She's a jar. With a heavy lid. My pop quiz kid. A sleepy kisser. A pretty war. With feelings hid. -Wilco.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Two Things I Love
I love Journalism so much, I want to take it behind the middle school and get it pregnant.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Let that Be Enough, Switchfoot
Sometimes I really dislike the fact that I need God — you know, sometimes I feel like I'm here for no reason. And it bugs me that I can't do it alone. Anyway, I went to the Switchfoot concert last night with some friends for free (because I am a hotshot newspaper woman), and they played this song and another that I really enjoyed. I think I like this song so much because when I feel like I don't want to need God and when I feel like I can do it by myself it's when I also feel like I don't know if God is there. It's when I feel defeated. I bolded the particular lines that stuck out. The other song that I enjoyed was "On Fire."
I wish I had what I need
To be on my own
'Cause I feel so defeated
And I'm feeling alone
And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I'm a plane in the sunset
With nowhere to land
And all I see
It could never make me happy And all my sand castles
Spend their time collapsing
Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
Let that be enough
It's my birthday tomorrow
No one here could know
I was born this Thursday
22 years ago
And I feel stuck
Watching history repeating
Yeah, who am I?
Just a kid who knows he's needy
Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough
Here's the link to the Daily Iowan story I wrote. HERE
I wish I had what I need
To be on my own
'Cause I feel so defeated
And I'm feeling alone
And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I'm a plane in the sunset
With nowhere to land
And all I see
It could never make me happy And all my sand castles
Spend their time collapsing
Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
Let that be enough
It's my birthday tomorrow
No one here could know
I was born this Thursday
22 years ago
And I feel stuck
Watching history repeating
Yeah, who am I?
Just a kid who knows he's needy
Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough
Here's the link to the Daily Iowan story I wrote. HERE
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
High & Dry
I really like that I can have an away message that correlates with the current song I'm listening to. Recently I've been surfing the R section of my iTunes, so naturally Radiohead came up, and then the song "High and Dry" came up. I know it may seem as if I only write when sad, confused, or simply downtrodden, so I've been trying to create sort of a balancing act.
Anyway, I think songs are beautiful. I love song lyrics, which is interesting as I don't love poetry, except T.S. Eliot. Sometimes I feel like a kindred spirit. It's so pretty.
Here's the song I've been tuning in with.
Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not.
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
It's the best thing that you've ever had, the best thing that you've ever, ever
had.
It's the best thing that you've ever had; the best thing you've had has gone away.
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
I sort of feel like the boy. Trying so hard to be recognized. I hope I don't end up drying up in conversation with nothing left to give anyone. There would be a such a feeling of desolation. Like I was barren.
But, I don't think I will end up as such because I'm aware of my distaste for it.
Anyway, I think songs are beautiful. I love song lyrics, which is interesting as I don't love poetry, except T.S. Eliot. Sometimes I feel like a kindred spirit. It's so pretty.
Here's the song I've been tuning in with.
Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not.
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
It's the best thing that you've ever had, the best thing that you've ever, ever
had.
It's the best thing that you've ever had; the best thing you've had has gone away.
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
I sort of feel like the boy. Trying so hard to be recognized. I hope I don't end up drying up in conversation with nothing left to give anyone. There would be a such a feeling of desolation. Like I was barren.
But, I don't think I will end up as such because I'm aware of my distaste for it.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
love it. miss it. love it.
THE HAT
I knitted you a hat all blue and gold
To keep your ears warm from the Binghamton cold.
It was my first one and it was too small.
It didn't fit you at all, but you wore it just the same.
I remember the first time we danced.
I remember tunneling through the snow like ants.
What I don't recall is why I said,
"I simply can't sleep in this tiny bed with you anymore.".
I should tell you that you were my first love.
So it's Christmas time, it's been three years.
And someone else is knitting things for your ears.
I have come to learn I'll only see you interrupting my dreams at night
And that's alright. And that's alright. And that's alright. And that's alright.
I should tell you that you were my first love.
And it's alright. And it's alright. And it's alright.
(And it's alright.) We were seventeen again together.
(And it's alright.) We were seventeen again together.
(And it's alright.) We were seventeen again together.
I should tell you that you were my first love.
I should tell you that you were my first love.
We were seventeen again.
We were seventeen again.
We were seventeen again.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Journalism
I think I would even be ok with a job that may be as miserable as Andy Sach's job was in "The Devil Wears Prada."
I don't even care about of difficult it would be. I just want to work somewhere.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
"doubting thomas," nickel creek
What will be left when I've drawn my last breath,
Besides the folks I've met and the folks who know me,
Will I discover a soul saving love,
Or just the dirt above and below me,
I'm a doubting thomas,
I took a promise,
But I do not feel safe,
Oh me of little faith,
Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face,
Then I beg to be spared 'cause I'm a coward,
If there's a master of death I'll bet he's holding his breath,
As I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power,
I'm a doubting thomas,
I can't keep my promises,
'Cause i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith
Can I be used to help others find truth,
When I'm scared I'll find proof that its a lie,
Can I be lead down a trail dropping bread crumbs,
That prove I'm not ready to die,
Please give me time to decipher the signs,
Please forgive me for time that I've wasted,
I'm a doubting thomas,
I'll take your promise,
Though I know nothin's safe,
Oh me of little faith
Besides the folks I've met and the folks who know me,
Will I discover a soul saving love,
Or just the dirt above and below me,
I'm a doubting thomas,
I took a promise,
But I do not feel safe,
Oh me of little faith,
Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face,
Then I beg to be spared 'cause I'm a coward,
If there's a master of death I'll bet he's holding his breath,
As I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power,
I'm a doubting thomas,
I can't keep my promises,
'Cause i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith
Can I be used to help others find truth,
When I'm scared I'll find proof that its a lie,
Can I be lead down a trail dropping bread crumbs,
That prove I'm not ready to die,
Please give me time to decipher the signs,
Please forgive me for time that I've wasted,
I'm a doubting thomas,
I'll take your promise,
Though I know nothin's safe,
Oh me of little faith
Friday, April 04, 2008
things that make me love people
1. good examples
2. when i catch people smiling to themselves
3. interviewing or just chatting with really interesting people
4. notes
5. god's love
6. music, art, books, creation
7. time spent with others
8. forgiving
9. realizing we're human
10. the way people dance
11. humor
12. hugs between friends
13. saying "peace be with you" at church
14. knowing there are good people doing good things for the greater good
15. birthdays
16. treating others as you want to be treated
17. realizing that's not the end. you need to even when they don't love you
18. just because
Living well is what is right.
2. when i catch people smiling to themselves
3. interviewing or just chatting with really interesting people
4. notes
5. god's love
6. music, art, books, creation
7. time spent with others
8. forgiving
9. realizing we're human
10. the way people dance
11. humor
12. hugs between friends
13. saying "peace be with you" at church
14. knowing there are good people doing good things for the greater good
15. birthdays
16. treating others as you want to be treated
17. realizing that's not the end. you need to even when they don't love you
18. just because
Living well is what is right.
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