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psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2007-04-23 12:36 am
psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2007-04-23 12:36 am
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"It's Like All that You Do is Just Old and then New..."
I really like Jennifer Garner, I think. She looks a lot like Robin Wright Penn (or at least she does in 13 Going on Thirty), and I am not at all ashamed to admit that I am madly in girlcrushy love with Mrs. Penn.
And then--I feel far too eager to-day. I'm ready for something--! I don't know what.
We spent the day at the Oriental house. We planted trees. Waen and I walked down the creek. I slept in the sun on the porch, read outside, brought a pan of sweet feed for RoofandRobin and they ate it when I wasn't looking away; I went down the chute in the hayloft and Waen thought it was deeper than it was and was actually impressed for a little while.
There's so much sad happening lately, and I'm coming through it, and sometimes I'm scared that I shouldn't be, that I'm not sorrowing enough for it, and I don't know exactly what is right, or how soon you're allowed to put something by and go on. I guess it's the sort of thing you have to decide for yourself, but sometimes that's hard.
Also I watched Star Trek: Nemesis to-day, and I thought it was really good; I don't know whether if I were actually a good Star Trek fan, instead of someone who just finds Patrick Stewart ridiculously shiny, I would know whether it's good within the context of the series.
I telephoned Amy to see if I could find out if she's still alive, but I got her answering machine. I left a message. I telephoned Tom, too, but didn't get him. I made him a silly; I want to show him.
Before I take them all back to the library, I need to write my silly dorky post about Mr. Morris, Ms. Springer, and Ms. Sutcliff, and about their different YA Arthuriana. I also need to write the next chapter of Catechism (I have it all planned out, so it's really a matter of writing it instead of stalling), and my term paper--I finally got everything ready for my term paper, so that, too, is just a matter of sitting down and doing it. I haven't touched Tom Jones in two weeks. >_> But I have read a few other things. I'm trying to return all the books to the library that I've had hidden in my room for ages. I'm trying to clean my room and make it look good for the showing.
We've had to paint over all Waen's murals. I don't know if anyone remembers the horse? It's being painted over. We're salvaging a few of her doors; I'm taking The Bell-Tree for my door, and I think she wants The Spanish Lady, but for the most part we're leaving everything behind under three coats of paint.
Going back to work to-morrow. I hope Gayle's back from the hospital. I've missed her so much.
I really love you. I want to make sure you know.
And then--I feel far too eager to-day. I'm ready for something--! I don't know what.
We spent the day at the Oriental house. We planted trees. Waen and I walked down the creek. I slept in the sun on the porch, read outside, brought a pan of sweet feed for RoofandRobin and they ate it when I wasn't looking away; I went down the chute in the hayloft and Waen thought it was deeper than it was and was actually impressed for a little while.
There's so much sad happening lately, and I'm coming through it, and sometimes I'm scared that I shouldn't be, that I'm not sorrowing enough for it, and I don't know exactly what is right, or how soon you're allowed to put something by and go on. I guess it's the sort of thing you have to decide for yourself, but sometimes that's hard.
Also I watched Star Trek: Nemesis to-day, and I thought it was really good; I don't know whether if I were actually a good Star Trek fan, instead of someone who just finds Patrick Stewart ridiculously shiny, I would know whether it's good within the context of the series.
I telephoned Amy to see if I could find out if she's still alive, but I got her answering machine. I left a message. I telephoned Tom, too, but didn't get him. I made him a silly; I want to show him.
Before I take them all back to the library, I need to write my silly dorky post about Mr. Morris, Ms. Springer, and Ms. Sutcliff, and about their different YA Arthuriana. I also need to write the next chapter of Catechism (I have it all planned out, so it's really a matter of writing it instead of stalling), and my term paper--I finally got everything ready for my term paper, so that, too, is just a matter of sitting down and doing it. I haven't touched Tom Jones in two weeks. >_> But I have read a few other things. I'm trying to return all the books to the library that I've had hidden in my room for ages. I'm trying to clean my room and make it look good for the showing.
We've had to paint over all Waen's murals. I don't know if anyone remembers the horse? It's being painted over. We're salvaging a few of her doors; I'm taking The Bell-Tree for my door, and I think she wants The Spanish Lady, but for the most part we're leaving everything behind under three coats of paint.
Going back to work to-morrow. I hope Gayle's back from the hospital. I've missed her so much.
I really love you. I want to make sure you know.
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