प्रिदेलंद, माय लैंड, टियर-स्तैनेद ड्राई लैंड

I added a Hindi converter to my template. I think it's pretty cool.

I spent some time talking with my old theory teacher yesterday. She emailed me to see how and what I was doing, and we spent an hour just talking about my life and the good and bad things that are going on right now. It ended with "Here's an encouraging hug. (HUG!)" Immediately after, I left for Pizza Delight, where I spent the evening hearing about my grasshopper's victories and trials.

I've learned, as I'm sure you all have, that people are selfish beings. It's always been a regretful conclusion on my part. What if, however, what I've always deemed selfish behaviour is nothing but a need for attention or a cry to be loved? After an hour of doing nothing but work through my problems with my friend, I was finished with self-pity, and I was ready to go help someone else with hers. Maybe it sounds self-centred. But, to me, it was liberating.

And so, I newly conclude that we're all a little starved for love on the inside. An hour of pure, uninterrupted attention once in a while might be all we ever wanted. Another testament to how much we really need eachother.

To Write Love on Her Arms

Honestly, I feel like I don't have much to say anymore. I'm not sure why. I've always been a thinker. I specialize in well-thought out pieces. I just feel . . . drained.

So here is my last stitch effort to save my perhaps already dead blog. Some encouragement may go a long way.

Firstly, I'm in Corner Brook now. Hopefully, you know that. My trip to NYC was excellent. It's an exciting, amazing place that I can't wait to visit again. My time in Corner Brook has been somewhat uneventful. Which is not such a bad thing. I did a few things with the girls, saw my nieces, spent some time with Grammy, went to band practice and church, rollerbladed with my parents, and slept in a lot. Tonight, I had a long talk with Sarah Woodland. It was nice and exacly what I needed.

I'm heading to St. John's on Monday for a concert. I'm really looking forward to it. Then it's back home for another few days until I'm back in St. John's for a few months on May 19.

I'm a little concerned about the MCAT summer. My books arrived via Robyn, and it's pretty insane. How anyone learns all that stuff in two months is beyond me. Lots of studying for me this summer.

I've been thinking lately about where I'd like to go for my second degree. Most of me wants to stay in St. John's, because it's comfortable, but part of me realizes that this is probably my last opportunity for adventure. But I don't have much interest in going to Nova Scotia or Ontario, and schools in the states would probably be way too expensive. My new idea, though, is to do my residency somewhere exciting (NYC, perhaps?!). It's the perfect plan, because it would only be for a couple years, and I would be paid, not paying. So we'll see how that goes.

That's all from me for now.

Somehow, I feel a little more alive.

This is My Home

I have no silver, no diamonds or gold

but I am far richer by the treasures I hold.

For I've seen the mountains and the caribou roam.

Many places I've rambled; this is my home.

Love List

I love.



Feeling ahead on my work.

Going to Toys R Us.

My new cell phone.

Juno.

Telophase.

Blue eyes.

Beating a level of Mario Galaxy.

Re-writing songs.

The American Girls catelogue.

Getting the support I've always needed.

Making a difference.

Seeing the start of a change.

This picture:

Linking.

We'll Take a Cup of Kindness Yet

I am writing this for Sarah, partly because I thought it was cool, and partly because I got excited and thought she was linking my blog and giving me a new nickname at the same time when I read hers.

Things of Love from 2007

Movie of Love:
Hairspray, don't laugh.

Song of Love:
God Only Knows, preferably sung by Switchfoot

Book of Love:
Best Friends by Martha Moody

Album of Love:
Mika's Life in Cartoon Motion, don't laugh.

Place of Love:
Home, maybe

Month of Love: December I think

Best Day of Love:
February 11

Best Moment of Love:
Delivering a roaster full of macaroni and cheese sticks out in my mind

Word of Love:
ohtay

Purchase of Love:
I would have to say my cabbage patch kid.

City of Love:
Toronto. Ha, there's a neutral one.

Food of Love:
nachos

Beverage of Love:
iced tea and strawberries and cream frappuccinos

Person of Love (someone who made a difference for you this year):
they know who they are

Spot of Love (the best place to go to just be):
in my bedroom with my dogs

Random Thing of Love (anything you want):
I agree with the hugs. Particularly from tall people.

Oh Love, Come On, Get Me Down

In 365 days I changed. I rushed back to my house last January in a taxi with some cool new stuff, and hurried off to what I believe turned out to be a sold-out movie. I went to my first retreat and learned how to roast marshmallows over candles. I became addicted to twerpz, and consequently acquired my first three (three!) cavities. I learned how to stamp. I got my first (and second) black doll. I went to Nationals, and almost got to go to San Francisco. I learned to play timbrels. I almost left my church. I gave my testimony for the first time. I temporarily lost my ability to play my trombone, and I found my love for music again. I made friends with people who I thought didn't know I was in the world. I lost several people in different ways, but grew closer to others than I could ever have imagined. I fell in love with many people on many different levels. And I had an amazing Christmas at home.

Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him.

How I've proved Him o'er and o'er.

It Tolls for Thee

I was reading the news on my new wii(!) a couple days ago, and I read about some Hindu/Christian conrotersy in India. I knew that Christians are a very small, disliked minority, and I know that church and house burning is frequent. So I read about several Christian homes burned, no news, but I was struck by the line, "Christians retaliated by burning several Hindu homes." Christians retaliated? The sufferers who have learned hope, patience, and love retaliated?

We're no more loving, forgiving, or passive than anyone else. Terrorists give Muslims a bad name like the KKK gives Christians a bad name. On any other day, it could be any one of us.

We are all the same.

Was it everything you wanted to find, and then you missed me while you were looking for yourself out there?

This is sort of in response to Sarah's latest post. Or in support of Sarah's latest post.

When I was growing up, I was convinced that I was going to go to Yale. I don't know why. Maybe it was my fascination with Boy Meets World. But there was no doubt in my mind that I could do it.

I was over ambitious. Of course. All kids are. But, looking back on it, I was pretty darn close to having the best marks in my high school. I had extra-curriculars coming out of my ears. And my vice-principal wrote me a letter of reference to kill for. I'm sorry if I seem like I'm bragging, but I'm really just trying to use some logic.

Who knows what could have happened?

I tell myself every day, I would never have found time to write the SATs. A good point. I could never affoard to go to school in the States (though I've since heard that Ivy League schools pretty much pay for you if you're accepted). I feel dumb at MUN sometimes; I'd die at a fancy school. And I could never survive living that far away from home. Everything that means anything to me is in Newfoundland. If something bad ever happened, and I went away to a better school, I'd regret it.




If something bad never happens, and I didn't go to the best school that I could, I'll regret it.

Just as I am, Thine Own to Be

I'm not really sure why I'm blogging now, considering I have a 60% final tomorrow afternoon. Perhaps that's the reason.

The last little while has been crazy. We had our DYB concert on Saturday night, so there was lots of getting ready for that, and my parents came in to see it, so we did lots of shopping and eating out. It was fun, but pretty tiring.

But I do have a somewhat funny story about the power outage of December 1, 2007. Guess where I was when the lights went out. Yep, the bath tub. But not conveniently lounging away in the bubbles. In that awkward spot where the tub is half full so I had just decided to jump in and acclimatize myself. But I could hear my roommates running around frantically and talking about how the furnace had cut out, so I decided to stay in my warm tub. When I decided a few minutes later that I should probably join the rest of my household, I yelled for someone to bring me a flashlight (it was pretty dark in there), but Alison replied from the living room, "We can't hear you from out here!"

It was a frustrating situation. I thought it was funny.

So yes, Calculus midterm tomorrow. Uh oh.

Friday (Saturday) Love List

I'm late. So sue me.

I love:

nachos
completing 15% assignments in 20 minutes
breaking out the winter clothing
decorating
shopping at Wal-mart
hosting
getting to play euphonium
Oprah's Favourite Things
finding an alternate route home
hearing my mom is shopping in Stephenville
American Girl Dolls
phone calls from away
fleece sheets
a clean house
Hairspray
pizza sandwiches
encouraging emails
planning a trip to San Francisco
feeling remembered
presents
reuniting