March 2012
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February 2012
36 posts
had a midterm this morning, i think i did pretty well! such a relief, too. now onto the thesis critique paper that is due thursday. man it’s neverrrendinggg work being in university… but thank God otherwise i wouldn’t know what “you get what you put in” means. ah… i can’t believe third year is over in six and a half weeks.
anyway. there’s a meeting...
i trust people way too much for my own good.
“You made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.”
– Augustine
thetreestories:
oh my God, i am not, but You are.
if the psych department will let me write my summer stats exam on the first day of the exam period (august 18th) i will most likely be headed to mexico the next day for a week-long missions trip with my mom. i knew there would be a reason for this money i’m saving.
i am so incredibly excited and hopeful!
michael is currently in the kitchen making us some dinner. he bought roses and cupcakes and told me that i am not allowed to do any work tonight.
:) love him.
i am all over the place lately and i’m trying to hold it together because i don’t have time to be a mess now, don’t have time to draw a map of our chemistry and correlation and figure out if it’s negative or positive or weak or strong or
there is just no time.
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w00denheart asked: what was your fitness blog, pretty lady?
sorry i’ve pretty much been MIA, this week is kicking my ass. on the bright side:
Shad is performing in ottawa tomorrow night and I’M GOING TO SEE SHAD TOMORROW OKAY DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HAPPY I AM. i could marry the guy.
unreal stoked!
January 2012
66 posts
last night i caught up with a really good friend of mine and i was able to be honest about a lot of things going on in my head. it was unreal because she’s been thinking the same stuff. it was really awesome. good friends are something to be stoked on, seriously. i finished my essay tonight after work and now i’m at michael’s.
these next two days are going to be brutal with work...
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the architects // learn to live.
each-beat:
triggers and shaking hands and too many words telling me where the lines belong.
no one really wins this time
i used to think that the tiny diamond-shaped specs in my skin were the very dust from which i was created. i would say, mom look, i can see how He molded me together. things were so much easier back then. decisions were black and white and even ten years from then, love was enough to make it. now, though… i can’t believe after twenty one years it’s still this hard to put my head...
bonafidelovesong:
In the middle of the night, I am drawn to your heartbeat, merely because it is louder than any other sound and it is the most comforting of them all.
