This is completely made up of song lyrics. See if you can identify each song...
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair
Sew on patches to all you tear
But seldom do these words ring true
when I am constantly failing you
You are, you are...confusion that never stops
The closing walls and the ticking clocks
You are red in a sea of black and white
You are a fire, You are dynamite
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away, Oh, I believe in yesterday
I've never felt so alone, and I've...
I've never felt so alive
All the voices that are spinning around me, trying to tell me what to say
So pardon me while I burst into flames
But time is on your side, It's on your side now
My love is fifty feet tall, Take it down down down, Take it down
Where should I go? What should I do?
Staring down the stars, jealous of the moon
I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
I dropped it, I dropped it, Yes on the way I dropped it
Now put away your welcome soon, you'll find you've overstayed it
I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment's gone
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Now I'm all gone
I am trying to understand
How to walk this weary land
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Regrets
Today was graduation rehearsal for the graduation that really isn't my graduation. I don't know how I feel about this. I don't know how I feel about a lot of things.
As I sat in that crowded gymnasium and looked around the room, I realized I knew less than half of the people in that room--less than half of the people in my own graduating class. It's hard not to feel regret about not living on campus, about not being more involved in clubs, about not singing in choir, about not putting myself out there more. Each year I would tell myself that I would do more, that I would push myself more but now it's almost over. The good thing is I have one semester left to make it count.
I don't mean to sound disappointed or ungrateful. Many beautiful people have come into my life because I was able to stay home for the past four years. I got to spend great time with my family, work at a job for almost five years (which looks really good on a resume), and do young life. I don't regret staying home. I regret not trying to make more friends at Maryville College. College only comes once.
I hate feeling like an outsider at my own college. I felt like a little girl again today, like on my first day of kindergarten. I got panicky walking into that room with all of those people. I just don't even know what's wrong with me.
Moral of the story: Never feel like you're not good enough, not cool enough, not pretty enough to know people or to fit in. I let myself feel that way coming into college and it crippled me. Not anymore. I'm going to be an active participant in my life. I'm going to take advantage of opportunities to make new friends and branch out. I'm going to stop feeling trapped and lonely and scared, and I'm going to let myself live. Here's to life! I'm diving in headlong...
Will you join me?
As I sat in that crowded gymnasium and looked around the room, I realized I knew less than half of the people in that room--less than half of the people in my own graduating class. It's hard not to feel regret about not living on campus, about not being more involved in clubs, about not singing in choir, about not putting myself out there more. Each year I would tell myself that I would do more, that I would push myself more but now it's almost over. The good thing is I have one semester left to make it count.
I don't mean to sound disappointed or ungrateful. Many beautiful people have come into my life because I was able to stay home for the past four years. I got to spend great time with my family, work at a job for almost five years (which looks really good on a resume), and do young life. I don't regret staying home. I regret not trying to make more friends at Maryville College. College only comes once.
I hate feeling like an outsider at my own college. I felt like a little girl again today, like on my first day of kindergarten. I got panicky walking into that room with all of those people. I just don't even know what's wrong with me.
Moral of the story: Never feel like you're not good enough, not cool enough, not pretty enough to know people or to fit in. I let myself feel that way coming into college and it crippled me. Not anymore. I'm going to be an active participant in my life. I'm going to take advantage of opportunities to make new friends and branch out. I'm going to stop feeling trapped and lonely and scared, and I'm going to let myself live. Here's to life! I'm diving in headlong...
Will you join me?
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Reminiscent
Twenty two years ago my mama gave birth to me and was not allowed to hold me. The doctors rushed me to children's hospital with little hope of my survival. All I had was my mother's prayers.
After eleven days of prayers and tears I went home...home for the first time. And I haven't been back since.
What would we do without our mothers' prayers? What a gift we have in our mothers.
I remember going on adventures with my brother through the woods. We would play for hours, dreaming the world around us into being. Sticks were weapons, utensils, batons. Trees were houses, forts, towers. The rustling of the leaves was a monster, a great storm, a breeze in a magical land. Our feet carried us to many distant lands. Explorers we were. Explorers we still are.
What a gift we have in our brothers.
I remember staring as my sister so carefully put on her make-up in front of the mirror. I thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Nothing made me happier than for her to drive me places and let me enjoy life with her. We would watch movies, eat lots of food, listen to music, make up funny words, and giggle. Always giggle. I was never more myself than when I was with her. The same is true today.
What a gift we have in our sisters.
Nothing is more contagious than my daddy's laugh. It cleans cobwebs out of corners and brightens rooms by 100 vaults. I remember him picking me up and carrying me with him until I got too big. I wanted so badly to be a big girl and be independent, but I loved being carried by my daddy.
What a gift we have in our fathers.
After eleven days of prayers and tears I went home...home for the first time. And I haven't been back since.
What would we do without our mothers' prayers? What a gift we have in our mothers.
I remember going on adventures with my brother through the woods. We would play for hours, dreaming the world around us into being. Sticks were weapons, utensils, batons. Trees were houses, forts, towers. The rustling of the leaves was a monster, a great storm, a breeze in a magical land. Our feet carried us to many distant lands. Explorers we were. Explorers we still are.
What a gift we have in our brothers.
I remember staring as my sister so carefully put on her make-up in front of the mirror. I thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Nothing made me happier than for her to drive me places and let me enjoy life with her. We would watch movies, eat lots of food, listen to music, make up funny words, and giggle. Always giggle. I was never more myself than when I was with her. The same is true today.
What a gift we have in our sisters.
Nothing is more contagious than my daddy's laugh. It cleans cobwebs out of corners and brightens rooms by 100 vaults. I remember him picking me up and carrying me with him until I got too big. I wanted so badly to be a big girl and be independent, but I loved being carried by my daddy.
What a gift we have in our fathers.
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