29.12.03

pick that up.

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.

?

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

22.12.03

my
eyes
hurt

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).

19.12.03

IF ONLY ZOE'S BLOG HAD COMMENTS...

what a world it would be.

to read more, click here.

melinda's 1984 hondamatic civic pulls up.

click to read more...
write the real phrase if you can.

muahahaa.

fnuny

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but the wrod as a wlohe.

18.12.03

mikael's in mexico.

let's hope she makes it back safely.
"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....)

*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.

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."

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...

oh man.

take my credit card away.
cut it up, lock it up, hide it away so I can never use it again.
seriously.

11.12.03

last night I took my mum to her Christmas present: Stuart McLean and the Vinyl Cafe LIVE @ the Orpheum.

It was awesome.


(just thought you'd like to know. Tune in to the Vinyl Cafe on CBC Radio 2, Saturdays @ 10:30am *i think* 105.7am. Or come over and listen with me).

:)

7.12.03

WHAT KIND OF A PERSON DOESN'T LIKE THE MUPPETS???
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.

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.

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.

1.12.03

GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

If I fail the paper, I'll still do well in the class.

BUT GGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG!!!!

so frustrated.