tripping up the stairs.

So, I'm trying to lose weight, right? I go to Curves (which I'm stepping up with some running and biking asap), I try and eat well, I sleep...sometimes. Anyway...
One thing I try not to do is eat late...bad for the metabolism and stuff.
So tonight, I come home to pizza. How can I resist? oh, pizza-ey goodness.
But there's always something, right? Maybe cake, or something innocent like chicken and rice...
But once it's started, why not eat a handful of mini-eggs and some ice cream?

*sighs*.

I'm signing up for a running clinic right now...right now I tell you.
Running will be better than pizza.

Love melinda.

that WAS fun. *phew*

Dark night. Pouring rain.
Granville Island to my house.
21 minutes.

OH yes. My hond-a-matic and I rock the...city streets.

finally!

"All that we can know about God is summed up in these words at once so compact and simple: he is; words that we do not understand except in flashes, in rare and brief illuminations..."
-- Olivier Messiaen

Geheimes Flustern hier und dort.

Was leise mich umschwebt, umklingt
Ich will es treu bewahren,
Und was mir tief zum Herzen dringt,
Will ich, vom Geist der Lef'beschwingt,
Im Liedern offenbaren!

-- Hermann Rollett


(what softly hovers and rings around me,
I will faithfully treasure,
and what touches me deep in the heart
will I, impelled by the spirit of Love,
reveal in songs).

little bitter culture.

Das weiss ich langst. Ich sah dich ja im Traume,
Und sah die Nacht in deines Herzens Raume,
Und sah die Schlang', die dir am Herzen frisst,
Ich sah, mein Leib, wie sehr du elend bist.

-- Heinrich Heine




For all you non-germans:

This have I long known. I saw you in a dream,
and I saw the darkness in your heart's hollow
and saw the serpent that feeds upon your heart.
I saw, my love, how very pitiful you are.



Yeah. Classical mUsic. What-what.

you're my hero.

a poem by Charlie Brown.

Some days you think maybe you know everything...
Some days you think maybe you don't know anything...
Some days you think you know a few things...
Some days you don't even know how old you are.

droppin' outta opera.

Hey...go listen to Kanye West. Do it. Yes, I mean now. GO.

today was a day of smelling roses.

I didn't put on any make up today, and I didn't have a shower until 5.30pm. I woke up at noon, and went for a long walk around the neighbourhood. It's good to see that families still play at parks on the weekend.

Friday night, I was at a music party. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I guess I can say that while I love my friends, being with them while they gorge themselves on all the substances available to modern twentysomethings, leaves me with nothing more than a profound sense of despair and sorrow.

On another note, here's a quotation from an article I just read about Pentecostals and Mainliners, and what we can learn from each other:

"Humility. Mainliners call their institutions denominations. Historically the term denotes, among other things, a group of Christians who see through a glass darkly. Each tradition, it suggests, must recover an aspect of the great body of Christian teachings and practices that others have underplayed or overlooked. (The sect, in contrast, assumes exclusive responsibility and privileged knowledge.)"

Here's the articule.

Have a good night.
Love...

stuffled.

My dad took us out to the white spot today after church.

Mmm..

The problem is...I always order waay more food than I can eat. Like...I got the grill & greens cuz I love the zoo sticks, but I can barely eat a burger, much less the fries and other stuff...

I think now's the time to start ordering the senior-size portions, because seriously...my stomach has shrunk.

IN other news....I want to avoid my paper SO MUCH that I'm thinking about cleaning my room.

confession

Sometimes I check my blog just to click the link to the taylor website so I can check out my guitar.

this phlegm ain't sexy.

boo hoo.

I'm sick.

Waaaaah.

*sighs*

Okay, that's all.

ooooooooooooh...

here is my new baby.

i did it.

bgAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

There's a Taylor 314CE in my room RIGHT NOW and it's MIIIIIIIIINE!!!!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

*ffffoom*. wow.

guitar [the ipa letters aren't on the keyboard! ah!]

I just ate a chicken...caesar...pleaser.
There's definitely one cafeteria guy who makes them awesome, and one who makes them pretty okay. But hey...it's chicken, bacon, lettuce, and caesar...hard to go wrong.

So...big gulps, hey guys?
Well...bring 'em down to Regent @ ubc on friday night @ 7pm to hear me and my rad band (the m.fab) play some rad tunes.
I think it costs money...like $5.
Also, Jessica Morris will be there...and she usually lives in Australia.

Saturday is guitar shopping day.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

russ rosen says...

now that's what I call a great weekend.

glasses can't help me now.

ALL AFTERNOON MY EYE HAS BEEN TWITCHING.

Maybe not twitching. Maybe more like it's been...pulsing. The lower-lid of my right eye. Just enough to drive me crazy, but not enough for other people to notice...which is mostly good...but I think that my constant prolonged blinking and eye poking looked pretty insane...and no one knew why.


NOW YOU KNOW.

Spread the word.

x = [ks]

he sits behind me in english class...

This morning, I got up and went to the doctor. UNfortunately, my allergy shot serum is expired...2 months ago. Heh. So it's off to the great towers of Dr.Tse for more allergy testing.

WOOT.

After that rather...mundane episode, I went to Curves (which has been receiving some nasty attacks from some other LadyFitnessClub in the paper). Working out was good. I felt...worked.
And frazzled.

Two Rights and 4 Lefts later, I was at Centennial Beach in Tsawassen, basking in the (surprisingly) warm rays of this mid-February sun. The seagulls were eating lunch. I found an orange rock.

*sighs*

I really want to live on a beach. Or rather, in a house by a beach. The sound of waves rolling in, the wind, the smell of the water...wow. I feel so calm by the water, and even more calm in it. Yes, it's decided. I'll take the threat of hurricanes over earthquakes. I'm moving to the beach. Preferrably to a tropical beach, where the weather is always warm enough to nap in.



Oh yeah, and there's this cute guy named Andrew who sits behind me in english class, and the other day he said, "hey Melinda, you're late," because I was late...but...he noticed. And that was cool.


[hart] melinda.

girls....

I was going to blog about my ".", because I'm starting to see a pattern in the onset...moods, cravings, muscle pain...but then I decided not to.

Oh...well...sort of.

Hooray for feminineness!

[heart] melinda

a dee a doo a daaay.

hi all.
i'm heading off to kelownasalmonarmkamloops with my choir.

i'll be back on sunday.

comment lots while i'm gone.

[heart] melinda

tuesdays, chiiiiild...

Today was great.
It started bad...Late night brokendown computer...early morning cd burning making me an hour late for school...memories making me feel like swearing (so I read some Don Miller).

*sighs*

BUT THEN...a killer voice lesson. Killer as in...I was doing the killing...with my goodness...of voice. AND THEN...really good theory class. Totally got the homework sorted out. AND THEN...sang in lyric diction...and Geordie (my teacher's) directions for improvement made sense AND they worked! WOw.

Today was a day when I felt like a pretty good musician.

Love.melinda.

in regards to monday...

IT'S OVER.

And it's awkward. And it's not what I hoped for...but at least I know.

Definitely won't be much mention of bass-boy for a while.

Unless I write a song about it.

I hear that there's a 2 day songwriting peak when emotions are raw and pride slightly wounded.

(sorry I couldn't post yesterday. My compy was being stoopid. How emo is that!?)

ouch?

my left ankle hurts.

i don't know.

So...MONDAY.

Monday might be an important day. Inordinately important.

*ahem*

So...watch out for that. Monday.

Oh and get into Craig Cardiff. Like Damien Rice. But with more Canada.

to say the thing which was not.

I'm not even going to blog about how my dear friend J ditched out on me tonight. I won't mention that we were going to go for a quick lil' constitutional, and then he was all, "yeah..maybe I'll do something else."
I certainly won't be talking about how L did the same thing.

NOpe.
Know why?
Cuz I'm so over it.

I drove home in 27 minutes tonight. 27 minutes!! I was impressed.
Screw walking. Driving is way better.

p.s.

mikael is...superfab.

dubula dubula dubula dubula dubula

HELLO!
WELL....
garden state. I did enjoy it. I just felt very...wanting but unable to call someone and just say...I...just....SOMETHING WONDERFUL!

So yeah.

Ahem.

Neat.

I'm so tired today. My right eye has been twitching just enough to obscure my vision, but not enough so that anyone else would notice.

I just ate chicken and rice with mole.
Yumm..

Bed now.

ta!

explain

Watching garden state was great. Yes, I meant to rhyme. I do it all the time.
Blah.
When large and sam are in the pool, and he's talking about home not feeling like home anymore, just a house to put your stuff in, I really thought, "hmm..yeah." For me, home is where my friends are. Not like "oh, hey, it's a party, yay, now I'm home", but I mean the people I share a heart with.

Oh look at me...blech. So sentimental from a stoopid movie.

Argh.

This morning at church, I walked into the "fellowship hall" without my brother, because he wasn't there today. Whooeee. That felt so weird. I realized that I don't really have any friends there. I know people, and I really love a lot of them, but I don't have any real relationships there anymore. It's so bizarre...that's my home church, and I don't feel at home there. I sort of think that it's my fault, that I've missed out on something, but also that there's not much I can do now. I should just slip out, and move on.

*sighs*

Anyway. I have to go hunt for lunch, then head to choir.

love love love m.rock









just kidding. it's melinda.

*snort*

freakin' stupid pissing garden state.

as long as it's already 4am...

[molei]
a mexican sauce, made with unsweetened chocolate and chili peppers, designed to bring together good friends on a Friday night in january.

ooooh Lord.
It is so good to feel this way right now. Belly full. Heart full. Spirit alive.
My new year's resolution was to talk less about my past misfortunes, and instead, begin to look at my life through the eyes that have always loved me; to see past rejections in light of the acceptance I know now.

I think it's a good time to sleep now. G'nite.

(heart) melinda

heart?

i ate wendy's.
wendy's fries.
wendy's fries with mayo.
ashleigh said i should.

i feel full.
full of mayo.
full of wendy's fries and mayo.

my heart may not beat again.

ooooooh....i don't like this.

seventh chords abounding...

There's a car parked just down the street. It's got one of those personalized license plates.

THE PLATE READS:

VII 7

*sighs*
I think my days of plate watching are over.

cold fingers

Sometimes, I get very caught up in being a horrible person. Seriously. It's when clothes and shoes and hair become priority, and I find myself talking about how I NEED to have a basic black t-shirt, and I really NEED to buy some new shoes, and how ohmygosh did you SEE what she WORE today!? FOR SHAME!!!

Ugh.

I really don't care. I've been happiest when I had very little to my name, but all was well with my soul.

High fashion is not for the ones with yearning hearts. OR small paycheques.

cold fingers

snow. snow. snow. snow. snow.

sol...fa...me...re...do.

Today I am excited about music. I'm excited about the m.fab.4 and where we'll go. I'm exciting about playing together in my basement. I'm excited for times when we're the m.fab.5 because there's a guest artist. I'm stoked for crowds to sing along. But mostly...I'm thankful for affirmation, and confirmation, and for the push I needed to jump off the fence and run with this.

Snow makes the world look amazing.

stuffed. stuffed like a grape leaf.

i'm so full of greek food i wish i could make it all just go away.

happy new year.

oops...forgot to throw away the coffee.

I don't know if it is my prairie upbringing, or perhaps my inherent sentimentality, but when fishermen come into my store, order coffee, and then talk amongst themselves about the hardships and joys of life in commercial fishing, I start feeling a little nostalgic.

In other news, some matters of the heart have been settled. The singing boy, who made my knees weak, his heart is held by another. So that's that. Although, he is wonderful...and a good friend.

There's nothing new with bass boy. I haven't seen him for a week or maybe 2...if ever there is something new, I'll post it here for you.

That said...I'm going to go now. And kick myself for not emptying the coffee urns.
AIIYA!

salute.

to the makers of dimetapp-DM and tylenol sinus...my humblest thanks and appreciation.
You have made my Christmas more than bearable.

sayings.

"Faith is the great energy. As long as you have faith, you're willing to try to take another chance. God wants you to amble toward the right spot on the horizon. The idea is that you're willing to get up and keep moving toward that light."
--Billy Corgan

weak in the...blabhablablabahbb.

I went shopping yesterday. Last minute Christmas stuff, you know the drill. While at Sears, I stopped at the perfume counter to try something I saw in a magazine, "Armani Mania". I thought this could be the perfume that would be known as my scent!
Half an hour after putting some on, I was sneezing with the force of a tornado, and all evening I was getting sicker and sicker.
Whoooeeeeeeeeeeeee!
This morning I was awakened by a burning sensation in my throat each time I swallowed.
Ugh.
Sick.
I got up for work, feeling weak and pathetic. I still feel that way. Somehow I made it through my shift, and then a trip to north van.

I'm okay as long as I don't try and stand up or move.

Merry Christmas.

PS...my house smells like gingerbread. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

*breathing*

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over.
The semester is over.
Oh my goodness.
I'm going to the gym, and then I'm going to drink tea and have a nap.
I'll worry about work and boys later.
For now I must celebrate because....
it's over, it's over it'soverit'soverit'soverit'sover..


IT'S OVER!!!

thea said "mmmm"

He's too perfect. Perfectly boy. Like shoes and jazz. Sings with me and my knees go weak. And I almost cry. And sometimes, he just knows what I meant to say.

There's a different boy...less perfect, but moreso too. There's more between us. But maybe the committment I was keeping myself to was unecessary?



And maybe I just watch too much romance on tv. YEs...I think that is it.

story.

"Oh friends, I am so tired of weak Christianity. Let us be out and out for Christ; let us give no uncertain sound. If the world wants to call us fools, let them to it. It is only a little while; the crowning day is coming. Thank God for the privilege we have of confessing Christ."

the looooooooooooooooong week...

IS OVER!!!

WOw. The last 7 days have been pure insanity. My skin is on the fritz. My throat is on the fritz. My eyes are on the fritz. I almost had a complete sight-singing meltdown. I don't want to drive to north van ever again (but I will...on sunday).

I'm getting an idea of how I DON'T want my life to be once I have a job and a house and all that stuff.

Shooooooot. Sleepy time. Night-o.

Ludwig. What a name!

"You will ask me whence I take my ideas? That I cannot say with any degree of certainty: they come to me univited, directly or indirectly. I could almost grasp them in my hands, out in Nature's open, in the woods, during my promenades, in the silence of the night, at the earliest dawn. They are roused by moods which in the poet's case are transmuted into words, and in mine into tones, that sound, roar and storm until at last they take shape for me as notes."

-Ludwig van Beethoven


"...there was in those small piercing eyes an expression which no painter could render. It was a feeling of sublimity and melancholy combined."

- Sir Julius Benedict

Die Entfuhrung

Best sentence in my music history textbook (today) : "But with so much of their [composers who aren't Haydn or Mozart] music still inaccessible for listening and study, their inclusion would have multiplied the kind of dry, unresonant name-dropping and selective listing that this paragraph regretfully exemplifies."

Mister's Grout and Palisca, you are forgiven.

they're here! on my face!

No, no, not the vermin of pubescent oil glands....MY GLASSES!!!!

They look good. I was getting a little worried...I couldn't remember what they looked like.
But now I do.

They look good.

Bass-boy said they look good.

Aaaand...my dad said I look like a modern co-ed...

Stay tuned!!

double shred.

we have a paper shredder.
It is sitting here besdide me...a paper shredder.

odd. but cool.

bap. bap. bee bap boo.....bap.

that's me scatting. Yep. scatting.

I went to the optometrist this morning, and did he have news for me! My eyes are a...soft prescription? They're working overtime, going crazy, tenser than a newspaper editor at deadline, run out of ink.

Yep.

That's my eyes.

So I can't get the glasses I need...my eyes will reject them! They will reject the help offered to them; my eyes are ungrateful. BUT...if we start with a mild prescription, we can work up to what I need, thus fooling my eyes into revealing their weakness, accepting help.

THE FUN PART: I went and picked out frames today. They're a dark purple/red, funky modern cat's eye thing....very chic. beeaaaaaam.

If I had a digital camera, I'd post some pictures of me in my new specs when they arrive. Oh wait...I do have a digital camera.

Hmm...

I'll see what I can do.

For now, children, go VOTE for the GREATEST CANADIAN!

weird. wierd? word.

my left eye is twitching.

drove past the coquitlam infamous pig farm...now i feel nauseated.

eeeyuch.

g'nite.



ps 'the incredibles' is hilarious. go see it.

smooooooooth.

When I got home from school this afternoon (YES!!! this AFTERNOON, not NEARLY MIDNIGHT. YAY)..anyway, when I got home I still had an hour to kill before work, so...I indulged in some girly pampering.

Yes...

Ladies and Gentlemen...

I shaved my legs.


And now they feel sooooooo good.



WOOT!

(too bad I'm single. Somebody besides me should enjoy this amazing-leg-smoothness).

almost...

ready for bed!
just a few more theory questions...

oh shooot.

um. i was going to blog about something...but oh wait...nothing has happened in my life since i've been living at school.

oh...except...i killed a spider yesterday.

a big one.

white and black and red...striped like a zebra. and it was huge. enormous.

now dead.

um...well. that's really all i had for you kids tonight.

peace out.


call me at christmas time.

C.H.A.D.D.

Cybertronic
Hydronic
Android
Designed for
Dancing


Coolest. Man. Ever.

Dance 360. Lame show..."it's a dance showdown, dawg, yooooo maaaaaaan!"

but this guy...this guy was cool.

hella footnotes.

14 pages, 70 footnotes, and 2,704 words later, my paper is over.

*sighs*

andrew says I'm an english major stuck in a music major's body. I sure hope so. I didn't talk about a single one of Scarlatti's compositions in this paper, just his life. If that gets me an A, it won't be because of anything music major-esque. That'll be english b.s. and writing skills all the way.

to bed now. My alarm will ring in 4 hours and 15 minutes. Golly gee, I love college.

read this, liked it.

The world thinks intimacy occurs in the dark, but God says it happens in the light. Darkness is used to hide our hurts, faults, fears, failures, and flaws. But in the light, we bring them all out into the open and admit who we really are. You were created for community.

once upon a time. dime..no...time...shoot.

You may not remember this post over HERE, but I sure do.

Read it.

And then come back here.

And I'll tell you that I got 51/52 on it, but she gave me a bonus mark for doing such a good job. Which means that...I got 100% on it!!!!

Hooray for 2 am!

996 done, 1004 to go.

well kids, here's the deal: I'm about halfway through my paper, and it doesn't read like a puddle of mud. Perhaps like a tall, cool class of chlorinated water, but not mud. So...it's not JUST WHAT you always WANTED...but it's good enough.

:D

My brother's girlfriend just called for him. They're talking now.
*sighs*.
I really wanted to call the BOY bass player tonight, but I got all nervous and so I didn't.
*sighs*
Now I have 1004 words left to write about more than half of Alessandro Scarlatti's life.
*sighs*
Oh, woe is me. Boo hoo...boo hoo....boo...aaaaaaaaah whatever. I'll be fine.

The other night I was having a bit of a panic attack, and I started thinking that MAYBE if I could just get injured...crash my car, break my arm, do something requiring stitches...then I wouldn't have to work on the paper. I could get a reasonable extension.

WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?!??!!!

That's insane. But sometimes, and I'm sure most of you will relate, the workload gets so piled up and crazy, that it destruction would seem easier than ploughing through it all, non?

Alright bellas and boys, it's back to my paper I go. I'm too good a driver to crash the car, and who would want to wait for 5 hours in a hospital line-up, just to get a few measly stitches, just to get an extension on a paper you could have finished during the hospital line-up, and in the end...there'd be no scar?

ah ha...long and crazy. That's this post.

bye.

puzzles

I've been going to school with the same 30 or so people since last September. Mostly, they're great. It's like family though--sometimes, you just need your space.

Two of the guys are just....more unique than I can explain to you. A couple of hard-working, pot-smoking gong shows, but even that doesn't do them justice.

This year...there's a bunch of new 18-year-old first year girls who are just ga gaaaaaaaaaaaaaa for them. They follow these boys around, always talking to them, flirting it up big time.

I just don't understand it, these are not the really hot, or really attractive guys in my program...there aren't very man of those anyway....but I just...it puzzles me.

Hence the title of the post.

Puzzle.

inspiration

my essay will be...a series of letters, written by Alessandro Scarlatti to his son, Domenico Scarlatti, both from the father-to-son angle, and also, from the viewpoint of their relationship as 2 composers.

yes.

that is my plan.

now, if only i could get started...that would be nice.

headlights?

As I descending into Richmond, the fog thickened.

Thick the fog became.

So I drove slowly. And got home safely.

*phew*

blablabhalbalbhbhtghglalbhghalal.

TO ALL THE ONES I KNOW AND LOVE:

Sometimes I am busy, too busy to hang out.
It comes from these assignments
Music, writing, reading Grout.
It is not because I hate you,
or wish to be way.
The reason is quite simple...I need a longer day.

Please do not be downtrodden,
or think that I am lost,
but lift me up in studying,
(or help me pay the cost;)

It's a good thing I am doing, on that we can agree?
To learn the gifts that I've been given
is a priviledged responsibility.
One day I'll sing you opera,
in Italian, German, French.
And as you shed a tear of wonder
you'll know just what I've meant.

For now, dear friends, I need the love
which you so freely give.
Please do extend it to me, though far from me you live
in schools, and offices, and carpools and homes
whose thresholds I may not soon cross.

I need you still
for you make my life
overflow with joy, with laughter.
I cherish very much in my heart
our times of regal chatter.

An essay waits, a song to be learned,
and so, dear ones, I part.
To end this poem I leave you with
my German word of choice.
It means "to go", in the leaving sense,
but in english, it sounds a gas.

So here it is! Fahrt! away!
now, now I must go.
To Jo, I say "in the morning, friend",
to the rest of you
I sing...

so long.

new?

does my blog appear on your screen in a bigger, rounder font that it used to?

no? then i guess my computer's just crazy (very possible).

yes? then my blog changed its own template (creepy).

BASS bass bass bass BASS bass bass bass...

over pie (the math symbol) and muffins (the food) and coffee drinks and bed-chillaxin' conversation the friendship is happening. and maybe more.

it's really good.

i'll keep you posted.

literally.

ode

o
i am full of
potato-leek soup.

so full of warm
warm soup.

happy with the taste
the feel
the warmth
of my soup.

o
i am full of
potato-leek soup.

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.

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little old chinese men say....

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh so! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

stones taught me to fly.

The headlines read: COLLEGE STUDENT ENTERS SUDDEN VEGETATIVE STATE!!!

Today, a 22-year-old college dropped to the floor, in a heap of unintelligible ramblings. It is believed that she was fed, or somehow otherwise ingested a toxic substance, causing her to lose all intellectual function. Classmates say that she has not yet returned to normal, though some of her speech functions have returned. When asked what happened, the student grimaced, and replied, "I forgot to bring an extra dose of sudafed to school with me."
Yes, another tragic incident of...sudden mucus-flooded-sinuses.

The moral of the story: always have the drugs you need on hand.

suds

Dooooooooooooooooes anybody want to...record onto VHS some soaps (as in daytime television dramas) for me tomorrow morning, scan for an infidelity/deceit storyline, and then bring the tape to me @ school, in time for my 4.30pm english presentation?

Yes!!!

Oh..no...okay...well...thanks then.

dusty hallways and cold, early mornings.

my voice is like this, "snap, crackle, pop.....fizzzzzzzzzzzzzz."

voice major? ha ha ha.

cross-eyed

I've been reading "canterbury tales" for english class....the middle english speeling is maekening me crossenyeed.

if God had a name...

something else i borrowed from julie's blog.
she's a keeper.
as is don miller.

here:
'what if we accept homosexuals into the church.
what will happen??
people's live will get changed! thats what will happen.
they'll hear jesus and god will speak to their hearts..
if he doesn't want 'em to be gay then the holy spirit can handle that.
but for some reason we've made that our battle, our fight
like its up to us?!
thats not what god's called us to do!
god calls us to love people.'

fritz on the schnitz, it's a blitz.

minty supper!

The CRAZY vending machine at school (aka the fiddy-cent machine), has been on the FRITZ!!!

On Thursday morning, t*rex put in $2, got her chocolate, and $3.50 in change!!! That's a profit of $2!!!
THEN...the machine ATE my dollar!!! With no merchandise received.

It went on like that all day.

Poor thing's crackin' up. And it empties faster than...*snap*.

me and Pachelbel like...oats and honey?

I'm writing variations! I'm writing variations!

something beautiful

the green caught my eyes.

enjoy. (love)

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