http://www.scribd.com/doc/56238687/Is-Everyone-Hanging-Out-Without-Me-by-Mindy-Kaling-Excerpt
To make you cry,
"Between the river and the ravens I'm fed, sweet deliverer you lift up my head, lead me in your way."
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Two Emotions
To make you laugh,
http://www.scribd.com/doc/56238687/Is-Everyone-Hanging-Out-Without-Me-by-Mindy-Kaling-Excerpt
To make you cry,
http://www.scribd.com/doc/56238687/Is-Everyone-Hanging-Out-Without-Me-by-Mindy-Kaling-Excerpt
To make you cry,
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Stuck In My Head
It's natural to get a song stuck in your head.
I cannot stop listening to these two.
Duos don't get much better than The Civil Wars. Their voices blend perfectly together, in a beautiful and often haunting way.
I'll let you guess which one looks like Johnny Depp.
"Did that full moon force my hand?
Or that unmarked hundred grand?
Ooh underneath the water
Please forgive me father"
"Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
Oh you think your dreams are the same as mine
Oh I don't love you but I always will"
I cannot stop listening to these two.
Duos don't get much better than The Civil Wars. Their voices blend perfectly together, in a beautiful and often haunting way.
I'll let you guess which one looks like Johnny Depp.
"Did that full moon force my hand?
Or that unmarked hundred grand?
Ooh underneath the water
Please forgive me father"
"Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
Oh you think your dreams are the same as mine
Oh I don't love you but I always will"
Monday, May 23, 2011
Possibilites
It's natural to have a slight obsession with Emily Dickinson. My father is actually the one who introduced her to me. Having loved her for a while,
he felt like the two of us would get along.
I Dwell in Possibly
Emily Dickinson
I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--
Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--
Of Visitors--the fairest--
For Occupation--This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--
he felt like the two of us would get along.
I Dwell in Possibly
Emily Dickinson
I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--
Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--
Of Visitors--the fairest--
For Occupation--This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--
LISTEN TO THIS TRACK
Ray LaMontagne has been one of my top five favorite artists for several years now.
Basically, I'm in love with his music and I just had to share this song with you.
He has the kind of voice that has a certain wisdom, like it's been around the block a time or two. It's full of soul and wonder mixed with a distinct smokers croon.
"It's hard to believe it
Even as my eyes do see it
The very things that make you live are killing you
Listen when all of this around us'll fall over
I tell you what we're gonna do
You will shelter me my love
and I will shelter you"
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Young Love
I think these two are on to something.....
The preciousness of simplicity. Nothing is better than a first kiss and a high five.
Soul Mates
It's natural to have several pet fish over the years.
Right?
Wow. It has been such a long time, blog. I'm sorry that I've been away so long, but that's the great thing about you, blog. You can't yell at me for neglecting you. Neither can plants...or fish....so that explains my history with both of those things.
Either way, I am happy to be writing again.
I have officially completed my freshman year.
Insane, right?
I remember that first day like it was yesterday.
As soon as our parents left, Joy and I turned to each other in tears and hugged for about 5 minutes, trying to comfort each other about the reality that this was our life now.
I cannot describe what this year has meant to me, what it has taught me, and how much it has changed me. There are no words.
There is no way for me to write in this blog and send it out into cyber space how amazing it was to look back on everything that happened in my life this past year and see God carrying me the whole time.
His sovereign plan written on every page,
on every day,
on every friend I made,
in every song I sang.
Even when it was all over, I came back to the same family I've had my whole life. Of course this includes my actual family, but I am also talking about my friends. The distance of college and the newness of our separate lives was no match for the bond that we have. These girls knew me when I was a fatty, when I was annoying, when I really loved Clay Aiken, when I was awkward (still working on that one), and even when I thought it was really cool to part my hair down the middle and wear Jelly shoes. They have stuck with me through it all. They are a part of me. One of the best parts of me. I know that most people only have one soul mate, but I already have three.
Right?
Wow. It has been such a long time, blog. I'm sorry that I've been away so long, but that's the great thing about you, blog. You can't yell at me for neglecting you. Neither can plants...or fish....so that explains my history with both of those things.
Either way, I am happy to be writing again.
I have officially completed my freshman year.
Insane, right?
I remember that first day like it was yesterday.
As soon as our parents left, Joy and I turned to each other in tears and hugged for about 5 minutes, trying to comfort each other about the reality that this was our life now.
I cannot describe what this year has meant to me, what it has taught me, and how much it has changed me. There are no words.
There is no way for me to write in this blog and send it out into cyber space how amazing it was to look back on everything that happened in my life this past year and see God carrying me the whole time.
His sovereign plan written on every page,
on every day,
on every friend I made,
in every song I sang.
Even when it was all over, I came back to the same family I've had my whole life. Of course this includes my actual family, but I am also talking about my friends. The distance of college and the newness of our separate lives was no match for the bond that we have. These girls knew me when I was a fatty, when I was annoying, when I really loved Clay Aiken, when I was awkward (still working on that one), and even when I thought it was really cool to part my hair down the middle and wear Jelly shoes. They have stuck with me through it all. They are a part of me. One of the best parts of me. I know that most people only have one soul mate, but I already have three.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Mrs. Frizzle is a Liar
It's natural to ride the bus.
Growing up, I rode the bus. From first grade all the way up to freshman year, I was forced to ride Mr. James number 7 yellow behemoth of a vehicle to and from school. Let me clear up some rumors for those of you who have never ridden a school bus....
On the bus, I learned valuable life lessons like
cuss words,
how to deface public property,
and most importantly, even if you are super bored, sun staring contests are never a good idea.
I'm fairly certain that a major reason I have such terrible eyesight is because of bus boredom.
I also learned about rejection on the bus.
My friend and I would always try and sit next to this boy on the bus, but he would always put his trombone case on seat to prevent us from getting near him.
So remember ladies, if he uses his trombone case as an excuse, he's just not that into you.
Growing up, I rode the bus. From first grade all the way up to freshman year, I was forced to ride Mr. James number 7 yellow behemoth of a vehicle to and from school. Let me clear up some rumors for those of you who have never ridden a school bus....
They are NOTHING like the magic school bus.
On the bus, I learned valuable life lessons like
cuss words,
how to deface public property,
and most importantly, even if you are super bored, sun staring contests are never a good idea.
I'm fairly certain that a major reason I have such terrible eyesight is because of bus boredom.
I also learned about rejection on the bus.
My friend and I would always try and sit next to this boy on the bus, but he would always put his trombone case on seat to prevent us from getting near him.
So remember ladies, if he uses his trombone case as an excuse, he's just not that into you.
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