FYI

Just so everybody knows...
"balling" and "bawling" do not mean the same thing.
bawling means CRYING.
balling means...whatever....I don't know. But not crying.

got it? good.

ooooh! so cuuuuuuuuuute!

don't crush the little ones.

reflections on moon over water.

on the ferry:
chai tea (venti): no real taste, but very real warmth. i burnt my tonsil scar.
funny couple from u.vic: ORANGERED SWEATER!!!!
percussion major: playing with mallets.
sleeping guy: muttering in his chair.
couple behind me: reading through a map of vancouver, "pacific center, cordova....cordova, robson, pender..."

at the audition:
lots of friends: jen t.rex andrei tex luke = not so alone.
first song: should've brought my repetoire list. porgi amor WAY TOO SLOW.
second song: better.
third song: oh no! not the purcell...oh well.

china town:
parking a mile away: tips on parallel respect.
chinese food: not so sketchy?
bubble tea: sour-style = no milk.

2 days in victoria:
money spent. time spent. hugs given and received. a tin of tea. a rush of love. time to pray is peace.

arriving home: safe.
jonathon gets hit by a car...alive, and a little less well. my heart: pangs.

post: le fin.

spring is spree...

I went shopping today!
Oakridge....sucked me in.

Lots of new green and pink things...debuting soon.

one down, one to go.

I just got back from a run.

whooeee.

my weekly workout schedule is shaping up to be:
mon: run
tue: curves
wed: run
thu: curves
fri: run
sat: run/curves
sun: REST.

something like that. it's a little bit crazy, but for some reason, it's what I want to do.

sprnany

I...need something. Help?

There's a lot in my head. I need to talk to someone. I guess you'll do.

I hate it when I go to write an email to a friend, and I'm nervous. It takes me forever, because I want it to sound just write. Because I'm afraid that if I say the wrong thing, or I make my expectations known...I'll only be let down.

Then again, I called a friend today, left a message...and when he called back, all my fears were put to rest. He's a dear.

I think my period's coming. School's done, and I miss my friends. Running's going well, but tonight I stayed in and ate ice cream and napped and watched tv...and I can't even enjoy it. I feel so guilty. Like I'm letting somebody down, and I'm not being good enough.
I haven't been singing, and I've got an audition on Friday.
I'm afraid to love the people I care about most, because I hate getting hurt. I'm so hit by this fear that...

I don't know. I don't know where this is coming from. It's old stuff. And it's all in my head, just jumbling around.

I miss being in a Bible study, I miss weekly checking in. I miss knowing exactly who to call when tears are welling up, or fears, or sadness...or joy.

So that's me today. :)

even if i'm sunburned...

i just read that a teaspoon of moisturizer is a good amount to put on your face.

a teaspoon!?

oh wait...is that the really little spoons?

mmm...okay. well, maybe. but still...it seems like a lot. I just dip my finger in my moisturizer, then dab it on my face, then rub it in. nowhere NEAR a teaspoon.

huh.

today was awesome. afternoon in the sun by the water with emily & tea guy. sidewalk talk with ash & thea. love time with mikael & ben. tea time with mikael & ben & zoe & chonger & roger & ash. & tea guy (obviously!).

*sighs*

so much for feeling lonely!

argh.

I "worked" today. 7.30am-4.30pm, mostly spent reading old issues of Rolling Stone magazine.

Ugh.

I had a hazelnut latte, and some hot h2o with Irish Cream syrup...

pardon me if I feel slightly nauseated.

un bon vin blanc

shout out to LD and the nasalized vowels.

so i just got a new credit card...and i signed the back.
and i figure...it's like getting a new driver's license picture. you want it to look good, but inevitably, you look like an idiot.
same with signing cards. you think, "i can write! i can print! i've used a pen! this'll be easy"...but, once again, you inevitably look stoopid.

gah.

i wasn't joking.

oooooooh. Am I ever paying for yesterday's burst of exercise. Whoooeee. Ouch.

In other news, a quote from Zaboomafoo: "I've got it all figured out! A happy lemur day cake! Let's dance on it, and then eat it later!"

Also, a warm welcome to the new! pope, Benedict XVI.



I had a gross dream last night. Today will be spent, trying to remove it from my mind. Blech.

Oh yes, and a B+ in english is mine. woot?

here we go!

Saucony. That is my new running shoe brand. Something about a wiremeshgrid...
they were hella on sale. 5 points for discount stores.

That was really all I had to say. Today is run #1 of run 2, walk 1. Aiiiya. I gotta do it...or I never will.

Love melinda.

breathe in, breathe out.

well...
my ubc audition is in 12 hours and 45 minutes.

here we go...

gig?

well...well...well...
maybe a little opera chorus suminsumin?

i'll keep you posted.


joyful in hope. patient in affliction. faithful in prayer.

ack.

every muscle hurts.
no joke.
ow.

3 hours ago.

So this english paper I've been working on? It's the first paper I've written with PAPER AND PEN in years! Gosh...I just can't get it out when I type, but with blue pen in hand...beeaaam.

Okay, maybe not "beeaaaam", but it's a lot easier.

Qu'est-ce qu'il ce passe?

update!

things you should know:
- week 1 of running has gone well. I was still 'ahead of the pack' this morning...about a block ahead. Lots of talk about "stick to your own pace...". Oh well. I can't help it if I'm awesome. This week is run a minute, walk a minute x 10.
- option 3 is go! I am dr.love...or dr...how-to-sustain-a-friendship-when-what-you- think-you-want-is-love. *sighs*. Sometimes I miss bass-boy. He was a fun guy.
- love is in the air, though completely platonic. That's alright. It's good to be loved.
- zoe got out of the room...?
- I'm 22, almost 23, home alone on a Saturday night with chicken strips & fries and a semi-written paper. Ugh.
- I'm exhausted, but pretty happy.
- I'm going to end this post.

...


now.

champion!

FREE CELL # 24602.

No chance when I am on the loose.

Melindathegreat strikes again...

If only she could write a paper with her pen.

found.

hey bloggians.
I found this in some archives, and thought I'd throw it out again, because it hit me again when I re-read it.

Oh, and fire update: my hand hurts, but is healing nicely. It's a good feeling to be somebody's hero. ;)

"The contagious joy of Jesus (only carriers can pass it on) infected and freed His followers. The author of Hebrews says: "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever." (13:8)

If Jesus appeared at your dining room table tonight with knowledge of everything you are and are not, total comprehension of your life story and every skeleton hidden in your closet; if He laid out the real state of your present discipleship with the hidden agenda, the mixed motives, and the dark desires buried in your psyche, you would feel His acceptance and forgiveness.

For "experiencing God's love in Jesus Christ means experiencing that one has been unreservedly accepted, approved, and infinitely loved, that one can and should accept oneself and one's neighbour. Salvation is joy in God which expresses itself in joy in and with one's neighbour." "

-Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel.

i know you were wondering.

I just thought you should know that I look pretty damn good today.

hot hot hot.

Tonight, after our final performance of Carmina Burana, our history prof. invited us over for some eats and drinks and good times.
Sweet.
I stayed waaay the heck long that I meant to, and had everyone convinced that the hot first year boy who came as my "date" was really and truly my date...*sighs*.
THEN...as we were leaving, said first year boy's shirt CAUGHT ON FIRE! (candles...ill placed candles).
People were screaming, and he had no clue, but I saw the flames, and put them out with my hand!
Yes, yes, wise and cool under pressure (or flames) that's me.
The bad part is, a piece of his shirt stuck to my hand, and now I've got a crazy blister/burn on my right hand...
but...I'm a hero.

So...in the end...it's okay.

And if you're ever on fire, call me.