Haiku:
Dark and majestic
Rain falls on the ancient bridge
Baptism of the saints
Acrostic:
Smug and silent
Until her eyes reveal her
Killer
Instinct
And another one for good measure...
Find something out about yourself,
If you have the courage to try.
Resist the urge to
Stick with the familiar:
This day will be your first.
Cinquain:
Take-Off
Loud, Swift
Whirring, Thundering, Speeding
Suddenly you glide on air
Beginning
Five Sense Poetry:
Comfort
Comfort is the color of a candle’s glow.
It sounds like the inflection used in prayer.
It tastes like a frothy latte
And smells like warm vanilla.
Comfort looks out at the rain from a warm room
And makes you feel like everything is in its place.
I need to do a thesaurus poem next but I hate that kind. I also can't think of a word.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
This ain't no place for the weary kind.
Sometimes I get really frustrated with people. Half the population, in particular. I suppose it's not really their fault - maybe I'm too stubborn, or too easily annoyed. I think the high school years (and even a year or two before that) have ruined my high opinions and made me suspicious of them. I also think sometimes that my dog has rabies.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Today is yet another "first" without Papa - he would have been 86 today. I'd made up my mind not to make a big deal about it... I mean, Ami is going to have a hard enough time herself today, and I know Dad is, too. But today in church I just couldn't stop thinking about him. I think the hardest thing for me to accept is that the people I'll build my life with someday will never have known him. I'll never get to introduce him to my boyfriend. He won't be at my wedding, and my kinds won't have a great-grandfather. I feel like Papa is so much a part of all of us that it's impossible for someone NOT to know him... but I suppose it kind of has to be possible after all. Every time I feel like I'm moving past it, something comes up and brings me back. When Dad and Mom come home from church we're going to Ami's to spend the afternoon with her. I know it's the important thing to do... but all I really want to do is go somewhere totally unrelated to all of this - read a book, drink some coffee, watch a movie, I don't know. Just not this.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
But on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight, are you feeling better now?
Alright. Due to the fact that Biola's application deadline for fall '11 is in a few weeks, I have had to make a few very important decisions. As of right now, here's where I am.
I've decided to stick around for another year (weird, I know), since there are more classes that I need/want to take than I could do in a single semester (which is all I'd have, if I decided to transfer in the fall.). So, I will take more grueling ugly classes next semester (including possibly another college algebra class... the realization of which just made a little part of me die). Then I'll have a nice little summer. Fall 2011 I shall continue at VC with more general ed classes, plus fun ones that I've been wanting to take but won't really transfer. I shall also get more involved with theater stuff and get a job. Then in spring 2012 (if, indeed, the Mayans were wrong and we'll all still be around by that time...) I will fly off to somewhere somehow. Still working on how I'd get to Ireland at this point. Then I'll come back, have another nice little summer, and transfer to somewhere. (Biola as a sophomore, anywhere else as a junior, since Torrey will call for 3 years instead of the 2 that everywhere else asks for.). I'll survive 2-3 years of college at which point I will hopefully be something of a fantastic writer. Past that, I haven't really thought about. This is all I have so far.
Somebody tell me it's a good idea?
(I figure asking for affirmation outright isn't as annoying as implying the need for it.)
I've decided to stick around for another year (weird, I know), since there are more classes that I need/want to take than I could do in a single semester (which is all I'd have, if I decided to transfer in the fall.). So, I will take more grueling ugly classes next semester (including possibly another college algebra class... the realization of which just made a little part of me die). Then I'll have a nice little summer. Fall 2011 I shall continue at VC with more general ed classes, plus fun ones that I've been wanting to take but won't really transfer. I shall also get more involved with theater stuff and get a job. Then in spring 2012 (if, indeed, the Mayans were wrong and we'll all still be around by that time...) I will fly off to somewhere somehow. Still working on how I'd get to Ireland at this point. Then I'll come back, have another nice little summer, and transfer to somewhere. (Biola as a sophomore, anywhere else as a junior, since Torrey will call for 3 years instead of the 2 that everywhere else asks for.). I'll survive 2-3 years of college at which point I will hopefully be something of a fantastic writer. Past that, I haven't really thought about. This is all I have so far.
Somebody tell me it's a good idea?
(I figure asking for affirmation outright isn't as annoying as implying the need for it.)
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
p.s.
Today while I was walking to class, I was given a Gideons Bible by a man who was passing them out to students. It's a little odd being on the other side of that kind of thing...
We heard the Monkeys on the radio, the only song you know.
Wednesdays are usually relatively easy - that is, I have two classes, each an hour and twenty minutes, and that's hardly anything at all. But today, for some reason, those hours spent in class felt like the longest out of the semester. I don't know if I mentioned it, don't think I did, but Monday's math test didn't go too well. Not well at all, in fact. It's so weird to me to get back these papers that are all marked up and then have to consider dropping the class, when I've always been a straight A student. Monday was a miserable day - I had the math test first thing, and I didn't get home from all the day's activities until about 6... which meant that I had to fight back whatever horrible depressed feeling was trying to grab me. When I got home that night I crashed. Seeing the grade today didn't help that much.
Art Appreciation pretty much put me to sleep. Also, we had to do one of those teacher-evaluation things. It seems like I never get to do an evaluation on a teacher that I actually like. I always wonder what other put on those sheets, when they clearly don't like the class either. Are they openly rude, or overly-polite? I'm never sure which to be in these cases...
Oh! Yesterday in speech we had our debate. It was our speech class vs. the speech class next door... going into it, we really had no idea what we were doing. I mean we all did research (at least I did... don't really know about some of the others) but we hadn't really put it together into an actual formatted speech. (The resolution, by the by, was that the US should ban offshore drilling. We're on the negative side, which means that in the inevitable battle of economy vs. environment, we're for cold hard cash. In the extremist view, anyway.) It went pretty well though, all things considered... the other class was more polished but their arguments were dumb. We had better points but were too easily amused. So we'll see what the teachers decide after round two tomorrow. (For an example on their arguments, though... a girl in Waltzer's class took our 'economy' arguments a little far and during cross-ex, she asked something like, "So if you're just into making money, why don't we use another industry - like selling cocaine?" We all kind of chuckled but she was totally serious. Things went downhill from there.)
I also have to figure out what on earth I'm doing after this semester. It drives me crazy that I have to decide this stuff right now... all I want is to survive this semester in one piece!
sigh. Enough of that.
Yesterday I had a happy surprise waiting for me: Jana (a little girl from Prague who was my buddy) had her brother translate a message from her to me on facebook.
BIP! My dear Laura, how are you? I'm at home with my brother now, because we are ill (now is 11:49 by us). Have you any pet? I have a little frog and little fish (this year born in our garden lake). Do you like dogs? I love dogs! But my parents don't want a dog. Do you go to school? Do you like school? Which job do you want to do? Will you come again in the Czech republic? Jana BIP!
That pretty much made my day. :) The "Bip!" thing, by the way, is a reference to our poking game. Whenever we were around each other we'd have poke wars, where you had to say "bip" whenever you poke someone else. (Her "bip" came out more like "beep", though. Aghh she was so cute.) Anyway, I wrote back, and I guess she got tired of waiting for Kaja to translate a response, so she wrote to my yahoo account:
Hello Laura
Kája me facebook show. frog name Herman!!!! Do you like frog? what name your
dogs and cat? BIP and BIP!!!
I don't like school only English:).
HELLO
JANE BIP!!!
I sure hope I get to see Jana and her family again. They were lovely people.
Well. I am suddenly inspired by my fantastic music taste. So I'm going to go make mix cd's and drown my sorrows in coffee. (Which, according to psychology, is just below nicotine in terms of addiction problems. Hm.)
Art Appreciation pretty much put me to sleep. Also, we had to do one of those teacher-evaluation things. It seems like I never get to do an evaluation on a teacher that I actually like. I always wonder what other put on those sheets, when they clearly don't like the class either. Are they openly rude, or overly-polite? I'm never sure which to be in these cases...
Oh! Yesterday in speech we had our debate. It was our speech class vs. the speech class next door... going into it, we really had no idea what we were doing. I mean we all did research (at least I did... don't really know about some of the others) but we hadn't really put it together into an actual formatted speech. (The resolution, by the by, was that the US should ban offshore drilling. We're on the negative side, which means that in the inevitable battle of economy vs. environment, we're for cold hard cash. In the extremist view, anyway.) It went pretty well though, all things considered... the other class was more polished but their arguments were dumb. We had better points but were too easily amused. So we'll see what the teachers decide after round two tomorrow. (For an example on their arguments, though... a girl in Waltzer's class took our 'economy' arguments a little far and during cross-ex, she asked something like, "So if you're just into making money, why don't we use another industry - like selling cocaine?" We all kind of chuckled but she was totally serious. Things went downhill from there.)
I also have to figure out what on earth I'm doing after this semester. It drives me crazy that I have to decide this stuff right now... all I want is to survive this semester in one piece!
sigh. Enough of that.
Yesterday I had a happy surprise waiting for me: Jana (a little girl from Prague who was my buddy) had her brother translate a message from her to me on facebook.
BIP! My dear Laura, how are you? I'm at home with my brother now, because we are ill (now is 11:49 by us). Have you any pet? I have a little frog and little fish (this year born in our garden lake). Do you like dogs? I love dogs! But my parents don't want a dog. Do you go to school? Do you like school? Which job do you want to do? Will you come again in the Czech republic? Jana BIP!
That pretty much made my day. :) The "Bip!" thing, by the way, is a reference to our poking game. Whenever we were around each other we'd have poke wars, where you had to say "bip" whenever you poke someone else. (Her "bip" came out more like "beep", though. Aghh she was so cute.) Anyway, I wrote back, and I guess she got tired of waiting for Kaja to translate a response, so she wrote to my yahoo account:
Hello Laura
Kája me facebook show. frog name Herman!!!! Do you like frog? what name your
dogs and cat? BIP and BIP!!!
I don't like school only English:).
HELLO
JANE BIP!!!
I sure hope I get to see Jana and her family again. They were lovely people.
Well. I am suddenly inspired by my fantastic music taste. So I'm going to go make mix cd's and drown my sorrows in coffee. (Which, according to psychology, is just below nicotine in terms of addiction problems. Hm.)
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Things
1. The day in fall when it becomes cold enough to wear a scarf.
2. Singing in the car.
3. Window-boxes.
4. Inky pens.
5. The moon and how it looks from different towns, states, and countries.
6. Nice handwriting.
7. The crispness of a new book, and the sincerity of an old one.
8. Turkish coffee.
9. Reading Robert Frost on a plane.
10. People who know what to do when the power goes out. Specifically, the people who know where the candles are.
11. Streetlamps and how they look before sunrise.
12. Good whistlers.
13. The common dream about flying.
14. A warm place to come home to after a long day in the cold.
15. Getting your driver’s license. (!)
16. Teaching people in another country how to make s’mores. (Apparently they’re only common in America. Weird, huh?)
17. Knowing what to wish for before you blow out the candles.
18. Long coats.
19. Hot candied walnuts.
20. A friend’s consolation that doesn’t consist of, “Aw, I’m sorry.”
21. A mother’s advice that doesn’t stop at, “It’ll all work out.”
22. Buttons.
23. Flying over enough of London to see a red double-decker bus.
24. People who say “whoopsidaisies”.
25. Old postage stamps.
26. I Love Lucy reruns in the middle of the night.
27. Street musicians.
28. Wearing your big brother’s jacket.
29. A clean, quiet library.
30. A clean, well-lighted place. (That is, if you’re of those who like to stay late at the café; With those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night.)
31. The person who knows how you like your coffee.
32. Train stations at sunrise.
33. Late night walks with hot chocolate and a friend.
34. Restaurants unique to California, such as In-n-Out.
35. Oversized mugs.
36. Cathedral spires.
37. People who do voices when reading aloud.
38. Flipping to another month on a calendar.
39. The road that rises to meet you,
40. The wind that is at your back,
41. The sunshine that warms your face,
42. The rain that falls soft upon the fields,
43. Being held in the palm of God’s hand.
2. Singing in the car.
3. Window-boxes.
4. Inky pens.
5. The moon and how it looks from different towns, states, and countries.
6. Nice handwriting.
7. The crispness of a new book, and the sincerity of an old one.
8. Turkish coffee.
9. Reading Robert Frost on a plane.
10. People who know what to do when the power goes out. Specifically, the people who know where the candles are.
11. Streetlamps and how they look before sunrise.
12. Good whistlers.
13. The common dream about flying.
14. A warm place to come home to after a long day in the cold.
15. Getting your driver’s license. (!)
16. Teaching people in another country how to make s’mores. (Apparently they’re only common in America. Weird, huh?)
17. Knowing what to wish for before you blow out the candles.
18. Long coats.
19. Hot candied walnuts.
20. A friend’s consolation that doesn’t consist of, “Aw, I’m sorry.”
21. A mother’s advice that doesn’t stop at, “It’ll all work out.”
22. Buttons.
23. Flying over enough of London to see a red double-decker bus.
24. People who say “whoopsidaisies”.
25. Old postage stamps.
26. I Love Lucy reruns in the middle of the night.
27. Street musicians.
28. Wearing your big brother’s jacket.
29. A clean, quiet library.
30. A clean, well-lighted place. (That is, if you’re of those who like to stay late at the café; With those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night.)
31. The person who knows how you like your coffee.
32. Train stations at sunrise.
33. Late night walks with hot chocolate and a friend.
34. Restaurants unique to California, such as In-n-Out.
35. Oversized mugs.
36. Cathedral spires.
37. People who do voices when reading aloud.
38. Flipping to another month on a calendar.
39. The road that rises to meet you,
40. The wind that is at your back,
41. The sunshine that warms your face,
42. The rain that falls soft upon the fields,
43. Being held in the palm of God’s hand.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
It's a jungle out there.
Every once in a while I wish that somebody would tell me what to do. Too many things are judgment calls these days, and I don't like the responsibility. Mostly I don't like having to accept the consequences when I make a dumb decision. I first realized this on the day that I almost got in a car wreck while making a left turn into my neighborhood. After that day I realized that that was it - that's what's been bugging me for the past year or two. I don't feel old enough to drive, I don't feel old enough to be in college... I don't feel old enough for a lot of the things that have happened this year. And I'm tired of hearing the phrase, "Fake it till you make it." I know it's all a necessary part of growing up. But sometimes I wish growing-up would give me a break.
I'm drinking airborne right now, which is always an unpleasant experience. I started feeling a sore throat coming on last night and today I woke up feeling miserable. Just what I needed, going into this next week. Argh. I have another crazy test-filled week starting Monday - and so far everything else has been working against me. Being sick is kind of the kick when I'm already down. Then, when I'm stressing out about school and looking to blame somebody, I suddenly realize that these classes were all my idea. And I get that left-turn feeling all over again.
I know that I can't expect to be perfect this semester. I won't get all A's - I know that. I just need to convince myself of the fact that it's okay.
Anyway - enough whining. Lately I've been thinking (A LOT) about what I'm going to do after I graduate. For the past year or so I've been thinking that I could very well go to Biola this fall (that is, after summer... not right now)... but then it occurred to me that if I don't get to travel before college, it might not happen. So Option 2 is this: stay at VC another semester (ech) and take whatever I think I might need/want, possibly get more involved in theater stuff... find a job and make money... then, come spring semester, I could find some connections in Europe (Ireland, anyone?) and go abroad for a month or two, lounging around and writing and things. Then I come back - have a nice little summer - and go off to college land, wherever that might be.
Option 2 sounds lovely to me, except for the fact that by the time I DID transfer to someplace, I'd be old for my class. That, and the fact that I'd be a year later in graduating... AND the thought of staying another semester at VC does kind of kill me.
I've been at this awkward standstill in decision-making for about a week. Like I said. I need somebody to tell me what to do.
I'm drinking airborne right now, which is always an unpleasant experience. I started feeling a sore throat coming on last night and today I woke up feeling miserable. Just what I needed, going into this next week. Argh. I have another crazy test-filled week starting Monday - and so far everything else has been working against me. Being sick is kind of the kick when I'm already down. Then, when I'm stressing out about school and looking to blame somebody, I suddenly realize that these classes were all my idea. And I get that left-turn feeling all over again.
I know that I can't expect to be perfect this semester. I won't get all A's - I know that. I just need to convince myself of the fact that it's okay.
Anyway - enough whining. Lately I've been thinking (A LOT) about what I'm going to do after I graduate. For the past year or so I've been thinking that I could very well go to Biola this fall (that is, after summer... not right now)... but then it occurred to me that if I don't get to travel before college, it might not happen. So Option 2 is this: stay at VC another semester (ech) and take whatever I think I might need/want, possibly get more involved in theater stuff... find a job and make money... then, come spring semester, I could find some connections in Europe (Ireland, anyone?) and go abroad for a month or two, lounging around and writing and things. Then I come back - have a nice little summer - and go off to college land, wherever that might be.
Option 2 sounds lovely to me, except for the fact that by the time I DID transfer to someplace, I'd be old for my class. That, and the fact that I'd be a year later in graduating... AND the thought of staying another semester at VC does kind of kill me.
I've been at this awkward standstill in decision-making for about a week. Like I said. I need somebody to tell me what to do.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
"Now it's just like all the other horses."
Ok, so after Phantom of the Opera, The Dining room, and a few other sacred plays that I've forgotten at the moment, I want to be in The Glass Menagerie. If you haven't read it, read it. It will break your heart. Also, the girl's name is Laura... which I believe is a sign. I must find this play somewhere and jump in.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Love is simple.
I really do like having a license. Today when I left the school library, walked down the parking lot and got into my car, I felt distinctively grown up. Which is not always a happy feeling, but today it was. I drove home without mishap (which is getting more common every day, huzzah.) and when Lucy in the sky with diamonds came on 95.5, I sang along at the top of my lungs. Then I realized that singing in the car really only works if you have someone else with you, so you have an excuse to be weird and loud. But I suppose I didn't care enough to stop.
In two hours or so I'm going over to Beth's old harp teacher's house, because the woman is also pretty good at teaching math. She got Kate through college algebra, anyway. So hopefully she can do the same for me. Aside from that, I've got a bunch of psychology to read. This chapter, about consciousness, is titled "To Sleep, Perchance to Dream". It also started out with an excerpt from Alice in Wonderland, which I liked. Alice in Wonderland + Hamlet = promising chapter. Perhaps I'll stay awake for this one.
Mom sent me an email today about missionworks in Ireland. Whenever something like that happens, I'm distracted all day long. It's been a lifelong dream of mine to go there - though hopefully, between plans of study-abroad trips in school, after-graduation trips with the parents, or my own vagabond expeditions, ONE of those will work out. This is one goal I intend to reach. I don't know that I could go on a missiontrip there, partly because you have to be 19 for this one, and also partly because I think I might rather go on my own (as in, not through an organization). Maybe I could do something like Jon did in Prague, and just ask the missionaries there if I could live with them/help them out with whatever for a while. That seems like the best bet. Depending on the missionaries, of course.
Also. I was just reading my friend Katrina's blog about her new job as a writer with a magazine (congratulations, by the way!), and it pretty much reminded me of what I want to do. Every once in a while I forget and spend a week or two floundering around for ideas... but then something always points me back to writing. What kind of writing, exactly, I don't know. But it's the only thing that makes sense.
But, I suppose before I can do any of that, I'd best get through 12th grade. One foot in front of the other and all that.
In two hours or so I'm going over to Beth's old harp teacher's house, because the woman is also pretty good at teaching math. She got Kate through college algebra, anyway. So hopefully she can do the same for me. Aside from that, I've got a bunch of psychology to read. This chapter, about consciousness, is titled "To Sleep, Perchance to Dream". It also started out with an excerpt from Alice in Wonderland, which I liked. Alice in Wonderland + Hamlet = promising chapter. Perhaps I'll stay awake for this one.
Mom sent me an email today about missionworks in Ireland. Whenever something like that happens, I'm distracted all day long. It's been a lifelong dream of mine to go there - though hopefully, between plans of study-abroad trips in school, after-graduation trips with the parents, or my own vagabond expeditions, ONE of those will work out. This is one goal I intend to reach. I don't know that I could go on a missiontrip there, partly because you have to be 19 for this one, and also partly because I think I might rather go on my own (as in, not through an organization). Maybe I could do something like Jon did in Prague, and just ask the missionaries there if I could live with them/help them out with whatever for a while. That seems like the best bet. Depending on the missionaries, of course.
Also. I was just reading my friend Katrina's blog about her new job as a writer with a magazine (congratulations, by the way!), and it pretty much reminded me of what I want to do. Every once in a while I forget and spend a week or two floundering around for ideas... but then something always points me back to writing. What kind of writing, exactly, I don't know. But it's the only thing that makes sense.
But, I suppose before I can do any of that, I'd best get through 12th grade. One foot in front of the other and all that.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Oh Yoshimi.
'Cause she knows that
it's demanding
to defeat those evil machines.
I know she can beat them.
Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me,
but you won't let those robots eat me.
Yoshimi, they don't believe me,
but you won't let those robots defeat me.
What a fantastic, weirdly comforting song. Jon showed it to me yesterday while we were talking about depression and stuff. This week was really rough. Since I can remember I've had patches of Big Black Dog Days (referring, of course, to Churchill's description of his depression phases.), and when I'm stressed about school it gets harder to push off. But the good news is that after a horrible low point (usually a period of a day, in this case, Monday), things begin to look up again. That's today. My art-appreciation midterm was today, but I really wasn't stressed about that one because I figured that I've taken enough art and history classes to do well on this one. I'm pretty sure I was right - I only know of one question that I missed, so that's good. Also, today's the day that I drive from one community college to another, which means getting on the freeway - and it's also the first time I did it alone. AND is was raining. I usually love rain but I have to say, driving in rain is the worst. I think people get together before they get on the road and decide to be as nasty as possible... cause seriously. Gah.
BUT, I survived. All else is beside the point.
I'm a little tired right now and can't really think of what I should be doing. I've taken to collaging EVERYTHING, and when I'm not doing that or school or writing, I also work on a list of happy things I started writing last week. At the beginning of the most recent Big Black Dog Days, I realized that it's much easier for me to concentrate on negative things than positive ones. So I started a list. And when I'm too tired or sad to think of things to add to it, that's when I know that I NEED to. It hasn't solved my problems, but I think it helps. In any case, it gives me something to do.
Speaking of happy things, I have a Mary Poppins mug. Did I tell you that? Amelia bought it for me when she was at Disneyland a week or two ago. It's a twilight setting with the rooftops of London (and Big Ben) silhouetted around the bottom. On one side there's a silhouette-Mary Poppins floating with her umbrella, and on the other side is three silhouette-chimney sweeps dancing on a rooftop holding kites. A few weeks ago I put a quote on one of my blogs from Bert, the one about the world at one's feet and "who gets to see it but the birds, the stars, and chimney sweeps". That's what it reminds me of. When she gave it to me, Amelia said, "I thought it was perfect because I know you watch Mary Poppins when you're stressed." haha, I'd never realized that I do that, but I suppose it's true. In any case, the mug is my happiness.
'Cause she knows that
it'd be tragic
if those evil robots win.
I know she can beat them.
it's demanding
to defeat those evil machines.
I know she can beat them.
Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me,
but you won't let those robots eat me.
Yoshimi, they don't believe me,
but you won't let those robots defeat me.
What a fantastic, weirdly comforting song. Jon showed it to me yesterday while we were talking about depression and stuff. This week was really rough. Since I can remember I've had patches of Big Black Dog Days (referring, of course, to Churchill's description of his depression phases.), and when I'm stressed about school it gets harder to push off. But the good news is that after a horrible low point (usually a period of a day, in this case, Monday), things begin to look up again. That's today. My art-appreciation midterm was today, but I really wasn't stressed about that one because I figured that I've taken enough art and history classes to do well on this one. I'm pretty sure I was right - I only know of one question that I missed, so that's good. Also, today's the day that I drive from one community college to another, which means getting on the freeway - and it's also the first time I did it alone. AND is was raining. I usually love rain but I have to say, driving in rain is the worst. I think people get together before they get on the road and decide to be as nasty as possible... cause seriously. Gah.
BUT, I survived. All else is beside the point.
I'm a little tired right now and can't really think of what I should be doing. I've taken to collaging EVERYTHING, and when I'm not doing that or school or writing, I also work on a list of happy things I started writing last week. At the beginning of the most recent Big Black Dog Days, I realized that it's much easier for me to concentrate on negative things than positive ones. So I started a list. And when I'm too tired or sad to think of things to add to it, that's when I know that I NEED to. It hasn't solved my problems, but I think it helps. In any case, it gives me something to do.
Speaking of happy things, I have a Mary Poppins mug. Did I tell you that? Amelia bought it for me when she was at Disneyland a week or two ago. It's a twilight setting with the rooftops of London (and Big Ben) silhouetted around the bottom. On one side there's a silhouette-Mary Poppins floating with her umbrella, and on the other side is three silhouette-chimney sweeps dancing on a rooftop holding kites. A few weeks ago I put a quote on one of my blogs from Bert, the one about the world at one's feet and "who gets to see it but the birds, the stars, and chimney sweeps". That's what it reminds me of. When she gave it to me, Amelia said, "I thought it was perfect because I know you watch Mary Poppins when you're stressed." haha, I'd never realized that I do that, but I suppose it's true. In any case, the mug is my happiness.
'Cause she knows that
it'd be tragic
if those evil robots win.
I know she can beat them.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
The weather was fine and the ocean was great,
and I can't wait to see you again.
It's almost midnight and I'm sitting here nursing my aching feet, drinking a mug of hot milk, and listening to the Avett Brothers. I'm a happy girl.
Amelia came over after groups yesterday and spent the night, and we spent today doing absolutely NOTHING. It was the most relaxed day I've had since I came back from Europe.. and a long time before that, too. We sat on the couch for like 6 hours, drinking coffee, singing Frank Sinatra, eating bagels, and watching 'Castle'. Then we went to the 'back to school' dance (which is odd, seeing as how I've been in school for well over a month), and I danced more tonight than I have at any other dance in a long time. It was awesome! Being at VC so much, I forget sometimes how endearing homeschoolers actually are... but they're fantastic. If you don't know a homeschooler, you should. (And if you know me, that counts, too.) I mean what other high-schoolers get together and lindy-hop or swing dance for fun? It IS odd, being among the oldest there now... the youngsters are pretty hilarious to watch, being so awkward themselves. But for me and the folks I know, it's a lovely time. Dances like tonight are one of the things I'll miss when I go off to college.
Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign
That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind,
Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.
He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?
I'm your and that's it, whatever.
I should not have been gone for so long.
I'm yours and that's it, forever."
You're mine and that's it, forever.
It's almost midnight and I'm sitting here nursing my aching feet, drinking a mug of hot milk, and listening to the Avett Brothers. I'm a happy girl.
Amelia came over after groups yesterday and spent the night, and we spent today doing absolutely NOTHING. It was the most relaxed day I've had since I came back from Europe.. and a long time before that, too. We sat on the couch for like 6 hours, drinking coffee, singing Frank Sinatra, eating bagels, and watching 'Castle'. Then we went to the 'back to school' dance (which is odd, seeing as how I've been in school for well over a month), and I danced more tonight than I have at any other dance in a long time. It was awesome! Being at VC so much, I forget sometimes how endearing homeschoolers actually are... but they're fantastic. If you don't know a homeschooler, you should. (And if you know me, that counts, too.) I mean what other high-schoolers get together and lindy-hop or swing dance for fun? It IS odd, being among the oldest there now... the youngsters are pretty hilarious to watch, being so awkward themselves. But for me and the folks I know, it's a lovely time. Dances like tonight are one of the things I'll miss when I go off to college.
Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign
That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind,
Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.
He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?
I'm your and that's it, whatever.
I should not have been gone for so long.
I'm yours and that's it, forever."
You're mine and that's it, forever.
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