Monday, November 17, 2008

The Quantum of Solace

Last night I had a dream that I was James Bond's daughter. The new James Bond. Daniel Craig.
I was the product of one of his many "relationships" and I'd never met him, but he sent me money. You know, child support. But, one day I sent the money back to him with a note that said, "I don't want your money, I want to know you." So I went to see him and he showed me how he had the note posted on his wall. He said he cried when he read it.

And, I know this is corny, but in the dream he hugged me. And it was the strangest feeling. It was like absolute contentment and I told him I loved him. "I love you, dad."

When I woke up and started my day, even through convo, the feeling stuck with me (which often happens with my dreams). That I was someone's beloved daughter. And I realized, I am. So, I don't know if God gave me a strange dream to tell me who I was to Him, but, it's not outside the realm of possibility. Or the Quantum of Solace.

And no matter what I am in life, I realized, I am foremost a daughter. Someone's daughter.

then I killed a guy in the dream later...but I don't know if that has any spiritual application ;)

Me. Out.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Thanksgiving Dinner a Week and a Half Early

I don't know why I feel it necessary to capitalize every important word in these titles.

I was walking back from the rot's Quasi-Thanksgiving Dinner tonight, and caught a whiff of something amazing on the sidewalk. It was the smell of fried food, lights and pavement. Normally that smell would mean: boardwalk. But today, maybe it was the way the wind caught it and pushed it around. It smelled like Maine. Stopped me dead in my tracks. Something powerful came over me. I could've died. Not really. But there had to be a climax to those sentences. But, OH how I wanted to be back in Maine. OH I miss you fishing off the dock. OH I long for you, lobster stew, OH I desire you, Cap'n Fish's Motel. OH man.

Sometimes when I walk up the hill to my dorm, my being out of shape forces me to inhale deeply, which forces me to take in the scents. Not to mention my nostrils being the size of two snow shoes. That helps too. But sometimes, I don't know what it is, the gravel or the wafting breeze from construction sites far away, but I smell Maine. It smells like granite and seaweed. Which is the smell of Maine. Or at least where I go.

Oh, wow. I could use another vacation. Couldn't we all?
And to all a good night.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I have no words to say about the election.

So if you were hoping for something about came to the wrong place.

Anyway. The word, Pub, is a funny word. In Literary Criticism today, Ali said something about how she imagined John Donne sitting in a Pub, talking to Death, in that one poem he wrote, whose title I can't remember.

But it brought me right back to the first time I ever heard the word, Pub. My brother and I used to be obsessed with shockwave games on the internet. And there was this one game with a little Aussie guy named Lennie or something. And you walked around in the outback avoiding snakes and playing games, and visiting his girlfriend in the "Pub," where she was watching Cricket on the tele. Yeah. It was the bomb. An educational bomb. There was something in that game about hitting toads with a truck, and they made this sandy little explosion sound. The bigger the toad, the more points. Kind of disgusting. Reminds me of driving home after a rainstorm and swerving for toads, but occasionally...well you get the idea.

There was another game on that webpage about a fat little guy who ran around a cookie factory, whimpering: "I'd like another cookie, plleeaaase!" And you had to watch out for guards and bloodhounds.

There used to be this webpage for Post Cereals too, all these games. I can't remember them individually. But, MAN, they were good times. That was back in the early days of the internet.

The last smattering of books I've read have been: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (Like, the 385th time I've read/seen it), Summer for Change by Liberty Alum Anna Walker, The second book in Bill Myers's "Forbidden Doors" series, aaand, C.S. Lewis's Out of the Silent Planet.

Next on the list is Jerry Jenkins's Riven, and Perelandra.

Good night, Neverland.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Abandon Thought and Let the Dream Descend...

Actually don't. I'd suggest using your mind.
I had something incredibly deep and profound for you earlier
But since drinking quite a bit of pepsi, my brain cells are bouncing around
at an unusual rate and I've lost all that once rested upstairs.
Not good, since I've a creation studies test to study for.

Books I've read lately:

Cast Two Shadows: The American Revolution in the South, by Ann Rinaldi:
"No," I said dismally, "the war just brought it all to a head. I think none of us know who we really are."

Good stuff.

Jack's Life by Douglas Gresham
This book is written by C.S. Lewis's stepson. Quite a great deal of insight. Narration is really down to earth. I recommend it to anyone who's interested in C.S. Lewis. I now have a much better understanding of Jack's life, with which I can better nderstand his writings. Plus it's encouraging. And it's short. Good read :)

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson
I didn't think this book would be good. I was kind of disgusted by how pessimistic and hopeless it seemed to be at first. But, it gets better. Still, I feel a little uncomfortable about how bleak it is. Redeems itself to some extent though.

Forbidden Doors by Bill Myers
First in a series of Christian books for young adults. Short reads. Pretty good. Looking forward to getting a hold of the rest of the series once other Children's Lit students are done reading them.

Right now I'm reading C.S. Lewis's Out of the Silent Planet

That's some good stuff for you :) I'm going to go do my homework. Or attempt.

God Speed to you and yours

Monday, October 20, 2008

Here fishy fishy fishy :)

I'm a bad kid. I skipped Creation Studies. I'm a very bad kid.
Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do though.

So tonight at around 6:45, Brittany and Lauran and I are going to adopt a new family member. That's right. We're fish shopping. We decided to just bite the bullet and buy one. I'm really excited about having someone to talk to (Yes, I am sick in the head).

Also, the Star Wars marathon comes to a conclusion tonight with "Return of the Jedi." I wore my star wars shirt today for celebration purposes.

Did you know that Marc Ecko released a line of Star Wars Shirts? Pretty sweet, I know. He knows what good is. I used to wear an Ecko[Red] shirt with a rhino on it and John Watts started calling me a Rhino. I was in eigth grade. It shattered my self image. Just kidding.

Anyway, off to criticize some literature.

God Speed.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Bad Books and Deep Dreams

And Abundant Allileration, apparently. *har har* This may be a post on the short side due to my roommate's eagerness to continue watching "The Empire Strikes Back." But I'm proud of her. Oh, another nerd is in the making.

I was reading my book for Children's lit today and stumbled across a title that sounded familiar. It was Tenderness by Robert Cormier. I remember checking that book out of the library in high school on a "let's read a lot of books" campaign because it had a cool looking cover. It was hardcover and completely black with the title: Tenderness glowing bright blue across the front. I was drawn in like a moth to a bug zapper. And that was about all the good it did me too.

No offense, Robert...but that was disgusting. I looked it up on Amazon and read a portion of it really quick to see if it was indeed, the book that had freaked me out in high school.

It was. And I still think it's disgusting. Man. So it didn't surprise me when I looked up what else Robert has written and found another book that made me shake my head in disdain in high school: I am the Cheese. Yeah, that was an all time low for me.

I know some of these authors are shooting for realism. But, I'll take good morals and a happy ending anyday over those books. man alive. Psychotic main characters and questionable material is not what the youth of America needs.

First of all, we all obviously need Jesus. And second of all - it's like what Samwise Gamgee said: "There's good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth writing about." I think that's what he said. If not, it should be.

Also...there is a desire in me that's been growing quite steadily throughout the hours of today. I really want a fish. I mean, badly.

That is all. Continue with your lives.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The happenings this lately.

I would've loved to post yesterday. But unfortunately our entire University was sans internet access. That. Stunk. Oh well.

Let's see here. I've been fish - sitting for the past day and a half or so. That doesn't mean I've been sitting on any fish. That means that while Rebekah is experiencing minor-stardom, I've got Choo-Choo Laverne.

Isn't he pretty?

Okay, on another note. A friend on my hall asked me if I would draw a tattoo for her friend. Uhm, Chyeah!! How's that for cool? She had a picture but it was tiny. So I made it look bigger.

I just find it exciting that somebody might be wearing something I've drawn around on her foot for the rest of her life. It doesn't get much better!

Also, I've had an obsession for big funky hair for the past couple weeks, due to the discovery of perpetual artist, Imogen Heap.

That was World Lit Class.

This was Jr. Sr. My big hair phase is far from over.