i had my first public "miss weber" incident yesterday, at barnes and noble. i was reading the graphic novel "blankets" by craig thompson, recommended to me by mary wright. she briefly mentioned that it was controversial in terms of adolescent lit, but i felt ill prepared to handle the timid "hey miss weber" and the cartoon penis in front of me at ( Read more... )

when i get home from my first summer work day (6:30 wake up will be a transition. yikes.), i think i'm going to listen to two songs at once ( Read more... )

remember when the reason i wrote in journals was in case big things happened? like, karissa and i were talking once about how she had journal entries to read about the whole time she was falling in love and i was amazed by the beauty and purpose of that ( Read more... )

as long as i've loved this song, it never rang quite this true [till now]:

i bare my windowed self untamed and untrained in
dreams that hardly touch our complexions
true is false
if room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall
bold waves tumble
oh to the season of my heart
and you have offended my faith and my trust
until all is lost into the beauty ( Read more... )

it's been a day or a bajillion. i'm writing in my cute new journal that i also tape random artifacts like movie stubs, yarn wrappers, and twolves tickets in to make myself feel cool. that's much harder to do, here on the internet. i mean, i could insert a picture, but that doesn't require tape. and tape is what makes it cool.

perhaps if i nixed the caffiene intake anytime after 8, i'd be happily in bed now. but, in following with the theme of the past few days, i'm wide eyed and unwilling to sink into the sheets just yet. though i do feel bad, as this keyboard is terribly loud and the walls of my childhood (adolescent?) home are quite thin. poor mum has to go back to ( Read more... )

know what the best part about my new background is?

it's actually my real christmas tree.

( see? )

it has been far too long. i've not written here OR in my real journal in weeks, which is perhaps part of the reason i feel somewhat disconnected. i need a new journal, i think. i saw one at barnes and noble i really liked, perhaps i'll point it out to anyone lacking a gift for me once i get home.

which will be, i think, tomorrow afternoon. i haven' ( Read more... )

one of my favorite parts of Christmas is Sawyer Brown's "Hallelujah He is Born". top ten favorite cd's of all time, that one definitely places. "he sent a carpenter, a carpenter, to build his kingdom here/ a carpenter, he sent a carpenter, to build on faith not fear/ the truth lay in those nail scarred hands/ so every heart could understand..." ( Read more... )

It's been too long since I've updated. So much of life has happened and I'm not sure I can do it justice by putting a few lines down on a web page. Somehow, it seems wrong not to at least try though.

A week ago tonight, my Uncle Robby committed suicide. His life was a struggle with addictions, demons, and a troubled marriage. About a year ago, he ( Read more... )