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home again home again

well, I’m home-ish. The semester is over. 

life has been busy. I’ve been to OBC twice already. 

I miss people. 

Dairy Week is next week. 

The class I’m taking is boring. 

I made my sister buy dial for our bathroom. 

I love old people. 

That is all. 

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oh finals week begins

A blog entry eh… I suppose I ought to write one.

Last weekend was tons o’ fun. I doubt it can be topped this weekend, especially since two of my favorite people won’t even be here. Oh well. We went to the mall, Chuck E. Cheese, and Borders. Then I cooked for people and we just hung out. I spent twelve straight hours with people. That’s a really long time. Overall, it was just a lot of fun.

This week is/will be weird. Finals start. Today is study day. Last night I went to Starbucks and studied/did work… for maybe 2.5 hours, with a few distractions. It was good. I wrote a poem.

We ran out of soap in our bathroom so instead of the dispenser kind we have liquid Dial antibacterial hand soap. I love it so much. It reminds me of camp. Smells really get to me: I think it’s my favorite sense because it brings back memories so often. Certain smells are just amazing.

I’m kind of sad for this semester to end. It will be weird not having Shay and Emmy down the hall. But I’m excited for the townhouse.

I’m also excited for OBC! It will be pretty much fantastic. I might see Chief and Sunshine in less than two weeks! (If they ask me to work the Ladies’ Retreat or Memorial Day weekend.)

Anyway, I should get some more work done. Have a fantastic day.

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Like the Water

by Wendell Berry

Like the water
of a deep stream,
love is always too much.
We did not make it.
Though we drink till we burst,
we cannot have it all,
or want it all.
In its abundance
it survives our thirst.

In the evening we come down to the shore
to drink our fill,
and sleep,
while it flows
through the regions of the dark.
It does not hold us,
except we keep returning to its rich waters

We enter,
willing to die,
into the commonwealth of its joy.

I like this poem a lot, if only because it talks about love without being the cliche, overly romantic, only between lovers type of love poem. Plus the author was recommended to me by someone I consider a pretty good friend. And it’s so true.

I feel like I am capable of love. I didn’t used to, or at least I haven’t for a while. But this year has been amazing, in so many ways. I am honestly in a great place, emotionally. A year ago (or in about a month it will be a year ago) I was not ok emotionally. I was totally done with the whole “feelings” thing. I didn’t feel. Anything. But last summer and slowly over the last two semesters, I have come to a place where if you asked me to tell you the names of friends that I love, I might need both hands to count them. And any time that I spend with them is like the water, very satisfying, but never enough, never more than I need. I will always be thirsty again.

Just thought I’d get that off my chest. Good night, sweet dreams, etc.

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I have a bruise on my left arm and other musings.

I have a bruise on my left arm. Two actually. I’m not sure where they came from.

Yesterday, I realized that this kid who lives in my building is also in my class. I recognized his orange and gray sneakers that sit two rows over and two rows up from me as they walked out of my residence hall.

My Victorian Literature professor keeps his change in his left pocket. I know this because he was jangling it today in class. I wonder if he’s left handed.

That is all. Good night.