Older women must "train younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self controlled, chaste, good homemakers, under the control of their husbands, so that the word of God may not be discredited" Titus 2:4-5 Please. "Under the control of their husbands" What are you, a rug? Sorry, dear readers. I've just been told that a woman making the first step in a relationship is wrong. Apparently, if I tell a man that I like him, this is wrong. Oops. My b. So, what if I make more money? Oh, wait... am I allowed to have a job? Probably not. Do you even call him on the phone or do you have to wait for him to call you? I know you feel like you "need a man to lead your relationship," but don't push your views on me. I can walk just fine on my own. Yeah, I like to hold a guys hand, but I can see where I'm going without him telling me. But, that's me. I'm not in college just for an MRS degree. Ironically, also in Titus 2, verse 9 states &qu
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Last night, at the Chi Rho dinner, I had the most amazing conversation with Brother Edward. All about how Christ works in your life and how amazing it is! About the Eucharist, and faith. And at last, about how definitely, a conversation like ours was one of the best ways to spend the evening. It was so uplifting! Yay! Gosh, I love that the monks are here!
I broke up with Jeff 22 days ago. We got back together for one week. It was a miserable failure. I cannot believe that he thought it might really work out. Maybe if he had wanted it to, he might've made more of an effort. I was, the whole time, so unsure. When it was obviously a flop, what would he expect me to do? Maybe he could actually talk to me sometimes, but I guess that was too much to ask. I guess *I* was the one who had to be a martyr, not him, right? I was the one who had to do things that made me unhappy, right? No. I don't think so. Jeff made no effort to make it work. Hugs are nice, but they do nothing to repair. If I was slipping and you did not reach out your hand, I can do nothing. Now, dear readers, don't think that I'm regretting everything. I'm simply replying to a comment.
I just want to tell all my readers that I'm posting a TON of stuff on my secret blog right now because it's not something I'm comfortable sharing yet. However, I will transfer it over in a couple weeks probably. I look forward to sharing this with my readers. Something incredible and amazing is happening in my life. In addition to the amazing presence of God that I definitely feel in my life now, there is so much more to be thankful for and I cannot wait to share that with you. But for now, I can share just my faith life. Since I've been back at Belmont Abbey College, my relationship with the Lord has improved 100 fold. It really has been amazing. I've never felt so close to the Lord, that I could just talk to Him and I pray so much now. It's amazing. It's something I've always wanted. I feel like I really have a real relationship with the Lord. When I pray, I don't pray specifically for what I want. I pray for His will to be done in my life and I pr
Thomas Merton's Prayer: My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following Your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please You does in fact please You and I hope that I have that desire in all that I am doing. And I know that if I do this, You will lead me by the right road although I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust You always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death, I will not fear, for You are ever with me and You will never leave me to face my perils alone.
I just thought I really needed to post this. I was about to leave for lunch and this song came on my iTunes. It's emotionally debilitating. I just stopped moving and had to listen to this song. It's amazing. May God's love be with you always... ---------------------------------------------------- In The Sun by Joseph Arthur. I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in May God's love be with you Always May God's love be with you I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes 'Cause when you showed me myself I became someone else But I was caught in between all you wish for and all you need I picture you fast asleep A nightmare comes You can't keep awake May God's love be with you Always May God's love be with you 'Cause if I find If I find my own way How much wil
~*~Moody Monday~*~ Spiritual adj. of, pertaining to, or consisting of spirit; incorporeal of or pertaining to the spirit or soul, as distinguished from the physical nature: a spiritual approach to life. closely akin in interests, attitude, outlook, etc.: the professor's spiritual heir in linguistics. of or pertaining to spirits or to spiritualists of or pertaining to the spirit as the seat of the moral or religious nature. of or pertaining to sacred things or matters of or belonging to the church; ecclesiastical of or relating to the mind or intellect To me, art is incredibly spiritual. So, I decided to pick something that was both art and traditionally spiritual.
Last time I did this, no one responded. I'd love it if you all would! I'll put my answers up, you put them in the comments!!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1.Your Full Name: Mary Veronica 2. Age: 22 3. Single or Taken: Hmmm.... Taken 4. Favorite Movie: See the previous post. So many. I'll pick one. Empire Records. Why? Because the best things in life are free... but you can give them to the birds and bees. I want money! Joe's money!! 5. Favorite Song: Well, I have a lot of awesome songs that I like, but lately Dire Straits' Romeo and Juliet has been stuck in my head. It's an awesome song. Oh, and also, Sonata Arctica's Full Moon . (She should not lock the open door. Run away, run away, run away!!!) 6. Favorite Band/Artist: Geee... I'm just picking one... no two: Third Eye Blind and Smashing Pumpkins 7. Dirty or Clean: Clean!!! 8. Tattoos and/or Piercings: Sometimes I th
Hmm, I'm listening to Culture Club right now. Does this make me lame? I think sooooo!!! I was thinking about making a list of super awesome movies I love. Feel free to comment with your own ideas: Empire Records (OF COURSE! Best movie ever to watch with my awesome Greenville buds) Hackers (I love it. I'm a lou) Requium For a dream (A little insane, but really really good) Billy Elliot (just because i like ballet doesn't mean I'm a poof you know) Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid The Godfather Clerks I and II Mall Rats (one word: hahhhahahaha!!!) Chasing Amy (my fave of his movies) The Princess Bride Moulin Rouge Romeo + Juliet Rent Dune (yea, I really loved it. I'm such a geek) Dial M for Murder Rear Window (SOoooo awesome) Pulp Fiction (except the part where the stab the needle into her chest. I can't watch that part, never have) The Shawshank Redepmtion Thirteen (crazy movie) Closer The Virgin Suicides (I really need to read the book) Hedwig and the Angry Inc
A lovestruck Romeo sing a streetsuss serenade Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made Finds a convenient street light steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it? Juliet says hey it's Romeo, you nearly gimme a heart attack He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that Anyway, what you gonna do about it? Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start And I bet and you exploded into my heart And I forget the movie song When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals? When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they h
Lucky Charms: Cereal and Milk Last night, it snowed. It was the oddest snowing. It snowed everywhere around me, but not on me, or rather one particular spot. But it was still wonderful. The snowing got really intense before intervention stilled the snow. It snowed many more times. At one point, I distinctly remember being so tired that it didn't make sense. I was glad for the snow, but because it was so different, it was just curious. It was the most beautiful snow. I've never felt so warm in such weather before. I think that because the snow was so different, when it snows like it normally does, the snow that we all expect will be that much more beautiful. I loved the snow but look forward when it is complete. I wish it would snow again. The weather conditions will not be right for some time. At least one time this semester, I know, it will snow. The conditions will improve and the skies will open. Perhaps I will drive north to seek better weather conditions. I'd like that
I absolutely love this poem.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Déjeuner Du Matin Jacques Prévert Il a mis le café Dans la tasse Il a mis le lait Dans la tasse de café Il a mis le sucre Dans le café au lait Avec la petite cuiller Il a tourné Il a bu le café au lait Et il a reposé la tasse Sans me parler Il a allumé Une cigarette Il a fait des ronds Avec la fumée Il a mis les cendres Dans le cendrier Sans me parler Sans me regarder Il s’est levé Il a mis Son chapeau sur sa tête Il a mis son manteau de pluie Sans une parole Sans me regarder Et moi j’ai pris Ma tête dans ma main Et j’ai pleuré
~*~Unconscious Mutterings~*~ Soldier :: On Lipton :: SWEET tea! Reason:: "Others have excuses, I have my reasons why..." Terms :: On good terms; Terms of endearment (they popped into my head at the same time) Positive :: The sine curve goes up (from the origin) if the amplitude is positive. (I'm taking trig.) Example :: I love it when idiots are made and example of!!! Legacy :: Notre Dame students (not all, granted, but I knew of a few so this pops into my head) Solo :: Han Solo!!!! Instrument :: I love when you play the piano, and guitar and sing. Trumpet... not so much. Lol!!! Later :: Later will be here before you know it...
Ahhh, we lost the Queens game, but I had SO much fun! And I got an awesome new hat that totally makes me look 'gangsta.' So much to say and I don't know how to say it. I'll sort my thoughts and regurgitate soon. Just know this, things are.... so, so, well. I feel like everythings figured out and going to be okay. This can be interpreted more ways than one, so don't speculate too hard. But I'm happy. Are you??
ate pixy stix all night and danced. had two white russians. it was fun. the best part was the company. I crashed at 6:30. I woke up at 10:30. Now, I go in search of y'all. I guess you're in jon's room. I really wanna go to brunch. forgive the bad grammar. lol. i working on very little sleep. still feeling the effects of much sugar and some alcohol together. pretty stoked for the game today
I've had an effing good day. Yes. It was that good. For firstly, I rode my bike for this first time today! Yessss. It is a bit tall for me, but what isn't?? It was awesome. Secondly... it is a GORGEOUS day! It has been in the upper sixties (getting up to 71 for a little bit!) all day! Thirdly, I had a free lunch! Yes, K-Swiss bought Betsy and me lunch because he's got to use up the money on his Holy Grounds account because he's leaving for the semester. I had a chicken facco--- something. It was uber yummy! (it really was!) For Fourthly, in intro to Theatre, we went to the basilica and S. Donoghue lectured on symbology a bit. This is one of my favorite subjects and the reason I love religious art so much. Really, there is NO other reason to go to Bob Jones... Fifthly, I love daily mass. Okay, this hasn't happened yet, but still... it really makes my day. Sixtly, basketball game!!! Yesssss, I love basketball games! Let's Go Abbey!!! Sevently, I'm on
Booking Through Thursday A couple weeks ago, we asked about how you take care of your books, with one of the questions asking whether you write in your books. Well, what about books that are meant to be written in? Like, say, a journal or diary? Do you keep one? Obviously, if you're answering this, you have a blog--do you just let your blog be your journal? Or do you also keep one for private stuff also? I keep four blogs: Mary Commentary , which is filled with random thoughts, memes, and photos. This blog is public. I have two main readers (whom I know of, by their comments): LadyTiffanyAnne (dear sis) and one anonymous commenter . You are currently reading this! :-D The Indestructible Smart Pen , which is my poetry. This blog is public. I wish people would comment more often, but maybe they have nothing to say about my poetry. Double Secret Star , which is filled with things that I think but wish not to say. I usually write in it very late at night and only a few times a month.
~*~ Wordless Wednesday ~*~ Today, I've chosen the word intense. Life is intense, I am intense. Things are intense. Girl -mary veronica How soon you forget me And hence, forget yourself I am intense. I'm stronger In fact, so wild I learn swiftly how to get along Well enough alone There are more than many Just as you are and were At first, refusing to recognize They are not nearly Bold or brazen enough. They lack what it takes These strong, able-bodied Yet weak-minded men Informing the sheets Of their loveless intentions Ignoring until morning The sharp reckoning That sleeps beside them
~*~Rules For When You're At A Bar~*~ There's more to it then tipping a glass and acting foolish. 1. If you owe someone money, always pay them back in a bar. Preferably during happy hour. 2. Always toast before doing a shot. 3. Whoever buys the shot gets the first chance to offer a toast. 4. Change your toast at least once a month. 5. Buying someone a drink is five times better than a handshake. 6. Buying a strange woman a drink is not really cool. Buying all her drinks is dumb. 7. Never borrow more than one cigarette from the same person in one night. 8. When the bartender is slammed, resist the powerful urge to order a slightly-dirty, very-dry, in-and-out, super-chilled half-and-half martini with a lemon twist. Limit orders to beer, straight shots and two-part cocktails. 9. Get the bartender's attention with eye contact and a smile. 10. Do not make eye contact with the bartender if you do not want a drink. 11. Unacceptable things to say after doing a shot: Great, now I'
I am Untamed I may go mad soon. Sometimes, the world falls out from underneath me. It bottoms out. I am overwhelmed by the nothing. My heart will tear itself from my chest. I feel the need for violence. My skin does not fit quite right. Right now, I am terribly confused. I am not sure who I am. I have put on the wrong clothes, the wrong shoes, the wrong head and the wrong fingers. I am wearing my Saturday fingers. Clearly, though, it is Monday. As my body slowly succumbs to the numbness, I will realize it is only a matter of time before I explode. It is all emotion. Once I have absorbed some emotion, it will force its way out. I supressed tears at a theatre (the lovely girl died) and the supression will come back to haunt me. I have been over excited. This will bring nothing but ill. I assure you, all is well now and it will be again, but there is a time in the space between that all will be asunder --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
~*~Moody Monday~*~ Fashionable adj. observant of or conforming to the fashion; stylish: a fashionable young man Current; popular: a fashionabl e topic of conversation As "fashionable," I have selected Marie Antoinette. Though ill fated and portrayed as quite wild and indulgent, she was *the* height of fashion in Versaille.
Monday, February 5. It's late. I'm on the phone with Jeff. I manage to finally blurt out what's wrong, why I'm so stressed, and what I think should be done. All I wanted was time off. Did I want to break up? No. But, he couldn't see any other way of taking time off. I didn't understand. Give me a month or two where I don't have to deal with a boyfriend. I still don't see why this is so hard. But, he said the only way to do this was to break it off. So we broke up. I called him back an hour later begging him to change his mind. No. I remind him of this. I begged him. He refused. So, in part, I felt that the crumbles could not all be laid at my feet. I had a great week. I felt light as air. I had gotten what I wanted, albeit by means I would were not. I had some great times with my friends, studied well, and I was not stressed. But, I could not stop thinking about him. I was so unsure of what to do. Do I forsake this happiness for something that fits? It&#
Randomness...Feed Your Mind and Your Blog February 18: List 6 Odd Things Sound Simple? It is! Just list 6 odd things about yourself. Till Next Time... I have purple hair I'm insane over microbes I'm majoring in english, but plan to go to grad school for micro (don't worry, I've got it all figured out!) Eyeliner makes me feel like a rockstar I have a robot dog named Darwin that wears a hat, gloves and scarf, and dances to music (that is not normal) I'm a twin. Oh, that's not odd? Oh, well why don't we see if there are more singletons or twins out there. Oh, there's more singletons? Why, that makes being a twin odd. Hah! I win.
I found this most amusing. Why didn't I know about this before? What am I talking about? Why, it's Steagle Colbeagle the Eagle: the mascot for Saginaw Spirit Hockey Club . (Surely, you get the reference.) Anyway, some pix from the Colb-blog: The Unveiling of the New Mascot Steagle Colbeagle the Eagle! Notice the glasses, just like his namesake!
Feast One Hundred & Thirty One Appetizer What sound, other than the normal ringing, would you like your telephone to make? I would like it to sound like the bear from A.I. or like the robot-ape-friend from Dreamfall Soup Describe your usual disposition in meteorological terms (partly cloudy, sunny, stormy, etc.). Partly cloudy, changing at any minute to stormy or sunny. Tends towards sunny lately, with chance of showers in the evening. Salad What specific subject do you feel you know better than any other subjects? Microbiology, of course!!! Main Course Imagine you were given the ability to remember everything you read for one entire day. Which books/magazines/newspapers would you choose to read? Okay, this is a little lame, but this would be so helpful! I would ace the GRE!!! Richard Hunt et al. Microbiology, Virology, Immunology, Bacteriology, Parasitology, Mycology Online Berg, Jeremy M.; Tymoczko, John L.; and Stryer, Lubert Biochemistry Peter H Raven et al Biology
Definitely fell asleep in Theology today. For the second day (-ish... it's a MWF class) in a row. I felt bad. I mean, he's not boring. I just haven't been getting sleep. I miss my Sonata! I was never able to sleep to well. After class I told him I was sorry. D. Williams says: "For what?" I am pleased: "Oh, really? Okay, never mind," I laughed. But he wanted to know. "For falling asleep!" Ann: "You fell asleep!" Laughter. "Oh, Mary." Smiles. D. Williams says that All is well. He cannot be too stern as he, too, did his share of sleeping in class. As long as I'm not "reading Vogue or Cosmo or eating your lunch." He says he never did that. "I still don't read Vogue or Cosmo," he jokes. "That's a good thing!!!" I say as Ann and I walk away. What a swell professor.
It's interesting how many versions of this poem, attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984), exist... Original Translation Als die Nazis die Kommunisten holten, habe ich geschwiegen; ich war ja kein Kommunist. Als sie die Sozialdemokraten einsperrten, habe ich geschwiegen; ich war ja kein Sozialdemokrat. Als sie die Gewerkschafter holten, habe ich nicht protestiert; ich war ja kein Gewerkschafter. Als sie mich holten, gab es keinen mehr, der protestieren konnte. When the Nazis came for the communists , I remained silent; I was not a communist. When they locked up the social democrats , I remained silent; I was not a social democrat. When they came for the trade unionists , I did not speak out; I was not a trade unionist. When they came for me, there was no one left to speak out. Two Other Versions: New England Holocaust Memorial They came first for the Communists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist. Then they came for t
"Celia? It's the Goldman. What say we fire up the old segway and find a nice quiet field to do long division in? Sorry, I mean 'in which to do long division'. Sorry, everybody!" --Neil Goldman Now, here, Neil is correcting his use of ending a sentance with a preposition. People say you have bad grammar when you do this. Not so! Read on, good friends: Ending a Sentence with a Preposition © Copyright 2003, Jim Loy People sometimes warn us against ending a sentence with a preposition. An example is "That is the house I live in," which can be written slightly more clearly as "I live in that house." I say "more clearly" because the prepositional phrase is "in that house," which is not as clear in the first example. If a sentence is unusually long, and the ending preposition will be a long distance from its object, then it is best to avoid ending with the preposition. Apparently Latin has a rule against ending
The Anti-Valentine's Day Teddy Bear Did you know that Valentine's Day actually commemerates the hanging of Saint Valentine? Pull my string again and see how much I love you Belch To quote Shakespeare: A rose by any other name would die in about 4 to 5 days. It's not like loves lasts or anything Okay, if you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna call the cops If I could only count the ways of how much I love you. Oh, look! I don't have fingers. Too bad. Cupid? That guy creeps me out! I mean, come on, we all know Valentine's Day was invented by the greeting card industry. Don't forget how much I love you. Happy Valentine's-- oh forget it.
So, more on my boring day: I think that I didn't do so well on my Math test. In fact, I'm fairly sure that I got a couple wrong and, when there are only 15 questions, that sucks. And I think I fell asleep for 15 minutes in Organismal this morning. Not so bad, except I sit in the front row. Oh well. Oh... Oh, shite. I just realized I forgot to go to lab. Hmm, I thought I got through with classes a bit early today! Dang! Maybe Dr. Baker will let me go on Thursday. She probably will. She doesn't really care, as long as you attend sometime. Anyway, love attending daily Mass. It's something I really missed when I wasn't at the Abbey. (You know, Mass... at all...) I go everyday (except Saturday) with Ann. :-) Today was the Fellowship Dinner. It was also Happy Tuesday. So, Ann and I weren't sure where we wanted to eat. I love the Fellowship Dinner a lot, but Happy Tuesday is like a foregone tradition that I missed very much. So, we we're gonna go do Happy Tuesday,
I am so very pleased... I am making an A in Theology! :-) Muy Bueno! (Is this bad grammar? I don't speak Spanish.) I'm fairly sure I'm making an A in Theatre, and here's hoping for an A in Trigonometry. We had a test today. Before today I was for sure making an A. The grades for the test are not yet up. We'll see. I'm making a B in Organismal Diversity and a B in Am. Government. That's about 3.6ish, I think (no calculator handy). As long as I get on the Dean's GOOD List --that's 3.4--, I'll be pleased. But enough with school! It's Valentine's Day! I think I'd rather celebrate Dionysius. I wonder when people celebrate him. Well... they celebrate him every weekend at this school! Anyway, the only wine I have in my room is pretty gross. I guess I'll just have to celebrate with the other things he is known for. :-0 I jest. I won't. With whom do I have to revel?
LONGAVILLE: You swore to that Berowne, and the rest! BEROWNE. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. What is the end of study, let me know. KING. Why, that to know which else we should not know. BEROWNE. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense? KING. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. BEROWNE. As thus: to study where I well may dine, When I to feast expressly am forbid; Or study where to meet some mistress fine, When mistresses from common sense are hid; KING. These be the stops that hinder study quite, And train our intellects to vain delight. BEROWNE. Why, all delights are vain; KING: I've seen for days that you've got The ways that must be checked In you I never can detect The slightest signs of intellect Your mad on dances, think of the chances you neglect You never seem inclined to use your mind You're just a fella who Has got his brains in his dancing shoes Take a lesson from me BEROWNE: I'd rather Charleston LONGAVILLE and DUMAINE: Do
She walks away from the computer. Must study, she thinks. Nay, she knows ! If she doesn't study, she won't make a decent grade on this test. She might, in fact, make a C. Not many people know this, but last time she made a C on her test, she got completely trashed and laid down on top of the Wheeler Center just staring at the passer-by's below her. She thought of rolling off. Just rolling. But she didn't. Not that she could do that now, there's a freaking fence. But, something... She flops down on her bed. Her hands behind her bed, and she just thinks. She can't stop thinking about her. "Love is patient," comes a voice. How ironic. "I didn't say I wouldn't get over it," another voice replies. The wall between her suite and the adjoining one is very un-soundproof. It's funny because they can't hear everything she says, but she can clearly hear everything they say. They continue and eventually move to talking about other thin
Aujourd'hui, je lis Le Petit Prince . C'est tres bon! J'adore lire en français, mais, je pense je besoin étudier plus. Okay, so I haven't written in French in a while. I'm much better at the reading. In fact I could read Le Petit Prince with largely no help, because even though I cannot read the total sentance: Les grandes personnes ne comprennent jamais rien toutes seules, et c'est fatigant, pour les enfants, de toujours leur donner des explications I can pick it apart Les grandes personnes (The grown ups / big people) ne comprennent jamais (don't understand) rien (-)toutes seules(whole selves), et c'est (and it is) fatigant (tiring?), pour les enfants (for the children), de toujours (to all the time)leur (-)donner des explications (give the explanatins). So I'm guessing a lot here, but you see how it's pretty easy to read if you know some? Though I should know leur... isn't that like them or something? This is a better sentance: J'ai do
Exerpt from the diary of a stalker 0528: I'm still waiting outside her window. She hasn't woken up yet. Well, if she has, she's still lolling in bed. I'd like to loll in bed with her. 0912: She's finally awake! My hours have paid off! I heard her stretch and groan and the lights come on. I must find a better hiding spot. Can't have her spotting me when she exits. 0933: I snuck into her room while she was in the shower. I took a shirt from her laundry and some notes out of the trash. Lucky day! The shirt... it still smells like her... 1045: She just got off the phone. She's meeting some friends for breakfast. I'm so jealous! I wonder what she'll eat? Probably a waffle with butter, grapes and strawberries, and some milk, just like always! 1120: Sitting in the caf, a fair distance from her, but close enough to watch her eat. Those lucious lips biting into that strawberry! It is divine... 1156: She sat and talked with her friends for a long time. They la
You know what's really annoying? When you have this problem, --it's not a major problem, but it's certainly by no means un-painful (can I say that)-- and you go to the doctor and they say: "That's normal. It usually lasts a couple weeks and just heals on it's own. You should be fine." And they tell you to do this and that and take these pills. And you do. And two-and-a-half years later, you still have the problem. And it's no less painful. And it happens several times a week. That, my friends, is annoying. I'll go so far as to say it sucks! I can't find any evidence online of this condition being as bad as mine. WebMD says that occasionally, it takes more than 6 weeks to heal. They call this chronic. I went to my doctor at two months and he said it'd be fine. In addition, there's this other problem, which I'm not sure if it's related or not. Considereing the proximity, I'd say so. But this one can be particularly painful. Li
Randomness...Feed Your Mind And Your Blog Week of Feb 4: This or That? Pick one! 1. Peanut Butter or Jelly? Peanutbutter , of course! 2. Hiking or Swimming Hiking. Swimming and I have an odd relationship... 3. Football or Baseball? Football! I could never really get into baseball. 4. Christmas or Thanksgiving? Thanksgiving : less pressure. 5. Grade School or High School? How about college? Well, grade school was more carefree :-) 6. Summer or Winter? Summer , hands down! I love being at school, but I v. dislike the cold. 7. Romance Novel or Mystery Novel? Mystery novels keep you enthrall without the annoyance of vomiting over the romanticism. 8. Mickey Mouse or Barney? Mickey Mouse ... he's not such a loser. 9. Road Trip or Airplane? Without a doubt, road trips are freaking sweet! till next time....
Kallie fingered the deflated balloon in her pocket. It was her last one. She walked purposefully, holding Daniel's hand. Her hair was in soft ringlets, but pulled back out of her face. It was blond and shone brilliantly in the sun. She was blessed with remarkable beauty, everyone said so, but she was so quiet and contemplative for her age. It could be disconcerting at times. They reached the top of the hill and Kallie silently handed the balloon to Daniel. He blew air into the balloon until it was the most lovely green orb Kallie had ever seen. "Please write the letter," she said. "I am, Kallie, dear," replied Daniel. He crouched to let it rest on his knee as he transcribed the precious words onto the balloon. There hadn't been enough space when it was deflated. Upon finishing, he tied a string to the balloon and handed it back to Kallie. She gazed at it solemnly. She walked a few steps and bowed her head for a moment. Daniel hadn't moved. There were tea
Just found this also. Wrote it a bit ago, as well. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In his office, after graduating. She walks in, so nervous she has to shove her unoccupied hand in her pocket to keep it from shaking. The other hand carries a travel coffee mug. -Many congratulations, Miss Simmons, on your commencement,- her former professor greets her. She grins, the nervousness washing away as she becomes comfortable in his presence. -Please, call me Celia... May I call you Kenneth now? Not to be so bold, but I am no longer your student.- She gestures questioningly towards the coffee pot while unscrewing the lid off her mug. -If you'd like, I'm comfortable with it,- he replies with a smile, handing her the coffee. -Oh, thank you!- She refills her mug. -Kenneth, do you often have students confess desire towards you? I mean,- Takes a sip of coffee. - They all think you're smoking hot and so very smart!- He wonders where this conversat
I just found this... I wrote it a while ago, about someone whom, honestly, I am not attracted to but I admire. He is out of my range anyway. Too old for me, I think. Statuses wouldn't mesh. But, like I said... I'm not attracted to him. I just admire him. I think at one point, I did like him, but not so much anymore. It lasted about a week before I realized... it was just wrong. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm in a bar, I think Sammy's. I've graduated. I see you and mosey over and we chat. Salutations And we fumble for words, eventually sitting in a booth together, talking about life, the universe... you know how this goes... Soon, I feel the desperate need for coffee. We move to the Caravan's. We lose track of time. Before we know it, we're getting shooed out of the coffee shop. And we realize that neither of us wants to go home. at the same time: --I should --Do you want Pause. Neither wants to finish.
~*~Unconsious Mutterings~*~ The best thing :: Is life is definitely free Hold :: On to me / Whatever will be will be / the future is ours to see ... Rapture :: Is not an idea I subscribe to Cover :: 's on magazines can be amazing if done artistically and not too pop focused. Restrictive :: Barriers on websites are really annoying Baker :: My bio prof. She's okay. It's an 8o'clock. What can I say Author :: Someday, maybe... Pill :: The Pill? A source of controversy sometimes. I think it gets a bad rap. Months :: Seem to fly by these days Valentine’s Day :: Is on Wednesday and I don't have a valentine!
So, we went out and got some cheap wine. You know, Boone's Farm. We also got some Mogen David. Not MD20/20 but something else. It was, excuse me, ass-nasty. I mean... it really was. I won't usually say that but. It tastes like sweat. Gross!!! MD20/20 is supposed to be pretty good though. I mean, in a Boone's Farm kinda way. Who can complain? It only cost $2.59 a bottle!
Maribu: Yeah, sometimes it's tough to follow dreams Pianoman: A lot tougher than we believe when we're kids Maribu: Oh, don't I know it Pianoman: Do you have any seemingly unattainable dreams? Maribu: I feel like I've gotten pretty cynical about that lately. I used to have a bunch and then, I don't know, I got too... well "grown up"... Maribu: I'm having trouble finding another word for that Maribu: Have you read Le Petit Prince Pianoman: no Maribu: Hmm, okay, just a sec... Maribu: The way he described 'grown-ups' so... I don't know strict... Maribu: If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they dema
We sat on my bed, I don't even remember what we were talking about. We were both a little tired, but neither wanted to leave. I think I interrupted you. I must have.You turned to look at me and I just stared. I had nothing to say, really. Then your eyes softened. I leaned forward and quickly sealed the distance between our lips. Your lips were soft and new. They parted, making a bridge for our tongues. Arms wrapped around each other. Your arm around my waist; my hand at the nape of your neck. I felt myself begin to burn and swell. I pulled back. You were flushed and I knew I must be blushing. Your mouth still a little open, giving you a look of content surprise. There was a knock on the door and the spell was broken. I dreaded having the moment interupted. I crept to the door and opened it a crack. In the corner of my eye, I saw you retreat to the alcove that is my pantry-slash-closet, but I ignore you for now, the crasher of our party being the pressing issue. It was a friend, req
You say that we've got nothing in common No common ground to start from And we're falling apart You'll say the world has come between us Our lives have come between us But I know you just don't care And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's? She said, "I think I remember the film, And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it." And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got." I see you - the only one who knew me And now your eyes see through me I guess I was wrong So what now? It's plain to see we're over, And I hate when things are over - When so much is left undone And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's? She said, "I think I remember the film, And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it." And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got." You say that we've got nothing in common No common ground to start from And we're falling apart You'll say the world