tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59900432011-06-05T07:02:51.088-04:00Curly ThoughtsThere's a song that's inside of my soul;
It's the one that I've tried to write over, and over again
- Switchfoot <em> Only Hope</em>
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.comBlogger2831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1120404734445250212005-07-03T11:30:00.000-04:002005-07-03T11:32:14.450-04:00I haven't posted in a really long time and this is going to be my last post. this blog is full of many memories and alot of heartache and right now i want to close that all away deep within me. my grand mother died this morning and i want that pain to go away, along with all of the other pain i've typed out. so be done. don't come here anymore because there is nothing left here for you, or me'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1110339753766216142005-03-08T22:40:00.000-05:002005-03-08T22:42:33.766-05:00I'm going to Charleston. More than that, I'm letting myself get excited about going to Charleston. Not everyone is thrilled by this decision, but I knew that would happen when I made it.'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1108961750471600452005-02-20T23:54:00.000-05:002005-02-20T23:55:50.473-05:00Charleston offered me $48,000 over the next four years, making my already made up mind pause to think. So much for an easy choice.'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1108515661997636122005-02-13T23:56:00.000-05:002005-02-15T20:01:01.996-05:00An addendumAn addendum to my last post:it's amazing what talking to the right person can do to make me feel better. You pushed back the clouds for at least a little bit tonight and for that I'm ever so grateful.'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1108351661335989492005-02-13T22:26:00.000-05:002005-02-13T22:27:41.336-05:00It’s a lonely night—a night for driving along dark, winding deserted roads listening to the hauntingly soothing notes of a very gifted Celtic singer. It’s a night to drive home through the dark shedding tears for so many things, things you didn’t know you still carried inside of you. It’s a night for sitting in the car with the world washing over you and remembering those you lost and wishing 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1107902649543388762005-02-08T17:43:00.000-05:002005-02-08T17:44:09.543-05:008 months is a long long time.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1107813644529457042005-02-07T16:55:00.000-05:002005-02-07T17:00:44.533-05:00What did I do todayWhat did I do today? I played outside. I swung on the swings. I walked in circles. I danced. I spun around so long I fell on the ground and stared up at the sky spinning with me. I blasted my music on the way home and sang along with it, happy comforting music. And I gushed. I allowed myself to relax and play and think about what is making me happy, and what I want to do about it. I don't want to'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1105663416181093932005-01-13T19:42:00.000-05:002005-01-13T19:43:36.183-05:00quote of the day (well yesterday):
"i may have more pride than a rainbow, but that doesn't make me a lesbian"- Sam
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1105303748684643852005-01-09T15:48:00.000-05:002005-01-09T15:49:08.683-05:00And suddenly everything became much more interesting
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1104203810858757822004-12-27T19:53:00.000-05:002004-12-27T22:16:50.856-05:00I haven't really taken the time to write here in a while which is sad because it means I haven't really taken the time to think closely about what's been going on in my head and my life.
I'm confused as to where I'm headed. I can't even decide what I want to do with my summer much less the next four years. How am I supposed to make just decision when I've only heard back from Charleston. To make 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1103253764904016012004-12-16T22:09:00.000-05:002004-12-16T22:22:44.906-05:00i listened to the little mermaid soundtrack while babysitting at the Jacobson's tonight and now i've got kiss the girl stuck in my head. I like it and you know it's true, so here are the lyrics
There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don’t got a lot to say
But there’s something about her
And you don’t know why
But you’re dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl
Yes, you want her
Look at'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1102993001304209482004-12-13T21:54:00.000-05:002004-12-13T21:56:41.303-05:00Writing my honors application I realized how easy it is to miss things that you have when they are right in front of your eyes. After that I discovered something else I had missed. Funny how that whole attachment thing works.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1101337628592893042004-11-24T18:00:00.000-05:002004-11-24T18:07:08.593-05:00Shifting SandsLife is in a weird place right now. Everything feels transitional, my home, my plans and my relationships. Things are definitely reshaping themselves, I just wish I knew into what. I think that I'm getting my hopes up on something that is going to come crashing down around me, because things have a tendency to do that, especially when I talk in half speak to the parties involved. I need to take 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1101180033005402062004-11-22T22:13:00.000-05:002004-11-22T22:20:33.006-05:00I went out to Kanata last night and out there my resolve to not return was broken down. I wandered around for an hour off the clock, exploring the place I spent my summer and it was just so...Right. The lake, as gross as I know it is, was gorgeous reflecting the light. Looking up the hill during the princesses' ceremony there was a path of blazon gold, of fathers and daughters standing together 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1099972049386433712004-11-08T22:44:00.000-05:002004-11-08T22:47:29.386-05:00So I'm toying with starting a new blog. Not quite sure, but lately there is more and more that gets left as drafts because I'm not sure I know my audience anymore. I'm not quite sure why I've latched onto blogging if I don't want everyone to see it. hmm...We'll see what I do.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1099873396655289932004-11-07T19:11:00.000-05:002004-11-07T19:23:16.656-05:00So after watching "rules of attraction" I can safely say, I don't want to go to college.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1099612611233240502004-11-04T18:50:00.000-05:002004-11-04T18:56:51.233-05:00The sky is crying and I am cold and drained. The sky doesn't always cry when it rains, but today the list mist seems like tears, descending from the heavens. I'm not sure why the sky is crying it just is slowly releasing. It's something bigger than this election, bigger than this crazy week that is making my mind see tears where raindrops once fell, but I don't know what it is that I am to 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1099535520907885182004-11-03T21:28:00.000-05:002004-11-03T21:32:00.906-05:00Somewhere buried in all of this mess there is purpose. Somewhere hidden in this cavern of thought and action there is a plan, even if right now I can't find it. I don't know where I'm going to be in 9 months, who I'm going to be, and this is exciting. I kind of want to be there now. Sam rediscovered some quotes from this summer and thinking back on those conversations we were in an entirely 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1098752815271137282004-10-25T20:57:00.000-04:002004-10-25T21:06:55.270-04:00The focus of both my classes tonight was creating a working sexual ethic. What I realized is that I don't have one. Its something that's never been an issue so I haven't given the whole thing much thought. And its really tempting to stay that way, to live here in the now, not creating hypothetical situations to determine exactly how I feel. I don't like examination that goes that deep that thinks'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1098314298866801532004-10-20T19:16:00.000-04:002004-10-20T19:18:18.866-04:00having not much else to do, i present you...drum roll please...my sonnet!
Breeze floats by-taking pain of yesterday.
The ultimate gift in this moment lies.
But time will cause this warmth to fade away,
This time is gone before we realize.
We grow through the exchange of time and life:
Familiar sculpture of our life erodes.
This moment lost as if ‘twas cut by knife
And thoughts gone before even 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1098147180491807042004-10-18T20:51:00.000-04:002004-10-18T20:53:00.493-04:00It's amazing how something can slowly slip from your mind--until you almost forget it ever happened--but can return in a mere instant and seem to never leave.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1097789806947187472004-10-13T22:58:00.000-04:002004-10-14T22:19:48.160-04:00Tonight made me smile—so much in fact that I do not want to go to bed. To acknowledge this day as over is something I don’t want to do just yet, I want to revel in it a little more.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1097667217639038222004-10-13T07:26:00.000-04:002004-10-13T07:33:37.640-04:00The more history I learn, the more the world fills up with stories. Just the other day, I was in my neighborhood Starbucks, waiting for the post office to open. I was enjoying a chocolatey caffe mocha when it occurred to me that to drink a mocha is to gulp down the entire history of the New World. From the Spanish Exportation of Aztec cacao, and the Dutch invention of the chemical process for 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1097629776500636162004-10-12T21:08:00.000-04:002004-10-12T21:09:36.500-04:00I'm fucking pissed off and ready to get the hell out of here.
Had to get that out of my system
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1097546113100404782004-10-11T21:44:00.000-04:002004-10-12T21:06:18.853-04:00Standing behind the Vanderbilt Mansion, looking down the sweeping field and over the fiery leaves out to the river and the mountains beyond it my breath was taken away. I sat there wishing desperately for the art to capture the moment. It is times like that I wish I could paint. I wish there was some way in two dimensions to capture the beauty, the crisp fresh wind that made my cheeks bloom with 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1097201887017449482004-10-07T22:15:00.000-04:002004-10-07T22:18:07.016-04:00Impending goodbyes are weighing me down tonight. I realize now that I am not ready to say goodbye, not ready to deal with the ramifications of that. Time seems to be running out of our hour glass at an exponential rate, stealing seconds, minutes, whole lifetimes. Now I'm just being melodramatic, but I can't help but wish there was more time.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1096889719770818982004-10-04T07:34:00.000-04:002004-10-04T07:35:19.770-04:00Fortune cookie advice: you find beauty in ordinary things; do not lose this ability.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1096422513969204202004-09-28T21:45:00.000-04:002004-09-28T21:48:33.970-04:00I'm still riding this good mood. Not quite sure what's up with that. I'm trying to fix things, but it looks like it'll be slow going. We shall see.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1096336552787770422004-09-27T21:41:00.000-04:002004-09-27T21:55:52.786-04:00There's something about a good CD- it can totally change your emotions. This afternoon I was tired and hot and still pissed at everything ad running late. I was about to just give up and not go to class, not move off the floor of my room where I was sitting. But I got up and trudged through a shower and began getting ready for class. While I was changing I put on my brand new CD, Sara Evan's 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1096254644299392592004-09-26T22:53:00.000-04:002004-09-26T23:10:44.300-04:00Ok its not even Monday and already I'm feeling overwhelmed. I sort of lost a good 3 hours of essay writing time tonight. Not a good plan when the said essay is due tomorrow, along with having a trebuchet to turn in this week, 16 hours of work this weekend, being gone the weekend after that and college admissions deadlines looming. Not good at all.
however the night was too peaceful too regret. 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1096234690111820402004-09-26T15:54:00.000-04:002004-09-26T17:38:10.113-04:00Too many thoughts in a small space, too many paths I could take. I don't know where to go, or even why I want to change routes, but suddenly there might be options and this scares me more than actually going down the path. left or right or straight ahead, none of them will lead to my destruction, but simply to different places. Which is correct? Which destination do I want to go to, even if its 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1095990391529767272004-09-23T21:37:00.000-04:002004-09-23T21:46:31.530-04:00looking upAs much as I want things to change, I don't want to give up on now. We're drifting, I'm drifting, you're drifting, we all are. Somehow in everything I seem to have forgotten the key, its senior year. This is it, the last year of essentially no responsibility and free transportation. i've been spending my days locked up in my house, moping over the stagnancy of my life. I've been mourning our 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1095805064274756442004-09-21T17:32:00.000-04:002004-09-21T18:17:44.276-04:00I'm done. I want out, I want it to be over, but most of all I want a change. I don't know what exactly I want to be different, but something needs to adjust. I can't keep going like this- I'm exhausted, I'm angry, I'm just waiting for a fight. And guess what I can find one. I can find many, but instead of making me feel better they make me fell worse. And they keep piling up things keep piling up'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1095648404997104572004-09-19T22:39:00.000-04:002004-09-20T20:47:09.460-04:00I don't know what to sayI fell like something should be said about my weekend, but I don't know what. I worked a total of 13 hours yesterday which was essentially mind numbing and made me too tired to post sooner. On Friday I went to Kits for tapas and a Fahrenheit 9/11 viewing. I had a strong and unexpected reaction to the movie which took me by surprise and was forceful enough for me to leave. It left me surprised (as'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1095123086222034772004-09-13T20:48:00.000-04:002004-09-13T20:51:26.223-04:00What the fuck is so hard about my name? Why does it seem to be forgotten or remembered wrong? This is bothering me because it happens a lot. I don't find it difficult, granted its not spelled phonetically, but still you should be able to remember it. Enough said.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1095041786873162362004-09-12T22:05:00.000-04:002004-09-12T22:32:58.803-04:00ShadowsToday was a good day. There were so many fun parts to it. There was the hour and a half long lunch with Erica and Elie, during which we got "drunk". Then there was the lake, which was awesome. We rented a paddle boat for an hour. Erica and I were really giddy and I pushed her in. Then Chris jumped in. Then after they both got out and right before we got back to the dock Erica pushed me in. Hannah'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1094781257472126322004-09-09T21:51:00.000-04:002004-09-09T21:54:17.473-04:00Cramming memoriesI'm trying to design a personal page for the yearbook and its hard. How does one go about fitting four years of amazing memories and friendships onto one page? There are so many moments i want there, so many things to say, how do i decide which can go on the page?
Its frustrating to undertake a project, especially one i care about, knowing that it will never be perfect, never even be close to 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1094697418950976182004-09-08T22:37:00.000-04:002004-09-08T22:36:58.950-04:00Loss of ContextWhat is it about a dismal night that makes me thoughtful;? Large storms energize me, clear nights bore me, but dismal misty nights start me thinking, especially when they are mixed with a great CD like Give UP by The Postal Service. I've listened to the CD 3 or 4 times tonight but the lyrics have yet to process. Instead I'm caught up in the swells of the synthesizer and slowly my mind has 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1094692198650033032004-09-08T20:38:00.000-04:002004-09-08T21:09:58.650-04:00Thinking of Disparities I had to run to the store for some stuff late this evening. Its been raining all day and the air is hot and oppressive. Driving out of the neighborhood in the Highlander listening to the swells of this place is a prison by the postal service it seemed as if the dark was enveloping me, drawing me inward almost hypnotically. I was alone on a dark road and instead of feeling entirely alone and free 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1094441069226564282004-09-05T23:16:00.000-04:002004-09-08T22:42:31.380-04:00The only thing worth writing about now is something I can't write about. I hate it when that happens, vaugities do nothing except raise questions within my brain and within the people that read it. I don't think I'll try to write around this one, instead I'll just ignore it and go with the flow and pray that I don't regret what ever it is I do. There is no win situation this time and that pisses 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1094397714045599282004-09-05T11:17:00.000-04:002004-09-05T11:21:54.046-04:00I haven't written here much of late, mainly because I've begun to avoid my home. I do not know why I'm avoiding it, only that I am. I have been out nearly every night for the past week and a half and my mom has finally become irritated enough to require me home for dinner. This now is tethering me to the house and driving me crazy, in the past 12 hours two people have tried to get me to commit to'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1094003705536791622004-08-31T21:35:00.000-04:002004-08-31T21:55:05.536-04:00Time passesWarning...This is not a happy entry
time passes, we get older, we grow up, we forget. Sunday was a part of this. Sunday we unveiled Zayde's tombstone. There in granite is a marker for the spot where he will forever lie. Eliezer ben Shmuel ha'cohen. Eliezer, son of Samuel the cohen is gone. His body is buried under 6 feet of dirt and I know where that is. Yet he's not there, I could feel it while'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1093402418291072332004-08-24T22:34:00.000-04:002004-08-24T22:53:38.290-04:00PicturesPictures are amazing things. I just found two rolls of film from last spring. One is from the infamous beach trip and a random lunch at school and the other is of our last day of junior year. Most of them are poorly shot, blurry images taken either too close or too far from the subject yet they fill me with tons of other memories. The random day at lunch was one of shoe thefts and picture 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1093218504148208722004-08-22T19:39:00.000-04:002004-08-22T19:48:24.146-04:00Perpetual YesterdayI don't know why, but, I started rereading my blog tonight. It's something I do when I'm trying to avoid what's in front of me, when I don't want to deal with myself. One thing that I found was a quip from what seems so very long ago but really wasn't.
"Hell, I don't even know why I'm so bothered today...It certainly isn't as if anything has changed, good or bad. Instead things stay the same. I 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1093212449508123672004-08-22T17:42:00.000-04:002004-08-22T18:07:29.506-04:00Sick of itThings I'm sick of:
I'm sick of homework
I'm sick of school
I'm sick of little sisters bitching
I'm sick of getting up early and going to bed late
I'm sick of being inside
I'm sick of doing favors for people
I'm sick of people expecting me to to them
I'm sick of everyone assuming I have more time than I do
I'm sick of people challenging how I spend my time or asking me about my future
I'm sick of'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1093062451652981562004-08-21T00:21:00.000-04:002004-08-21T00:27:31.653-04:00Tonight was goodTonight (or maybe last night now?) was a good night. It started as a good afternoon of first Friday, swings, me falling on my ass and ice cream. Then it turned into a good evening of armadillo, me going to the wrong theatre with Chris, Claire and me trying on awful eighties dresses and seeing the Manchurian Candidate. When I told my parents about my evening my dad looks at me and asks me casually'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1092711271845569382004-08-16T22:44:00.000-04:002004-08-16T22:54:32.283-04:00SomethingI haven't written in four days, nor can I think of anything that I want to write, yet I feel compelled to write something. We are six days into the year and it seems longer, oh so much longer. There is no way I've only sat through four statistics classes this year, four psychology classes. Its crazy how two classes that deal with such similar material and data presentation interest me at a highly'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1092364308531022552004-08-12T22:01:00.000-04:002004-08-12T22:31:48.530-04:00MessagesSomehow things seem slightly less bleak tonight. I've blown off most of my homework and instead curled up in bed with a book for awhile and then played around o my computer. While reading I came across a passage that struck me as relevant.
"One of the things she had learned early in life was that if you discovered something that made you tighten inside, you had better try to learn more about it.'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1092278085869304412004-08-11T22:26:00.000-04:002004-08-11T22:34:45.870-04:00I'm in a weird place right now. It's been a long time since I've felt this disjointed and pathetic. The worst part is that I'm not even quite sure why. Well, to be honest I know why, I just don't know why it's bothering me so much right now. Instead of being excited by this year I'm sitting here looking to the end, when I can go back to my shelter of camp and forget about high school, this time 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1092088645102782872004-08-09T17:52:00.000-04:002004-08-09T17:57:25.103-04:00FrazzledSo today I went back to school, for about 2 and a half hours. Rather than being exciting and fun all it did was leave me feeling exhausted and frazzled. Going back stresses me out far more than I want to admit. While I'm excited about my senior year starting I am not excited about homework assignments, college applications, scholarship essays or getting up every morning. This is my last year and 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1091935230272584502004-08-07T22:39:00.000-04:002004-08-07T23:20:30.273-04:00Closing prayerEvery night at camp we do a devotion. Its a time for the cabin to come together, wind down and think before going to bed. Devotions are opened and closed in prayer. My summer is officially ending and it seems fitting that I take a moment to have a personal devotion. I already have picked out my lesson for the night, it comes from the front page of the Kanata Staff yearbook.
"To laugh often and 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1091848136948348322004-08-06T22:52:00.000-04:002004-08-06T23:08:56.946-04:00Where do I begin. During this summer I have posted 3 times. Yet this summer has been a summer of wonderful experiences and things I would have loved to write about. While I was at camp I felt caught between two worlds, the camp world and the real world. Separated from the real world I only caught snippets of what was going on and minor (well, not minor, but not huge) things leapt in prominence, 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1091847163776664242004-08-06T22:50:00.000-04:002004-08-06T22:52:43.776-04:00RebirthMy blog...It seems to have died.
But now shall be resurrected from its ashes to shine triumphantly in glory.
...Well maybe that's a bit much but I will try to bring it back. Be patient I've not written anything decent in a very long time and need to get back in the swing of things.
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1089520695799865812004-07-11T00:28:00.000-04:002004-07-11T00:38:15.800-04:00RealignmentThe world keeps turning, even when you sleep. My fears are slowly coming true. The world is changing. More specifically my world is changing, and for the most part, without me. Every year there seems to be a realignment and I never noticed. It normally happens in December, but its coming early, I can feel it. This feeling scares me and makes me sick to my stomach. I had an awesome night, 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1088341849510265952004-06-26T21:10:00.000-04:002004-06-27T11:05:56.956-04:00PathsI haven’t written anything of merit in nearly a month and I fear that I will not be able to do so tonight either. So much has happened in these past 3 weeks, so many stories, so many new friends, so much unchartered territory. As I sit here tonight I don’t know where to begin. My mind seems clouded and every time I try to find a place to start everything that settled out reemerges and becomes 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1086488854059910242004-06-05T22:21:00.000-04:002004-06-05T22:27:34.060-04:00not really neglectwhile it is true that I haven't written in a week, it's not just laziness, i have an excuse, I was out of town. Unfortunately I lack summary ability so if you want the details you will have to talk to me at some point. Also, I'm leaving again tomorrow. Hopefully I will be better about writing stuff down and typing it when I get home, but don't expect any posts in the next 3 weeks. However, I 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1085716267647664622004-05-27T23:50:00.000-04:002004-05-27T23:51:07.646-04:00CyclesReading my blog, looking back over this past week I’ve come to realize that my emotions are like a roller coaster, all over the place, up and down. It all a part of one big cycle. There are nights when I feel a part of a unit, just a piece of the whole. Then there are the nights when I feel contently isolated., But the nights I hate the most are nights like tonight, nights when I feel as if I'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1085713797782968502004-05-27T22:59:00.000-04:002004-05-27T23:09:57.783-04:00It's OverIt's over, the year has finally come to a close. Of course this didn't occur to me until we were standing in Erica's dark driveway saying goodbye. I am standing there, trying desperately to make plans to see everyone in my few days home for the next few weeks and trying desperately to disguise my tears. I'm really going away. Not for too long but, still, long enough. Long enough to miss all 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1085531477739161322004-05-25T20:31:00.000-04:002004-05-25T20:42:39.546-04:00Found itSo in case you were wondering how to get motivated to clean your room, lose your credit card. It certainly is a big motivator to pull out that shovel and find the floor again. I have just spent the past 5 hours cleaning and looking and now you can see my floor as well as the card. And the best advice in the world is officially "I will leave you with parting words of wisdom (and you must know 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1085441171370733622004-05-24T19:22:00.000-04:002004-05-24T19:26:11.370-04:00OppressionThis weather is oppressive. It comes in and bears down, making me sluggish and temperamental. There is nothing that can be done in 92 degree weather except whine and burn. So instead I am relegated to this house, to this room. I look out the window and it looks beautiful-sunny and still lush- but the second you step through the door it hits you, draining everything from your body. How can we'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1085279748352837992004-05-22T22:25:00.000-04:002004-05-22T22:35:48.353-04:00StormThe storm is coming in. I can feel it. I went outside to get my work bag so that I could begin report cards and was surprised to realize how close it was. Before I even stepped of the porch I could hear the soft rumble of thunder and see the sky come alive with bolts of electricity. Once enveloped in the darkness I could hear the wind and feel it across my skin. Combined with the electricity'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1085278272121899022004-05-22T21:56:00.000-04:002004-05-22T22:11:12.120-04:00Winding RoadIf you think of life as a winding trail I seem to have just gone around a bend. I can't tell if I'm just a little ahead of everyone or a little behind. It's like driving on a winding road at night, there are lights in front of you and behind you, leading you forward into the darkness and revealing where you've been. But every so often the road curves and for just a moment you lose sight of 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1085177213333019192004-05-21T17:59:00.000-04:002004-05-21T18:06:53.333-04:00I'm readyI'm in a new place, with the same face
And nothing is familiar to me,
But theres a storm rush, then the wind starts
And its bringing out the woman in me
I know that you're out there somewhere
Waiting on a deeper connection
Now I'm lookin to my left, searching on my right
'Cause we could be the greatest adventure, I'm
Ready
Come and find me, I'm not gonna hide
I got the sun on my side, it's
'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1085094629011970302004-05-20T18:59:00.000-04:002004-05-20T22:37:38.030-04:00Yearbooks arrived!!!! They are beautiful and done, and I'm in it. All of this makes me happy, but what makes me happiest are the things people have written. While I have been sad when looking back at last year's yearbook, I also have been forced to admit a few things to myself. I have moved on, I am a different person and the new relationships in my life reflect that. I am no longer serious 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1084933614672448062004-05-18T20:08:00.000-04:002004-05-18T22:28:09.730-04:00I've been on a yearbook kick all week, waiting for my new one to arrive and more importantly, to read what people write in it. Why do we do it to ourselves year after year? Why do we record our feelings for one another on its pages, just to look back later and see that things aren't the same. I pulled out my yearbook from last year to look through it. The cover is scarred from Rini bashing 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1084844664476912622004-05-17T21:35:00.000-04:002004-05-17T21:44:24.476-04:00Why is it that taking a step into unknown territory is so hard? It seems to get harder as I get older, each day we become more cautious, or at least I do. When I was little I would refuse to test the water at the pool because I knew that I would chicken out at the last moment because it would be colder than what I was comfortable with. Instead, I would get in line for the diving board and dive'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1084760466399990472004-05-16T22:11:00.000-04:002004-05-16T22:21:06.400-04:00Sometimes there is such a thing as being too assertive...
Just for the record its not a good idea to ever, ever sit down at a table you are waiting on, find out the girls you are talking to are at least four years younger than you, and then give your number to one of them while informing them that you are off the next day. Under no circumstances is that acceptable. Don't get me wrong, I don't 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1084672929120848202004-05-15T22:01:00.000-04:002004-05-15T22:02:09.120-04:00Go into your 25th post.
Copy the 5th line.
Paste it here along with the directions.
It has been a long time since I have been so wrapped up in a moment of rest, and I didn't realize how I missed it so much.'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1084595732790136412004-05-15T00:15:00.000-04:002004-05-15T00:35:32.790-04:00I can't sleep. I tried and all I accomplished was a lot of tossing and turning. I'm all churned up from the dance and can't seem to detox. So instead I figured I would babble here.
I was reading this romance novel Face the Fire for purely entertainment because I've simply been too tired to read something that would make me think, but guess what it did. Well, actually one quote did.
"Some 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1084592086740247322004-05-14T23:15:00.000-04:002004-05-14T23:34:46.740-04:00So tonight was awesome. For once I did not feel like an outsider at a school function. Apathy has a lot to do with it. Since there are only two weeks left I don't feel the need to fight so hard to fit into my little spot. Instead I was able to let loose and dance, albeit poorly. My life is changing. For once I can feel it. In a way its kind of like special relativity, even though I'm 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1084503266355912022004-05-13T22:48:00.001-04:002004-05-13T22:54:26.356-04:00I'm out of things to say. Ideas of what to write seem to have left me and I am filled with a sense of loss. I used to be creative, I used to be a free(ish) thinker. I used to be able to compose entire entries in my mind. I can no longer do that, I don't know what to expect when I sit down at the keyboard anymore. My fingers do the typing almost before my mind knows what it is thinking. It's'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1084503263287697242004-05-13T22:48:00.000-04:002004-05-13T22:54:23.286-04:00I'm out of things to say. Ideas of what to write seem to have left me and I am filled with a sense of loss. I used to be creative, I used to be a free(ish) thinker. I used to be able to compose entire entries in my mind. I can no longer do that, I don't know what to expect when I sit down at the keyboard anymore. My fingers do the typing almost before my mind knows what it is thinking. It's'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1084321617147599952004-05-11T20:24:00.000-04:002004-05-11T20:26:57.146-04:00I'm so tired but AP exams are done. I can now relax and have fun. It's a relatively new feeling, this having fun thing. Conversations are so much more interesting and enjoyable now that I'm relaxed and open to silliness and games. Thats enough for now, too chill to keep going with this thought.'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1084240672035097142004-05-10T21:46:00.000-04:002004-05-10T21:57:52.036-04:00I have written approximately 30,000 words to date in this blog. I'm telling the truth, blogger claims that I've written 29,700 and some words. In all of that blabber have I once said something profound or useful to anyone out there but my self? I can't believe I have written that much. The number is staggering. 30,000...Wow. Anyway the blog got a face lift. My life is jealous. It seems as'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1083894161828433992004-05-06T21:42:00.000-04:002004-05-06T21:47:08.746-04:00Do you ever feel as if life is slipping by? Right now I feel as if I'm flying. It used to be a good feeling, to be free and unfettered, but now it just feels pathetic. Instead of feeling wonderfully content and spontaneous, because I never have plans, I feel lost and alone. It has gotten to the point where my errands are the highlight of my week. When did this happen when did I fall off of 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1083723902015848902004-05-04T22:25:00.000-04:002004-05-04T22:29:26.496-04:00Where have the days gone? I've been counting down days until summer for a while now and forgot one tiny detail. Well, its not tiny at all, it is humongus. In less than 4 weeks classes will be over and in 3 weeks work will be finished. Yay right? Well the think I forgot in all of my looking to the future was all of my casual friendships. People I'm not close enough to pick up the phone and 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1083289266830685522004-04-29T21:41:00.000-04:002004-04-29T21:45:24.153-04:00So I accomplished a lot of studying tonight....Not
Between watching the One Tree Hill I taped (gotta get those guys!) and 2 trips to Armadillo Grill, Fletcher Park, and Starbucks with Sam and Diana did you really expect otherwise? 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1083117676518810812004-04-27T22:01:00.000-04:002004-04-27T22:05:31.686-04:00I did it. I finished the essay for the contest and am proud of it. It needs to be edited tomorrow and then can be mailed away. Wow. It feels good to get it on paper, to get it all down. I feel clean and honest. Emotion did seep through and I think it made it stronger, made it more real. It has been a long long time since I've allowed myself to just write. Everything seems to have become 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1083030065997495552004-04-26T21:41:00.000-04:002004-04-26T21:45:19.216-04:00I'm so tired and so stressed yet I seem to endlessly waste time. Why is it that amongst all of things on my to do list I still find time to waste in front of the computer or TV? I don't know but its getting ridiculous. What is even sadder is that I've seemed to have disappeared. Friday night was awesome, but did I post about it? Did I write about my time at UNC? No. I forget what I do each 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1082592468566332232004-04-21T20:07:00.000-04:002004-04-21T20:11:55.310-04:00So what's the deal with beeping? Why do random guys feel compelled to beep their horns as they drive by? Sorry, sorry but its bugging me. It doesn't piss me off so much as catch me off balance. Realistically, what's the point of it? At least heckling might have some possible outcome, but beeping as you go speeding by at 30 mph? What's with that? I'm going to stop now because this isn't 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1082507270855415692004-04-20T20:27:00.000-04:002004-04-20T20:31:55.936-04:00Shopping is really good therapy when you are stressed, especially when kohls is having massive sales and your mommy gives you her charge card and an $80 limit to find some spring stuff. I got: 2 new skirts, 5 tank tops, a halter top and one pair of tinkerbell pajama pants. I really don't want to lose this post shopping high by doing homework but can't afford to skip another night. Why can't 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1082426782901419732004-04-19T22:06:00.000-04:002004-04-19T22:10:27.046-04:00"I'm old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I feel it in my bones. I feel stretched, like butter spread over too much bread. I need a holiday, a very long holiday, and I don't expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to."
-Bilbo Baggins
Why is it that blogs are neglected when life is good and overly typed in when life isn't so good? Is my blog my rainy weather friend? Only when I'm stressed do I'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1082327697672360232004-04-18T18:34:00.000-04:002004-04-18T18:38:59.826-04:00"Do you think life goes on forever? That behind every chance comes another one and another one and another? It's the worst kind of extravagance, the way you spend your chances."
What an amazing movie with Sandra Bullock, Harry Connick Jr. and Gena Rowlands as headliners. I finally saw it for the first time all the way through. Its about a woman whose husband leaves her and her daughter, 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1082247300838354522004-04-17T20:15:00.000-04:002004-04-17T20:19:02.013-04:00My belief in my religion has been reaffirmed by a website, aren't you excited? I came out 100% reform jew and 96% orthodox jew. 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1082166809992228282004-04-16T21:53:00.000-04:002004-04-16T21:57:29.280-04:00I am currently so insanely pissed off that I do not know what to do. Why does doing a nice thing always seem to become some big stressful ordeal?'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081995191291131312004-04-14T22:13:00.000-04:002004-04-14T22:17:08.420-04:00So Blogger tries to match up advertisements to your blog that seem fitting. On the top of Kit's blog today was this link. It amuses me greatly.'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081957206625134742004-04-14T11:40:00.000-04:002004-04-14T11:44:02.780-04:00The rain is seeping in making me sleepy and unproductive...'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081804831136355062004-04-12T17:20:00.000-04:002004-04-12T17:25:38.700-04:00This song amuses me greatly (maybe its because I'm a good little girl)
She's a momma's baby
She's her daddy's pride and joy
They've kept her under eyes
She aint been hangin out with any ugly actin boy
Hardly ever been kissed
Twenty years of inocence
And just what I'm lookin for
I wanna be the man who's a
Holdin her hand when she can't hold it back nomore
Good little girls make some 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081771786002225592004-04-12T08:09:00.000-04:002004-04-12T08:13:39.653-04:00How can break fly by so fast? There was so much I wanted to accomplish, but never got to. Sleep was one of those things... I also packed more in than I can ever remember doing before. In the past 10 days I: went to YLA, helped prepare a Seder, went to my first Seder at someone else's house, first overnight at the beach with friends, got sunburned, played Frisbee and volley ball, jumped in to 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081736609302374482004-04-11T22:23:00.000-04:002004-04-11T22:27:22.186-04:00Good bye beloved break...I will miss you, but look back and smile with fond memories of interesting incidents...'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081736539423864492004-04-11T22:22:00.000-04:002004-04-11T22:26:12.326-04:00Thought I'd join the club and share some googlisms with y'all:
elena is a very special 'package'
elena is reverent
elena is busy
elena is cool
elena is seventeen years old
elena is in mourning for her brother federigo d'austria who has been executed as a traitor
elena is without a doubt the best thing i have ever done in my life
elena is a werewolf who has left her pack
elena is a composite drawn'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081566325580733602004-04-09T23:05:00.000-04:002004-04-09T23:09:16.013-04:00Standing in Barnes and Noble I remembered why I have never had an established journal. I have commitment issues. I can't find something good enough for me to want to keep onto for a long long time. Those that I would want to hold onto are too expensive and not nearly resilient enough for a life with me. So instead I write in transient little notebooks that I then lose. In a lot of ways my 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081480930519467912004-04-08T23:22:00.000-04:002004-04-08T23:25:59.373-04:00And the binging continues...
"I remembered something my father'd once said, that anything too stupid to be spoken is sung"
-Fell M.E. Kerr
I reread over my blog and realized a lot. I lie frequently, well in reality lying isn't the right word, I downplay the validity of what I feel. I either mask it with song lyrics or a quote or post a something a few hours later along the lines of "late 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081478894828631432004-04-08T22:48:00.000-04:002004-04-08T22:52:03.310-04:00I'm blog binging tonight...
Time is a cruel thief to rob us of our former selves. We lose as much to life as we do to death.
-Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey, 'A Woman of Independent Means'
Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.
-Jim Bishop
My goal for tomorrow: Find the perfect book. I don't want a book with words on the pages, but pages and pages of nothingness. I have never owned something 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081476817613864222004-04-08T22:13:00.000-04:002004-04-08T22:17:26.513-04:00So I got an email from Hawaii Pacific University...Sunshine, Beaches, Rainbows and Waterfalls, sounds perfect, but wait...would I really be willing to sit in class all day everyday? I think not! So much for that plan.'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081476466456764582004-04-08T22:07:00.000-04:002004-04-08T22:11:35.436-04:00The Swan, a new television show, has shown just how low society has sunk. Every week the producers of the show take average looking women and do massive surgery and life restructuring to turn them into possible beauty queens. A woman who was maybe a little over average weight was given liposuction in 5 different areas, had her face restructured in plastic surgery, given false veneers over her 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081390299481053432004-04-07T22:11:00.000-04:002004-04-07T22:15:27.043-04:00So the beach was absolutely awesome. Spring break is flying by so fast tomorrow is already thursday. Because it feels like summer and I love the song(yes Diana and Sam have corrupted me):
Well, I'm a'gonna raise a fuss,
An' I'm a'gonna raise a holler
I've been working all summer
Just to try and earn a dollar
Well I went to the boss
Said I had a date
The boss said "No dice, son, you gotta work 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1081121892259444142004-04-04T19:38:00.000-04:002004-04-04T19:41:55.373-04:00I'm home, I'm exhausted and I'm in a bad mood. I had an awesome weekend. It was just as cool, but in a different way, as the Charleston trip. Most of the people I met were pretty sketchy but it was still awesome. The bad mood is induced by a lot of things: The first thing said to me as I walk through the door after getting a grand total of 10 hours of sleep is "Elena I need you to mow the 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1080911045753768922004-04-02T08:04:00.000-05:002004-04-02T08:07:45.763-05:00I'm really gone this time...I'll return on Sunday. If you can't live without my wit and charm for 3 days call me on my cell and I might take time out of my schedule to talk. Have a good weekend y'all.'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990043.post-1080877462719667862004-04-01T22:44:00.000-05:002004-04-01T22:48:01.640-05:00So RUACH turned into a one on one learning session with me and Rabbi Herman, but it was still pretty cool. He talked about why during Passover we read this whole long discussion between Rabbis on whether or not we should read the third paragraph of the shema, the most important daily prayer, at night. The paragraph talks of remembering the exodus from Egypt. He asked me what Egypt represented 'Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15722741913732547569noreply@blogger.com0