|Many people, if they really knew all the words to the Star-Spangled Banner, would have our anthem changed to Free to Be You And Me.
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Sights: The Princess Bride,
Gross Pointe Blank, Monty Python, Say Anything
Sounds: Caedmon's Call, Waterdeep, Jump, Little Children, Peter Gabriel, The Flaming Lips,
Neutral Milk Hotel, Old Blind Dogs, The Jeff Greer Band, Jars of Clay, Jason Mraz, Maroon 5,
Seven Nations, Dog's Eye View, Legendary Pink Dots, the Gin Blossoms, Del Amitri, and tons and tons more...
Authors: C.S. Lewis, Melanie Rawn, Douglas Adams, Chuck Palahniuk, Patricia Wrede, John Steinbeck,
and Stephen Lawhead is rapidly climbing the list...
Interests: Music, reading, writing, singing, and generally being far too solitary for my own
Favorite old romance movie: Breakfast At Tiffany's
Favorite smells: Rain, dirt, snow, fresh-cut grass, baby shampoo, mint, garlic, rosemary, basil... pretty much all herbs, and my boyfriend
Favorite holiday: Canada Day
If I was an animal, I'd be a: Penguin. Or kakapo. Some kind of flightless bird.
Marital status: Duh. Spoken for.
I PROUDLY SUPPORT ISRAEL
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Lyrics of the moment
I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
and I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces from the clay
true, it may seem like a stretch but it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away, when I am missing you to death
when you were out there on the road for several weeks of shows and when you scan the radio I hope this song will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great heights, "Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away "Come down now," but we'll stay
I've tried my best to leave this all on your machine, but the persistent beat sounded thin upon listening
that frankly will not fly; you will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down when this is guiding you home
They will see us waving from such great heights"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away"Come down now," but we'll stay...
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
I'm driving home from school, and for just a half of an hour I'm 6 years old at the helm of the Larrymobile, wishing I could turn control over to my mommy so that I can count all the colors of the autumn leaves and give each one of them a name.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Autumn leaves are falling, falling
My darling bloggites, I apologize profusely for being so neglectful of my duties to you! I've realized over the past few weeks how big an eater of souls college is. Yes, it is. But I don't want to complain about that (for the time being, anyway).
The elections are going on behind the scenes, and the polls are as confused as the general populous seems to be about this whole "democracy" idea. I'm still planningto vote for my mother for President. But I don't want to talk politics right now, either.
John's in basic training, and doing well. Being treated like an animal and forced to do pushups sucks no matter what state of physical fitness or mental health you're in, but he's actually coming to enjoy his time there. His instructors seem to like him a lot, and he really likes the guys he's living with. I'm still missing him like crazy, though, and hoping that this time apart does nothing negative to our relationship, though I sincerely doubt it will - after all, he's in the Lounge Force, not the Marines. His letters to me have been precious reminders of how much we mean to each other; my efforts in school and his in basic training have been proof of how dedicated we are to creating stable futures for ourselves as individuals and us as a couple. Dr. Phil says "A strong marriage starts long before the wedding day," and it's something I'm trying to keep in mind. It's just frusterating not being able to talk to him every day, but as so many military wives and girlfriends have done in the past, I'll make do until I get to see him again.
Believe it or not, I, Little Miss Cold Blooded Girl, am loving the autumn. A thought came into my head a few days ago that I think sums it up perfectly: I hate the deadness of winter, and I hate the coming alive of spring, but I love the dying of autumn: The brightness of the dead leaves on the ground and the quiet nights when the crickets feebly wonder whether they should sing tonight or huddle together for warmth; the opening the boxes and drawers of winter clothes, and those old thread-bare sweaters we bought five years ago at that yard sale that we know we should get rid of, if only it wasn't so perfect for those days where the wind is picking up, but the sun is shining just brightly enough for it to be okay to go without a jacket just this once. I'm remembering those trips with the ?Kids raking leaves for the neighbors and jumping into piles chin-high and full of bugs and not caring because I'm with my friends. I'm remembering camping trips when all the girls would huddle together and try to keep warm, and Faith and me starting a fire with dried leaves from the embers of the night before and trying to keep it going all week, crowded around it with mugs of hot cocoa and talking about everything; and those nights where the stars shined on forever and I knew that God would never be closer to me than on that mountain side, sitting by the lake that changed our lives.