wish for it...

If I were to wish for something,
I would wish not for wealth or power
but for the passion of possibility,
for the eye, eternally young, eternally ardent,
that sees possibility everywhere
[kierkegaard]

thank you, lizzie...

"You are then resolved to have him?"
"I have said no such thing. I am only resolved to act in that manner, which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or to any person so wholly unconnected with me."
pride and prejudice

reinventing emily...

Same interior. Updated exterior.

emily and hannah

And my life as an emo skater chick.

'maybe you're more punk than you thought!' - trin

into the wardrobe...

While you're waiting for the new Narnia themed rant post, play with a freaking cool map! Complete with pictures and music. Oh, yeah.

friday...

There's a time for sadness, yet there is also a time for rejoicing. And last night was definitely a night of rejoicing and good times.

This has been such a excellent week. I was only submerged in homesickness once - yesterday afternoon - but I was surrounded with such amazing people and silly antics that I survived. The decisions being made are hard, but I feel an amazing peace so far. Lord, lead me to a clear and obvious path.

After Bible study, I had an impromptu interpretive dance party in my room. Those are always pretty great. I think I'm getting really good because of ballet, too [oooooor not]. My Little [emily breiner, my clone and gorgeous amazing friend] and I had dinner with a bunch of crazy people. Friday night dinners are always scrounged from the depths of Saga's worst, but when you're with good people, food is fun! We ended up sitting at the table and talking and throwing carrots for a good hour after the scrounging ceased.

Kathryn Williams looks almost exactly like my sister Hannah. She even acts like her, too [cute and innocent looking, but really mischievous]. Since I don't have a cute picture of K, I will just post one of her Portland twin.


I love Freshmen like K and e, they make me feel like a big sis again. It's a really important feeling.

The three of us danced over to the library, [which was naturally empty on a Friday evening] and provided some much needed entertainment for the poor working-on-a-friday librarians. We sat on the counters, played hangman, ran around and jumped out at each other from behind shelves, checked out massive amounts of dvds by ourselves, ['oooh, can i scan that?'] and were generally loud and hilarious.

On a sudden wind of passion [as opposed to the steady drone of reason...thanks dr schlueter], we were drawn to a practice room in Howard, where K produced tones of glory from the piano and E produced...noise from her vocal chords. I heart Norah Jones music and old big band era songs.

It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.

Meanwhile, back in 202...while putting in a dvd, I noticed that 12 year old kids were playing on Jeopardy. Did you know that it's a lot more fun to watch when you actually know most of the answers? I was appalled at their basic lack of American Government knowledge ['your mom goes to teenpact], but other than that they were cute. I totally could have won, though.

I watched Bend it Like Beckham with em [she's little e. i'm big E, in case you haven't noticed already] and Amber while Turing our skin and lips to satin [thanks to mary kay]. After it was over, I purchased the soundtrack. Indian dance parties coming soon!

Hannah and I then got dolled up [i was such a bum all week] and, complete with newly shorn bangs, headed up to IV Coffeehouse. We skipped back home under the stars and finished off the night with some Blue Bunny and the Marx Brothers. I'm glad that Hannah laughs outloud at movies.

The trees are finally catching on fire. Hillsdale really is lovely in the fall.

['...and two hard boiled eggs']

life story...

Life is all at once so difficult and wonderful. So fragile and at the same time so strong. It's so quickly wasted or ended, yet some days still seem to drag on.

Lord, teach me to count the days
teach me to make the days count

Baby Faith Felicity's short story has not ended. It began yesterday; it will continue to be told so that generations may understand His wonderous love.

this is my story, this is my song
praising my savior all the day long

Please pray for Kimmy and Joel Harris, the Harris and Paul families, and our church family. Take a moment to praise your Savior, wherever you're sitting right now. Notice a breath, a laugh, a tear. This is real.

[i just want to go home. has He called me so far away so i can appreciate them more? will He ever call me back?]

*deep breath*
Further up and deeper in, my friends.

my brother, the moralist...

Pay attention, kids. This could save your life someday.
I think maybe this boy should be a teacher. I know you want him to teach your children someday.
Names have not been changed to protect...anyone.

Jonathan M, 26.9.05

Once upon a time a long time ago (well, I guess it wasn't that long ago it was tomorrow actually.) There was a Cake-man who lived on Drury Lane next to the Muffin Man.

Anyway, the cake-man was eating cake in his little cake-shop when in walked a customer, "I wanna buy a cake," said the creature in a high pitched voice. "What kind of cake do you want?" said the cake-man. "I don't know," said the gnome.

"We have chocolate cakes, ice-cream cakes, strawberry cakes, lemon cakes, wedding cakes, rice cakes, sour cakes, sweet cakes, seed cakes, pancakes, delicious cakes, yucky cakes, carrot cakes, pink cakes, black cakes, white cakes, blue cakes, yellow cakes, green cakes, orange cakes, lime cakes, mango cakes, Swedish cakes, German cakes, English cakes, big cakes, little cakes, fat cakes, skinny cakes, low fat cakes, high fat cakes, low carb cakes, high carb cakes, pretty cakes, ugly cakes, bland cakes, flavorful cakes, happy cakes, sad cakes, leftovercakes, apple cakes, pineapple cakes, tiny cakes, huge cakes, cakes as big as a..."

The gnome ran round and round screaming "eeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeee!" Then his head cought fire and he blew up.

And the moral of the story is never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever say "I don't know what kind of cake" to a cake-man.

the end.

patterns...

They mowed the field behind McIntyre today.

Now I can look out the window and see an expanse of big light and dark green stripes. It looks so pretty that I don't even mind that they woke me up early on my only morning to sleep in...

I like patterns.

I also like this picture of Talitha and me, all dressed up for the Arabic party:

we're probably the hottest bible study leaders on campus

she thinks my tractor's...

And what good would a county fair be without those tractors? That's right, Kronk, "no good at all."

alisa, audge, katie, mary, and emily

joel

hi-o, silver!

road rage, hillsdale style.

alisa finds a rat

and what girl hasn't always dreamed of a yellow mustang?

play that country music, white boy...

Hillsdale county boasts "the most popular fair on Earth." No one can tell me how they calculated this title, but somehow, it doesn't really matter. I had a great time.

We never quite made it to the rabbits or cows. Or anything besides elephant ears and tractors, actually. A very strange and wonderful series of events brought about a quite enjoyable and unexpected evening...

katie, audree, and mary

after apparently shooting herself in the foot, wendy redeemed herself with free tickets to the concert. i used my pushy northwesterner skills to get us enough for the whole group. this goes to show you that a. country music stars will do anything for coffee, b. katie will do anything for southern boys, and c. four cute girls can get anything they want if they're willing to run around like crazy and beg.

i need to go to more concerts with audree, cause she knows how to dance and yell. i believe that both of these skills are necessary for a good concert time. i really wanted to go explain that to the two young amish couples sitting a couple of rows away from us. i didn't even catch a smile. i really hope they got what they expected. it made me laugh and wish i could have taken their picture without them noticing.

clay walker, the keith urban of late nineties country. he was one of the first artists that i could sing along with during my earliest introductions to country.

two suckers for a man in a cowboy hat...actually, we were making fun of him the whole night. from our free 12th row center seats!

fun times, country style. he played a good set, brought in trick pony for 'sweet home alabama' [just for kate, i'm sure] and 'play that funky music, white boy' ["oh, did he write that song, too?" - alisa]. he also talked about kate and the coffee adventures! i have a famous friend! we all stood up and screamed, and his band waved.

alisa, katie, and joel, with some love from the fiddle player

oh, you're breakin' my heart...[okay, i'll admit it. clay walker was the first country star i had a celebrity crush on]