6.13.2009
update.
i just got a call from one of my really good friends, jarrod hockett, who is on all summer staff at brookhill. (his job is basically mine but he's there all summer). and anyway, he told me what activities and cabin i am in. so i can tweak my last post a bit. i will have 2 archery activities, a fun swim, and a drama. wooo. and i am in the t-bird cabin with katie darracq (i graduated from this cabin last year. she is wonderful). so i will have about 13 girls in my cabin, and i'm so excited! just thought i would let you know. wooo.
busy, busy, busy
well i just got back yesterday from Student Life camp in Georgia. it was incredible. i'm not going to go into details here, because well, i just don't feel like it. right now i am taking a break from packing and preparing for trip #3 of my summer: Brookhill week 2. i leave early monday morning for hot springs... i'm stoked!
for those of you who don't know what my job will consist of, i will enlighten you...
i will be a junior counselor in a cabin with anywhere from 12-20 3rd-9th grade girls. there will also be a senior counselor in my cabin, and there is the possibilty of there being another JC (if it's a larger cabin). i will also be a helper in 4 activities. these could be anything from archery to drama to fun swim to girls sports. other than those things, jc's are basically at camp to just help out. take out the trash, sweep, fill water balloons (i've heard this is torture), change wet beds, etc...
it's going to be a very rewarding but exhausting week. and i'm so excited!! ahhh.
for those of you who don't know what my job will consist of, i will enlighten you...
i will be a junior counselor in a cabin with anywhere from 12-20 3rd-9th grade girls. there will also be a senior counselor in my cabin, and there is the possibilty of there being another JC (if it's a larger cabin). i will also be a helper in 4 activities. these could be anything from archery to drama to fun swim to girls sports. other than those things, jc's are basically at camp to just help out. take out the trash, sweep, fill water balloons (i've heard this is torture), change wet beds, etc...
it's going to be a very rewarding but exhausting week. and i'm so excited!! ahhh.
5.28.2009
summer
well i heard this song for the first time this morning. and it is offically my summer song at the moment. the lyrics are simply genius. and so are the melodics. oh geez. just go listen to it please.
The Saltwater Room
Owl City
I opened my eyes last night
and saw you in the low light
Walking down by the bay, on the shore,
staring up at the planes that aren’t there anymore
I was feeling the night grow old
and you were looking so cold
Like an introvert, I drew my over shirt
Around my arms and began to shiver violently
Before you happened to look
And see the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground
All the subways around create a great sound
To my motion fatigue: farewell
With your ear to a seashell
You can hear the waves in underwater caves
As if you actually were inside a saltwater room
Time together is just never quite enough
When you and I are alone,
I’ve never felt so at home
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time
When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home,
why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?
All the time, all the time
Can you believe that the crew has gone
And wouldn’t let me sign on?
All my islands have sunk in the deep,
So I can hardly relax or even oversleep
I feel as if I were home some nights
When we count all the ship lights
I guess I’ll never know why sparrows love the snow
We’ll turn off all of the lights
And set this ballroom aglow
mmm this song just feels like summer.
The Saltwater Room
Owl City
I opened my eyes last night
and saw you in the low light
Walking down by the bay, on the shore,
staring up at the planes that aren’t there anymore
I was feeling the night grow old
and you were looking so cold
Like an introvert, I drew my over shirt
Around my arms and began to shiver violently
Before you happened to look
And see the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground
All the subways around create a great sound
To my motion fatigue: farewell
With your ear to a seashell
You can hear the waves in underwater caves
As if you actually were inside a saltwater room
Time together is just never quite enough
When you and I are alone,
I’ve never felt so at home
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time
When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home,
why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?
All the time, all the time
Can you believe that the crew has gone
And wouldn’t let me sign on?
All my islands have sunk in the deep,
So I can hardly relax or even oversleep
I feel as if I were home some nights
When we count all the ship lights
I guess I’ll never know why sparrows love the snow
We’ll turn off all of the lights
And set this ballroom aglow
mmm this song just feels like summer.
4.28.2009
garbage
remember that time i was reading a 121-page poem?
and i loved it?
and i wanted to share it with you?
but it was too long?
well here's the highlights.
enjoy.
hopefully as much as i did.
"...it just
goes to show you: moderation imposed is better
than no moderation at all: we tie into the
lives of those we love and our lives, then, go
as theirs go; their pain we can't shake off;
their choices, often harming to themselves,
pour through our agitated sleep, swirl up as
no-nos in our dreams..."
"garbage has to be the poem of our time because
garbage is spiritual, believable enough
to get our attention, getting in the way, piling
up, stinking, turning brooks brownish..."
"the new's an angle of emphasis on the old:
new religions are surfaces, beliefes the shadows
of images trying to construe what needs no
belief; only born die, and if something is
born on new, then that is not it, that is no
the it: the it is the indifference of all
differences, the nothingness of all the poised
somethigs, the finest issue of energy in which
boulders and dead stars float..."
"...because while the
prodigal stamps off and returns, the father goes
from iron directives that drove the son away
to rejoicing tears at his return: the safe
world of community, not safe, still needs
feelers send out to test the environment, to
to bring back news or no news; the cnetral
mover, the huge river, needs, too, to bend,
and the son sent away is doubtless welcomed home:
we deprive ourselves of, renounce, safety to seek
greater safety: but if we furnish a divine
sanction of theology to the disposition, we
must not think when the divine sanction shifts
that there is any alteration in the disposition..."
"...we
need nothing more, except the spelling out of
these for those inattentive or too busily lost
in the daily elaborations to prize the essential:
(1) don't complain -- ills are sufficiently
clear without reiterated description: (2) count
your blessing, spelling them over and over into
sharp contemplation: (3) do what you can --
take actionL (4) move on, keep the mind
allied with the figurations of ongoing..."
"...I've discovered
at sixty-three that the other thing I wished of
poetry, that it prevent death, has kept me a
little strange, that I have not got my feet out
of the embranglements of misapplication and out
into a clear space to go; that I have to start
again from a realization of failure: in fact,
having learned about commanding silence and
having, mostly by accident, commanded it a few
times, i've become afraid of convincingness..."
"it is the law of the jungle we have learned so
much from: but some would say the purpose of
living is to serve others or rule them, or to
write music, and some would say that being alive
is like being dead, but I would say that the
purpose though it might not always--or but
seldom--come through is still being alive..."
"even in the midst of passion plant the seed
whose vine or seed may hang you: things
not followed as risks are risky: being alive
means being alive to mischance's chances."
-garbage
A.R. Ammons
and i loved it?
and i wanted to share it with you?
but it was too long?
well here's the highlights.
enjoy.
hopefully as much as i did.
"...it just
goes to show you: moderation imposed is better
than no moderation at all: we tie into the
lives of those we love and our lives, then, go
as theirs go; their pain we can't shake off;
their choices, often harming to themselves,
pour through our agitated sleep, swirl up as
no-nos in our dreams..."
"garbage has to be the poem of our time because
garbage is spiritual, believable enough
to get our attention, getting in the way, piling
up, stinking, turning brooks brownish..."
"the new's an angle of emphasis on the old:
new religions are surfaces, beliefes the shadows
of images trying to construe what needs no
belief; only born die, and if something is
born on new, then that is not it, that is no
the it: the it is the indifference of all
differences, the nothingness of all the poised
somethigs, the finest issue of energy in which
boulders and dead stars float..."
"...because while the
prodigal stamps off and returns, the father goes
from iron directives that drove the son away
to rejoicing tears at his return: the safe
world of community, not safe, still needs
feelers send out to test the environment, to
to bring back news or no news; the cnetral
mover, the huge river, needs, too, to bend,
and the son sent away is doubtless welcomed home:
we deprive ourselves of, renounce, safety to seek
greater safety: but if we furnish a divine
sanction of theology to the disposition, we
must not think when the divine sanction shifts
that there is any alteration in the disposition..."
"...we
need nothing more, except the spelling out of
these for those inattentive or too busily lost
in the daily elaborations to prize the essential:
(1) don't complain -- ills are sufficiently
clear without reiterated description: (2) count
your blessing, spelling them over and over into
sharp contemplation: (3) do what you can --
take actionL (4) move on, keep the mind
allied with the figurations of ongoing..."
"...I've discovered
at sixty-three that the other thing I wished of
poetry, that it prevent death, has kept me a
little strange, that I have not got my feet out
of the embranglements of misapplication and out
into a clear space to go; that I have to start
again from a realization of failure: in fact,
having learned about commanding silence and
having, mostly by accident, commanded it a few
times, i've become afraid of convincingness..."
"it is the law of the jungle we have learned so
much from: but some would say the purpose of
living is to serve others or rule them, or to
write music, and some would say that being alive
is like being dead, but I would say that the
purpose though it might not always--or but
seldom--come through is still being alive..."
"even in the midst of passion plant the seed
whose vine or seed may hang you: things
not followed as risks are risky: being alive
means being alive to mischance's chances."
-garbage
A.R. Ammons
4.26.2009
3.18.2009
carry me through
lately, spiritually, my life has been dead. at a complete standstill. not going backwards but certainly not going forward... as a result of this I have felt distant... this song is incredible and exactly what I've needed to hear...
crawl (carry me through)
superchick
how long will this take?
how much can I go through?
my heart, my soul aches
I don't know what to do
I bend but don't break
and somehow I'll get through
because I have you
and If I had to crawl, well you'd crawl too
I stumble and I fall. carry me through
the wonder of it all is you see me through
oh Lord where are you?
do not forget me here
I cry in silence,
can you not see my tears
when all have left me
and hope has disappeared
you find me here
when everything I was is lost,
I have forgot but you have not
when i am lost, you have not lost me
thanks for your time
crawl (carry me through)
superchick
how long will this take?
how much can I go through?
my heart, my soul aches
I don't know what to do
I bend but don't break
and somehow I'll get through
because I have you
and If I had to crawl, well you'd crawl too
I stumble and I fall. carry me through
the wonder of it all is you see me through
oh Lord where are you?
do not forget me here
I cry in silence,
can you not see my tears
when all have left me
and hope has disappeared
you find me here
when everything I was is lost,
I have forgot but you have not
when i am lost, you have not lost me
thanks for your time
3.02.2009
STOP!
my life has been non-stop lately. i feel as if there is no time for anything. with school, soccer, church, friends, the boyfriend... it's hectic! i don't know why am i telling you this... but i am. i think i just need to complain for a minute to get it out of my system. take last week for example. it was HELL. a really hard soccer game against greenbrier. terrible practices. 4 tests. 2 papers. 1 outline. 2 quizzes. aka terrible. and there was not one night that i was home before 8ish.
so going into school today... i was really tired. and quite frankly i was very much upset to be there. but it was so much better! i didn't do anything in my classes... i went to senor tequila and got to miss choir. soccer wasn't too bad (except for the shin splints... but i'm used to that). and i got to come home and cook dinner. usually i wouldn't be excited about that but it was great! (i cooked spinach tortellini soup... so yummy). and i didn't have any homework. so i just got to veg out on facebook and write this...
so i think that's all i needed to say. i think maybe i just wanted to give you an update on my life. this is it. i'm happy. life is good. the end.
so going into school today... i was really tired. and quite frankly i was very much upset to be there. but it was so much better! i didn't do anything in my classes... i went to senor tequila and got to miss choir. soccer wasn't too bad (except for the shin splints... but i'm used to that). and i got to come home and cook dinner. usually i wouldn't be excited about that but it was great! (i cooked spinach tortellini soup... so yummy). and i didn't have any homework. so i just got to veg out on facebook and write this...
so i think that's all i needed to say. i think maybe i just wanted to give you an update on my life. this is it. i'm happy. life is good. the end.
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