What am I forgetting?

I'm forgetting to do something. But that doesn't matter, because I just remembered what I was going to do when I got sidetracked for an HOUR on facebook... and youtube channels... while Josh Ritter angsts away on my Pandora station (also, I'm skipping out on a teaching observation assignment right now... what can I say? My weekends start early). Flipped through the entirety of someone's wedding album. That someone will go unnamed... of course, it wouldn't be too much trouble for Sarah to figure it out, probably, if she just glanced at facebook,

ANYWAY.

In the youtube world, everyone will be glad to know that Jane Bennet (vlogbennet, that is!) is going to pursue Bing Lee to the big wide world of Los Angeles! Yay for proactive 21st century women! GET IT, GRRRL!

So, what I was going to do was write this not-poem inspired by my friend Kara, who told me a fun word fact today:

Startling, it was, she was
Starting to resort to
Staring. I know the
String will become tight, and we'll both feel the
Sting. It won't be right to
Sing, not about
Sin, especially when it's
In all that
I am.

And I was going to do some homework, too.

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