Six passages

"The stone the builders rejected has become the capstone. Everyone who falls on that stone will be broken, but he on whom it falls will be crushed. And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions. Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days. I will show wonders in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and billows of smoke. The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the LORD. And everyone who calls on the name of the LORD will be saved; for on Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there will be deliverance, as the LORD has said, among the survivors when the LORD calls. Therefore my people will go into exile for lack of understanding; their men of rank will die of hunger and their masses will be parched with thirst. Then my anger will cease and my wrath against them will subside, and I will be avenged. And when I have spent my wrath upon them, they will know that I the LORD have spoken in my zeal. Then you shall know the truth and the truth will set you free. I am the Alpha and the Omega..."

If I admit to heresy will you call this treachery?

1. I'm scared of going down ladders.
2. I hate icthuses on the backs of cars.
3. I'm phobic of bandaids.
4. I dislike sitting behind the driver in a vehicle.
5. I go barefoot as much as possible wherever possible.
6. I scar easily but I rarely bruise.
7. Sometimes I just want a hand to hold.

...but I like breathing...

Myself is exactly what I am

We went canoeing. It was fun. It was really really pretty. I slept outside on a rock. That was interesting. I had to wake up to roll over.
In other news, my Aunt Joanne had her baby yesterday. It is a girl and her name is Megan Lauren Mann. I haven't seen her yet.

The countdown continues...

Falling apart to half time

I have been reminded once again why I hate Fridays but on the other hand I am reminded how much I love camp, and the people one meets there.
On an entirely different note, I have decided to tell you all my views on dating, because I've been thinking about that a lot lately for some reason... and because I can.
First of all, the guy should do the initiating. Girls can ask guys out for coffee and walks and whatnot, but if there is any romance involved, the guy has to make the first move. Second, dating (or courting) should be done only with the possibility of marriage involved, not just for fun. The general point is to see if this is a person that you want to spend the rest of your life with, that you would perhaps marry one day. Otherwise the whole thing is rather pointless. Thirdly, for me at least, I would want to be good friends with the guy before I started dating him, because then I'd know if I wanted to go any further. None of this randomly taking the number of the cute guy at the mall. That's just stupid. I want to be able to just hang out with a bunch of people, instead of one on one all the time. Sometimes that's alright though. I want to be able to do random fun things, not just the traditional dinner and a movie. That's lame. Although it might take away my loathing of Fridays. Oh, and this is very important: any guy who is interested in me (of which there are a total of zero and that is not a bad thing) has to ask my father for permission to court me. And for permission to marry me but that comes way later. I want the kind of relationship where we're friends before, during, and after our courtship. I don't want to ruin things. I want to be loved for me, for being myself, even if it is abnormal in today's culture. I want to wait for the person God has set aside for me, no matter how long it takes, although hopefully it won't take too long, because I want a family of my own. Sounds like a plan.

Slow it down

I'll rise
I'll fall
I'll fail you all
We built these cities to stand so tall
We've lost our walls
I don't want to lose it, coming down with the whole world upside-down
I don't have a soul to trust in now with the whole world upside-down
We are one, tonight
And we're singing it out
We are one, tonight
And we're dreaming out loud
And the world is flawed
But these scars will heal
We are one, tonight
Two eyes
One tongue
I've come
Undone
I'm no victim
I paid these dues
I came to lose
I don't want to fight about it now with the whole world upside-down
I don't have a soul to trust in, now with the whole world upside-down
We are one, tonight
And we're singing it out
We are one, tonight
And we're dreaming out loud
And the world is flawed
But these scars will heal
We are one, tonight
I don't want to lose a common ground with the whole world upside-down
I don't want to fight about it now and the world was burning out
Let's slow the evening down
Slow it down
Slow down
Please slow down down down
The stars are comin' out
-Switchfoot

Right angles on a kitchen floor

Right angles on a kitchen floor
Christmas lights on rainy days
All I want is something more
Writing more than different ways
Laying down to stare at a star
Cold white bubbles in a bathtub
Your arms feel oh so far
Gravity swirls around its hub
Technicolor eyes taught me how to dance
A smile; a crinkled grey eye bends
So give us this one last chance
Before any of this ends



I got a speeding ticket today, for going 57 in a 40 zone. Whatever. Ich interessiere mich nicht. Ich mag nicht die Polizei. Ich bin frustriert, that's all. And etwas ungeduldig.
20 days until Underoath, 3 until school. And tomorrow I'm dying my hair dark dark brown. I had a long hot bath tonight. It helped soothe my emotions. Good thing I know what those are, so I can deal with them properly, eh?

We're nothing short of invincible

Home. Home is good.
It's after midnight and I just spent a week with little sleep and now I'm eating ribs and listening to music and I'm on the internet. (Obviously.) Some days I don't understand myself. Make that most days. I'm really excited for school to start, just so it can be over. I want to go back to camp, to always have something to do and people to be with, but where I can be alone should I so desire. Camp is nice, too, because you're isolated enough that the stupid things happening in the world don't affect you as much. I feel like writing but my words won't come. THAT is one of the most frustrating things in the world, when your main outlet is stopped up. I keep using the carpet as a napkin. But it's a carpet. So yeah, I have kittens. Or rather, Phantom has kittens. Three. An orange one named Coffee, a black one named Shade, and a tortoiseshell named Catti-brie. I already miss my LIT group, and t'other LIT group that I met this week, and other people from camp, and Philly people, from Philadelphia, and the Dalmeny people I haven't seen in a week.

When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight
These roads never seemed so long
Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come?
Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever
Over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends
August evenings
Bring solemn warnings
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight
You never know what temporal days may bring
So Laugh, love, live free, and sing
When life is in discord
Praise ye the Lord
-Anberlin

Dry eyes in the pouring rain

Underoath is coming back to Saskatoon. This time I AM going, although I do not have a ticket yet. Along with them are Moneen, Silverstein, and He is Legend, three bands I've heard of but never heard. Don't really care though. I just want to see Underoath. Really bad. Would anyone care to accompany me? Although I would go by myself anyway, 'twould be more fun with someone.
Yeah, in other news, camp was fun, I"m going back for one more week, in a cabin, and then I might go to Calgary with my family for a couple days. Then school starts again. Hoorah. I like school. Anyway, this computer's stupid.

The only sex I ever had was in a pan

...and you know I'm proud of that!

I went to the Fringe today. Or... yesterday, as it were. 'Twas a lot of fun. I bought another spray paint painting from that street painter that was at Dalmeny Days last year. It's pretty, it has the Northern Lights on it, which is why I bought it. I am in love with the Aurora Borealis.
Something I realized today was that I can't keep wishing to go back to Philly. That'll come in its time. I have to live in the here and now, instead of in my memories, rich as they may be. I am looking forward to camp on Sunday though. Which is good, because I would have to beat myself up if I wasn't.
The other thing I realized was that I am usually happiest where I meet God. Philadelphia, Redberry, etc. But I need to learn to meet God here at home, to be happy here at home, before I can run off to other places and be happy there. I'm working on it. Happiness is a choice, not so much an effect. So I choose to let God work in me. I choose to be happy.

In

Guess.