Archive for February, 2009

Oh Balls!

I find that title to be most appropriate, mostly because I find myself shouting oh balls whenever startled, excited, or frustrated. And I bring this post to you with all three.

Just as I was about to post this blog, I knocked over my glass of water. It didn’t ruin anything, but it did startle me. So, I yelled to an empty house, “Oh balls!”

Lately, I haven’t been sleeping well. Also, I’ve been feeling naseous after eating. That with a few more bodily ailments gets a frustrating, “Oh balls!”

But, finally, and most importantly, this Spring Break (a mere 3 weeks away, I believe), I will be traveling with dear friends Eric and Peter to the GNW. To which gets a hearty and happy, “OH BALLS!”

That’s all, friends.


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1. I am tired today. Even though, I basically slept for 11 hours last night.
2. When I say basically, I mean, my sleep cycle seems to be sleep straight through a few hours, wake up constantly a few hours, sleep a few hours.
3. The aforementioned thing is very annoying.
4. Lately, perhaps because of the previously mentioned sleep cycle, I am at least 5 minutes late everywhere. And usually it’s more like 15 or 20 minutes.
5. If you want me to be somewhere on time, just tell me you want me there earlier than you do.
6. I love Dr. Pepper a lot.
7. I am a nerd. I love school a lot.
8. Last night I started to re read books that were formative in my ideas about love and romance in high school. I found them ridiculous and heart-melting.
9. Those books were my secret favorites for years. My older sister always made fun of me for them.
10. There is a squirrel at work someone trained to eat out of your hand. It’s a nice little office trick, I suppose, but I still refuse to try. I hate animals like squirrels, oppossums, and, most of all, ferrets.
11. I smiled to myself when I looked at the caller ID before answering the phone a few minutes ago and it said Donald Miller. I pretended the author was calling me.
12. But, then Donald Miller was rude on the phone.
13. I’m waiting for Mollie to send me an email I asked for eons ago. It’s about love. So, I may write about love soon.
14. Ash Wednesday is in a week, and it is one of my favorite church services.
15. I usually don’t wear royal blue or navy blue shirts because I think they are too close to the color of my jeans and feel too blue. But, today I am wearing a royal blue shirt.
16. I like being 22. I like saying I’m 22.
17. This was silly, but I felt the need to update.

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It allows me to self-diagnose at an alarming rate. I don’t find that I’m usually very hypocondrical. I just like to be informed. What I do with that information is another story entirely. I make connections between what I read and my life, just like when I study literature. Only, in this case, I just find potential diseases I have and how because of them, I will most likely die by the age of 25.

In other news, my birthday was some kind of beautiful. To have my two best friends from Kansas City come (and one was a surprise), I just about crapped my pants. I felt so loved. So celebrated. It was beautiful.

On the other hand, I took in some loving rebuke this weekend too. I’ll tell you a truth. When people that you know care about you, react very strongly to something, you sit up and pay attention. Why? Because you love them, and you know they want what is best for you. And so, I took in some hard words. I listened to people tell me, “You are better and smarter than that.” And with a deep breath, and just enough courage, I made a decision. A change. Because, you know what, they’re right.

I just hope to hold onto it well. Good thing, they love me even when I’m stupid.

I wish that for all of you. People like that. And warm-ish February days with cool breezes and sunshine through trees.

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Today is my birthday and I love my birthday.

It is the most important thing I can think to say today.

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A Small Piece of Hope

Grace comes in funny, unexpected ways.

I like that.

Life should look more like this:

i carry your heart with me (i carry it inmy heart) i am never without it (anywherei go you go, my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing, my darling)i fearno fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i wantno world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growshigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars aparti carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
-e.e. cummings

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