Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Life Keeps Going

I just wrote my last paper of the semester. Whew. I'm so glad it's done. I've decided that if I ever, EVER want to make another movie, (espeically during school) I want someone to physically tie me down and reminde me about the one I'm working on now. I shouldn't complain. We got three scenes shot in 2 hours. And Greg, one of the most wonderful people in the WORLD, came to the shoot instead of going to work. Greg, I cannot even being to say how much I love you!!! (That is, in the way a director loves her actors who are willing to sacrifce for her movie.) :) He and Liz were totally awesome. And they rocked. And I used about 500 feet of extension cord, because someone *cough, cough* Masons, lost the battery! Grumble cakes. Anyway, it went well. That it did. I mostly just want to go back to the beach. Forever. Well, maybe just until the world ends or I die. One of the two. I am so living at the beach when I grow up. I'm really hungry and it's 11:30 pm and formal is this Saturday. No eating for me. :( But I'm really hungry. You know what, I think I'll go to bed. I'm probably more tired than anything. Good night.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

The Luckiest

I have found the coolest love song in the whole wide world.

The Luckiest by Ben Fold's Five

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am, I am
The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on the street where you live?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am, I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
His wife, she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a
strange way to tell you that I know
we belong
That I know
That I am
I am, I am
The luckiest

Feel The Rain On Your Skin

no one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in, no one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips drench yourself in words unspoken live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten

I am at the beach. Meg, Liz, Claire, and I have taken off for the weekend. We are staying with a priest friend of Teddy's who's parish is literally across the street from the beach. I had an absolute caniptian (spelling?) fit, because I found out it was going to storm all weekend. (I really wanted to get a tan for formal. Oh well, I don't have a date anyway, who needs a tan?) But now that I'm here, I'm really glad it's rainy. First of all, I absolutely adore storms. I think they're cooler than sliced bread. Secondly, it's beautiful. Like, I don't even know how to describe it. The sea is a dark blue and the sky is a slightly grayer ominous dark blue. There is a magnificent dark brown pier jutting proudly out into the sea. There are a few lines of rocks in the shallow part of the water. They seem so out of place, yet so right. The only things separating me from this beautiful dismation is a thin strip of sand and a two lane road. Oh, and the most wonderful porch I've ever had the joy of setting foot on.

After we played around in the waves and on the rocks, (Yes, the water was freaking cold.) we danced on the pier in the rain and vowed to come back in the more summer months with boys and really dance. (Although, I think if Claire and I had our way, we'd be coming back with boys in the middle of the pouring rain and leaving with rings. Seriously, I found the perfect proposal spot. If I am to get married. . .) We then sat on the porch and just looked at the water. It reminds me so much of the prairie. It just keeps going and going. There are no trees or hills to block the beautiful wide openness. The vast expansiveness is so breathtaking. Gorgeous. I've been thinking that, after college, if not Hawthorne, I want to live in Maine or some place similar. I would want to be on the coast by a small fishing villiage. After today, that idea has become absolutely cemented in my brain. I told Bob about it and she loved the idea. You know, that acutally could be a lot of fun. Wow, I just considered moving to Maine with my mother and liked the idea. Huh. You know, they say that you get more and more like your parents as you get older. Huh.

This makes me think of Nickle Creek.

I am a lighthouse worn by the weather and the waves
I keep my lamp lit to warn the sailors on their way
I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past
I was so happy but joy in this life seldom lasts

I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea
We had grown closer 'til his joy meant everything to me
And he was to marry a girl who shown with beauty and light
They loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into nights

And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be

She'd had to leave us; my keeper, he prayed for a safe return
But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned
He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wind
And me so helpless, as dashed against the rocks she met her end

And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be

Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the shore
He kissed her cold face, and that they'd be together soon he swore
I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand
Then he climbed my tower, and off the edge of me he ran

And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be

I am a lighthouse worn by the weather and the waves
And though I'm empty I still warn the sailors on their way

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

God loves me so much

Last night I decided to go to morning prayer this morning. So my alarm went off at 7:15 in the am. Uuuhhh. I got up at 7:20, threw on jeans and a sweatshirt, grabbed my chapel veil and morning prayer book and ran. I made it there right as they started. Unfortuantely it's Easter so I was confused beyond all get out. Sunday of week I my elbow. After that I went to breakfast, and instead of getting an unhealthy waffle with unhealthy toppings, I got two boiled eggs, steamed apples, and bacon. (Okay, cut me so slack, I did well on the first two!) I then went back to my room and studied Latin. (Where does the virtue end? :P) At 9, I got ready leisurely for class. At about 9:30 I popped my head into Claire's room and announced that she needed to be awake. Granted she already was, but I wanted to make it known that she didn't have to wake me up. Unsually I am sat upon by her or Liz at about 9:45. I announced that I'd been up since 7:20 and went to morning prayer and breakfast and studied. She stared blankly at me. I'm not sure if that's because my behavior was so shocking or that I was monologuing to her while she was in a towel. (That, by the way, is not shocking. I do that more than a person would think.)

At about 9:45 Liz walked into my room, expecting to do the customary wake-me-up routine. (Usually involving shouting and shaking.) She was suprised when I opened the door for her and even more so that I was applying mascara and not sleeping. He he he. She then went to shower. Claire, Liz (other Liz), and I left for the Commons at 9:55 knowing that Liz (in the shower Liz) was going to be very, vey late for class and kind of sad for her, but hey, if she wants to be clean, that's her deal. Once we got there, we found out that poli sci was canceled. There was much rejoicing. We all decided to go to theology instead, so we wouldn't have to do it later. That's when we found out theology was also cancled. And there was much, much rejoicing.

I stood in the hallway and watched the faces of exhuberant sophomores as they found out the good news. (Really, it was great.) All the sophomores have the same theology teacher and many have the same poli sci, so it really was a good day. As I was walking back to the dorm with Claire, I said, "You know. I got up for morning prayer and such and started out my day ordered. I feel like God just said, 'Good job WP, have a treat. Here, I'll cancel two of your classes.' And I'm like, thanks God, I like that treat. That's a great treat." Claire laughed and told me I should wake up early more often, because it works out well for all of us.

As we got to the dorm, Liz finally came out. She looked at us strange and asked what we were doing. Claire promptly told her that it was Wednesday and that she didn't have a class until 1. They did the 'no it's not' 'yes it is' thing for awhile. Finally I said that if it wasn't Wednesday, then no one told J-ski or Bersnak that, because we didn't have class. I love making the Duck happy.

Anyway, because of my class load being cut in half today, I was able to study Latin, go to Mass, got to lunch, read some Dante, do my metaphysics homework, watch as episode of 24, and take a nap. I love God!

Sunday, April 16, 2006

World Domination

Recap on my life since my 'to do list.' The play went successfully. I've got some great pictures, that I'll post someday. Seriously, it was great. Didn't get pink eye, which was great. Got a D on the Latin test I needed an A on. Got sick during the Mystery Dinner Theater, but that's okay, because it was dumb. The hair cutting went well. I had two very happy people and one very sad. (That made me sad.) The English paper proposal went well, though. Now I just have to write the paper. I broke up with Matt, because I'm a silly person who doesn't know where her life is going. It's Easter break and more importantly, Easter Sunday. Christ is risen! (I checked.) I'm sitting on Liz's bed. Claire is crocheting next to me and we're listening to country music. And I have decided to take over the world.

Yes, that's right. Most people at CC have tried, at one point or another, to take over the world. I've decided it's my turn. I think I'll use Evangelical Protestants. And spam. Honestly, if I lock people in a room with a telaevangalist type person and only feed them spam for a couple of days, then take them out and tell them, well, just about anything, I think they'd more than readily agree. :) Plus I'd give them normal food. It's kind of like the illegal smugglers who put the parrot's life in danger and then save them so the parrot will trust them. Actually, that's kind of like what the bad guy on The Incredibles did. You know, I really don't like this plan. I will think of something else. But right now, I need to do some Latin homework.

You know, I always have Latin homework to do. I'm not kidding. Even over breaks, it's always hanging over my head. Gosh darn it! Maybe that's someone else's plan for taking over the world.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Holy Thursday

Come with me.
The transmission has been given
For our livin I ain’t kiddin.
Open up to 1 Corinthians 11:23.

“For I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you that the Lord Jesus on the night He was handed over, took bread and after He had given thanks, broke it and said ‘This is my Body given up for you. Do this in rememberance of me.’ In the same way, He took the cup after the supper saying ‘This cup is the covenant in my Blood. Do this as often as you drink it, in rememberance of me.’”

Jesus was handed over
What He did He handed down
On the cross crucified King
Wore a ring of thorns
We call it a crown.
He sat down at the table. Yo this ain’t no fable
He was born in a stable. Wass up with Cain and Able?
Thought they was dead
Let it be said too much blood bein shed
Fifth commandment ain’t read
Handin down the mystery in a piece of bread
Is this too much for your head?
Once you taste it you want more
It’s the only way we gonna stop the war
Israel, Palestine beautiful tradition
What are we missin?
Surrender and obedience
Disrespect the ritual. People get way too liberal.
Miserable - death killings and scandal
Everybody’s loosin the handle what we’re seein today
Unimaginable and intolerable levels
People livin like devils. Got to transmit the tradition
G.O.D workin, prayin, restin. The whole wide world
Is in need of a serious blessin
This is what the saints be professin
Catholics got to get to confession
We all got to be holy, holy, holy
It’s a very long process. It happens rarely and
Slowly, slowly, slowly
The narrow road take we must
Yo remember fear is useless. What is needed is trust

Come with me.
The transmission has been given
For our livin I ain’t kiddin.
Open up to 1 Corinthians 11:23

Love is our lost identity
The recovery is restored with hospitality
Havin a hard time believin me?
Open up to John Thirteen
The Savior is the servant. Why we so unobservant?
He gets down on the floor to wash the feet
Yo this is love supreme attitude.
Got to bring it to the street
If all we do is complain and compete
We be livin without lovin
Our lives will be severely incomplete
Now you know what Jesus did
He gave Himself for us to eat
Feel the rhythm of the drum beat
It generates a connection with the heart beat.
That’s why the Word makes the bread
The body, blood, soul and divinity
Got to get this deep down into me
Got to take the tradition
And make a relevant intelligent transmission
This is my mission. Check out my priestly hermaneutic.
It’s divinely therapeutic. Connect with this connection...
And all hatred and pride
Will be lifted like the Ascension
And all tension and apprehension
Will be held in suspension
Yo this is the reality the truth be flowin out of me.
It’s the medicine of immortality
The only way to sanctify individuality
Includin your sexuality
We talkin about a mystical Eucharistic spirituality
Get with this we be busy about our Father’s business.
Love for real – we talkin about forgiveness

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Ahoy Mate-y!

I feel like I'm on a boat. It's a really, really big boat with trees painted on it. There is one main captian and three or four other people grabbing the wheel from her. Occasionally the rest of the crew all dog pile her and fight for the wheel. I'm just sitting on the port side of the boat making sure no one touches the trees. And sometimes I move benches. Mostly, though, I just watch everyone fight. For awhile the boat just kind of zig zagged around while people jumped the captain. But now it seems as though the crew is happy with the direction the boat is going and people are more or less sticking with their own jobs. And I just sit there watching, moving benchs and doing Latin. I like this boat. It's got some good music. And dancing.