Monday, October 29, 2007

One of the worst weekends ever...

Yeah this is one of those times when I don't really feel like writing a lot so I'm just gonna be quick here.
Family locked out of house
Locksmith can't pick lock
Car breaks down
Amber's drink melts
Car not gonna be fixed till Tuesday
Washing machine breaks (everything seems to break at the same time)
I drive my mom's mustang up to school and some idiot on his phone slams on his brakes for no reason WHEN ITS RAINING! So I obviously slam on my brakes behind him and I of course start to fishtail. Almost lose control. Almost completely spin. In the middle lane. Lucky I wasn't in accident.
Computer deletes all my preferences (but I fixed fault. gah).

I guess I'm lucky I didn't almost die yesterday. Friday night was good. Saturday NIGHT was good. Just all the time around that...I'm lucky lucky lucky. It just seems that everything always hits you at once.

Sunday, October 28, 2007


So last night I went on a date (?). I think it was a date haha. And it was fun. Coffee and talking and nice. And I just wanted to say it here :)

Thursday, October 25, 2007

American Literature - Lisel Mueller

Poets and storytellers
move into the vacancies
Edward Hopper left them.
They settle down in blank spaces,
where the light has been scoured and bleached
skull-white, and nothing grows
except absence. Where something is missing,
or furniture in a room
stripped like a hospital bed
after the patient has died.

Such bereft interiors
are just what they've been looking for,
the writers, who come with their baggage
of dowsing rods and dog-eared books,
their uneasy family photographs,
their lumpy beds, their predilection
for starting fires in empty rooms.
Sometimes I read things and I get the urge to write a novel, or a poem, a song or a story. Anything to express my thoughts. But then I realize that I'm really not good at that. I've been good at that. I'm not really sure what happened, but at some point I lost it. And I miss it. I have all these thoughts and feelings and I can't figure out how to express them. What am I supposed to do?

I don't know anymore.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Spot the Kangaroo

I might go to Australia this summer.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

My great aunt Eloise died today and I am sad. We weren't that close personally, but it's having an effect on the family as a whole. Prayer please.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Some help.

I've been feeling...down. I know I need to get back into The Word. I opened my Bible and I found these verses high lighted and they stuck out. it is.
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by it's own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.
Romans 8:18-21

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall troble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written "For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered." No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:35-39

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:18

So we make it our goal to please him, whether we are at home in the body or away from it.
2 Corinthians 5:9

Watch out for those dogs, those men who do evil, those mutilators of the flesh.
Philippians 3:2

Stand firm.
Shine like stars.
Come near to God and He will come near to you.

I will not tell you how long or short the way will be; only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder.

And as always, the quote that always warms my heart:
Lucy leant her head on the edge of the fighting-top and whispered, "Aslan, Aslan, if ever you loved us at all, send us help now." The darkness did not grow any less, but she began to feel a little - a very little - better...
An albatross...circled three times round the mast and then perched for an instant on the crest of the gilded dragon at the prow... But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, "Courage, dear heart," and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan's.

Chills everytime, I swear...except no I don't because I just read that verse too...

But yes, can't wait for THAT movie.