Inspired by Anne

Another Art Post

2008-11-24T16:46:00.009-06:00

These works are drawn out of my favourites folder here.
Click the pictures to go to the original art pages.

Song of the Moment: Bliss- Muse

The Lake Seat

2008-11-24T13:35:00.004-06:00

It’s the one place I go whenever I’m feeling either nostalgic or incredibly stressed out. I’ve been going here since I was little, and it will always carry a special place in my heart no matter where I go or what places I see. It is one place that I can simply forget what responsibilities weigh on my shoulders and to lose myself in the gentle lapping of water against stone.

It’s just a week before I leave home to make the 700-or-so mile trek to school. This time I’m feeling a bit sappy as I bike down Park St. heading northward. It’s a beautiful day today. The clear blue sky is only broken near the horizon by wispy cirrus clouds. The sun is warm against my back. The summer-flowering maples are putting forth the last of their perfume in short bursts of infinite sweetness that mingles with the smell of sun-warmed tar, gasoline exhaust and freshly mown grass.

After what seems like ages, but really isn’t, I arrive at the park. It really is The Park here; most people (except for those quite dense) will automatically know which one you are referring to. There are multiple entrances, but the place I want to go is near the middle of the park, not far from the lighthouse that draws most people. As always, I ride down the lane of tall white poplars, the wharf with screaming gulls is on one side and the barely moving river on the other. The river, which divides the centre of the park into a honeycomb of islands, is alluring, its surface covered with bright green lily-pads and shaded by gnarled weeping willows. But that is not where I am headed now. I am intent on the long and narrow quantity of man-made land jutting out into the lake under open sky. Seagulls are spurred into flight as I turn into the parking lot and take the sidewalk that leads to the end of this bit of land. The trees that separate the northernmost tip from the rest of the promontory create a little alcove that I highly suspect is a prime make-out locale. I wouldn’t know. I’ve only ever been there during the day. And I don’t remain under the trees, although I do leave my bike there.

I clamber over the enormous rocks surrounded by slightly smaller ones: the quarry rejects used to populate the shore here in the park. I have to pick my way carefully over the smaller ones that teeter slightly, but I’ve been doing this since I learned how to walk. It comes as second nature to me. I find a nice flat rock for a seat that glitter slightly in the sun. The surface is warm to my palms as I lean back and settle in. I let my feet dangle in the water despite its questionable colour. I can always take a shower when I get home. The water’s cool on my feet in contrast to the warmth of the stone against my legs. The undulation of the water tickles a little. Occasionally, the wake from a motorboat causes the water to come up a bit more aggressively upon the rocks, splashing up on my calves. The gulls scream constantly, their high pitched cries somewhat irritating, but after awhile I tend to tune them out. I notice a mallard and his mate paddling around near me and occasionally going bottoms-up for tidbits of food. I sit perfectly still, and they come almost within a foot of where I’m sitting. They’re so close that if I were quick enough I could catch them with just my hands. But I remain silent and stationary and they continue on past in their quest for food.

Out on the lake, sailboats dot the shimmering expanse of blue. We never could afford a sailboat, so we usually went out in out little fishing boat that had seen better days. In the later days of my childhood, it was better suited as an apartment complex for wolf spiders. It was rather clunky and uncouth in the water with its loud motor. Not so with these sailboats. They cut neatly through the water with their glittering white prows. Manoeuvring a sailboat requires much more skill than simply starting up an outboard motor and going. The wind has to be just right, and then you have to be able to use it to your advantage.

I watch the boats for a little while longer, savouring the peace and quiet. Then, I pull on my shoes over my still wet feet and get ready to head home. I know I won’t be back here for a long time. Next summer seems almost eons away. But I will be back again. I know that much, at least.

Song of the Moment: Salt of the Earth- Lovedrug

God Save The Queen

2008-11-12T02:19:00.003-06:00

Black lines intersect across red canvas. White rubber

squeaks against the linoleum as I walk. The insides have

been worn to the point that they fit the bottoms of my

feet perfectly. The soles have holes in them that I studiously

ignore in the interest of my favourite pair of shoes. On the

tops of each foot, twin golden crowns gleam. These crowns are

temporal. They divulge golden disks over a vast expanse.

In the washing machine, on the way to class, in the coffeeshop,

and in multiple friends' cars they leave bright sequins like

alms. These bright red shoes define me. Sometimes people

recognise the shoes even before they recognise me. My soul

shines through the bold lines and vivid colours leaking their

glory across campus.

Song of the Moment: The Gravel Road- James Newton Howard

Photo of the Week:

Alicja by Aneta Kowalczyk

An Art Post

2008-10-28T22:30:00.008-06:00

These are some of the more recent additions to my favourites folders on deviantART that I thought I would share with you all.

Song of the Moment: Miserere Mei Deus- Gregorio Allegri

2008-05-16T05:18:00.005-05:00

Okay, so I suck at updating this thing. Which probably isn't much of a problem since I don't even think anyone reads this thing... Although, I can't even remember exactly the last time I updated a blog. I've just been really stressed lately. Not to mention a former friend of mine admitting to rape and having my roommate threaten to kill him slowly and painfully if he ever sets foot on campus while she's still here. Let's just say, it's been a pain in the butt end to a hard and difficult week that refuses to actually end. And I'm still trying to finish reading reaction papers and not fall asleep, not to mention the amazing attraction to procrastination right now. Oh yes, and my parents are en route to Jackson right now, and my disaster area of a room still needs to be cleaned. Argh.

Life would be much easier if I had the source code...

The Night That Changed My Life...

2008-02-29T22:19:00.002-06:00

I was in Wright when it happened. I had been taking a short nap when the sirens went off. I quickly got up and pulled on the first clothes I saw which was a t-shirt and shorts. Then I just sat in the living room with my roommates and the people from the dorm above (which we hadn't met until then. What a bonding experience...) watching the TV to see whereabouts the tornado was headed. I just jokingly said, "Well, if the lights go, we'd better get in the bathroom." Well about 5 minutes later the lights DID go, and we heard a loud rushing sound. I thought that somehow my window was open, because it sounded like all of the things on my desk were being thrown around the room (later I realized it was the debris from the rest of the complexes). We were yelling for everybody to get in the bathroom. In just a couple seconds it was all over. Calls started filtering in from friends over campus, including one guy from Watters calling his girlfriend. We could hear screams in the background, and he was pretty scared. I kept calling my parents who were on the computer, and leaving panicked messages on the voicemail. I finally got a hold of them and told them everything I knew (which wasn't much), and asked them to pray and call everybody we know to pray. All of us pretty much sat in the sweltering bathroom waiting for the RA to come in and let us know if it was all right to come out. Finally the RA came pounding on the door telling us to get shoes on, we were being evacuated to White Hall. In my haste, I was only able to grab my pillow and a small blanket, and the shoes I grabbed were my dress shoes since they were the only slip on shoes I had. What follows is the hardest for me to remember, and will forever be burned into my memory.Since Wright is one of the furthest outlying buildings, I could see what had happened to Hurt right away. Sequestered in the bathroom, we had no idea of the magnitude of what had happened, so seeing that was a nasty shock. Although to me, shock is a weak word to describe it. We walked through a branch and glass strewn parking lot to the courtyard of McAfee, and that's when we saw Grey and Dodd. I will be forever grateful to the men and women who helped my roommate Brittany, by literally lifting her heavy motorized wheelchair over the debris from the destroyed wall of Dodd. It was then, when we had gotten out of the courtyard, that it really all hit me at once. I called my parents in hysterics on my roommate's cellphone at the sight of the BAC parking lot, which was re-located to the oak grove just a stone's throw from where the Dodd/Dehoney dumpster had once been. I walked past the ruins of Hurt that was lit by the emergency crews and the occasional eerie bolt of lightning. It was surreal, like something from a movie, or even a Dali painting. It was a long terrifying walk to White Hall, seeing every inch of the devastation, taking it all in without registering completely what had happened. We stayed in White Hall for a short while or a long while; it's hard to recall passage of time. They assessed injuries, had us write our name, phone, and room number on a piece of paper, read scripture, and sang hymns. Many of the people I saw there I had never been so happy to see in my life (I love you guys, but seriously this was beyond the Tuesday-Night-Tea-happy-to-see-you). Then they shuffled us off to the PAC, which was where I was able to re-unite with a majority of my friends (I have gained a new appreciation for my friends). Some idiot had the bright idea of yelling "There's another tornado coming!" while we were between the clock tower and the PAC, throwing everybody into a panic, screaming and running. Thanks. Thanks a lot.The rest of the night is kind of a blur. Walking back through the rubble and cars between Hurt and McAfee. Standing in the intramural field waiting for a ride to a safe place. Sitting in the SUV of the Nursing Dean's wife during the downpour. Going to the house of a Union alumnus, across the street from the house of our driver. Taking a glorious shower after finding myself covered with dirt and a blood covered ankle from a blister that had rubbed raw. And finally things are coming to some sort of normality (if it can even be called that). It's been kind of a weird road to sanity. I've been going from forgetting the whole thing on purpose, to staring it right in the eye, purposely Googling articles on the disaster, sleeping until 3 in the afternoon in an attempt to forget, and reliving the whole thing from start to finish. But through this all, I'm just so thankful for God's grace and protection from start to finish. And even though I don't understand the how or the why, I have his peace that passes all understanding, and I know that we're going to get through this.

I Celebrate The Day- Relient K

2007-12-06T01:02:00.000-06:00

And with this Christmas wish is missed

The point I could convey

If only I could find the words to say to let You know

How much You've touched my life because

Here is where You're finding me

In the exact same place as New Year's Eve

And from a lack of my persistency

We're less than half as close as I want to be

And the first time that You opened Your eyes

Did You realize that You would be my Savior?

And the first breath that left Your lips

Did You know that it would change this world forever?

And so this Christmas I'll compare

The things I felt in prior years

To what this midnight made so clear

That You have come to meet me here

To look back and think that

This baby would one day save me

In the hope that what You did

That you were born so I might really live

To look back and think that

This baby would one day save me

And the first time that You opened Your eyes

Did You realize that You would be my Savior?

And the first breath that left Your lips

Did you know that it would change this world forever?

And the first time that You opened Your eyes

Did You realize that You would be my Savior?

And the first breath that left Your lips

Did you know that it would change this world forever?

And I, I celebrate the day That You were born to die

So I could one day pray for You to save my life

Pray for You to save my life

Because Arron posted...

2007-11-12T17:57:00.000-06:00

Albeit, 5 months ago...

Amazing to say, a lot has changed in the last 7 months. Well, they do say 7 is God's number, and he's been doing a lot of things lately. Although, there are a few things that I really need to hand over before things start to get ugly.

But over the summer I:

Took a summer course at UW Fond du Lac
Got another job on the night shift
Endured the company of a horrible woman for the sake of witness
Cared for some beautiful people who the world would consider ugly
Started watching Monty Python and Doctor Who
Got a B+ in aforementioned summer course
Made friends with a couple fellow students
Cultivated my relationship with my mum

For those of you who know me personally, I will gladly elaborate on any of these, but for now, that's all I'm going to say. To elaborate now would take AGES. Lol.

Grrr...

2007-05-12T15:26:00.000-05:00

Boys are such shmucks....

Mood swings: For kids who can't afford heroin...

2007-05-02T00:53:00.000-05:00

You know, sometimes I really feel like a druggie. I get that little emotional high, and then it's all downhill from there. And in my depression I do things that really make me hate myself. It's a vicious cycle.

Kyrie eleison...

2007-04-23T01:58:00.000-05:00

I'm just plain starting to lose hope. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I don't know how to pray anymore, how to talk to people anymore. Hell, I can barely keep myself alive. It's just roll out of the bed, go to class, go home, sleep a bit. The same things over and over again. I have headaches almost constantly. I just don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know if I want to anymore. I don't even know why I try.

Life lessons

2007-04-21T10:37:00.000-05:00

You know, I've really learned a lot this year, but most of it is non-academic.
When I came back to Jackson at the end of the summer, the first person I saw was the one person I wanted most to see and had missed the most. That was one of the best feelings in the whole world, I swear. But the thing is, I didn't realize that I was pushing away the two people who would miss me the most.
I can't imagine how much it would hurt when I was younger and I'd come back from summer camp, and they'd ask "Did you miss us?" to which I'd reply "No," as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. My parents would joke about how I always was so independent from them, but I see now that it probably secretly hurt them. And for that I am truly ashamed.
I think the change occured when I made contact with my birthmother for the first time. I was wary, and I called my mom to ask her advice. And when I finally met my birthmother, grandmother, and half-brother, I realized how good I've had it all these years. From the experience of staying with with my biological family, I came to the realization of how much my parents really do mean to me. For the first time, I couldn't wait until they came to be with me, and I was ecstatic to see them. And I don't think my parents knew exactly what to do. I was for once in my life happy to just be at home with my parents, not really going anywhere. And I actually was somewhat sorry to leave. I must say by the time I got to the airport I was ready to fly back to Memphis, but I had a stronger tie between me and my parents.
And then there was Christmas and January Term. I was happy to be home, and then I had two surgeries. I couldn't drive anywhere because of the strong pain medication, and I only got out of the house once or twice a day just so I wouldn't develop blood clots. My mother and I were together all the time. I'd stay up until about 11 to see my mom off to work, and then in the morning, she'd be taking a nap while I knitted or sewed or puttered around on the computer. Plus my mother had to take care of me in terms of bandages and keeping the sutures dry and clean. And that is where the bond between my parents and I became firmly cemented.
January flew by, and before I knew it, it was time for me to get on the Greyhound to make the 20 hour trek home. And I sobbed from Fond du Lac to Milwaukee. For the first time I was homesick. Not for my home state, or even my home city. I missed my parents with a ferocity that I hadn't experienced before in my life. And I must say I was embarrassed when I told my mom about it when I called them upon my arrival in Jackson. But I lived for the phone calls that they made to my cell phone. It may have been 7 in the morning, but I was overjoyed to hear my mum's voice.
So, I would have to say much has changed over the past year. I will definitely be missing Union this summer again. I mean, seriously, who would want to be stuck in mid-state Wisconsin for three whole months? But I'll be with my parents again, and for once that's not so bad of a prospect.

The Walk by Imogen Heap

2007-04-16T00:30:00.000-05:00

Inside-out, upside-down,
Twisting beside myself.
Stop that now,
'Cause you and I were never meant to be.
I think you'd better leave.
It's not safe in here.
I feel a weakness coming on.

Alright then, (alright then.)
I could keep your number for a rainy day.
That's where this ends.
No mistakes no misbehaving.
I was doing so well.
Could we just be friends?
I feel a weakness coming on.

It's not meant to be like this.
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
No it's not meant to be like this.
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
So that makes it all your fault.

Inside-out, upside-down,
Twisting beside myself.
Stop that now.
You're as close as it gets
Without touching me.
Oh now don't make it harder
Than it already is.
I feel a weakness coming on.

It's not meant to be like this.
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
No it's not meant to be like this.
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
So that makes it all your fault.

Big trouble losing control.
Primary resistance at a critical low.
On the double gotta get a hold.
Point of no return one second to go.

No response on any level,
Red-alert this vessel's under seige.
Total overload all systems down they've got control.
There's no way out.
We are surrounded.
Give in, give in and relish every minute of it.

Freeze or make it forever.
I feel a weakness coming on.

It’s not meant to be like this,
Not what I planned at all.
I don’t want to feel like this.
No it’s not meant to be like this,
It's just what I don't need.
Why make me feel like this?
It's definitely all your fault.

Argh.

2007-04-13T15:19:00.000-05:00

Um yeah. I suck at life. And thank you Nellene for closing out Facebook. Because I'm about to go crazy.
I really need to take my medicine. I'm talking and typing about 50 miles an hour, not to mention all of my nervous tics are in full fledged motion. I'm practically beside myself. The sooner I get home and take my medicine the better...

Oh jeez...

2007-03-26T04:08:00.000-06:00

I am NOT going through this again. I'm done with that. I'm sick of having my heart broken.

Even I don't get it...

2007-03-26T00:19:00.001-06:00

For someone so OCD, I sure can be a slob sometimes...

Stop the world, I wanna get off...

2007-03-16T14:10:00.000-06:00

Well, goody goody gumdrops, I have yet another thing to add to my list of things wrong with me.

Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delayed_sleep_phase_syndrome

Would somebody please just shoot me?

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hits head against wall

2007-03-16T02:57:00.000-06:00

Argh. Need. Sleep. Now.
My brain is spazztic, and these past few nights have more than proved it.
Tonight I came to the realization that I can see music. Yes, you heard that right. I can see music. Not physically see. It's more like in my subconscious, because everytime I try to fully grasp what shape or form it is that the music is embodying in my mind it eludes me. But I can feel differences in the music. It's like a drug trip without the drugs.
Oy gevault. I'm not going to survive to my senior year...

Loneliness and joy

2007-03-11T16:06:00.000-06:00

Psalm 30
A Psalm. A Song at the dedication of the house of David.
1 I will extol You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up,
And have not let my foes rejoice over me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried out to You,
And You healed me.
3 O LORD, You brought my soul up from the grave;
You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Sing praise to the LORD, you saints of His,
And give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.
5 For His anger is but for a moment,
His favor is for life;
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy comes in the morning.

6 Now in my prosperity I said,
“I shall never be moved.”
7 LORD, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong;
You hid Your face, and I was troubled.

8 I cried out to You, O LORD;
And to the LORD I made supplication:
9 “What profit is there in my blood,
When I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise You?
Will it declare Your truth? 10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy on me;
LORD, be my helper!”

11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks to You forever.

Yesterday was a hard day for me. I was in the library for about 5 hours, and then I was completely alone for the majority of the rest of the day. And as Nigel put it, I thrive on the company of people. So last night, when I had no one to be around or to talk to, I felt so incredibly alone. What I wouldn't have given for someone just to be there, to receive a genuine hug from someone who actually cared. But no one was there. So I wandered aimlessly for about two hours before finally holing myself up in my room to sleep until Sunday afternoon...
But now it's a lot better. I am surrounded with people once again, and I don't feel so alone anymore. Thank God for good friends...

blank stare

2007-03-10T19:02:00.000-06:00

my.
brain..
refuses...
to....
work.....

argh

oy vey...

2007-03-05T05:12:00.000-06:00

Now I know I've gone off the deep end. I'm sitting here unable to sleep, with white acrylic paint in my hair, and listening to an odd miscellany of bluegrass. Well, at least some of it is Nickel Creek.... Argh. If it weren't so early I'd take a couple of Sominex to knock me out for the night...but that works for 8 hours. I'd get to miss English and a 3D critique. I would like to retain what grades I still have, thanks.

Woot

2007-03-01T20:05:00.000-06:00

Tis my own personal month. Hehehe. Gotta love it.

With Every Breath- Leigh Nash and Dan Haseltine

2007-02-28T20:04:00.000-06:00

Hallelujah from the heavens
Hallelujah in the heights above the earth
Hallelujah all His angels
Hallelujah for the last will be first

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!

Hallelujah in the morning.
Hallelujah for the beauty of His scars.
Hallelujah in the twilight
Hallelujah sun and moon and shining stars.

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!

When the night seems so long
Throw your hands to the sky
You can sing a new song
Wipe the tears from your eyes
When you're weak, He is strong
He can heal your wounded soul
And calm the storm inside.

For all your times of laughter
In every hopeful prayer
When the world weighs on your shoulders
Through sorrow and your despair

With everything, with every breath praise the Lord!
Let everything, let every breath praise the Lord!

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!

When the night is so long
Throw your hands to the sky
You can sing a new song
Wipe the tears from your eyes
When you're weak, He is strong
He can heal your wounded soul
And calm the storm inside

The shield goes up...

2007-02-28T00:20:00.000-06:00

*sigh* Once again the mask falls into place. I have found that I cannot look anyone directly in the eye anymore, for fear they'll see what's there behind them. My fears, hurts, loves... I feel like it's all there.
And it scares the hell out of me.

It's the shift that never ends...

2007-02-24T13:23:00.000-06:00

I got here at noon. It's 1:47. I'm here until 5. Somebody just kill me now.

Open mouth, insert foot

2007-02-23T22:10:00.000-06:00

I know you really need to know this, but I think I tend to say more stupid things when it's that time of the month. Today being a prime example, where I'm still trying to figure out why my mouth threw out a particular statement. I thought someone was asking me if one of my friends was my boyfriend (she was aking someone else standing with us), and what do I say? "No, thank God!" Not just a simple no. I had to tack on thank God. *shrugs* Still trying to figure that one out. It's not like he's a creep and smells repulsive too. Haha. Who knows. If you figure it out, please enlighten me. I'll be in bed trying to regain some lost sleep.

Oh what a beautiful morning!

2007-02-22T09:34:00.000-06:00

Lol...that's a new sentiment on this end... =P That medication must really be kicking in now. Haha.
The weather here is simply gorgeous. The sun is out, it's warm out and there's a nice breeze going. Mr. Mockingbird is back, cranking out every bird call he knows. Definitely a beautiful day. The only sucky thing is that I have classes from 12:15 until 3 today. Oh well. Too bad we can't convince Dr. Whaley to let us have Karate outside.

Erm yes....

2007-02-21T20:50:00.000-06:00

My life is boring. I'm lying here on my bed (with the hard mattress that makes my insomnia worse) and I'm at a loss at what to type. Plenty of things have happened this week, but nothing worth mentioning. I mean, there are a thousand little moments that I have tucked away into my heart for safekeeping, but it's nothing I could share on a blog despite my TMI tendencies. And even if I did, there would probably be only one person reading it who would know what the heck I'm talking about anyway. If even that many. Not that anyone reads this at all. I figure nobody really cares about the thoughts and feelings of a little college sophomore in a little Tennessee town. That would just be stupid to think so in the first place. I've found that a lot of the time, people don't care about others because they're so wrapped up in themselves. It's just a fact of life. I know I do it too, Christian that I am. It's simply human nature. And that's something I fight against constantly, every minute, every second. I fight against my natural bent to be cruel and selfish, and just downright scum. But the beauty of it is that it's all taken care of. I don't have to worry about making a mistake. Because naturally it's bound to happen. But I have someone who knows me better than I know myself (and seriously, knowing who I am, I don't really like me), and guess what? He loves me anyway. He knows how cruel I can be to people. How selfish I can be. He knows the deepest darkest secrets of my life that very possibly no person on earth knows besides myself. But he sees beyond that. He's pushed it away and behind him, and all he sees is who I have the potential to be. And that is something that I find myself trying to grasp every day. But what I can grasp of it for now is enough to make me want to be that person that he sees inside of me. I want to be able to become that kind of a person. I'm sick of being who I am, sullied and dirty. I want to be clean and pure. And that is something worth striving for...

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven- W.B. Yeats

2007-02-02T23:05:00.000-06:00

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

sigh

2007-01-20T15:48:00.000-06:00

Since my old blog met its untimely death at the hands of Blogger, I am now creating this new one.

*crickets chirp*

Woohoo...

Inspired by Anne

Another Art Post

The Lake Seat

God Save The Queen

An Art Post

The Night That Changed My Life...

I Celebrate The Day- Relient K

Because Arron posted...

Grrr...

Mood swings: For kids who can't afford heroin...

Kyrie eleison...

Life lessons

The Walk by Imogen Heap

Argh.

Oh jeez...

Even I don't get it...

Stop the world, I wanna get off...

*hits head against wall*

Loneliness and joy

*blank stare*

oy vey...

Woot

With Every Breath- Leigh Nash and Dan Haseltine

The shield goes up...

It's the shift that never ends...

Open mouth, insert foot

Oh what a beautiful morning!

Erm yes....

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven- W.B. Yeats

*sigh*

hits head against wall

blank stare

sigh