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| okay - i've managed to upload photos to my sight, but can't get them into my blog - so - click on photos up top! i've put a blurb underneath each to explain them!
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| I adore my macbook - today I put 242 books into my Delicious Library! They are organized into ten catagories and stored alphabetically. I also have a desktop widget so i can search them whenever i want!
maybe tomorrow I'll put in my other shelf!
oh - and homemade sangria is the best! | | |
| first - my apologies for falling off the face of the earth
the reason - not being married, as you might think! My soul has been eaten by the evil Pennsylvania Shakespeare Festiva for the past 9 WEEKS!l!!! I've been mostly living there so I only got to be married for about 2.5 months. One of the many reasons that PSF is evil.
**I actually wrote a very teen angst piece about this fact that, had i been connected to the internet at the time would be posted - let me read it again and see if it is postable......actually it's not bad - Maybe I'll post it at the end of this post.
ANYHOO!
I had some pictures to show - but xanga is being really dumb on this one time that i'm actually in a place where I can update - go figure!
WELL i'll tell you about my wondrous summerstock. One of the designers is wonderful - he reminds me of Bob Clements and makes me miss him! He actually designed 3 of the shows this summer - THANK YOU GOD!!!
The next one was fine - not an earth shattering design - but the floor was GORGEOUS!!!
the last one is terrible! The show is enormous - but the design turned out looking like a high school or community theatre production. all the wood trim, windows, etc are painted - the only 3-dimensional elements are these plastic hoohaas that are painted a bright red/orange! - the floor turned out pretty though - just wait - you'll see when i can post pictures!!
Okay - i tried to post my teen angst prose, but xanga won't let me italisize only some words right now either, so it's not exactly what i want, but I substituted with parenthesis - it doesn't work quite as well - but whatever.
All of the Above
What was she feeling? She’d stopped trying to figure it out.
[empty]
Like an integral part of her heart was missing. And it was. He was miles away. Hadn’t they promised to be together, hadn’t their separate hearts been plaited together? What was she doing here, so far away from what she now recognized as the rest of herself?!
[worried]
She couldn’t stop thinking that she was wasting precious time. They only had so much, she could hardly bear the thought of the lost moments, the hours they already could have, [should have] been together.
No, she couldn’t dwell on it, or her heart would start aching and her thoughts would become frantic.
[lethargic]
Instead, she was picking up new projects, only to cast them aside listlessly. What about those illustrations she’d been so eager about? Or her new watercolors? Or her writings that started out so good? She could stroll through the old graveyard at lunch and attempt to decipher meaning from the intricate iconography fading from the stones...
[distracted]
The one pleasure that seemed to alleviate her restlessness was pouring over her books. They allowed her to escape, for a time, her frustration and loneliness. Most comforting, were the old familiar ones. Books she had cherished as a child, gave her new light again. She lingered over characters as some look through old photo albums.
[desperate]
But she couldn’t read forever, the anxiety always returned. In the dark of the night, she would beg God, plead with him; [give us time, don’t take it away too soon, don’t let this time away be something I’ll regret forever!]
[afraid]
[How can we as humans bind our hearts to one person, and even as we do it, say the words “till death do us part?” We’ve only been one for a few short months. How could one of us bear being alone after decades together! The thought of it now makes my chest burn, and tighten and...and...]
[Stop it!]
She could make it. Only two more weeks, and they’d be together. But still that disquieting feeling. Every time she hung up the phone her heart screamed: [call me as soon as you get home. Be careful. I love you. Don’t hang up... don’t leave me...I couldn’t bear it...]
[vacant]
So she sank, not quite into depression, but she couldn’t even muster enough mental dexterity to find a more adequate word. Downhearted? dejected? melancholy? dispirited?
[all of the above]
like it?
OH YEAH!! - by the way - i'm posting on my brand spanking new - Apple Macbook!!! I'm now that cool funky artsy chic in the cafe with her cool laptop! Grant bought it for me cuz he's the best!!
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| a backdrop i painted and the research we were given - hooray!
(we were told to change the direction of the smoke and clouds)
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