Roads go ever on and on.

random title. haha. Anyone know what book it's from? ? ? ? ? Eh? Tell me if you do. HAHA. Books actually, because it is in more than just one. Hmm. Well lets see. I did not get rear-ended by any deaf guys, so I guess that makes my post less interesting than some of the other ones that are floating around the blog world, but I'll at least do my best to keep it interesting.

Yesterday afternoon, I went out and learned how to drive standard. It is a lot more interesting than Automatic. And actually, it must be purely by God's mercy that I didn't rear-end anyone. HAHAHA. After that I went and got some new guitar strings, then I went to a guitar lesson, in which I learned some crazy sweet chords. Then came home watched josh shred some pants. It was so funny that we made a twenty minute long documentary about Josh wearing them while taking back some movies we rented, dang it was funny. haha. Then we came home and edited it. Scary stuff. But funny. Almost as scary as Magical Trevor, but funny at the same time. hahahahaha.

Today I went to the dentist to (unhappily) discover that my wisdom teeth need to be taken out. Ouch. Dang. I don't like dentists. Not the actual people. Just the stuff they do to you. But they are certainly a means of God's grace, because I would not like to live my life with rotting teeth, or too many teeth.

Well. Can anyone tell me where the title of this post came from??????? Come on. Here's the rest of it......

Roads go ever on and on,
Over rock, and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea,
Over snow, by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass, and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever on and on,
Under cloud and under stars,
Yet feet that wandering have gone,
Turn at last to home afar,
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone,
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.

Come on. Some one has to know. The author was known for is fiction, but I don't think that he gets enough credit for his poetry, which is sprinkled into his books.

Wow. My brother is a good guy. He just brought me a slurpee home. And I didn't even ask for it. Thanks Joshy. He even made it the way I always do. 7UP, with a pink straw. hahaha. So kiddish. But I like my slurpees. hahahaha. I'm sure none of you can associate yourselves with such things. hahaha

Ok. Out.