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On days like this one...

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 01:31:43 GMT

I'm blown away by the poignancy of this life we lead; from watching Luke stare the world down -in the way only a one-year old can- to hearing the sad news of the passing of our family's dear friend, Jill, the sweep of it all overcomes me. Every little thing seems magnified today--I want to weep over laugh lines and footsteps.
I don't want this time to end. I don't want to grow up just yet, because I feel like I have failed to appreciate all those little things that are slapping me in the face today. I don't just want to take pictures of everything, I want to wrap it all up in a cardboard box, clutch it to my chest, save it to open on a dreary day.
The older I get, the more I see that the beautiful things in life, happy and sad, become more moving with my gained perspective. I don't want to forget everything that amazes me now, because I want to feel it more fully when I'm old enough to really understand.
Will it just seem silly to me then?

Just in case.

"I like your ears."
"...why?"
"Because they're connected to the rest of you."

Fueled by Exhaustion

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 02:27:38 GMT

I realized recently that I take a lot of pictures of people's feet.
No, really, a lot.

This was all one setting, the sidewalk outside the theatre... in line to watch The Dark Knight.
Now for some faces:

And...I'm still running on exhaustion.
An incident that happened while shopping today proves exactly how zombie-ish my siblings and I are after that ordeal.

Me *Browsing a rack of socks and nylons*: I need some half-socks.
Lizzy: "Those are sinful"
Me: "Only borderline, they're half socks, after all"
Lizzy [vehemently]: "They're of the devil!"
Me [whacking her face with the pair of half-socks]: "They smite you!"
Lizzy: "SEE!?"

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 20:19:19 GMT

There are a monumental number of stupid people out there.
Stupid girls who throw their sexuality around like mad, have a bunch of guy "friends," and wonder why other girls don't like them.
Stupid guys, the ones that make out with their girlfriends... but with eyes open, looking around the room.
Stupid people who add extra "t"s to the end of "hot." (I'm not talking about one or two, it's sometimes 4+) Who needs that word anyways?

I realize that last one is a little anticlimactic, given the broad nature of the first two.

Still.
I'm just annoyed at the human race right now, a state I don't much like being in.
Still.
I can't quite help it; I'm getting very sick of the entire world's (or maybe it's just California's) total insincerity. Everyone is held at arm's length, examined, and usually cast away. I don't like treating people that way, but I find myself sucked into it.
It's not so bad being insincere and mistrustful around the masses, but the thing that's killing me is having trouble being real even with those I know I can trust.
I don't know when I started being this way, but I want to know where to find the the Off switch.

I'm not going to take my good friends for granted, they deserve to know what I really think.
I'm going to smile at people, and try to get my eyes involved as much as my teeth.
I'm going to stop stressing about how I'm feeling and worry about someone else for a change.
And I have a forgiving Savior who is always there, so I have no reason not to try.

Monday, July 07, 2008

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 04:19:49 GMT

"Lizzy, you have such a nice bun, a very large bun, too" ~Brooke and I

"This isn't a crap bag, it's a bag of.... wonderful-Mary-Poppinsness!" ~Brooke

"I guess we're pretty much awesome" ~Lizzy

"The walrus is, like, the pig of the sea...right?" ~Brooke

Everything Else

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 17:30:19 GMT

Made a salad today.
Paged through left-over economics homework today.
Failed to stay awake today.
Decided to exercise more today.
Went barefoot today.
Reading scripts today.
The music didn't reach me much today.

*sigh*
Life goes on.

Shameless Self-Promotion....

Sun, 25 May 2008 19:23:14 GMT

You know how much I love you guys, right?

Vote.... purdy please?
Voting's open until June 10th and it would make my summer.

The Past Week

Thu, 22 May 2008 12:40:12 GMT

Words later, mayhap.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Wed, 07 May 2008 19:27:15 GMT

When asked if she plays the piano forte, Lizzy Bennett humbly replies "A little, and very ill"
But she doesn't sound like a two year old at the piano bench in any of the movies, that's for sure.
(I actually do play the violin a little and VERY ill.)
Nicholas has been putting a lot of effort into his instrument lately. Despite the fact that violinists aren't the common candidate for a rock band, he tells me that he's going to be a rockstar. I blame August Rush. **shakes fist at Freddy Highmore**
I'm not sure why I blame him, but that kid is too "adorable" to be quite safe. Such people give me an uncanny feeling.

Lizzy: "Mallory doesn't have a purse, she has a traveling crap bag"
Which is true. I put my lipgloss and advil in my camera case and so it's a crap bag now, instead of just a camera bag.

Oy, speaking of Advil, I have a headache...
Later, folks.

Mystical

Mon, 05 May 2008 23:33:57 GMT

Today I was looking for the website of an organization fairly popular in the homeschool world; My mom bought their most popular book when I was about ten and, though I had no use for the fine art of potty-training six month-olds, I found it pretty interesting. Anyways, this ministry sends out a monthly newsletter with some interesting articles, so I was just looking up the website.
I found a hastily crafted "warning" to anyone who is interested in the work of these people, proclaiming to one and all that the authors are propagators of heresy because they "glorify" the concept of family beyond biblical bounds. I found this claim a bit ludicrous, but continued to read. The author of the warning then linked to a site run by the eldest daughter of this family, claiming that she was also selling false doctrine and undermining the Holy Spirit by posting a sort of dream journal online.
I was curious, so I went to the site. I admit that the set-up of the site was a bit spooky at first glance, but aside from a few ghostly graphics, nothing particularly harmful. The woman, who goes by the pen-name Ruby to separate herself a bit from the family's ministry, explained that she has never considered herself a prophetess or a "fortune teller with a purple turban," she just has always had odd dreams, and her husband encouraged her to write them down, and pray about the more striking ones. I read through some of the dreams/nightmares and, while some of them seemed a tad over-interpreted, they were mostly harmless. The woman explained that she and her husband take some of the dreams seriously, given the fact that the Bible occasionally lists dreams as a means of communication from God. The other site, which condemned her as something mystical and occult, basically said that dreams can never be anything more than random because "We have the Bible and the Holy Spirit"
My question: Couldn't the Holy Spirit work in dreams? Couldn't God work in a dream?
It seems that the church today shies away from anything out of the norm; anything more moving and real than a moderately emotional Sunday service is looked upon with disdain. They actually guard themselves against miracles. What is God if not supernatural? He parted the Red Sea and sent manna from the sky; He, in Jesus, made the blind see and the deaf hear, and the lame walk! Are they really saying that He couldn't give a housewife a dream that means something in her life?
Why, when we know that our God is capable of summoning infinite hosts of angels, do we blind ourselves to the small miracles He may be performing in our lives?

Alright, rant over.

I make myself laugh...

Sun, 04 May 2008 02:28:21 GMT

Because I'm up photoshopping for no reason, and thus my profile pic suffers.