".....WwWwWoOoOOoWwWwWw......"

Sometimes (most of the time, actually), Molly says it best.

She also said this the other night: "It could've been you, homo!"

I wub her so much. XD

And now I'm spending time with my sister, whom I have missed beyond words. I'm so glad to have her back. :)

I don't know if one person is allowed to have this much good going on in her life at one time, but I'm certainly going to continue to push the envelope.

I know, I'm being terribly vague, but all will be revealed.

Right now I'm just enjoying it all.

"Uncharted"

No words,
My tears won't make any room for more,
And it don't hurt like anything I've ever felt before, this is
No broken heart,
No familiar scars,
This territory goes uncharted...

Just me, in a room sunk down in a house in a town, and I
Don't breathe, no I never meant to let it get away from me
Now, too much to hold, everybody has to get their hands on gold,
And I want uncharted.
Stuck under the ceiling I made, I can't help but feeling...

I'm going down,
Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,
Like you'll show me where to go,
I'm already out of foolproof ideas, so don't ask me how
To get started, it's all uncharted...

La la la-la-a-a-a.
Oh-h-h.

Each day, countin' up the minutes till I get alone, 'cause I can't stay
In the middle of it all, it's nobody's fault, but I'm
So lonely,
Never knew how much I didn't know,
Oh, everything is uncharted.
I know I'm getting nowhere, when I only sit and stare like...

I'm going down,
Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,
Like you'll show me where to go,
I'm already out of foolproof ideas, so don't ask me how
To get started, it's all uncharted.

Jump start my kaleidoscope heart,
Love to watch the colors fade,
They may not make sense,
But they sure as hell made me.

I won't go as a passenger, no,
Waiting for the road to be laid
Though I may be going down,
I'm taking flame over burning out...

Compare where you are to where you want to be, and you'll get nowhere.

I'm going down,
Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,
Like you'll show me where to go,
I'm already out of foolproof ideas, so don't ask me how
To get started
Oh-h
I'm going down,
Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,
Like you'll show me where to go,
I'm already out of foolproof ideas, so don't ask me how
To get started, it's all uncharted...

La la la-a-a-a




This is SO my jam.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Wikipedia's article on Alice in Wonderland actually offers some fairly clever solutions, but that really has very little to do with this post.

I don't know much about ravens or true-to-form writing desks, but I do know I sure love my new-to-me computer desk.

Yes, it has that novelty quality that accompanies anything new, but it's also useful and is something I have been wanting for a long time. That last reason is strong enough for me to love this desk.
It's also helping to turn my room into my personal space again; a place I can enjoy spending time, now that I have time to spend in it.

The cable in my room is on the fritz (only channels 6, 21, and 34 come through, and none them are entertaining in the slightest), which would typically make my experience in here less enjoyable (10:00 is Gilmore Girls time on ABC Family), but here it is 10:02, and I don't mind that I'm missing the antics of Lorelai & Rory.

Okay, so I don' t mind because I went into the living room, stole the DVD player and hooked it up in here so that I could watch season one of Alias and the stack of movie musicals on my dresser, but what's it to ya?


Anywho, the past week-ish has been kind of wonderful; approximately 10 days in a row of pure goodness for me.

How has it been for you?

My kryptonite

Fruit snacks
Veggie straws
Stationary, pens, and all manner of office supplies
Playlists
Live music
Rice Krispy treats
Doing something--anything--that matters to someone else
60% off DVDs
Diet Coke
Singing in front of an audience
Gilbert Blythe
You

(Just to name a few.)

Ironic, isn't it?

"We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts."

Sometimes it's two steps forward, and one step back

The Publix California rolls are still quite tasty, but I forgot to grab chopsticks, and sushi is just not the same with a fork.

I'm eating dinner before rehearsal (The Dreamers, a.k.a. ghosts, are waltzing tonight. It'll be like the Haunted Mansion at Shelton tonight!), and as I reflect on the day, it has been so delightful and productive. Granted, I've been up since about 5:20, so there's been copious amounts of time to get things done, but I feel absolutely refreshed, oddly enough.

I had to take Mom in for her nerve block at 6:00 this morning, but after we got in the waiting room, she pulled out her book and gave me permission to head to Starbucks for breakfast.

Grande soy chai latte and a pumpkin scone.
Mmmm... It's that time of year again. Ü

After that, I went back to the hospital to hang out in the cafeteria with my laptop and the other goodies in my backpack, but I spent a little extra time in the car finishing enjoying my scone and listening to Kidd Kraddick. I forgot how much I like listening to them in the mornings.

When I got into the cafeteria (affectionately nicknamed "the crapeteria" at dinnertime), the hospital's WiFi worked for approximately 15.2 seconds before deciding to wig out on me. Thankfully I didn't need it for anything, but I wanted to check my e-mail and facebook and, ya know, stuff. I particularly wanted to continue reading Anne of the Island, but 'twas not to be.
I finished my planning for teaching at the Magnet School today (First day was pretty good; the kids are wonderful.), and then tried to get the wireless to work again. And again and again and again.
I finally got to check my e-mail and was about two minutes into perusing my facebook when my laptop suddenly reached critical battery (we're talking subito forte cymbal crash) and blanked out on me. Naturally.

I didn't really mind, though. I had my new Bible and Disciple Study Manual with me, so I had some quality and quantity quiet time before the traffic in the crapeteria picked up (including some rather odoriferous breakfast foods) and outpatient surgery called to tell me Momma was about ready.

It was the perfect start to the day. I think I know what I have to do now to pick myself back up, and it's very freeing.

God's slowly and gently stirring Himself inside me, and He's using so many wonderful things and, especially, people to bring me ever closer to His heart.

My neck, shoulders, and back are still tense, but it's not as painful.

The house is still a mess, but it's not an insurmountable task to clean it up.

I have, to be frank, a crap ton of work to do in terms of working toward successful graduate school auditions, but thank goodness I have the drive to do it, and the amazing people in my life who know exactly how to encourage me when I need it most.

All of this positive energy is great, but the best part of tapping into the Divine?


I feel a little more myself again.

Hope

All precious things discovered late
To those that seek them issue forth,
For Love in sequel works with Fate,
And draws the veil from hidden worth.
-TENNYSON


Ummm, that's all I've got today other than I read 7 chapters of Anne of the Island at work last night on the music dept. nook; my feet hurt, but other than that, I'm okay (with special thanks to Project Gutenberg).



LOVE

Yes, please.

"A busy evening followed. The decorations had to be removed, the dishes washed, the uneaten delicacies packed into a basket for the delectation of Charlotta the Fourth's young brothers at home. Anne would not rest until everything was in apple-pie order; after Charlotta had gone home with her plunder Anne went over the still rooms, feeling like one who trod alone some banquet hall deserted, and closed the blinds. Then she locked the door and sat down under the silver poplar to wait for Gilbert, feeling very tired but still unweariedly thinking "long, long thoughts."
"What are you thinking of, Anne?" asked Gilbert, coming down the walk. He had left his horse and buggy out at the road.
"Of Miss Lavender and Mr. Irving," answered Anne dreamily. "Isn't it beautiful to think how everything has turned out... how they have come together again after all the years of separation and misunderstanding?"
"Yes, it's beautiful," said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne's uplifted face, "but wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding... if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?"
For a moment, Anne's heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert's gaze and a rosy flush sustained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps... perhaps... love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
Then the veil dropped again; but the Anne who walked up the dark lane was not quite the same Anne who had driven gaily down it the evening before. The page of girlhood had been turned, as by an unseen finger, and the page of womanhood was before her with all its charm and mystery, its pain and gladness."

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Per usual, this post is a bumpy, disjointed ride. Hold on.

I slept approximately 12 hours last night, after a succession of sleeping for about 10 hours per night (with the exception of Thursday night, which I got between 4 and 5). I know my body is trying to play catch-up for the past, say, 3 years, so I'm trying to not feel badly about it, but I kinda do. I had plans for the extra 4 hours I got this morning. Ah, well.

I've been juggling schedules, trying to get back on track with grad school applications, and trying to remember (in general; to be a child of the light; to take care of myself; to move forward... too many things to think on, apparently). I just can't seem to get a grasp on my routine yet. I'm not used to this much variety in my life, I guess. It's what happens after becoming a slave to your schedule. Now that I feel more like the "master of my own destiny," I don't know exactly what to do. Good thing I'm not really the master of my own destiny. I'd be in Trouuuuuuuuuble.

But I kind of am in trouble. I am having a difficult time stepping up and proactively seeking my destiny, and seeking what my Master has to say. It's partially because I'm afraid of what I'll hear. It's partially because I'm tired and am not diligent about using my time wisely, as I used to be.

I really want to tie in a thought I had when I was still considering the job with the Presbyterians, and to do so with style and brilliant, fluid, comprehensive writing, but I am running out of time before I have to get ready for work. Maybe I'll come back and take the time to revise this. Until then...
It came to me on the first of August. Our pastor was preaching the last of his sermon series "The Physician's Gospel," which discussed the Gospel of Luke. Something he'd said triggered a thought I had on boldness born out of need. I began looking through my Bible and jotted down some references that I thought demonstrated such boldness, and then I thought about making this a theme for a women's Bible study (that would have been one of my duties had I taken the job). I've always had a heart for music, children, and the women of the church. It was kind of an exciting thought to have a chance to do something with that, but I digress.

The point being that, for me, I think I'll have the boldness to do all of these things I'm having difficulty with once I really understand that it's a need I have that must be met. Whew!





I know I should be writing a poignant post about today being September 11th, but I don't have it in me. United, we stand. To me, that comma is crucial to that statement being true about our nation. I don't know that we necessarily stand united on anything other than we all want what we (as individuals) think is best for our country. And thinking of that makes me sad.

But today, I don't have to think on that because I believe it's safe for me to say that we are united in lifting up those who have suffered so much because of what happened on this day nine years ago. When we remember that we are all people who feel and hurt, that is when we are united at our best. Humanity is the greatest common denominator. We should practice behaving like that is true every day, not just on days forever tarnished by tragedy.

I apologize for writing like a textbook. It's not my intent to insult your intelligence by thinking you don't know which sentences are most important. It's just that I want to communicate to you that I think those sentences are most important. That's all.

Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink...

Isn't that how the saying goes? (Well, poem, actually, but that's just a technicality...)

Similarly, lots of things are going on, but I don't know precisely what to write.

http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/2010/09/ten-important-things-ive-learned-about-blogging/

#1: Be yourself.

Mmm. Good number one.

Let's all go ponder that, shall we?


P.S. Have you seen this ad on facebook?

"Fashion Girls Needed"



[Double take]

Yeah. Yeah, I'd say so.

Joan Holloway, at your service.

Stats for the day Friday, September 3, 2010

•5 nooks sold

•7 hours on feet
•0 minutes of break
•2 feet that REALLY hurt

•1 hour 45 minutes of (rough) sing-through

•200 real copies
•approximately 190 fake copies

•1 ream of paper at $2.99 + tax
•1 (more than slightly illegal) copy of vocal score with FREE spiral binding.

Now that I've made my list, are you ready for the run-on sentences?

'Cause I am!

Okay, so the story goes like this:

I went to FedEx Office (formerly known as Kinko's) to make a copy of the vocal score for the show so that I can highlight and write in whatever medium I so please and not have to pay to replace the thing, and I'll just keep it as a memento yada yada yada... When I got through the first 75 pages of fake copies (I'd scanned the pages, and then the stinkin' machine tells me to insert my card... which was already in the machine... and I had to start all over with the scanning.), I noticed that there wasn't any paper in the copier, and I'm thinking, "Aw, man. I know the economy sucks, but really Kinko's? Really. You're gonna make me buy my own stinking ream of paper, too?" So, my grumbly butt walks over to buy said paper. I get up there, happily complain about how long I'm going to be there making copies, swipe my debit card, and one of the 3 sweethearts working the night shift asks if I need a bag for my paper.

"No, thanks, I'm about to go over there and use it."

They all look at me funny.

Sweetie #1: "What?"
"The copier was out of paper, and I just assumed..."
Sweetie #2: "We should take your picture!"
Sweetie #2 & #3: "Man, give her a refund..." "...her money back."

At this point I was really too tired to care about the $3 and some odd cents.

Sweetie #1: "What else did you need to do?"
"Take the copies I make and have them spiral bound."
#1: "Then you get that spiral binding for free."

I walked back over to the copy machine, sufficiently red in the face and ears (Yeah, they were still talking about me as I walked away), made approximately 115 more fake copies (How's my math?), and then started printing the copies I'd scanned in sets of 20, 30, and 50 till I finished the damn thing. (I apologize, all, but I'm ridiculously tired, and it's my favorite curse word.)

Despite all that, let's continue with the day's tally, shaaaaall we?

•1 nice li'l ditty of a conversation with Sweeties #2 & 3
•1 compliment on my "bubbly" personality, and 1 on my appearance (Sweetie #1 prior to the paper fiasco).

"Are you a fan of Mad Men?"

(To make all of our lives simpler, even though I've only watched partial episodes of the show)

"I am."

"Then you must get told all of the time that you..."

"...look like Joan. Yes."

Needless to say, I have new friends at FedEx/Kinko's/whatever.

"It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad at all..."

Tuesday night I auditioned for a production of the Secret Garden. I felt like the audition went really well, and I got to spend time with a few of my favorite people, so all-in-all it was a great night.

Yesterday morning I went to Birmingham to bring Lindsey lunch and visit with her for a bit. It was so good to see her. We got to talk for about an hour and a half, and I'm going back to the Ham tonight to see her again. :) It's the Matthew Mayfield concert on Samford University's campus tonight, and we are attending.

[Ugh. Watching Clueless... again... and Paul Rudd is made of adorable. I will love him 'til the day I die.]

Then I came home to figure out my life for the next week or so while watching "Ally in the Afternoon." I should be ashamed of the fact that I relish time to come home and watch television for 2 hours straight in the middle of the day, but I don't think I am. There are just some days I need to relate to Ally McBeal and all her crazy.

After that, I booked it to church for a meeting about the new children's worship service we are creating.

Lesson learned: Methodist moms are INSANE. This is gonna be fun, though. Working with these ladies (and the one man on the design team so far, James, the Director of Music Ministries) is going to make me keenly aware of my age and experience, though.

Then I just chilled in the choir room before rehearsal. I read a little Anne of Avonlea, talked with James a little about auditions (he tried out, too), and talked with our new music library kid about his aspirations for college before the director of the show (who is a member of our church and sings in the choir) walks in and sits down on the couches with us. He begins talking to James about the role he wants him to play, and then he comes over and sits by me.

He put his arm around me and said, "Kate, I'm just going to tell you that you are going to be a wonderful..."
Oh no, oh no, he's not going to say the name I want to hear, oh no, get ready to be let down gently, Kate, it'll be fine...

"...Lily."

And I immediately curl up into his chest and say, "Omahgah, Omahgah. Thank you!"

The night could have ended there, as far as I was concerned.

This will be the first time I get to play a dream role of mine outside of school. *coughcoughbelleinbeautyandthebeastinhighschoolcough*

I'm a big kid now, and I am so truly and unbelievably and incredibly blessed.

But the night didn't end there.

We had a great choir rehearsal, and then I went out to eat Chinese and just hang out with a few of my favorites till the wee hours--well, hour lol-- of the morn.

And this weekend has a promising look about it. :)

All of the other ''stuff" doesn't go away, but all of the good definitely helps the "stuff" lose some of its prominence in my life.

♥