Love God, Love your neighbor“I expect to pass through the world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness I can show to any creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer it, for I shall not pass this way again.”
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Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 12/25/1985
Gender: Female


Interests: Listening to and making Music, Painting, Scrapbooking (but I rarely admit it), Plants, Thinking, Talking, Camping, Hiking, Spending time with people, Friends, Art, Beauty, Truth, Goodness, and Happiness,


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Member Since: 3/13/2005

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Wednesday, October 03, 2007


My Apartment. Posted with special thanks to my mom, Aunt Beth, and Heather for helping me pack, Dad for driving, lifting, packing, and unpacking (thanks to Kevin and Nathan for some of that too), and to Pete for my beautiful furniture!





Tuesday, May 22, 2007

"On the coincidences, resemblances, and surprises of life, Dickens liked especially to dwell, and few things moved his fancy so pleasantly. The world, he would say, was so much smaller than we thought it; we were all so connected by fate without knowing it; people supposed to be far apart were so constantly elbowing each other; and to-morrow bore so close a resemblance to nothing half so much as to yesterday."


Friday, March 30, 2007

Hello world! Here is a thought for the semester: I don’t feel like I live in the past—I wouldn’t ever want to go back from were I am now, yet almost every moment in life when I stop and really enjoy the feeling of life around me, I enjoy because it reminds me of something gone.

The warm breeze through my open window with the sun setting and the chechechechecheche cheksshhhhhhhhhhchke of the sprinklers remind me of cool summer evenings with my dad reading Doctor Seuss on the greenhouse couch with the smell of newly cut grass coming in on the breeze and the smell of strawberry shampoo in my freshly washed hair. I enjoy the present because I remember that moment. Is it possible to enjoy the present without associations? Or would that simply be incomprehensible, like I baby who has not yet learned dark and light patterns trying to comprehend the beauty of a field of flowers?


Friday, February 23, 2007

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Friday, January 19, 2007

The Baby!!!

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Jonathan (Dracula and The Bible) Pierce (Another version of Peter) Meyer





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