I'm fifteen and a half as of yesterday. I hate that. I really don't want to drive. *sigh* Anyways, tomorrow is my one-year Lit Net birthday, and I know this sounds strange, but I was thinking about it and it gave me time to reflect on how I was a year ago. (ha ha, so dramatic) I was a sad, time-lost soul. More so than now. For most people, it's beneficial for them to listen to classical music. For me, it's more destructive. I still get very sad that I didn't live at Versailles, (though ...
This weekend (Friday - Monday) I am completely alone in our apartment. My boyfriend, whom I live with, is in Gothenburg because of a work he got there over the weekend. So I am home alone, and I have very mixed feelings about that. I like privacy, having time for myself and catching up with school. But I don't like the silence, the fact that it's much colder inside and I don't like to sleep alone either. Last night I turned around in bed to say "Good night, Anton" but there was no one ...
The way I wanted this next poem to look wouldn't work on here for some reason so I made a picture of it instead-
It's been rather a while since I posted, hasn't it? Life is busy and exciting and God is eternally good. . I'm at the library again, listening to Celtic Woman singing their Christmas songs. I LOVE Celtic Woman! Last week they had a bigger than usual booksale here. The last hour they had a brown bag sale -- three bucks for a whole paper bag full of books! I got TWELVE lovely old books (only three of which were paperback.) Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, 5 Harvard Classics, History ...
Fire Set fire to my heart, Lord, There is a spark there hidden in the depths of my soul Make it grow,Lord, Set it ablaze that I may never be the same Set fire to my life,Lord Let others see the light of you inside me Take your flint of power and send flames into my life Set fire to me I want to burn for you.
Updated 12-20-2008 at 09:56 PM by AdoreroDio