Could it just be methodically hunted down and exterminated? Who shall join me in this task?
Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
but I couldn't date him in good conscience, because we don't believe the same things, and I couldn't stand hurting him later on down the road, instead of just saying something now. The good: for the first time, I feel I actually handled the entire thing without any stupid mistakes. I'm thanking God for that, because I have made some completely idiotic decisions in the past regarding boys, even just in the way I thought about certain boys. And this whole thing went down in a pretty chill manner. And God guarded my heart, and I was so much smarter about the whole thing.
Posted by Edge at 2:56 PM
Monday, May 24, 2010
I moved back home on Saturday, and should be here about six weeks. I thought this would be a rather sedate six weeks, punctuated by frisbee games.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Leaving. Heartache, closing doors. Arriving. Dread. New beginnings. All my emotions tangled like a ball of yarn attacked by a sadistic kitten. Exhaustion. The need to cry, while utterly dry-eyed. Missing someone I've never met. Wishing. Hoping. Praying.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
There is a new realm of thought. I call it the queasy borderline. Where you aren't quite yet fantastically imagining things you shouldn't be, because later those imaginings will come bite you in the butt when they don't happen, but you want to imagine so badly. And little glimpses of potential, yet unlikely futures, sneak in, and are so tantalizing, but you must resist anyway?
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
(idea shamelessly stolen from Cuil)
Monday, May 10, 2010
Have you ever looked in the mirror and realized your face has changed? Not from a blemish or scar, but from the march of time, from simply growing older? I mean, I probably look in a mirror every day - I do in fact, to get my contacts in - but now and then, every few months, I see the shape of my face has subtly, irrevocably shifted.
Monday, May 3, 2010
So, I get to go to Oxford and London this summer. I am psyched beyond belief. As cultural preparation, a well-meaning friend suggested I watch Dr. Who, as it's apparently a British cultural icon. The well-meaning interwebs found me a website that has the episodes playing on a roll-over basis, from one episode to the next and so on. I have currently chewed through a season and a half.