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[17 Jan 2008|11:40pm] |
Cross-posted:
...I was finally able to fall back asleep at around eight, but my last class today brought the nostalgia back. In addition to the textbook for my Adolescent Development class, we're reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I almost laughed when the professor held up that lime green cover. Ah, feeling infinite. It was Perks that first coined that term for us, and it's usage was--is still to a degree, I bet-- rampant. We had infinite moments on the aforementioned couches belting lyrics at the top of our lungs that were more than just words. We drove to random places and opened our souls to talk about the meaning of life and what we wanted for ourselves. We felt infinite in mid-March laying by the ocean, curled up in blankets, staring at the stars. The list itself is infinite... ha ha. It's gonna be hard rereading Perks because I don't want it to lose its original meaning or the memories that indirectly stem from it in that it helped verbalize what we couldn't. To be honest, I'm scared to reread it.
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[19 Dec 2007|11:16am] |
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OK, so... I'm pretty sure this is my last post on this lj. I've had a new one for a few days now, and I'll be on there from now on. I don't know if it's what I've written in the past, but, after almost 5 years, this feels too constrictive. I don't think anyone on my friend's list checks lj anymore, but lemme know if u wanna be added to the new one.
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[18 Dec 2007|07:03pm] |
I think this is so well worded. I love it.
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[07 Dec 2007|11:40pm] |
 140 views of Flickr? I'm not gonna lie; I think that's awesome.
I told myself to stay home tonight so I could finish at least one project, and lo and behold, I haven't done a single thing in about two hours except for talk to a few friends and listen to music. Occasionally I'll stare at a spreadsheet or a Word document for a few seconds and halfheartedly hope to be struck by some sense of "OMG get your act together woman or you're gonna be screwed" or just genuine desire to be responsible... but no. Hasn't happened yet.
Conversations in the snow:
Me: My hands are cold. Hurry up and take your bag back so I can put my hands in my pockets.
Anthony: That's because you've gone through puberty. (i'm pretty sure he was responding to me)
Isaac: What's puberty?
Anthony: You're too young to understand. Someone will tell you when you go to the third grade.
Issac: Oh. Is that when you get hair on your stomach?
Anthony: You'll find out in third grade.
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[07 Dec 2007|10:01am] |
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Math was canceled this morning, and I'd usually be pretty pumped by that--especially since we didn't have class on Monday either. I have that stupid project though and a test next week, so a week before the semester ends, class more than once a week would be nice. This means I have most of the day to do other work though, so I guess I shouldn't really be complaining. Well, it's back to bed with some Pixar awesomeness, deportation laws, social psych. theories, employment statistics, and Nietzsche. My day's gonna be a-m-a-z-i-n-g. Envy me.
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| lil bit o' Phil Wickham |
[03 Dec 2007|10:54pm] |
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A voice is on the wind
It calls me further in
I’m heading deeper into Your heart
Your mark is on my chest
My sails filled with your breath
You guide me by the light of the stars
I’m sailing on a ship that’s bound for life
I wrestle with the wind against the tide
I leave it all behind to each for more
I’m sailing on to Your golden shore
Though skies go blue to grey
And I’m thrown from wave to wave
You still will hear these lungs singing hard
With every storm I face
I find a greater grace
That pulls me deeper into Your heart
I’m sailing on a ship that’s bound for life
I wrestle with the wind against the tide
I leave it all behind to each for more
I’m sailing on
To where the water’s running sweet and bright
The sun is rising in the eastern sky
I leave it all behind to reach for more
I’m sailing on to Your golden shore
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[30 Nov 2007|12:14am] |
I really wish more people would update. I rarely check LJ anymore, but it'd be nice to see more than just Urban Photos on my Friends' Page.
I fell asleep for two hours while planning out the next ten years of my life financially, and now I can't sleep. Hopefully my after school kids will want to nap instead of playing ultimate kickball or something. That's soooooo likely. Anyway, I was working on my math final--twenty pages of reflection, planning, research, graphs, headaches. Useful? Incredibly. Fun? Hell no. My workload absolutely sucks right now, but I'm so happy with life in general that I'm not bothered by it. Thanksgiving week was so fun. I'm so blessed to have such great friends. It's not that just though; I feel like this whole year has been so great.. everything from Danny, to dealing with "the girlfriend," to camp, and school has been such an incredible learning experience (in addition to some pretty sweet times). I don't know... I feel as though I've grown so much this year and that so much has fallen into place. Good, great, sweet, incredible... so corny and vague, but I'm feeling good, and I guess that's all I can really say.
And, for ol' times' sake, I'll tell people (if anyone actually still reads this) what I'm taking next semester: American Identities, Causes and Prevention of Delinquency, Language Development, Adolescent Development, and Stats for Behavioral Sciences part deux.
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| Email I just got |
[26 Sep 2007|03:45pm] |
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GREY'S PREMIERE PARTY GREY'S STARTS THIS THURSDAY!!!! JOIN US IN THE STUDENT CENTER 8:30 PM FOR GREAT FOOD & PRIZES DON'T MISS OUT ON: MOZZARELLA STICKS CHICKEN FINGERS VEGGIE PLATTERS SODA & WATER SALSA & CHIPS FRENCH FRIES ONION RINGS FOOD GOES FAST DON'T BE LATE!!!!!!!!!!! SPONSORED BY YOUR STUDENT ACTIVITIES FEE
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OK, that's great and all, but why the hell should MY tuition bill include extra charges for mozzarella sticks and onion rings that I'm not even gonna freakin' eat?
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[18 Sep 2007|01:20pm] |
I dunno if anyone even reads this anymore, but I thought I should update just cause... it's been so long. I like school a lot better this year already, but I'm not sure I can pinpoint exactly what makes me like it more. It might have a lot to do with the fact that I don't have the weight of Jumpstart on my shoulders and that I know how things work, but I'm sure there's more to it. My schedule's pretty sweet too except for the fact that I have four classes on Monday cause that messes up my weekend. I'm working 2 days at the Y and 1 day at the writing center, but I'll be making less in a month then I made in a week this summer cause I can only work a few hours. I guess that's OK though... camp was fun, but I don't think I ever want to work a full time job again.
I woke up at 5 yesterday morning to finish reading The Apology of Socrates and write a short essay on it, and it turns out that it's due on THURSDAY...
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[06 Aug 2007|10:32am] |
Cha Cha Slide. Stuck in my head.
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[16 Jul 2007|06:36pm] |
I've been looking into it, and I think I'm going to start trying to sell some pictures as stock photography. That's just another semi-random plan though; we'll see how it goes, I guess. ASL, another one of those plans, is going a bit slow, but I've been sticking to it. Wheelock has classes and a sign choir, so I'm not really being unrealistic.
I know camp isn't a typical 9-5 job, but don't know how adults manage eight hour work days on a regular basis.
Some pretty crazy ish went down at camp day. I was sitting at the sign out table with another counselor and there were a few counselors sitting on a bench near us. All of the sudden this boy who's wailing hysterically came running towards us with his hands over his mouth. Someone asked him what was up, but for some reason he started moving away from us... he was probably trying to find his counselor. So I was like, "buddy, you need to calm down, so we can find out what happen. Let me see your mouth." As soon as he took his hands off, a freakin' river of blood came pouring out of his mouth on to my arms, sneakers, backpack, and his clothes. I ran with him inside, and when he took his hand off of his mouth again, his WHOLE, ENTIRE tooth was in his hand. I'd never seen anything with so much blood before. I think that beats the broken elbow accident that happened.
That's pretty much it...
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[04 Jul 2007|06:00pm] |
I keep thinking it's Saturday, and I'm like "ahhhh, sweet," but apparently it's not... and I have work tomorrow. We're going to the Aquarium tthough, so it won't be as tiring as usual. We went to the Franklin Park Zoo last Wednesday--yes, that was the day it was almost 100 and was super humid--and it felt kinda weird sitting at the front of the bus with the bagged lunches and the attendance sheet. It's cool though. The dodgeball (we should seriously get a group together and play sometime), kickball, and crazy camp songs are awesome; I'm having a lot of fun. I pretty much really like all the kids in our group too, but the two Israeli girls and the two Japanese boys are my favoritessss.
Yeah.... I kinda just lost the desire to post, maybe I'll update more later ;)
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[28 Jun 2007|06:03pm] |
and we've got time on our hands
and we've got, got nothing but time on our hands
got nothing but, got nothing but
got nothing but time on our hands
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[14 Jun 2007|01:25pm] |
"I pointed out a moment ago that the more pride one had, the more one disliked pride in others... Two of a trade never agree."
So true, C.S... so true. =/
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| NO, NOT MY GUMDROP BUTTONS! |
[12 Jun 2007|12:09pm] |
 Next week is my last of complete freedom before I start 9-5ing it. Let's get cracking on those infinite moments puh-lease. I babysat for 10 hours of between the Probsteins and church this past weekend, and there's this one little boy in particular from church I want to kidnap. Whenever he would start crying for his mom or something, I would be like, "Lucas, let's go read a book!" and he would immediately lighten up and run over to the reading area. How great is that? One of the first signs of reading readiness is that the child understands that the print has meaning and carries the stories and that we read from left to right. He would point to each word in the title and ask me what it said... this kid is TWO and has that all down already; it's amazing. His vocabulary is obviously pretty impressive for his age, and his imagination is awesome. He's way ahead of a lot of the Jumpstart four and five year olds. I know most people aren't interested by this sort of thing, but I think it's soooo exciting. |
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[22 May 2007|12:15am] |
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Mrs. Hodges told us a story sophomore year about how she was doing some pretty crappy things, and a teacher (?) finally asked her if she was truly happy & if she was the same person with her "friends" as she was when she was alone in the darkness of her room. That's always stuck with me for some reason... and I thought I'd share b/c that's something everything should consider, I think.
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| Mary Oliver |
[15 May 2007|10:17am] |
I actually think I liked most of her poems; I like what she writes about. It reminded me of this convo. we had in Religion in Film and Lit. two years ago. We were reading some story about a girl who lives on a kibbutz and is super thankful for all she has, and someone said that that didn't make sense because grains of salt (one of the things the girl was thankful for) were insignificant in the "big picture." What she said didn't make any sense to me though. You can't possibly even begin to grasp how truly amazing the "bigger" things in life are if you don't appreciate how significant the seemingly insignificant is. So yeah, I agreed with most of what Mary Oliver said... except for one thing. Someone asked a question about the limits of English and she said that there were none: "if you're spending enough time with whatever it is then your mind will come up with the right words", she explained. I dunno... I think that's interesting, but I don't really agree. I think language is veryyyyy limiting; I think you can come pretty close to fully expressing things, but I don't think that language allows us to perfectly verbalize everythingggggg. Men invented language... since when is anything we invented absolutely perfect?
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[14 May 2007|10:29am] |
I don't like that the older you get, the faster time flies. I just finished my first year of college, and in about three weeks two of my childhood best friends will be married. Insane.
Thamara's getting her ticket today and asked if I was sure that I didn't want to go, and I guess I am right now; I KNOW I'm gonna want to kick myself later though. So I'm here for the summer. Crap isn't something you can run away from, and the whole situation is something I'm eventually gonna have to deal with, but that's not happening this summer. I've been told I'm overreacting lol... oh well. I only start at the Y on June 25th though, so I have about five weeks of complete freedom. Someone should make plans ;) . Other than that, I've got nothing. I was looking through old entries and realized that two summers ago I said I was gonna learn sign language. I definitely will start learning this summer. I also need to spend a couple of hours at NEMBF and AC Moore and Michael's... I haven't had the chance to really read much or make anything since Sept.
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[02 May 2007|10:08pm] |
I’ve been jumping from the tops of buildings
For the thrill of the fall, ignoring sound advice and ignoring the consequence
My bones have shattered, my pride is shattered
And in the midst of this self inflicted pain, I can see my beautiful rescue
I’m falling more in love with every single word I withhold
I’m falling more in love with every single word you say
I’m falling head over heels for you…
I’ve been dancing on the tops of buildings
And at the top of my lungs I’m singing you a song “don’t you leave me alone”
My bones were shattered, my pride lay shattered
Well I’ll trample my pride until the whole world will dance with me
I’m falling more in love with every single word I withhold
I’m falling more in love with every single word you say
I’m falling head over heels for you again.
Well I’m crying out, wash my hands these bloody hands
Oh, open my mouth and I'll sing, woah oh oh oh.
I’m falling more in love with every single word I withhold
I’m falling more in love with every single word you say
I’m falling head over heels for you.
I’ve been dancing on the tops of buildings, with you
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