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| I mean, if you're into that sort of thing... celebrating martyrs and all. I spent the evening at a bar where Bluegrass was being played like love depended on it. I felt like the music that was being played was so sacred that my presence was staining every note. It was that beautiful. I turned in rather early, however, because these bones can't handle less than 9 hours of sleep and I have to work tomorrow. I'm incredibly....lame. Oh well. I wanted to share with all my friends that I am doing alright here. More than alright. I can't wait to move into my house. A home. A HOME... i get a home and that's awesome. It's cold here. Now, what I am about to say makes me a bad person, I am well aware, but I can't help but compare winter to a mentally handicapped child with anger problems. I've shared this with a couple of people and I've had mixed responses...but the thing that has been consistant is the realization that there is truth in the statement. Let me explain myself....man I feel horrible just thinking about this, but I'm going to be vulnerable and let the people know how mean I am. Handicapped children with anger problems(an important detail)....even though you understand the circumstance, find beauty in their existance and love them- you hate being around them (and it takes a special person to devote their lives to being there) because they make you feel like shit. Winter is just like that. I appreciate it and see it's value, but mostly wish it would go away. I am a bad person. i hear bauer barking. I love that dog. The amount of love I have for him is probably unhealthy...but I'm okay with that. --legas | | |
| This 6 week sabatical rules. Hands down. I went on a walk today because my car is in Joplin. I like that it is 50 some degrees outside. Confinement is unprobable along with insanity because of the weather. I am thankful.
There's a family in town that has a pet goat. It responded to me like a guard dog, but the big red ribbon around its neck made him less alarming. Today was my mother's birthday. We went out to eat and blah blah...I was kind of overwhelmed by the fact that there is a lot of life to be had in 49 years...I've lived 22 and I'm beginning to think that dying young wouldn't be that bad. I love life, don't get me wrong...i've just been blessed with such a full one, I can't fathom the wonders that are to come. Sometimes, it's a bit frightening. Anyway, happy birthday, Mama. You don't read this. Speaking of living life to the fullest: If I live to be a healthy 88 year old woman, I want to learn ballet too.
Have fun in life, little doves.
Don't be sad. Not today, anyway.
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| I'm going to make this short, because dabbling in the realm of the unknown too long freaks one out...especially when the unknown becomes a little more accurate; a little bit more familiar. I've had a lot of weird dreams this year and it prompts questions about the power of the mind. I've become more comfortable with the possiblity of having this weird pschological ability (which is few and far between), but I like to keep the stance of "it's just a possibility". It's weird, never-the-less. I'm aware of how vague I am being- just know this:
I had a dream two nights ago that I was on the plane that crashed and took the life of 19 year old R&B star, Aaliyah. I saved her and left her at this colonial-esk carribean villiage. Then I swam back out to sea...
What of that? Is there truth?
Probably not.
But in all seriousness, I have been having incredibly weird, spot on, dreams about people. It used to be scary, but now it's just weird.
It's probably because my lymph nodes are the size of texas. That extra inflamation is making my mind go crazy. I've been so sick the past 3 nights. Oh, and FYI: Oil of Oregano is legit. It's a natural anti-biotic. And, as a bonus, it's good for migranes and athelete's foot.
Take care little doves,
Sarah Legas.
Watch out Miss Cleo...
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Long live The Blacklist.
Remember when Kyle Duncan, Nate Pugh, Hells Bells Part 1, and Frank G. House had a kick ass synth grudgecore awesomeness band? I do. Listen to my profile song (myspace...sorry, copy and paste sometimes) and reminisce the days of old...The Bridge..Frank getting in trouble for taking his shirt off in the Student Center at OCC..and good ol' rock n roll.
Speaking of reminiscing, my time in Iowa City is almost up. I don't think I could type out enough elaborate stories to actually convince you guys that this town is cool. There are some gems here, but I'm ready to get back to those southern states. The last two weeks here have been incredible interesting. I saw Barak Obama speak. I still don't want to vote. It's crazy how much people are into politics here. Instead of children going crazy over Dora the Explorer or some other animated role model, they sport their biggest Hilliary or Obama '08 sticker. It's almost frightening. I part of me kind of wishes I could be here for the caucuses... patriotic streamers hanging everywhere, every upper class yuppy in their three piece suits cheering on their favorite representative, drunken poli-sci majors making out with their favorite fellow intern as they celebrate their victor or forget their failure....what a culture to enjoy, ya know? I'm only half way serious. Anyway, it really is an interesting state to live in to say the least.
Another ice storm is looming overhead. Winter doesn't take a breath here. It gives you the one-two punch and leaves you crying for mercy because you are beginning to tempt yourself with the idea of buying those ugly, inhumane UGG boots in effort to keep your tootsies warm. "Dear God, say it ain't so." This is my last week of class so I won't have to hike up the slippery slopes around campus much longer. Sweet. By the way- some turd slammed into my locked bike. I feel like I already told this story. I guess I'm not over it yet. It's all winter's fault.
I need to get back to crafting. I went to the farmer's surplus today to get twine. It was a sight to see. Sometimes I fantasize about living in a rural area with my favorite boy and a couple of goats...or whatever livestock suits our fancy. But that's neither here nor there.
have a good week, little doves.
BLACKLIST FOREVER. 4.1.7!!!!!!!!!!!!! | | |
| It's 23 degrees outside. It's cold enough to know you're still kickin' and wish you were dead. Actually, it hasn't been TOO bad. I really think winter can be bearable when you have the proper clothes, which I haven't had before. There is ice everywhere and the paper route tomorrow is going to be less than tolerable, but, hey, what can you do? Nothing. Just do the dang thang.
I have two more weeks of class. Then I will prepare for yet another chapter in my life. Winter camping. Good friends, good beer. Community. ahhhhh.
I know I haven't had anything worth while to report lately, but I just feel like my life has been a wirlwind. AND I have been really negative and I am tired of reporting my negative attitude when things could be a lot worse. I don't want to get everyone else down, ya see?
Well, I really just wanted everyone to know I'm still here, boring as ever.
Grace and Peace,
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