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...

Little Sister's Ramblings

Little sister, come and sit beside me, beside me. And we'll play a tune on this piano forte, just for a while, just for a while, just for a while...

Birthday season is coming up for my sister and me. She's two years and four days older than me. As kids, my sis delighted in the four days that she was three years older than me.

This picture was taken 20 years ago. 20 years have passed, and we're going to be together again for our birthdays... well, technically, it's a little before our birthdays, but it's around the same time. It really makes me think about how brief the time is.

My big sister, my hero, my enemy, my best friend, my second mom, my only sister. I used to cry when she went away on school trips, and get so jealous when she did better than me at everything. I resented being in her shadow, and at the same time I looked up to her so much. We were so close when we were younger.

We're not as close now that we're so much farther apart- in both location and paths of life. In some ways, I feel like I know her better than I know myself, and other times, it's like we're strangers. At any rate, it's very nice that we'll be able to be together again... just for a while, just for a while, just for a while...

Happy Birthday To Us Both!!!

Tick-Tock...

There goes a decade, a century, millenium...

As I look at old pictures, I can't help but feel slightly stunned. Where did that time go? It seems as if I just got to New York City, but as soon as May rolls around, which is only in three more months, I will have been here for a year. Time keeps tick-tocking, and I wonder if that was really me living. I don't remember it.

But the past is gone and done, and I only have today. So what am I going to do with this day that I'm given? When I was eighteen, I was all about carpe diem and seizing the day. When I was eighteen, I wrote: "I want to live. I want to live like life has a meaning. Yes. It has a meaning."

I'm coming to the realization that everyday should be special. Every moment is chockfull of purpose and meaning if we live. I don't want to waste my time in this life. I want to live as if everyday were a day like no other. I want to have an extraordinary life, and I don't want this time in New York City- the city that I used to dream about living in- to be wasted. I want to look back and rather than wonder where the time went, I want to rejoice in having lived such a full and meaningful life.

Hello, there, new day...

Surprised by Joy

Mariah Joy Long- February 13, 2009

Welcome to the world, baby girl!

Groundhog Day Story

Six More Weeks

"Six more weeks of winter," she moaned and raised up her fist into the February sky as though she were protesting the groundhog's prediction. Down fell the crystals of snow, rapid and thick, apathetic to her complaint. Seeing that her outcry wasn't having any influence, she pulled her brown coat closer to her chest and shivered.

She couldn't help feeling a little resentful towards that little Punxsutawney critter who cursed the weather. It had been such a long cold winter, and six more weeks seemed like an eternity. If she were still living in the south, it wouldn't have really mattered to her, but now that she was northbound, her teeth began to chatter just thinking about the weeks to come.

She sighed and watched her visible breath, forming a cloud around her face. The street was quiet, and she consoled herself by reminding herself that the walk to her apartment was very short. She took comfort in the thought of the cup of hot chocolate and the apple pie a la mode that awaited her at home. She looked up at the trees covered with the soft snow, and she grudgingly had to admit that she was in a winter wonderland. She was able to forgive the detestable cold, but only because it was beautiful. She even gave up her diabolical plan to kidnap little groundhog Phil, and hold him for a million dollar ransom.

Maybe next winter, she wouldn't be so nice...

The End.