But I am not the pilot.
Mistakes. Wrong turns. Distractions.
But I am not the pilot.
Release a bird. If it comes back to you, then it is yours.
If it does not return, then it was never yours in the first place.
Thank God, I am not the pilot.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
patience
The Shulamite to Her Beloved
Set me as a seal upon your heart. As a seal upon your arm; for love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love. Nor can the floods drown it. If a man would give for his love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly despised.
Song of Solomon 8:6-7
Set me as a seal upon your heart. As a seal upon your arm; for love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love. Nor can the floods drown it. If a man would give for his love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly despised.
Song of Solomon 8:6-7
I have met my match...!
BoringWhiteMale: velvet underground
AmenahAcid: chocolate covered clouds
BoringWhiteMale: siamese gun fight
AmenahAcid: purple crayon explosion
BoringWhiteMale: poptart surprise war
AmenahAcid: etiological basis of neuronal output
BoringWhiteMale: quantum singularity gamma fission on august 82 1782
AmenahAcid: fried sea water in a cup of mountain air
BoringWhiteMale: king's lava of death in rainbow monster planet
AmenahAcid: flying turtle prints in red paint on a sunday morning in the middle of winter ice
AmenahAcid: HA!
AmenahAcid: this is great
BoringWhiteMale: !!
BoringWhiteMale: synthetic plastic doughnuts go fishign
BoringWhiteMale: fishing
AmenahAcid: icecold ashes metamorphically digress into green lined shadows in your eyes
BoringWhiteMale: metranomes cherish existence in the abyss of monkey hairs beyond this insert key
AmenahAcid: tree frogs
BoringWhiteMale: golf flowers
AmenahAcid: sunny eggs....?
BoringWhiteMale: sunnyside up on the 8th of july of the shish kabob
AmenahAcid: el queso en el dia despues el cinco de maya
AmenahAcid: mayo
AmenahAcid: MAYO
BoringWhiteMale: hahah nice
AmenahAcid: expanision of el dorado kingdom anchored in subsidized housing
AmenahAcid: we are both crazy
BoringWhiteMale: <3<3 x billion
AmenahAcid: look at our dialogue!
AmenahAcid: it takes two babar sisters
AmenahAcid: to do that
BoringWhiteMale: it's poetry!
AmenahAcid: chocolate covered clouds
BoringWhiteMale: siamese gun fight
AmenahAcid: purple crayon explosion
BoringWhiteMale: poptart surprise war
AmenahAcid: etiological basis of neuronal output
BoringWhiteMale: quantum singularity gamma fission on august 82 1782
AmenahAcid: fried sea water in a cup of mountain air
BoringWhiteMale: king's lava of death in rainbow monster planet
AmenahAcid: flying turtle prints in red paint on a sunday morning in the middle of winter ice
AmenahAcid: HA!
AmenahAcid: this is great
BoringWhiteMale: !!
BoringWhiteMale: synthetic plastic doughnuts go fishign
BoringWhiteMale: fishing
AmenahAcid: icecold ashes metamorphically digress into green lined shadows in your eyes
BoringWhiteMale: metranomes cherish existence in the abyss of monkey hairs beyond this insert key
AmenahAcid: tree frogs
BoringWhiteMale: golf flowers
AmenahAcid: sunny eggs....?
BoringWhiteMale: sunnyside up on the 8th of july of the shish kabob
AmenahAcid: el queso en el dia despues el cinco de maya
AmenahAcid: mayo
AmenahAcid: MAYO
BoringWhiteMale: hahah nice
AmenahAcid: expanision of el dorado kingdom anchored in subsidized housing
AmenahAcid: we are both crazy
BoringWhiteMale: <3<3 x billion
AmenahAcid: look at our dialogue!
AmenahAcid: it takes two babar sisters
AmenahAcid: to do that
BoringWhiteMale: it's poetry!
Sunday, April 24, 2005
hmmmmm.....
Man, if I didn't know myself, I'd think I was way too emotional. I am, I guess. But I balance it with strength. I grew up on a farm, k. Let me tell you. Tossing haybells (orisit haybail?) like 70 lbs a piece, makes you strong. I think I was stronger then, though. That's why i need to go work out.
Samara to me last night: "Its a good thing you don't drink."
Me: "I know!"
Samara to me last night: "Its a good thing you don't drink."
Me: "I know!"
Saturday, April 23, 2005
PostComps
So its like 2 am. And i'm restless. My spirit is so restless. I should be exhausted. Last week was amazing. And when I say amazing, I mean God made miracles happen. For one, I passed comps. Now, everyone is saying I"m being hard on myself. But truth is, I would have failed me, if I were my advisor, and had known how much I knew. But she said, "your presentation was excellent--you speak very well-- your paper was well written...though you could have been better prepared fo the question and answer session." Dude, I didn't prepare for that section much. In fact, I started prepping on Thursday night.
I want to thank my wonderful friends for your support. And if you didn't come, I forgive you! ;) you know who you are.
Heh.
So then I went to the opera. I wasn't feeling the opera. ON the way home, it hit me like a wave. It was the wave I've been telling you about. I was overcome with grief. I can't explain it well. But it was a realization of my time here at Carleton is almost up; God's mercy, my wonderful friends, my heartaches, my struggles, my pain, my joy. It was like a rush of silent wind. And I looked into the future. I was overcome with fear of loneliness. I am so scared. I am about to start my life. For real. And I feel so alone. I know God is with me. But I feel sooooooo alone. Its just me.
I feel like I am in some sort of mourning stage. I think its good. Because I've been holding it back for some time now. I need to let things go, and let God work. I have to trust Him with my future. My whole future....my grad school experience (btw, I have sort of accepted U of MI Ann Arbor), my finances, but even most importantly.....that one guy. I always wanted to have known him. to have known him at carleton...i imagined going to the midwinter ball, and being swept off my feet! roses, and dinners, and walks. i wanted to grow with him. to live this time with him. i have loved so much. but.....how can i love that which is never returned? that is the story of my life.
usually, at this point, i would weep. but i think all the tears are gone.
i have cried too much over this one thing. God, I give this up to you.
I want to thank my wonderful friends for your support. And if you didn't come, I forgive you! ;) you know who you are.
Heh.
So then I went to the opera. I wasn't feeling the opera. ON the way home, it hit me like a wave. It was the wave I've been telling you about. I was overcome with grief. I can't explain it well. But it was a realization of my time here at Carleton is almost up; God's mercy, my wonderful friends, my heartaches, my struggles, my pain, my joy. It was like a rush of silent wind. And I looked into the future. I was overcome with fear of loneliness. I am so scared. I am about to start my life. For real. And I feel so alone. I know God is with me. But I feel sooooooo alone. Its just me.
I feel like I am in some sort of mourning stage. I think its good. Because I've been holding it back for some time now. I need to let things go, and let God work. I have to trust Him with my future. My whole future....my grad school experience (btw, I have sort of accepted U of MI Ann Arbor), my finances, but even most importantly.....that one guy. I always wanted to have known him. to have known him at carleton...i imagined going to the midwinter ball, and being swept off my feet! roses, and dinners, and walks. i wanted to grow with him. to live this time with him. i have loved so much. but.....how can i love that which is never returned? that is the story of my life.
usually, at this point, i would weep. but i think all the tears are gone.
i have cried too much over this one thing. God, I give this up to you.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Cookies and time
I like dipping cookies in tea. And I just ate 3 cookies. Yum. Reminds me of what Eric said.
Yes.
Apparently there's this cookie man, who bakes cookies for the dining hall at night. One man. And all those cookies we eat. And at night. While we sleep. Its almost like a fairy tale. Nah, not really.
It also reminds me of what one wise person said to me after I said the food tasted bad at the dining hall. I was a freshman. "Amenah," he said, "Eat your food with gladness." And when I am tempted to say that there's nothing good to eat in the dining hall, I remind myself of that, and the fact that the workers in the dining hall miss their meals with their children and families to cook for us. And I stop myself. God has richly blessed me. I can eat, and eat well!
I remember having to eat lima beans for a month straight. Or cabbage.....or other 'stuff'. And remembering that we didn't always have.
I am now such a rich fool. We all are. God forgive us.
Yes.
Apparently there's this cookie man, who bakes cookies for the dining hall at night. One man. And all those cookies we eat. And at night. While we sleep. Its almost like a fairy tale. Nah, not really.
It also reminds me of what one wise person said to me after I said the food tasted bad at the dining hall. I was a freshman. "Amenah," he said, "Eat your food with gladness." And when I am tempted to say that there's nothing good to eat in the dining hall, I remind myself of that, and the fact that the workers in the dining hall miss their meals with their children and families to cook for us. And I stop myself. God has richly blessed me. I can eat, and eat well!
I remember having to eat lima beans for a month straight. Or cabbage.....or other 'stuff'. And remembering that we didn't always have.
I am now such a rich fool. We all are. God forgive us.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
My beloved is mine, and I am his
"The Shulamite
I am dark but lovely, O daughters of Jersualem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. Do not look upon me because I am dark, because the sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; he is looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice. My beloved spoke, and said to me: "Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away!"
My beloved is mine, and I am his.
By night on my bed I sought the one I love; I sought him, but I did not find him. "I will rise now," I said, "and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love." I sought him, but did not find him. The watchmen who go aobut the city found me, to whom I said, "Have you seen the one I love?" Scarcely had I passed by them, when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let him go....I charge you O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.
The Beloved
Behold, you are fair my love! Behold you are fair! You have dove's eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from Mount Gilead...You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one look of your eyes, with one link of your necklace. How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love...
The Shulamite
I sleep, but my heart is awake; it is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, "open for me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is covered with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."....My beloved put his hand by the latch of the door, and my heart yearned for him. I arose to open for my beloved....I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart went out to him when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took my veil away from me. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick!
The Beloved
O my love you are beautiful as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem. Awesome as an army with banners! Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me.
The Shulamite
Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices."
~The song of songs, which is Solomon's
(Song of Solomon 1,2,3,4,5,6,8)
I am dark but lovely, O daughters of Jersualem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. Do not look upon me because I am dark, because the sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; he is looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice. My beloved spoke, and said to me: "Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away!"
My beloved is mine, and I am his.
By night on my bed I sought the one I love; I sought him, but I did not find him. "I will rise now," I said, "and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love." I sought him, but did not find him. The watchmen who go aobut the city found me, to whom I said, "Have you seen the one I love?" Scarcely had I passed by them, when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let him go....I charge you O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.
The Beloved
Behold, you are fair my love! Behold you are fair! You have dove's eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from Mount Gilead...You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one look of your eyes, with one link of your necklace. How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love...
The Shulamite
I sleep, but my heart is awake; it is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, "open for me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is covered with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."....My beloved put his hand by the latch of the door, and my heart yearned for him. I arose to open for my beloved....I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart went out to him when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took my veil away from me. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick!
The Beloved
O my love you are beautiful as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem. Awesome as an army with banners! Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me.
The Shulamite
Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices."
~The song of songs, which is Solomon's
(Song of Solomon 1,2,3,4,5,6,8)
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Tape Worm
I think I must have a symbiotic relationship going on with a tape worm in my stomach. I'm eating everythin in sight.
Take saltine crackers from Wendy's for instance. It's 3 am in the morning, and I devoured salty crackers! Speaking of crackers, it's funny how tastes and smells can bring you back to a place.
I remember sitting in the teacher's lounge with a bunch of Tican teachers in Cartago Costa Rica. And they always offered me saltine crackers with Costa Rican jam. I was always hungry there too. Yep. And I remember Doctor Pablo (who was super cute, btw) would come by to give the students shots, and he'd always wink at me, and attempt to speak English. He was quite surprised that I was American; of course, that was until I tried a lengthy conversation in Spanish. I think he worked for the Red Cross or something, but he would be giving free medical care to the school and SOS casas in Tres Rios. Ahhh....The Red Cross. Yes, so Andrew tricked me into volunteering for the red cross, but, you know me, I can't give blood. its psychological, right. i need to overcome my fears. Heh. But i'm nothing like Imran, who gets natious even at the sight of blood. As a matter of fact, Imran and hospitals don't get along very well. I remember when we were young, and getting shots and all, they had to get about 5 doctors to hold Imran down, and he was kicking and screaming like there....are you ready?....was 'no tomorrow'. Heh. And they gave me a lollipop, after I had endured the needle. But there's something about the concept of having blood drawn from one's arms...that makes me....eh. even writing it makes me queasy.
wow.
SO i hit the jack pot with my edcuational class. i don't do the reading at all, the professor doesn't grade (yep, you heard me rigth!), and i have been dominating discussions...err...no, not dominating, but i've had things to say at least. he he. our last paper assigment was an autobiography of our high school educational experience. sweetness, right?
but genetics...let me tell you, i have spent the last stinking 5 hours on a problem set. serves me right for always waiting till the last minuto. Like taxes. Yeah, I was the one desperately searching for W-2's, tearing up her room at 10 pm last night. Mmhmm. E-file and easy should not be in the same stinkin sentence. easy.?!??!?? let me tell you about easy!??!?!
did i tell you i hate science? well I DO!!! these stupid scientists with their blasted beakers full of nucleotides don't know diddly squat. pulling things out of the air. that's what. i should have gone to culinary school.
my room is a complete mess. and i need to do laundry.
Oh, and Irish Spring Soap. Ahhh...brings me back to freshmen and sophomore year. Yep. Walking through Burton the other day, and oh, such a great smell! ANd there are colognes i like too, but I don't know the names of them. One reminds me of my father.
tuition bill, did you say? oh, all those envelopes filled with numbers and payment notifications? demanding money from my poor little squeaky clean wells account? (go ahead and rob me, heh heh!) yeah, that thing. ummm...yep, they're under my bed somewhere.
bank robbin training, i'm telling you.
what a day, night, morning.
Take saltine crackers from Wendy's for instance. It's 3 am in the morning, and I devoured salty crackers! Speaking of crackers, it's funny how tastes and smells can bring you back to a place.
I remember sitting in the teacher's lounge with a bunch of Tican teachers in Cartago Costa Rica. And they always offered me saltine crackers with Costa Rican jam. I was always hungry there too. Yep. And I remember Doctor Pablo (who was super cute, btw) would come by to give the students shots, and he'd always wink at me, and attempt to speak English. He was quite surprised that I was American; of course, that was until I tried a lengthy conversation in Spanish. I think he worked for the Red Cross or something, but he would be giving free medical care to the school and SOS casas in Tres Rios. Ahhh....The Red Cross. Yes, so Andrew tricked me into volunteering for the red cross, but, you know me, I can't give blood. its psychological, right. i need to overcome my fears. Heh. But i'm nothing like Imran, who gets natious even at the sight of blood. As a matter of fact, Imran and hospitals don't get along very well. I remember when we were young, and getting shots and all, they had to get about 5 doctors to hold Imran down, and he was kicking and screaming like there....are you ready?....was 'no tomorrow'. Heh. And they gave me a lollipop, after I had endured the needle. But there's something about the concept of having blood drawn from one's arms...that makes me....eh. even writing it makes me queasy.
wow.
SO i hit the jack pot with my edcuational class. i don't do the reading at all, the professor doesn't grade (yep, you heard me rigth!), and i have been dominating discussions...err...no, not dominating, but i've had things to say at least. he he. our last paper assigment was an autobiography of our high school educational experience. sweetness, right?
but genetics...let me tell you, i have spent the last stinking 5 hours on a problem set. serves me right for always waiting till the last minuto. Like taxes. Yeah, I was the one desperately searching for W-2's, tearing up her room at 10 pm last night. Mmhmm. E-file and easy should not be in the same stinkin sentence. easy.?!??!?? let me tell you about easy!??!?!
did i tell you i hate science? well I DO!!! these stupid scientists with their blasted beakers full of nucleotides don't know diddly squat. pulling things out of the air. that's what. i should have gone to culinary school.
my room is a complete mess. and i need to do laundry.
Oh, and Irish Spring Soap. Ahhh...brings me back to freshmen and sophomore year. Yep. Walking through Burton the other day, and oh, such a great smell! ANd there are colognes i like too, but I don't know the names of them. One reminds me of my father.
tuition bill, did you say? oh, all those envelopes filled with numbers and payment notifications? demanding money from my poor little squeaky clean wells account? (go ahead and rob me, heh heh!) yeah, that thing. ummm...yep, they're under my bed somewhere.
bank robbin training, i'm telling you.
what a day, night, morning.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Mixings of honey and vinegar
Ya ever wonder what honey and vinegar taste like?
Just follow me around for a day.
And you'll know.
Take Tuesday for example.
All morning I was moping around from this and that reason. Then all of a sudden, boom! I'm bouncing off the walls with excitement. The therapists, Edaeni and Rashi, shake their heads at my conclusion that "bipolar" is my middle name. But symptomatically, come on guys. I mean, errr....ladies...I have no idea what got into me at dinner, and perhaps you are right, it was due to Mr. Wong's inspirational presence, but I was chattin and beboppin like there was "no tomorrow". Maybe its a defense mechanism. Hitting rock bottom is not an option anymore. Before scraping the rocky edges, I realize that I can not, will not, suffer that again. No. No.
And today, I near broke down and bawled at Sola. I said to myself, "snap out of it Amenah, you are a leader, and you can't be a wimp!" So I put on my bestest smile, and grinned at the world. Full of energy. And I was about to cry because Sam sang the song Imran and I used to sing. I really miss my brother.
That was a nice break from comps. Its one of those all nighters. I have a week to prep for my defense, and my presentation.
Just follow me around for a day.
And you'll know.
Take Tuesday for example.
All morning I was moping around from this and that reason. Then all of a sudden, boom! I'm bouncing off the walls with excitement. The therapists, Edaeni and Rashi, shake their heads at my conclusion that "bipolar" is my middle name. But symptomatically, come on guys. I mean, errr....ladies...I have no idea what got into me at dinner, and perhaps you are right, it was due to Mr. Wong's inspirational presence, but I was chattin and beboppin like there was "no tomorrow". Maybe its a defense mechanism. Hitting rock bottom is not an option anymore. Before scraping the rocky edges, I realize that I can not, will not, suffer that again. No. No.
And today, I near broke down and bawled at Sola. I said to myself, "snap out of it Amenah, you are a leader, and you can't be a wimp!" So I put on my bestest smile, and grinned at the world. Full of energy. And I was about to cry because Sam sang the song Imran and I used to sing. I really miss my brother.
That was a nice break from comps. Its one of those all nighters. I have a week to prep for my defense, and my presentation.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Saturday
How am I feeling?
I'm feeling quite sad. I don't know why. Or maybe I do.
Maybe I'm tired. When I'm tired, I'm sensitive.
It could be the result of a brief case of food poisoning.
Bleh.
Well. This has got to be the world's shortest entry.
I'm feeling quite sad. I don't know why. Or maybe I do.
Maybe I'm tired. When I'm tired, I'm sensitive.
It could be the result of a brief case of food poisoning.
Bleh.
Well. This has got to be the world's shortest entry.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Blessed Be the Name of the LORD
"The Lord is my sheperd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You annoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. " ~A Psalm of King David (23).
I will praise the name of the LORD forever. Though the darkness covers my soul, I will cry out to my LORD and my God, for He is my rock, and my feet are steadfast in His name. He knows my comings in and my goings out, He knows my weakness, and has built my strength in His love. And He has not turned His face from me, though I am not worthy of it. I will praise the name of the LORD forever. He is my fortress and my strength. Though I am surrounded by discouragement and rejection, my King and my God has called me by name, and restored my soul.
I will praise the name of the LORD forever. Though the darkness covers my soul, I will cry out to my LORD and my God, for He is my rock, and my feet are steadfast in His name. He knows my comings in and my goings out, He knows my weakness, and has built my strength in His love. And He has not turned His face from me, though I am not worthy of it. I will praise the name of the LORD forever. He is my fortress and my strength. Though I am surrounded by discouragement and rejection, my King and my God has called me by name, and restored my soul.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Memo to Liberals and Feminists
Dearest Liberals and Feminists:
The last entry was not intentionally suppose to rile you up. The statments were frankly not contraversial enough. I realized that when I punched it out. I only wanted to get your attention. And I had no sparks going off at the time.
Funny thing is, though my closest friends would immediately refute me, I have a splash of liberal and a feminist streak in me. But I do not claim to be either. Because they are crazy. Have you met my friend Edaeni? She's crazy.
She knows I'm kidding though. I love her.
Yours with much affection,
A Radical Raddish
The last entry was not intentionally suppose to rile you up. The statments were frankly not contraversial enough. I realized that when I punched it out. I only wanted to get your attention. And I had no sparks going off at the time.
Funny thing is, though my closest friends would immediately refute me, I have a splash of liberal and a feminist streak in me. But I do not claim to be either. Because they are crazy. Have you met my friend Edaeni? She's crazy.
She knows I'm kidding though. I love her.
Yours with much affection,
A Radical Raddish
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Skittles are falling from the sky
This entry ought to freak out some liberals. feminists. And the like. Heh. I like riling people up.
Ravi Zacharia --an Indian radical--and us girls (the ultra amazings) are discussing relationships. Ah....Love....romance, is in the air! Spring time! Well...aside from my casual flings you all know I have, I am looking forward to something really good. And, get this, this will throw you for a loop, we are all praying for our future husbands together! Heh. Talk about the typical Carleton female.
Though, I am quite bitter at times with this whole department, in fact. I have lost my glittering starry, naive eyes in this matter. But so be it. Disallusioned. Knight in shining armor, this better be worth all the pain I have suffered and endured!
I was telling Mingmer that I wouldn't mind an arranged marriage.....Gasp! No, no....More like courtship; indeed, that's all I will do...Nope, not a dater, not a hater....Wait, that's not to say....I was just trying to rhyme. Dating with the intentions of marriage. I am serious. You think I'm joking. Do I look like it? (glare)
Ultimately, I am going to wait next to the nearest well, and offer the best looking dude that comes by a pitcher of water....Errrrr.....I am going to stand outside of Sayles with a jug, and say, "hey, you look a lil thirsty? would you like a cup of two h's and an O?"
Well, all the pros did it, and got their man. :) I mean, Rebecca (Isaac's wife), and Moses' wife and...(this list goes on)...all they did was water camels and got married. You were thinking, "man, Amenah, that is so 10 minutes ago." Yeah, so what, it was only 2000 years ago. Thas okay. Times really haven't changed that much.
Okay. Fine. The water thing is a bit ol' fashioned. So I'll figure out another way to know the "one". sigh.
At any rate: God, please let him have a nice voice, be kind, open doors, smile at me...but most of all, love You. Amen.
Ravi Zacharia --an Indian radical--and us girls (the ultra amazings) are discussing relationships. Ah....Love....romance, is in the air! Spring time! Well...aside from my casual flings you all know I have, I am looking forward to something really good. And, get this, this will throw you for a loop, we are all praying for our future husbands together! Heh. Talk about the typical Carleton female.
Though, I am quite bitter at times with this whole department, in fact. I have lost my glittering starry, naive eyes in this matter. But so be it. Disallusioned. Knight in shining armor, this better be worth all the pain I have suffered and endured!
I was telling Mingmer that I wouldn't mind an arranged marriage.....Gasp! No, no....More like courtship; indeed, that's all I will do...Nope, not a dater, not a hater....Wait, that's not to say....I was just trying to rhyme. Dating with the intentions of marriage. I am serious. You think I'm joking. Do I look like it? (glare)
Ultimately, I am going to wait next to the nearest well, and offer the best looking dude that comes by a pitcher of water....Errrrr.....I am going to stand outside of Sayles with a jug, and say, "hey, you look a lil thirsty? would you like a cup of two h's and an O?"
Well, all the pros did it, and got their man. :) I mean, Rebecca (Isaac's wife), and Moses' wife and...(this list goes on)...all they did was water camels and got married. You were thinking, "man, Amenah, that is so 10 minutes ago." Yeah, so what, it was only 2000 years ago. Thas okay. Times really haven't changed that much.
Okay. Fine. The water thing is a bit ol' fashioned. So I'll figure out another way to know the "one". sigh.
At any rate: God, please let him have a nice voice, be kind, open doors, smile at me...but most of all, love You. Amen.
Friday, April 01, 2005
The results are in.....
drum roll please.....
Yes indeedio.
By popular opinion, by a hair, it would appear that cutting my hair is not the most favored. To the dismay of the radicals: Rashi and Edae.
Here's the story, you'll get a kick out of this one....
So I have no bizness renting movies, with the budget I'm on, but having been deserted, with nothing better to do, I followed my feet to the movie gallery.
And I find three movies: Osama, Stage Beauty, and Secret Window. (thas alot of $, folks). Anywho, as I check em out, the blonde dude (he must be in his 30's) goes, " you have gorgeous hair."
Me, surpised: "Oh thanks!"
Him: " Not many keep it long these days, too much work, but you shouldn't cut yours."
Me: "How ironic, my friends think I should cut it up to here."
Him: "Oh, no, definitely not...It's great this way."
Him, looking at my movies: "Is this your night?"
Me, excited: "Yes!"
Then he proceeds to introduce himself--shaking my hand!-, Leo I think, give me a free movie rental coupon thing, and say "come back any time". Whoa.
I think I was just hit on...BUt he's 30!?!?
Dude. But I"m almost 22.....AHHH!!!!!
I am flabergasted. I don't know what else to say.
Yes indeedio.
By popular opinion, by a hair, it would appear that cutting my hair is not the most favored. To the dismay of the radicals: Rashi and Edae.
Here's the story, you'll get a kick out of this one....
So I have no bizness renting movies, with the budget I'm on, but having been deserted, with nothing better to do, I followed my feet to the movie gallery.
And I find three movies: Osama, Stage Beauty, and Secret Window. (thas alot of $, folks). Anywho, as I check em out, the blonde dude (he must be in his 30's) goes, " you have gorgeous hair."
Me, surpised: "Oh thanks!"
Him: " Not many keep it long these days, too much work, but you shouldn't cut yours."
Me: "How ironic, my friends think I should cut it up to here."
Him: "Oh, no, definitely not...It's great this way."
Him, looking at my movies: "Is this your night?"
Me, excited: "Yes!"
Then he proceeds to introduce himself--shaking my hand!-, Leo I think, give me a free movie rental coupon thing, and say "come back any time". Whoa.
I think I was just hit on...BUt he's 30!?!?
Dude. But I"m almost 22.....AHHH!!!!!
I am flabergasted. I don't know what else to say.
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