the END of a hiatus
This is not a Real Life post. Hi, Real Life People!
This is an RP Status Post. Feel free to just keep swimming, or click on if you're interested!
This is an RP Status Post. Feel free to just keep swimming, or click on if you're interested!
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Every year today, since 2001, I make a point to stop. To look back over the pictures, to bow my head, to sift through my memories of that day and hold them closely - I never want to forget. And it's amazing how I remember events so clearly, I can unfold it like a map in my mind.
I haven't sat down yet today and looked through the pictures yet. But memory has been heavy on my heart for the past few days. In my student teaching, I am in a creative writing class, which I'll help teaching eventually. Right now my cooperating teacher has just begun the unit on poetry. I am not a poet. But good teaching can make you think you can do what you've tried and failed to do before. On Friday during the drive back from school, I had fragments of a thought burning in me, and after a walk I sat and wrote it down.
I think I'll put it here for today.
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I haven't sat down yet today and looked through the pictures yet. But memory has been heavy on my heart for the past few days. In my student teaching, I am in a creative writing class, which I'll help teaching eventually. Right now my cooperating teacher has just begun the unit on poetry. I am not a poet. But good teaching can make you think you can do what you've tried and failed to do before. On Friday during the drive back from school, I had fragments of a thought burning in me, and after a walk I sat and wrote it down.
I think I'll put it here for today.
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Birthday Sentences!
Happy Belated Birthday, Masa! ♥
See? It's a real heart. And I'm sorry, they came out. Not sentencey.
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See? It's a real heart. And I'm sorry, they came out. Not sentencey.
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"All of my memories lead me here"
It's not often I can wholeheartedly recommend a good rainy day book. Thirteenth Child by Patricia Wrede is the exception. It's only a few hours' read, but you'll wish it had a Part II in only the best way possible.
"Give me vision - to see things like you do"
The dread of the deed is oft greater than the deed itself.
I don't know where I remember that from, or even if I'm remembering it rightly, or if I'm remembering it at all and it's just one of those strange half-lines that my brain comes up with sometimes, but... in this case, it's certainly true.
At the very least, the deed is done, and the dread of it was entirely disproportionate.
I don't know where I remember that from, or even if I'm remembering it rightly, or if I'm remembering it at all and it's just one of those strange half-lines that my brain comes up with sometimes, but... in this case, it's certainly true.
At the very least, the deed is done, and the dread of it was entirely disproportionate.
"The single city in the desert lies - the vanity of an ancient king"
On recent world events - I have thoughts and I may soon write them down. That to say - this is not that.
This is a post about it going from upwards in the 70s yesterday to lower in the 40s today, and how it is rainy and gray. It's a steady sort of light rain that you hardly notice from inside, with wind that doesn't even come close to rattling the windows, but rather whirls around laden flower petals, lifting them briefly from their plastered state to smash them against steps and doors. However, when go for a walk in it, the light rain is constant, and overwhelming for just a jacket and a hood. And when you put up an umbrella, that 'barely there' breeze can strain the brackets and maneuver the rain in sneaky directions to hit you in the face regardless.
It was glorious anyway. The spring colors - fresh pinks and vivid blues - really pop against the gray. And the air felt clean and invigorating.
And even though the library did not have my book, I enjoyed my walk very much anyway.
This is a post about it going from upwards in the 70s yesterday to lower in the 40s today, and how it is rainy and gray. It's a steady sort of light rain that you hardly notice from inside, with wind that doesn't even come close to rattling the windows, but rather whirls around laden flower petals, lifting them briefly from their plastered state to smash them against steps and doors. However, when go for a walk in it, the light rain is constant, and overwhelming for just a jacket and a hood. And when you put up an umbrella, that 'barely there' breeze can strain the brackets and maneuver the rain in sneaky directions to hit you in the face regardless.
It was glorious anyway. The spring colors - fresh pinks and vivid blues - really pop against the gray. And the air felt clean and invigorating.
And even though the library did not have my book, I enjoyed my walk very much anyway.
Word of the Day and Procrastination
Dictionary.com Word of the Day: osmose: to gradually or unconsciously assimilate some principle or object.
...I did not know osmosis had a verb form. The following isn't really a story, but it is what it is.
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In other news - gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Guess I should... try to get on that, though. Considering what I just wrote and all. Let's see what I can get done before my haircut at three. -_-
...I did not know osmosis had a verb form. The following isn't really a story, but it is what it is.
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In other news - gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Guess I should... try to get on that, though. Considering what I just wrote and all. Let's see what I can get done before my haircut at three. -_-
Word of the Day
Dictionary.com Word of the Day:
Polymorphous: Having, assuming, or passing through many or various forms, stages, or the like.
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I know, I haven't done these in forever - and this turned into something weird. But I just wanted to write again. And 'polymorphous' wanted to be all 'butterflies' and 'water' and 'stages of life' and deep deep thoughts... and somehow whenever I try to be deep but am not really feeling deep it strikes me as ponderous. So it turned into Remy scheming. Because there's nothing ponderous about that. >.>
Polymorphous: Having, assuming, or passing through many or various forms, stages, or the like.
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I know, I haven't done these in forever - and this turned into something weird. But I just wanted to write again. And 'polymorphous' wanted to be all 'butterflies' and 'water' and 'stages of life' and deep deep thoughts... and somehow whenever I try to be deep but am not really feeling deep it strikes me as ponderous. So it turned into Remy scheming. Because there's nothing ponderous about that. >.>