Archive for February, 2008

A Moment in my Day, vol. 2

Cast of Characters

Me & My College President, lovingly called LCB

LCB: Miss Sassy! How are you this morning?

Me: Oh, I’m fine, President B.

LCB: So! How do you feel about Hill?

Me: What? I mean… I like hills as well as any other geographical feature….

LCB: stares at me. Hil. Hilary Clinton.

Me: OH! Right. Uh…. Well, I’m voting for Obama.

Yes. I’m SOOOOOO smooth.

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A moment in my day, vol. 1

Me: Okay, thanks Mr. C. I sigh, throw my stuff into my totebag and intend to stalk away after arguing with my history professor about some of his comments on my junior seminar paper.

Mr. C: No problem. Have a good day. What he really wants to say is, oh, yes, of course you’re right. Which one of us has been teaching for thirty years? shut up. 

Me: Turn to huff away, heading for the door a mere two feet away… And walk straight into the glass window (floor to ceiling) beside his office door.

Mr. C: Dear… are you okay?

Me: Yep. Gonna go now.

Mr. C: Have… have a good day.

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110 Days Until…

CAMP.

Yes, boys and girls, that’s right. I have started the count down. I cannot wait to go back to my beloved LBMC. I was looking through some of my stuff from this summer. A few highlights?

Camper to Counselor: Are you Jewish or Christmas?

 

Me: Uh, okay. A bandanna. What should I do with it?
D-Bitty: Tie it around your leg!
Me: NO! I’m from Chapel Hill, not Compton!
Fellow Staff Member: Let’s see, the last guy I slept with was from Italy. Before that… Prague!
Me: Jesus. What are you, the United Nations?

Do you see why I can’t wait to go back? No? Will a picture convince you?

LBMC

No? Still don’t believe me?

Well. Then you’re just lacking in Camp Spirit. I can’t wait to go back. This is the place where I almost went crazy. The place where I refereed volleyball, got covered in pudding, baked 400 chocolate chip cookies (approximately), went kayaking, giggled, cried, and loved. Where I froze my butt off in June and melted away ten pounds in August. The place where I got nicknamed prime rib, due to my most excellent sun burn. I worked on pottery, jumped on the Aqua Jump, sang songs around the campfire…

Only 110 days until camp.

I can’t wait.

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wind & waves

Oh, Lord. I’m just struggling, y’all.

I’m struggling with the past: things that have happened, things that I’ve done.

I’m struggling with the present: school, finding a part-time job, managing my finances, personal relationships.

I’m struggling with the future: where I’m living next year, what to do after graduation.

Still, Christ has come beside me and gently taken my hand. Hush, He whispers. I am here.

I’ve had reminder after reminder of His love and provision, and yet I still doubt. I have seen Him work in the lives of my friends and family, and yet I still doubt.

Hush, He whispers. I am here. I love you.

He has sent me cheesey Christian movies. He has sent me cheesey Christian books. He has sent me redemption and grace through pages and music and hugs.

I was listening to this song, by this woman by the name of Kendall Payne. It’s a beautiful song, it was used on Grey’s Anatomy. There’s a line that He whispers to me, over and over, as sure as my iTunes keeps repeating:

You were on mind when the world was made/Trust in me, my child. Trust in me, my child.

Still. I doubt.

I am afraid, I tell Him. I know that, He replies. Hush. I am here. I love you.

I sink into my bed at night, thinking of Him. Finally, of Him and Him alone. Where are you? I ask, tears slipping down and hitting my pillowcase. Where are you?

Beside you, my love. I am always beside you.

He whispers my name. He calls me Beloved.

I am His, and He is mine.

This is grace.

Still. I doubt.

Still. He forgives.

His voice is sweet. His rebuke is gentle.

Hush. I am here. Trust me. I love you. I will not leave you.

I hear Him. I start to believe.

At least tonight. Tonight, I will rest in Him. I will close my eyes and love my Beloved.

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John McCain For President!

(or something.)

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The Plague

Y’all. Seriously.

Friday afternoon, I was exhausted. I canceled a biology study session that I needed to attend for an upcoming test so that I could stay in bed and sleep.  I woke up around 5, and fiddled around the apartment until midnight. I knew I was getting sick — I could feel it in the back of my throat. However, I was unprepared for the mayhem.

Saturday morning, I woke up sick. I felt pretty gross. I woke up around 10 and managed to stay awake until 2, when, body aching, freezing, pounding headache, I retreated to my bed (with a blanket warmed in the dryer to keep me warm.) I woke at 5, dizzy, disoriented, and miserable.

Waltz Boy took pity on me and brought me supplies: chicken soup, cold medicine, and a couple of Jane Austen movies. He took one look at me: “You have a fever. That’s why you feel this badly.”

We took my temperature.

101.

NO WONDER I FELT LIKE DEATH.

Suitably drugged up, I ate for the first time that day, also downing some Vitamin water (part of the provisions Waltz Boy brought me.) I felt semi-human, and after falling asleep in my chair several times, went to sleep around midnight last night.

Today, I woke up, fever free, congested, but alive. I didn’t make it to church, but I did make it to Target, where I bought more chicken noodle soup, tissues, hot chocolate mix, and cold medicine.

(Which, as an aside: in the State of North Carolina, you have to show ID to get cold medicine. WTF?)

The teenage boy who checked me out wished me a good day and sweetly added, “I really hope you feel better soon.”

Top Ten List of Things I Learned While Being Sicker Than Ever Before:

10. I miss having a full-size couch. Due to the small stature of my apartment, I have only a loveseat. My bed wasn’t comfortable, and a loveseat wasn’t gonna cut it.

9. Sometimes, not even a shower can make you feel better.

8. Dirty dishes multiply like rabbits when you’re sick. So do dirty tissues.

7. Plain chapstick makes an excellent balm for a raw nose.

6. Sleeping with a cough drop in your mouth, while a potential choking hazard, aids in sleeping. (In all honestly, I learned this one in the great Pnemonia incident of ‘07.)

5.  When, upon hearing your voice on the phone, your friends ask if you are alive… You are sick.

4.  Clean clothes can make you feel better after a fever induced sweat bath.

3. It is, in fact, possible to drink more than seven cups of hot chocolate in a day when you figure out that soothes your sore throat.

2. Having a friend come rescue you from your misery as best he can is worth the weight of a can of chicken noodle soup in gold.

1. Progresso Chicken Noodle Soup is highly superior to Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup which is HIGHLY superior to Bear Rock Cafe’s Chicken Noodle Soup.

 

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“Reading Jane Austen is a friggin’ mine-field.”

My new obsession is Jane Austen movies. I have, for a couple of years, absolutely adored the movie Sense & Sensibility with Kate Winslet and Emma Thompson. My friend Chelsea kept INSISTING that I see Pride & Prejudice, so I finally did. (The Kiera Knightly version.) Amazingly charming and sweet and romantic and beautiful and passionate and… Oh.

Tonight, I watched The Jane Austen Book Club. You guys. Y’all. Seriously. You have GOT to watch this movie. It’s so sweet and beautiful and lovely. Predictable, but… Amazing.

Do it. DO IT.

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“Let the word go forth…

…From this time and place, to friend and for alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans.” (JFK’s inaugural address)

I have always been captivated by the words that politicians can speak. At a very young age, I adored John Kennedy. His ability to spin rhetoric awed me – as far back as the second grade. I loved the political writings of Thomas Jefferson, the poetry of Abraham Lincoln, and later, the revolution of Bobby Kennedy. I loved politics, loved the excitement, the game, the promise.

Loved. Past tense.

I think that it is no secret that in 2004, I was a dedicated John Edwards supporter. I was burned badly by that election, by the idiocy of the Kerry campaign, by a loss that struck deeply, by the disintegration of everything I believed in. George W. Bush had stolen the election the first time, only to win honestly the second time. Disheartened, in disbelief, and disgusted, I walked away from politics.

Fuck it. Who the hell cares? Politics is pointless, the system is corrupt, my savior is Christ, and that’s what matters.

Well. 2007 rolled around. I watched a few friends get involved again and quite frankly, I pitied them. Particularly my friends supporting John Edwards. I knew his campaign would go nowhere, he would not win. That is not to say he got nothing accomplished, but I knew he would hit another wall of defeat. I refused to commit to a candidate. I knew, and still know, that whoever wins the Democratic primary will get my vote.

For many years, I have wondered aloud, “Where is our Bobby?” (Listen to that speech, I beg you.) For many years, I have believed that we had no leadership that could match that of my hero, Robert Kennedy. We were a political party, a nation, caught up in the tiny details. We fight over abortion and the death penalty and ignore the children that starve on our streets.

Fuck that.

Our Bobby has arrived. Barack Obama has my full support. I will do whatever I can to get him elected President. Because I don’t think Hilary Clinton will win – and I DO NOT believe she should. Yell at me for hating her because she’s a woman. Go ahead. I dare you. I’m a woman too, and that has nothing to do with it. In fact, I believe that voting for her only because she’s a woman sets the women’s movement back. (see also: Dole, Elizabeth and Senator, North Carolina.)

Barack Obama for President. Because he has ideas. Because he has hope. Because we need a Bobby. Because we need to believe.

Because America can be great again. Not through imperialistic domination, but through cooperation. Not through fear, but through love. Not through intimidation, but through invitation.

Because we can bring about a country that is the fulfilment of the dreams of Thomas Jefferson, of Abraham Lincoln, of Franklin Roosevelt, of John Kennedy, of Bobby. We can bring about a nation that is the delivery of the promises we stand on, of the promises we have forgotten, of the promises we long to remember. We can bring about a nation in which we will again consider ourselves proud to be an American.

If you never listen to anything I say; if you disagree with everything I stand for… Do me one favor. Listen to this song. Feel that swelling in your chest? That stirring in your belly? That’s pride. That’s hope. That’s why I will support Senator Obama.

“The pundits, the pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States; Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats. But I’ve got news for them, too. We worship an awesome God in the Blue States, and we don’t like federal agents poking around in our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and yes, we’ve got some gay friends in the Red States. There are patriots who opposed the war in Iraq and there are patriots who supported the war in Iraq. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.”
- Barack Obama (2004 Convention Speech)

I once loved politics. Now, I love people. And I believe, whole-heartedly, that Senator Obama can bring about change. Will he fix everything? No. Will he end all evils and right all wrongs? No. Will he create tiny ripples of hope? Yes.

Barack Obama 2008.

Bring it on.

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The lenses in my EYEBALL?

That’s right. I’m getting contacts. I have an eye appointment on Thursday and I’m going to get new glasses, as well as contacts. Any thoughts? Tips? Suggestions? I’ve never had contacts before… It’s a brave new world out there.

I’m excited, because people are always failing to notice how green my eyes are – they’re really green – because of my glasses. Now, maybe people will be able to see them. I certainly hope so.

Alright, you contact-wearers. Hit me with your best advice.

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Huzzah!

AlI got a new digital camera, today! (Thank you, wise use of loan refund check. What? You say a new digital camera isn’t a wise use of my school loan money? Ahhh. Bite me!)

 camera!

 Also, I co-opted a bit of my loan money for this, a super cute camera cozy by a happenin’ artisan named Alasha Wright! Hit up etsy and check out her adorable little cozies.

Etsy

I think I will name my camera Addison, in honor of Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery-Shepherd, ala Grey’s Anatomy. Addy. Squee!

PS: No one loves me enough to read my English paper? Seriously?

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