it's all too true....

you know it's a full-blown crush when you check your email 29 times a day.

'til we meet again.

Until something better comes along, the plan is I will walk down the aisle (of my wedding...ha) to "heart" by STARS.

let's fall in love

how bout we try that again?
Perhaps there isn't too much more to say about today. I'm back @ school, so that means if you've been enjoying my company in the wee hours of the morning, that won't be happening anymore. Not often anyway. Maybe just on Fridays (or technically, Saturdays).

In other news, it's time for me to go do some studying. Farewell, my fine-feathered friends.

Sleeping tonight will be SO good. I love a good night's sleep. I'm gonna get good and tired so I can enjoy it.

TA!

YUMMY

Okay, so my first day back @ school has gone fairly well. My theory teacher has adopted a new method of giving notes, and this is: he no longer writes examples on the board! Rather he refers to the textbook.
I don't like change.

When t.rex and I arrived @ our locker this morning, we knew something was amiss. It was just wrong....familiar, but wrong. We soon ascertained the problem. Her "lovely" boyfriend turned our whole section around..

okay i'm gonna go eat with tim.
more later
bye

case in point

no matter what the sky looks like, even in the brightest midday heat of summer, always, always ALWAYS carry an umbrella.
in vancouver.

Otherwise, you could end up wandering around campus, soaking wet, and squinting your eyes as if your eyelids can keep you dry.

Poor suckers. I don't know who ends up like that.

classically speaking...

Today is a very important day: semester 2 of my post-secondary education begins!
and YESTERDAY was important because I discovered the first soprano I really enjoy listening to: Dawn Upshaw (I think).

I got an album of hers from the RPL. She's sings "Debussy's lost songs..." (I'll double check that CD title later).

Anyway, it's good. I really like it. YAAAAY!! There is hope for my classical listening yet.

Oh, and I have a note on why my posts aren't usually long and ranty---I blog when I'm tired, and the coherence of my thinking @ that time is ususally slim to none. So it makes sense. My thoughts only last a few moments.

That and my short term memory is terrible, so anything I might think to post about during the day will soon be forgotten, and by the time I sit down to blog, all that is left are the mundance incidents of life.

shout out to all my peeps @ Cap. Lunches together in the courtyard start: tomorrow.

hooray! hooray!

It's Beethoven Day on the CBC.

Go listen! NoW!! 105.7FM

"grow rips"

Apparently, drug enthused persons are racing around Vancouver and it's surrounding affiliates, breaking into people's houses in search of grow ops.
Just yesterday, 2 people broke into the house of a 65-year-old man, and pepper sprayed him. But our elderly friend busted out his gun, and the punks ran off.

Scary.

I've noticed that some Bloggies have the stamina to write long posts each day.
LOOOOOOOOoooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnngggg. Holy wack.
I just can't do it. I don't always have that much to think about. I'm not a ranter about superficial things. Sorry folks.

One other thing though: people who pay for their blogs. WHY!? Are they just very serious about their online journalling? Or do businesses use them?
Look into that one for me.

I have a voice lesson in a few minutes...well actually, in an hour, but I have to drive to North Vancouver, so I'd best be on my way.

Umm...have a great day bloggies.

AHHHHHHHH!!!

SO MAD RIGHT NOW!!!

do you know what T-shirt sheets are? The most comfortable sheets/pillow cases that I've ever slept with.

AMAZING!!

Mine are light blue.

BUT...I'm using this super-powered blow-your-zits-into-oblivion-keep-refridgerated cream on my face. On the box it says, "may bleach hair and coloured fabric."

MAY!!?!?!! DOES!!!! It bleached my pillow case!!! My pillow case, my T-shirt pillow case it now all BLEACHED and SPLOTCHY!!!!


Oooh...I am mad. FREAKIN' PISS!!!!!

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

did you ever...

did you ever like somebody, but you weren't really sure if you did or not, just that, if you were going to like somebody right then, it would that person?

Or, did you ever wish that the person you were going to marry would hurry up and be ready, so that you could get married, or @ least know that person, and have somebody to call @ 2am who wouldn't punch you in the face for waking them up?

but did you ever think, "what if the person I marry...what if I don't like them when I first meet them?"

sometimes, i get an email from someone, and i'm so excited...then i think all these things, and i decide to blog them, because hey...that's what my blog is for.

g'nite.

Those 2 posts are taken from Brennan Manning's "The Signature of Jesus"
(not a bible code book).

More. Manning. And Me.

"More often than I like to admit, I still get bamboozled into trying to make myself acceptable to God. It seems I cannot forgo this crazy enterprise of getting myself into a position where I can see myself in a good light. I still struggle to let go of the preposterious pretense that my paltry prayers, knowlege of Scripture, spiritual insights, tithing to the poor, and blustering successes in ministry endear me to God's eyes.
I resist the saving truth that I am lovable simply and solely because He loves me."

Manning's thoughts...

"The Spirit convicted Peter that he was not doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past. Nor are we. There is a power available to transcend our automatic emotional responses and robot-like behaviour. Endowed with the courage to risk everything on the truth of the gospel, we surrender our gnawing need to be okay and cease applying spiritual cosmetics to make ourselves presentable."

laaazy

Today I:
-got out of bed around noon and ate a bowl of life.
-it didn't work.
-showered/dressed by 3:30pm.
-Buzzed around the house.
-thought about getting stuff ready for school.
-thought about looking for a binder and dividers somewhere in my room....
-thought about other stuff.
-took Lizzy to her violin lesson, and went for a 25ish min. walk on the dike.
-came home.
-ate.
-tried to watch my new coldplay dvd, but fell asleep.
-slept.
-got up.
-did stuff.
-blogged.
-bedded.

Yep. Another filling day in the life of me.
We're aiming for a little more action tomorrow.
peace.

medical mysteries

fluticasone propionate aqueous nasal spray
shelf name: Flonase.

60 metered doses of 50mcg each.

Corticosteroid: for nasal use

how would you feel about this being inside your body? It makes me a little nervous, but it also makes me able to BREATHE.

*sighs*

I am a slave to Western Medicine. And until Naturopaths stop charging more than I could ever afford, a slave I shall remain.

Penicillin, anyone?

ALIVE!!!!

I want to run outside, breathe the air and feel ALIVE!!!
Watch the stars, hear the moon snap, crackle, pop! in the cold, cold air!
Scream and shout, love and be loved--enjoy each moment in the light
of day.
Before this snow covered earth melts to green again I want to know the thrill of being awake in the shocking cold of a long winter's day.

words for jeff

it's just enough to be strong in the broken places.

-jars of clay

and finally...

Slippers.

more...

I almost forgot!
My own little pony, some rainbow, and a rest for my head, plus towels (Sanni), Christmas lights, star lights (Strala), tea lights (candles), candle holders, basket, storage bins, flower pots, pictures, picture frames, and still more to come.

"new year"

hey ya'll, welcome to 2004!!! My 22nd year of being. Wow.
Things I thought I'd be by now:
- almost done school.
- married or engaged.
- moved out.

Haha! None of which have happened. My life has taken different turns than my CAPP-self would have predicted, but CAPP was pretty stupid (that's Career And Personal Planning).

Umm...I just finished putting together a Sorum bench, by IKEA.
Check it out.
My bed is here too.
Oh wait, there's more. Shelves (Billy bookshelf and corner shelf in white), CD Tower,
chest of drawers, a shelf that's not on the website *shock!*, and finally a lamp (Kvall),fleece, stripes, some bedspread, aaand...a duck (Krumeleur).

the new year is....

sigur ros and the hallway @ mattie mcd's.
worship invasion with family, old and new.
NOT getting lost in Surrey.
sleeping @ chonger's at 5am.
Lil' Rascals for Breakfast.
justin, zoe, thea, jeff, andrew, trevor and laura.

bizouncin'.

happy 2004 ya'll. May you know joy in the darkest of times, and the assurance of knowing you're walking in your destiny.

LOVE

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.

?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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).

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

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht
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.

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.

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."

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.

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).

:)

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.

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.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

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

BUT GGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG!!!!

so frustrated.

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.

best celebrity sighting ever.

i just saw the lead singer of the raking bombs.

so cool.

i do know that she was born on feb. 21, 1933 as eunice waymon, in tryon north carolina.
ha!

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

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.

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

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.

my throat hurts from yelling.
but the show tonight was sweet.
m.fab.four should do that more often.

how do i get shows?





me: GO TO SLEEP!!!
other me: OKAY!

jo.

the computer is like a effervescent light and I am the weary moth -- jo.

announcement, announcement, annouuuuuuuuuuuuncement!`

Today...I inducted...no less than 3!!! new cards into my wallet.
it was a big day.

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!

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.

blogs consume my world.

i'm craving airline food.

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.

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?

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...

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.

hmm?

'death cab for cutie'

?

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.*

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...

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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.

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?

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!

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.

*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.

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

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.

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!!

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.

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!!

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!

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 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!

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.

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.

ah yes, driving is wonderful.
at 8:51am I was still on Boundary, and I supposed I would be @ school by 9am.
at 8:58am I was on the grounds of Capilano College!

Now why, why, why would I ever want to take the bus, when by car I get can to school in only 30 minutes?

environmentalists, attack!

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.

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?

I have concluded that I am the worst studier ever.

I can't focus, I can't sit down, I can't write or think or organize.

Studying is not one of my spiritual gifts.

my friend ben is really cool.

theory thoery theory heoty eothe eeheyereotheeye eheotyoht theory.
it's a jumble of patterns and intervalic thoughtsascrambled eggs in my head.
warm and steaming, add some seasoning
did i eat breakfast yet?

when everything inside me
looks like everything i hate
you are the hope i have for change
you are the only chance i'll take.

and i'm on fire when you're near me
i'm on fire when you speak
i'm on fire burning at these mysteries

life is still worth living, life is more than we are.

I had a voice lesson this morning (@ school).
That was after my piano class (pretty standard), and sight-singing (class debate over pedagogical (sp?) theories...blech!).
My voice teacher is SO encouraging! It would seem that I sing well, and that's nice to know.
I'm good?

Hmm...

what do you do if you want to be @ someone's wedding, but you're not sure they're going to invite you?

aww!
Jessica Morris is online...wow...i love her so much...
too bad she has to live in Australia, along with many others whom i love.

I head back to school with a headache, a cold, and a beautiful thing resonating in my heart; I am made in the image of God. I am his daughter, and he loves me.


...

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.

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*

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?

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'.

Ha!
Shazaam!
Buddy who led worship @ asap this week has picked up the "mmm..."
Gah!

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...

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!

on the bus today: i read my theory textbook.
heh.
no, no, i wasn't showing off that i'm a music major...
okay, maybe just a little bit.

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.