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Love brings out the silliest talk in the sanest of people. I used to make fun of these outbursts of stupidity. I still do, actually. Just not in the same way as before.

Love truly must be akin to madness.




A more appropriate New Year's Eve post will follow at some point. :)
clothofdreams: (us)
Love brings out the silliest talk in the sanest of people. I used to make fun of these outbursts of stupidity. I still do, actually. Just not in the same way as before.

Love truly must be akin to madness.




A more appropriate New Year's Eve post will follow at some point. :)
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I confess it.
(And those who already guessed at this confession are hereby permitted to gloat.)


I am in what may be generally recognized as a courtship with the best of men, and I could not be more happy.



Details might follow at some point. ;)
clothofdreams: (Default)
I confess it.
(And those who already guessed at this confession are hereby permitted to gloat.)


I am in what may be generally recognized as a courtship with the best of men, and I could not be more happy.



Details might follow at some point. ;)

odd

Jan. 29th, 2003 08:17 pm
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Transparency is surprisingly comfortable.

odd

Jan. 29th, 2003 08:17 pm
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Transparency is surprisingly comfortable.

things

Jan. 23rd, 2003 10:22 pm
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Life is full and beautiful. The air outside is frigid, the trees bare, and the grass whithered, but the stars are brilliant, and the clouds shine with the soft light of the moon. I'm two weeks into the semester, and I could not be happier. Which doesn't really make sense, given the stresses that beat upon my frame daily, but there it is. Joy fills my heart and I am glad just to be alive.

***


This weekend I'm going off-campus with the university choir for a little retreat: a time of bonding, fellowship, music, and of course much fun. It is good to get away every so often, if only for a little while. It is best to get away with friends.

***


I have done it. I have become fascinated with the work of Chris Rice. Yes, I know: I surprise myself, too, though I'm not sure why I had decided that I probably would not like his music that well. Perhaps the taste of my older brother influencing mine. Very likely. But so things stand: a few days ago I heard, for the first time, a good representation of all he has composed, and was intrigued. And now, listening to track after track, I find that the fascination goes deeper. I might even have to break down and buy a CD. heheh

***


A line from Bethany's journal caught my attention:

...A love once new has now grown old...

I imagine that the older it waxes, the more beautiful and precious it becomes.

things

Jan. 23rd, 2003 10:22 pm
clothofdreams: (Default)
Life is full and beautiful. The air outside is frigid, the trees bare, and the grass whithered, but the stars are brilliant, and the clouds shine with the soft light of the moon. I'm two weeks into the semester, and I could not be happier. Which doesn't really make sense, given the stresses that beat upon my frame daily, but there it is. Joy fills my heart and I am glad just to be alive.

***


This weekend I'm going off-campus with the university choir for a little retreat: a time of bonding, fellowship, music, and of course much fun. It is good to get away every so often, if only for a little while. It is best to get away with friends.

***


I have done it. I have become fascinated with the work of Chris Rice. Yes, I know: I surprise myself, too, though I'm not sure why I had decided that I probably would not like his music that well. Perhaps the taste of my older brother influencing mine. Very likely. But so things stand: a few days ago I heard, for the first time, a good representation of all he has composed, and was intrigued. And now, listening to track after track, I find that the fascination goes deeper. I might even have to break down and buy a CD. heheh

***


A line from Bethany's journal caught my attention:

...A love once new has now grown old...

I imagine that the older it waxes, the more beautiful and precious it becomes.

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