08.31.01 >1857

Today was something of a busy/hectic/crazy day. Did I ever mention that I don't like playing receptionist? Seems like that's part of my new on-campus job now. Ah, well, I did say I wanted to help . . .

I kinda dread tomorrow, though for the most part, I haven't had time to think about it. Or, mebbe it's just best to say that I've been doing a good job keeping it out of my head. What's going on tomorrow, you ask? Well, see, my family's holding a "surprise" birthday party for me at my grandparents' . . . and it's obviously not a surprise since I know about it. My family was never good at keeping surprises, anyhow, but still . . . I'm still more or less somewhat introverted (in real life, anyhow, not on the Net), and I don't do big parties, especially when I'm the one the party's for. Argh. I know, I only turn 21 once . . . still, there's that big "BUT" hangin' there. C'mon, guys, can't we just go out for pizza or have a lil' something that's quieter?

08.30.01 >2304

Tonight I got my 'hood that I'll be covering for the semester in Reporting : Hayes Valley. It's to the west of City Hall, which should be interesting, to say the least. And I'm pretty excited about it . . .

08.29.01 >2237

Nite, y'all.

Just one thing afore I go - did you know that Wil Wheaton has his own blog? (In case you don't remember him, he's the guy who played Wesley Crusher on the Star Trek : The Next Generation TV series.)


blog of the week : verbeuse

verse of the week : "finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." philippians 4 : 8

quote of the week : "If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we are not really living." - Gail Sheehy


Now this should be quite an experience for me . . . I've never had to worry about stocking up on food on a weekly basis 'til now, since I have my own kitchen and all. This should be, um, interesting at the least. (Note to self : go shopping for food tomorrow!)

My schedule is going to be something else to get used to - I have so much free time between my classes, and no classes at all on Mondays and Fridays. Umm, good thing or bad thing? Can't tell just yet . . .

One other habit I'll have to pick up (again) is reading the news, since I have Reporting this semester (keeping track of events in the news is a requirement). Fun, fun, fun . . . (I'll refrain from sarcastic comments on this 'un, for my own good and yours.)

08.28.01 >2141

More or less . . . for better or for worse . . . we are back in business.

I haven't fully recuperated, but the storm's pretty much blown over, and I'm halfway there recovery-wise. Yay, me.

Tomorrow is the beginning of a brand new semester, and I only have one class - in the evening! Now how pathetic is that? Well, okay, why'm I complaining? My schedule is going to be pretty loose this semester, if only so I can concentrate on Reporting (the journalism department's own "boot camp") and getting some actual studying done.

For the folks who know me best, I s'pose that would mean less Internet time. And yes, I'm sure that if you know me well, you're saying to yourself, "Mmmmmm-hm, like that's going to last real long. Internet junkie here . . ." Well, ya know what I found out last week? I actually liked spending time away from my computer. (*gasp* Whoa - she does have a life!) I had more time to read, more time to write (not on a word processor, but in an actual notebook), more time to think, more time to pray. And it was FUN.

This page, however, will be maintained on a regular basis; I've found that I like spilling a lot of what's going on in my head over here. Now I've just gotta clean up my archives and few other sections of C.S., and I'm all set. Whoohoo!

08.26.01 >1401

She sounds so much like me in this entry (friday), when I first went into the dorms. Chin up, gal, you'll get the hang of this whole college thing real soon!

08.25.01 >2016

Still not too ready to pick up a pen and write here. There's so much going on in my head and heart right now, and in my surroundings - things that have both restored and infuriated me. During odd moments I've felt like I'm being torn apart inside. But anyway . . . I had nowhere else to stick this, so I'll put it up here and move it elsewhere later. Enjoy.

~ * ~

The Anointing

I had heard your name before and felt an odd tingle.
It was different from the other tingles,
the kinds I felt when men touched me.
Those "tingles" last only a moment,
and what else is a moment but a single grain of sand
upon the shore of Eternity?
The tingles your name stirred were from the soul,
and seemed to resonate forever in my heart.

You see, I knew who you really were.
They called you Rabbi.
I tended to think of you as, well, Savior.

I had to find you that day, before you left.
I couldn't let this opportunity to meet you escape my grasp.
I wasn't looking for glory or honor in anyone's eyes,
not that I had any to begin with.
My profession is the least respected in the community.
You know that, of course.

Maybe - maybe that's why you always reached out to us first.

The crowds at the door parted when they saw me coming.
Hisses from the women and disapproving glares from the men
made me want to shrink inside myself, to just disappear.
But you . . . the thought of you kept me moving.

When I saw you, I wanted to melt inside.
Surrounded by your followers and admirers,
I again thought of turning away and forgetting entirely about this.
But then you turned to look at me, and I knew I had done the right thing.

You remember that day very well, don't you?
I had with me a little jar, a gift from one of my . . . clients.
Exposed, unworthy, I knelt at your feet, trembling,
and shut my eyes even as tears ran down my face.
The crystalline droplets spattered upon your feet, so caked with dust
from your long travels across the countryside.

I honestly didn't know what I was doing, Lord.
My long hair, which attracts so many of my customers,
I now used to tenderly dry your feet.
I remember kissing you, and pouring perfume over you.

And then you spoke, and your peace and mercy
did more for my soul than the vain words from the Leaders ever did.

You made me whole again.
You restored me.
You changed me forever.

(Taken from Luke 7 : 36 - 50)

08.21.01 >1236

Wow. Am I really going to be turning 21 pretty soon?

I don't care too much for birthdays (to me, it's just another year passing by), buuuut . . . this is my 21st. I guess I do feel a little excited about it - I just hope no one in my family goes overboard with celebrating it come next Monday. I'd probly walk out of my own party and hide out at the mall. Hey, just watch and see if I don't.

Truthfully, besides the whole b-day thing, I really don't have that much motivation to post anything of real substance right now. It's not that I've lost interest in blogging - something's just come up that keeps me from investing any time in this page. I'll be back soon, though. Sooner than even I realize, probly. Just . . . say a lil' prayer for me, will ya? I'd appreciate it a lot.