it's the scottish word for the last day of the year
i should invent some sort of pagan rite
wait... i bet there already is
http://www.hogmanay.net/
12.31.2005
the reason i'm not a poet
people are never the villians we make them out to be
angels are never as pure as they seem
the farther away you are
the more i seem like you
and the more i hate extremes
i threw away your pictures
but you'll always be in my mind
the farther away you are
the more i see you
and the more i feel nothing
i can't erase you
so i will keep you
sitting on the kitchen sink with my
wedding ring
and if you slip down the drain i'll...
call an exorcist
angels are never as pure as they seem
the farther away you are
the more i seem like you
and the more i hate extremes
i threw away your pictures
but you'll always be in my mind
the farther away you are
the more i see you
and the more i feel nothing
i can't erase you
so i will keep you
sitting on the kitchen sink with my
wedding ring
and if you slip down the drain i'll...
call an exorcist
12.24.2005
12.23.2005
cute overload
seriously... http://cuteoverload.com/
thanks to whit for another brilliant way to waste time ;P
i just bought chocolate brown sheets and a jade green sweater... my merry xmas from granma!! yay.
thanks to whit for another brilliant way to waste time ;P
i just bought chocolate brown sheets and a jade green sweater... my merry xmas from granma!! yay.
12.22.2005
diamonds on the soles of her shoes
by Paul Simon, one of my absolute favorite songs...
(a-wa) O kod wa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza
She’s a rich girl
She don’t try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He’s a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing Ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
People say she’s crazy
She’s got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well that’s one way to lose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She was physically forgotten
Then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said you’ve taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds
And I could say Oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What I’m talking about
As if everybody here would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon
He makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And puts on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on Upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
And I could say Oo oo oo
And everybody here would know
What I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about diamonds
People say I’m crazyI got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well that’s one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
(a-wa) O kod wa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza
She’s a rich girl
She don’t try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He’s a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing Ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
People say she’s crazy
She’s got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well that’s one way to lose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She was physically forgotten
Then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said you’ve taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds
And I could say Oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What I’m talking about
As if everybody here would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon
He makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And puts on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on Upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
And I could say Oo oo oo
And everybody here would know
What I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about diamonds
People say I’m crazyI got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well that’s one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
12.21.2005
random
things i'm thinking about right now:
http://wiki.ehow.com/Apply-Corpsepaint
http://www.miramax.com/bride/
http://www.jackjohnsonmusic.com/
http://www.fhu.edu/
http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=2625036
... i'll be in room 208, Hall Roland kiddos... yay! i'm goin' back to Freed!!
http://wiki.ehow.com/Apply-Corpsepaint
http://www.miramax.com/bride/
http://www.jackjohnsonmusic.com/
http://www.fhu.edu/
http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=2625036
... i'll be in room 208, Hall Roland kiddos... yay! i'm goin' back to Freed!!
12.20.2005
narnia
ever looked back at something in your life, and marvelled at your own stupidity? i have. i'm thinking of those times when things are good because you're doing right, and you look back to a time when you weren't, and are stunned at how blind your were. it's the magpie thing for me... something is shiny, something is pretty, and so i trade up all sorts of good steady true things for the shiny that will make me happy - momentarily. eventually the shine dims, and whatever's underneath comes out, or that thing you held so dear simply crumbles in your hands.
so why do we throw the good stuff away?
in narnia, edmond went for the turkish delight, the hot cocoa, the fur lined throne, and the queen - he wanted to easy way, and he wanted to be fawned over. i love edmond for the lesson he learns and for the grace that is shown him by Aslan ... last night i FINALLY watched the lion the witch and the wardrobe - and am in love all over again with the beauty and clarity with which CS Lewis tells the story. i don't think i stopped tearing up from five minutes in to the movie. what gets to me at this moment the most, is how the children are reminded of how we ought to treat eachother as family... Aslan said that edmonds betrayal was worse because he betrayed his family... and i see me in that, i see us.
as a christian, how often am i seduced by turkish delight? how often do i climb into the witch's sled in order to feel "special". it is attractive, it is seductive, but eventually the ice melts, and the misery of trading your will for one set on power, on anger and on the temporary, shows through. i know the feeling. i have been drawn towards the appearance of evil. there are valuable events in my life, moments i will never recapture, that are marred by my own selfishness and sin. instead of treasuring the gifts i have in Christ, the family and the confidence in Him, i have traded it in for days and nights where i did my own will, sought my own pleasure, and they were all too short, they ended in misery and loss. and then i looked up, and He - that great lion - was there to take my place and be the sacrifice, bearing the consequence of my foolish actions.
and i guarantee, there will still be times to come, where edmond and i will identify, and marvel at the grace of our Savior. until then, i am in awe and praise Him for the things He has done that are beyond my imagination. really deep magic.
so why do we throw the good stuff away?
in narnia, edmond went for the turkish delight, the hot cocoa, the fur lined throne, and the queen - he wanted to easy way, and he wanted to be fawned over. i love edmond for the lesson he learns and for the grace that is shown him by Aslan ... last night i FINALLY watched the lion the witch and the wardrobe - and am in love all over again with the beauty and clarity with which CS Lewis tells the story. i don't think i stopped tearing up from five minutes in to the movie. what gets to me at this moment the most, is how the children are reminded of how we ought to treat eachother as family... Aslan said that edmonds betrayal was worse because he betrayed his family... and i see me in that, i see us.
as a christian, how often am i seduced by turkish delight? how often do i climb into the witch's sled in order to feel "special". it is attractive, it is seductive, but eventually the ice melts, and the misery of trading your will for one set on power, on anger and on the temporary, shows through. i know the feeling. i have been drawn towards the appearance of evil. there are valuable events in my life, moments i will never recapture, that are marred by my own selfishness and sin. instead of treasuring the gifts i have in Christ, the family and the confidence in Him, i have traded it in for days and nights where i did my own will, sought my own pleasure, and they were all too short, they ended in misery and loss. and then i looked up, and He - that great lion - was there to take my place and be the sacrifice, bearing the consequence of my foolish actions.
and i guarantee, there will still be times to come, where edmond and i will identify, and marvel at the grace of our Savior. until then, i am in awe and praise Him for the things He has done that are beyond my imagination. really deep magic.
12.17.2005
stories
i love them.
the past couple of years, i've thought alot about what it is that makes someone "creative". what is it that causes a person to MAKE things, or to express and communicate in order to share and inspire. or maybe just because they HAVE to...
and i've never, ever considered myself really one of those artistic people i so love to spend time with and befriend. i consider myself lucky to know them personally, and be allowed to share in their enthusiasm for whatever their craft(s) may be.
but then there are stories. this i understand. everyone has one, or two. some of us seem entirely composed of them, some don't seem to know they have 'em. when i say story, i mean the personal ones, the ones you share over a cup of coffee in a busy bookstore where no one knows you but the friend across the table. or the story you tell to dear friends in order for them to see something Greater than yourself ... the stories that explain YOU. and i don't mean an autobiography endorsed by oprah either.
i mean the ones with nasty grit, and undeniable truth, the ones that make you blush or grin - commiserate or finally connect. these are the tales you tell yourself over and over, and the myths of self-perception you share with others. in telling these stories, you see yourself, and allow someone else in, if it be only for a moment. maybe we do this out of desperation, a final act of honesty. maybe we tell because we hunger for love and attention. maybe our stories aren't always exactly true, but their what we saw and felt at the time, and looking back and naming it is the only way you can move forward.
stories represent so much for me. i love reading a good story, or hearing it told... it the relation behind it that gets me. as a child, i moved from place to place and at times withdrew because making the connections and telling the stories took time, and hurt too much. i wanted not only to be connected to others but i craved acceptance from my peers. now, i tell stories on myself anytime someone asks a simple question.
why is your last name different from you family's?
- because once upon a time, i was married to a soldier...
where are you from?
- well, that's a long story...
how do you feel?
- ok, but i had the longest day...
how many stories do you tell a day?
the past couple of years, i've thought alot about what it is that makes someone "creative". what is it that causes a person to MAKE things, or to express and communicate in order to share and inspire. or maybe just because they HAVE to...
and i've never, ever considered myself really one of those artistic people i so love to spend time with and befriend. i consider myself lucky to know them personally, and be allowed to share in their enthusiasm for whatever their craft(s) may be.
but then there are stories. this i understand. everyone has one, or two. some of us seem entirely composed of them, some don't seem to know they have 'em. when i say story, i mean the personal ones, the ones you share over a cup of coffee in a busy bookstore where no one knows you but the friend across the table. or the story you tell to dear friends in order for them to see something Greater than yourself ... the stories that explain YOU. and i don't mean an autobiography endorsed by oprah either.
i mean the ones with nasty grit, and undeniable truth, the ones that make you blush or grin - commiserate or finally connect. these are the tales you tell yourself over and over, and the myths of self-perception you share with others. in telling these stories, you see yourself, and allow someone else in, if it be only for a moment. maybe we do this out of desperation, a final act of honesty. maybe we tell because we hunger for love and attention. maybe our stories aren't always exactly true, but their what we saw and felt at the time, and looking back and naming it is the only way you can move forward.
stories represent so much for me. i love reading a good story, or hearing it told... it the relation behind it that gets me. as a child, i moved from place to place and at times withdrew because making the connections and telling the stories took time, and hurt too much. i wanted not only to be connected to others but i craved acceptance from my peers. now, i tell stories on myself anytime someone asks a simple question.
why is your last name different from you family's?
- because once upon a time, i was married to a soldier...
where are you from?
- well, that's a long story...
how do you feel?
- ok, but i had the longest day...
how many stories do you tell a day?
12.14.2005
sappy
- Sabrina
- You've Got Mail
- Return to Me
- Breakfast at Tiffany's
- Sleepless In Seattle
- Sweet Home Alabama
- Miracle on 34th Street
- It's a Wonderful Life
- An Affair to Remember
- Pride and Prejudice (any stripe)
- While You Were Sleeping
'tis the season for hot chocolate and sappy, gooey movies.
- You've Got Mail
- Return to Me
- Breakfast at Tiffany's
- Sleepless In Seattle
- Sweet Home Alabama
- Miracle on 34th Street
- It's a Wonderful Life
- An Affair to Remember
- Pride and Prejudice (any stripe)
- While You Were Sleeping
'tis the season for hot chocolate and sappy, gooey movies.
4 am
this is my evil hour. the past three weeks, i've woken up at least once a week at this time. there's nothing to do but get up and get going when it's four in the morning and you can't sleep! what do you do at four am? check email... no one's written since last night at 10pm... hmm, fancy that. sign on to your IM, strange, no one's there. oh, or shop for random things you always think about but never buy... and besides which, there are no stores open for you to call and compare prices with either.
sleepy, but can't sleep.
cold too, that "i just woke up" cold of early mornings. and i'm hungry so i heated up some leftover shepherds pie, mmm. goood breakfast. with water. brewing some coffee. thinking about working out with my exercise ball...
oh! i made my first ten-pound goal! now only 99 million more to go.
no, not really. =) i love the energy i've been feeling lately, and know it's due to (in part;) actually living healthier. the energy and mental ability seem much easier to come by lately, i really think that's because i am in a more positive state of mind than i've been in for four years. i pray that it will remain, and increase...
brrr! ok, time to move. work at 7:30am, and someone to train.
sleepy, but can't sleep.
cold too, that "i just woke up" cold of early mornings. and i'm hungry so i heated up some leftover shepherds pie, mmm. goood breakfast. with water. brewing some coffee. thinking about working out with my exercise ball...
oh! i made my first ten-pound goal! now only 99 million more to go.
no, not really. =) i love the energy i've been feeling lately, and know it's due to (in part;) actually living healthier. the energy and mental ability seem much easier to come by lately, i really think that's because i am in a more positive state of mind than i've been in for four years. i pray that it will remain, and increase...
brrr! ok, time to move. work at 7:30am, and someone to train.
12.09.2005
12.08.2005
seasons of love
--okay, if you have opinions about Rent the musical, that's okay, just read these lyrics and pretend they come from somewhere else:
COMPANY:
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love?
Measure in love. Seasons of love.
SOLOIST 1:
525,600 minutes!
525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes
- how can you measure the life of a woman or man?
SOLOIST 2:
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.
COMPANY:
It's time now to sing out,
tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love!
Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.
okay, it sounds beter when it's sung, but the thought is beautiful. if you liked that, go check out the lyrics to "without you", or "i'll cover you"...
*525,600 minutes = 1 year ;)
COMPANY:
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love?
Measure in love. Seasons of love.
SOLOIST 1:
525,600 minutes!
525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes
- how can you measure the life of a woman or man?
SOLOIST 2:
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.
COMPANY:
It's time now to sing out,
tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love!
Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.
okay, it sounds beter when it's sung, but the thought is beautiful. if you liked that, go check out the lyrics to "without you", or "i'll cover you"...
*525,600 minutes = 1 year ;)
12.06.2005
happy?
happy!
I found it again, it's sooo great, I love this feeling! Woo hoo!
Seriously though, I am one blessed human being and I am amazed by God' love for me... and His ability to put wonderful people in my life at just the right time. His timing is perfect. I am so well provided for and completely loved.
happy december everyone.
I found it again, it's sooo great, I love this feeling! Woo hoo!
Seriously though, I am one blessed human being and I am amazed by God' love for me... and His ability to put wonderful people in my life at just the right time. His timing is perfect. I am so well provided for and completely loved.
happy december everyone.
12.04.2005
delight
Do not fret because of evil
men
or be envious of those who
do wrong;
for like the grass they will
soon wither,
like the green plants they will
soon die away.
Trust in the Lord and do
good;
dwell in the land and
enjoy safe pasture.
Delight yourself in the
Lord
and he will give you the
desires of your heart.
Psalm 37:1-4
men
or be envious of those who
do wrong;
for like the grass they will
soon wither,
like the green plants they will
soon die away.
Trust in the Lord and do
good;
dwell in the land and
enjoy safe pasture.
Delight yourself in the
Lord
and he will give you the
desires of your heart.
Psalm 37:1-4
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