Interests:God, music, writing, books, and language primarily. Secondarily computers, theater, dogs, and travel. There's more, of course, but that's enough for here. Occupation:Student
So, like, hardly anybody reads this. That's okay, though; it's nice to have a place where i can feel like i'm sharing my opinions with society without actually having to worry about somebody poking holes in my nice theories, or someone taking what i've written here and shaping it into a skewed view of me.
English or History. I'm going to be attempting to get a degree soon; probably by taking a bunch of tests and distance-learning courses. The question is, in what? Certainly nothing is stopping me from getting both, but that would be a lot of work. Then again, that might be preferable than trying to choose, because right now, i don't know that i could choose.
I have now seen the cult-hit TV show "Firefly" and its accompanying movie, "Serenity" (which would have been called "Firefly" if Warner Bros. had been able to buy the rights to it from Fox). I enjoyed the former the most; it was a bit 'sexier' than most TV shows, i think, but it was also wittier. The movie I was already prepared to 'discon' (a word Abbie and i invented meaning 'make part of the discontinuity', which means a part of a fiction canon disregarded by fans for one reason or another; see how many well-versed Star Trek fans admit to the existence of episodes like "Threshold" and "A Night in Sick Bay") it, as at least one much-loved character died. After seeing it, while it was as witty and interesting as the TV series it was also considerably darker and more violent, and -- most objectionably, apart from the aforementioned death -- there was some character decay. So, while i liked some of the quotes and didn't mind seeing it, i don't think i'll be watching it again.
It is annoying how few watchable movies there have been lately. I saw "Inkheart" on DVD, which was okay but not exceptional; similar to "City of Ember", which i preferred to its novel counterpart, but again, not exceptional. I have a number of films on my "hold-list" at the local library. One (titled "I Capture the Castle") i put on hold without checking the rating; a mistake. Apparently it was rated R for one or two scenes of entirely unnecessary nudity. I really don't get that; there was none in the book, and i can't really think where they would fit it in. Oh well.
As ever, i can't think of a good way to end this. Leave a comment if you stop by.
This is the first Xanga entry written on 'my' new laptop, that technically belongs at least half to my parents, as i have as yet not paid them for my half of it. I don't know if my sister has paid for her half yet.
This entry isn't shaping up to be much yet, is it?
I'll keep putting these in new paragraphs to make it seem longer.
On and off, i've pondered if it's greater to do the little things well than the big things. After all, in the parable of the Master and the talent-given servants, the Master did not test them out with a big thing but with a little thing to see if they were ready for big things.
It's certainly harder to do little things. No one is likely to give you a medal for getting up at a proper time, making your bed, cleaning up after yourself, etc.
At first, i thought you could pretty much count on people to do big things. But can you really? If you stop the freaky psycho in the bank lobby, then you'll almost certainly get a medal of some kind from somebody .. just possibly posthumously. That wouldn't be fun, and it's much safer to stand in the back and do nothing.
So, if someone does little things/big things, does that guarantee they'll do the other? Well, i think it's pretty clear that very little is "guaranteed" when dealing with humans, but i think it's like the work-faith relationship. If you are the sort of person to do one, then you're probably the sort who will do the other. So doing all those little things will help shape you into someone who will do the big things.
That looks nice and long.
In other news, ummmm ....
Got nothing.
That's all you get, folks. Move along. Leave a comment on your way out. Have a nice day.
Maybe someday Xanga will understand that i don't want to change to their new private page. Or maybe not.
Since i can't really decided what to put here, i will instead post the words to a song i discovered in the recent past:
Why are you striving these days? Why are you still trying to earn grace? Why are you crying? Let Me lift up your face Just don't turn away
Why are you looking for love? Why are you still searching As if I'm not enough? To where will you go, child? Tell Me, where will you run? To where will you run?
'Cause I'll be by your side Wherever you fall In the dead of night Whenever you call And please don't fight These hands that are holding you My hands are holding you
Look at these hands and My side They swallowed the grave on that night When I drank the world's sin So I could carry you in I want to give you life
'Cause I'll be by your side Wherever you fall In the dead of night Whenever you call And please don't fight These hands that are holding you My hands are holding you
'Cause I'll be by your side Wherever you fall In the dead of night Whenever you call And please don't fight These hands that are holding you My hands are holding you
Cause I, I love you And I want you to know That I, I love you I'll never let you go
'Cause I'll be by your side Wherever you fall In the dead of night Whenever you call And please don't fight These hands that are holding you My hands are holding you
'Cause I'll be by your side Wherever you fall In the dead of night Whenever you call And please don't fight These hands that are holding you My hands are holding you. ~ By Your Side, Tenth Avenue North
I've spent, and will spend, most of last week and this, in the car. Mom is still recovering from her most recent surgery and can't drive herself. While it's nicer than feeling trapped in the house, i wouldn't mind a little more "down-time" at home.
An unpleasant situation has been brewing inside the leadership of a club -- which i am, unfortunately and unwillingly, a member of. I have to decide whether or not to stay at it, and i really don't know any more. I only ran for secretary last year because nobody else did, and if i step down now (with only a year until elections), i'm not sure anyone else would step up. At least there isn't a deadline date for my decision.
I wish i could say "i hate college" or something nice and simple like that, but unfortunately this situation isn't that straightforward. I've had trouble remembering to look into CLEP tests and such, especially since i'm not accustomed to making that kind of decision. Every day that i wait only adds to the overall delay, which is part of what frustrates me, but sadly frustration does not motivate me.
On the positive side, i'm doing some volunteer work locally (at the hospital and eventually i'll be doing some at a crisis pregnancy center), and today i bought some pretty Thomas Kinkade calendars at a lower price, and my increased activity seems to be making a difference.
So, it's been a while since i've posted anything here. I participated in NaNoWriMo and won for the second year, though technically speaking i did not actually finish the story. Pity.
Up here in the north, it is most decidedly winter. It snowed, and it snowed, and it snowed, and it snowed, and it snowed. Then it melted a little, and then it snowed again. Snow is incredibly beautiful to watch as it falls, but once it falls you have to shovel it. That is decidedly less enjoyable. However, i have no cause for complaint, since i did very little shoveling at all. Yet. If the rest of winter is similar to this month, i will have many opportunities.
I've found some good books to read (hurray!); primarily Lord Peter Wimsey stories by Dorothy L. Sayers. In my opinion, Agatha Christie (a contemporary of Sayers) wrote better mysteries, but i prefer Wimsey to Poirot or Marple. I've also read another good Terry Pratchett book ("Going Postal"), but he's the sort of author you have to be picky and choosy with.
I also read "Shardik" by Richard Adams. Not as good as "Watership Down", to my mind, but very good all the same.
Technically "books" was not in the title, but "Christmas" was, so i'll write about that too. It's no secret that family Christmases are not the best, but it didn't go too badly this year. We got in and out of one gathering in what seemed to me like record time (at least for the past few years), and the second wasn't bad either. My oldest cousin was there with his newest addition -- a beautiful little girl, probably not much more than a month old. My mom and an aunt both "fought" over who got to hold her. :)
We have not had our family Christmas yet; we decided to postpone that till New Year's to lessen the hectic-ness of two rather stressful extended-family gatherings. So far, it's been wonderfully relaxing. Tomorrow night we go shopping.
Hmm. It appears that waiting two or three months between entries is very conducive to the ease of writing, and it isn't like anyone really reads this anyway.
Okay, i mentioned "romance" too; but there's nothing interesting there, except i have found one of the most romantic songs ever:
