title: Old Borego by Switchfoot
yeah i know, it's a Christmas song, but it was stuck in my head (which makes me thing of Poparazzi...hahaha switchfoot)
anywho this is where my birthday blog SHOULD go, but i found this jon quote i really liked, so i'll think i'll just post that instead:
"Every year I add to the list of injustices that betray the selfish, arrogant bastard that I truly am. And yet, today I am not despondent. No, you see I have far too much to be thankful for. I wake up with the new sun knowing that I am not forced to be enslaved to myself. The chains of my appetite and of my lust are not my destiny. Truly, I have been given a second start: a new, abundant life that begins this side of the grave. No, I do not have all the answers but every breath that I have been given points to a grace that I cannot fully comprehend." -Jon Foreman
so eloquent. thanks jon
that's all for now children, more another day
-katie*
That's when the irony hit me...Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
title: With God on Our Side by Bob Dylan
i dont' really like bob dylan, but his lyrics are so poetic.
i'm writing because of a book i just read The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. it is the first of the three that we've had to read for english that i actually understand. the author's writing style and word choice is confusing at first, but eventually turns into poetic and artfully descriptive. this passage struck me for some reason:
"Sally, do you sometimes wish you didn't have to go home? Do you wish you feet would one day keep walking and take you far away from Mango Street, far away and maybe your feet would stop in front of a house, a nice one with big flowers and big windows and steps for you to climb up two by two upstairs to where a room is waiting for you. And if you opend the little window latch and gave it a shove, the windows would swing open, all the sky would come in. There'd be no nosy neighbors watching, no motorcycles and cars, no sheets and towels and laundry. Only trees and more trees and plenty of blue sky. And you could laugh, Sally. You could go to sleep and wake up and never have to think of who likes and doesn't like you. You could close your eyes and you wouldn't have to worry what people said because you never belonged here anyway and nobody could make you sad and nobody would think you're strange because you like to dream and dream. And no one could yell at you if they saw you out in the dark leaning against a car, leaning against somebody without someone thinking you are bad, without somebody saying it is wrong, without the whole world waiting for you to make a mistake when all you wanted , all you wanted, Sally, was to love and to love and to love, no one could call that crazy." - Cisneros, p. 82-83
and to this moment i still can't explain the connection i feel to this passage. the last line in particular, "all you wanted, Sally, was to love and to love and to love, no one could call that crazy"
i suppose i don't have a point here. just something that sparked my interest i suppose.
-katie*
i dont' really like bob dylan, but his lyrics are so poetic.
i'm writing because of a book i just read The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. it is the first of the three that we've had to read for english that i actually understand. the author's writing style and word choice is confusing at first, but eventually turns into poetic and artfully descriptive. this passage struck me for some reason:
"Sally, do you sometimes wish you didn't have to go home? Do you wish you feet would one day keep walking and take you far away from Mango Street, far away and maybe your feet would stop in front of a house, a nice one with big flowers and big windows and steps for you to climb up two by two upstairs to where a room is waiting for you. And if you opend the little window latch and gave it a shove, the windows would swing open, all the sky would come in. There'd be no nosy neighbors watching, no motorcycles and cars, no sheets and towels and laundry. Only trees and more trees and plenty of blue sky. And you could laugh, Sally. You could go to sleep and wake up and never have to think of who likes and doesn't like you. You could close your eyes and you wouldn't have to worry what people said because you never belonged here anyway and nobody could make you sad and nobody would think you're strange because you like to dream and dream. And no one could yell at you if they saw you out in the dark leaning against a car, leaning against somebody without someone thinking you are bad, without somebody saying it is wrong, without the whole world waiting for you to make a mistake when all you wanted , all you wanted, Sally, was to love and to love and to love, no one could call that crazy." - Cisneros, p. 82-83
and to this moment i still can't explain the connection i feel to this passage. the last line in particular, "all you wanted, Sally, was to love and to love and to love, no one could call that crazy"
i suppose i don't have a point here. just something that sparked my interest i suppose.
-katie*
Monday, August 25, 2008
title: Empty Handed by Michelle Branch
okay, so that quote is easily overdramatic. i'm not drowning in misery. but i am feeling like i'm drowning.
as quite a few people know gihan left for college on saturday. he left early in the morning so the last time i saw him was friday night (technically saturday morning i suppose...i was there until one). i expected to be sad. i expected it to hurt. just not this much.
this is ridiculous. i have cried for two days! on my way to lifetime yesterday i kept tearing up to the point that i was worried my makeup would be super smeared when i finally went in. i cried when i talked to him. then this morning seemed better. i woke up, did some stuff, talked to jenna, and everything seemed brighter. until i saw the text he sent me. he asked me if the sweatshirt he left with me still smelled like him (which should have been a ridiculous question because he scent stays forEVER). so when i went to go check i realized that it didn't smell like him. it smelled like the air freshener in my car (it was in my car all day yesterday). then i snapped. i went to find the shirt i'd worn to his house and it didn't smell, and the other shirt i had worn was in the wash. it really really hurt. i feel like i'm losing him. i know that's silly because he'll be home in a month but it still hurts.
the real kicker is that i can't tell him. i don't have the heart to tell him how upset i am because he's already got so much to deal with. he already has to deal with being completely alone in a new school in a new city. i can't tell him how much it hurts that he's gone. and i feel like none of my friends can understand. i just feel entirely alone. i need to stop crying though.
i'm just really sad right now. i know it'll pass, but for today, it just plain sucks.
-katie*
okay, so that quote is easily overdramatic. i'm not drowning in misery. but i am feeling like i'm drowning.
as quite a few people know gihan left for college on saturday. he left early in the morning so the last time i saw him was friday night (technically saturday morning i suppose...i was there until one). i expected to be sad. i expected it to hurt. just not this much.
this is ridiculous. i have cried for two days! on my way to lifetime yesterday i kept tearing up to the point that i was worried my makeup would be super smeared when i finally went in. i cried when i talked to him. then this morning seemed better. i woke up, did some stuff, talked to jenna, and everything seemed brighter. until i saw the text he sent me. he asked me if the sweatshirt he left with me still smelled like him (which should have been a ridiculous question because he scent stays forEVER). so when i went to go check i realized that it didn't smell like him. it smelled like the air freshener in my car (it was in my car all day yesterday). then i snapped. i went to find the shirt i'd worn to his house and it didn't smell, and the other shirt i had worn was in the wash. it really really hurt. i feel like i'm losing him. i know that's silly because he'll be home in a month but it still hurts.
the real kicker is that i can't tell him. i don't have the heart to tell him how upset i am because he's already got so much to deal with. he already has to deal with being completely alone in a new school in a new city. i can't tell him how much it hurts that he's gone. and i feel like none of my friends can understand. i just feel entirely alone. i need to stop crying though.
i'm just really sad right now. i know it'll pass, but for today, it just plain sucks.
-katie*