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Thursday, 21 August 2008

  • restless.

    Can't tell you the truth
    'least I don't lie about that
    Kind of comfort in you
    comes when you lie right back

    Safe from such a strange point of view
    To hear your own words on you

    How much do you go to be gone
    You are any way the wind blows
    Any way the wind blows in
    Don't wanna come down too low
    Any way the wind blows
    Any way the wind blows in
    Any way the wind blows in

    Same all the creatures we are
    Chasing the pipe dream down
    Love's elusive so far
    Keeps us divided now

    Go, go on and write me love songs
    So I have something to sing when your gone

    How much do you go to be gone
    You are any way the wind blows
    Any way the wind blows in
    Don't wanna come down too low
    Any way the wind blows
    Any way the wind blows in
    Don't wanna come down
    Do you know the way
    To be in one place but sway
    Any way the winds blow in

    You are love
    You are monsters and angels
    Untouched and unseen
    All in one
    I take all that you are
    Cause you're just like me
    But you move and it's hard
    To stay close to a satellite
    So I lose sight of you
    Till you come round again
    I'm watching the wind

    Anyway the winds blow in

    How much do you go to be gone
    You are any way the wind blows
    Any way the wind blows in
    Don't wanna come down too low
    Any way the wind blows
    Any way the wind blows in
    Any way the wind blows in
    Don't wanna come down
    Do you know the way
    To be in one place but stay
    Any way the winds blow in

Saturday, 28 June 2008

  • I would very much like to get some reading in before school starts again. In the past, I was not much of a reader but I have recently regained an intrest. The problem is, I don't know where to start.
    I like things that are more real, more dramatic even. I am not much into Sci-Fi or Fantasy and I really don't like sappy love stories and cheap romantic paperbacks. I am interested in biographies and standards, you know, the type everyone should have at least a brief knowledge of.
    Though I have only read a little, my favourites are The Hiding Place by Corrie  Ten Boom, and The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald(my copy is an old paper back and in pieces. hint hint, birthday, christmas).

    Knowing a few english and literature people are on here, I thought some of you might be able to suggest something.

Friday, 23 May 2008

  • thinking out loud.

    I don't know. Maybe I am just selfish and Godless, but all of this talk about feeding the poor and caring for others above ourselves and being a martyr has got me really down.

    sometimes I feel like I am so conceited and selfish. I know I am judgemental and a know it all, I know this about myself. I really try against it. I think I used to be a very caring and humble person(if it's possible for me to say that about myself...???) But somewhere along the line of my life......what happened? Inside I argue that my very thought and worry that I don't love others enough is in fact saying something about my selflessness, maybe I'm not hateful and self serving as I thought. But then I tell myself, I'm wrong and that it's just a cop out.

    Honestly.
    Honestly, I don't want to worry about the poor and I don't want to be constantly on my toes and thinking of how I can in my mind and heart be putting others before myself. Thinking of that feels like a dark cloud over my head of never being good enough. And while I believe not everyone has the same job, or purpose, that not everyone needs to be burdened for the poor or the forsaken, I feel like I should be more concerned than I am. Like I am wrong and not a true Christ follower if I am not. Then I think of those who know my sister, and know how good and tenderhearted she is and how they must have met me and think I am the bad seed.

    But honestly, I have things that I want to do. Things that I want sooo badly it kills me inside when I think they might not ever happen. I want to spread art and music. Art and music can change people even if they don't realize it. I just want to make one person think outside themselves and outside of what they have known. Maybe this is trivial and maybe it won't feed the poor and it may not look very God centered or evangelical but I do believe it is very important and I don't believe I am wrong for being more concerned about this than the poor or oppressed.

    I don't understand it and I don't want to be living my life without God in it.

    Currently Listening
    I'm Yours
    By Jason Mraz
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  • cry babies and pupee dolls

    Tonight, I read a blog written by a friend of mine. He wrote how we give children a false sense of success. He believes (and I know this because I have heard him talk on the subject, not just write about it) that to tell a child he or she can do and be whatever he or she wants to is rediculous and wrong. He used an analogy of a young boy who wants to be "the next Lebron." This boy is of course 5'1" and runs really slow. How dare we tell him he can be whatever he wants to be, the American Dream and all of that mess. By our giving him this sort of encouragement, we are giving him a false sense of success; a sense that success is measured in fame and money. My friend assures us he is not pessimistic, but rather realistic. 
    I disagree with this friend of mine and in fact, it makes me a little angry. While it is true success should not be measured by fame or money, I don't believe this is the principal of our, so called, "American Dream" nor is it wrong to tell this boy he can be what he wants. The American Dream is about working hard and bettering his circumstances by beating the things which might have held him back. But I don't believe we are even talking about the american dream here.
    All my life I have wanted, and still want, to do big, great things. So maybe I am biased, looking from a "dreamer's" perspective(or maybe I'm alittle too hyped for the underdog after just watching Rocky Balboa). I believe the kind of success our children are looking for, is the success that comes from making huge goals(or dreams) and working hard to persevere and reach what they truly desire to do or be.

     

    I am really bored. I am house sitting since yesterday and until tomorrow. I did six hours straight of office work today.  Then I made dinner for myself which consisted of a sliced roast beef and cheese sandwich washed down with apple juice and chased with doritos. I've all three dogs, the cat, and six horses. I sat and stared at the television for a about three hours watching Rocky Balboa in Bluray and had planned on watching Transformers after this. But now, the thought of sitting and staring at the TV for another three hours sounds like murder. So, I thought I might conquer the less brain melting task of reading the memiors of The Rocket Boys, by Homer Hickam.

    Currently Reading
    Rocket Boys: a True Story
    By Homer H. Hickam
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Saturday, 26 April 2008

  • Talk is Often Cheap and Filled with Air

    Things don't always go as planned.
    I'm sure this is a cliche we all know well. Unfortunately for me, tonight it is a very unwelcome reality. These last few weeks of school are almost torture. I had planned a get away for tonight. All week, when things would frustrate me, I would think about waking up late in my country house tomorrow morning. I pictured falling asleep with a giggle after hours of Austin City Limits re-runs.

    The plan was to leave Brownwood this evening and drive to my house for the night. It was to be girls only while my parents are out of town. I thought this would be such a relief from the rest of our lives. There's just something about that house that means such sweet shelter to me. It's an island all my own as I step across the creaky floors. That house is my mom and dad, and my ever faithful four legged friend. That house is years of tears and laughter, arguments,  and sanctuary. I thought I would go home to recharge and relax; To be myself again.

    The story ends with my heart a tad broken. After a few unexpected delays, our departure was delayed to around 10 pm. Once we were ready to leave, a nasty storm blew in and called off all hope for our retreat. Now I have resorted to blogging my sappy feelings and avoiding homework I all but refuse to turn in. At the moment I have three power points, three exams, and three paintings looming over my head to finish.

     
    Currently Listening
    Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits
    By Bob Dylan
    Mr. Tambourine Man
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