Bookworm, fiddler, Japanese-Canadian, writer.
Wed
Feb
18
1.) ban myself from Facebook for a WEEK. I seriously never used to log on (I still hate it). Why am I such a masochistic addict?
2.) stop worrying about a certain issue that’s NEVER going to resolve. Just let it be…
3.) take my conversational French class a tad more seriously—if this upcoming test grade won’t do it for me :O
4.) pray more
5.) get off the candy splurge—since when do I eat chocolate???
Fri
Jan
30
i can strip off my jacket outside; it’s not blaringly sunny, and the sky still retains a bit of its somberness in which i’m immensely enraptured.
i hear from old friends, not the sort who i conducted a casual acquaintance with and could forget in the blink of an eye, but cherished friendships, the sort that, via letters and get-togethers, i could see myself talking to, praying for, and hearing from over the course of a lifetime.
i see people waving and smiling. like blair said on monday, it’s all about the little things that can make a day. i find that when someone says my name, my spirit skyrockets, whether or not i was already in a good mood.
i find more and more quotes in my now-beloved ‘jane eyre.’ i am falling in love with, not the classic mr. rochester, but the idea of st. john. i’m weird, i know. this isn’t the first literary (and thus, unfortunately, fictitious) character i’ve fallen in love with, you know.
i watch how a room changes. i’ve been sitting in hale library since 1:30. it is now almost 4. people come, people go. some sit down, others wander aimlessly. the room is still the same, but the atmosphere, the sounds, even the way the walls breathe, all changes depending on its content.
“ Don’t cling so tenaciously to ties of the flesh; save your constancy and ardour for an adequate cause; forbear to waste them on trite transient objects.
St. John, from Jane Eyre
ragout
Sitting in Intro to Lit, discussing Jane Eyre, laughing with the few guys at the table (always fewer guys than girls in an English class, but English major guys are cool!)
Suddenly this name “ragout” comes up. Mr. Rochester is using it as an insult.
Assignment: bring a definition of ‘ragout’ for the class.
Every definition I came up with: French stew nixing the meat.
Although, Kait, I definitely think you should check out this website I found. Yes, it is an actual blog, and people are discussing this:
http://crookedtimber.org/2008/03/18/an-outing-for-trolls-and-sockpuppeteers/
Mon
Jan
26
“ hello.” “hello.” “say, i was wondering…” “what?” “sorry. i—i was wondering if you’d like to dance.” “why not?
The Painted Veil
Life-changing.
Suddenly I realize that
There is more to life than ambitions, self-constructed plans.
A day serving others is a day not wasted,
And the true test of love is forgiveness and endurance.
