Thursday, June 30, 2005

I'm so tired of not knowing whether I've made the right choices until it's glaringly obvious that I haven't.

Just this once, I wish I could know in advance.

How wonderful to be wise, to understand things, to be able to analyze them and interpret them.
- Ecclesiastes 8:1

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

So seeing as I have the coolest mom and step-dad in the world, I got a new flight, and now get to stay in Canada until Sunday!

This means that not only do I get to see Live 8, but I also get to see my incredibly awesome friends for longer!

Three cheers for my mom and my step-dad, everyone!

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Monica and I went to Tim Horton's tonight. We were just drinking tea, talking, and generally having a good time until around 1:30am. We noticed that there was a girl with a backpack who had been there the whole time we were, and seemed to be sleeping at one of the tables, off and on. It was kind of odd, and we wondered about it. As we were leaving, Monica asked her if she needed a ride somewhere. She told us that she had nowhere to go, that she'd been in the John Howard housing program but that they'd kicked her out that night, that she'd overdosed on her prescription drugs that day and had been in the hospital, that she was supposed to be resting because of that, that her boyfriend lived just around the corner but his parents wouldn't allow her to stay at their house... In any case, we told her we'd try to find something for her. She seemed really nice and genuine, and was very young--maybe 16. We saw a police car and stopped to ask them if they knew of a place for her to go, and they went and talked to her, so we figured she'd be all right. In any case, I obviously don't really know anything about her situation, but if any of you have an extra spot in your prayers, I'm sure she could use it.

As could my friend Connie, who is in the very last stages of cancer that has spread throughout her body. She's not very lucid anymore, particularly these last few days, with all of the drugs they've been giving her to ease the pain, and she will not last much longer.

I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me.
- Psalm 57:2

And, last but definitely not least, Monica and I...sideways hot. :D

Me, Monica, and Sarah, after grad.

Matt Syme and I. Cute, eh? ;)

Me with the Sittlinger boys. Need I say more? ;)

Zack and I, after Commencement. (By the way, guys, he's coming to LSU! Everybody cheer!!)

Monica and Matt. Awww... ;)

This is my friend Nikki. She wouldn't let me take pictures of her, aside from this one, so this is her punishment.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

There is nothing...absolutely a good Sabbath afternoon.

Food, sleep, and nothing to do! What could be more glorious?! :D

Thursday, June 23, 2005

I purchased far too many books today. Far too many. That's mostly all I accomplished, aside from sampling the food court in the Oshawa Centre as though I'd never been there before. ;)

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

A hero remembered on the side of Ryerson Polytechnic Institute in Toronto. ;)

This is the outhouse that Diana (and JJ, Peter, & Monica) built.

In my country, you get to have really big bonfires when you clear foliage. :D

A view from the dock at the cottage. The lake is huge, but this is the little bay where we're located.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Mr. and Mrs. Smith was actually a fun movie. I was impressed. I'd thought it was going to be incredibly stupid. But luckily, since I was dragged to see it, I rather liked it.

*sniffle sniffle* *cough cough*

Pity me in my illness! PITY ME! (But only until I'm well. I don't like to be pitied; it gives me a rash.)

Now read about the trees below! No, seriously.
Arboreal Deaths
by Peter Unwin

By 1822 the Military Settling Department had determined the tree to be a leading cause of death. "Drowned," "deceased" and "killed by a tree" were fingered as the great culprits of Canadian depopulation. The first, of course, was "gone to the States."

Often, as happened to the Reverend John Scadding, the tree fell on you. More typically the axe-head bounced and cleaved a foot or leg, leading to the most frequent wound in Canadian medical history: the hatchet wound. Menard, a Jesuit and one of the first white men to reach Lake Superior, had a tree fall on him while paddling a canoe. In the timber camps of eastern Ontario, lumbermen stricken by typhoid and diphtheria were typically carried out in the blankets they died in, and buried in a ditch.

Sometimes they had a tooth pulled by a camp dentist, and died of infection. There were countless ways to be killed by a tree. Even the Iroquois Book of Rites, which predates Columbus by half a century, congratulates all who have survived wild beasts, thorny ways and falling trees.

Most famously, death by trees comes in the form of fire. There is barely a town, settlement, ship or even a lighthouse in the Dominion that did not burn to the ground or waterline at least once, and often twice. One of the first ordinances passed in English Canada was a law requiring home-owners to keep a pail of water on the porch at all times. When Toronto burned to the ground for the second time, wood, as a building material, was outlawed in favour of brick. Vancouver was destroyed by fire in 1886. Ottawa burned twice, and even the mill that sawed the boards that built Ottawa burned four times... A 1948 forest fire that swept Lake Superior’s north shore generated so much smoke that streetlights had to be turned on at noon as far away as Texas. In fact, it is not unknown for smoke from Canadian forest fires to reach England. The Great Miramichi fire of 1825, in New Brunswick, has been called "the most dreadful conflagration in...the history of the world!" It stretched 112 kilometres on either side of the Miramichi River, and caused winds of such velocity that salmon were sucked out of the river and scattered in the trees.
- From
Geist magazine, No. 54, Fall 2004

I went to see Andy today, and got my hair cut! Only trimmed, really. In August, however, I'll get a real haircut again. :) How I adore Andy...

And my mother and I have caught cold. It was only a matter of time, I suppose. But it's really unpleasant, and seems to insist on draining my energy just when I need it most. Curses.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

I need to find a way to fend off the ennui that likes to come slithering into my consciousness even while I'm occupied with something. Maybe I should get more sleep and eat regularly.

But I still don't understand this... How is it possible to be bored and entertained at the same time?!
I've rediscovered the wonders of Toronto. When I'm back in my homeland in August, I plan to rediscover them further.

I saw Danny Michel at the Rivoli! He's an amazing performer--hilarious, adorable, and talented. Really nice guy too! Perhaps I'll put up the picture of us, even though it's rather unattractive.

One of his opening acts was Dayna Manning, who was also quite fun to listen to. Like Danny, she was amusing, particularly when she sang a derogatory song about Paris Hilton. Now that's hot!

Luke Doucet was there as well! (For those of you who don't follow Canadian music--haha--he is a guitarist who used to tour with Sarah McLachlan.) He played with Danny on a few songs.

The most amusing bit, however, was when Andy Kim appeared and sang two of his hits: "Sugar Sugar" and "Rock Me Gently."

I love Canada. :)

Thursday, June 16, 2005

  • If you're one of those crazy wristband collectors, here's one for your collection. The new Josh Groban Foundation ones are now available here. They're 2/$6, 5/$12, or 10/$22. AND they're BRIGHT ORANGE!


  • Psychological complexes make life far more difficult than it should be.
  • Wednesday, June 15, 2005

    Oh I'm home! And it's humid! How different...

    I went to a rodeo in Orono today. The hot cowboys made me wish I'd brought my camera. (Especially the one who was scraped on the stomach by a bull hoof. *Unfortunately* he had to remove his shirt to clean it. Heh heh heh...)

    On a totally unrelated note... I need to stop smiling. It's bad for my image. ;)

    Monday, June 13, 2005

    Knees of My Bees
    by Alanis Morissette

    We share a culture same vernacular
    Love of physical humor and time spent alone
    You with your penchant for spontaneous advents
    For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone

    You are a gift renaissance with a wink
    With tendencies for conversations that raise bars
    You are a sage who is fueled by compassion
    Comes to nooks and crannies, has balm for all scars

    You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
    You make the knees of my bees weak

    You are a spirit that knows of no limit
    That knows of no ceiling who balks at dead-ends
    You are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers
    Not seduced by illusion or fair-weathered friends

    You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
    You make the knees of my bees weak

    You are a vision who lives by the signals of
    Stomach and intuition as your guide
    You are a sliver of god on a platter
    Who walks what he talks and who cops when he's lied

    You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
    You make the knees of my bees weak
    You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
    You make the knees of my bees weak
    You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
    You make the knees of my bees weak

    Sunday, June 12, 2005

    Congratulations Kelly R., Bob B., Ruben A., Jay R., Ryan B., Kristin P., Jamie G., Nathan W., Joy A., Andrea P., Jennifer D., Kevin S., Kristin H., Daniel D., Jon K., Leila D., Devo K., and Yohany I.! :)
    Josiah: Because the Bible tells us to gird ourselves with loins...

    Dagan: Um. I think that's, "Gird your loins..."

    Saturday, June 11, 2005

    Sometimes the silver lining to the cloud is better than the sun itself.
    As a sidenote, I'm really good at being stupid. :)
    Frankenheimer: Nothing like a little sex to liven up the night.

    Friday, June 10, 2005

    I'm halfway done! I'm a junior!

    Well, I was done at roughly nine o'clock this morning, after which I slept for a few hours. (Of course, I had horrible nightmares, as usual, so it wasn't exactly restful. But I'm hoping for better results tonight.)

    And soon I will begin the slow and agonizing process of moving my hideous amount of stuff out of my room.

    But before that, Star Trek! :D

    Thursday, June 09, 2005

    A word to the wise: Star Wars is way better in digital, in Irvine than in crap, in Fontucky.

    Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better.

    Wednesday, June 08, 2005

    Is it my responsibility to point out unhealthy patterns in others? Probably not. I'll refrain.
    The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
    - John Galsworthy

    Tuesday, June 07, 2005

    My teeth hurt.

    Attempting to chip away at my upper molars with my lower ones.

    Pain. Must. Stop.
    Still awake. Why? No reason, other than that I tried to drown my sorrows in caffeine. I don't recommend it.
    I'm going to state this so that everyone knows and understands it.

    Lack of communication upsets me.

    Granted, I overreact sometimes. But further lack of communication does nothing to sort that out or solve the problem. Strange as it may seem, it really just aggravates it.

    To quote myself from last May:

    Sometimes silence is strong, and sometimes silence is cowardly.

    One should understand the difference.

    Monday, June 06, 2005

    Let Me Fall
    by Josh Groban

    Let me fall
    Let me climb
    There's a moment when fear
    And dreams must collide

    Someone I am
    Is waiting for courage
    The one I want
    The one I will become
    Will catch me

    So let me fall
    If I must fall
    I won't heed your warnings
    I won't hear them

    Let me fall
    If I fall
    Though the phoenix may
    Or may not rise

    I will dance so freely
    Holding on to no one
    You can hold me only
    If you too will fall
    Away from all these
    Useless fears and chains

    Someone I am
    Is waiting for my courage
    The one I want
    The one I will become
    Will catch me

    So let me fall
    If I must fall
    I won't heed your warnings
    I won't hear

    Let me fall
    If I fall
    There's no reason
    To miss this one chance
    This perfect moment
    Just let me fall
    Check this out here, since it looks hideous on Blogger.

    Sunday, June 05, 2005

    And I'd like to dedicate this song to myself...

    by the Eagles

    Desperado why don't you come to your senses?
    You been out ridin' fences for so long now
    Oh you're a hard one
    I know that you got your reasons
    These things that are pleasin' you
    Can hurt you somehow

    Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy
    She'll beat you if she's able
    You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

    Now it seems to me some fine things
    Have been laid upon your table
    But you only want the ones that you can't get

    Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no youger
    Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
    And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
    Your prison is walking through this world all alone

    Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
    The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
    It's hard to tell the night time from the day
    You're losin' all your highs and lows
    Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

    Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
    Come down from your fences, open the gate
    It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
    You better let somebody love you, before it's too late

    Saturday, June 04, 2005

    There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under heaven:
    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    a time to scatter stones and at time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
    a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

    - Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

    Thursday, June 02, 2005

  • I'd like to formally congratulate whoever "altered" part of the Path of the Just. Well done, friends. And don't worry. It's immortalized. I took pictures. (As did many others, I noticed.)

  • I have one presentation, two finals, and four papers to do. Do with that information as you will.

  • I am tired of my own propensity to doubt.

  • So, Dr. Schoepflin takes with him a large chunk of the reasons that I have had faith in this university to educate me properly--as did Dr. Hartig before him. When Dr. Jones, Dr. DupĂ©e, Dr. Webster, and Dr. Bradley have gone, I suspect that there will be nothing left but shadows and shells. It's depressing. (How can I possibly take Critical Analysis from anyone but Dr. Schoepflin? It's like blasphemy!)

  • Crumpling up Post-it notes that are no longer relevant is one of my greatest joys in life.

  • A good episode or two of some series of Star Trek always manages to make life seem much nicer.

  • Yeah, okay, so I'm not an artist, but this site is fun anyway.
  • Wednesday, June 01, 2005

    And here are some nice, hot, sweaty, sooty firemen for you, as a special treat. (As you can see from the angle, I was trying to be surreptitious.)

    My aunt again. My mom just got the exact same car, but automatic. I'm so jealous.