| It's funny, how Sondhiem gets stuck in my head. He creeps under my skin and bores into my brain and pretty much ruins me for everything else. Reminding me of who I want to be. And how far I am from that person. I guess it's just the fear. False modesty becomes crippling after a time.
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| I must admit...it took me a long time to remember my password.
Things look very different around here!!
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| Everything is so different here now...I guess the occasional Xanga user ought to check in more often...
I just finished with school, so I have my BA. Woot. 
I'm quite excited about Christmas this year, but like everything lately, I can't seem to just accept and believe. I'm confused about so much, trying to figure out how to be a Christian, a follower of Christ, w/out getting caught up in all of the hateful stuff that is so present right now. It's all so appealing, the beauty, the sense of belonging and purpose, and it's hard for me to hold onto those elements. Especially when Christianity is almost synonymous with bigotry in the media today.
Bleh. I don't know what I'm saying.
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The night sanctifies, quiets
Covers the landscape steam
In progression of longing
Holding up the fears
Keeping them safe
Hanging on the valet
Unmarred and ready to wear
Darkness permeates
Fills walls and rocks and wells
With terror and romance
Possibility and doubt
Cool breeze whispers to
Despondent home
Joyful picnic under stars
The night sanctifies, quiets
Covers the landscape steam
In progression of longing |
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| Today is the kind of day that cries out for a pool
Or a childish scamper through the sprinklers
Or a trip to the frigid Pacific.
The smell of water on hot pavement
Is enough to bring me to tears
Of longing and memory.
Even a mudfight sounds good.
But none of those things are readily available for me.
So I plan to plunge my feet into an icy tub
And draw for a while, trying to find the strands
Of latent snobbery in The Great Gatsby
While I munch on some cool
Summer berries. |
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