Little Boxes

I like to compartmentalize my things: these papers go into this envelope, these toiletries go on this shelf, these socks go into this drawer.

That's all fine and dandy, but what do you do with all the items that are intangible? Where do you put those?

To be honest, I am not an organized person. I have the capacity to be extremely detailed and organized, but it takes me a lot of time. It doesn't come naturally, and I often get distracted in the process.

If the outer appearance of my room reflects the workings of my mind, then everything's a hot mess. Some things are in place, but most things are just scattered about. Some items are set in place and tidy, but all around it, there's chaos. Maybe my mind is the same way. Some ideas are set in stone, but all around there's a mess, and things that should be put in drawers are on shelves and things that should be on shelves are scattered in boxes.

I sure could use CLEAN HOUSE to come and save the day...

Exhaustion

Wow, am I tired! And yet, I'm not sleeping. No, sir, not me. I'm in my third semester, wondering where time went by, and feeling like I have nothing in me left to give. And yet, I'm still here, and still in it to win it. I even went to comp. elective and tried to work out some kinks in a song I've been neglecting.

I have an ulcer in my mouth- the type of canker sore that you get because you haven't gotten enough sleep. Yesterday, I had a mini-panic-attack after a nap because when I woke up, I thought I was in my parents' living room in SC, and was freaking about how I would get back to school. Then a couple hours after that, out of pure exhaustion and tiredness, I vomitted up a perfectly good pastrami and provolone sandwich. I'm a little bitter about that because I was pretty hungry after upchucking, but didn't even have the strength to fill the void after it was emptied from me.

You know, I didn't realize how wonderful and awful this could be, but I am glad to have this experience. It's been one heckuva ride, and I'm not sure what I'll do when it's over.

Rest Now, Kitty

Eponine ELIZABETH Feagin

April 15, 2009

Eponine lived a heroic life, fighting for the revolution of love. She was a martyr. She faced the scares of Northcott boys chasing her about. She bravely battled all the insults that came her way with poise and dignity. She endured a host of fleas feeding on her, scratching calmly, waiting patiently for the Huntington House to be bombed and advantaged.

She taught us so much. She taught us the value of a good pair of shoes. She taught us how to be patient with pesky little sisters who wanted to pounce on our tails. She taught us that snuggling is a cure all. And she taught us to indulge in treats that life gives us.

We know that Jesus' arms are strong enough, and that He's carrying her to a land where treatie weeties flow.

Rest In Peace, Dear Eppie.

Spring and Sophie

I wish the weather would make up its mind on whether it wants to be winter or spring. Trees are blooming, but cold winds are blowing strong. In the morning, it's frigid, and by noon, it's sweltering.

On a completely different note, Sophie, my cat, was probably born on this day, three years ago. Right now, she got her claws stuck on my leotard and is walking around with a leotard stuck to her foot. Time goes by, and only a few things change...