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05.10.01 >2213

The Rock . . . well, rocks!

First time in ages that I've had Chinese food. This ain't heaven, but it falls under the category of "heavenly," at least!


Hmmmm. Getting new glasses seems to put a spin on things - and I mean literally. Walking around earlier, I thought the ground was rushing up to meet my face several times. Things are zooming in and out, sporadically. *blink blink* Nope, that didn't help. Maybe it's 'cause the lenses are smaller or somethin'.

Links page will be updated soon. Promise. You have my permission to berate me as long as you'd like if I "don't get around to it."


My roommate's friend came bursting in here maybe a half hour ago, demanding that roomie go down to breakfast with her. Rude? Nahh. It's another beautiful day outside, and getting up early is somethin' I wish I could do more often. Only bad thing is that I'm not a morning person.

Heehee . . . just requested a song at WaYfm. It's been a pretty long time since I've requested a song from any radio station. Whoohoo!

And, oh yeah . . . I've decided not to put up the updated blog list. Otherwise, ya might as well forget about the Blog of the Week feature . . .

05.09.01 >2332

We've turned off all the lights and got the candles burning. I'm staring at the candle that sits near my alarm clock, watching the flame flicker and dance within the waxen shell that imprisons it - or should I say, "protects it"? And as long as I keep staring at this little flame, I have to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. What if fire did no harm to our flesh and became tangible and containable with my fingers? Would that make us less mortal? Prosy thoughts o' mine, I guess. Don't take 'em seriously.

No classes tomorrow. Whoohoo! It's Advising Day. I guess this is our reprieve before finals start next week. Yeesh . . .

A new blog list will be posted in a bit. Lots of new ones . . . new good ones, that is. I do hafta admit that a blog link page has been up for a while now (there's just not a link to it anywhere on here), and it's a lot longer than the list on the current links page. The new, updated list will be shorter, I think, because I've been sorting through all blogs bookmarked on my 'puter to pick the good ones that you'll enjoy. So watch for it!


That lil' thread of a thought still hasn't returned. Where, oh where are you?

Would you consider Shakespeare's stuff to be poetry? Why or why not?


What a skinny post yesterday's entry was! Ah, well. I s'pose I could make up for it today - if I feel like it, that is. *grin*

So yeah, here I am at home again, the fourth Wednesday in a row, and things are somewhat quiet. Getting here was kinda slow, because the bus I was on overheated, I guess, so I walked to my former high school in 86 degree weather to wait for my ride. Wasn't too bad, actually. I've actually started walking around a lot, if only for the exercise, and if only because I have time to think and observe.

Two things that popped into my head while waiting for my dad to pick up me and my lil' sister in front of the school : I do not like the cliques. 1)Because they remind me of what happened at Columbine, and 2)because preps and jocks really disgust me. Now if you're reading this, and you feel that you belong to either of the aforementioned groups, I am sorry, but the world does not revolve around you! How popular you are means nothing to me. Get real. Be real.

The other thing that popped into my head was a thin thread of a thought concerning somethin' deep and profound - and for some reason, what it was exactly escapes me right now. *sigh* Don't you hate it when that happens?

Oh, yeah, and I got my new glasses. Now I just have to get used to 'em - and by that, I mean making sure the ceiling doesn't look like it's closing in on me. Ack!

05.08.01 >2026

Listening to music on your headphones, watching a movie, and trying to find new blogs is not a great mix.

05.07.01 >2237

New poems posted, y'all. Enjoy.


verse of the week : "with the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. my brothers, this should not be." james 3 : 9, 10

blog of the week : ShellyWeb

Somethin' new! Word of the week : kibosh. from : Definition 1: (Slang) A restraining element; something that stops or halts something else ; usage: Most often used in the phrase "to put the kibosh on," where it means "to finish off" or "dispose of." Definition 2: (Slang) Nonsense; palaver ; usage: This meaning is not used so often as the first: "He was talking a bunch of kibosh, so I stopped listening after the fourth word."

I love my new keyboard. At least on this one you don't have to hear me literally banging on the keys whenever I type . . .


"What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."

- King Henry V
from Shakespeare's King Henry V
Act IV, Scene III

Don't ask why I put this up. Just read it and then go back 2000+ years and try to imagine a Spartan saying something along the same line. (Though I think the Spartans would be less prosy.)

05.06.01 >2357

I stood up just now and found a girl staring back at me. She wore a white shirt with sleeves that ended somewhere between your elbow and wrist, and black workout pants. Her hair was relaxed, curled and up in a ponytail. Her face was clear, set, yet calm, her expression somewhat intense.

The girl was my reflection in the window.

Now mind you . . . I am usually not so insecure that I always hate myself and the way I look. In fact, the girl in the reflection had the faintest trace of a smile on her lips, because she liked what she saw. I may not be model material like my younger sister (who may deny it herself, even though I think she is), and I definitely don't have a six-inch waist or a large bust . . . but you know what?

I couldn't care less about that crap. I like who I am.

Nor am I a self-sufficient creature. I wasn't made to be that way. I was created by One who knew how I would turn out to be at this age of 20. I know why He created me. And I may try to deny it, but I can't resist Him. Which is why a human being's relationship with God is perhaps the best love story that's ever been told.


I now have a good enough excuse to get my driver's license. That excuse came in the form of a 2000 Geo Prism, thanks to me parents. Yes, yes, yes! (Trust me, I was not this excited over the phone. Heehee.)


Today we had gorgeous weather . . . though it was a little too warm for my liking. I came to S.F. to escape the hot weather back home, and it seems to have followed me here . . .

Had to turn the speakers up to drown out all the freakin' noise the girls down the hall are making. Some girls are loud by nature, I guess. Some girls are loud just for annoyance's sake. That brand of loudness I can't stand!

05.05.01 >2256

Remind me not to open my big mouth next time and tell my family that this page exists . . .

On the other hand - the U.S. is no longer a member of the U.N. Human Rights Commission. Which, well, kinda struck me as odd, though I'm not sure why. Sure does cut America down a few notches down, though. Go here for more commentary on the subject.


I . . .

1. love Jesus.
2. love to write.
3. can curl up and stay riveted by a good book for several hours.
4. love chocolate.
5. hope I haven't become a pyromaniac just because I like candles.
6. am a wallflower.
7. am an observer.
8. am too objective.
9. love to ask questions.
10. am a poet.

I . . .

1. am pretty gullible.
2. sometimes feel helpless.
3. can be too serious sometimes.
4. withdraw when things get awkward.
5. procrastinate too often.
6. don't like confrontations.
7. worry too much.
8. try to be myself.
9. have a lot of weak moments.
10. am only human.


Well, a week's worth of posts vanished yesterday, and muddled somewhere in that mess of entries, I mentioned that Ferris Bueller's Day Off rocks. Well, it does. The best part of the movie is when he's on the float . . . heehee. Just don't try to cut school like he does, 'cause I don't think it's going to work for ya.


On the way back to my room, I stopped for a bit to watch our baseball team play. I had a clear bird's eye view from the fourth or fifth level of the parking garage, which sits right next to the field. I've never really been a big fan of baseball, nor am I really big on sports. I do love shooting hoops once in a great while and riding my bike, and I've been told that I have a great throwing arm when it comes to hurling fastballs or perfect spirals with the football (well, okay, maybe that's overdoing it a little) . . . but trust me, I'd much rather be watching you play. I've pretty much spent all day today bumming it around campus, which wasn't too bad. Guess I just got tired of sitting in front of my computer.

A friend of mine read this grand passage to me last night over the phone that I've been trying to hunt down today at the library, with no such luck. Help!

There's a section in Gates of Fire that got stuck in my mind while I was reading through the last third of the book over dinner : King Xerxes himself is at the battlefield, Thermopylae, and he's got a nice golden throne set up for him above the area where the fighting will take place. The battle hasn't started yet, and the Greeks are jeering at him below. Xerxes bows to them and salutes his own men, then settles down to watch what he thinks will be a quick and tidy slaughter of the defiant Hellenes. (It's anything but. If you've never heard of the Battle of Thermopylae, you should read up on it. Talk about true andreia.) What pomposity.


I get most of my laughs nowadays from blogs. I also read that a lot of other folks get their news from blogs. Which, if you ask me, is somewhat pathetic. But then again, I'm a journalism major, and a lot of times I surf news sites on the Web to get my daily dose of news. Not just the main corporate media sites (that's what I call papers like the NYTimes and WashingtonPost - they may be some of the top papers in the country, but their views tend to be one-sided), but also the alternative publications that're out there. Like this one, for example.

No, I haven't left for the bookstore yet. The day's still young, ya know!


There's just somethin' about libraries and bookstores that really enchant me. Maybe it's the vast assortment of books they have in stock. Maybe it's 'cause they have chairs scattered all over the place, enticing you to sit down for "just a few minutes" (uh huh, sure) and browse through a paperback. At any rate . . . that's what I'll be doing today. Getting lost in the bookstore or the public library. I haven't decided which one's the better choice yet.

05.04.01 >2321

Sunny days are here again . . . and then they're suddenly gone, as if someone had just covered yer eyes. It's amazing to see an Alice-in-Wonderland split in the weather, with the sun shining on one side, and clouds and winds lingering on the other.

Sometimes I feel like I slip into "reporter" mode at the strangest times. I will start asking people questions about serious national issues, if only because I want to hear their opinions. I don't do soul-searching questions, though, unless I'm thinking pretty deeply about something. And trust me, that doesn't happen often enough.


*deep breath* Ohhhhkay, everybody . . . Angelfire seems to have begun munching on my pages for no reason, so I switched to Tripod. I'm still fuming, kinda, so you'll hafta fergive me if I come across as a bit curt right now. But anywho, here's my blog, as short as it is now. Enjoy, whilst I try to fix all the links and make it work like before!