Just about everyone has left for the indoor track conference in tennessee. All that is left of us is Kelsie, myself, Kendall, Britt, and Andy. (Kendall and Britt are roommates that are also on the guys team but are injured) Andy is a good friend from high school.
So Kelsie and I decided to rent all the gushy love movies we've been wanting to see since it is just us girls here. The rental list went as follows:
The Phantom of the Opera
You've got mail (presently filling my tv screne for the second time)
The Princess Bride (my own movie)
Schindler's List (ok so this isnt exaclt a romance but Kelsie hadn't seen it and it's not exactly something you watch with your friends on any saturday night.)
Phantom of the Opera practically ripped our hearts out of our chests. Kelsie cried just about the whole time :) When the movie was through, we began to psychoanalyze characters that did not even exist. "HES A HUMAN BEING TOO! People back then just didn'y understand physical deformities, it's not his fault, it's biology!!!!"
We were extremely serious, and extremely entertaining I'm sure.
The Princess Bride we have not watched yet, but we have watched You've Got mail and Schindler's list. Somehow, I have found the messages in these two films, and today's mass to all tie together. I know that sounds crazy, as most of them seem not to relate at all. BUT.
I've been focusing lately on living a more courageous life. The book I'm reading by Donald Miller constantly makes declarations about what it really is to live your life, and that we are scared to point to a certain horizon because after we do that, we have something to fail at. This message has constantly been on my mind. And then we watched You've Got Mail, in which a woman who realizes things in life remind her of a book instead of the other way around, decides to change her life. She takes on a true challenge she found hersel much too mild to handle before. Frank, her boyfriend, reassures her with " YOU, are a long reed." I love this saying. Then we watched Schindler's List. I could ramble on forever about all the thoughts I had as I watched that movie for the second time. Mainly, it makes me so grateful to God for being so blessed. He could have so easily placed me back then, belonging to a Jewish family. But my soul is here, and I am blessed daily. Then I went to mass where the priest spoke of Lent as a time of courage and bearing a cross before reaching glory. I have decided to focus more on living for God than myself, more so than I have in a very long time. I've pointed to a horizon, and claimed it as mine. I am living a life that I thought I was too mild for, and it is a relief.
Who would have thought three random things would all produce the same message that I have been looking for!
Also, Oschar Schindler is my favorite historical figure, and a hero of mine. I really want to see his grave someday.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
"Honey you are a rock, upon which I stand"
So I found a book in which I completely relate to the author. Well, I am only on the 50something page, but I LOVE HIM. It's the book Sarah and Sergei suggested, A Million Miles in 1000 Years. Talk about brilliant. It has informed me that I am in charge of my story, and that God does not give or take. He realizes that conflict drives everything, and says stuff like "We think that God is unjust, rather than a master storyteller." And describes people as "poems rising from the mud." I found relief that he went through a stage in college where he was constantly startled by life. In a way where he would just be walking and then think to himself, "Oh my gosh! I am alive and part of life!!!" I think this all the time, and am often told I get overexcited about silly things. Then I feel unjustified and a little on the ridiculous side. But I am realizing that it is so true, that people are so used to the miracle of life that it is normality now. And that is sadness! The author thinks that we might value it a little more if we could remember our birth the way we do a wedding or something. He's such an interesting guy.
Updates, and then bed. I have to get up extra early to hunt down an 80something year old professor. Sounds easy right? Like I should be a step ahead of this one, but it's not! I am doing a yearbook article on this guy purely on the fact that he is AMAZING, and a bit loony. Ok, so he's 80+ right? Well on the first day of all of his classes he makes a grad student follow him into the room, boom box atop their shoulder with Rocky theme song blaring. In front of said grad student is Dr. H.P. Jones, adorned with boxing gloves and a silk robe. He pounces into the classroom, wailing on the air with his fists!! (Mind you, he's on his 5th hip replacement.)
On Halloween (a day he always gives a test on) he makes his grad students wheel a coffin into the room and tell the class that H.P. has died, and there will be no test. Then he pops out of the coffin with the tests, and laughs at his own joke hysterically. Other days he parades down the isles with a prosthetic leg in one hand, hollow and filled with tootsie rolls that he throws at students. The man is one of a kind. But apparently this kind is one that is hard to find, so after updates, I will be going to bed in preparation for my search :)
I had a psychology test today that was way too hard. However, it did ask if a person could ever own too many motorcycles. B) No Way!!
A good friend separated from a darling today, I hope she knows I love her
I miss my family, in a good way
Hannah's extremely entertaining post about Ireland has made me want to live there even more. Oh to be retired.
I made Sam, the world's ugliest dog (LOOK THAT STUFF UP) Corey's background on his computer. He doesn't know yet :)
I am getting a wee bit sick of Modern Warfare. There, I said it ><
I have four articles to write before the week is . YIKES.
The back of my neck burned when I got embarrassed for the first time today.
Corey is growing long hair.
I want a Ford Bronco so bad.
Going to sleep with Animal Collective stuck in my head, the band I'm covering this week. They are new to me, but they are long time poets.
Updates, and then bed. I have to get up extra early to hunt down an 80something year old professor. Sounds easy right? Like I should be a step ahead of this one, but it's not! I am doing a yearbook article on this guy purely on the fact that he is AMAZING, and a bit loony. Ok, so he's 80+ right? Well on the first day of all of his classes he makes a grad student follow him into the room, boom box atop their shoulder with Rocky theme song blaring. In front of said grad student is Dr. H.P. Jones, adorned with boxing gloves and a silk robe. He pounces into the classroom, wailing on the air with his fists!! (Mind you, he's on his 5th hip replacement.)
On Halloween (a day he always gives a test on) he makes his grad students wheel a coffin into the room and tell the class that H.P. has died, and there will be no test. Then he pops out of the coffin with the tests, and laughs at his own joke hysterically. Other days he parades down the isles with a prosthetic leg in one hand, hollow and filled with tootsie rolls that he throws at students. The man is one of a kind. But apparently this kind is one that is hard to find, so after updates, I will be going to bed in preparation for my search :)
I had a psychology test today that was way too hard. However, it did ask if a person could ever own too many motorcycles. B) No Way!!
A good friend separated from a darling today, I hope she knows I love her
I miss my family, in a good way
Hannah's extremely entertaining post about Ireland has made me want to live there even more. Oh to be retired.
I made Sam, the world's ugliest dog (LOOK THAT STUFF UP) Corey's background on his computer. He doesn't know yet :)
I am getting a wee bit sick of Modern Warfare. There, I said it ><
I have four articles to write before the week is . YIKES.
The back of my neck burned when I got embarrassed for the first time today.
Corey is growing long hair.
I want a Ford Bronco so bad.
Going to sleep with Animal Collective stuck in my head, the band I'm covering this week. They are new to me, but they are long time poets.
Monday, February 22, 2010
"The World's A Playground...
and somewhere along the way people forget that."
I seem to be surrounded by entrepenuers of life. I have just bought a book about a man who decided to redirect his life, it's called A Million Years in a Thousand Miles by Donald Miller (suggestion of Sarah and Sergei). So far all I have read is the inside cover and I am already completely inspired. Then I'm watching TV and once again Yes Man is on. What is it with this movie and inspiring me?? It's a good movie, but it's no Amelie. Lead girl says to lead man " The world's a playround! Somewhere along the way peope forget that." It's so true. What is life if you are not having fun??!
However, the must wait. I have a test tomorrow AGAIN. Don't these teachers know that this college??? What's with all the tests??! ForPete's sake, I thought I was goining to be able to look back on today twenty years from now and say, "THOSE WERE MY GLORY DAYS!!! and till still have those legs..." How am i supposed to do that if all I do is study?! Sheesh, college, what a waist of time ;D
I was in books a million buying A Million Miles, and the girl at the register was so pumped about everything! She saw my shirt and was trying to guess where it was from because she "LOVED IT!" After I told her it was an unfair test because the shirt was from Baton Rouge, she told me about her boyfriend moving there, forever twenty one, and feather brains. She was great! Hoorah for human connection.
I am most disappointed about the whether. I say "whether" because it has NO idea whether it wants to be sunny or extremely gloomy. Twey so days ago it was hot and the sun was blazing! And now what? They say it is going to snow.
In the mean time, I'm headed to dinner. Off to have fun :)
I seem to be surrounded by entrepenuers of life. I have just bought a book about a man who decided to redirect his life, it's called A Million Years in a Thousand Miles by Donald Miller (suggestion of Sarah and Sergei). So far all I have read is the inside cover and I am already completely inspired. Then I'm watching TV and once again Yes Man is on. What is it with this movie and inspiring me?? It's a good movie, but it's no Amelie. Lead girl says to lead man " The world's a playround! Somewhere along the way peope forget that." It's so true. What is life if you are not having fun??!
However, the must wait. I have a test tomorrow AGAIN. Don't these teachers know that this college??? What's with all the tests??! ForPete's sake, I thought I was goining to be able to look back on today twenty years from now and say, "THOSE WERE MY GLORY DAYS!!! and till still have those legs..." How am i supposed to do that if all I do is study?! Sheesh, college, what a waist of time ;D
I was in books a million buying A Million Miles, and the girl at the register was so pumped about everything! She saw my shirt and was trying to guess where it was from because she "LOVED IT!" After I told her it was an unfair test because the shirt was from Baton Rouge, she told me about her boyfriend moving there, forever twenty one, and feather brains. She was great! Hoorah for human connection.
I am most disappointed about the whether. I say "whether" because it has NO idea whether it wants to be sunny or extremely gloomy. Twey so days ago it was hot and the sun was blazing! And now what? They say it is going to snow.
In the mean time, I'm headed to dinner. Off to have fun :)
Sunday, February 21, 2010
From My Heart Flow
So the twinkle lights I've got hanging in my room reflecting in my black tv screen look like stars in the sky. Cool :)
I had a really insignificant day (except that whole being alive thing). I babysat a friends puppy while doing loads and loads of laundry at his house. This may sound quite simple, but the day took a turn for the worst when the puppy decided to have the most potent diarrhea I've ever experienced. Poor dog :( But she didn't seem to mind much; it was Kelsie, Corey, and I that bore the brunt of it. When we drove back to the dorm it was night, and the rain brought with it a cool fog that clung to the bayou waters. It was beautiful.
So I saw Shutter Island. I LOVED IT. Well, most of it that is. The ending I was not fond of, but the rest of the movie was SO SO good that an anticlimactic ending was worth it!!!! And who knows, maybe I'm wrong and the ending is awesome!
I am craving a toffee coffee shake...
gone for fifteen minutes...
corey took me to get one!!! He is so great :)
Craving satisfied, I am now being forced to watch The Sweetest Thing, probably the stupidest movie I've ever seen. It has women in the bathroom feeling each other's breasts for perfectly scientific reasons. Way too much witty banter with extremely bad acting. Oh well, if Cameron Diaz is my biggest problem, I'm doin alright ^^
I had a really insignificant day (except that whole being alive thing). I babysat a friends puppy while doing loads and loads of laundry at his house. This may sound quite simple, but the day took a turn for the worst when the puppy decided to have the most potent diarrhea I've ever experienced. Poor dog :( But she didn't seem to mind much; it was Kelsie, Corey, and I that bore the brunt of it. When we drove back to the dorm it was night, and the rain brought with it a cool fog that clung to the bayou waters. It was beautiful.
So I saw Shutter Island. I LOVED IT. Well, most of it that is. The ending I was not fond of, but the rest of the movie was SO SO good that an anticlimactic ending was worth it!!!! And who knows, maybe I'm wrong and the ending is awesome!
I am craving a toffee coffee shake...
gone for fifteen minutes...
corey took me to get one!!! He is so great :)
Craving satisfied, I am now being forced to watch The Sweetest Thing, probably the stupidest movie I've ever seen. It has women in the bathroom feeling each other's breasts for perfectly scientific reasons. Way too much witty banter with extremely bad acting. Oh well, if Cameron Diaz is my biggest problem, I'm doin alright ^^
Friday, February 19, 2010
wiggity wiggity
It's been an interesting few days since I've been back to school. There was a moment today when I thought it was Tuesday due to our wacked Mardi Gras schedule. When I realized it was Friday, lets just say i basked in the glow that was the upcoming weekend. Or maybe it was the sun which has finally decided to shine.
Last night was a great night. Although I had two huge tests to study for, the Olympics were what were on my mind. In a panic, Kelsie (roommie :) and I flipped through the channels thinking we were missing the greatest thing since sliced bread, male's figure skating. When we realized it wasn't on till nine, I decided to pop down to the Starbucks which is right next to my dorm. ( note: this is EXTREMELY unfair to my budget.) But when I arrived, I found that more than just hours of nonsensical macro-evolution awaited me. Instead I found HUMANITY!! It was so great!!
Ok, so sitting across from me was this man. He had a huge poster board, glittery stickers, markers , potted tulips, and about four different valentines day cards spread all over the place. Realize that this was the 17th. The poor man sat there for quite a while, huffing and puffing as he examined his poster at all sorts of angles. I guess he was hoping this would make something magically appear. Finally he had it! ...Happy Valentines Day in huge letters. It was cute :) the Y on the 'Happy; had this shaky little wave of a tail that went all along the edge of the poster. Men are cute :) Then his phone rang. "Hello? Hey baby. Wait, you almost here? Nah nah that's fine! Where am I? I had to run out fo a minute, I'll be...I had to run out. Just out. It's fine baby I just... I'll be home soon. Hey, I love you. " I gave a bit of a giggle at his situation. He shot a glance at me and then told his lady on the other line. " See now this girl is laughin at me! I be lookin like a fool for you! But hey hey, I love you!" He smiled at me, completely aware of how taken he was. Then three women walked in who must have known him. They started picking up the cards and reading them, and he explained that it took him an hour and he still couldn't decide so he ditched the fifth card that said "I would die without you," and just bought four. Then one of the girls asked what he would do if she did not take him back. Eyes on my notecards, I turned an ear towards them. He let out a sigh and said he honestly did not know what he would do without her. It was so sincere! They left, and an hour later he was satisfied with his poster, and got up to leave. He looked at me one last time. I decided to be brave and "challengerish" and told him good luck. He smiled wide and walked out the door, confident.
I realized what time it was and raced back to the dorm in time to catch the end of women's half pipe and then, MENS FIGURE SKATING LONG PROGRAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND EVAN WON THE GOLD! HE HAS WON THE GOLD! THE AMERICAN HAS WON!!!! Heh, sorry, I'm still not over it. Plechenko got sliver, everything in the universe is as it should be :)
Today was ok, my tests were anything but easy, but I think I did alright. What was really awesome is that I turned in my article for the newspaper about the music of this year. It was my first time ever writing an article like this so I was nervous and had NO idea what to do. But my boss loved it!!!! This was the first time he didn't make any kind of corrections to anything I did. I was SO complimented, because he is an amazing boss, and therefore very thorough. Then he asked me if I wanted to be a part of the Freestyle team, and do a music review once a week on an album!!! I am so pumped!!!!! It's like being promoted. No more stories about budget cuts, ULM lubrarians writing children's books, etc etc. I finally feel like a WRITER. Ooooodellally Ooooodellaly (fortune tellers, lucky charms!)
I am arguing with Andy about the hilarity of Monty Python. I win, whether or not he agrees with me, because it's simply fact :0
have to go, seeing Shutter Island yayyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!11
Last night was a great night. Although I had two huge tests to study for, the Olympics were what were on my mind. In a panic, Kelsie (roommie :) and I flipped through the channels thinking we were missing the greatest thing since sliced bread, male's figure skating. When we realized it wasn't on till nine, I decided to pop down to the Starbucks which is right next to my dorm. ( note: this is EXTREMELY unfair to my budget.) But when I arrived, I found that more than just hours of nonsensical macro-evolution awaited me. Instead I found HUMANITY!! It was so great!!
Ok, so sitting across from me was this man. He had a huge poster board, glittery stickers, markers , potted tulips, and about four different valentines day cards spread all over the place. Realize that this was the 17th. The poor man sat there for quite a while, huffing and puffing as he examined his poster at all sorts of angles. I guess he was hoping this would make something magically appear. Finally he had it! ...Happy Valentines Day in huge letters. It was cute :) the Y on the 'Happy; had this shaky little wave of a tail that went all along the edge of the poster. Men are cute :) Then his phone rang. "Hello? Hey baby. Wait, you almost here? Nah nah that's fine! Where am I? I had to run out fo a minute, I'll be...I had to run out. Just out. It's fine baby I just... I'll be home soon. Hey, I love you. " I gave a bit of a giggle at his situation. He shot a glance at me and then told his lady on the other line. " See now this girl is laughin at me! I be lookin like a fool for you! But hey hey, I love you!" He smiled at me, completely aware of how taken he was. Then three women walked in who must have known him. They started picking up the cards and reading them, and he explained that it took him an hour and he still couldn't decide so he ditched the fifth card that said "I would die without you," and just bought four. Then one of the girls asked what he would do if she did not take him back. Eyes on my notecards, I turned an ear towards them. He let out a sigh and said he honestly did not know what he would do without her. It was so sincere! They left, and an hour later he was satisfied with his poster, and got up to leave. He looked at me one last time. I decided to be brave and "challengerish" and told him good luck. He smiled wide and walked out the door, confident.
I realized what time it was and raced back to the dorm in time to catch the end of women's half pipe and then, MENS FIGURE SKATING LONG PROGRAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND EVAN WON THE GOLD! HE HAS WON THE GOLD! THE AMERICAN HAS WON!!!! Heh, sorry, I'm still not over it. Plechenko got sliver, everything in the universe is as it should be :)
Today was ok, my tests were anything but easy, but I think I did alright. What was really awesome is that I turned in my article for the newspaper about the music of this year. It was my first time ever writing an article like this so I was nervous and had NO idea what to do. But my boss loved it!!!! This was the first time he didn't make any kind of corrections to anything I did. I was SO complimented, because he is an amazing boss, and therefore very thorough. Then he asked me if I wanted to be a part of the Freestyle team, and do a music review once a week on an album!!! I am so pumped!!!!! It's like being promoted. No more stories about budget cuts, ULM lubrarians writing children's books, etc etc. I finally feel like a WRITER. Ooooodellally Ooooodellaly (fortune tellers, lucky charms!)
I am arguing with Andy about the hilarity of Monty Python. I win, whether or not he agrees with me, because it's simply fact :0
have to go, seeing Shutter Island yayyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!11
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Ashes.
Corey, Kelsie, myself, Denise, and Moses (track team) just got back from Mass. Ash Wednesday has got to be one of my favorite services. The whole messages is such a beautiful one, the ashes such a beautiful symbol of forgiveness. I feel so at peace, even if it is 9:00 and I have much to do!
My trip home was a blast!!! I took the long way round to Jackson to stop in and see Sarah and Sergei. Well, I of course got lost, making the exact wrong turn that I did a month ago during a similar fiasco. With my phone on low battery I rang Sergei, who so splendidly led me back to Belhaven after about an hours worth of "uhhhhhh, turn around," and "you're on what street??! How did you get all the way down there?!" It was quite an adventure :)
When i finally got to his house, Sarah had just left for a Mary Kay party and would be back in an hour or so. Sarah, I love you to death, but man did me and Sergei have fun!!!! I love him more and more each time we hang out, as we cooked, played Mario on the Wii, and had deep psychological conversations on why marriages fail and the problem with most young couples. It was a blast. Then Sarah and Mark joined us!!! Talk about a steroid shot to my SOUL. It's amazing what turning around to see her walking through the door can do to me. Mmmmmmmmmmm family :)
After a much too short but much needed visit, I hit the road again. Three hours later I rolled into my driveway, gas light a blazin. Proceeded to have a wonderful week at home! Sure the whole trip was great, but my favorite part was probably hanging out with Taylor all day, especially with Gran and Grandad. I love seeing them with children, it shows me how much they must have doted on me as a kid. Grandad of course provided me with the funniest quote for my blog (unintenionally :)
Taylor was in the back playing games on the computer, and her Hannah Montana website could be heard in the kitchen. Grandad sat at the kitchen table, elbows spread on the table, a ham sandwich resting in his hands.
"What's all that music?"
"That's Taylor's Hannah Montana stuff"
"Oh yeah, that uh, uh, Miley Cypress girl!"
I could have died :) He is so pleasant. Now I'm sitting at my desk, watching the Olympic half pipe event, patiently waiting for Sean White!!!
Which reminds me...
I am unhealthily addicted to men's figure skating. I know, they are kind of creepy with their feathers and pink tassels, but I just can't help myself! My greatest fascination Evgeni Plushenko. He won gold at the last Olympics. At first, mom and I had prematurely decided we did not like him. He looked mean, he never smiled, and he was much, much, too serious. We did not like him....then they did the segment where they interview him at home. First words out of his mouth "Many people do not like me."
IMMEDIATE GUILT TRIP.
Ten minutes later, he was mean, he was quite. He never smiled because he was tragic. And he wasn't serious, he was an artist who was dedicated to his art. His face has that same appeal that Adrian Brody's does, like he is always on the verge on tears. I think my first son's name is going to be Plushenko.
Peace!
My trip home was a blast!!! I took the long way round to Jackson to stop in and see Sarah and Sergei. Well, I of course got lost, making the exact wrong turn that I did a month ago during a similar fiasco. With my phone on low battery I rang Sergei, who so splendidly led me back to Belhaven after about an hours worth of "uhhhhhh, turn around," and "you're on what street??! How did you get all the way down there?!" It was quite an adventure :)
When i finally got to his house, Sarah had just left for a Mary Kay party and would be back in an hour or so. Sarah, I love you to death, but man did me and Sergei have fun!!!! I love him more and more each time we hang out, as we cooked, played Mario on the Wii, and had deep psychological conversations on why marriages fail and the problem with most young couples. It was a blast. Then Sarah and Mark joined us!!! Talk about a steroid shot to my SOUL. It's amazing what turning around to see her walking through the door can do to me. Mmmmmmmmmmm family :)
After a much too short but much needed visit, I hit the road again. Three hours later I rolled into my driveway, gas light a blazin. Proceeded to have a wonderful week at home! Sure the whole trip was great, but my favorite part was probably hanging out with Taylor all day, especially with Gran and Grandad. I love seeing them with children, it shows me how much they must have doted on me as a kid. Grandad of course provided me with the funniest quote for my blog (unintenionally :)
Taylor was in the back playing games on the computer, and her Hannah Montana website could be heard in the kitchen. Grandad sat at the kitchen table, elbows spread on the table, a ham sandwich resting in his hands.
"What's all that music?"
"That's Taylor's Hannah Montana stuff"
"Oh yeah, that uh, uh, Miley Cypress girl!"
I could have died :) He is so pleasant. Now I'm sitting at my desk, watching the Olympic half pipe event, patiently waiting for Sean White!!!
Which reminds me...
I am unhealthily addicted to men's figure skating. I know, they are kind of creepy with their feathers and pink tassels, but I just can't help myself! My greatest fascination Evgeni Plushenko. He won gold at the last Olympics. At first, mom and I had prematurely decided we did not like him. He looked mean, he never smiled, and he was much, much, too serious. We did not like him....then they did the segment where they interview him at home. First words out of his mouth "Many people do not like me."
IMMEDIATE GUILT TRIP.
Ten minutes later, he was mean, he was quite. He never smiled because he was tragic. And he wasn't serious, he was an artist who was dedicated to his art. His face has that same appeal that Adrian Brody's does, like he is always on the verge on tears. I think my first son's name is going to be Plushenko.
Peace!
Monday, February 15, 2010
"The snap of a few sparks, a quick whiff of ozone, and the lamp blazed forth in unparalleled glory. "
Vampire Weekend, Olympics, my home, and facebook chat with Corey. I hope this is what they mean when they say "thats just life."
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So My mom got Mr. Kenny the a much smaller version of the leg lamp from A Christmas Story one year for his birthday. i forget how awesome it is :)
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It has been SO nice being at home! I was trying to explain to mom how releaving it was just to walk around. Like, I dont have to face North while making coffee, turn to face South and practically be sitting on the toilet. Its funny how the soul can get squished. A squishy soul. Now thats a funny sounding thing...
Tomorrow I may muster up the strength to go run at like 6 a.m. YIKES. I haven't had to do that in like two months.
Then I am going to pick up Taylor (Valencia's........dad's gf......daughter) and am taking her to Gran and Grandad's and then to the mall with mom. Marc Antony (my mac) is coming along for a check up. He won't start :(:(:( poor darling. He withstood many a battle, but alas, cookies were his demise.
Wow. Corey just changed my profile picture to an autistic man in a superman costume. Is that really the image i give? oh my oh my....
So mom and I were watching highlights of the saints game the other day, except they were playing the miked sound bites of the players talking. First off, Scott Fujita was always cool, but now he is TOP NOTCH COOL!!!! He is like a little boy, running up to Payton Manning and asking him to throw him a few, then running back to Sharper like a little boy laughing, "dude, dude, guess what i just said to Payton!" He is the most excited player I've ever seen. ( OK, so it was the Super Bowl but still!!) Secondly, the clip where Sean Peyton and Brees finally find each other amid the chaos is INCREDIBLE. That moment was an imbodiment of a whole seasons worth of why we love this team so much.
I tried to find it on the internet but couldn't. It went like this: (I'll do it as much justice as I can)
Drew: Hey coach!!!
Sean: THERE YOU ARE!!!!
(full force embrace, reamin so)
Sean: I LOVE YOU!!!
Drew: I LOVE YOU!!
( Big manly kisses on each others cheeks followed by huge smiles :)
Sean: YOU DID IT!
Drew: WE DID IT!!
The segment ended with some camera man's footage down on the feild during the celebration. Saints professed their appreciation for the city and the fans, thanked God, and played in the confetti with their children. It was beautiful. They were brothers, and we were their family. They finished with the now infamous shot of Brees holding his head phone strewed baby, teary eyed, while the baby's tiny outstretched hand grabbed at confetti. His wife smiling beautifully beside him. I took one look at mom, both of our eyes were all welled up with tears. It was hilarious, moving, deep. We laughed at ourselves, but a good bit of it was from sheer happiness. The Saints have WON THE SUPER BOWL. A city is triumphant, the good guy has won.(Not that I don't love Manning, I really do.) But he's already got one! God is just so good; it's amazing to STILL feel the victory in my bones :)
It's so amazing that Vampire Weekend can lift my soul so much. Its 11;30, I'm tired, being naggeed by people on facebook chat now that Corey has gone to bed, and yet, I'm so pumped about life!! I guess thats just what Vampire Weekend exists to do, get you hyped to be alive :)
I'm writing an article for the paper on them, and other various artists. it's been a real eye opener to how much music affects the human population. It's got to be one of the oldest artifacts ever. I think it's my favorite artifact, other than that huge pit of asian soldier statues, those guys were pretty awesome...
goodnight moon :)
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So My mom got Mr. Kenny the a much smaller version of the leg lamp from A Christmas Story one year for his birthday. i forget how awesome it is :)
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It has been SO nice being at home! I was trying to explain to mom how releaving it was just to walk around. Like, I dont have to face North while making coffee, turn to face South and practically be sitting on the toilet. Its funny how the soul can get squished. A squishy soul. Now thats a funny sounding thing...
Tomorrow I may muster up the strength to go run at like 6 a.m. YIKES. I haven't had to do that in like two months.
Then I am going to pick up Taylor (Valencia's........dad's gf......daughter) and am taking her to Gran and Grandad's and then to the mall with mom. Marc Antony (my mac) is coming along for a check up. He won't start :(:(:( poor darling. He withstood many a battle, but alas, cookies were his demise.
Wow. Corey just changed my profile picture to an autistic man in a superman costume. Is that really the image i give? oh my oh my....
So mom and I were watching highlights of the saints game the other day, except they were playing the miked sound bites of the players talking. First off, Scott Fujita was always cool, but now he is TOP NOTCH COOL!!!! He is like a little boy, running up to Payton Manning and asking him to throw him a few, then running back to Sharper like a little boy laughing, "dude, dude, guess what i just said to Payton!" He is the most excited player I've ever seen. ( OK, so it was the Super Bowl but still!!) Secondly, the clip where Sean Peyton and Brees finally find each other amid the chaos is INCREDIBLE. That moment was an imbodiment of a whole seasons worth of why we love this team so much.
I tried to find it on the internet but couldn't. It went like this: (I'll do it as much justice as I can)
Drew: Hey coach!!!
Sean: THERE YOU ARE!!!!
(full force embrace, reamin so)
Sean: I LOVE YOU!!!
Drew: I LOVE YOU!!
( Big manly kisses on each others cheeks followed by huge smiles :)
Sean: YOU DID IT!
Drew: WE DID IT!!
The segment ended with some camera man's footage down on the feild during the celebration. Saints professed their appreciation for the city and the fans, thanked God, and played in the confetti with their children. It was beautiful. They were brothers, and we were their family. They finished with the now infamous shot of Brees holding his head phone strewed baby, teary eyed, while the baby's tiny outstretched hand grabbed at confetti. His wife smiling beautifully beside him. I took one look at mom, both of our eyes were all welled up with tears. It was hilarious, moving, deep. We laughed at ourselves, but a good bit of it was from sheer happiness. The Saints have WON THE SUPER BOWL. A city is triumphant, the good guy has won.(Not that I don't love Manning, I really do.) But he's already got one! God is just so good; it's amazing to STILL feel the victory in my bones :)
It's so amazing that Vampire Weekend can lift my soul so much. Its 11;30, I'm tired, being naggeed by people on facebook chat now that Corey has gone to bed, and yet, I'm so pumped about life!! I guess thats just what Vampire Weekend exists to do, get you hyped to be alive :)
I'm writing an article for the paper on them, and other various artists. it's been a real eye opener to how much music affects the human population. It's got to be one of the oldest artifacts ever. I think it's my favorite artifact, other than that huge pit of asian soldier statues, those guys were pretty awesome...
goodnight moon :)
Friday, February 12, 2010
This man is incredible
I was perched outside in the pouring rain
tryin to make myself a sail
and I'll float to you my darling
with the evening on my tail
~
Sit beside you in school
While we paint I make you laugh
Mine was never very good
Yours looked exactly like a photograph
Looks like im growin
I'm growin up beside you.
and the sun sets the scene
while the rain misses me
and all the time ill be growin
growin up beside you
~
Work my days for you, cause I love you
Girl, I don't want you
I need you
and I can't see no other way.
Darlin', I work my days for you, cause I love you
Girl, I don't want you
I need you
and I can't see no other way
Quickest pick me up when you are feeling down, or self sorry. Why i love Paolo Nutini.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSnrf3Q9kh0
!oh best of all, i got my baaaaaaaaaaaabyy! :)
tryin to make myself a sail
and I'll float to you my darling
with the evening on my tail
~
Sit beside you in school
While we paint I make you laugh
Mine was never very good
Yours looked exactly like a photograph
Looks like im growin
I'm growin up beside you.
and the sun sets the scene
while the rain misses me
and all the time ill be growin
growin up beside you
~
Work my days for you, cause I love you
Girl, I don't want you
I need you
and I can't see no other way.
Darlin', I work my days for you, cause I love you
Girl, I don't want you
I need you
and I can't see no other way
Quickest pick me up when you are feeling down, or self sorry. Why i love Paolo Nutini.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSnrf3Q9kh0
!oh best of all, i got my baaaaaaaaaaaabyy! :)
Escapees: The Lot of Us
So Corey and I were driving about today, looking at all the melting snow, and i saw one *the* funniest things in a good while. There, outside the old folks home, were two snow men. Well, a snow man and a lady really. But instead of your typical uprights three section icebergs, they were done up like old people! One (the lady) was sitting in a wheelchair-contribution of the home i suppose. the other was an old man with a cane, and a slightly humped back. I found this extremely hilarious, even though it was a bit of a mockery, and maybe even a little politically incorrect o.O
But then i had a thought. What if they really were two old people, escapees for that matter!!! Lovers on the run, well, more like on the roll and hobble. And then the snow was coming down so fast, and they were moving so slow that they got covered and are still stuck there!
How awful. I feel compelled to go and check.
All around, it has been a wondrous day. With school canceled, and two murderous tests postponed, i am GIDDY. Not much happened today to deserve such a great mood, I am just alive! And i finallyyyyyyyy found a second artist to go in my article, thanks to Hannah's AMAZING website. Andrew Bird has made the cut, and boy does he deserve it! My list has boiled down to a final Paolo Nutini, Vampire Weekend, and Andrew Bird. Muse gets honorable mention simply because even the mediocrity of this album they remain incredible musicians. Another great happening of today was Corey and I finishing Lars and the Real Girl. It was precious, and the faith you develop in every character is so refreshing :)
I think what has me the most excited is that I too, an am escapee. Well, as of tomorrow morning that is. I AM GOING TO BATON ROUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wooohoooo! i have five days to spend there, and golly gee am i excited. It feels like ages since I've been home. Probably just because my family is that awesome, making them that easy to miss.
*Drat. I have just made a steaming bowl of ramen noodles and have managed to loose the seasonings. They are NOWHERE to be found! Disappointment-extreme.*
I think i might put the article I write for the paper on here, just because I feel like those guys deserve all the notice they can get.
Sorry if this here post wasn't quite as interesting; I'm trying to become more inspired in order to begin my article. It's not working, obviously. I will just have to put on Paolo's "No Other Way." Even in the darkest of hours that song can move the soul a mile.
But then i had a thought. What if they really were two old people, escapees for that matter!!! Lovers on the run, well, more like on the roll and hobble. And then the snow was coming down so fast, and they were moving so slow that they got covered and are still stuck there!
How awful. I feel compelled to go and check.
All around, it has been a wondrous day. With school canceled, and two murderous tests postponed, i am GIDDY. Not much happened today to deserve such a great mood, I am just alive! And i finallyyyyyyyy found a second artist to go in my article, thanks to Hannah's AMAZING website. Andrew Bird has made the cut, and boy does he deserve it! My list has boiled down to a final Paolo Nutini, Vampire Weekend, and Andrew Bird. Muse gets honorable mention simply because even the mediocrity of this album they remain incredible musicians. Another great happening of today was Corey and I finishing Lars and the Real Girl. It was precious, and the faith you develop in every character is so refreshing :)
I think what has me the most excited is that I too, an am escapee. Well, as of tomorrow morning that is. I AM GOING TO BATON ROUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wooohoooo! i have five days to spend there, and golly gee am i excited. It feels like ages since I've been home. Probably just because my family is that awesome, making them that easy to miss.
*Drat. I have just made a steaming bowl of ramen noodles and have managed to loose the seasonings. They are NOWHERE to be found! Disappointment-extreme.*
I think i might put the article I write for the paper on here, just because I feel like those guys deserve all the notice they can get.
Sorry if this here post wasn't quite as interesting; I'm trying to become more inspired in order to begin my article. It's not working, obviously. I will just have to put on Paolo's "No Other Way." Even in the darkest of hours that song can move the soul a mile.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Around The Well
iron and wine's newest^
~and boy with a coin is it good~
i work for the newspaper. did i tell you that? i do. its a new job, and one that constantly has my nerves in a tangle. But I have finally been assigned a piece that won't reflect too much on how little i know of the world. Best albums released during 2009-2010.
can i get an amen????
This is so awesome!!!! I'm sticking with indie and folk music mainly, and so far the research has been most pleasant :)
Today is good now. It got off to a rocky start however.
*advice* Walmart has chai tea latte mix that is only four dollars for eight of them. Buy this. Save money, along with your soul from the evil cooperation that is Starbucks. I lecture, but man do they get me with their modern art and fancy flavors.
ANYWAYS, the day looked good around 8:00. I had showered and was proceeding to put on a very comfy tshirt and jeans. then it happened. CAAPOW, Collette's hand (that i do not claim responsibility for, as my body has a mind of its own) swats an entire thermos of scalding walmart latte all over the vanity. Gush Gush Gush, it came out in waves like the thermos was vomiting or something. (It and I are not on good terms, along with the hand.) My bobby pins still smell like chai, which is fine by me i guess.
So the game plan was to sacrifice my bath towel for the greater good, and rush off to class.
I skipped art today; for some reason the two and a half our class seemed to be surrounded by a magnetic field that did not compliment me, and i was immediately repelled all the way back to Commons 1. My dorm.
I now sit at Coreys computer, fresh out of bio lab. I am listening to Iron and Wine's new album, which makes me feel like i am actually sitting on their record as it spins. Amazing. The faint cries of Corey's Modern Warfare echo in the background, and this room actually feels like home. Amazing that after 18 years in one city, it took only two years for North Louisiana to start feeling homey. I guess they have been a pretty detrimental two years. And filled with good people at that.
i guess its time for that amen i asked for...
Amen, signs body, and exits.
~and boy with a coin is it good~
i work for the newspaper. did i tell you that? i do. its a new job, and one that constantly has my nerves in a tangle. But I have finally been assigned a piece that won't reflect too much on how little i know of the world. Best albums released during 2009-2010.
can i get an amen????
This is so awesome!!!! I'm sticking with indie and folk music mainly, and so far the research has been most pleasant :)
Today is good now. It got off to a rocky start however.
*advice* Walmart has chai tea latte mix that is only four dollars for eight of them. Buy this. Save money, along with your soul from the evil cooperation that is Starbucks. I lecture, but man do they get me with their modern art and fancy flavors.
ANYWAYS, the day looked good around 8:00. I had showered and was proceeding to put on a very comfy tshirt and jeans. then it happened. CAAPOW, Collette's hand (that i do not claim responsibility for, as my body has a mind of its own) swats an entire thermos of scalding walmart latte all over the vanity. Gush Gush Gush, it came out in waves like the thermos was vomiting or something. (It and I are not on good terms, along with the hand.) My bobby pins still smell like chai, which is fine by me i guess.
So the game plan was to sacrifice my bath towel for the greater good, and rush off to class.
I skipped art today; for some reason the two and a half our class seemed to be surrounded by a magnetic field that did not compliment me, and i was immediately repelled all the way back to Commons 1. My dorm.
I now sit at Coreys computer, fresh out of bio lab. I am listening to Iron and Wine's new album, which makes me feel like i am actually sitting on their record as it spins. Amazing. The faint cries of Corey's Modern Warfare echo in the background, and this room actually feels like home. Amazing that after 18 years in one city, it took only two years for North Louisiana to start feeling homey. I guess they have been a pretty detrimental two years. And filled with good people at that.
i guess its time for that amen i asked for...
Amen, signs body, and exits.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
procrastination at its best ;P
So i have this once a week class on Tuesday nights, and i LOVE it. Can you imagine what kind of a professor it would take to make kids WANT to go to class on a Tuesday night?? A pretty awesome one to say the least. Imagine what would happen if Nick Ducote drank even more coffee than he does and drove a motorcycle. That would be Dr. Bramstedt :)
*If you dont know Nick Ducote, im sorry for both the confusion and your missing out*
Bramstedt can usually be found propped outside the psych building, surrounded by students (most of them have their name followed by his last scribbled in their notebooks.) He is probably smoking his pipe before his hobbles off to class (motorcycle accident that has not deterred him.) He has an untamed fohawk, black rimmed glasses, sideburns, and a questionable sense of humor.
The point is, this man is such an amazing professor! He sits a top his lap top cart, and rambles about girlfriends who have beat him up, Romanians, and the occasional psychological fact. if youre real luck, you'll get to be a witness to his infant imitations :)
I always come out of that class room with my head whirling. So many facts that are enlightening and disturbing. Did you know that 98%+ women in the porn industry were sexually molested as children? Awful isn't it. But the class is filled with laughter, as he usually cracks some politically incorrect joke, followed by the mutterings that he will probably be fired tomorrow.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that the man makes me want to be a psychologist. There was a moment today when i was questioning my whole purpose, God's plan for me, and my major (yes, one of those moments.) My conclusion?? I needed to become an English Professor and inspire the cobwebbed minds of the coming generation of illiterate children. But Bramstedt was a quick reminder of where I want to be in the world, and what I want to be doing for it. I cannot wait! to get my degree. There are so many marriages that fail, marriages between good people. It is incredible to know the psychology of marital issues, and how so small an adjustment can make or break a covenant. It hurts me to think of the divorce rate in this country. Worse yet, it hurts me to think of the neglect marriage gets. Marriage gets put on the back burner while things like moving in together and whether or not to get a dog take presidence.
wow. that was my first true rant...i feel like such a blogger :)
well, there is a huge stack of blank note cards starring at me, telling me in my mothers tone of voice, "Seline, do your studies."
i go.
*If you dont know Nick Ducote, im sorry for both the confusion and your missing out*
Bramstedt can usually be found propped outside the psych building, surrounded by students (most of them have their name followed by his last scribbled in their notebooks.) He is probably smoking his pipe before his hobbles off to class (motorcycle accident that has not deterred him.) He has an untamed fohawk, black rimmed glasses, sideburns, and a questionable sense of humor.
The point is, this man is such an amazing professor! He sits a top his lap top cart, and rambles about girlfriends who have beat him up, Romanians, and the occasional psychological fact. if youre real luck, you'll get to be a witness to his infant imitations :)
I always come out of that class room with my head whirling. So many facts that are enlightening and disturbing. Did you know that 98%+ women in the porn industry were sexually molested as children? Awful isn't it. But the class is filled with laughter, as he usually cracks some politically incorrect joke, followed by the mutterings that he will probably be fired tomorrow.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that the man makes me want to be a psychologist. There was a moment today when i was questioning my whole purpose, God's plan for me, and my major (yes, one of those moments.) My conclusion?? I needed to become an English Professor and inspire the cobwebbed minds of the coming generation of illiterate children. But Bramstedt was a quick reminder of where I want to be in the world, and what I want to be doing for it. I cannot wait! to get my degree. There are so many marriages that fail, marriages between good people. It is incredible to know the psychology of marital issues, and how so small an adjustment can make or break a covenant. It hurts me to think of the divorce rate in this country. Worse yet, it hurts me to think of the neglect marriage gets. Marriage gets put on the back burner while things like moving in together and whether or not to get a dog take presidence.
wow. that was my first true rant...i feel like such a blogger :)
well, there is a huge stack of blank note cards starring at me, telling me in my mothers tone of voice, "Seline, do your studies."
i go.
Friday, February 5, 2010
As i sat in my room watching The Glass House (a movie with way too much blue lighting and not enough true suspense) I realized...I might go insane from bordom. Just about the only people i know on campus have loaded onto a charter bus and driven off 12 hours to texas tech. And after hours of brooding in my dorm room by myself ive come to one conclusion...
leelee sobieski irks me to my very core.
More importantly, ive finished I Capture the Castle, compliments of Hannah :)
Granted I've only been finished for about five minutes now, it's steadily becoming my favorite book.
and now, as my chest swells up with all the feminine emotions that this book sends into surge, i feel a bit like Cassandra, stuck in Belmonte Tower with nothing to do but write about herself as vainlessly as possible. There has always been something strangely pleasant about being alone at night, however. Off i go to be content.
leelee sobieski irks me to my very core.
More importantly, ive finished I Capture the Castle, compliments of Hannah :)
Granted I've only been finished for about five minutes now, it's steadily becoming my favorite book.
and now, as my chest swells up with all the feminine emotions that this book sends into surge, i feel a bit like Cassandra, stuck in Belmonte Tower with nothing to do but write about herself as vainlessly as possible. There has always been something strangely pleasant about being alone at night, however. Off i go to be content.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Into The Mystic
so: im new to the blogging world, and to be honest i feel a bit like that kid who is at the party and no one really knows who invited her. but im taking the plunge, hints the title*
reasonings?
1 stick margerine: obviously monroe is bursting with excitement, and EVERYONE is dying to know the latest happenings here ;p
1 cup flour: there are so many people in my life that are true blues. they are just too good to go undocumented :)
1/2 cup sugar: to work on creative writing skills
2 eggs: im trying to form a bond with technology, as of now, we are still oil and water.
2 cans sliced peached: maybe a tinge of self centeredness in thinking that my thoughts are blog worthy, but what the hell.
as to how interesting this blog will be, well um, heh....we'll figure that one out together! heres a brief prologue:
~i am currently going to ulm. if you are like most of the world and have never heard of it, its louisiana at monroe
~most everyone i know here runs track<>
~my roommate is kelsie (she has just managed to lose the same pearl earrings about three times in five minutes :)
~my boyfriend is Corey, and alas so many readers hopes are dashed!! Just kidding...seeing as my mother will probably be the only person who ends up reading this is...anyways hes kind of a nut case but then im a crazy too so what can ya do :)
lo and behold! its 12:40 and im getting up especially early to see the track team off to their texas tech track meet.
set coffee to brew for six am.
good night all :)
reasonings?
1 stick margerine: obviously monroe is bursting with excitement, and EVERYONE is dying to know the latest happenings here ;p
1 cup flour: there are so many people in my life that are true blues. they are just too good to go undocumented :)
1/2 cup sugar: to work on creative writing skills
2 eggs: im trying to form a bond with technology, as of now, we are still oil and water.
2 cans sliced peached: maybe a tinge of self centeredness in thinking that my thoughts are blog worthy, but what the hell.
as to how interesting this blog will be, well um, heh....we'll figure that one out together! heres a brief prologue:
~i am currently going to ulm. if you are like most of the world and have never heard of it, its louisiana at monroe
~most everyone i know here runs track<>
~my roommate is kelsie (she has just managed to lose the same pearl earrings about three times in five minutes :)
~my boyfriend is Corey, and alas so many readers hopes are dashed!! Just kidding...seeing as my mother will probably be the only person who ends up reading this is...anyways hes kind of a nut case but then im a crazy too so what can ya do :)
lo and behold! its 12:40 and im getting up especially early to see the track team off to their texas tech track meet.
set coffee to brew for six am.
good night all :)
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