T is for...

I volunteered to take part in this meme that Sarah is hosting...she assigned me a letter of the alphabet and I have to choose ten words that start with that letter and explain why I chose them. I got "T". If you want to play along, let me know in the comments and I'll give you a letter of your own.

1. Theater. Unlike my friend Whitley, I unfortunatly do not have the acting gene, but I love love love the theater. Plays, musicals, Broadway, cirque du soleil (which I've never gotten to see in person but hope to catch one day on the coast), college theater, whatever...i'll take it in whatever form I can get it.

2. Tea. I drink a lot of tea. Green tea, sweet tea, earl grey tea, british breakfast tea.

3. Tin roof. I love the sound of rain on a tin roof.

4. Trees. When I was a little girl (and even now that I'm a not-so-little girl), I spent a great deal of time up one tree or another. I like lots of trees around, and hate to see old trees taken down.

5. Travel. I do this as much as possible. I've been unable to get out of the country in the past few years, but I really enjoy flying off to see my friends in various parts of the country. I'm off to Washington, D.C. tomorrow.

6. TV. I watch too much. Bust wasn't the Alias finale awesome?

7. Tipsy. This is an accurate description of me after a glass or so of wine. I'm a really cheap drunk.

8. Twins. They (kind of) run in my family. I used to think it would be fun to have twins, and then I saw Erin handle Abby and Izzy. And I reconsidered. They're wonderful, and Erin is one of the best moms I've ever seen, and those girls are hands down my favorite babies in the world, but i'd need a rich husband, a nanny, a secretary, and 12 extra hours in a day to handle twins.

9. Thoughtful. I'm defnintely a thinker. And when I read this list to my dad he said i'm also really considerate of others. have I mentioned I'm a daddy's girl?

10. Thrifty. Ok. this is a family joke. whenever my mom and i go out shopping and come home with a bunch of stuff, my dad will ask how much this thing or that thing cost, and we always say "$40". Everything is always $40. Just below the expensive limit.

I'm blogging from the couch, my dog is lying at my feet, and all is (almost) right in the world

Hmmm. Lets see. I was told recently that I needed to get back on the blogging horse, so to speak, so I'll try to oblige. I finished classes about 10 days ago, and have thoroughly enjoyed the vacation...I spent most of it hanging out with a cute boy who thinks I have beautiful eyes. So it was mostly good. Unfortunately, said boy stuck his foot in his mouth about 16 hours before I left town for a week. I tried really hard not to be so sensitive, but I think he'll spent a few more days kicking himself over it. And I'm ok with that. At least he'll be thinking about me. Thats always a good thing.

I'm ending my vacation with a trip to D.C. with my mom--we're going to see Garrison Kellior record Prairie Home Companion, and go to the National Cathedral and see museums and shop and eat at great restaurants. And cross our fingers that the Memorial Day crowds don't show up in full force until after we've left on Sunday.

I may be driving back to Hattiesburg in a new car, too.

Counting Backwards

7 lasts:

1. Last place you were: Mahogany Bar, having drinks on friends' birthdays'. (yes, plural. they're twins).
2. Last soda: Diet Dr. Pepper, Sunday night..
3. Last movie seen: on DVD: Dick and Jane. In the theater: V for Vendetta
4. Last CD you listened to: Sigur Ros
5. Last time you cried: Whitley and I sitting and talking while I was home at Easter: total girl cry fest.
6. Last alcoholic beverage: Monday night: glass of Pinot.
7. Last person you talked to on the phone: my mom (as usual).

6 Favorite Things:

1. Massages, or someone playing with my hair.
2. a trip to the bookstore
3. cooking for my family and friends
4. learning something new
5. sitting by the pool with a book.
6. my dog

5 countries you've been to:
1. England
2. Germany
3. France
4. Czech Republic
5. Scotland

4 things you want to do before you die?
1. Write a novel.
2. have a few kids.
3. get my doctorate. (i know, i know--i'm a professional student).
4. live in a European country for a while.

3 people you can tell anything to:
1. Whitley
2. Erin
3. Liz

2 Favorite colors:
1. green
2. red
(but not together, obviously)

1 Thing you regret:
I'm not big on regret. what's the point?

Ahem.

I need my lip balm today.


Well, I had to blog about SOMETHING. (there is only one person who will understand (and laugh at) this post. odds are, you are not that person. we will return to the regularly scheduled program tomorrow. perhaps (grin).)

What I saw today..

a pregnant woman in the mall parking lot, wearing a shirt that said "Contraception Malfunction."

(The) Maker's Mark

I've never been one of those people who tries to make others believe what i believe. or even think the way i think. If they do, that's great, but I'll never shove my religion or political beliefs or even my choice for favorite cereal down someone else's throat. I'll talk about and debate those things, of course, but only if all those involved respect each other's beliefs--or lack thereof. Part of it is because I think what works for me doesn't necessarily work for others, and maybe a bigger part is that I'm just not that kind of person. Someone (a heathen of a boy, and a dear friend)once told me that I'm the only kind of Christian they can tolerate--I try to live a life of faith, to show others by my behavior that I believe something greater than me loves me more than I can imagine-enough to forgive my deepest sin, enough to die for me when I didn't deserve it. A life touched by--no --more than just touched by--a life filled up with grace and love.

Like i said, I don't talk about it much--I grew up in a school where witnessing to your pagan neighbors was enough to earn major extra credit points if you were willing to get up in chapel and talk about it. People who choose to stand on a street corner in New Orleans tell the revelers that they can escape hell with a three-line prayer make me shake my head in disbelief. Stop just talking about it, and lead by example instead.

Most of this was preface to what I'm trying to say--I was at a party last saturday night, just sitting around talking with some people from school, and someone asked me where I went to church. I made the move over to the Episcopalians a few years ago, not because I was disgruntled with the Methodists or anything like that, but because I just wasn't finding what I was looking for anymore. One of the girls was interested in why I'd made the switch, and talked a little about how she hadn't found a place to belong in a long time. Before I knew it, I had invited her along with me anytime she wanted and promised I'd be there to sit with her (a big deal when you don't know anyone, at least for us shy types).

I left a little while later, and realized while i was driving home that I'd TOTALLY get an extra-credit point for that. But when the Episcopalians are the ones giving them out, it would probably come in the form of a bottle of bourbon.

hmmm, hmmm

The job at Sewanee is still open.

Things that make me really happy, Volume 2

This post by Mary Hasta at the Order of Sait Ignora.

Things that make me really happy (despite being in the middle of exam week), Volume 1:

Coldplay's "Kingdom Come." Kelly has been trying to convince me of the brilliance of this band for about 18 months, and I didn't really understand it until I heard this song.

Steal my heart
And hold my tongue
I feel my time
my time has come.
Let me in
Unlock the door
I never felt this way before.

The wheels just keep on turning
The drummer begins to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know which way I've come.

Hold my hand
And inside your hands
I need someone
Who understands
I need someone
Someone who heals
For you I've waited all these years

For you I'd wait
till kingdom come
Until my day
my day is done
and say you'll come
and set me free
Just say you'll wait
you'll wait for me.

In your tears
And in your blood
In your fire
And in your flood
I hear you laugh
I heard you sing
I wouldn't change a single thing

The wheels just keep on turning
The drummers begin to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know what I'll become

For you I'd wait
till kingdom come
until my days
my days are done.
say you'll come
and set me free
just say you'll wait
you'll wait for me.

just say you'll wait
you'll wait for me.


I'm not sure if Chris Martin wrote this song for God or Gywneth, but it doesn't really matter to me. I feel like I spend most of my life waiting for something to begin--this song helps me remember that some things are worth waiting for.

things i'm weary of encountering everywhere i turn:

1. coffee shops that won't run a tab, even though i'm planning to be there for several hours and buy lots of coffee. Bars can work this out, why can't y'all?
2. Natasha Bedingfield singing "Unwritten" everytime I turn on the stereo. I'm sooo sick of this song.
3. Same thing for Daniel Powder and "Bad Day". We get it. they had bad days, but found each other in the end, and that made everything hunky-dory. spare me.
4. exams.
5. professors who will not answer my emails.
6. the banging that has been going on for a week now on my roof.
7. these freaky little flies that come out of nowhere in my kitchen. its very clean in there, so I can't figure out whats attracting them.
8. my family having celebrations without me.
9. conflicting schedules for summer classes.

negative, ghost-rider.

It is difficult for me to watch other people make fools of themselves. This is why I always fast forward through the scene in Dirty Dancing where Johnny teaches Baby how to dance, and why I can't watch the American Idol try-outs. I get embarassed for these people, often to the point of blushing because they are SO BAD. This brings us to the true content of this blog entry:



"Somewhere in a galaxy far, far away, Lord Xenu is laughing his ass off."

(via Cyn-C)