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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
It's quiet evenings like this one that I sit back and reflect. Sometimes I think about silly things like why pepperoni is always shaped into circles for pizza and other times about what my 23 years on this planet has brought me (although I suppose one could consider both matters rather silly things to ponder). I wonder what happened to my dreams of riding horses in montana or having my own vineyard somewhere near the Mediterranean. I suppose knowing where I am and what I've done, a secluded ranch or vineyard seem to be the last places on earth I'd expect to find me. But when I was little I used to dream about it. Funny what happens to those childhood aspirations. I spent hours drawing horses, thinking about them, and I rode them every chance I got. Somewhere along the way I got thrown off one, I suppose that's where it all ended. I wonder if I'd be happy on one of these secluded places on the planet...just me, my family, a horse, and a pretty piece of earth. Away from people and cultures would I finally find a place where I feel rooted and completely a part of? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I hope I get a chance to find out someday.
Friday, December 10, 2004
*fa-la-la-la-la- * I just had the most wonderful time caroling at a living continuum today. I never thought walking through hallways and singing jingle bells could lift up my mood. hehe I should go caroling after this next exam which I am doomed to fail b/c although there is a test hanging over my head i have yet to watch a single lecture since tuesday. :P
Monday, December 06, 2004
Back in school after a much needed work-free weekend. I slept a lot and watched 2 whole ballywood movies. Fun and cheesy, although both movies took up about 7 hrs of my weekend. Just what i needed though after an exam: music, costumes, and a cheesy love story with a guaranteed happily ever after ending. Topped it off with a shopping trip and lots of good food.
anyways, it's nice to hear from y'all. it's been awhile :) will return emails, i promise!! just give me time.
toodles....the wandering walnut with turkey on top.
anyways, it's nice to hear from y'all. it's been awhile :) will return emails, i promise!! just give me time.
toodles....the wandering walnut with turkey on top.
Books: Fiction
Books: Non-Fiction
Oasis of Dreams
By Grace Feuerverger
Betrayal of Trust
By Laurie Garrett
Pathologies of Power
By Paul Farmer
Books: Non-Fiction
Oasis of Dreams
By Grace Feuerverger
Betrayal of Trust
By Laurie Garrett
Pathologies of Power
By Paul Farmer