Let me preface by saying that I'm typing with one hand, the other being incapacitated.
I was preparing dinner (pork chops!) ang grabbed a hot skillet. Bare-handed.
It's kind of a cool experience, though, typing with one hand while the other is immersed in a cup of cold water...
Let me conclude by saying that I can't stand politics. They are a constant source of dissension and discontent, and a direct result of the Fall of Man to be sure.
This is exhausting!
10.29.2009
10.27.2009
10.25.2009
Another Celebratory Post
In the craziness of this mad, mad world, I have remembered that I am blessed.
10 Treasures of My Life
(1) The three boxes of memories sitting in a dark corner of my closet. Most of my life and thoughts sit mustily in those boxes.
(2) The select favorites in my book collection. They are my FRIENDS, goshdarnit.
(3) My doll collection. Memories of a simpler time, with a simpler Me.
(4) MY ROCKS. Every time I went to the shore this summer, I collected pebbles and sometimes the occasional Rock. They are spiffy and awesome and I love them.
(5) My camera, Denise. She may not be the best or the most professional, but she is faithful and easy to work with. I may love her.
(6) It's not really mine, but the playlists I've developed on Playlist.com. They are a sort of chronicle of my tastes and styles and discoveries.
(7) The Lord of the Rings, Sherlock Holmes, Life, Deadliest Catch, Band of Brothers, and other miscellaneous obsessions I store in my head (I have a tidy little filing system for the mountains of facts I've accumulated). There is something very satisfyingly tangible about trivial knowledge: it gives me the right (because of the countless hours spent gathering said knowledge) to be indignant when moviemakers stray too far from canon...or when family and friends get a name wrong. >:D
(8) An item that was in the pocket of one guy I liked that he gave to me that I in turn gave to someone else because of necessity...but I still keep it in my heart. <3
(9) MY JOURNAL. It is a treasure just because I am so darn protective of it! It's not even funny.
(10) An old, black and white photo of an unknown girl that we found just today in our old black and white photo stash. I dunno--for some reason, her face really stuck in my mind, and I feel like I might as well have known her. I named her Lena (Helen). She is from Odessa.
It was about time for another celebratory post.
10 Treasures of My Life
(1) The three boxes of memories sitting in a dark corner of my closet. Most of my life and thoughts sit mustily in those boxes.
(2) The select favorites in my book collection. They are my FRIENDS, goshdarnit.
(3) My doll collection. Memories of a simpler time, with a simpler Me.
(4) MY ROCKS. Every time I went to the shore this summer, I collected pebbles and sometimes the occasional Rock. They are spiffy and awesome and I love them.
(5) My camera, Denise. She may not be the best or the most professional, but she is faithful and easy to work with. I may love her.
(6) It's not really mine, but the playlists I've developed on Playlist.com. They are a sort of chronicle of my tastes and styles and discoveries.
(7) The Lord of the Rings, Sherlock Holmes, Life, Deadliest Catch, Band of Brothers, and other miscellaneous obsessions I store in my head (I have a tidy little filing system for the mountains of facts I've accumulated). There is something very satisfyingly tangible about trivial knowledge: it gives me the right (because of the countless hours spent gathering said knowledge) to be indignant when moviemakers stray too far from canon...or when family and friends get a name wrong. >:D
(8) An item that was in the pocket of one guy I liked that he gave to me that I in turn gave to someone else because of necessity...but I still keep it in my heart. <3
(9) MY JOURNAL. It is a treasure just because I am so darn protective of it! It's not even funny.
(10) An old, black and white photo of an unknown girl that we found just today in our old black and white photo stash. I dunno--for some reason, her face really stuck in my mind, and I feel like I might as well have known her. I named her Lena (Helen). She is from Odessa.
It was about time for another celebratory post.
A Drifter
More mini muffins. Mumu-fffins, as my brother says. And more Middle Earthian dreams. And, for the first time in my life, a strange and bewildering bordering boredom.
While walking from the car to the home this afternoon, I was pondering what I would do if I couldn't go online. These are my thoughts (roughly):
No computer? That's fine! I have books--
But that's all I've been doing for the past week. I'm sick of books.
Maybe I could go outside?
I could...but I can't go far unless I take my brother, and conversation with him is exhausting sometimes.
And I'm tired from babysitting, even though I didn't do much because of the three kids I usually babysit, one was with his dad, one slept through the hours, and all I had to do was watch the other one. He fell on his Transformer and acquired a bump the size of a jelly bean on his head. Poor, cute kid.
Then my dad took me to Panera Bread and I got a sandwich (and some nasty chips).
(Haha--Lord of the Rings allusion!)
So yes. Back to the boredom. But it turns out I wasn't bored, after all. 'S funny how your day just fills up with little things, and maybe life is like that a lot of the time.
Who knows? Whichever way the wind goes...
While walking from the car to the home this afternoon, I was pondering what I would do if I couldn't go online. These are my thoughts (roughly):
No computer? That's fine! I have books--
But that's all I've been doing for the past week. I'm sick of books.
Maybe I could go outside?
I could...but I can't go far unless I take my brother, and conversation with him is exhausting sometimes.
And I'm tired from babysitting, even though I didn't do much because of the three kids I usually babysit, one was with his dad, one slept through the hours, and all I had to do was watch the other one. He fell on his Transformer and acquired a bump the size of a jelly bean on his head. Poor, cute kid.
Then my dad took me to Panera Bread and I got a sandwich (and some nasty chips).
(Haha--Lord of the Rings allusion!)
So yes. Back to the boredom. But it turns out I wasn't bored, after all. 'S funny how your day just fills up with little things, and maybe life is like that a lot of the time.
Who knows? Whichever way the wind goes...
10.24.2009
A Menagerie of Poetry
The smell of mini banana muffins floods my home, contrasting beautifully with the danky delightful rain outside.
Ever since I've begun reading Heat, I feel sinful using prepackaged pasta instead of pasta fresca.. it is an influential book.
Last night my youth group held a co-ed sleepover but I couldn't go...I was making some dough.
Late one morning I was reading Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and was inspired to write a poem.
Whatever. It may not be true, but it is considerably vindictive.
And then it rained in September (like it's raining right now) and I wrote another poem.
Ever since I've begun reading Heat, I feel sinful using prepackaged pasta instead of pasta fresca.. it is an influential book.
Last night my youth group held a co-ed sleepover but I couldn't go...I was making some dough.
Late one morning I was reading Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and was inspired to write a poem.
If I am wrong in waiting for thee thusly;
If my heart seems too meek for one so learned,
Then thou must re-examine all thy wisdom
And peer behind my masquerade. I have yearned
So oft in twilight violet for one sweet murmur,
Have dreamed ‘twixt fitful slumbers of thy face,
Only to hear thy scorning of my virtue
And thy abandoning of my guarded grace.
Whatever. It may not be true, but it is considerably vindictive.
And then it rained in September (like it's raining right now) and I wrote another poem.
Ah, rain song!
I see you tinkering your dimples
onto the
street,
your simpering pimples on the pagan streets
Sweet water!
trickling around my sinuses into
my heart,
your loquaciousness
lodging aboard
the blood-works of my heart
POUND POUND POUND
tickle.
10.17.2009
Cosmic Colds
Yucky--I feel gut sick. BUT. But I've been on a musician-discovering streak...
Florence and the Machine (their song Cosmic Love is brilliant).
Death Cab for Cutie.
Owl City.
Neutral Milk Hotel.
Other miscellany songs.
Today we went to a book sale at a local library, and I stocked up on books for the next few months. Heaven must be like a library, as one wise man once said.
I've been on a Lord of the Rings icon kick...I've been knitting. I hosted a tea party. I made edible cookies. I volunteered. I read three books in three days. I managed to put off getting truly sick for a week.
As you see, I've been productive...sort of.
But then I procrastinated my school work. I am falling below my memorization quota each day because of chronic headaches. My arm is still strangely lumpy. I might have a semi-stalker. I just spell-checked, and apparently "miscellany" is a word.
And I'm having trouble remembering every-day things, like what people say to me or what I'm supposed to do (more than the average person does, anyway, and this is not like me).
My piano lessons are progressing, even without a proper practice book. I may not be learning any songs, doggone it, but my scales and keys are killer. Now all I need is a regular piano (or a fishy friend with a new one :D).
All right.
Do you know, I'm fond of this blog. There's nothing like anonymity for a deep cleansing.
Florence and the Machine (their song Cosmic Love is brilliant).
Death Cab for Cutie.
Owl City.
Neutral Milk Hotel.
Other miscellany songs.
Today we went to a book sale at a local library, and I stocked up on books for the next few months. Heaven must be like a library, as one wise man once said.
I've been on a Lord of the Rings icon kick...I've been knitting. I hosted a tea party. I made edible cookies. I volunteered. I read three books in three days. I managed to put off getting truly sick for a week.
As you see, I've been productive...sort of.
But then I procrastinated my school work. I am falling below my memorization quota each day because of chronic headaches. My arm is still strangely lumpy. I might have a semi-stalker. I just spell-checked, and apparently "miscellany" is a word.
And I'm having trouble remembering every-day things, like what people say to me or what I'm supposed to do (more than the average person does, anyway, and this is not like me).
My piano lessons are progressing, even without a proper practice book. I may not be learning any songs, doggone it, but my scales and keys are killer. Now all I need is a regular piano (or a fishy friend with a new one :D).
All right.
Do you know, I'm fond of this blog. There's nothing like anonymity for a deep cleansing.
A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
10.03.2009
My God, What Have We Done?
Poop. I sat down to type and all my fancy thoughts evaporated. Poof.
There is this one song by an artist named Lucio Battisti called Emozioni, and it is exactly that. Rarely have I heard such emotion in a singer's voice: real, heart-emotion.
Ah, music. How I love thee.
Oh. I remembered my thoughts, hooray. Today was my town's Fall Festival, and I came home dead tired. The sweet-and-salty Best Darn Kettlecorn is helping, though, with all the sugar.
Which reminds me: I must do the final proofread for my Student Leadership Application paper...over this past week I thought of some revisions I should make.
My thoughts have turned to the contemplations of a perpetually single life of late. Marriage is fine and dandy, but I honestly don't think I could put up with one person for the rest of my life like that...methinks that I would grow to detest them at some point.
But this is a semi-adult speaking, one who has never been married.
But this is a semi-adult speaking, one who has seen and tested marriage and found it to be lacking on the scales of The Grand Scheme of Life.
But it's okay. I'll decide that when the time comes for it, I guess. Poop. The time from now until then is fraught with contempations, though.
Thank God for Tolkien's literary genius that produced my escape from the world.
There is this one song by an artist named Lucio Battisti called Emozioni, and it is exactly that. Rarely have I heard such emotion in a singer's voice: real, heart-emotion.
Ah, music. How I love thee.
Oh. I remembered my thoughts, hooray. Today was my town's Fall Festival, and I came home dead tired. The sweet-and-salty Best Darn Kettlecorn is helping, though, with all the sugar.
Which reminds me: I must do the final proofread for my Student Leadership Application paper...over this past week I thought of some revisions I should make.
My thoughts have turned to the contemplations of a perpetually single life of late. Marriage is fine and dandy, but I honestly don't think I could put up with one person for the rest of my life like that...methinks that I would grow to detest them at some point.
But this is a semi-adult speaking, one who has never been married.
But this is a semi-adult speaking, one who has seen and tested marriage and found it to be lacking on the scales of The Grand Scheme of Life.
But it's okay. I'll decide that when the time comes for it, I guess. Poop. The time from now until then is fraught with contempations, though.
Thank God for Tolkien's literary genius that produced my escape from the world.
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