i'm sailing away...

I'll be @ keats for the weekend.

So if you need me, call me...and I'll be back on sunday.

yes....a weekend on a rainy island with the wildings, dave ward, my asap mates....and a whole lot of Baroque era music in my ears.

Ah ha. Ha Ha.

Ich-laut!

retro thursday.

2 years ago today....

I worked at Mitchell YMCA.

I napped.

I went with Nicole to see Dashboard Confessional in Seattle.

I drooled over Chris Carabba's guitar player. Johnny.

I nearly fell asleep driving home.

I raked fallen leaves.

Mikael and Jessica came over (2 years ago tomorrow). I think they told me that I deserved better than the boy I liked at the time. (I think they were right. I hope they like the new one when they meet him).

Huh. 2 years ago seems like far away.

I'll symphonie your fantastique.

WELL WELL WELL.

I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL NOW!

AIIIIIYA.

I WISH THAT I HAD NO MORALS (okay, not really) BECAUSE THEN I COULD BUY MY TERMS PAPERS OFF THE INTERNET AND I WOULDN'T HAVE TO WRITE THEM.

yeaaaaaaaaaaaah right.

world without hunger

We shall see if html talk works in the title line.

I've got a new mix CD care of JO! to listen to in the car tomorrow.

WOOTED.

Also...a date. Heh. Well..maybe not a date. But we're definitely hanging out tomorrow night which means I have to get hella homework done all day. *sighs*.

I'll keep all ya'll posted.

Oh yes. Hejira @ the Railway club tomorrow @ 9.30pm. $8. Go. Go. GO and dance.
Or kiss a frog.

;)

am I cool!?!

APPARENTLY....I did something cool, but I don't know what it was!!!


Ooh and...shout out to Leigh. You're my best opposite EVER.

ready for bed. now.

I'm so scared of being alone
that I forget which house I live in
and it's not my job to wait by the phone
for him to call.

just a little caedmon's call there for you kids. Yep.

Well. Apparently you're only REALLY COOL now if you have 2 pairs of glasses! Seriously folks...it's the only truly well-accessorised way to go.
I mean....what would you ever do if you were trying to be elegant, but your glasses were TOTALLY caj? Aiiiyyyeee. Thank goodness for excess.

and Chef Boyardee.

sancta maria!

Well, well, well. After a morning full of latin (and the after effects of much curry goodness) I am home again, if only for a titch, before I rush off to the world of ice cream and Tim's birthday.

Like I said, my life is CRAZY.

AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I lost my scarf. Long, striped, BRIGHTLY coloured...save it if you can. I miss the darn thing.

i have love for you

New music came in the mail today.
The weight of the charges on my visa card come to rest upon my shoulders and my bank account.

ah ha ha ha...

but at least the music will be good.

best day ever

Life can be a little bit messy sometimes, like my desk. A MESS! But once in a while a day comes along that is just perfect.
Like today, for example.
Breakfast with Jenny B, which was so sweet. Then as I got ready to go to school, Shannon called...it was going to be impossible to get into North Van, so we went for a 2 hour walk & talk in English Bay!
Then I bought pants and came home.

That doesn't really express the goodness of the day though. It was sweet, and crisp, and bright, and everything excellent about fall. I think I appreciated it more because I'm so busy most of the time. The occasion to just enjoy a day and time with a good friend is so rare, and when it came...hallelujah!

Well. The goodness now extends into an evening of reading. wooted. No Wonder Years for me after all.
Maybe it's all for the best.

if cell phones give you cancer...should this be in my pocket?

hey.
i'm eating a buster bar (from dairy queen).

so good.

the only problem thus far with even liking a BOY bass player in the jazz program is....i never see him! it's almost impossible. our classes conflict like pea coat with a mud puddle. so...i just end up feeling anxious all day.
what a waste of time.

no more anxiousness.










there. that was...easy.

not wearing pants.

I was driving home from north van tonight, when I passed a rather upsetting church sign.
it read: there is no second chance to make a good first impression.

true enough, but herein lies the upset...
The church is meant to be a place of GRACE. A place where you are accepted, loved, forgiven before you ask for it. A place to know that there is nothing you can do to change that God absolutely adores you, warts and all.
Yet, here is this church, broadcasting UNgrace. Screw this up, and you're done for. There's no trying again. So you'd better get it right the first time.

devastating.


Maybe it was just a catchy phrase to put upon the sign, but that almost worsens the insult. If a church is just another place for everyday cliches and maxims, why bother?
There is so much more that needs to be made known than the propensity for failure.

on my...er...mind.

there's a bass player @ school who i like maybe more than i should during midterm time.

a boy bass player, to clarify.

i just don't know. my heart's all a flutter.
and my words are all jumbled up.

he loves me, he loves me...not?

hello.

Hi. My name is Melinda. I'm Abba's daughter, and He loves me.

HE LOVES ME!!!!




how was your weekend?

weekend of...peace.

this is sweet relief

i'll be listening to Brennan Manning in Victoria this weekend. A very exciting prospect.
i hope yours goes well too.

God bless.

m.

party of huh!?

Do you remember Charlie from party of five?
He was the eldest brother of 5 orphaned children. Strong, good-looking, silent. Just trying to do his best to keep them together, usually screwing up along the way, but in a very...loving way. Very cliche, very tv...it was a great series.

Tonight, I was watching tv (after my post-school-skip-small-group-hour-nap), and I came upon Pippin..or Merry...one of the hobbits! He's on a show about a plane wreck's survivors..."lost". ANYWAY....there was a man on the show, looked very familiar (blue eyes that go pop!), and I couldn't place him. Then I pictured him with a mid-90's style mullet...and it was....CHARLIE!!!

HE's back!

woot.

Hygelac? Hrothgar? Heremod?

i'm almost done my essay.
almost...done..my...essay.

almosy...don...e....my...ess......a...y.

might go hear brennan manning speak in Victoria on the weekend.
sweet action!

oh no. don't start that again.

"thanksgiving weekend. i'll bring all my books home and get lots of work done. i'll write my essay, and learn my pmi songs, and read all my history textbook material. then, i'll bake a turkey, and a pie, and join a bible study, and do all the errands i've had on my mind for weeks. it'll be so great and relaxing (in the end)."

*ahem*

i am slowly going crazy, 1-2-3-4-5-6, switch!
crazy going slowly am i 6-5-4-3-2-1, switch!

i am...crazy going slowly 645321 swatch
slowly crazy am i going 453261 swutch...




help.

turkey gobble gobble

hey ya'll.
happy turkey feats!
yes feats. how is it possible for one person to eat so much food!?

but feasts as well.

i gotta go eat my cousins...i mean, eat pie WITH them.


heh.

bye.

turkey gobble gobble

hey ya'll.
happy turkey feats!
yes feats. how is it possible for one person to eat so much food!?

but feasts as well.

i gotta go eat my cousins...i mean, eat pie WITH them.


heh.

bye.

tea for two, but three...for..tea..

just enough tea to go around.

i've been groovin' to the sounds of 'sunday mornin' by maroon5.

makes me happy.

i have to write a paper this weekend. and i must remember that i have a huge term paper due (i almost wrote dew there) in a few weeks. Alessandro Scarlatti. i think i will write it autobiographically (that's allowed), as if i were working with a librettist (opera story writer), writing an opera about my own life. could be excellent. gives me a chance to talk about his work, the time he lived in, people he interacted with....how life correlates with music...

ahhh.

if only i can remember to do it.

appogiatura?

just going to bed now.

2-freakin'-am.

wow.

at least my theory homework is done.

4-3 sustained anticipation.

yeaaaaaaaaaaaah right.

i'm so loved.

tonight @ asap, we talked about adoption. not just earthly adoption, but also the fact that God's adopted us, become our Father. Abba, Daddy.

what struck me is this...adoption is more than birth parents not wanting or being able to keep their child. it is also the desire and the longing of the adoptive parents to have a child. the "unwanted" or "unexpected" child is longed for before it is even born.

from the depths of the hallway of toxic mold, monster bugs, and dust...I write to you.

I left my house late this morning..maybe @ 7.55am. I knew I'd be late for school, but figured that I'd be there by about 8.40am, no big loss.

Half an hour later, when I was sitting in my car, stagnant and frustrated on an on-ramp, I thought how silly that assumption had been.

Twenty minutes later, coming off of that ramp, I was pissed off.

Ten minutes later, when somebody honked at me as I turned right, INTO THE SPACE he'd indicated he was leaving for me, I swore audibly.

Twenty minutes later when I got to school...I beat up my locker.

cell phone rings again.

AHHHHHHHH!!!
SO MUCH TO DO!!!

LEARN LEARN LEARN LEARN LEARN knowitall for the midterm LEARN LEARN LEARN LEARN LEARN

learning to be less awkward

Tonight I went to a friend's engagement party. WOOT! I was excited to go, to be invited, but also very nervous. The same nervousness that grabs you when you walk into the cafeteria in high school, looking for a place to sit. Most of the reason why I never ate in my cafeteria. And why I still don't.

...


I was nervous tonight, and so to avoid going I had a shower, shaved my legs (so smooth!), I ate dinner slowly...then finally, it was time. I had to get in my car and go. Unsure as to where in the city the address was, I went out of my way to find out, eventually navigating my way to the house.
I walked up the front walk, the stairs, all decorated with tealights, shimmering so beautifully in the darkness. The first face I saw was my friend's (such a comfort!!), and he invited me in. As I scanned the crowd for familiar faces, I found none.

Not a one.

All my mutual friends had copped out...well, all but 1 as the evening would prove.
*sighs*
So, I set about the task of meeting new people! *shiver*.

It worked! 3 or 4 really solid, conversations! I stayed 2 hours later than I thought, without the usual temptation of "oh, my friends are here".

Wow.

Either I looked really hot tonight, or I'm getting way better at socialising.

ugh.

the week is nearly done.
homework's just begun
to pile upon my weary head
still filled with pains of headache--oh dread
i the night
for if i cannot sleep
aching restlessness will carry me
to dreams of wandering sheep.