I am currently procrastinating organizing my school year. I have SO much to organize, I barely know where to start, and writing a prosaic blog post about it seems so much easier. Also, where would I be without procrastination? ;)
I need a list of textbooks to get, school supplies to get, homework/prework that needs to be done, any other miscellaneous items needed. I also need to draft myself a schedule, and to-do list. I need to figure out what dual credit classes I need/am taking, and register for those.
Classes start in two weeks, a tiny amount of time for what I feel needs to get done. Yet I'd be happy with them starting tomorrow.
I hate school just as much as the next kid, and would be happy if it were wiped off the face of the earth. But I LOVE learning... and I love socializing. I'm taking more out classes this year than ever before, and am excited for the structure and accountability those will give me, as well as the new techniques of learning and such.
and, of course, the school supplies. PLUS all the extracurricular activities that come along with the school year.
The other day I looked out the window and would have sworn it was fall. I knew it was 100+ degrees outside, but it looked *so* fall-like.
I'm ready. This isn't exactly the *last* time I have to 'get ready for school', but... it is. I know getting ready for college is much the same thing, but somehow this feels like very first last time.
<3 LS
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
speed. love.
Just imagine what it must be like to drive an airplane.
not fly. drive.
Once you're up in the air it gets dreadfully boring. But for those first few seconds, as you shoot down the runway, all is bliss. Speeding down such a smooth, straight stretch of road. Pure joy. Who knows how fast they go, but it's fast enough to slam you back in your seat, the groan of the engines loud. Would I ever be a pilot? No way. Will I ever attempt 200mph? Perhaps. Legally, of course ;)
not fly. drive.
Once you're up in the air it gets dreadfully boring. But for those first few seconds, as you shoot down the runway, all is bliss. Speeding down such a smooth, straight stretch of road. Pure joy. Who knows how fast they go, but it's fast enough to slam you back in your seat, the groan of the engines loud. Would I ever be a pilot? No way. Will I ever attempt 200mph? Perhaps. Legally, of course ;)
Thursday, July 7, 2011
words of THE day
bellwether: a leader or leading indicator.
cozen: to deceive or obtain by deceit.
longueur: a tedious passage in a work of literature or performance art.
pari passu: at an equal pace or rate.
wheedle: to entice by flattery.
supernal: being on high; celestial.
malfeasance: wrongdoing, misconduct, or misbehavior.
florid: flushed with red; also, excessively ornate.
triskaidekaphobia: fear of the number 13.
antediluvian: extremely old.
sartorial: of or relating to a tailor, tailoring, or clothing.
vestigial: relating to a body part that has become small and lost its use.
The dictionary.com 'words of the day' from all my past birthdays (that dictionary.com has been in existence ;))
I find it amusing how, like, half of these apply to me. or birthdays. anyways.
LESS THAN A WEEK GUYS. who knows what the wotd will be this time?!
cozen: to deceive or obtain by deceit.
longueur: a tedious passage in a work of literature or performance art.
pari passu: at an equal pace or rate.
wheedle: to entice by flattery.
supernal: being on high; celestial.
malfeasance: wrongdoing, misconduct, or misbehavior.
florid: flushed with red; also, excessively ornate.
triskaidekaphobia: fear of the number 13.
antediluvian: extremely old.
sartorial: of or relating to a tailor, tailoring, or clothing.
vestigial: relating to a body part that has become small and lost its use.
The dictionary.com 'words of the day' from all my past birthdays (that dictionary.com has been in existence ;))
I find it amusing how, like, half of these apply to me. or birthdays. anyways.
LESS THAN A WEEK GUYS. who knows what the wotd will be this time?!
#winning
I just figured out how to predate posts.
I used to have 99 posts in 2010. now I have one hundred. OCD SCORE!!!
*does happy dance*
I have a feeling I'll be over here a lot more, now that that awful 99 isn't staring me in the face! ;)
check out the predated post - http://i-amawriter.blogspot.com/2011/07/cdo.html
<3 bestdayever ;)
LS
I used to have 99 posts in 2010. now I have one hundred. OCD SCORE!!!
*does happy dance*
I have a feeling I'll be over here a lot more, now that that awful 99 isn't staring me in the face! ;)
check out the predated post - http://i-amawriter.blogspot.com/2011/07/cdo.html
<3 bestdayever ;)
LS
Friday, May 20, 2011
A Celtic Song
softly upon the dewy grass
our feet play games with ladybugs
they twist and twirl and lighty fall
and flatten down a grassen rug
the jig I dance is not exclusive
shared by the sun, and by the wind,
by the fawns, the butterflies
and by you, my dear old friend
we laugh and dance,
they dance along,
while the blue sky sings
a celtic song
and the green of my eyes
matches the summer trees
while yours gleam brighter
than the sunlit bees.
and our laughter joins
the birds' sweet songs
and it's exactly like
we're singing along
and the wind catches our hair
and it carries it around
as it does with the sweet scent of summer
and every glorious sound
while we laugh and dance,
they dance along,
and the blue sky sings
a celtic song
and as the sun sets down
we grow quite tired
and we lay upon our flattened grass
and stare up into blackened mire
slowly, stars blink on
small sparks of glory
and we find laughter again
at a remembered story
and one shoots across
and we shout, and wish
did we wish the same?
perhaps at similar-ish
either way, the night grows cold
we sleep upon our grassen sheet
a necessary joy, for on the morrow
we will start again with dancing feet
we will laugh and dance,
and they'll dance along,
while the blue sky sings
a celtic song
our feet play games with ladybugs
they twist and twirl and lighty fall
and flatten down a grassen rug
the jig I dance is not exclusive
shared by the sun, and by the wind,
by the fawns, the butterflies
and by you, my dear old friend
we laugh and dance,
they dance along,
while the blue sky sings
a celtic song
and the green of my eyes
matches the summer trees
while yours gleam brighter
than the sunlit bees.
and our laughter joins
the birds' sweet songs
and it's exactly like
we're singing along
and the wind catches our hair
and it carries it around
as it does with the sweet scent of summer
and every glorious sound
while we laugh and dance,
they dance along,
and the blue sky sings
a celtic song
and as the sun sets down
we grow quite tired
and we lay upon our flattened grass
and stare up into blackened mire
slowly, stars blink on
small sparks of glory
and we find laughter again
at a remembered story
and one shoots across
and we shout, and wish
did we wish the same?
perhaps at similar-ish
either way, the night grows cold
we sleep upon our grassen sheet
a necessary joy, for on the morrow
we will start again with dancing feet
we will laugh and dance,
and they'll dance along,
while the blue sky sings
a celtic song
Ecclesiastes 3
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
What do workers gain from their toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that people will fear him.
Whatever is has already been,
and what will be has been before;
and God will call the past to account.
And I saw something else under the sun:
In the place of judgment—wickedness was there,
in the place of justice—wickedness was there.
I said to myself,
“God will bring into judgment
both the righteous and the wicked,
for there will be a time for every activity,
a time to judge every deed.”
[...18-21...]
So I saw that there is nothing better for a person than to enjoy their work, because that is their lot. For who can bring them to see what will happen after them?
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
What do workers gain from their toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that people will fear him.
Whatever is has already been,
and what will be has been before;
and God will call the past to account.
And I saw something else under the sun:
In the place of judgment—wickedness was there,
in the place of justice—wickedness was there.
I said to myself,
“God will bring into judgment
both the righteous and the wicked,
for there will be a time for every activity,
a time to judge every deed.”
[...18-21...]
So I saw that there is nothing better for a person than to enjoy their work, because that is their lot. For who can bring them to see what will happen after them?
Saturday, May 14, 2011
groundhog... ten minutes?
So I've been trying to clean my room (a process that would take maybe TEN minutes) for the past hour or so.
I'm practically caught in a time loop.
see, I noticed my room was messy, and I have a friend coming for a sleepover tomorrow, so I figured I'd clean it tonight before I hit the hay. Well, I decided that pandora would be a great thing to accompany my cleaning, so I went to my computer to turn it on. I clicked open my internet browser and thought 'hmm, while I'm here, I might as well check facebook! oh, yeah, I still haven't messaged my friend like I meant to earlier. I'll do that!'
well, I get on facebook, spend five minutes creeping random people's profiles (coughleilacough ;)) and then look at twitter, then tumblr, then see the time and think 'oh goodness, I need to go to bed!'
I turn around from my desk, start walking to my bed, and then realize 'oh goodness, my room is messy, I should clean it for Maria tomorrow!'
I have literally done this five times.
about the fourth time, I finally got the message sent on facebook. that was an achievement.
now, I'm giving up. I'm just going to go to bed. and read. which is not sleeping. ;)
but anyways, that was my time bending moment of the night. sorta. kinda. ;)
I'm practically caught in a time loop.
see, I noticed my room was messy, and I have a friend coming for a sleepover tomorrow, so I figured I'd clean it tonight before I hit the hay. Well, I decided that pandora would be a great thing to accompany my cleaning, so I went to my computer to turn it on. I clicked open my internet browser and thought 'hmm, while I'm here, I might as well check facebook! oh, yeah, I still haven't messaged my friend like I meant to earlier. I'll do that!'
well, I get on facebook, spend five minutes creeping random people's profiles (coughleilacough ;)) and then look at twitter, then tumblr, then see the time and think 'oh goodness, I need to go to bed!'
I turn around from my desk, start walking to my bed, and then realize 'oh goodness, my room is messy, I should clean it for Maria tomorrow!'
I have literally done this five times.
about the fourth time, I finally got the message sent on facebook. that was an achievement.
now, I'm giving up. I'm just going to go to bed. and read. which is not sleeping. ;)
but anyways, that was my time bending moment of the night. sorta. kinda. ;)
Thursday, May 5, 2011
It's not insomnia. it's stupidity.
4:30 am is truly a remarkably creative time.
and when you've been writing for six hours... not good writing, not emotional vomit, but boring formal, academic writng... well, you feel even more creative
it is as if you have been struggling against water pushing out through the hole in the dam, and now you can let it go. You've been trying to keep the water from coming out, or make it come out a specific way, but now you can remove your finger and let the water crash over you.
it's a splendid feeling.
of course, if the water drowns you, that is another problem. If you are drowned by sleep, by creativity, if either one (two of the greatest gifts from God, I believe) stifles the other... what to do then? which to choose? both are commodoties, both hard to catch hold of, hard to get time for.
it's a problem.
and problems must be faced head on.
except, at 4:30 am, I lack the focus to face a problem head on. I lack the focus to face a problem anything-on. I lack focus period.
which is why most of my 4:30 am blog posts end up like this, trailing off, strangely poetic and with such potential, but lacking purpose, point, arc & climax, ANYTHING. they are just drabbles of the mind, pointless, trailing, unending drabbles.
I could write random words forever. Just keep writing things, nonsensical things, but that would be of no use! or of some use, perhaps it would amuse me later, perhaps not.
I shall sleep now. I have to wake in two hours. C'est La Vie... *shrug*
<3
LS
and when you've been writing for six hours... not good writing, not emotional vomit, but boring formal, academic writng... well, you feel even more creative
it is as if you have been struggling against water pushing out through the hole in the dam, and now you can let it go. You've been trying to keep the water from coming out, or make it come out a specific way, but now you can remove your finger and let the water crash over you.
it's a splendid feeling.
of course, if the water drowns you, that is another problem. If you are drowned by sleep, by creativity, if either one (two of the greatest gifts from God, I believe) stifles the other... what to do then? which to choose? both are commodoties, both hard to catch hold of, hard to get time for.
it's a problem.
and problems must be faced head on.
except, at 4:30 am, I lack the focus to face a problem head on. I lack the focus to face a problem anything-on. I lack focus period.
which is why most of my 4:30 am blog posts end up like this, trailing off, strangely poetic and with such potential, but lacking purpose, point, arc & climax, ANYTHING. they are just drabbles of the mind, pointless, trailing, unending drabbles.
I could write random words forever. Just keep writing things, nonsensical things, but that would be of no use! or of some use, perhaps it would amuse me later, perhaps not.
I shall sleep now. I have to wake in two hours. C'est La Vie... *shrug*
<3
LS
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Madame Monet (What Say You To Forever?)
A poem inspired by ‘Madame Monet and Her Son’ by Monet
“What say you to forever?
How would we fare together?
To lay side by side and stare at the sky
Blinded by the sun, but seeing so much.
To speak of everything, yet say nothing
To share a smile or a look and understand the deepest thought
To know the comforts and discomforts
To be as one
For now you are a mystery
Veiled, far away, seen through a mist
Our future is a dream, and a hazy one
The wind, exhaled as a sigh of longing, blows it away.
I stare for a while
I see us
I see our family
I see the future
But it is probably not the future
Dreams are dreams
And they are blown away, changed, redirected
Waves, tossed about, never certain of their course
Those fleeting dreams
Those quick snatches
Those ever-exaggerated scenes
Those.
Wind through the grass
While the sun beats down
And my hair blows in my face
As we laugh at ourselves
Then the mood is somber
Then I stare at you, tears threatening
Then you stare back, and we know
Then again… we don’t really know anything.”
“What say you to forever?
How would we fare together?
To lay side by side and stare at the sky
Blinded by the sun, but seeing so much.
To speak of everything, yet say nothing
To share a smile or a look and understand the deepest thought
To know the comforts and discomforts
To be as one
For now you are a mystery
Veiled, far away, seen through a mist
Our future is a dream, and a hazy one
The wind, exhaled as a sigh of longing, blows it away.
I stare for a while
I see us
I see our family
I see the future
But it is probably not the future
Dreams are dreams
And they are blown away, changed, redirected
Waves, tossed about, never certain of their course
Those fleeting dreams
Those quick snatches
Those ever-exaggerated scenes
Those.
Wind through the grass
While the sun beats down
And my hair blows in my face
As we laugh at ourselves
Then the mood is somber
Then I stare at you, tears threatening
Then you stare back, and we know
Then again… we don’t really know anything.”
Friday, March 4, 2011
Glorify Him
(orginally posted at http://thoughts-and-praise.tumblr.com/)
I was looking through another blog of mine for a post I’d written, one that I was planning to post here. It was very good and deep and all that, and it was tagged (on my blog) with ‘God’. I was searching through the tags for the ‘God’ tag and couldn’t find it. Now, on my blog I have the tags set in a feature where the most-used ones are the biggest, and so on and so forth. Naturally I was searching for the ‘God’ tag near the top. Certainly, in all of my righteousness I would have written dozens of posts about Him, and concerning Him. I searched for a few moments, and then couldn’t find it. Frustrated, I scanned the rest of the tags quickly, not expecting to see it. Of course it was there, almost at the bottom. ‘God (4)’ in tiny little print. Four posts, out of 113. only four posts concerning/about God?
I think, of course, this reflects our lives. We’re always being told to let Him be the center of our lives, and to do all to glorify and serve Him. And perhaps we think we are. I certainly thought that, if one were to go on my blog, they would at least get a little helping of God. I thought that they would be able to see my Christianity, and my passion for Him immediately. And maybe they can see the Christmas story, or the verse reference on the top. But is that enough? That’s not glorifying Him! Certainly it’s a start, and I’m not condemning myself. I’m not saying every post I make has to be about God. (although certainly He should be visible through everything I do.) I’m just saying, maybe I should focus on Him more in all my life. Maybe, even though I THINK He is the center, I need to make sure. I need to trace the ‘God tags’ in my life, and make sure there is more than four. Make sure I’m not just telling myself I’m living for Him.
of course, not to condemn anyone “Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death. (Romans 8:1-2)” just a reevaluation in my life, that I thought I’d share :)
~Cora
“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” (Matthew 5:14-16)
I was looking through another blog of mine for a post I’d written, one that I was planning to post here. It was very good and deep and all that, and it was tagged (on my blog) with ‘God’. I was searching through the tags for the ‘God’ tag and couldn’t find it. Now, on my blog I have the tags set in a feature where the most-used ones are the biggest, and so on and so forth. Naturally I was searching for the ‘God’ tag near the top. Certainly, in all of my righteousness I would have written dozens of posts about Him, and concerning Him. I searched for a few moments, and then couldn’t find it. Frustrated, I scanned the rest of the tags quickly, not expecting to see it. Of course it was there, almost at the bottom. ‘God (4)’ in tiny little print. Four posts, out of 113. only four posts concerning/about God?
I think, of course, this reflects our lives. We’re always being told to let Him be the center of our lives, and to do all to glorify and serve Him. And perhaps we think we are. I certainly thought that, if one were to go on my blog, they would at least get a little helping of God. I thought that they would be able to see my Christianity, and my passion for Him immediately. And maybe they can see the Christmas story, or the verse reference on the top. But is that enough? That’s not glorifying Him! Certainly it’s a start, and I’m not condemning myself. I’m not saying every post I make has to be about God. (although certainly He should be visible through everything I do.) I’m just saying, maybe I should focus on Him more in all my life. Maybe, even though I THINK He is the center, I need to make sure. I need to trace the ‘God tags’ in my life, and make sure there is more than four. Make sure I’m not just telling myself I’m living for Him.
of course, not to condemn anyone “Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death. (Romans 8:1-2)” just a reevaluation in my life, that I thought I’d share :)
~Cora
“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” (Matthew 5:14-16)
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