2/25/2007
2/24/2007
An Adventure
I climbed half of R Mountain yesterday. It was a grand adventure. I had a date at 7 and I decided to climb it at 6. So I drove in the icy roads out to the butte. Then I parked my car at the bottom of it and I raced up to the top. I ran most of the way. I was wearing black loafers because this was an unexpected adventure. One in which I wasn't sure I was going to do, until I did it. I made it to the peak of the smaller hill in front of it the main hill. I carried a video camera the whole way. Then I ran back down the butte and barely made it back in time for my date. I actually was late.
2/19/2007
Falling
I decided to go running this morning to be healthy, but it's was freezing outside. So I had to get pumped up to go. In my head I was like "I can do this, I'm a dedicated runner as of today, I can do this," and finally I got up enough motivation to go. I start walking down the stairs and the bottom stair looks like it is wet from the rain. I stepped on it and I slipped hard. I fell right on my front door step onto the cement steps. My elbow got scraped up but I walked back in to the house and started yelling, "MY EGO, MY EGO!" And it took me like 15 more minutes to pump myself back up to go. This was my first fall of the season.
2/17/2007
Today is Shorts day
I decided it was a good tribute to summer day and I wore shorts today. Not all day but for some of it. I'm excited for summer already...
2/12/2007
A PUZZLE
I am so weird...yesterday after I cried for a while I got this surge of energy and I started laughing at everything. Coylou was sleeping and I was bored, so I began pretending every song on the CD I was listening to was put on their for a reason. So I tried to listen really closely to the words but I missed most of them because it was on so soft. Then I started making up words for the songs that applied to me personally and it was great. I was laughing and crying all over again. Now, listening through them and actually being able to understand them makes me laugh because the people aren't singing the same words as I thought they were. It made my life a whole lot more entertaining though. thanks--I love it--no one ever gave me something like this.
2/07/2007
Vision
In business class we've been talking about vision. The best businesses in this world became the best because someone had a vision and developed it. For example, Microsoft's vision was to equip every home with a computer, and that's what they set out to do.
I've been thinking a lot about my own personal vision. Who do I envision myself becoming? Am I striving to become that person? Am I choosing opportunities that would cause me to grow the most or am I taking the easier, more enticing path? This life is but for a moment and the things I value here will make all the difference in who I will become. Hmm. More importantly the things I value now are the things that make me who I am now.
I've been thinking a lot about my own personal vision. Who do I envision myself becoming? Am I striving to become that person? Am I choosing opportunities that would cause me to grow the most or am I taking the easier, more enticing path? This life is but for a moment and the things I value here will make all the difference in who I will become. Hmm. More importantly the things I value now are the things that make me who I am now.
2/03/2007
2/01/2007
Scared to Fall
My brother's roommate made this...I think it showed his roommates lip too much but other than that the actors are great!
Remembering
When I was younger, I remember envisioning who I would become when I grew up. I remember I used my favorite qualities of the people who I admired the most to make up who I wanted to be:
I wanted to be like Laurie and just look beautiful at any given moment, with her commitment to the things she believes in.
I wanted to be in control and fun like Debbie and be strong so everyone knows where I stand.
I wanted to be independant and a people person like Spencer.
I wanted to make people laugh like Brian and be a hard worker.
I wanted to be organized like Lynnette and go to bed on time, and be self motivated knowing that I could accomplish any thing I put my mind to.
I wanted to be persuasive and smart like Melanie.
I wanted to be a friend like Venita and have her love for people.
I wanted to be as patient and charitable like Dave.
I wanted to carry myself like Chanae. In the way she eats, walks, and respects herself.
I wanted to know all the answers like my dad.
And have the same passion for the gospel and life as my mom does.
I wanted to be like Laurie and just look beautiful at any given moment, with her commitment to the things she believes in.
I wanted to be in control and fun like Debbie and be strong so everyone knows where I stand.
I wanted to be independant and a people person like Spencer.
I wanted to make people laugh like Brian and be a hard worker.
I wanted to be organized like Lynnette and go to bed on time, and be self motivated knowing that I could accomplish any thing I put my mind to.
I wanted to be persuasive and smart like Melanie.
I wanted to be a friend like Venita and have her love for people.
I wanted to be as patient and charitable like Dave.
I wanted to carry myself like Chanae. In the way she eats, walks, and respects herself.
I wanted to know all the answers like my dad.
And have the same passion for the gospel and life as my mom does.
1/26/2007
Virtual house tour
1/24/2007
Case Scenario
I have 5 roommates whom I live with. And one of the five, say Sally, is not friendly to any of the other roommates but me. Which I find odd because I'm not sure how I got chosen to be the only one Sally associates with. She is not my room roommate but she would like to be and she keeps asking me to move in. But I see she gets angry quickly and she's already been mad at me and I don't want to fill my life with the stress of always worrying about my actions. So I choose not to move in with Sally because I find our relationship would be best if kept at a distance. Well Sally's room roommate, Fran, cannot stay in the same room as her any more because Sally ignores her and is forwardly rude to her. I don't blame her for wanting to move out. So tonight I am approached by Fran, who is crying, and asked to switch her rooms tomorrow because she can't handle living in the same room with Sally. She will either move out of the apartment or move into my room. I honestly do not want to move in with the other girl. My choices are to move out and allow Fran to move into my room or have Fran to move out. Either way one of us will not be staying. What would be the best way to handle this?
1/23/2007
1/21/2007
Wikipedia definition of KAMI:
Kami 神 is the Japanese word for the objects of worship or awe in the Shinto faith. In some instances, such as Izanagi and Izanami, kami are personified deities, similar to the gods of ancient Greece or Rome. In other cases, such as those concerning the phenomenon of growth and natural objects, the spirits dwelling in trees, or forces of nature.
Kami may, at its root, simply mean 'spirit', or an aspect of spirituality.
Kami may, at its root, simply mean 'spirit', or an aspect of spirituality.
1/16/2007
Best Part of Day
running through Family Dollar
screaming in the car
talking to my mom
crying on my bed
dancing in Wal-mart
Harriet jumping out from the clothes racks to scare me
getting locked out of my house...again (but then going to my old house)
eating ice cream with roommates--soon
singing Chrismas songs at the top of my lungs
doing accounting homework (cuz it's so much like math)
paying off next months rent already
laying on Harriet's bed
talking to my brother Spencer
watching the movie Dave made on Robert Frost's the road not taken??
thinking about the truck I wish I drove
leaving a message on kate's phone with harriet
laughing...
screaming in the car
talking to my mom
crying on my bed
dancing in Wal-mart
Harriet jumping out from the clothes racks to scare me
getting locked out of my house...again (but then going to my old house)
eating ice cream with roommates--soon
singing Chrismas songs at the top of my lungs
doing accounting homework (cuz it's so much like math)
paying off next months rent already
laying on Harriet's bed
talking to my brother Spencer
watching the movie Dave made on Robert Frost's the road not taken??
thinking about the truck I wish I drove
leaving a message on kate's phone with harriet
laughing...
1/13/2007
REDWINGS
Maybe you've noticed that around here
red-winged blackbirds aren't rare,
but they aren't seen often either, and then, at distance,
banking away from roads as we pass.
But one morning, I saw a hundred
more, feeding on seed I'd scattered
under a line of pines planted
more than a hundred years before.
Almost at rest, their feathers folded close,
only yellow wingbars
break their black bodies. But when, as they did,
all at once, they lifted, that red...
I've tried for a long time, and maybe should,
to tell you how they disembodied redwings
flared and vanished.
I've lost them in every telling.
So much for me. I could die now, anyway.
Could you? We will close our eyes
and rest, in case the blackbirds, in slow motion,
assume again the flames they are, and rise.
---William Heyen
red-winged blackbirds aren't rare,
but they aren't seen often either, and then, at distance,
banking away from roads as we pass.
But one morning, I saw a hundred
more, feeding on seed I'd scattered
under a line of pines planted
more than a hundred years before.
Almost at rest, their feathers folded close,
only yellow wingbars
break their black bodies. But when, as they did,
all at once, they lifted, that red...
I've tried for a long time, and maybe should,
to tell you how they disembodied redwings
flared and vanished.
I've lost them in every telling.
So much for me. I could die now, anyway.
Could you? We will close our eyes
and rest, in case the blackbirds, in slow motion,
assume again the flames they are, and rise.
---William Heyen
SIMPLE TRUTHS
When a man has grown a body,
a body to carry with him
through nature for as long as he can,
when this body is taken from him
by other men and women who happen to be,
this time, in uniform,
then it is clear he has experienced
an act of barbarism,
and when a man has a wife,
a wife to love for as long as he lives,
when this wife is marked with a yellow star
and driven into a chamber she will never leave alive,
then this is murder,
so much is clear,
and when a woman has hair,
when her hair is shorn and her sclap bleeds,
when a woman has children,
children to love for as long as she lives,
when the children are taken from her,
when a man and his wife and their children
are put to death in a chamber of gas,
or with pistols at close range, or are starved
or beaten, or injected by the thousands,
or ripped apart, by the thousands, by the millions,
it is clear that where we are
is Europe, in our century, during the years
from nineteen-hundred and thirty-five
to nineteen-hundred and forty-five
after the death of Jesus, who spoke of a different order,
but whose father, who is our father,
if he is our father,
if we must speak of him as fatehr,
watched, and witnessed, and knew,
and when we remember,
when we touch the skin of our own bodies,
when we open our eyes into dream
or within the morning of sunlight
and remember what was taken
from these men, from these women
from these children gassed and starved
and beaten and thrown agains walls
and made to walk the valley
of knives and icepicks and otherwise
exterminated in ways appearing to us almost
beyond even the maniacal human imagination,
then it is clear that this is the German Reich,
during approximately ten years of our lord's time,
and when we read a book of these things,
when we hear the names of hte camps,
when we see the films of the bulldozed dead
or the film of one boy struck on the head
with a club in the hands
of a German doctor who will wait
some days for the boy's skull to kint, and will enter
the time in his ledger, and then
take up the club to strike the boy again
and wait some weeks for the boy's skull to knit,
and enter the time in his ledger again,
and strike the boy again,
and so on, until the boy, who,
at the end of the film of his life
can hardly stagger forwar toward the doctor,
does die, and the doctor
enters exactly the time fo the boy's death into his ledger,
when we read these things or see them,
then it is clear to us that this
happened, and within the lord's allowance, this
work of his minions, his poor
vicious dumb German victims twisted into the swastika of trees struck by lightning,
on this earth, if he is our father,
if we must speak of him in this way,
this presence above us, within us, this
mover, this first cause, this spirit, this
curse, this bloodstream and brain-current, this
unfathomable oceanic ignorance of ourselves, this
automatic electric Aryan swerve, this
fortune that you and I were no the victims, this
luck that you and I were not the murderers, this
sense that you an i are clean and understand, this
stupidity that gives him breath, give him life
as we kill them all, as we killed them all.
---William Heyen
a body to carry with him
through nature for as long as he can,
when this body is taken from him
by other men and women who happen to be,
this time, in uniform,
then it is clear he has experienced
an act of barbarism,
and when a man has a wife,
a wife to love for as long as he lives,
when this wife is marked with a yellow star
and driven into a chamber she will never leave alive,
then this is murder,
so much is clear,
and when a woman has hair,
when her hair is shorn and her sclap bleeds,
when a woman has children,
children to love for as long as she lives,
when the children are taken from her,
when a man and his wife and their children
are put to death in a chamber of gas,
or with pistols at close range, or are starved
or beaten, or injected by the thousands,
or ripped apart, by the thousands, by the millions,
it is clear that where we are
is Europe, in our century, during the years
from nineteen-hundred and thirty-five
to nineteen-hundred and forty-five
after the death of Jesus, who spoke of a different order,
but whose father, who is our father,
if he is our father,
if we must speak of him as fatehr,
watched, and witnessed, and knew,
and when we remember,
when we touch the skin of our own bodies,
when we open our eyes into dream
or within the morning of sunlight
and remember what was taken
from these men, from these women
from these children gassed and starved
and beaten and thrown agains walls
and made to walk the valley
of knives and icepicks and otherwise
exterminated in ways appearing to us almost
beyond even the maniacal human imagination,
then it is clear that this is the German Reich,
during approximately ten years of our lord's time,
and when we read a book of these things,
when we hear the names of hte camps,
when we see the films of the bulldozed dead
or the film of one boy struck on the head
with a club in the hands
of a German doctor who will wait
some days for the boy's skull to kint, and will enter
the time in his ledger, and then
take up the club to strike the boy again
and wait some weeks for the boy's skull to knit,
and enter the time in his ledger again,
and strike the boy again,
and so on, until the boy, who,
at the end of the film of his life
can hardly stagger forwar toward the doctor,
does die, and the doctor
enters exactly the time fo the boy's death into his ledger,
when we read these things or see them,
then it is clear to us that this
happened, and within the lord's allowance, this
work of his minions, his poor
vicious dumb German victims twisted into the swastika of trees struck by lightning,
on this earth, if he is our father,
if we must speak of him in this way,
this presence above us, within us, this
mover, this first cause, this spirit, this
curse, this bloodstream and brain-current, this
unfathomable oceanic ignorance of ourselves, this
automatic electric Aryan swerve, this
fortune that you and I were no the victims, this
luck that you and I were not the murderers, this
sense that you an i are clean and understand, this
stupidity that gives him breath, give him life
as we kill them all, as we killed them all.
---William Heyen
1/06/2007
Textbooks Galore
I have so many, so many textbooks cuz I get into a class, buy the textbooks, then decide that I don't want to take the class anymore and switch my schedule around. For the past week, I've changed my schedule every day. I can't even remember which ones I'm taking any more.
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