Saturday, April 30, 2005

Without the sugar, it's not love!
- Pastor Devo

Friday, April 29, 2005

A sandlewood-scented Hsi Lai Temple, Say What?!, and a clean room...all in one day! :D

Thursday, April 28, 2005

If anyone would like to have the immense privilege of knitting or crocheting hats for herd boys and/or orphans in Lesotho, let me know! I will be shipping some out within a month. :)
...give yourself some time to falter, but don't forgo knowing that you're loved no matter what, and everything will come around in time...
- Sarah McLachlan, from Perfect Girl

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

PEOPLE BOND THROUGH SHARED EXPERIENCES, DARNIT!
You should probably pray for SAU, and the family of Kelly Weimer, in particular.

Monday, April 25, 2005

Hell is other people.
- Jean-Paul Sartre

...love is a form of insanity that can be manipulated for sadistic advantage over others.
- from Fragile Glory: A Portrait of France and the French
Consequence Free
by Great Big Sea

Wouldn't it be great, if no one ever got offended
Wouldn't it be great to say what's really on your mind
And I have always said, "All the rules are made for bending"
And if I let my hair down, would that be such a crime?

CHORUS:
I wanna be consequence free
I wanna be where nothing needs to matter
I wanna be consequence free
Just sing - Na na na, na na neh ah na na
Oh, Na na na, na na neh ah na na

I could really use to lose my Catholic conscience
'Cause I'm getting sick of feeling guilty all the time
I won't abuse it, yeah I've got the best intentions
For a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind

CHORUS

I couldn't sleep at all last night 'cause I had so much on my mind
I'd like to leave it all behind, but you know it's not that easy
Oh, for just one night

Wouldn't it be great, if the band just never ended
We could stay out late and we would never hear last call.
We wouldn't need to worry about approval or permission,
We could slip off the edge and never worry about the fall

CHORUS

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Bernadette: For your first anniversary, just don't get her a clock for the kitchen!

Pascal: No, that would be a waste of a clock!

Jocelin, with The Look: That would be a waste of a clock?

Pascal: Well, sure. You don't go in there that much.

Friday, April 22, 2005

I've Just Seen Jesus
by Sandi Patty and Larnelle Harris

We knew He was dead
"It is finished!" He said
We had watched as His life ebbed away
Then we all stood around
'Til the guards took Him down
Joseph begged for His body that day

It was late afternoon
When we got to the tomb
Wrapped His body and sealed up the grave
So I know how you feel
His death was so real
But please listen and hear what I say

I've just seen Jesus
I tell you He's alive
I've just seen Jesus
Our precious Lord alive
And I knew, He really saw me too
As if 'til now I'd never lived
All that I'd done before
Won't matter anymore
I've just seen Jesus
And I'll never be the same again

It was His voice she first heard
Those kind gentle words
Asking what was her reason for tears
And I sobbed in despair
"My Lord is not there"
He said, "Child! It is I! I am here!"

I've just seen Jesus
I tell you He's alive
I've just seen Jesus
Our precious Lord alive
And I knew, He really saw me too
As if 'til now I'd never lived
All that I'd done before
Won't matter anymore

I've just seen Jesus
I've just seen Jesus
I've just seen Jesus
And all I've ever done before
Won't matter anymore
I've just seen Jesus
And I'll never be the same again
I've just seen Jesus
Guys like to have fun, to test the water, to see if the girl will respond to his advances, but that doesn't mean he wants a relationship, it just makes him feel good that he can get a girl to respond to him.
- Chicago Wilson

Blech. Men are disgusting.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Sunday, April 17, 2005

This is a good one! LOL! :D

Physical
by Olivia Newton-John

I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like
Making good conversation
I gotta handle you just right
You know what I mean

I took you to an intimate restaurant
Then to a suggestive movie
There's nothing left to talk about
'less it's horizontally

Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical

Let me hear your body talk
Your body talk
Let me hear your body talk

I've been patient
I've been good
Trying to keep my hands on the table
It's getting hard this holding back
You know what I mean

I'm sure you'll understand my point of view
We know each other mentally
You've gotta know that you're bringing out
The animal in me

Let's get animal, animal
I wanna get animal
Let's get into animal

Let me hear your body talk
Your body talk
Let me hear your body talk

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Kay: And every time his sister, God rest her soul, would get the spoon close to her mouth, she'd have another one of her spasms.

Paul, shocked: You mean she starved to death?

Ah life. :)

I have finished my book. One of the first that I have enjoyed so thoroughly in a long time. It must be because I could identify with the narrator so wholly. Which, however, did not allow me as much escapism as I had hoped for; who wants to read one's own life played out by different people? Obviously, I have mixed feelings about it.

On the other hand, if anyone has any great motivation to understand me, they should read this book--it'll help. And those who don't should read it anyways, because it's a masterpiece, and shall be one of my favourites forever.
Just re-reading some of my entries from last summer, thanks to Jimmy. And I'm hilarious. No, seriously. If you weren't reading this last summer, you missed out, and you should go read them. Right now. ;)

Friday, April 15, 2005

Yay for fun song lyrics!

Canadian Rose
by Blues Traveler

Autumn air it carries me there
Less than an hour to go
Six hundred miles an hour
And still it feels so slow
I'm trying to get back to Burlington
To a square in the center of town
To a spot on a wooden table
Where her feet didn't reach the ground
And when she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon
And her skin smells of cider and rose
And when she looked at me we both got quiet
And my heart beats so hard we were in so close
Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian flower
And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I'll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
We were in so close

I finally made it this town looks rearranged
I don't know these people anymore
But in the best ways not much else has changed
From the way it was before
And at least they still have this certain table
Where I once carved a particular name
I run my finger through the weathered carving
And I almost can feel the same
And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon
As I ponder what my pilgrimage means
And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here
And I listen to the leaves
If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian flower
And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I'll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
We were in so close

And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up
Passionately springs in me and all things are possible
Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day
At least it seemed that way
Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian flower
And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I'll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
We were in so close

Thursday, April 14, 2005

I have now become very irate at the narrator of my book, because she is so wretchedly like me that I can't stand it for another minute, and so I have bookmarked it and thrown it down (very gently) in utter disgust.

I fished all of the sauce packets out of the plastic take-out bag. I know I'll never use them, but throwing them away seemed cruel.
Currently, there is very little separating me from the thin line between reason and lunacy.

Earlier this evening, I spent several minutes feeling distinctly sorry for the extra Taco Bell sauce packets that I had, because they were never going to be used. I wish they wouldn't personify them like they do; it does horrible things to the minds of people like me.
Okay, the plan is to get more sleep and food, so that I can function on the level that is necessary in order to still have friends.

Yay for the plan!
Well, one thing that I can truly say about the world and my life in it is that it shouldn't be this way.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Part of today almost reminded me of a sunny Ontario summer. It was wonderful.

...I suppose one must try to find joy in small things. Particularly when so much of life is a self-created prison.
'Cause I've relied on my illusions to keep me warm at night, but I denied in my capacity to love; I am willing to give up this fight.
- Sarah McLachlan, from Dirty Little Secret
Wear Your Love Like Heaven
by Sarah McLachlan

Color in sky prussian blue
Scarlet fleece changes hue
Crimson ball sinks from view

[Chorus]
Wear your love like heaven
Wear your love like heaven
Wear your love like heaven

Lord, kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah, kiss me once more
That I may, that I may
Wear my love like heaven
Wear my love like heaven
Color sky havana lake
Color sky rose carmethene
Alizarian crimson

[Chorus]

Lord kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah kiss me once more
That I may, that I may
Wear my love like heaven
Wear my love like heaven
Lord kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah kiss me once more
That I may, that I may
Wear my love like heaven
Wear my love like heaven
Cannot believe what I see
All I have wished for will be
All of our race proud and free

[Chorus]

Lord kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah kiss me once more
That I may, that I may
Wear my love like heaven
Wear my love like heaven

Sunday, April 10, 2005

I am overwhelmed.

I think I'll blame Satan. That's convenient.

Friday, April 08, 2005

I think I may have been assuming all along that I could have one of two things in a significant other: 1) someone I'm attracted to, or 2) someone who will be good for me. But not both. I may have been right, but I hope not.

Look at the child with the dream in her eyes, holding it deep inside...
- Sarah McLachlan

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Yes, I am subsisting on cookies.
Overheard:

Person 1: Did you get that book I left for you?
Person 2: What book?
Person 1: Interpersonal Communication.
Person 2: Oh. Oh yeah. Thank you.

Oh the irony.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

I love these lyrics...

Silently the morning mist is lying on the water,
Captive moonlight waiting for the dawn.
Softly like a baby's breath, a breeze begins to whisper.
The sun is coming, quick you must be gone.

Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing,
The promise of another sunny day.
And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine,
I do believe that summer's here to stay.

And do you care what's happening around you,
Do your senses know the changes when they come?
Can you see yourself reflecting in the seasons,
Can you understand the need to carry on?

Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see,
So many ways and oh, so many things.
Rejoicing in the differences, there's no one just like me.
Yet as different as we are, we're still the same.

And oh, I love the life within me,
I feel a part of everything I see.
And oh, I love the life around me,
A part of everything is here in me.
A part of everything is here in me,
A part of everything is here in me.


John Denver should be canonized.
A good question to ask:

Is there anyone out there who could take you from me?

Props to Naiomi for that one.

Monday, April 04, 2005

As my cousin so astutely pointed out earlier today (well, yesterday, really)...

Star Trek night will never be the same again. :D

Saturday, April 02, 2005

I wouldn't live the last year over again for the world. And that's a good thing, because it's a sign that I feel I've grown.

However, the one thing I do miss about this time last year is the anticipation of new possibilities that seemed to be springing up everywhere... Now, it seems that new possibilities prefer to shatter like sugar glass before my eyes.

Last year, I was almost hopelessly boxed in by a few small ideas. Contrary to the mistrust that I thought I embodied at the time, I whole-heartedly believed in façades that I am now slightly more able to see through. I was much more naïve, much more easily duped--by a belief in the infallibility of others, by the idea that hideous and painful mistakes were not as easily made as I now know them to be. By a powerful and misplaced confidence in society as a whole. By a blind desire to achieve lofty ideals of love and peace and happiness.

I still cherish those ideals, but less blindly.

And for that, I am truly thankful.

I hope that all of my fellow Bloggers have taken lessons from their pain, their errors, their trials in the past year, and have been able to convert that past evil into present and future good.