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Sigur Ros makes life suck a little bit less.
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It occured to me today as I was talking to my friend on the phone:

Enlightenment is as simple as a cup of tea.

Well now.

Dec. 13th, 2005 09:54 pm
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I am now convinced I have a guardian angel.

In an otherwise awful day, three good things happened:

1) My bus was delayed a few minutes, giving me enough time to run back to my house to get something I forgot.

2) A computer opened up in the library this morning, giving me enough time to download my project for first period. I also made it to class on time, which is amazing in itself.

3) I forgot my lunch, and had no money to buy anything. I didn't have breakfast this morning either. I spent most of my day hungry, but in last period, someone bought me a bad of chips.

Another random point: I wasn't cold at all last night, or all of today, which is rare for me, especially seeing as it's December.

And you know what? Almost as either irony, proof, or mockery, my Launchcast just began playing one of my favourite songs...as it's been doing since I started this post...

Anyways, I just wanted to make public my belief in angels, and I'd like to give my deepest and most humble thanks to the one that's watching over me; for the strength and the resolve you've given me, for bringing me inspiration during times of creative drought,for helping me through some of the most nerve-racking and stressful times of my life, for watching over my Mother and sister as well as I, and for staying with me, even though I'm no longer Christian*.

EDIT: and thank you for giving me the concentration I needed to finish my Essays, and thank you for letting the words come to me quickly and easily.

I don't think I'm worthy of your love, Angel, but I thank you for it nonetheless.

*Although I'm not Christian, I'm a spiritual agnostic; That is to say, I may not believe in God, but I don't rule out his existence, and I do believe in faith healing, angels, astrology and other things people consider "new age."*


May. 22nd, 2005 07:45 pm
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IN our second home, with a family much bigger than our own
Is where we spend our day and most of our energy,
With eachother,
and when we have to leave; not all of us go.

Language stays and finds solace in imaginative prose and ever-so-strict poetry.
Song hides within his notes, and behind the voices.
Theatre twists people to people not themselves, and yet they are.

And beauty exist in all of these beings, but for the ones loved by
colour and light,
And depth and texture,
And spaces and figures,
and whatever else there is to see...

Her I find in the morning, asleep by her donkey, hair mused and
clothing far more colourful than it should be.
Her brush is still in her hands.
And when I go to remove it,
her hands,
so callused and rough,
abused and mistreated,
are like rocks in the soft petals of mine.

Written for a very dear friend of mine who needs a bit less stress in her life.

Expect another one for another friend soon.
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So, it was 4 in teh morning when my friends and I remembered it was supposed to be 5 in the morning...XD

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah. I'm not looking forward to dinner. My dad is gonna be there. Not that I don't WANT him to be there, but all he's gonna do it bitch and bitch and bitch about my marks and shit. Fuck. I swear to GOD if he starts, I'm leaving.

Mum's in a bad mood too. don't know WHO pissed in her cornflakes, but she's really mad at me for whatever reason. I frankly don't care at the moment.

On to MORE depressing news: The pope died, as I'm sure you're all aware....Hartless as I may sound, I realyl can't say I care that much...why did I even bring this up...

I lost the game BTW; for those of you who know-HAHA. For those of you who don't, don't ask.

On a happier note: My sister isn't here right now.

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