Slow down, you're movin' too fast

"That says a lot about life, and about cat massage."

And it took a long time, but I came clean with myself

I have a lot to get done before tomorrow. But I just wanted to take a moment to, well, I dunno actually.

I just deleted a whole long thing I started to write because I didn't know why I was writing about it on here. It wasn't a matter of being too personal, even though it was, because I'm not worried about being personal with anyone who reads this. Rather, it was about things that need to be said in conversation or in my own head. Mostly in my own head.

So...what else did I have left to say.

I love the movie Stardust.

I think that was pretty much it.

Since it's Christmas, let's be glad

Even if your life's been bad. Here's to hoping it can get a little better. Merry Christmas everyone! (i.e., my two readers. Maybe three...MaryLynn? You there?)
I don't know why this picture is sideways. Oh well. These are the egg ornaments left after the art sale. I'm surprised no one bought "Lovebirds" (upper right), but I'm kind of glad I still have that one. It's darling. And the reason they're not hanging on a tree is because mom said we're not putting up the tree this year.
I felt a huge sense of accomplishment after painstakingly icing and sprinkling each cookie individually until I looked over at the counter and saw about 100 more un-iced cookies.
So I said a big, "screw that!"
Playin' favorite Christmas hymns.This reminds me of a monster with a million eyes. Or a plate of bacteria colonies. I probably spent too much time in the lab this semester.When I was in 8th grade and in my phase of reading about obsessive-compulsive disorder, I read that OCD is never really cured, but rather it may be expressed differently over a person's life. Well. At least I don't have to step on every floor tile in a room, or sit on every chair I see, or hoard scraps of fabric and pieces of plastic, or swing the poster on my wall 10 times before going to bed...and then realizing that I had to compensate for all the nights I hadn't done that and consequently staying up late, swinging the poster over and over and over again...yes. At least I'm not crazy anymore.Huh. Actually, the evidence may be inconclusive.

So, to sum up: Merry Christmas! And remember when I had OCD as a kid? And if I could, I think I'd wear those glasses all the time.

You know our hearts beat time, they're waiting for something that'll never arrive

I figure it would be nice to have some goals over Christmas break. Here's what I started to come up with today on my walk:

1. Take ridiculously long walks (e.g., to Central Library downtown, to Highland/Minnehaha falls, Como Park/Zoo, to the Mississippi) and think about God, like old times
2. Bake a chocolate babka (after Korea)
3. Choreograph a tap routine to "U Can't Touch This"
4. Sew that dress that I got a pattern and fabric for a while ago
5. Don't get hit by a car
6. Apply to my REUs (how exciting!)
7. Start including hymns that have more than one flat or sharp in the key signature in my piano sight-reading practice
8. Learn the French for the Poulenc "La Courte Paille"
9. Read like 50 books, give or take a few
10. Pick up from where I left off in teaching myself to do a handstand
11. In a similar vein, restore my flexibility so I can do the splits again
12. Add some embellishments to the collage I made this summer
13. Watch some favorite movies...Spinal Tap, Spirited Away, Nausicaa, Wayne's World
14. Spend one full day in a bathrobe

You know, in case I'm worried about losing ambition.

This is the irrational season, when love blooms bright and wild

Sigh.

I could dance all night, I could dance all night

My favorite Christmas piece:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WSbq3TCcd0

I want to run and keep running until I reach an open field in Western Minnesota, and I will lie down in the field and my body will be flattened and stretched until it covers every deserted place in the world, and I will sink into the ground and become that sum of places.

There is danger in the night

Yesterday I discovered something. Next to "THE TRIANGLE OF THEFT" is a note that says, "ONLY YOU CAN REMOVE THE OPPORTUNITY."

Opportunity! That's what's missing!

Finals week. A time to wrap up loose ends.

On another note, I have had a series of disastrous dreams. Three nights ago, it was a collapsed roof, a flood, and a shooting. Two nights ago, it was a robbery. And last night, it was a pair of serial killers and a war. It's feeling terribly ominous. I suppose I'll wait and see what happens.

The gray sky fell, we felt the pressure drop

I have learned something: retrospect makes the heart grow fonder.

I have also realized that this is dangerous for me.

Every day in the tunnel, I pass by a display about campus robberies, and it has a sign that says, "THE TRIANGLE OF THEFT." It looks like this:


And every day, I wonder what the third point of the triangle of theft is. I'm tempted to think it's "neglect."

Come on back to me, reality

This morning I woke up with a start, a question burning in my mind.

Why was the macarena such a big deal in elementary school?

I think that's all I have to say about my day today. Oh, except that I was going to take a picture of the ten Ukrainian egg ornaments I made for the art sale as a Christmas present to my blog, but I forgot. I'll make more! Better ones! I should make some for presents, anyway.

But then shall I know even as also I am known

I like when we have choir concerts because they allow me to fulfill one of my deepest desires: to wear black nylons with no pants.

I also like the singing. Actually, I think my favorite part of the Christmas concert might be the artwork.

One more thing. I have found that 2 things are the height of comedy to me:
1. Sudden head movements
2. Large, slow moving things
Almost without fail, these things will make me laugh my special laugh.