watching dogma @ liz's house, good times, good times.
mikael is so cool, and she knocked my socks off...with some news I can't share with you right now...or ever.
It's funny how often we just blog about whatever and whoever is happening. Nothing that's monumental, but it's like we just need to know that someone out there is reading.
Britain's best written Blog of the Year is written by a London call-girl.
?
29.12.03
28.12.03
as my star fades
i swear i have waited for you to speak...
once in a while, or more than that, you need a friend to speak truth loud and clear, not in condemnation or lip service, but in compassion and understanding.
all i hear is...
you need someone to understand what all your tears are about, and you need, you just need to hear that where you are isn't the end, and it isn't time to give up hope.
your silent whisper of assurance, "I am here."
once in a while, or more than that, you need a friend to speak truth loud and clear, not in condemnation or lip service, but in compassion and understanding.
all i hear is...
you need someone to understand what all your tears are about, and you need, you just need to hear that where you are isn't the end, and it isn't time to give up hope.
your silent whisper of assurance, "I am here."
Many Partings
"We will send word when we may, and some of us may yet meet at times; but I fear that we shall not all be gathered together ever again."
- Tolkein
To the RTO DTS of January 2002, all my love and prayers. You are a part of me in a way that cannot be explained. It is a knowledge and a friendship too deep for words, and too much for even the years to destroy. Thank you for your courage, hope, love and determination. Most of all, for your faith, honesty, humility and brokenness. I love you. melinda.
- Tolkein
To the RTO DTS of January 2002, all my love and prayers. You are a part of me in a way that cannot be explained. It is a knowledge and a friendship too deep for words, and too much for even the years to destroy. Thank you for your courage, hope, love and determination. Most of all, for your faith, honesty, humility and brokenness. I love you. melinda.
27.12.03
hilarity and fun
when you're driving home @ night, in the snow, Radiohead is the perfect music.
Brights of my night are: red pants, justin, zoe. jo, jeff, piano. ash. and many more. oh, tim, darcy, and OF COURSE zoe's pants. and many more. g'nite.
Brights of my night are: red pants, justin, zoe. jo, jeff, piano. ash. and many more. oh, tim, darcy, and OF COURSE zoe's pants. and many more. g'nite.
26.12.03
end it with a beeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmm!!!
Zoe came over @ 3pm on Christmas, and we left for her house after 1am. It was great to have her here.
We finished Christmas in prayer on her couch. It was awesome. I felt God come, and that was such a relief. Something I've been waiting for, and all it took was one tiny step, just praying with a friend before we went to our beds.
Peace, peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
I walked away from Zoe's house, admiring the stars, wanting to lie on my car for a while, and just take in the sky, the cold, the brightness and quiet of the night.
Relishing the sweetness of the Holy Spirit's presence, I opened my van door, started the engine and drove away, thinking I might stretch out the trip home, but deciding not to when I thought I didn't have my wallet (but I did).
Then...
BEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!!!
I LEFT MY GLOVES @ ZOE'S HOUSE!!!!
Not just ANY gloves...my ONLY gloves. My only gloves, and they're from AUSTRALIA!!! I LOVE THOSE GLOVES!!!
So I turned around, drove back to Zoe's house, and planned my re-entrance/glove retrieval. Front door? No answer to my knocking. Rocks @ Zoe's window? Again, no reply. I was tired, cold, and distressed. Sensing that no solution was near I got back in my car and came home, vowing to blog about the whole situation once I got here, in hopes that Zoe will read my blog and save my gloves from her LIVING ROOM (monster).
Never mind. There's no monster.
Shout out to Justin. You were the king of 'remembered good times' tonight. Thanks.
We finished Christmas in prayer on her couch. It was awesome. I felt God come, and that was such a relief. Something I've been waiting for, and all it took was one tiny step, just praying with a friend before we went to our beds.
Peace, peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
I walked away from Zoe's house, admiring the stars, wanting to lie on my car for a while, and just take in the sky, the cold, the brightness and quiet of the night.
Relishing the sweetness of the Holy Spirit's presence, I opened my van door, started the engine and drove away, thinking I might stretch out the trip home, but deciding not to when I thought I didn't have my wallet (but I did).
Then...
BEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!!!
I LEFT MY GLOVES @ ZOE'S HOUSE!!!!
Not just ANY gloves...my ONLY gloves. My only gloves, and they're from AUSTRALIA!!! I LOVE THOSE GLOVES!!!
So I turned around, drove back to Zoe's house, and planned my re-entrance/glove retrieval. Front door? No answer to my knocking. Rocks @ Zoe's window? Again, no reply. I was tired, cold, and distressed. Sensing that no solution was near I got back in my car and came home, vowing to blog about the whole situation once I got here, in hopes that Zoe will read my blog and save my gloves from her LIVING ROOM (monster).
Never mind. There's no monster.
Shout out to Justin. You were the king of 'remembered good times' tonight. Thanks.
25.12.03
snow falling
Silent night, holy night. Son of God, love's pure light.
Radiant beams from your holy face,
with the dawn of redeeming grace.
Jesus, Lord at your birth.
Christ, the Saviour, is born.
Radiant beams from your holy face,
with the dawn of redeeming grace.
Jesus, Lord at your birth.
Christ, the Saviour, is born.
22.12.03
I have to do this ONCE.
Just this once folks...I have to do it.
Term: Fall 2003
Major: Bachelor of Music Transfer
Composition: A+
Choir: A+
MusicTheory: A+
Ear/Sight: A-
Class Piano: A+
Music His.: A+
PMI/Voice: A
GPA: 4.22
Academic Standing:...In Good Academic Standing
BEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!
Being a hermit has been worth it.
(I know report cards aren't everything, but this is pretty darn sweet).
Term: Fall 2003
Major: Bachelor of Music Transfer
Composition: A+
Choir: A+
MusicTheory: A+
Ear/Sight: A-
Class Piano: A+
Music His.: A+
PMI/Voice: A
GPA: 4.22
Academic Standing:...In Good Academic Standing
BEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!
Being a hermit has been worth it.
(I know report cards aren't everything, but this is pretty darn sweet).
19.12.03
fnuny
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oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat
ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll
raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef
but the wrod as a wlohe.
oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat
ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll
raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef
but the wrod as a wlohe.
18.12.03
"Meaning? Faith is a code to accept that Jesus knows my whole life story, every skeleton in my closet, every moment of sin, shame, dishonesty, degradedness darkening my past. Right now he knows my shallow faith, my feeble prayer life, my inconsistent discipleship, and he comes beside me and he says, I dare you to trust. I dare you to trust that I love you, just as you are and not as you should be, because you're never going to be as you should be."
(this is so good. i'm posting it again. can't stop this, da na na na....)
(this is so good. i'm posting it again. can't stop this, da na na na....)
*high five*
OKAY...
Working @ the bakery this week, I have realized 2 things:
- I am still allergic to wheat. Being in a room FULL of wheaty things, I realize this. oh crap.
- an 8 hour shift ON YOUR FEET (the whole time, minus breaks, which amount to 1 hour, 1/2 of which is an unpaid lunch, so it's a 7.5 hour shift) is terrible.
in short: my feet hurt. as do my legs. and my neck
my face feels like...it's been attacked. from the inside. by...irritants. woot woot.
discount cookies...call me!
little old ladies never change. and i still love 'em.
peace out.
Working @ the bakery this week, I have realized 2 things:
- I am still allergic to wheat. Being in a room FULL of wheaty things, I realize this. oh crap.
- an 8 hour shift ON YOUR FEET (the whole time, minus breaks, which amount to 1 hour, 1/2 of which is an unpaid lunch, so it's a 7.5 hour shift) is terrible.
in short: my feet hurt. as do my legs. and my neck
my face feels like...it's been attacked. from the inside. by...irritants. woot woot.
discount cookies...call me!
little old ladies never change. and i still love 'em.
peace out.
14.12.03
Brennan Manning said this:
"When I was outside an alcohol and drug rehab center in New Orleans, and I was clutching a pint of Taaka vodka, what I did not want was the lifesaving treatment of detox in a 28-day program.
I kept on drinking, a drunken child crying out, "Jesus, where are you?" How do we experience trust in the midst of pain, suffering, heartache, and throbbing despair? I mean, is it possible to endure and eventually move beyond the bleak and melancholy landscape of evil and destruction, back to the experience of God as unconditional love? That's the problem I ask Christians. Do you trust that God loves you? Everybody says, oh yes, I've known that for a long time. Then just watch the way they live. There's so much fear, so much anxiety, and so much self-hatred. The best definition of faith I ever heard was Paul Tillich when he said, "Faith is the courage to accept acceptance."
Meaning? Faith is a code to accept that Jesus knows my whole life story, every skeleton in my closet, every moment of sin, shame, dishonesty, degradedness darkening my past. Right now he knows my shallow faith, my feeble prayer life, my inconsistent discipleship, and he comes beside me and he says, I dare you to trust. I dare you to trust that I love you, just as you are and not as you should be, because you're never going to be as you should be."
I kept on drinking, a drunken child crying out, "Jesus, where are you?" How do we experience trust in the midst of pain, suffering, heartache, and throbbing despair? I mean, is it possible to endure and eventually move beyond the bleak and melancholy landscape of evil and destruction, back to the experience of God as unconditional love? That's the problem I ask Christians. Do you trust that God loves you? Everybody says, oh yes, I've known that for a long time. Then just watch the way they live. There's so much fear, so much anxiety, and so much self-hatred. The best definition of faith I ever heard was Paul Tillich when he said, "Faith is the courage to accept acceptance."
Meaning? Faith is a code to accept that Jesus knows my whole life story, every skeleton in my closet, every moment of sin, shame, dishonesty, degradedness darkening my past. Right now he knows my shallow faith, my feeble prayer life, my inconsistent discipleship, and he comes beside me and he says, I dare you to trust. I dare you to trust that I love you, just as you are and not as you should be, because you're never going to be as you should be."
12.12.03
Blah...
here's what I'm doing today:
working @ the Keats office, 9-5.
I haven't had a job like this in a long time.
It's kinda fun. Except I only slept for about 4 hours (woke up late, but still managed to get here on time, and I don't look too shabby), so my eyes are throbbing. Maybe I'll throw on the reading glasses. I don't know if that helps much, but the eyes are less throbby. It's weird though. I can see around the rims of the glasses, so it's like a magnifying glass moving in front of me...kind of disorienting.
Alas.
I'm listening to waterdeep's "enter the worship circle", 2nd circle. GOod stuff.
I think I was more into worship music on my dts. I was more into worship period. All day everday, that was my state of mind. Not so anymore. That's sad, I think. I guess being in full time ministry is kind of like heaven, except on earth. Or maybe not like heaven, but...
hmm...where was I going with this.
When your work and personal life are wrapped into one, and all of it is explicitly connected to God, it's a really beautiful place to be in, because everything is worship.
Or that was my experience of six months.
Incidentally, I don't know if these glasses are helping at all. Oh well.
Okay, moving on, what was I saying? Oh right, worship. Here's something Dave Ward told me:
"In the ywam times, you're being fed, and you're on the mountaintop and it's awesome. But you can't stay there. It's in the times away from there that it all becomes real, and you faith matures."
It was something like that, and it really made sense to me.
I'm working @ my friend Katrina's desk, and that's fun. She's such a colourful, vibrant, holy woman. I love her to bits. She adds a brightness everywhere she goes.
Sadly, she's going back to Townsville soon. It makes me sad, obviously it's good for her though.
I wish I could go back too. That would be fun.
maybe ya'll can start a fund for me, a "send melinda back to townsville for some time of relaxation and renewal" fund.
It could happen...
working @ the Keats office, 9-5.
I haven't had a job like this in a long time.
It's kinda fun. Except I only slept for about 4 hours (woke up late, but still managed to get here on time, and I don't look too shabby), so my eyes are throbbing. Maybe I'll throw on the reading glasses. I don't know if that helps much, but the eyes are less throbby. It's weird though. I can see around the rims of the glasses, so it's like a magnifying glass moving in front of me...kind of disorienting.
Alas.
I'm listening to waterdeep's "enter the worship circle", 2nd circle. GOod stuff.
I think I was more into worship music on my dts. I was more into worship period. All day everday, that was my state of mind. Not so anymore. That's sad, I think. I guess being in full time ministry is kind of like heaven, except on earth. Or maybe not like heaven, but...
hmm...where was I going with this.
When your work and personal life are wrapped into one, and all of it is explicitly connected to God, it's a really beautiful place to be in, because everything is worship.
Or that was my experience of six months.
Incidentally, I don't know if these glasses are helping at all. Oh well.
Okay, moving on, what was I saying? Oh right, worship. Here's something Dave Ward told me:
"In the ywam times, you're being fed, and you're on the mountaintop and it's awesome. But you can't stay there. It's in the times away from there that it all becomes real, and you faith matures."
It was something like that, and it really made sense to me.
I'm working @ my friend Katrina's desk, and that's fun. She's such a colourful, vibrant, holy woman. I love her to bits. She adds a brightness everywhere she goes.
Sadly, she's going back to Townsville soon. It makes me sad, obviously it's good for her though.
I wish I could go back too. That would be fun.
maybe ya'll can start a fund for me, a "send melinda back to townsville for some time of relaxation and renewal" fund.
It could happen...
oh man.
take my credit card away.
cut it up, lock it up, hide it away so I can never use it again.
seriously.
cut it up, lock it up, hide it away so I can never use it again.
seriously.
11.12.03
7.12.03
I watched most of "the Green Mile" on tv a few nights ago, and I regret it SO much.
There's something strange about that movie. There's a darkness to it that I can't explain, but I can't deny it either.
I don't recommend it.
on top of it all, today wasn't a great day.
even though I watched a muppet movie tonight, I watched it alone because no one else wanted to.
but it's all good. you gotta cry as you're going to sleep once in a while. although, if I do, it will be because I was @ the optometrist's today, and the effects of the drops he put in my eyes (to make the pupils bigger, so he could check out the inner...eye) haven't worn off yet.
g'nite.
merry Christmas.
There's something strange about that movie. There's a darkness to it that I can't explain, but I can't deny it either.
I don't recommend it.
on top of it all, today wasn't a great day.
even though I watched a muppet movie tonight, I watched it alone because no one else wanted to.
but it's all good. you gotta cry as you're going to sleep once in a while. although, if I do, it will be because I was @ the optometrist's today, and the effects of the drops he put in my eyes (to make the pupils bigger, so he could check out the inner...eye) haven't worn off yet.
g'nite.
merry Christmas.
2.12.03
NO MORE
i can't handel lisztening to music anymore.
NO MORE MUSIC(a intima)!
Seriously folks, i'm chopin up my cd's and tapes, because these tunes are sure to kill me.
I'm more wrecked that sonata form in the hands of schoenberg.
my ears crave silence. or something. i haven't found it yet, but when i do, it will be the best sound on earth.
NO MORE MUSIC(a intima)!
Seriously folks, i'm chopin up my cd's and tapes, because these tunes are sure to kill me.
I'm more wrecked that sonata form in the hands of schoenberg.
my ears crave silence. or something. i haven't found it yet, but when i do, it will be the best sound on earth.
addendum
i've written my teacher an addendum (sp?) letter, and i fixed the technical mistakes of my essay. i didn't edit it or fix other mistakes, just the ones pertaining to in text citation, and the stupid auto formatting my computer did.
So...that's the end of that. Tomorrow it's on to studying for sight singing and history, and after that...my semester in dignified ruins, I will enjoy Christmas vacation.
The end.
So...that's the end of that. Tomorrow it's on to studying for sight singing and history, and after that...my semester in dignified ruins, I will enjoy Christmas vacation.
The end.
1.12.03
28.11.03
wasting time...
i spent the morning with my allergist.
he's a funny little chinese man with an office on the 14th floor of a building on Broadway.
he said i should listen to a Norweigan singer named Sissel, because she sings like an angel.
just wait'll he hears me sing.
ps...i'm still allergic to grass and dust. and i'm going back on the allergy shots.
western medicine may be evil, but it's more fun than being sick all the time.
he's a funny little chinese man with an office on the 14th floor of a building on Broadway.
he said i should listen to a Norweigan singer named Sissel, because she sings like an angel.
just wait'll he hears me sing.
ps...i'm still allergic to grass and dust. and i'm going back on the allergy shots.
western medicine may be evil, but it's more fun than being sick all the time.
27.11.03
25.11.03
new day
i'm writing a research essay on nina simone.
The problem is, not many people have written books about her.
Pretty much just she has. An autobiography. It makes research kind of tough.
have a resplendant night and week
m*rock
The problem is, not many people have written books about her.
Pretty much just she has. An autobiography. It makes research kind of tough.
have a resplendant night and week
m*rock
18.11.03
sometimes i am so cool
i always get inspired to blog when i'm on the bus, driving, almost asleep, showering, sitting in ear training/sight singing, picking my nose...
and when i get to this page is all flits away.
maybe i need to keep a hardcopy blogging journal.
the guy across from me has short hair. he's wearing a headband.
weird.
note: it's been realized by some of the population that I am not a pansy.
cheers.
and when i get to this page is all flits away.
maybe i need to keep a hardcopy blogging journal.
the guy across from me has short hair. he's wearing a headband.
weird.
note: it's been realized by some of the population that I am not a pansy.
cheers.
9.11.03
He saw me from the cross.
Hey yo. I just came across this letter. I wrote it while I was on my dts as part of a weekly assignment we had to do.
read on!
m.
Dear Dad,
I have fallen in love! Long dark (lice -infested) hair, deepy brown eyes, a beautiful smile (full of rotting teeth). Beautiful skin (except for a few scabs on her legs), bright-coloured clothing (albeit a litle dusty and dirty).
Her name is Kristalina. She's the sweetest girl ever, rather like that Melinda I brought home a few years ago. Remember how smelly she was? I was so tuched when you took her from my arms and held her in your lap. You stroked her hair as she sobbed, and wiped her snot and tears all over you. But still you held her, talked with her~youlistened so intently, never taking your eyes off hers, though at times she could hardly look at You. It was a beautiful thing to watch.
Well, I think she's learned~or is beginning to learn~how to share that love with others. She loves holding Kristalina. Melinda was a bit turned off at first, but after thinking about You, she held that little girl close.
I'm so glad she's learning! She's got a long way to go, but I think she'll only get better at it as se understands your love more and more.
That's all for now,
Love, Jesus
read on!
m.
Dear Dad,
I have fallen in love! Long dark (lice -infested) hair, deepy brown eyes, a beautiful smile (full of rotting teeth). Beautiful skin (except for a few scabs on her legs), bright-coloured clothing (albeit a litle dusty and dirty).
Her name is Kristalina. She's the sweetest girl ever, rather like that Melinda I brought home a few years ago. Remember how smelly she was? I was so tuched when you took her from my arms and held her in your lap. You stroked her hair as she sobbed, and wiped her snot and tears all over you. But still you held her, talked with her~youlistened so intently, never taking your eyes off hers, though at times she could hardly look at You. It was a beautiful thing to watch.
Well, I think she's learned~or is beginning to learn~how to share that love with others. She loves holding Kristalina. Melinda was a bit turned off at first, but after thinking about You, she held that little girl close.
I'm so glad she's learning! She's got a long way to go, but I think she'll only get better at it as se understands your love more and more.
That's all for now,
Love, Jesus
today...tooodaaay.
chris & ali were married this afternoon. technically, yesterday afternoon.
I don't really have a top ten list, but if I did theirs would be at the top.
but i've been gushing all evening about how great it was.
now i'm going to knit, and then sleep.
I don't really have a top ten list, but if I did theirs would be at the top.
but i've been gushing all evening about how great it was.
now i'm going to knit, and then sleep.
8.11.03
7.11.03
announcement, announcement, annouuuuuuuuuuuuncement!`
Today...I inducted...no less than 3!!! new cards into my wallet.
it was a big day.
it was a big day.
4.11.03
blood banquet
Friday Nov. 7 @ Ethical Addictions Coffee House in Langley.
"Blood Banquet"
Featuring:
@8:00PM
melinda joy
ruben degroot
happy kreter
@10:00PM
witness protection program
the hand
double blind experiment
in medias res
hejira
cost is $5 or $4 with canned food or clothing donation. proceeds to Langley salvation army.
COME ON! YOu know you wanna come!
"Blood Banquet"
Featuring:
@8:00PM
melinda joy
ruben degroot
happy kreter
@10:00PM
witness protection program
the hand
double blind experiment
in medias res
hejira
cost is $5 or $4 with canned food or clothing donation. proceeds to Langley salvation army.
COME ON! YOu know you wanna come!
conversations.
last friday, on the way to get sushi:
a: hey melinda, you ever smoke pot?
me: nope.
a: never?
me: nope.
a: so you're pretty dead set against it then.
me: yep.
*awkwardish silence...*
a: do your friends do it?
me: some of them do, yeah.
a: so what do you do, scold them?
me: *silence indicating that I'm really unimpressed with how stupid this conversation is*...no.
...
me: can you drop me off @ school now? Thaaaaaanks.
a: hey melinda, you ever smoke pot?
me: nope.
a: never?
me: nope.
a: so you're pretty dead set against it then.
me: yep.
*awkwardish silence...*
a: do your friends do it?
me: some of them do, yeah.
a: so what do you do, scold them?
me: *silence indicating that I'm really unimpressed with how stupid this conversation is*...no.
...
me: can you drop me off @ school now? Thaaaaaanks.
3.11.03
2.11.03
it's how late!?
i built an ikea shelf with zoe tonight.
SO FUN!
it's ruling a corner in my room now. huh.
i have a sweet idea for chris & ali's wedding present. yeah, i'm pretty stoked.
this month @ curves i lost.....*drum roll please....* 4 pouds and a total of 9.75 inches!
yeah measuring day!
I have...5 tests this week.
SO FUN!
it's ruling a corner in my room now. huh.
i have a sweet idea for chris & ali's wedding present. yeah, i'm pretty stoked.
this month @ curves i lost.....*drum roll please....* 4 pouds and a total of 9.75 inches!
yeah measuring day!
I have...5 tests this week.
23.10.03
Welcome to MSN.ca
stupoid compootzer
remember this? :
spandex= NOT cool.
now:
lulu lemon= cool
lulu lemon= spandex
spandex=lulu lemon=cool
SPANDEX = COOL!!!!
what the heck?
remember this? :
spandex= NOT cool.
now:
lulu lemon= cool
lulu lemon= spandex
spandex=lulu lemon=cool
SPANDEX = COOL!!!!
what the heck?
zzz
sleeping now.
things to do:
history (reading)
theory
ear training (intervals! chords! argh!)
sight singing (in minor keys...argh! #30-77!)
piano (practice)
choir: learn solos
omnes generationes
fecit potentiam...
etc...
SLEEP.
Wedding gift for Kristen.
$$ to keats.
Songs for keats breakfast (by Friday!)
Nov.7 set list and chord sheets.
SLEEP.
love Jesus *first*
SLEEP
stop blogging!
riiight...
things to do:
history (reading)
theory
ear training (intervals! chords! argh!)
sight singing (in minor keys...argh! #30-77!)
piano (practice)
choir: learn solos
omnes generationes
fecit potentiam...
etc...
SLEEP.
Wedding gift for Kristen.
$$ to keats.
Songs for keats breakfast (by Friday!)
Nov.7 set list and chord sheets.
SLEEP.
love Jesus *first*
SLEEP
stop blogging!
riiight...
fashion cents
i've been rockin' the side-belt the last few days.
things good: studs on the front, not wrapped around the back.
something new!
a belt threading adventure every morning.
things bad: belt buckle pinching me...
something done!
difficulties unforseen.
things not to blog about: belts.
shoot.
things good: studs on the front, not wrapped around the back.
something new!
a belt threading adventure every morning.
things bad: belt buckle pinching me...
something done!
difficulties unforseen.
things not to blog about: belts.
shoot.
22.10.03
sonata form.
like the country.
but not country.
I got 47/50 on my theory test today. That was pretty darn sweet.
And this sounds odd, but I totally could've got a perfect score. The mistakes I made, had I been in a calmer state of mind when checking over my work, would have been easy to correct!
arGH!
Well we won't complain too much.
I'm going to Curves after school tomorrow. Woohoo, gyM!
ANd I'm practicing with Jo and Brett @ Jo's house, for our monumental gig on NOv.7 @ ethical addictions in langley.
I'm opening for freakin' hejira and wpp.
wha--?
Chris and Ali get married the NEXT day!!! WOAH!
TOnight:
mesa luna's (or cover receipient): $6
hejira: $5
raking bombs: $8
me: empty wallet, lotsa love, new cd's, wandering voice*, and a really cool death cab for cutie beater (not technically part of the night's activities)..
*wandering voice: not lost, but not found.*
but not country.
I got 47/50 on my theory test today. That was pretty darn sweet.
And this sounds odd, but I totally could've got a perfect score. The mistakes I made, had I been in a calmer state of mind when checking over my work, would have been easy to correct!
arGH!
Well we won't complain too much.
I'm going to Curves after school tomorrow. Woohoo, gyM!
ANd I'm practicing with Jo and Brett @ Jo's house, for our monumental gig on NOv.7 @ ethical addictions in langley.
I'm opening for freakin' hejira and wpp.
wha--?
Chris and Ali get married the NEXT day!!! WOAH!
TOnight:
mesa luna's (or cover receipient): $6
hejira: $5
raking bombs: $8
me: empty wallet, lotsa love, new cd's, wandering voice*, and a really cool death cab for cutie beater (not technically part of the night's activities)..
*wandering voice: not lost, but not found.*
20.10.03
too late.
school tomorrow!? AHH!!!
I'm writing a review for the Stanley Theatre's production of Othello, which I saw over a week ago, and hence should have reviewed over a week ago. I didn't even take notes during the show, so specifics of scenes i liked/disliked are hard to write down.
argh.
Tonight I ushered for a show @ school, and what I wanted to share from that was a couplet of lyrics from a song.
"an enemy to my soul resides inside me
and so i am afraid to meet myself alone"
a poignant line, no? And a very human way of thinking. I was pondering this as I sat in the audience listening to the song.
It's not God who perceives us as having the enemy inside us...that's a human perception. The enemy of our souls is outside of us...
what struck me was how often we believe that we are worthless, or that there is something inherently wrong with us...
I suppose in a way there is, because we're human, but I guess on a more personal level...
too often I hate who I am, and I'm afraid to meet God, or even to be honest with myself, because I will be face to face with this awful being who is me. But in truth, if Christ lives in me...if God has breathed into me his holy Spirit then I am redeemed, and though I sin, I can stand forgiven before the Father...
What destroys me, what is the enemy to my soul is the evil one, whose lies I may take in, but they still do not come from within me.
Perhaps the enemy to my soul which lives inside me is only my insecurities, over which I can have the victory...
?
I'm writing a review for the Stanley Theatre's production of Othello, which I saw over a week ago, and hence should have reviewed over a week ago. I didn't even take notes during the show, so specifics of scenes i liked/disliked are hard to write down.
argh.
Tonight I ushered for a show @ school, and what I wanted to share from that was a couplet of lyrics from a song.
"an enemy to my soul resides inside me
and so i am afraid to meet myself alone"
a poignant line, no? And a very human way of thinking. I was pondering this as I sat in the audience listening to the song.
It's not God who perceives us as having the enemy inside us...that's a human perception. The enemy of our souls is outside of us...
what struck me was how often we believe that we are worthless, or that there is something inherently wrong with us...
I suppose in a way there is, because we're human, but I guess on a more personal level...
too often I hate who I am, and I'm afraid to meet God, or even to be honest with myself, because I will be face to face with this awful being who is me. But in truth, if Christ lives in me...if God has breathed into me his holy Spirit then I am redeemed, and though I sin, I can stand forgiven before the Father...
What destroys me, what is the enemy to my soul is the evil one, whose lies I may take in, but they still do not come from within me.
Perhaps the enemy to my soul which lives inside me is only my insecurities, over which I can have the victory...
?
17.10.03
4.6!!!
TODAY...
I wrote a music theory test.
things to remember...
1) check for parallel octaves (they'll getcha every time!!!).
2) When V7 resolves normally to I, I has a tripled root.
3) write about whatever you want on your blog, even if only 2 of your readers understand what's going on.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Praise him, all creatures here below!
Praise him above, you heavenly hosts!
Praise Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
amen.
I wrote a music theory test.
things to remember...
1) check for parallel octaves (they'll getcha every time!!!).
2) When V7 resolves normally to I, I has a tripled root.
3) write about whatever you want on your blog, even if only 2 of your readers understand what's going on.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Praise him, all creatures here below!
Praise him above, you heavenly hosts!
Praise Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
amen.
16.10.03
the in medias res blog
the in medias res blog
Check out the boys' blog, eh?
Scandal and hilarity simultaneously ensue.
I'm writing a review of a concert I saw last Friday, which should have been done on the weekend, and I have another review for Monday of Othello which I saw last Thursday.
Hopefully the sentences in my papers will run on less that these ones do.
When I turn on my heater my computer speakers click.
*leans down to turn off heater...does so/speakers click*
see?
Check out the boys' blog, eh?
Scandal and hilarity simultaneously ensue.
I'm writing a review of a concert I saw last Friday, which should have been done on the weekend, and I have another review for Monday of Othello which I saw last Thursday.
Hopefully the sentences in my papers will run on less that these ones do.
When I turn on my heater my computer speakers click.
*leans down to turn off heater...does so/speakers click*
see?
today jo was wet.
jo got wet today.
she needs an umbrella.
her feet were dry.
HOORAY for rocket dog shoes!
Purchase of the millenium!
she needs an umbrella.
her feet were dry.
HOORAY for rocket dog shoes!
Purchase of the millenium!
can't...remember...funny...things...*gah*
so...
i saw lots of funny stuff today.
but now i can't remember it.
one thing:
curly hair, not a frizz. dressed in black.
confused, he pauses to ponder a moment his next move.
planning, thinking, mapping the route.
noticing the soreness in his bones
a long life lived with fullness
may be tarnished with illness.
Looks up to see two familiar faces,
a light in the midst of a dark dreary day.
moving towards them, a smile on his...
*SLAM!*
(he quickly realizes that his soliloquy has taken place in the middle of the pathway leading away from the stairwell...a rude awakening for so gentle a soul).
Thank you Dylan for making my day a little better.
i saw lots of funny stuff today.
but now i can't remember it.
one thing:
curly hair, not a frizz. dressed in black.
confused, he pauses to ponder a moment his next move.
planning, thinking, mapping the route.
noticing the soreness in his bones
a long life lived with fullness
may be tarnished with illness.
Looks up to see two familiar faces,
a light in the midst of a dark dreary day.
moving towards them, a smile on his...
*SLAM!*
(he quickly realizes that his soliloquy has taken place in the middle of the pathway leading away from the stairwell...a rude awakening for so gentle a soul).
Thank you Dylan for making my day a little better.
*sad*
I went away for the summer and now all my commenters have left me.
boo hoo.
I got a freakin' A+!!!!!
Oh man.
Still amazed.
boo hoo.
I got a freakin' A+!!!!!
Oh man.
Still amazed.
15.10.03
Welcome to MSN.ca
this is my blog today
HEY!
I ate an oragne and my hands now smell like orange, but it's a gross smell. Making me sick...
oooh...
bedtime.
I got an A+ on my history midterm.
shoot. I love school.
& mattie mc.d
HEY!
I ate an oragne and my hands now smell like orange, but it's a gross smell. Making me sick...
oooh...
bedtime.
I got an A+ on my history midterm.
shoot. I love school.
& mattie mc.d
13.10.03
sometimes...
It is always a bad idea to play solitaire before you do homework, because you can't stop playing solitaire until you win a game, and once you do win one (10 games later), you want to win another, and soon you find an entire hour has passed by, and you haven't done any of your work.
Sometimes I think that I should get an award for being the best falsely productive procrastinator ever.
Sometimes I think that I should get an award for being the best falsely productive procrastinator ever.
blue cup
1). If I ever declare myself completely broke it will be because I went to IKEA and couldn't hold onto what shreds of self-control I currently salvage when I am there.
2). If, for the next month, I am faithful in going to Curves, I will buy some new pants, and get rid of some old ones!
3). I have more books than most of my peers. Is that weird? I'm buying a new bookshelf (a BILLY corner shelf, from IKEA) just to accomodate them all.
4). On Victoria St. in Vancouver (near the Value Village) there is a billboard advertisement for an SUV. It says, "SEARCH AND RESCUE YOUR GROCERIES".
I think that nicely sums up how STUPID it is to drive an SUV in the city!
5). I just ordered the new Death Cab for Cutie album & a t-shirt for $26 US. Not bad?
6). If you haven't done so already, check this out! It's more fun that a worm!!
2). If, for the next month, I am faithful in going to Curves, I will buy some new pants, and get rid of some old ones!
3). I have more books than most of my peers. Is that weird? I'm buying a new bookshelf (a BILLY corner shelf, from IKEA) just to accomodate them all.
4). On Victoria St. in Vancouver (near the Value Village) there is a billboard advertisement for an SUV. It says, "SEARCH AND RESCUE YOUR GROCERIES".
I think that nicely sums up how STUPID it is to drive an SUV in the city!
5). I just ordered the new Death Cab for Cutie album & a t-shirt for $26 US. Not bad?
6). If you haven't done so already, check this out! It's more fun that a worm!!
12.10.03
weird
My blog entries are supposed to be preceded by titles, but they're not!
HTML, thou are mine mortal enemy!
I'm wearing a turtleneck sweater. My neck itches.
HTML, thou are mine mortal enemy!
I'm wearing a turtleneck sweater. My neck itches.
oh crap! I didn't know you would be doing one...
I wonder if he's broken up with me, and that's why I don't remember?
mystery lovers...
A couple from my church moved away about a year ago, and they were back to visit this morning. I was talking to Terri, the woman of the couple, and she said she'd heard that I have a boyfriend!
I gave Ben a high-five, because that's sweet!
Oh wait...I don't have a boyfriend.
A teacher @ my old high school asked my little sister if I'm getting married soon!?
Sounds like I'm getting some pretty sweet action...if only I'd known!!
I gave Ben a high-five, because that's sweet!
Oh wait...I don't have a boyfriend.
A teacher @ my old high school asked my little sister if I'm getting married soon!?
Sounds like I'm getting some pretty sweet action...if only I'd known!!
serrano peppers
on Friday night I saw Jo! play her bass with the West Coast Symphony Orchestra.
Afterwards, we all (mikael, ash, roger, jo, lindsay, matt, gus and me) went to the Cactus Club.
I got some kind of spicy noodle bowl.
I almost died.
Today, it was flushed from my body, but my esophagus is still burning.
Bland food, forever!
Afterwards, we all (mikael, ash, roger, jo, lindsay, matt, gus and me) went to the Cactus Club.
I got some kind of spicy noodle bowl.
I almost died.
Today, it was flushed from my body, but my esophagus is still burning.
Bland food, forever!
almond icing pounding my head.
happy birthday mom! (yesterday, technically).
I went to maynard's uber (which apparently means over, not super) sale with jo, roger and ash. Sorely disappointing in terms of personal purchases, wonderfully amusing in terms of company.
I shouldn't drive when I'm tired. It makes me dangerous.
grr...
I went to maynard's uber (which apparently means over, not super) sale with jo, roger and ash. Sorely disappointing in terms of personal purchases, wonderfully amusing in terms of company.
I shouldn't drive when I'm tired. It makes me dangerous.
grr...
9.10.03
i love new features
i just wanted to post something having engaged the new title feature.
i love red flowers!
and my bed! so i'm going to sleep in it now!
bye!
i love red flowers!
and my bed! so i'm going to sleep in it now!
bye!
today i spent 5 hours in the library studying music history.
i only made it through to the early baroque. late baroque, and specifics of baroque instrumental and vocal music are lost to me. as are the lifetime dates of the composers, and most of the details about them.
note to self: start studying 2 weeks, not 2 days before a mid*term. aiiya!
the good part is that as a result of being @ school so late, i got to bus home with my friend ryan (and his yet-unnamed friend).
so really, it was a well-balanced day.
another 18 hour day, but well balanced nonetheless.
i only made it through to the early baroque. late baroque, and specifics of baroque instrumental and vocal music are lost to me. as are the lifetime dates of the composers, and most of the details about them.
note to self: start studying 2 weeks, not 2 days before a mid*term. aiiya!
the good part is that as a result of being @ school so late, i got to bus home with my friend ryan (and his yet-unnamed friend).
so really, it was a well-balanced day.
another 18 hour day, but well balanced nonetheless.
8.10.03
my name is m'rock.
my locker mate is t'rex.
my best mate is mikael.
my friend andrew writes me short emails.
my heart's been broken once, by a boy who doesn't really care.
my backpack is orange, and my shoes are red.
my room is blue and covered in photographs (those frozen memories).
sometimes i'm a jerk.
other times, i'm not.
i drive an '84 honda civic, with manual choke.
i like music.
my friend ash works for a radio station.
my friend katrina works for keats.
i used to chase geckos and dance in the rain with her in townsville.
my eyes are sore.
i've been awake for 18 hours.
my name is m'rock.
my locker mate is t'rex.
my best mate is mikael.
my friend andrew writes me short emails.
my heart's been broken once, by a boy who doesn't really care.
my backpack is orange, and my shoes are red.
my room is blue and covered in photographs (those frozen memories).
sometimes i'm a jerk.
other times, i'm not.
i drive an '84 honda civic, with manual choke.
i like music.
my friend ash works for a radio station.
my friend katrina works for keats.
i used to chase geckos and dance in the rain with her in townsville.
my eyes are sore.
i've been awake for 18 hours.
my name is m'rock.
6.10.03
5.10.03
one day i will ask you to dance
at sunrise with grey clouds and blue skies
and clean air just cold enough
to ruddy your cheeks.
palm to palm we'll waltz slowly,
now turning to face
th'awakening sun.
with grace
you'll hold me in this last embrace
before we must walk away.
stay with me in this sweet place
(small little dream space)
we can sleep until midnight
when the night moon shines so bright
the grey clouds in blue skies
cover us again.
at sunrise with grey clouds and blue skies
and clean air just cold enough
to ruddy your cheeks.
palm to palm we'll waltz slowly,
now turning to face
th'awakening sun.
with grace
you'll hold me in this last embrace
before we must walk away.
stay with me in this sweet place
(small little dream space)
we can sleep until midnight
when the night moon shines so bright
the grey clouds in blue skies
cover us again.
a friend of mine made an interesting point @ school on Friday in regards to this muck about homosexual marriages and how it relates to christians. she said something like, "the state has sought to purge itself of the church, so the church should be free to keep itself separate from state decisions, and to voice that desire for separation."
comments?
comments?
4.10.03
3.10.03
2.10.03
29.9.03
27.9.03
i watched 'bowling for columbine' with zoe last night.
it is an amazing film. the things that people will say to michael moore are unbelievable.
he seems like an honest man. when he's interviewing people, he was able to befriend them so quickly. he seemed more concerned to find answers than scandals.
i recommend you watch it.
the image that brought me to tears: the footage from columbine high school. watching the student run from the cafeteria, hiding under tables there, and in the library. i can hardly imagine the fear i would be feeling. can you?
there is so much i didn't know. and so much i don't know.
it is an amazing film. the things that people will say to michael moore are unbelievable.
he seems like an honest man. when he's interviewing people, he was able to befriend them so quickly. he seemed more concerned to find answers than scandals.
i recommend you watch it.
the image that brought me to tears: the footage from columbine high school. watching the student run from the cafeteria, hiding under tables there, and in the library. i can hardly imagine the fear i would be feeling. can you?
there is so much i didn't know. and so much i don't know.
24.9.03
This morning did not go so well.
I woke up late (typical).
In my hurry to find a pair of shoes to wear, I bashed my elbow on the wall. (it still hurts).
I had to wear my smelly black shoes (they are toxic).
I burst into tears on my way out the door (hormones or hard times?)
I did catch my bus (wow, a glimmer of hope?)
*this is the cherry on top* My creme-cheese breakfast bagel (mmm...food a la dad) was made of 2!! bagel bottoms! (no bagel tops, which are the BEST part).
*sighs*
I woke up late (typical).
In my hurry to find a pair of shoes to wear, I bashed my elbow on the wall. (it still hurts).
I had to wear my smelly black shoes (they are toxic).
I burst into tears on my way out the door (hormones or hard times?)
I did catch my bus (wow, a glimmer of hope?)
*this is the cherry on top* My creme-cheese breakfast bagel (mmm...food a la dad) was made of 2!! bagel bottoms! (no bagel tops, which are the BEST part).
*sighs*
23.9.03
17-9-03
Nothing involving him (or you and him) is ever "as it seems". There's always something more, something hidden--a meaning you think you know, but you'd like to ignore. Can't a greeting be simple? a hug natural? A kiss on the cheek or a high five, a phone call, an email! a
love poem.
Like this one.
Sometimes I forget the gun is loaded
When I pull the trigger who hits the floor?
If you shoot and no one is around to be hit, does the bullet fly forever?
Will this heart break yours--never?
Nothing involving him (or you and him) is ever "as it seems". There's always something more, something hidden--a meaning you think you know, but you'd like to ignore. Can't a greeting be simple? a hug natural? A kiss on the cheek or a high five, a phone call, an email! a
love poem.
Like this one.
Sometimes I forget the gun is loaded
When I pull the trigger who hits the floor?
If you shoot and no one is around to be hit, does the bullet fly forever?
Will this heart break yours--never?
17.9.03
Today @ school I saw Tim, Justin, Kristen, Jo!, Anita, and later on...Claire.
It's fun to have school friends.
Ooh, stupid story of the week! Gah! Piss!
I missed the last "get me to school on time" bus this morning. GAH!!! PISS!!! It was 8am, and I was freaking out. So I called my dad. And then I saw a bus pull up, so I said, "bye dad!", and went to get on the bus. Unfortunately it was the 404, not the 351 or 601 or anything else useful, but I got on it anyway. The ride took FOREVER, of course, and I was stressing out SO much,until...I saw Ash Poon! He was standing @ the B-line stop, looking dashing (as per usual). I was going to transfer to the 98 later on, but since he was there, I got off @ the next stop and rode with him! He was talking to Lucy...
So Ash brightened my day. Until....I got downtown, walked to a 210 stop. And I waited. And waited...and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited....I waited some more after that. The #8, 22, 19, 8, 22, 19, 210 NOT IN SERVICE! (GAH!! PISS!!!). I thought of taking a taxi, and almost did. Then I called Nicole, and a bus came....a few minutes too late. It was already 9:30am....Class Piano had begun.
Normally, this wouldn't be a huge proble, BUT today we had a test!
When I FINALLY got to school, I ran into my building, into my classroom....and somebody was sitting @ my piano!!! He wasn't even from my class!!! (jerk).
So I had to sit in the middle row, waaaay too freakin' close to the keyboard, and I was shaking and flipping out, so when I played my test I couldn't even read the freakin' music, I couldn't move my hands properly because they were shaking...
GAH!
*sighs*
And then my teacher called me 'Melissa'.
It's fun to have school friends.
Ooh, stupid story of the week! Gah! Piss!
I missed the last "get me to school on time" bus this morning. GAH!!! PISS!!! It was 8am, and I was freaking out. So I called my dad. And then I saw a bus pull up, so I said, "bye dad!", and went to get on the bus. Unfortunately it was the 404, not the 351 or 601 or anything else useful, but I got on it anyway. The ride took FOREVER, of course, and I was stressing out SO much,until...I saw Ash Poon! He was standing @ the B-line stop, looking dashing (as per usual). I was going to transfer to the 98 later on, but since he was there, I got off @ the next stop and rode with him! He was talking to Lucy...
So Ash brightened my day. Until....I got downtown, walked to a 210 stop. And I waited. And waited...and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited....I waited some more after that. The #8, 22, 19, 8, 22, 19, 210 NOT IN SERVICE! (GAH!! PISS!!!). I thought of taking a taxi, and almost did. Then I called Nicole, and a bus came....a few minutes too late. It was already 9:30am....Class Piano had begun.
Normally, this wouldn't be a huge proble, BUT today we had a test!
When I FINALLY got to school, I ran into my building, into my classroom....and somebody was sitting @ my piano!!! He wasn't even from my class!!! (jerk).
So I had to sit in the middle row, waaaay too freakin' close to the keyboard, and I was shaking and flipping out, so when I played my test I couldn't even read the freakin' music, I couldn't move my hands properly because they were shaking...
GAH!
*sighs*
And then my teacher called me 'Melissa'.
10.9.03
this weekend: judith forst gala on Friday night, Dee Daniels concert Saturday night. Cost to me: $20. Cost to the average schmoo: $50-$150. HA ha ha...
ALso this weekend: hang time with people I love, rock garden, worship leading on Sunday aaand...homework for school.
new word I learned this week: etymology.
Things to work on: chord spellings, figured bass, roman numeral chord #'s and all that jazz (or not jazz).
things that are sweet about life: too many to mention right here and now.
Psalms 66 says, "Make HIS praise glorious!"
mmmhmmm...
ALso this weekend: hang time with people I love, rock garden, worship leading on Sunday aaand...homework for school.
new word I learned this week: etymology.
Things to work on: chord spellings, figured bass, roman numeral chord #'s and all that jazz (or not jazz).
things that are sweet about life: too many to mention right here and now.
Psalms 66 says, "Make HIS praise glorious!"
mmmhmmm...
9.9.03
On Boundary Road, between Schou and Canada Way there is an intersection which is, in essence, a glorified median. There is a stoplight pre-median and post-median (so cars from both Schou and Canada Way can cross Boundary). I always thought it would suck if you got the 1st...and the 2nd red lights. That means on your green light (assuming you're driving North on Boundary Rd) would get you....the length of the median, and no more.
This morning I saw it happen.
Yeah...somebody's morning sucked. Not mine though. I got to school in about 50 mins. Pretty sweet!
This morning I saw it happen.
Yeah...somebody's morning sucked. Not mine though. I got to school in about 50 mins. Pretty sweet!
4.9.03
3.9.03
wow!
I have heeeaps of homework (yeah full-time music student).
Sooo....you may not be seeing me for a while. A loooong while. Maybe a year or more. Or maybe just 'til I get the hang of this. But...if you haven't seen me, and are wondering if I am still alive, look for me hunched over in a corner of cap's library, counting out loud, or check for the forced look of peace on the face of the driver of an '84 civic hatchback.
Freakin' rush hour.
I have heeeaps of homework (yeah full-time music student).
Sooo....you may not be seeing me for a while. A loooong while. Maybe a year or more. Or maybe just 'til I get the hang of this. But...if you haven't seen me, and are wondering if I am still alive, look for me hunched over in a corner of cap's library, counting out loud, or check for the forced look of peace on the face of the driver of an '84 civic hatchback.
Freakin' rush hour.
30.8.03
It's true, it's true. Welcome me back fellow academics--I am re-entering the world of learning...those hallowed halls of learning and study carols, napping corners, fake potted plants and mystery foods from the cafeteria which make up the world called "school".
Question is:...am I ready?
Oh, one more thing...
Imperial Parking: $199.05
Melinda: 1 annual parking pass, 1 daily parking pass, 1 parking ticket for leaving her day pass facedown on the dashboard.
grrr...
Question is:...am I ready?
Oh, one more thing...
Imperial Parking: $199.05
Melinda: 1 annual parking pass, 1 daily parking pass, 1 parking ticket for leaving her day pass facedown on the dashboard.
grrr...
29.8.03
6.8.03
14.7.03
July 14 is it now? Good grief.
Melissa Sue Wilson is now Melissa Sue Short...even her voicemail says so.
The wedding was beautiful, in the end. And the groom is sure to become a great friend of mine, which I look forward to.
spending time with the dts-ers was just right. It was family. To quote Chris, "F-f-f-f-f-family." It was shocking, and strange, but oh so normal. Like breathing. Even driving with Jen Weber as a passenger.
Most of you won't know these people, although they recognize the name Ash, and asked after Mikael.
What to do, what to do. I suppose this is a part of life. And it reminds me that around the world, I am loved and thought about, longed for, and remembered.
It's nice to know I haven't been forgotten :)
Melissa Sue Wilson is now Melissa Sue Short...even her voicemail says so.
The wedding was beautiful, in the end. And the groom is sure to become a great friend of mine, which I look forward to.
spending time with the dts-ers was just right. It was family. To quote Chris, "F-f-f-f-f-family." It was shocking, and strange, but oh so normal. Like breathing. Even driving with Jen Weber as a passenger.
Most of you won't know these people, although they recognize the name Ash, and asked after Mikael.
What to do, what to do. I suppose this is a part of life. And it reminds me that around the world, I am loved and thought about, longed for, and remembered.
It's nice to know I haven't been forgotten :)
26.6.03
24.6.03
I just got back from CAAAAAAAMP!
Keats camps that is. Fun! fun! fun! in the...cold, overcast, lack of sun.
Weather in the Howe Sound is not as beautiful as here...yet!
It was grand to see my family, workmates, my BED.....
Over the weekend I learned to drive stick...on a big, old, truck of questionable quality named "Dumpy".
I only had to use 1st and 2nd gear, and it was great fun. I was taught by Shawn, who was impressed with the speed of my learning!
AND I never once made it jump or "bunny hop".
Yeah. I'm pretty cool. Or quick. Or something.
*HIGH FIVE*
Keats camps that is. Fun! fun! fun! in the...cold, overcast, lack of sun.
Weather in the Howe Sound is not as beautiful as here...yet!
It was grand to see my family, workmates, my BED.....
Over the weekend I learned to drive stick...on a big, old, truck of questionable quality named "Dumpy".
I only had to use 1st and 2nd gear, and it was great fun. I was taught by Shawn, who was impressed with the speed of my learning!
AND I never once made it jump or "bunny hop".
Yeah. I'm pretty cool. Or quick. Or something.
*HIGH FIVE*
19.6.03
18.6.03
dust. mold. grass.
my 3 sworn enemies, the biological banes of my existence.
I was trying to explain to ryan the extremes of my annoyance.
It's like my face is itchy and burning from the inside out. And a pressure is building. And soon, it will be let loose, and my face will explode off the front of my head.
in other news, imr and raking bombs, and a band I didn't see rocked the sons and the daughters @ mesa luna's tonight.
cheers.
my 3 sworn enemies, the biological banes of my existence.
I was trying to explain to ryan the extremes of my annoyance.
It's like my face is itchy and burning from the inside out. And a pressure is building. And soon, it will be let loose, and my face will explode off the front of my head.
in other news, imr and raking bombs, and a band I didn't see rocked the sons and the daughters @ mesa luna's tonight.
cheers.
17.6.03
whenever I french braid my hair, someone comments, and invariably asks if I did it myself.
I'm 21 years old!!! Who else would be braiding my hair for me!?
On another note, do commentors only comment when they see that another has gone before? Who will be the first, my friends? Who will be the first.
I'm 21 years old!!! Who else would be braiding my hair for me!?
On another note, do commentors only comment when they see that another has gone before? Who will be the first, my friends? Who will be the first.
16.6.03
15.6.03
what would you do if this was the last time you saw me?
if you knew that as we shook hands or high fives or laughed together, that these were our last moments, what would you do?
if today were your last day, what would you say to those around you? Would you fix things? Finally get down to resolving stuff? Or just let it go, because time is so short?
Sometimes thinking about it changes the way you act today.
Sometimes not.
Today it is sunny, and it is Father's day. Not a bad gig, eh?
if you knew that as we shook hands or high fives or laughed together, that these were our last moments, what would you do?
if today were your last day, what would you say to those around you? Would you fix things? Finally get down to resolving stuff? Or just let it go, because time is so short?
Sometimes thinking about it changes the way you act today.
Sometimes not.
Today it is sunny, and it is Father's day. Not a bad gig, eh?
14.6.03
well, this morning I forgot that my friend Brender (aka Brenda) was going to be @ the airport, en route to manitoba.
I FORGOT!!!
Yesterday, I neglected to wake up in time for my performance review @ work.
I FORGOT!!!
Today, I forgot to call Andwer in the afternoon.
I FORGOT!!!
My Bible is sitting on my dresser, but I haven't read it in a while.
I FORGOT!!!!
Noticing a pattern here?
I FORGOT!!!
Yesterday, I neglected to wake up in time for my performance review @ work.
I FORGOT!!!
Today, I forgot to call Andwer in the afternoon.
I FORGOT!!!
My Bible is sitting on my dresser, but I haven't read it in a while.
I FORGOT!!!!
Noticing a pattern here?
13.6.03
It's later than I wish it were, but I was just having an excellent conversation with my mum and Joanna, and that's not the kind of thing you cut off. I really like my mum, and my dad for that matter. Both of them are such examples to me of what it is to follow God. Not when it's easy or perfectly laid out, but to go and follow where He is calling and leading. They fully supported my time with ywam, and my time out of school, my recording, and my applying for school. They are here to help me with theory, with faith, with learning to cook rice properly, with friends, work; to hear my frustrations, my sorrows, joys, fears, worries, anxieties, problems; daycare and portland stories, philosophies, rants, hormonal rages....
My dad ministers in a denomination he doesn't fully agree with, but he stays because God has called him to. My mum is right in there too. They model to me a marriage that isn't perfect, but it's worth fighting for, and full of love.
I don't know what else to say, other than I hope they're around for a long time. It's hard to imagine walking into the world without them behind me, cheering me on, praying for me, and waiting to give hugs, no matter what happens.
Mum and dad, I love you.
My dad ministers in a denomination he doesn't fully agree with, but he stays because God has called him to. My mum is right in there too. They model to me a marriage that isn't perfect, but it's worth fighting for, and full of love.
I don't know what else to say, other than I hope they're around for a long time. It's hard to imagine walking into the world without them behind me, cheering me on, praying for me, and waiting to give hugs, no matter what happens.
Mum and dad, I love you.
12.6.03
These are VH-1's top 100 songs since Beethoven wrote his first Sonata. Or something like that.
1. Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”
2. Michael Jackson, “Billie Jean”
3. Guns N’ Roses, “Sweet Child O’ Mine”
4. Eminem, “Lose Yourself”
5. U2, “One”
6. Run-D.M.C., “Walk This Way”
7. Prince, “When Doves Cry”
8. Whitney Houston, “I Will Always Love You”
9. The Police, “Every Breath You Take”
10. Madonna, “Like a Virgin”
11. Van Halen, “Jump”
12. Alanis Morissette, “You Oughta Know”
13. TLC, “Waterfalls”
14. Sinead O’Connor, “Nothing Compares 2 U”
15. Pink Floyd, “Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2)”
16. No Doubt, “Don’t Speak”
17. Def Leppard, “Photograph”
18. R.E.M., “Losing My Religion”
19. Public Enemy, “Fight the Power”
20. AC/DC, “You Shook Me All Night Long”
21. U2, “With or Without You”
22. Cyndi Lauper, “Time After Time”
23. Prince, “Little Red Corvette”
24. Celine Dion, “My Heart Will Go On”
25. Rick James, “Super Freak”
26. Bon Jovi, “Livin’ on a Prayer”
27. Grandmaster Flash, “The Message”
28. Britney Spears, “... Baby One More Time”
29. Bruce Springsteen, “Born in the U.S.A.”
30. Janet Jackson, “Nasty”
31. Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, “Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang”
32. Pearl Jam, “Jeremy”
33. Tina Turner, “What’s Love Got to do With It”
34. Peter Gabriel, “In Your Eyes”
35. The Sugarhill Gang, “Rapper’s Delight”
36. Joan Jett, “I Love Rock ’n Roll”
37. Alicia Keys, “Fallin”’
38. The Clash, “London Calling”
39. Tom Petty, “Free Fallin”’
40. Michael Jackson, “Beat It”
41. Red Hot Chili Peppers, “Under the Bridge”
42. Blondie, “Heart of Glass”
43. The Go-Go’s, “Our Lips Are Sealed”
44. Gloria Gaynor, “I Will Survive”
45. Aerosmith, “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing”
46. Queen and David Bowie, “Under Pressure”
47. Shania Twain, “You’re Still the One”
48. Naughty By Nature, “O.P.P.”
49. Journey, “Don’t Stop Believin”’
50. Lenny Kravitz, “Are You Gonna Go My Way?”
51. George Michael, “Faith”
52. The Rolling Stones, “Start Me Up”
53. Marvin Gaye, “Sexual Healing”
54. Goo Goo Dolls, “Iris”
55. Talking Heads, “Once in a Lifetime”
56. Sheryl Crow, “All I Wanna Do”
57. Eric Clapton, “Tears in Heaven”
58. The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Puff Daddy & Mase, “Mo Money Mo Problems”
59. Meat Loaf “Paradise By the Dashboard Light”
60. Santana feat. Rob Thomas, “Smooth”
61. Backstreet Boys, “I Want It That Way”
62. Pretenders, “Brass in Pocket”
63. Beck, “Loser”
64. The Knack, “My Sharona”
65. Nelly, “Hot in Herre”
66. Squeeze, “Tempted”
67. John Cougar Mellencamp, “Jack and Diane”
68. Chic, “Good Times”
69. Mary J. Blige, “Real Love”
70. Culture Club, “Do You Really Want to Hurt Me”
71. Dave Matthews Band, “Crash Into Me”
72. John Lennon, “(Just Like) Starting Over”
73. LL Cool J, “Mama Said Knock You Out”
74. Hall & Oates, “I Can’t Go for That (No Can Do)”
75. The Ramones, “I Wanna Be Sedated”
76. Eurythmics, “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)”
77. Missy Elliott, “Work It”
78. Green Day, “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)”
79. Destiny’s Child, “Say My Name”
80. Duran Duran, “Hungry Like the Wolf”
81. OutKast, “Ms. Jackson”
82. Soft Cell, “Tainted Love”
83. Band Aid, “Do They Know It’s Christmas”
84. Radiohead, “Creep”
85. Eminem, “My Name Is”
86. Tracy Chapman, “Fast Car”
87. The Who, “Who Are You”
88. Metallica, “Enter Sandman”
89. Pat Benatar, “Hit Me With Your Best Shot”
90. The Police, “Roxanne”
91. Melissa Etheridge, “Come to My Window”
92. Salt-N-Pepa, “Push It”
93. Nine Inch Nails, “Closer”
94. Cheap Trick, “Surrender”
95. Oasis, “Wonderwall”
96. Beastie Boys, “(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (to Party!)”
97. Devo, “Whip It”
98. Hanson, “MMMBop”
99. Norah Jones, “Don’t Know Why”
100. Madonna, “Ray of Light”
1. Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”
2. Michael Jackson, “Billie Jean”
3. Guns N’ Roses, “Sweet Child O’ Mine”
4. Eminem, “Lose Yourself”
5. U2, “One”
6. Run-D.M.C., “Walk This Way”
7. Prince, “When Doves Cry”
8. Whitney Houston, “I Will Always Love You”
9. The Police, “Every Breath You Take”
10. Madonna, “Like a Virgin”
11. Van Halen, “Jump”
12. Alanis Morissette, “You Oughta Know”
13. TLC, “Waterfalls”
14. Sinead O’Connor, “Nothing Compares 2 U”
15. Pink Floyd, “Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2)”
16. No Doubt, “Don’t Speak”
17. Def Leppard, “Photograph”
18. R.E.M., “Losing My Religion”
19. Public Enemy, “Fight the Power”
20. AC/DC, “You Shook Me All Night Long”
21. U2, “With or Without You”
22. Cyndi Lauper, “Time After Time”
23. Prince, “Little Red Corvette”
24. Celine Dion, “My Heart Will Go On”
25. Rick James, “Super Freak”
26. Bon Jovi, “Livin’ on a Prayer”
27. Grandmaster Flash, “The Message”
28. Britney Spears, “... Baby One More Time”
29. Bruce Springsteen, “Born in the U.S.A.”
30. Janet Jackson, “Nasty”
31. Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, “Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang”
32. Pearl Jam, “Jeremy”
33. Tina Turner, “What’s Love Got to do With It”
34. Peter Gabriel, “In Your Eyes”
35. The Sugarhill Gang, “Rapper’s Delight”
36. Joan Jett, “I Love Rock ’n Roll”
37. Alicia Keys, “Fallin”’
38. The Clash, “London Calling”
39. Tom Petty, “Free Fallin”’
40. Michael Jackson, “Beat It”
41. Red Hot Chili Peppers, “Under the Bridge”
42. Blondie, “Heart of Glass”
43. The Go-Go’s, “Our Lips Are Sealed”
44. Gloria Gaynor, “I Will Survive”
45. Aerosmith, “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing”
46. Queen and David Bowie, “Under Pressure”
47. Shania Twain, “You’re Still the One”
48. Naughty By Nature, “O.P.P.”
49. Journey, “Don’t Stop Believin”’
50. Lenny Kravitz, “Are You Gonna Go My Way?”
51. George Michael, “Faith”
52. The Rolling Stones, “Start Me Up”
53. Marvin Gaye, “Sexual Healing”
54. Goo Goo Dolls, “Iris”
55. Talking Heads, “Once in a Lifetime”
56. Sheryl Crow, “All I Wanna Do”
57. Eric Clapton, “Tears in Heaven”
58. The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Puff Daddy & Mase, “Mo Money Mo Problems”
59. Meat Loaf “Paradise By the Dashboard Light”
60. Santana feat. Rob Thomas, “Smooth”
61. Backstreet Boys, “I Want It That Way”
62. Pretenders, “Brass in Pocket”
63. Beck, “Loser”
64. The Knack, “My Sharona”
65. Nelly, “Hot in Herre”
66. Squeeze, “Tempted”
67. John Cougar Mellencamp, “Jack and Diane”
68. Chic, “Good Times”
69. Mary J. Blige, “Real Love”
70. Culture Club, “Do You Really Want to Hurt Me”
71. Dave Matthews Band, “Crash Into Me”
72. John Lennon, “(Just Like) Starting Over”
73. LL Cool J, “Mama Said Knock You Out”
74. Hall & Oates, “I Can’t Go for That (No Can Do)”
75. The Ramones, “I Wanna Be Sedated”
76. Eurythmics, “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)”
77. Missy Elliott, “Work It”
78. Green Day, “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)”
79. Destiny’s Child, “Say My Name”
80. Duran Duran, “Hungry Like the Wolf”
81. OutKast, “Ms. Jackson”
82. Soft Cell, “Tainted Love”
83. Band Aid, “Do They Know It’s Christmas”
84. Radiohead, “Creep”
85. Eminem, “My Name Is”
86. Tracy Chapman, “Fast Car”
87. The Who, “Who Are You”
88. Metallica, “Enter Sandman”
89. Pat Benatar, “Hit Me With Your Best Shot”
90. The Police, “Roxanne”
91. Melissa Etheridge, “Come to My Window”
92. Salt-N-Pepa, “Push It”
93. Nine Inch Nails, “Closer”
94. Cheap Trick, “Surrender”
95. Oasis, “Wonderwall”
96. Beastie Boys, “(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (to Party!)”
97. Devo, “Whip It”
98. Hanson, “MMMBop”
99. Norah Jones, “Don’t Know Why”
100. Madonna, “Ray of Light”
my song of the day.
Walk with me quiet, walk with me slow
with watered down coffee and words of gold
I can feel the edges of these things
when I hear you speak to me, so walk with me.
Walk with my empty, walk with me strong
The hush of our voices, when the day seems so long
It is like balm, it is like a jewel
it unravels all I thought I knew
Will you lead me, beside the still waters
where the oil, it runs over, and my cup overflows
You restore my soul
Tell me the story, where old is made new
The promise of ages, and all things that are true
When the shadows fall and the wrecking ball
swings and tears me through the heart...
Walk with me quiet, walk with me slow
with watered down coffee and words of gold
I can feel the edges of these things
when I hear you speak to me, so walk with me.
Walk with my empty, walk with me strong
The hush of our voices, when the day seems so long
It is like balm, it is like a jewel
it unravels all I thought I knew
Will you lead me, beside the still waters
where the oil, it runs over, and my cup overflows
You restore my soul
Tell me the story, where old is made new
The promise of ages, and all things that are true
When the shadows fall and the wrecking ball
swings and tears me through the heart...
10.6.03
Okay...that last post was a little harsh. I'm sorry.
This organization is a hard one to work in...so many rules that are ridiculous, or great on paper but not too practical. And our supervisor isn't a horrible person....he is working under some really difficult people, and he takes the brunt of that so we don't have to.
*sighs*
but would it hurt to tell us what we do right once in a while? I received my first positive feedback the other day. I made this presentation poster/folder for the annual fundraising campaign, and he said, "Who did this!? Melinda!? You've got talent!".
yeah. My poster making skills rule.
This organization is a hard one to work in...so many rules that are ridiculous, or great on paper but not too practical. And our supervisor isn't a horrible person....he is working under some really difficult people, and he takes the brunt of that so we don't have to.
*sighs*
but would it hurt to tell us what we do right once in a while? I received my first positive feedback the other day. I made this presentation poster/folder for the annual fundraising campaign, and he said, "Who did this!? Melinda!? You've got talent!".
yeah. My poster making skills rule.
YO!
I am going to bed
so this is my last post.
the last post, the last post of a new day
when I will open my eyes
realize
my dreams have all but not come true.
for when I sleep do I see but in blue?
Yeah. Today, my super fun *gags* supervisor came by. Got mad @ me....for good reason, I suppose. I could see all my kids, and I was @ a halfway point between them, but not close enough to the ones on the monkey bars. Licensing, bblah blah blah...*cough, choke*.
Then there was the cherry on top...
him: "Oh yeah, there's a staff meeting here on Wednesday @ 9am in the morning."
me: "Yeah, I can't make it. I have a music test in North Van."
him: "What time?"
me: "uuuuhmmm.....later in the morning, but I need the time to study and review. And if I'm here 'til 10:30 or 11am, that doesn't really give me any time."
him: (bustin' out the disapproval), "well...*sighs, clucks his tongue*, I guess you'll have to make that call for yourself."
FREAK!!! IN that STUPID tone of voice, as if the world is going to END and this is the worst decision I'll ever make...EVER....AAARRGH!
me: (as he's walking RUDELY away, ignoring me...as per usual), "It's for school in the fall. I'm only working here 'til the end of June, right? And I need to pass this test to be a full time student...(I'm pretty sure he's out of hearing range by now). This is deciding a bigger part of my future....."
YMCA...we build strong individuals, strong families, strong communities....unless you work for us, then we just attempt to manipulate your face off...until we have destroyed your spirit, and out of sheer exasperation, you have handed over your sooooooul...
we are Martha Stewart.
I am going to bed
so this is my last post.
the last post, the last post of a new day
when I will open my eyes
realize
my dreams have all but not come true.
for when I sleep do I see but in blue?
Yeah. Today, my super fun *gags* supervisor came by. Got mad @ me....for good reason, I suppose. I could see all my kids, and I was @ a halfway point between them, but not close enough to the ones on the monkey bars. Licensing, bblah blah blah...*cough, choke*.
Then there was the cherry on top...
him: "Oh yeah, there's a staff meeting here on Wednesday @ 9am in the morning."
me: "Yeah, I can't make it. I have a music test in North Van."
him: "What time?"
me: "uuuuhmmm.....later in the morning, but I need the time to study and review. And if I'm here 'til 10:30 or 11am, that doesn't really give me any time."
him: (bustin' out the disapproval), "well...*sighs, clucks his tongue*, I guess you'll have to make that call for yourself."
FREAK!!! IN that STUPID tone of voice, as if the world is going to END and this is the worst decision I'll ever make...EVER....AAARRGH!
me: (as he's walking RUDELY away, ignoring me...as per usual), "It's for school in the fall. I'm only working here 'til the end of June, right? And I need to pass this test to be a full time student...(I'm pretty sure he's out of hearing range by now). This is deciding a bigger part of my future....."
YMCA...we build strong individuals, strong families, strong communities....unless you work for us, then we just attempt to manipulate your face off...until we have destroyed your spirit, and out of sheer exasperation, you have handed over your sooooooul...
we are Martha Stewart.
9.6.03
good morning.
here's one of those quotations that has moved me so...
...What if you discover that the least of the brethren of Jesus, the one who needs your love the most, the one you can help the most by loving, the one to whom your love will be the most meaningful--what if you discovered that this least of the brethren of Jesus...is you?...--Carl Jung
And then...
...And the Lord is now calling me a second time, affirming me, enabling me, encouraging me, challenging me all the way into fullness of faith, hope, and love in the power of His Holy Spirit. Ignorant, weak, sinful person that I am, with easy rationalizations for my sinful behaviour, I am being told anew in the unmistakable language of love, "I am with you, I am for you, I am in you. I expect more failure from you than you expect from yourself...--Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel
Bam.
here's one of those quotations that has moved me so...
...What if you discover that the least of the brethren of Jesus, the one who needs your love the most, the one you can help the most by loving, the one to whom your love will be the most meaningful--what if you discovered that this least of the brethren of Jesus...is you?...--Carl Jung
And then...
...And the Lord is now calling me a second time, affirming me, enabling me, encouraging me, challenging me all the way into fullness of faith, hope, and love in the power of His Holy Spirit. Ignorant, weak, sinful person that I am, with easy rationalizations for my sinful behaviour, I am being told anew in the unmistakable language of love, "I am with you, I am for you, I am in you. I expect more failure from you than you expect from yourself...--Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel
Bam.
I wrote a post about today, but it seemed far too personal. So I deleted it.
My DTS graduation was a year ago on June 7. One year. I'll have been home for a year on July 2.
I'm still not certain what to make of all of it. It was a wonderful time. I'm starting to see it more and more as foundational, in terms of my relationship with God.
But missing the house mates and outreach team and friends--those emotions are harder to rationalize.
Anyway, it's been sort of a long, sad day, so I'm going to go to bed.
Know that I am learning a lot. God is humbling me, truly. I've got some quotations to share with you soon, but for now, I'm just going to bed.
to God alone be the glory, now and forever.
amen.
My DTS graduation was a year ago on June 7. One year. I'll have been home for a year on July 2.
I'm still not certain what to make of all of it. It was a wonderful time. I'm starting to see it more and more as foundational, in terms of my relationship with God.
But missing the house mates and outreach team and friends--those emotions are harder to rationalize.
Anyway, it's been sort of a long, sad day, so I'm going to go to bed.
Know that I am learning a lot. God is humbling me, truly. I've got some quotations to share with you soon, but for now, I'm just going to bed.
to God alone be the glory, now and forever.
amen.
6.6.03
5.6.03
I watched '48 Hours Investigates' tonight on channel 15. They investigated 'The Canal Street Brothel' in New Orleans. It's been shut down now, due to an FBI Investigation. It was funny because @ the beginning of the show, these ladies are really cool, and you're thinking, 'stupid fbi! these ladies are so nice,' but then I kept on watching.
The brothel matron was Jeanette Maier. Her mother Tommie answered phones. Her daugher Monica worked as a hooker. Monica has a daugher, Naveya.
So I'm thinking, whaaaaat!? This family is nuts. But then it all comes spilling out. Jeanette was molested as a child. She turned her first trick @ age 8, for a quarter, so she could buy some food. Then Monica, her daughter, turned her first trick @ age 16. Jeanette didn't want her on the streets, so she brought her into the "family business" aka the brothel.
Whooooeee. It gets worse. Monica has also been molested and raped. She doesn't wanted the same life for her little girl, Naveya.
This story was heavy, and by this point, my heart was breaking.
So what can I do? Begin (and persist in) praying for this family. I started to see how the FBI shutting down this brothel has freed this family from these chains, by forcing them to do something else with their lives. And they are. Monica lost custody of Naveya in court, but is working to get her back. Jeanette hit rock bottom, and is building her way back up, as is Tommie. Really, I think they can make it. Will you consider committing to praying for them with me? God wants to heal this family, but only He can do it.
Okay...
that was really all I had to say.
The brothel matron was Jeanette Maier. Her mother Tommie answered phones. Her daugher Monica worked as a hooker. Monica has a daugher, Naveya.
So I'm thinking, whaaaaat!? This family is nuts. But then it all comes spilling out. Jeanette was molested as a child. She turned her first trick @ age 8, for a quarter, so she could buy some food. Then Monica, her daughter, turned her first trick @ age 16. Jeanette didn't want her on the streets, so she brought her into the "family business" aka the brothel.
Whooooeee. It gets worse. Monica has also been molested and raped. She doesn't wanted the same life for her little girl, Naveya.
This story was heavy, and by this point, my heart was breaking.
So what can I do? Begin (and persist in) praying for this family. I started to see how the FBI shutting down this brothel has freed this family from these chains, by forcing them to do something else with their lives. And they are. Monica lost custody of Naveya in court, but is working to get her back. Jeanette hit rock bottom, and is building her way back up, as is Tommie. Really, I think they can make it. Will you consider committing to praying for them with me? God wants to heal this family, but only He can do it.
Okay...
that was really all I had to say.
I called my friend Matt in Missourri tonight. He was on my DTS, and my outreach team, and I miss him a lot. I think we were on the phone for about an hour, and it was awesome! So much to say, and yet we just talked about music. He's really diggin' Rufus Wainwright, and Coldplay...but some misinformed putz told him ALL john mayer's songs sound the same....*sighs*. I tried to set him straight.
He's getting married on July 11 to Genieve, also on our outreach team! The youngest and oldest members...it was so cute. Well, sort of awkward too. I can't make it to their wedding, because I'm singing in my friend Melissa's the next day. But my heart is with them.
the end...until next time....Batman!
He's getting married on July 11 to Genieve, also on our outreach team! The youngest and oldest members...it was so cute. Well, sort of awkward too. I can't make it to their wedding, because I'm singing in my friend Melissa's the next day. But my heart is with them.
the end...until next time....Batman!
4.6.03
Tonight I heard some very sad news about a friend of mine.
It sort of puts everything I talk about in perspective. Or changes priorities. I'm not sure. It's one of those really big things, and I certainly don't know how to handle it. I doubt he does either.
That's about it.
IMR played @ the brickyard tonight. That was cool.
It sort of puts everything I talk about in perspective. Or changes priorities. I'm not sure. It's one of those really big things, and I certainly don't know how to handle it. I doubt he does either.
That's about it.
IMR played @ the brickyard tonight. That was cool.
2.6.03
C.S Lewis: "It may be that salvation consists not in the canceling of these eternal moments but in the perfected humility that bears the shame forever, rejoicing in the occasion which is furnished to God's compassion and glad that it should be common knowledge to the universe. Perhaps in that eternal moment St.Peter--he will forgive me if I am wrong--forever denies his Master. If so, it would indeed be true that the joys of heaven are for most of us, in our present condition, an acquired taste--and certain ways of life may render the taste impossible of acquisition. Perhaps the lost are those who dare not go to such a public place."
Read it again. At least 7 times. Slowly, carefully. You will have to change the way you think to understand. Go away, and come back tomorrow. Read it again a few times. Give it a few minutes. Now comment.
Read it again. At least 7 times. Slowly, carefully. You will have to change the way you think to understand. Go away, and come back tomorrow. Read it again a few times. Give it a few minutes. Now comment.
1.6.03
what to write, what to write, what to write...
I have much to talk about, much that is flying through my mind, but it's best revealed in a more private sector.
On other notes, worship invasion was good last night. Though defining a time of worship in terms of adjectives is always rather difficult. God had put healing on the hearts of the leaders, and I think there was a real spirit of gentleness in the place, and a sense of peace and of quiet. Being still before the Lord is equally important to being up and dancing and shouting and battle cries and all the rest.
I talked to my friend Jessica the other night. She @ a ywam base in Newcastle Australia. Just hearing what was going on in her life, and just little greetings as people walked by, made me really homesick.
When we were @ Sasquatch! eating breakfast, we were talking about the weather and the mugginess of the day, and I said, "*with joking sobs* oh, it reminds me of home.". Townsville, right? And someone remarked, "you lived there for 6 months, and it's home!?" And truth be told, yes it is home.
I say that now with almost 12 months away from it, and with a sense of being @ home here again, but the community was really home.
Not much flow to that post, but what can you do?
I have much to talk about, much that is flying through my mind, but it's best revealed in a more private sector.
On other notes, worship invasion was good last night. Though defining a time of worship in terms of adjectives is always rather difficult. God had put healing on the hearts of the leaders, and I think there was a real spirit of gentleness in the place, and a sense of peace and of quiet. Being still before the Lord is equally important to being up and dancing and shouting and battle cries and all the rest.
I talked to my friend Jessica the other night. She @ a ywam base in Newcastle Australia. Just hearing what was going on in her life, and just little greetings as people walked by, made me really homesick.
When we were @ Sasquatch! eating breakfast, we were talking about the weather and the mugginess of the day, and I said, "*with joking sobs* oh, it reminds me of home.". Townsville, right? And someone remarked, "you lived there for 6 months, and it's home!?" And truth be told, yes it is home.
I say that now with almost 12 months away from it, and with a sense of being @ home here again, but the community was really home.
Not much flow to that post, but what can you do?
31.5.03
I read a chapter in "the ragamuffin gospel" this morning while I was enjoying the coolness of the breeze blowing through my open window, and I came across this (read below) written on a piece of paper, being used as a bookmark. I believe I wrote it (read below) in response to something in the book. Religion can be understood herein as an institution of laws and regulations. Here you go:
Religion can be a crutch when it is something to be at home and secure in. When we find confidence and seek solace in the religion of Christianity, we don't need grace.
Finding our home in Christ is much more bare and exposed--we must know ourselves in complete honesty, and knowing how secure His love is for us. We get to see ourselves as He does, and in that perfect love is home. But it's a leap into vulnerability.
It's unnatural to put that much faith in love, because we don't believe we are deserving of it.
Religion can be a crutch when it is something to be at home and secure in. When we find confidence and seek solace in the religion of Christianity, we don't need grace.
Finding our home in Christ is much more bare and exposed--we must know ourselves in complete honesty, and knowing how secure His love is for us. We get to see ourselves as He does, and in that perfect love is home. But it's a leap into vulnerability.
It's unnatural to put that much faith in love, because we don't believe we are deserving of it.
30.5.03
I just thought I'd share with you all a particularily brilliant excerpt from Bill Bryson's, "I'm A Stranger Here Myself."
This is from an article about Christmas decorating.
"...It is at this point that you realize you have no idea where the Christmas tree stand is. So, sighing, you hike up to town to the hardware store to buy another, knowing that for the next three weeks all the Christmas tree stands you have ever purchased--twenty five in all, one for each Christmas of your adulthood--will spontaneously reappear, mostly by dropping onto your head from a high shelf when you are rooting in the bottom of a closet, but occasionally taking up positions in the middle of darkened rooms or near the top of the hall stairs. If you don't know it already, know it now: Christmas tree stands are the work of the devil and they want you dead."
Well, it had me laughing out loud.
HA ah ha ahaa AH ha ahaha ahaa!
(lol)
This is from an article about Christmas decorating.
"...It is at this point that you realize you have no idea where the Christmas tree stand is. So, sighing, you hike up to town to the hardware store to buy another, knowing that for the next three weeks all the Christmas tree stands you have ever purchased--twenty five in all, one for each Christmas of your adulthood--will spontaneously reappear, mostly by dropping onto your head from a high shelf when you are rooting in the bottom of a closet, but occasionally taking up positions in the middle of darkened rooms or near the top of the hall stairs. If you don't know it already, know it now: Christmas tree stands are the work of the devil and they want you dead."
Well, it had me laughing out loud.
HA ah ha ahaa AH ha ahaha ahaa!
(lol)
further notes on sasquatch:
::HONEY BUCKETS RULE!!!!
::running out of T.P. does not.
::T.P. REFILLER GUY RULES!
::So do the ladies who watch out for their own kind.
::Gratuitous bikini wearage does NOT rule.
::Wearing clothing does.
::Jo! takes great photos.
::Nakedness (but not really) is funny.
::James painted blue makes my day. And he looks damn fine!
::Water is good.
::Friendship is better than Flaming Lips.
::Coldplay wins.
::HONEY BUCKETS RULE!!!!
::running out of T.P. does not.
::T.P. REFILLER GUY RULES!
::So do the ladies who watch out for their own kind.
::Gratuitous bikini wearage does NOT rule.
::Wearing clothing does.
::Jo! takes great photos.
::Nakedness (but not really) is funny.
::James painted blue makes my day. And he looks damn fine!
::Water is good.
::Friendship is better than Flaming Lips.
::Coldplay wins.
On my dts there was a married couple from Alaska. Today, via email, I received 2 pictures of them and the incredible results of a recent fishing trip.
They are so hardcore.
On another note, sad daycare kid, it turns out, had an absessed (?) tooth! So he wasn't sad, so much as in pain. He missed school yesterday, but was back today. We sat in the field together for 20 mins or so, and he just talked to me. It was great.
Funny how during the course of my average day, a good percentage of the quality conversation and fun times I have are with persons 9 years old and under.
They are so hardcore.
On another note, sad daycare kid, it turns out, had an absessed (?) tooth! So he wasn't sad, so much as in pain. He missed school yesterday, but was back today. We sat in the field together for 20 mins or so, and he just talked to me. It was great.
Funny how during the course of my average day, a good percentage of the quality conversation and fun times I have are with persons 9 years old and under.
28.5.03
I always sign in, all psyched and ready to relate to you the events of my day, and then they all slip my mind, and I'm left with NOTHING!
Oh man.
well...today a daycare kid tried to beat me up. And he could've, because he's an angry little sucker. But he didn't. HEh heh.
One of my favourite kids, a boy who is just awesome, was on the verge of tears all afternoon. He is such a small child, but when he was looking sad, but trying to be strong, he just looked tiny. And I wished I could give him a hug and hold him, but I don't know that he'd appreciate that so much. So I just sat with him, asked some questions, and tried to be a generally calming presence. He said he'd tell his mom and dad what was bugging him, and that was good to hear.
But it was really sad.
On an up note, God forgives me for stuff that I do that's wrong. So that's cool.
And I bought some white stretch jeans @ old navy. And a little pink shirt. The jeans came with a blue cloth belt. I like it.
Oh man.
well...today a daycare kid tried to beat me up. And he could've, because he's an angry little sucker. But he didn't. HEh heh.
One of my favourite kids, a boy who is just awesome, was on the verge of tears all afternoon. He is such a small child, but when he was looking sad, but trying to be strong, he just looked tiny. And I wished I could give him a hug and hold him, but I don't know that he'd appreciate that so much. So I just sat with him, asked some questions, and tried to be a generally calming presence. He said he'd tell his mom and dad what was bugging him, and that was good to hear.
But it was really sad.
On an up note, God forgives me for stuff that I do that's wrong. So that's cool.
And I bought some white stretch jeans @ old navy. And a little pink shirt. The jeans came with a blue cloth belt. I like it.
26.5.03
Speaking of the Motel Inn in San Luis Obispo, California:
"Built in 1925 in the Spanish colonial style much beloved by restaurant owners, Zorro, and almost no one else..."
I'll give you the rest of that sentence later. But this part you've just read, it took me about 6 or 7 read-throughs to get it...and then one more, just now as I was typing it, brought about the true understanding.
Here's the rest of the sentence...
"...it sits in the shadow of a busy elevated freeway amid a cluster of gas stations, fast-food outlets, and other, more modern motor inns."
Please do let me know if you experienced any similar troubles.
And before you mock too much, I am rather sleepy...
"Built in 1925 in the Spanish colonial style much beloved by restaurant owners, Zorro, and almost no one else..."
I'll give you the rest of that sentence later. But this part you've just read, it took me about 6 or 7 read-throughs to get it...and then one more, just now as I was typing it, brought about the true understanding.
Here's the rest of the sentence...
"...it sits in the shadow of a busy elevated freeway amid a cluster of gas stations, fast-food outlets, and other, more modern motor inns."
Please do let me know if you experienced any similar troubles.
And before you mock too much, I am rather sleepy...
25.5.03
22.5.03
Hey hey hey!
Just a quick welcome to those linking up from the new busted hearts site...
Go here yes, here! to check it out!
Happy reading! Check out maplewood lane @ the Railway club tonight @ 9:45pm as part of new music west.
WORD!
Just a quick welcome to those linking up from the new busted hearts site...
Go here yes, here! to check it out!
Happy reading! Check out maplewood lane @ the Railway club tonight @ 9:45pm as part of new music west.
WORD!
21.5.03
Sorry about the lack of blogging, yo. Life is busy.
I'm putting together "the Melinda Appenheimer EP"...a 5 song disc of tracks from "Life Worth Living" to give away @ new music west, and sasquatch. Of course I can only afford to burn about 60...but that's okay. Why? Because I am exhausted so everything is okay.
Well...g'nite.
I'm putting together "the Melinda Appenheimer EP"...a 5 song disc of tracks from "Life Worth Living" to give away @ new music west, and sasquatch. Of course I can only afford to burn about 60...but that's okay. Why? Because I am exhausted so everything is okay.
Well...g'nite.
18.5.03
Today's blog title..."This Girl Thinks"
Not too shabby.
Well...Happy Birthday to me! I'm 21 now...yikes. Yay...hmm.
And my littlest sister just turned 13!!! WOW!!! She's a teen now. No more baby sister stuff. Yikes. Yay...hmm.
Today I made plans for "life worth living...the EP", to be given out @ New Music West. I just need to choose the 5 songs, and get the graphics from Jo!
Scary stuff, this. I'm thinking though...if I want to get "somewhere" with my music career, I'd best get over this paralyzing shyness/awkardness. I don't think it helps much.
Got any tips?
Not too shabby.
Well...Happy Birthday to me! I'm 21 now...yikes. Yay...hmm.
And my littlest sister just turned 13!!! WOW!!! She's a teen now. No more baby sister stuff. Yikes. Yay...hmm.
Today I made plans for "life worth living...the EP", to be given out @ New Music West. I just need to choose the 5 songs, and get the graphics from Jo!
Scary stuff, this. I'm thinking though...if I want to get "somewhere" with my music career, I'd best get over this paralyzing shyness/awkardness. I don't think it helps much.
Got any tips?
15.5.03
13.5.03
I was watching a movie called, "Welcome to Collinwood" (bizarre, but so funny...especially with Ash, Roger, Kirstin, Jo and Ben[my brother]) last night. And there was a certain line which has sent my heart spiralling into turmoil. Summer is coming, as are memories of last, which sometimes seems like yesterday. The coolness of a basement when you enter from the glare of the hot sun, the smell of sunscreen, the carefree feeling of driving down and open road, sunroof open, talking away as Jo listens like only she can.
The line was, "I like you." Simple, straightforward, but it's killing me. As it did, way back when...last July.
On another note, RACHAEL IS HOME!!!! YAY!!!! Party Party Party for her @ Jericho Beach tomorrow night. Come on down!
Party Party Party Party Party Party for me on Friday night. Comment and leave an email for info. Especially J-Sun. And Ben.
From Proverbs...somewhere..
"The heart is foolish above all things; who can understand it?"
The line was, "I like you." Simple, straightforward, but it's killing me. As it did, way back when...last July.
On another note, RACHAEL IS HOME!!!! YAY!!!! Party Party Party for her @ Jericho Beach tomorrow night. Come on down!
Party Party Party Party Party Party for me on Friday night. Comment and leave an email for info. Especially J-Sun. And Ben.
From Proverbs...somewhere..
"The heart is foolish above all things; who can understand it?"
11.5.03
this weekend...
- i got a speeding ticket to the tune of $173 (not my favourite song).
- saturday it was really, really sunny.
- got my mum a cool present.
- Sunday morning, james and chris didn't show up. Guitar and bass, respectively.
- my bro played bass; liz and larry played violin.
- i got to play my gretsch. i had fun fiddling with the buttons to find the sound i wanted.
- i came home, ate hot dogs, and listenened to imr. Song 10...I forget the title...is my current favourite. I wish I could write like that.
The eNd.
p.s. ben's jazz band plays @ 'the hot jazz club' (now called 'mainstream' i believe) on main @ about 8pm. Come on out, yo. It's $5, all ages...blah blah blah.
- i got a speeding ticket to the tune of $173 (not my favourite song).
- saturday it was really, really sunny.
- got my mum a cool present.
- Sunday morning, james and chris didn't show up. Guitar and bass, respectively.
- my bro played bass; liz and larry played violin.
- i got to play my gretsch. i had fun fiddling with the buttons to find the sound i wanted.
- i came home, ate hot dogs, and listenened to imr. Song 10...I forget the title...is my current favourite. I wish I could write like that.
The eNd.
p.s. ben's jazz band plays @ 'the hot jazz club' (now called 'mainstream' i believe) on main @ about 8pm. Come on out, yo. It's $5, all ages...blah blah blah.
8.5.03
wow.
'of what was' is one of the most beautiful albums I've ever heard.
I fell asleep to it last night, close to tears.
Music is my language. I think it's so much a part of me, I don't even notice it sometimes. But it's a big part of how I see, experience, and live in the world. It's the universal language, apparently. That's what they tell me. It has power, for good or evil, depending. But for some it's a life force.
That's the sense I get in listening to imr's album.
Having heard the songs on crappy sound systems in venues with bad acoustics, and on good sound systems in better venues, but never getting the clarity a studio can produce, the album is awesome. It's beautiful.
Add all that onto being so proud of ash, andwer, steve and ryan, just as their friend--watching them work and practice and run after this thing they want, using the gifts they've been given--put it all together, and you've got me close to tears.
And so, I cry, with joy streaming down the creases made by time. Perhaps a heart jaded, through times of darkness faded, brought to light by grace...and hand held out in rescue.
And a few good tunes to keep the beat along the way.
'of what was' is one of the most beautiful albums I've ever heard.
I fell asleep to it last night, close to tears.
Music is my language. I think it's so much a part of me, I don't even notice it sometimes. But it's a big part of how I see, experience, and live in the world. It's the universal language, apparently. That's what they tell me. It has power, for good or evil, depending. But for some it's a life force.
That's the sense I get in listening to imr's album.
Having heard the songs on crappy sound systems in venues with bad acoustics, and on good sound systems in better venues, but never getting the clarity a studio can produce, the album is awesome. It's beautiful.
Add all that onto being so proud of ash, andwer, steve and ryan, just as their friend--watching them work and practice and run after this thing they want, using the gifts they've been given--put it all together, and you've got me close to tears.
And so, I cry, with joy streaming down the creases made by time. Perhaps a heart jaded, through times of darkness faded, brought to light by grace...and hand held out in rescue.
And a few good tunes to keep the beat along the way.
7.5.03
It was one of those moments you'll never forget. Or I'll never forget. Like seeing the Beatles on Ed Sullivan.
Hearing In Medias Res on the Fox.
11pm, May 6, 2003.
The DJ totally said their name wrong.
"This band is releasing their album tomorrow night @ Mesa Luna's...blah blah blah...'in madeas res'...phonetically it's 'in medias res', but pronounced 'in madeas res'. It's a latin term, too much for my caveman brain to handle. Anyway, from their upcoming release 'Of What Was', here is 'Wise Investor'...."
*strangely enough, this song was once titled 'radio friendly'*.
OH WoW!
It was so good! It IS so good!
And I'll remember I heard it with Pete (Grizzly Pete, that is), Laura Brook, Chris and Justin Nichols (farting like there was no tomorrow...eww....), and Chonger. In Pete's big, black Ford truck, outside Timmy Ho's, Marine Drive, North Van.
That's all folks.
P.S...to Ash, Andwer, STeve, Ryan (and all who helped you with this album too!) ... WOW! AMAZING! THe passion and intensity of the live, with the perfection possible only in studio.
I am so proud of you. I really am.
Hearing In Medias Res on the Fox.
11pm, May 6, 2003.
The DJ totally said their name wrong.
"This band is releasing their album tomorrow night @ Mesa Luna's...blah blah blah...'in madeas res'...phonetically it's 'in medias res', but pronounced 'in madeas res'. It's a latin term, too much for my caveman brain to handle. Anyway, from their upcoming release 'Of What Was', here is 'Wise Investor'...."
*strangely enough, this song was once titled 'radio friendly'*.
OH WoW!
It was so good! It IS so good!
And I'll remember I heard it with Pete (Grizzly Pete, that is), Laura Brook, Chris and Justin Nichols (farting like there was no tomorrow...eww....), and Chonger. In Pete's big, black Ford truck, outside Timmy Ho's, Marine Drive, North Van.
That's all folks.
P.S...to Ash, Andwer, STeve, Ryan (and all who helped you with this album too!) ... WOW! AMAZING! THe passion and intensity of the live, with the perfection possible only in studio.
I am so proud of you. I really am.
5.5.03
The Epic Weekend of May 3-5, 2003.
...As it was becoming Friday morning, I sat in Cafe Deux Soleils listening to the amazing Mark Berube, with Mike Liston on bass, and Mike Simpson on drums.
...Friday evening, Neal and I headed to Langley to get Nicole, speaking of our upcoming summer of Deckhand directing all the way.
...NICOLE!
...Back to my house to fill out her dts application.
...An insanely misguided search for the Sugar Refinery. We get there to hear Familly Man(n?) and the Parlour Steps (who were blowing the sound system to bits). Huzzah for the nachos!!!
...Saturday morning "sleep-in". I remember once during the night I rolled over and put my arm out...only to realize I'd hit Nicole in the head. Whooops.
...Bussing FOREVER to Granville, and then shopping!! HERE'S THE COOL PART!
me: 1 pair baby blue converse high tops (camouflage), 1 baby blue 3-row studded belt (the rock shop).
wallet: zero $$
stores: one happy customer.
...I took the skytrain for the 1st time in YEARS! Just from Granville to Waterfront Station.
...Richmond Center Mall for...banking and shopping for Joanna. But then...
...Old Navy SUCKED me in and got me to buy a green shirt...and then my mom bought me clamdiggers (blue) and a shirt (white and blue striped).
...Onto Transit where the score became...
me: 1 denim/leather bag 1/2 price!, 3 headbands (buy 2 get 1 free).
wallet: zero $$ (I'd refilled).
store: one VERY happy, fool...I mean customer.
...Sunday morning I led worship and had a great day driving the "new" 1984 hatchback, 2 door, "Hondamatic" Honda Civic belonging to ME...my dad, Joanna, Mum, and Ben. *sighs*. But I got to drive it!
OKAY that's all. imr CD release on Wednesday @ Mesa Luna's. Be there...or be...somewhere lame.
...As it was becoming Friday morning, I sat in Cafe Deux Soleils listening to the amazing Mark Berube, with Mike Liston on bass, and Mike Simpson on drums.
...Friday evening, Neal and I headed to Langley to get Nicole, speaking of our upcoming summer of Deckhand directing all the way.
...NICOLE!
...Back to my house to fill out her dts application.
...An insanely misguided search for the Sugar Refinery. We get there to hear Familly Man(n?) and the Parlour Steps (who were blowing the sound system to bits). Huzzah for the nachos!!!
...Saturday morning "sleep-in". I remember once during the night I rolled over and put my arm out...only to realize I'd hit Nicole in the head. Whooops.
...Bussing FOREVER to Granville, and then shopping!! HERE'S THE COOL PART!
me: 1 pair baby blue converse high tops (camouflage), 1 baby blue 3-row studded belt (the rock shop).
wallet: zero $$
stores: one happy customer.
...I took the skytrain for the 1st time in YEARS! Just from Granville to Waterfront Station.
...Richmond Center Mall for...banking and shopping for Joanna. But then...
...Old Navy SUCKED me in and got me to buy a green shirt...and then my mom bought me clamdiggers (blue) and a shirt (white and blue striped).
...Onto Transit where the score became...
me: 1 denim/leather bag 1/2 price!, 3 headbands (buy 2 get 1 free).
wallet: zero $$ (I'd refilled).
store: one VERY happy, fool...I mean customer.
...Sunday morning I led worship and had a great day driving the "new" 1984 hatchback, 2 door, "Hondamatic" Honda Civic belonging to ME...my dad, Joanna, Mum, and Ben. *sighs*. But I got to drive it!
OKAY that's all. imr CD release on Wednesday @ Mesa Luna's. Be there...or be...somewhere lame.
SASQUATCH Artists!
*Main Stage*
Coldplay
Flaming Lips
Jurassic 5
Modest Mouse
Neko Case
Death Cab For Cutie
Liz Phair
Jason Mraz
Maktub
Eisley
DJ Cherry Canoe
El Vez (master of ceremonies)
Circus Contraption
*Plaza Stage*
The Music
Calexico
My Morning Jacket
Joseph Arthur
Pedro the Lion
Sam Roberts
Kathleen Edwards
Ron Sexsmith
Minus the Bear
The Thermals
*Front Gate Stage*
Patrick Park
Reclinerland
Brandi Carlile
Audio Learning Center
The Pale
Damien Rice
*Main Stage*
Coldplay
Flaming Lips
Jurassic 5
Modest Mouse
Neko Case
Death Cab For Cutie
Liz Phair
Jason Mraz
Maktub
Eisley
DJ Cherry Canoe
El Vez (master of ceremonies)
Circus Contraption
*Plaza Stage*
The Music
Calexico
My Morning Jacket
Joseph Arthur
Pedro the Lion
Sam Roberts
Kathleen Edwards
Ron Sexsmith
Minus the Bear
The Thermals
*Front Gate Stage*
Patrick Park
Reclinerland
Brandi Carlile
Audio Learning Center
The Pale
Damien Rice
2.5.03
"Wookified musings" and "riting on the wall".
Not so brilliant, but they stuck out.
Where do people get the inspiration (or non inspiration) for their blog titles?
Last night I went to choir after work. It was fun. We're doing this Benjamin Britten song called "Jubilate Deo", and it's really good. @ rehearsal, Mr.Pullan (or perhaps he's Dr.Pullan?) went through the theory of the piece, key changes and such. That was cool.
Then I went to Kits for cereal (mm...dinner) and Bible study with Mikael and Megan. We went to Chapters to find a new Bible study...nada!
I realized I really wanted to hang with Liz and Mikael, so we went and got Liz, then drove to English Bay, found FREE parking BOOYAH! and watched the dwindling twilight.
*ring, ring*
Jo is calling! Mark Berube @ Cafe Deux Soleils...OKAY!
We go...it's awesome. Mark with Mike Liston on bass (RAH!!!), and Mike Simpson on drums (really good, but I don't know him).
I had a chai tea latte, and the really cute server guy seemed annoyed that I paid with a $20. It was all I had! Come ooon!
Anyway, I need to go.
Neal is calling.
Why!?
BECAUSE WE'RE DECKHAND DIRECTING TOGETHER THIS SUMMER!!!
ha ha ha ha ha...wow.
Not so brilliant, but they stuck out.
Where do people get the inspiration (or non inspiration) for their blog titles?
Last night I went to choir after work. It was fun. We're doing this Benjamin Britten song called "Jubilate Deo", and it's really good. @ rehearsal, Mr.Pullan (or perhaps he's Dr.Pullan?) went through the theory of the piece, key changes and such. That was cool.
Then I went to Kits for cereal (mm...dinner) and Bible study with Mikael and Megan. We went to Chapters to find a new Bible study...nada!
I realized I really wanted to hang with Liz and Mikael, so we went and got Liz, then drove to English Bay, found FREE parking BOOYAH! and watched the dwindling twilight.
*ring, ring*
Jo is calling! Mark Berube @ Cafe Deux Soleils...OKAY!
We go...it's awesome. Mark with Mike Liston on bass (RAH!!!), and Mike Simpson on drums (really good, but I don't know him).
I had a chai tea latte, and the really cute server guy seemed annoyed that I paid with a $20. It was all I had! Come ooon!
Anyway, I need to go.
Neal is calling.
Why!?
BECAUSE WE'RE DECKHAND DIRECTING TOGETHER THIS SUMMER!!!
ha ha ha ha ha...wow.
28.4.03
Blog title of the day..."clever title".
witty, no?
well, tomorrow is my audition.
TOMORROW IS MY AUDITION!?
Yikes. When did all that time go by.
Am I nervous? YES!
Weak in the knees? YOU BET!
Do I trust that God works all things together for the good of those who love him!? Yes, but I am lacking in peace. *sighs*.
So that's today's agenda. Spend time outside, in the sun, relaxing. Do some theory quizzing with my mum after she finishes work. Pray lots. Read my Bible, and ask God for peace.
There's a lullaby my parents used to sing to us when we were little. The chorus goes, "Peace, peace, I think I understand. Peace, peace, is holding Jesus' hand."
witty, no?
well, tomorrow is my audition.
TOMORROW IS MY AUDITION!?
Yikes. When did all that time go by.
Am I nervous? YES!
Weak in the knees? YOU BET!
Do I trust that God works all things together for the good of those who love him!? Yes, but I am lacking in peace. *sighs*.
So that's today's agenda. Spend time outside, in the sun, relaxing. Do some theory quizzing with my mum after she finishes work. Pray lots. Read my Bible, and ask God for peace.
There's a lullaby my parents used to sing to us when we were little. The chorus goes, "Peace, peace, I think I understand. Peace, peace, is holding Jesus' hand."
27.4.03
I had these 2 pictures from my friend Katy. They were taken on a road trip imr and friends took last summer. They went to Kelowna or Kamloops or something. I always get those 2 mixed up.
A month ago, or so, I noticed one of the pictures was missing from my wall. I was kind of mad about that. It was of Ryan F, Robbie T, Andwer and Julie sleeping on the floor.
This morning, I woke up feeling pretty happy. In my mirror, I saw the reflection of a picture of Christian Bale I have on my wall, and I was thinking about something Zoe said, and how CB reminds me of RF (or the other way around) and I glanced at my closet, where I have the other Katy picture, and SHOCK! It was gone! IT is gone!
SO FREAKIN' CREEPY!
This one is of Ryan F and Robbie T being "sexy". It's funny.
Somebody who I invited into my home, into my room has decided it would be fun to steal stuff from me, and mess with my CD's, and just generally...screw me over (albeit in minor ways).
That's really lame.
A month ago, or so, I noticed one of the pictures was missing from my wall. I was kind of mad about that. It was of Ryan F, Robbie T, Andwer and Julie sleeping on the floor.
This morning, I woke up feeling pretty happy. In my mirror, I saw the reflection of a picture of Christian Bale I have on my wall, and I was thinking about something Zoe said, and how CB reminds me of RF (or the other way around) and I glanced at my closet, where I have the other Katy picture, and SHOCK! It was gone! IT is gone!
SO FREAKIN' CREEPY!
This one is of Ryan F and Robbie T being "sexy". It's funny.
Somebody who I invited into my home, into my room has decided it would be fun to steal stuff from me, and mess with my CD's, and just generally...screw me over (albeit in minor ways).
That's really lame.
OH, and more than bringing a peace to the room, He brought peace to our hearts.
He calmed our anxiousness, stress, worry and fear.
God showed us his love, security, gentleness and authority.
I ended up missing a show Nicole built, and I'm missing imr @ the brickyard right now but the thing is this:
I know I spent the evening in the presence of the Holy One. Of my Father. And there is no place on earth I would rather be. To those I made promises to, and hence disappointed, I am deeply sorry. I hope you can understand and forgive me, even if you need to be mad for a while first. But I trust that our friendships run deep enough that you will understand, and know that it is never my intention to hurt you, reject you, insult you or make you feel unimportant.
I love you.
My Cap audition is on Tuesday, and I need to choreograph "Almost Like Being In Love" (Brigadoon) because it's a musical theatre piece! Part of that genre is dance and performance...Lord, grant me the grace and skill and talent and confidence to perform this piece, and to own the room when I sing it and "Take Me To A Green Isle".
Thank you for this opportunity, and for these gifts...I surrender them to you. Be with me. Give me peace in my heart (and my belly) to trust you.
in Jesus' name, Amen.
Hey blog readers. Thanks for praying with me. If you read and you don't believe, I hope you can respect that I do. Comment away, or don't.
I am now going to the land of Off-line. GOobahnite!
He calmed our anxiousness, stress, worry and fear.
God showed us his love, security, gentleness and authority.
I ended up missing a show Nicole built, and I'm missing imr @ the brickyard right now but the thing is this:
I know I spent the evening in the presence of the Holy One. Of my Father. And there is no place on earth I would rather be. To those I made promises to, and hence disappointed, I am deeply sorry. I hope you can understand and forgive me, even if you need to be mad for a while first. But I trust that our friendships run deep enough that you will understand, and know that it is never my intention to hurt you, reject you, insult you or make you feel unimportant.
I love you.
My Cap audition is on Tuesday, and I need to choreograph "Almost Like Being In Love" (Brigadoon) because it's a musical theatre piece! Part of that genre is dance and performance...Lord, grant me the grace and skill and talent and confidence to perform this piece, and to own the room when I sing it and "Take Me To A Green Isle".
Thank you for this opportunity, and for these gifts...I surrender them to you. Be with me. Give me peace in my heart (and my belly) to trust you.
in Jesus' name, Amen.
Hey blog readers. Thanks for praying with me. If you read and you don't believe, I hope you can respect that I do. Comment away, or don't.
I am now going to the land of Off-line. GOobahnite!
Tonight's house church was amazing.
I can't quite describe it, as words for the presence and healing work of God are futile.
I went in angry and frustrated, ready to give up or give in, or rain down judgement and then cry. But I gave all that over to God, and invited Him to work.
It's amazing how He knows just what to do. He brought such a peace upon the room, and brought us to humility and praise in a time of prayer.
May the blessings of the Lord be HEAPED upon your head, today and always.
love melinda.
I can't quite describe it, as words for the presence and healing work of God are futile.
I went in angry and frustrated, ready to give up or give in, or rain down judgement and then cry. But I gave all that over to God, and invited Him to work.
It's amazing how He knows just what to do. He brought such a peace upon the room, and brought us to humility and praise in a time of prayer.
May the blessings of the Lord be HEAPED upon your head, today and always.
love melinda.
25.4.03
I'm typing with Julianne sitting on my lap. Not an easy feat, let me tell you. It just puts your hands in an awkward awkward awkward typing position.
This morning I set out to do some theory after an hour or 2 of "napping", but then I woke up @ 1:54pm. YIKES!
I also awoke @ 11:45am because my dad came in, and I freaked out! I thought maybe I'd missed work, but I hadn't.
*phew*
The blog here seems to be attracting some scandal in the comments section. Isn't that weird!? Well, I think it's werid. It's a lot easier for me to be a jerk when I'm typing than in real life.
I think I get annoyed with greater ease over the 'net than in real life.
I guess I'm just not an internet kinda girl.
I don't suppose that's a bad thing, though.
The keyboard I'm using here @ work doesn't respond well to my hands. I have to type really hard to get the letters I want.
Grr.
Isn't life tough?
My Cap College audition is on Tuesday.
And I have a recital on Sunday.
And cousin Matthew is sleeping over tomorrow. We're going to Granville Island to buy beads.
Ta!
This morning I set out to do some theory after an hour or 2 of "napping", but then I woke up @ 1:54pm. YIKES!
I also awoke @ 11:45am because my dad came in, and I freaked out! I thought maybe I'd missed work, but I hadn't.
*phew*
The blog here seems to be attracting some scandal in the comments section. Isn't that weird!? Well, I think it's werid. It's a lot easier for me to be a jerk when I'm typing than in real life.
I think I get annoyed with greater ease over the 'net than in real life.
I guess I'm just not an internet kinda girl.
I don't suppose that's a bad thing, though.
The keyboard I'm using here @ work doesn't respond well to my hands. I have to type really hard to get the letters I want.
Grr.
Isn't life tough?
My Cap College audition is on Tuesday.
And I have a recital on Sunday.
And cousin Matthew is sleeping over tomorrow. We're going to Granville Island to buy beads.
Ta!
23.4.03
My dad is mad because our computer is...well, it's a mystery. (I'm only posting this because he's letting me use his laptop...he's so kind...and I am truly thankful).
The bad, baad, baaaaaaad thing is that ALL our income tax info is on that computer...and it's due to be sent in in just a few days.
We had the computer guy over to look @ the computer today, and he said he'd had to reinstall some drives???? and it was doing fine.
Stupid computer.
StOOOOOOpid!
That's it...it's the 2nd coming...the rapture...machines are failing us!!
NOOOOO!!!!
Hey does this mean we all leave the others behind soon?
The bad, baad, baaaaaaad thing is that ALL our income tax info is on that computer...and it's due to be sent in in just a few days.
We had the computer guy over to look @ the computer today, and he said he'd had to reinstall some drives???? and it was doing fine.
Stupid computer.
StOOOOOOpid!
That's it...it's the 2nd coming...the rapture...machines are failing us!!
NOOOOO!!!!
Hey does this mean we all leave the others behind soon?
I went to see a play tonight! (Live theatre, whaaat!?)
It was really good! "Pump Boys & Dinettes" @ Richmond's Gateway Theatre...I HIGHLY recommend it.
The premise....4 good lookin' guys working the gas pumps, 2 lovely ladies serving in the diner....and they all sing the blues like nobody's business.
It's sort of a musical reveue (sp?) of original 50's style tunes. So fun! And the bass player rules! His name is...Sam Shoichet. And the main guitarist, Tim Williams...dude has some serious chops.
And I mean...the lighting designer is named Itari Erdal...how the stink could you not go!?
It was really good! "Pump Boys & Dinettes" @ Richmond's Gateway Theatre...I HIGHLY recommend it.
The premise....4 good lookin' guys working the gas pumps, 2 lovely ladies serving in the diner....and they all sing the blues like nobody's business.
It's sort of a musical reveue (sp?) of original 50's style tunes. So fun! And the bass player rules! His name is...Sam Shoichet. And the main guitarist, Tim Williams...dude has some serious chops.
And I mean...the lighting designer is named Itari Erdal...how the stink could you not go!?
blog title of the day: celebrate entrophy.
so the really awesome sub named Jamie lives next to my dear friend Teddy...how weird is that?
Aaaand Kat is going to Japan tomorrow...okay, today. YIkes.
I need to find a way to and from the airport...well, confirm a way...anyway...
way too much way.
THE CANUCKS WON!!!!!!! 4-1, oh man they rule. Woohooo.
The funny thing is that I missed most of the goals watching other lamer Tuesday night tv shows.
Ah me.
That guy who plays Clark Kent on Smallville is really cute.
MY right eye is twitching...I think it has something to do with the bike riding...or maybe the lack of sleep...
Uuuh...I totally had more. My Calvin & Hobbes Collection is up to 5 books now...not too shabby. I have almost the whole "Serious of Unfortunate Events" series...rah.
My birthday is on May 16...ideas for you...
- Jack Johnson's new album.
- the Chili Peppers latest album.
- a sweet-o gortex jacket (b/c by that time I'll be accepted to Cap Music and I know I'll need one for all those rainy days on campus *wishful thinking? or trusting God's direction?*).
- money/dates for ear piercing.
- phone cards (for int'l calling).
- a plane ticket to Minnesota.
- words,words, words...cool books, journals, pens...or just words of love from you.
- a fleecey blanket...ikea style (orange or blue...or whatever's left...not white).
- umm...use your imagination...cheap fun stuff is cool...oh yeah, and be ready to have fun fun fun fun fun!!!!!
TOo much cheese makes my tummy sad.
I have to make scrambled eggs for daycare snack tomorrow...ugh. I may just go hardboiled (with the eggs, that is). APparently tomorrow's sub is a poopie one...not like amazing Jamie!
I told the friend my mum thought I was dating about that whole thing...apparently his parents said the same thing...but he and I agreed "no". Sweet.
It takes me 23 mins to bike home from work with lots of coasting and 1 drink stop. I can probably get it down to 15 mins.
A perfect 4th can be augmented or diminished, but there is no major or minor. I believe the same goes with the fifth? (thanks for clearing me up jo...lessons learned when I'm dead wrong seem to stick better).
With more repetetive ear training in the next week, and sight reading rthyms...I may just get it.
Pray pray pray pray pray pray...cuz there's lots going on in the world.
There may never be a better time than now.
so the really awesome sub named Jamie lives next to my dear friend Teddy...how weird is that?
Aaaand Kat is going to Japan tomorrow...okay, today. YIkes.
I need to find a way to and from the airport...well, confirm a way...anyway...
way too much way.
THE CANUCKS WON!!!!!!! 4-1, oh man they rule. Woohooo.
The funny thing is that I missed most of the goals watching other lamer Tuesday night tv shows.
Ah me.
That guy who plays Clark Kent on Smallville is really cute.
MY right eye is twitching...I think it has something to do with the bike riding...or maybe the lack of sleep...
Uuuh...I totally had more. My Calvin & Hobbes Collection is up to 5 books now...not too shabby. I have almost the whole "Serious of Unfortunate Events" series...rah.
My birthday is on May 16...ideas for you...
- Jack Johnson's new album.
- the Chili Peppers latest album.
- a sweet-o gortex jacket (b/c by that time I'll be accepted to Cap Music and I know I'll need one for all those rainy days on campus *wishful thinking? or trusting God's direction?*).
- money/dates for ear piercing.
- phone cards (for int'l calling).
- a plane ticket to Minnesota.
- words,words, words...cool books, journals, pens...or just words of love from you.
- a fleecey blanket...ikea style (orange or blue...or whatever's left...not white).
- umm...use your imagination...cheap fun stuff is cool...oh yeah, and be ready to have fun fun fun fun fun!!!!!
TOo much cheese makes my tummy sad.
I have to make scrambled eggs for daycare snack tomorrow...ugh. I may just go hardboiled (with the eggs, that is). APparently tomorrow's sub is a poopie one...not like amazing Jamie!
I told the friend my mum thought I was dating about that whole thing...apparently his parents said the same thing...but he and I agreed "no". Sweet.
It takes me 23 mins to bike home from work with lots of coasting and 1 drink stop. I can probably get it down to 15 mins.
A perfect 4th can be augmented or diminished, but there is no major or minor. I believe the same goes with the fifth? (thanks for clearing me up jo...lessons learned when I'm dead wrong seem to stick better).
With more repetetive ear training in the next week, and sight reading rthyms...I may just get it.
Pray pray pray pray pray pray...cuz there's lots going on in the world.
There may never be a better time than now.
21.4.03
from Mr.Billy Graham...
"The truth of Easter has more than historical implications. When its truth in all its wonder dawns on us, it is capable of transforming our individual lives and, in turn, our society. On Easter Sunday this year, thousands of people will go to church to hear sermons on the Resurrection; but how many actually believe that Christ is alive? What a difference it would make if they did! What a transformation would take place in our homes! What a difference there would be in our nation's deteriorating morals! What an increase of purpose and power in our lives, if we caught the wonder of the biblical declaration that Christ is alive today!"
"The truth of Easter has more than historical implications. When its truth in all its wonder dawns on us, it is capable of transforming our individual lives and, in turn, our society. On Easter Sunday this year, thousands of people will go to church to hear sermons on the Resurrection; but how many actually believe that Christ is alive? What a difference it would make if they did! What a transformation would take place in our homes! What a difference there would be in our nation's deteriorating morals! What an increase of purpose and power in our lives, if we caught the wonder of the biblical declaration that Christ is alive today!"
Notes on the weekend:
- imr is a good sounding band.
- I may never attempt a drive home from langley without sleep again.
- partypartyparty makes me tired.
- Erina's house is a good place to make new friends of old acquaintances.
- Kevin isn't actually all that intimidating, AND he's going to drive my tour bus (when he's not driving Ted's).
- Along with a bus driver, I've acquired a hair stylist, a make up artist, a wardrobe person, an organizer aaaand friends to put together shows with. (Jen, Lorea, Kelly, Erina, Anna and Laurel. Rah).
- Mikael makes good parties. With great music.
- Kat can make any hairstyle (even the fried ones) look good.
- Always set 2 alarms when you're trying to wake up after 4 or less hours of sleep.
- When you miss an early morning beach baptism, always say you were watching from the tree.
- Ally Clarke made me feel SO much better today ~ Tree.of.love
- Wow. I love chocolate.
- My cousin Matthew is so cute.
- $40 put more gas in Big Red than I thought it would.
- the smell of rain on spring ground makes me want to dance.
- imr is a good sounding band.
- I may never attempt a drive home from langley without sleep again.
- partypartyparty makes me tired.
- Erina's house is a good place to make new friends of old acquaintances.
- Kevin isn't actually all that intimidating, AND he's going to drive my tour bus (when he's not driving Ted's).
- Along with a bus driver, I've acquired a hair stylist, a make up artist, a wardrobe person, an organizer aaaand friends to put together shows with. (Jen, Lorea, Kelly, Erina, Anna and Laurel. Rah).
- Mikael makes good parties. With great music.
- Kat can make any hairstyle (even the fried ones) look good.
- Always set 2 alarms when you're trying to wake up after 4 or less hours of sleep.
- When you miss an early morning beach baptism, always say you were watching from the tree.
- Ally Clarke made me feel SO much better today ~ Tree.of.love
- Wow. I love chocolate.
- My cousin Matthew is so cute.
- $40 put more gas in Big Red than I thought it would.
- the smell of rain on spring ground makes me want to dance.
an excerpt from "The Museum Guard" by Howard Norman.
"...And in advance, we can almost feel it, can't we? And in that sense we are tensed for an experience we shall never have. Time is stopped. And this, dears, is what the Dutch critic L. Van Kellik called 'the infinite passion of expectation.' "
I especially liked that last bit, hence the italics.
I don't like the book much thus far...too much sex...and it's weird. Very Canadian. But the cover looks cool, and Joanna gave it to me for Christmas and so, I shall finish it.
"...And in advance, we can almost feel it, can't we? And in that sense we are tensed for an experience we shall never have. Time is stopped. And this, dears, is what the Dutch critic L. Van Kellik called 'the infinite passion of expectation.' "
I especially liked that last bit, hence the italics.
I don't like the book much thus far...too much sex...and it's weird. Very Canadian. But the cover looks cool, and Joanna gave it to me for Christmas and so, I shall finish it.
19.4.03
Thoughts of the day....
warm is good. I like warm. Like, warm weather. Sunshine, birds, fresh air...or warm muffins. Or bread. Or tea. Or bed.
I smell so very excellent today. Terry Mugler's (sp?) Angel..mmmm...designer perfume. Liz sprayed it on me last night, and it got on my bag and on my bracelets so wow...I smell good.
That weezy-boy kid is cool. He calls me melli-mel-mel (sometimes without the 2nd mel though. I mean, come on...let's not be excessive).
Friends who love you are good to have.
I was chatting with a friend online, and he is sometimes a jerk, or he seems like one. Or I just don't think he really wants to know me (what up insecurities, how's it going?). But the other night I wrote him a note, and today he said that totally blessed him, because just before I gave it to him, he was going to ask me to pray for him. And I wanted to pray for him, but wrote the note instead, and in fact, I'd been praying for him sort of under my breath throughout the night.
How crazy is that? God kinda brought everything together...like he's often known to do.
My feet are cold. I hate that. Hence, warm weather being good.
warm is good. I like warm. Like, warm weather. Sunshine, birds, fresh air...or warm muffins. Or bread. Or tea. Or bed.
I smell so very excellent today. Terry Mugler's (sp?) Angel..mmmm...designer perfume. Liz sprayed it on me last night, and it got on my bag and on my bracelets so wow...I smell good.
That weezy-boy kid is cool. He calls me melli-mel-mel (sometimes without the 2nd mel though. I mean, come on...let's not be excessive).
Friends who love you are good to have.
I was chatting with a friend online, and he is sometimes a jerk, or he seems like one. Or I just don't think he really wants to know me (what up insecurities, how's it going?). But the other night I wrote him a note, and today he said that totally blessed him, because just before I gave it to him, he was going to ask me to pray for him. And I wanted to pray for him, but wrote the note instead, and in fact, I'd been praying for him sort of under my breath throughout the night.
How crazy is that? God kinda brought everything together...like he's often known to do.
My feet are cold. I hate that. Hence, warm weather being good.
18.4.03
17.4.03
a few thoughts...
tonight, I went to a musical @ the school where I work (daycare). And, my mum is the musical director (yay mumsy!).
Vignette #1..
I was handing out programs when this sweet little chinese boy walks in with his dad. The boy was about a year old. He was walking along, fully in AWE of the pictures and paintings on the walls. He made me smile with his unabashed "wow"s and "aaaah"s.
The freedom of his expression was beautiful.
Vignette #2...
I was watching the musicals (How Does Your Garden Grow by John Jacobson and another dude), and during this one song, I just started crying. Maybe it was the lyrics, or seeing something my mum worked so hard @ being so amazing and appreciated, or seeing the grins on the kids' faces, the excitement...maybe it was my heartbreaking, knowing that not each one of those kids will always be treasured as the precious seeds they are...
But it was a real moment.
Vignette #3...(I'm pretty sure I've spelled that 'v' word wrong 3 times now...sorry English Prof)...
There was an autistic (@ least, I think that's what he's got going on) boy standing in front of me (he was performing). And while this boy doesn't communicate especially well, he knew all the words to all the songs, and sang with a lovely, clear voice.
It got me thinking about music therapy.
and my future.
I think I'm excited.
tonight, I went to a musical @ the school where I work (daycare). And, my mum is the musical director (yay mumsy!).
Vignette #1..
I was handing out programs when this sweet little chinese boy walks in with his dad. The boy was about a year old. He was walking along, fully in AWE of the pictures and paintings on the walls. He made me smile with his unabashed "wow"s and "aaaah"s.
The freedom of his expression was beautiful.
Vignette #2...
I was watching the musicals (How Does Your Garden Grow by John Jacobson and another dude), and during this one song, I just started crying. Maybe it was the lyrics, or seeing something my mum worked so hard @ being so amazing and appreciated, or seeing the grins on the kids' faces, the excitement...maybe it was my heartbreaking, knowing that not each one of those kids will always be treasured as the precious seeds they are...
But it was a real moment.
Vignette #3...(I'm pretty sure I've spelled that 'v' word wrong 3 times now...sorry English Prof)...
There was an autistic (@ least, I think that's what he's got going on) boy standing in front of me (he was performing). And while this boy doesn't communicate especially well, he knew all the words to all the songs, and sang with a lovely, clear voice.
It got me thinking about music therapy.
and my future.
I think I'm excited.
16.4.03
Today we had a staff meeting. 3 center staffs, 1 coordinator, a bag of bagels, a package of cream cheese, a few big blueberry muffins, 12 little cinnamon buns, 1 carton of orange juice, an assortment of dishes, several trees worth of paper...
AND FRICKIN' 2 FRICKIN' HOURS OF THE MOST FRUSTRATING FRICKIN' POINTLESS NON-LISTENING "DISCUSSION" EVER!!!!
Argh.
Please God, let me work @ Keats this summer. Much more YMCA and my head may in fact explode.
Or I'll have a heart attack or a stroke or something horrible...
Spontaneous Combustion...something it just doesn't seem so bad.
AND FRICKIN' 2 FRICKIN' HOURS OF THE MOST FRUSTRATING FRICKIN' POINTLESS NON-LISTENING "DISCUSSION" EVER!!!!
Argh.
Please God, let me work @ Keats this summer. Much more YMCA and my head may in fact explode.
Or I'll have a heart attack or a stroke or something horrible...
Spontaneous Combustion...something it just doesn't seem so bad.
Isn't it weird when your mom asks you if you're dating someone...and you're totally not, and not going to, but it lends a certain je ne sais quois to the friendship....
And anytime he's over, your mom gives you funny looks...and you start to wonder if you should just date him, since your mom thinks he's so great....
My mom is great. Let's get that straight. But...ARRRRGH!
It's kind of frustrating and awkward in an inside joke kind of way....
And anytime he's over, your mom gives you funny looks...and you start to wonder if you should just date him, since your mom thinks he's so great....
My mom is great. Let's get that straight. But...ARRRRGH!
It's kind of frustrating and awkward in an inside joke kind of way....
15.4.03
okay this is crazy.
April 15, 2002.
- Frank Naea came back to RTO and spoke to my dts...again!
- I went to yet another doctor for my ear infections.
- Anneliese and I prayed for each other.
- Elisa and I made teriyaki something for dinner.
- Harold Street Boys shaved off part of their camping-facial-hair, and became the dirtiest bunch of used car salesman, sleezeballs and disco kings you or I ever saw.
April 15, 2002.
- Frank Naea came back to RTO and spoke to my dts...again!
- I went to yet another doctor for my ear infections.
- Anneliese and I prayed for each other.
- Elisa and I made teriyaki something for dinner.
- Harold Street Boys shaved off part of their camping-facial-hair, and became the dirtiest bunch of used car salesman, sleezeballs and disco kings you or I ever saw.
14.4.03
10.4.03
Moments of BRILLIANCE (aka quotations) from "Sunday on the Rocks"!!
*in as close to chronological order as I can recall*
"If she's going to inflict wicker on us, she'll just have to deal with the consequences." ~ Elly
"What's the point of drinking in the morning if you're not going to tell the truth!?" ~ Elly
"Argh! You know what your problem is Richardson!? YOU'RE NEUROTIC!!!" ~ Jen
"Hitler's such a conversation stopper. No, I'm serious, everytime things get messy someone says, 'Well, what about Hitler?', and everybody shuts up." ~ Gayle
"What would you do with a baby!? You could try raising it, you moron. People do it all the time." ~ Gayle
"What's the exact right answering machine?"....
"One that's made of wicker, of course." ~ Elly & Gayle
"Who's gonna say no to macaroni and cheese!?" ~ Elly
"Hey I'm Canadian. We're a nation of adolescents." ~ Elly
" *in 50's woman voice* The diaphragm, if used correctly, is 98% successful. Well, meet Miss.2%." ~ Elly
"I just pulled a knife on my roommate! That is NO way to behave!" ~ Elly
"Yeah, she heard you. You pull a life, everybody listens." ~ Jen
"You attacked me!"...
"It wasn't a sharp knife!" ~ Jessica & Elly
"Real rent. My God. Do you think we're capable of real rent?" ~ Jen
Oookay....funny stuff. Well...funny to me. And Liz.
*in as close to chronological order as I can recall*
"If she's going to inflict wicker on us, she'll just have to deal with the consequences." ~ Elly
"What's the point of drinking in the morning if you're not going to tell the truth!?" ~ Elly
"Argh! You know what your problem is Richardson!? YOU'RE NEUROTIC!!!" ~ Jen
"Hitler's such a conversation stopper. No, I'm serious, everytime things get messy someone says, 'Well, what about Hitler?', and everybody shuts up." ~ Gayle
"What would you do with a baby!? You could try raising it, you moron. People do it all the time." ~ Gayle
"What's the exact right answering machine?"....
"One that's made of wicker, of course." ~ Elly & Gayle
"Who's gonna say no to macaroni and cheese!?" ~ Elly
"Hey I'm Canadian. We're a nation of adolescents." ~ Elly
" *in 50's woman voice* The diaphragm, if used correctly, is 98% successful. Well, meet Miss.2%." ~ Elly
"I just pulled a knife on my roommate! That is NO way to behave!" ~ Elly
"Yeah, she heard you. You pull a life, everybody listens." ~ Jen
"You attacked me!"...
"It wasn't a sharp knife!" ~ Jessica & Elly
"Real rent. My God. Do you think we're capable of real rent?" ~ Jen
Oookay....funny stuff. Well...funny to me. And Liz.
some people have really stupid blog names.
"my life"
"my so-called life"
"the world of..."
"the ... show"
"inside my brain"
"what i have to say"
" *weird little chinese letters* "
I'm thankful to have friends with good blog names.
"the in medias res blog"
"stop trying to be clever and just be you"
"i dig groovy bass lines"
"[::..a blog, and how!..:;]"
"a meaningless movement: a moviescript ending"
and so on, and so forth.
side note: don't write impassioned emails at night...it's stupid. because you say stupid things, and aren't sure what it is you're regretting when you wake up in the morning.
side note 2: I think the "splint" I wear @ night to keep me from grinding my teeth is giving me headaches.
ouch.
"my life"
"my so-called life"
"the world of..."
"the ... show"
"inside my brain"
"what i have to say"
" *weird little chinese letters* "
I'm thankful to have friends with good blog names.
"the in medias res blog"
"stop trying to be clever and just be you"
"i dig groovy bass lines"
"[::..a blog, and how!..:;]"
"a meaningless movement: a moviescript ending"
and so on, and so forth.
side note: don't write impassioned emails at night...it's stupid. because you say stupid things, and aren't sure what it is you're regretting when you wake up in the morning.
side note 2: I think the "splint" I wear @ night to keep me from grinding my teeth is giving me headaches.
ouch.
9.4.03
I find that if I do the blog rounds before I post on my own, I use all my daily wit on comments...
*sighs*
...can somebody "out there" please burn and give to me a copy of Wilco's "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot"? Mine is gone fo sho...
though I do get the sense I lent (sp?) it to somebody...somewhere....but I didn't write it down in my music lover's journal...
TONIGHT @ 8PM @ the WATERFRONT THEATRE...
"Sunday on the Rocks"
a play by Theresa Rbeck
featuring: Christine Anton (my voice teacher!)
Tara Goerzen
Jullie Sinclair
Dal Yagan
$12/students
$15/adults
***2-for-1 WEDNESDAYS***
Runs to April 12.
call me (if you know me) if you want to come (I'm going tonight) or to find out more.
*sighs*
...can somebody "out there" please burn and give to me a copy of Wilco's "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot"? Mine is gone fo sho...
though I do get the sense I lent (sp?) it to somebody...somewhere....but I didn't write it down in my music lover's journal...
TONIGHT @ 8PM @ the WATERFRONT THEATRE...
"Sunday on the Rocks"
a play by Theresa Rbeck
featuring: Christine Anton (my voice teacher!)
Tara Goerzen
Jullie Sinclair
Dal Yagan
$12/students
$15/adults
***2-for-1 WEDNESDAYS***
Runs to April 12.
call me (if you know me) if you want to come (I'm going tonight) or to find out more.
8.4.03
*just in case you don't read this blog, here's something I just posted there.
I had my camera with me this weekend, hoping to capture a few beautiful snapshots of time.
You know that John Mayer song, "3x5"? It's a gooder. All about...
you should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes
it brought me back to life
you'll be with my next time i go outside
no more 3x5's.
I heard that song shortly after my "triumphant" return from Australia. As I sat looking @ my 24 rolls of pictures (and grimacing @ just how much the development would cost me), and then as I sat thumbing through them all, i realized how many dozens of moments didn't come out the way I wanted them to, how many I can't actually remember seeing, how many out-of-lens-focus panoramas did I miss, how many smiles, how many subtle shifts in body movement, eye focus, sunlight, geckos chirping did I miss because I was too busy changing my film, or keeping my view inside the camera.
Surprising isn't it?
Even @ Rock Garden, where taking notes is more beneficial for me than listening, because I actually remember what Rikk says; during the final moments, I discipline myself to just listen and receive. To note the quiet passion and insistance and beauty and intensity and emotion in his voice; things my pen can't capture through its last-minute "did you get that reference?" scribblings.
And even here @ work...years from now, will I wish even for the FAAAAAAAAAAAK!!! moments, where I just wanted to strangle one of these kids? Will I yearn for the tears, the kicking, screaming, fighting, tattling, alongside smiles, hugs, silly jokes, make-believe, and snacks?
Or will I just fade away?
A wise friend told me something once...not to look @ life as a year long, or month long, or week long or even day-long experience, but to look at each moment, and not even preparing yourself to remember it, but just to be there.
Sure, take notes, mental and physical, remember things, video tape, take pictures, but don't rely on those things to be the entirety of your life experience.
The evidence of these things will be unseen, but known as you change and grow and become...
you.
I had my camera with me this weekend, hoping to capture a few beautiful snapshots of time.
You know that John Mayer song, "3x5"? It's a gooder. All about...
you should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes
it brought me back to life
you'll be with my next time i go outside
no more 3x5's.
I heard that song shortly after my "triumphant" return from Australia. As I sat looking @ my 24 rolls of pictures (and grimacing @ just how much the development would cost me), and then as I sat thumbing through them all, i realized how many dozens of moments didn't come out the way I wanted them to, how many I can't actually remember seeing, how many out-of-lens-focus panoramas did I miss, how many smiles, how many subtle shifts in body movement, eye focus, sunlight, geckos chirping did I miss because I was too busy changing my film, or keeping my view inside the camera.
Surprising isn't it?
Even @ Rock Garden, where taking notes is more beneficial for me than listening, because I actually remember what Rikk says; during the final moments, I discipline myself to just listen and receive. To note the quiet passion and insistance and beauty and intensity and emotion in his voice; things my pen can't capture through its last-minute "did you get that reference?" scribblings.
And even here @ work...years from now, will I wish even for the FAAAAAAAAAAAK!!! moments, where I just wanted to strangle one of these kids? Will I yearn for the tears, the kicking, screaming, fighting, tattling, alongside smiles, hugs, silly jokes, make-believe, and snacks?
Or will I just fade away?
A wise friend told me something once...not to look @ life as a year long, or month long, or week long or even day-long experience, but to look at each moment, and not even preparing yourself to remember it, but just to be there.
Sure, take notes, mental and physical, remember things, video tape, take pictures, but don't rely on those things to be the entirety of your life experience.
The evidence of these things will be unseen, but known as you change and grow and become...
you.
part 2...I still can't find *stoopid* wilco-yankee hotel foxtrot. I can't imagine where it might be...I've checked behind my furnitures a million times...(okay, maybe 7).
neither has the awol picture of ryanandwerrobbiet surfaced, though crazy james supposes ryan is, in fact, the culprit...
daycare is alright today. lots of the kids missed me while I was shadowing jo @ cap yesterday....
there's nothing quite like receiving the affections of puppies and small children...
neither has the awol picture of ryanandwerrobbiet surfaced, though crazy james supposes ryan is, in fact, the culprit...
daycare is alright today. lots of the kids missed me while I was shadowing jo @ cap yesterday....
there's nothing quite like receiving the affections of puppies and small children...
6.4.03
hey hey...
I'm @ amazing Erina's house to "sleep" over. Hopefully we'll get some sleeping done. I'm really exhausted.
Today didn't rule or rock my caz(s?)bah. Not really, no.
The cool, or comforting, thing is that God is so constant. More and more He is the rock on which I stand...or kneel...or stumble towards.
How can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?
Can you tell me how could it be any better than this?
~lifehouse.
I'm @ amazing Erina's house to "sleep" over. Hopefully we'll get some sleeping done. I'm really exhausted.
Today didn't rule or rock my caz(s?)bah. Not really, no.
The cool, or comforting, thing is that God is so constant. More and more He is the rock on which I stand...or kneel...or stumble towards.
How can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?
Can you tell me how could it be any better than this?
~lifehouse.
3.4.03
2.4.03
31.3.03
29.3.03
27.3.03
26.3.03
25.3.03
*ahem*
I'm back from Mexico now.
With a sunburn, and sudden cravings for: mouth-burning flavour, chicken, sunshine, hugs...more photo opportunities that one can imagine, the sound of spanish in my ears (and the beginnings of understanding), a drier climate, shorts, chilly showers...a killer exchange rate, bumpy bus rides and the thrill of picking bugs out of my oatmeal.
Yes. It was a good trip. And I believe...the beginnings of a new chapter in my life, the magnitude of which I cannot grasp or define.
I'm back from Mexico now.
With a sunburn, and sudden cravings for: mouth-burning flavour, chicken, sunshine, hugs...more photo opportunities that one can imagine, the sound of spanish in my ears (and the beginnings of understanding), a drier climate, shorts, chilly showers...a killer exchange rate, bumpy bus rides and the thrill of picking bugs out of my oatmeal.
Yes. It was a good trip. And I believe...the beginnings of a new chapter in my life, the magnitude of which I cannot grasp or define.
11.3.03
STUFF THAT HAS GONE MISSING FROM MY ROOM
(and I want it all back).
* CD-- Wilco, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (did I loan this out? Or just misplace it...ooh...maybe my bro has it. I'll ask him).
* photo-- of Ryaneph, Andwer, Robbie T, and Julie (in the background). Snatched from my wall...*
* photo-- of me, Rachael Bingham, and Dave Phillips, chillin' @ camp...taken from my closet door, and replaced with another photo...(not so mysterious, because of the pic left in it's place, but I thought I'd give a shout out on the beelog anyway).
LAAAAME!!!
If anybody knows where this stuff is, I'd be stoked if you told me, or just got it back.
(and I want it all back).
* CD-- Wilco, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (did I loan this out? Or just misplace it...ooh...maybe my bro has it. I'll ask him).
* photo-- of Ryaneph, Andwer, Robbie T, and Julie (in the background). Snatched from my wall...*
* photo-- of me, Rachael Bingham, and Dave Phillips, chillin' @ camp...taken from my closet door, and replaced with another photo...(not so mysterious, because of the pic left in it's place, but I thought I'd give a shout out on the beelog anyway).
LAAAAME!!!
If anybody knows where this stuff is, I'd be stoked if you told me, or just got it back.
