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Name: Sarah Lyn
Interests: friends, school, reading, writing, music, church, scrabble, (the best game ever invented) DDR (the 2nd best game ever invented) , boys if they are nice, laughing till i cry, being entertained by my friends.
Expertise: enjoying life and procrastinating
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
7/30/2004
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| Can I just reiterate that I'm the luckiest girl ever? | | |
| If the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, the way to a woman's heart is certainly through her ears. What is it about musicians that intrigue us? Or is it simply the music itself that we are so infatuated with? A boy who plays the piano or guitar suddenly becomes so much more fascinating, and to actually hear him play might seal the deal. (That sentence doesn't seem remotely grammatical; forgive me--when I have a headache my grammar tends to get all muddled up. And my fingers are cold. But enough of excuses.) Does musical talent suggest some other quality we women are searching for? Perhaps it's sensitivity, feeling, depth. Or maybe it's dedication--a musician must cultivate his talent. I find it difficult to believe that we are attracted to musicians simply on the strength of their talent or their music. Even a girl who finds music as delicious as I do has to admit there must be something more. Or is music simply the true language of romance? Maybe our obsession with musicians of the world simply reflects some secret, irrational desire to be serenaded at some point in our lives, like in the movies. And there's really no reason for this secret desire. Honestly, when it comes down to the moment, however romantic the gesture is, I at least hate being made the center of attention. This is just awkward. I'd rather do the serenading myself, if i had any musical talent. However, guys don't seem to share this secret desire. I wonder if they find music as sexy as we do? Heck, all I can do is edit someone's paper. Real romantic. Or read poetry. Or write it. Ick. | | |
| It's difficult for me to learn how to construct the passive voice in Spanish. Actually, I suppose it's difficult for me to use it. I've become such a grammar Nazi in English. I can barely bring myself to use a passive structure, and even then it's almost painful. And the guilt---I, who attempt to speak impeccable English grammar (whether or not I actually manage it) at all times, glibly rattling off sentences that, when translated, are comparable to fingernails dragged excruciatingly along a chalkboard. I can't handle it--an indelible black mark--or rather, red ink, actually--stamped on my highly grammatical soul. All because they force us to learn Spanish at this place, when a lot of people speak atrocious English. That's what they should be forcing us to learn here. The fact that people aren't at least slightly disturbed by the Spanish's glib use of the passive voice is appalling, because it's clear they don't know it's incorrect in English. These are students who indiscriminately split infinitives, say "I seen" without turning a hair, and slaughter the use of pronouns with every sentence. And they, of course, use the excuse that English grammar is so sadly difficult to learn. Spanish is almost mathematical in its logic and uniformity. But English, with its endearing absurdities, illogical contradictions and delightful quirks is almost lyrical in its idiosyncracies. So beautiful--every time I stumble upon a new paradox I seizee it like a jewel or a child's plaything and examine it from all angles, letting it catch the light of my words, making them dane to the strange tune that is the English language. And then I have a good laugh over the stubborn, illogical grace of our language. Spanish may be a romance language, but the English certainly have a sense of humor. | | |
| I really, really don't deserve to be this happy.
I am one lucky girl.
Nothing in particular, it's just that my life is so good. I've been so blessed. Why do I take it for granted so much?
On a much more serious note, please keep praying hard for Amanda, her family, and for Toni.
Tonight I'm pulling an old-fashioned "Wednesday Night Special." I was the queen of the WNS in PATH.
I can see the sunrise right now. It is glorious. | | |
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