Plans

and transatlanticism.

I've decided to start taking Fridays off and working out every night.

I'm not renewing my disneyland pass.

Who am I?

I'm going to be one productive, happy girl.

My new favourite thing to do at disneyland is to observe couples. It is so interesting to see different sorts of people from all over interact their loved ones. There are the 12 year olds who hold hands and look opposite ways. There are the moms and dads who don't get along, but have 2 or 3 little ones for whom they're keeping it together. There are the moms and dads who love each other so much they forget their kids. There are the college aged couples that look bored out of their minds with each other and with life. There are the twenty-something rockabilly wanna-be's who are as in love with their image, as they are with their significant other. There are the late twenty-somethings who can't keep their hands to themselves.

And then there are the 2 normal couples I see.

Love, love. What is love?

Spoon River

Degenerate sons and daughters,

Life is too strong for you--

It takes life to love Life.

Edgar Lee Masters

Daily Blogging 1.2

I'm sitting here drinking tea, reading blogs, procrastinating, going through old music, and wishing I were young again, dreaming up things to write.

I wish I were young again.

But those times are gone. Gone, gone, gone.

So instead I'll write something like one hundred pages this semester, holed up in my room or the library with the greatest works of all time. I'll drink my tea and come out for meals and exercise and sunshine and socialization. I'll make my art, find my inspiration, and forget why I'm here. I'll suddenly remember and then I won't have it any other way.

Tea, books, and the world at my fingertips.

Everything will be alright.

Daily Blogging

In everything with prayer and supplication...

I want to blog everyday!

I think it would be very good, very good for me.

No one cares to read about my life, but that is alright.

Don't feel obligated.

Its probably going to be mostly complaining, documenting, wondering.

The wondering part will be the good part.

I'm finishing up selections from Chaucer today. He wrote dirrrrty things! I have no idea how he got around the classy police of the thirteen hundreds. The Tales are entertaining, though. He had a knack for comedy and getting a point across and character development. Huh.

In other news, I've seriously been wondering what the HECK I was thinking when I signed up for eighteen units this semester (also, who thought to take the extra 't' out of eighteen? I do not like it without that 't'). I finally feel like I can write and crochet and cook and instead I have to cram for a science test. Not the life I want.

But I suppose it is the life I get. What with having a brain and things to say that may or may not need to be heard.

Back to the grind.

Really...

I just want to be legit.

Amen.

Now and Always

I'm pretty sure I'm a feminist.

Oh well.

With Love,

Natalie

Punktuated

Maybe the three exclamation points after the "i'm really excited for you to meet his family" was too much. Maybe I shouldn't have asked how much he drinks. Maybe I shouldn't feel even somewhat personally responsible for my ex best friend's well-being. Maybe I should become a motivational speaker so I can save people like her from herself.

That would be a definite "no" to motivational speaking and an emphatic "yes" to I feel things rather deeply.

I'll

Never

Save

Anyone.

The international students on the roof would like you to know that they speak the language of their native countries rather well (and rather loudly).

God does not demand that we give up our personal dignity, that we throw in our lot with random people, that we lose ourselves and turn from all that is not him. God needs nothing, asks nothing, and demands nothing, like the stars. It is a life with God which demands these things.

Experience has taught the race that if knowledge of God is the end, then these habits of life are not the means but the condition in which the means operates. You do not have to do these things; not at all. God does not, I regret to report, give a hoot. You do not have to do these things— unless you want to know God. They work on you, not on him.

You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.

-Annie Dillard

Stalker

Some creeper is stalking my other blog. I'll be here from now on, I suppose.

SOMEBODY JUST BE REAL WIT ME.

That is all.

Thank you for your time.

I'll be here all week

and month

and year

and probably decade.

I'll be here spouting cliches and

rereading feminist literature

until the

day

I

die.

Amen, goodnight. Farewell.

Confessions

"Late have I loved you, beauty so and and so new; late have I loved you. And see, you were within and I was in the external world and sought you there, and in my unlovely stare u plunged into those lovely created things which you want. You were with me, and I was not with you. The lovely things kept me far from you, though if they did not have their existence in you, their had no existence at all. You called and cried and cried out loud and shattered my deafness. You were radiant and resplendent, you put flight to you blindness. You were fragrant, and I drew in my breath and now pant after you. I tasted you, and I feel but hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire to attain the peace which is yours."

-Augustine

I Have A Problem

I have two blogs.

I post things on both of them.

I like them both equally.

This one is more formal;

the other one is a collection of things

I love.

I don't know what to do.