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Mar. 8th, 2004
Bits of other people's journal...
Mar. 8th, 2004 04:04 pmpicture from the hubble and a picture by Van Gogh, in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
althaea's journal.
You know those days when you're not sure you ever quite woke up? Not like you're tired, or like things are strange, just like... everything only exists inside you. In your mind. [...] It's not a negative feeling. Not even really a detached one, though it certainly isn't about being involved in the world. It's kind of pleasant, actually. It's just like you're in your pajamas, wandering around your own house on a rainy Saturday morning.
They say, "When you hold a grudge, you're letting another person live rent-free in your head." What if it's not just a free tenant? What if it's... I don't know, a self-replicating virus of negativity? [...] Everyone knows that bad moods are contagious, and that they feed on themselves. But maybe that's good. Because if you can turn a bad mood on just by thinking bad things, you ought to be able to turn it off just as easily by NOT thinking bad things.
I'm never totally sure about dreams, you know, because there are plenty of times when they're as real or moreso than this whole LJ-writing existence. Sometimes they're like this life, like when I get up and have a blueberry muffin and then I wake up again and go to have a blueberry muffin but there aren't anymore because the last one has mysteriously vanished. Sometimes they're not, like when I defy gravity and phase through solid objects at will and it's just this thing, not even anything unusual, and I'm pretty sure I don't usually do that here.
These were fromstarandrea's journal.
So was this amusing conversation about the subtitles in the Passion movie.
(yes, I do adorestarandrea. And, except for my childhood friend who doesn't have a livejournal, she's the friend I've known the longest, ever.)
Finally, some quotes fromechospiralheart's journal:
Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and repeat to yourself, the most comforting words of all; This, too, shall pass.
"To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten." - Anonymous
"For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it. " - Ivan Panin
althaea's journal.You know those days when you're not sure you ever quite woke up? Not like you're tired, or like things are strange, just like... everything only exists inside you. In your mind. [...] It's not a negative feeling. Not even really a detached one, though it certainly isn't about being involved in the world. It's kind of pleasant, actually. It's just like you're in your pajamas, wandering around your own house on a rainy Saturday morning.
They say, "When you hold a grudge, you're letting another person live rent-free in your head." What if it's not just a free tenant? What if it's... I don't know, a self-replicating virus of negativity? [...] Everyone knows that bad moods are contagious, and that they feed on themselves. But maybe that's good. Because if you can turn a bad mood on just by thinking bad things, you ought to be able to turn it off just as easily by NOT thinking bad things.
I'm never totally sure about dreams, you know, because there are plenty of times when they're as real or moreso than this whole LJ-writing existence. Sometimes they're like this life, like when I get up and have a blueberry muffin and then I wake up again and go to have a blueberry muffin but there aren't anymore because the last one has mysteriously vanished. Sometimes they're not, like when I defy gravity and phase through solid objects at will and it's just this thing, not even anything unusual, and I'm pretty sure I don't usually do that here.
These were from
starandrea's journal.So was this amusing conversation about the subtitles in the Passion movie.
(yes, I do adore
starandrea. And, except for my childhood friend who doesn't have a livejournal, she's the friend I've known the longest, ever.)Finally, some quotes from
echospiralheart's journal:Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and repeat to yourself, the most comforting words of all; This, too, shall pass.
"To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten." - Anonymous
"For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it. " - Ivan Panin
Bits of other people's journal...
Mar. 8th, 2004 04:04 pmpicture from the hubble and a picture by Van Gogh, in althaea's journal.
You know those days when you're not sure you ever quite woke up? Not like you're tired, or like things are strange, just like... everything only exists inside you. In your mind. [...] It's not a negative feeling. Not even really a detached one, though it certainly isn't about being involved in the world. It's kind of pleasant, actually. It's just like you're in your pajamas, wandering around your own house on a rainy Saturday morning.
They say, "When you hold a grudge, you're letting another person live rent-free in your head." What if it's not just a free tenant? What if it's... I don't know, a self-replicating virus of negativity? [...] Everyone knows that bad moods are contagious, and that they feed on themselves. But maybe that's good. Because if you can turn a bad mood on just by thinking bad things, you ought to be able to turn it off just as easily by NOT thinking bad things.
I'm never totally sure about dreams, you know, because there are plenty of times when they're as real or moreso than this whole LJ-writing existence. Sometimes they're like this life, like when I get up and have a blueberry muffin and then I wake up again and go to have a blueberry muffin but there aren't anymore because the last one has mysteriously vanished. Sometimes they're not, like when I defy gravity and phase through solid objects at will and it's just this thing, not even anything unusual, and I'm pretty sure I don't usually do that here.
These were fromstarandrea's journal.
So was this amusing conversation about the subtitles in the Passion movie.
(yes, I do adorestarandrea. And, except for my childhood friend who doesn't have a livejournal, she's the friend I've known the longest, ever.)
Finally, some quotes fromechospiralheart's journal:
Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and repeat to yourself, the most comforting words of all; This, too, shall pass.
"To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten." - Anonymous
"For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it. " - Ivan Panin
althaea's journal.You know those days when you're not sure you ever quite woke up? Not like you're tired, or like things are strange, just like... everything only exists inside you. In your mind. [...] It's not a negative feeling. Not even really a detached one, though it certainly isn't about being involved in the world. It's kind of pleasant, actually. It's just like you're in your pajamas, wandering around your own house on a rainy Saturday morning.
They say, "When you hold a grudge, you're letting another person live rent-free in your head." What if it's not just a free tenant? What if it's... I don't know, a self-replicating virus of negativity? [...] Everyone knows that bad moods are contagious, and that they feed on themselves. But maybe that's good. Because if you can turn a bad mood on just by thinking bad things, you ought to be able to turn it off just as easily by NOT thinking bad things.
I'm never totally sure about dreams, you know, because there are plenty of times when they're as real or moreso than this whole LJ-writing existence. Sometimes they're like this life, like when I get up and have a blueberry muffin and then I wake up again and go to have a blueberry muffin but there aren't anymore because the last one has mysteriously vanished. Sometimes they're not, like when I defy gravity and phase through solid objects at will and it's just this thing, not even anything unusual, and I'm pretty sure I don't usually do that here.
These were from
starandrea's journal.So was this amusing conversation about the subtitles in the Passion movie.
(yes, I do adore
starandrea. And, except for my childhood friend who doesn't have a livejournal, she's the friend I've known the longest, ever.)Finally, some quotes from
echospiralheart's journal:Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and repeat to yourself, the most comforting words of all; This, too, shall pass.
"To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten." - Anonymous
"For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it. " - Ivan Panin
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Mar. 8th, 2004 07:27 pmIt is, in fact, not a very good idea to give into impulses to go to a forested location after work when one is exhausted and isn't intimately familiar with the route. On the plus side, being lost (on the way back - the way there was fine) wasn't as stressful as normal, and I got unlost without asking for directions or stopping to check one of my many maps. Took excessively long to get home, though!
Apparently, I ate boiled squirrel when very young, in Pennsylvania. I do not remember this, and was told by my younger sister (whose memory is scarily good, and from a really young age) that this is a good thing. It apparently is nasty.
Is strange to be reminded while conversing with my sister of precisely how well off we were _not_, while growing up. I never really noticed it, at the time, except for when I was attending a private high school, and had to deal with children who _were_ well off, financially. I mean, it makes _sense_ - 6 children are not cheap! But, weird.
Sometimes I forget that not everyone is fascinated by the very act of traveling. Completely aside from any eventual location or people to be met, I mean. The new sights, smells, places. Heck, I was excited to be in Phoenix, even though we didn't leave the airport.
It's like my confusion when I run into people who aren't voracious readers. I never know what to do with that, either.
Apparently, I ate boiled squirrel when very young, in Pennsylvania. I do not remember this, and was told by my younger sister (whose memory is scarily good, and from a really young age) that this is a good thing. It apparently is nasty.
Is strange to be reminded while conversing with my sister of precisely how well off we were _not_, while growing up. I never really noticed it, at the time, except for when I was attending a private high school, and had to deal with children who _were_ well off, financially. I mean, it makes _sense_ - 6 children are not cheap! But, weird.
Sometimes I forget that not everyone is fascinated by the very act of traveling. Completely aside from any eventual location or people to be met, I mean. The new sights, smells, places. Heck, I was excited to be in Phoenix, even though we didn't leave the airport.
It's like my confusion when I run into people who aren't voracious readers. I never know what to do with that, either.
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Mar. 8th, 2004 07:27 pmIt is, in fact, not a very good idea to give into impulses to go to a forested location after work when one is exhausted and isn't intimately familiar with the route. On the plus side, being lost (on the way back - the way there was fine) wasn't as stressful as normal, and I got unlost without asking for directions or stopping to check one of my many maps. Took excessively long to get home, though!
Apparently, I ate boiled squirrel when very young, in Pennsylvania. I do not remember this, and was told by my younger sister (whose memory is scarily good, and from a really young age) that this is a good thing. It apparently is nasty.
Is strange to be reminded while conversing with my sister of precisely how well off we were _not_, while growing up. I never really noticed it, at the time, except for when I was attending a private high school, and had to deal with children who _were_ well off, financially. I mean, it makes _sense_ - 6 children are not cheap! But, weird.
Sometimes I forget that not everyone is fascinated by the very act of traveling. Completely aside from any eventual location or people to be met, I mean. The new sights, smells, places. Heck, I was excited to be in Phoenix, even though we didn't leave the airport.
It's like my confusion when I run into people who aren't voracious readers. I never know what to do with that, either.
Apparently, I ate boiled squirrel when very young, in Pennsylvania. I do not remember this, and was told by my younger sister (whose memory is scarily good, and from a really young age) that this is a good thing. It apparently is nasty.
Is strange to be reminded while conversing with my sister of precisely how well off we were _not_, while growing up. I never really noticed it, at the time, except for when I was attending a private high school, and had to deal with children who _were_ well off, financially. I mean, it makes _sense_ - 6 children are not cheap! But, weird.
Sometimes I forget that not everyone is fascinated by the very act of traveling. Completely aside from any eventual location or people to be met, I mean. The new sights, smells, places. Heck, I was excited to be in Phoenix, even though we didn't leave the airport.
It's like my confusion when I run into people who aren't voracious readers. I never know what to do with that, either.
Phone Post - me singing Magic
Mar. 8th, 2004 07:37 pm[Bad username or site: wispfox' phonepostid='2 @ livejournal.com]
(FYI - I listened to this on the phone, but not here, so hopefully it's at least somewhat understandable. And now, I run away from severe shyness. It's weird, because I'm _not_ shy about singing in person!)
(FYI - I listened to this on the phone, but not here, so hopefully it's at least somewhat understandable. And now, I run away from severe shyness. It's weird, because I'm _not_ shy about singing in person!)
Phone Post - me singing Magic
Mar. 8th, 2004 07:37 pm[Bad username or site: wispfox' phonepostid='2' / @ livejournal.com]
(FYI - I listened to this on the phone, but not here, so hopefully it's at least somewhat understandable. And now, I run away from severe shyness. It's weird, because I'm _not_ shy about singing in person!)
(FYI - I listened to this on the phone, but not here, so hopefully it's at least somewhat understandable. And now, I run away from severe shyness. It's weird, because I'm _not_ shy about singing in person!)