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Sunday, 01 April 2007

  • nice day

    haven't posted on here in awhile, this is a copy from my myspace blog...

     

    so today was pretty nice... did church in the morning, stressful because of the new keyboard/synthesizer they had me try out...spent 3 hours working on it yesterday.  but all went well this morning... 

    had a nap this afternoon, in which i had a strange dream about a tornado coming; actually there were two.  but i was at my old house in utah, in my granny's room, with her.  the tornadoes were coming, and i looked out the window and saw one, which looked like a bunch of black circles as it went over.  then the other one came, and the house went up with it i guess, like in the wizard of oz.  then i think something hit me on the head, and i passed out and then woke up in my dream crying... not sobbing like dane cook "i did my best" but just tears pouring out, and i was asking granny where mom and dad and riley were, which was weird cuz i thought i was much younger, thus i wouldn't have had riley, but oh well.  and she's like, i had to bury them, haven't you buried anyone before?  and i was going towards the light, i.e. i guess i was dying in my dream, and she caught my sleeve to pull me back, and i said, don't you want to come with me?  and went back towards the light.... then i woke up.  thinking, wow that's a sad dream everyone died.  

    in my other dream last night, it was christmas time and everyone was at the house, but then it shifted to like camp, and i was introducing one of my friends to laura, and then was mad she didn't want to be my partner for some game, lol...  then i didn't get the puzzle that everyone else was working on, and the one thing i remember saying in that dream was, "that's ok, i enjoy just playing mind games anyway..."  lol.  then the puzzle turned out to be some logic puzzle about how many bottles of shampoo the blonde stole or something, one of those elimination puzzles.  weird...

    anyway.  nearly had a breakdown this afternoon as i tried to mow the lawn.  almost pushed that damn mower into the pond...stupid mower.  i hate mowing the lawn here, because it is texas and not really a lawn.  my lawn consists of tufts of grass and oddly shaped mounds of dirt.  i can't push it around, i have to stop and start...thus i really can only tell where i've previously mowed by inspecting tire tracks in the dirt.  anyway, my mower would start and die, start and die.  checked the gas, oil, did the priming... so i finally gave up and called dad, who was like, check the air filter...  um, ok, yeah i know where that is...  but i found it, got it cleaned, stuck it back in, and....TA-DA!  success!  totally had a beer on the front porch to celebrate my victory after i finished mowing...   well, not really a beer, a smirnoff, cuz i don't like beer, but beer just sounds more manly/triumphant...  :)

    so...did my fafsa for the upcoming year, sent my information to 5 different schools cuz i really don't know what i'm doing, just know i'm pretty much ready to move.  yep. 

    enough.  :)

Friday, 24 November 2006

  • wow it's been a really long time since i've written in here. i needed to write in there though because my myspace has lately become the most popular of my writing outlets. and i don't really need certain people reading this one.

    so i've really been kinda pissed off and having problems lately. i really think that mostly it's about graduating. i'm basically freaked out of my mind cuz i don't want school to end and things to change. i've put off change long enough that i don't think i'm going to get into grad school for the spring, it'll be the fall, but i want to apply to a few different schools than just texas tech. i get nervous thinking about a new school, and possibly a new location. so my mental state is already somewhat shaken currently.

    then on top of all that, my mom has really been pushing me lately. nearly every conversation has some warning in it, something i'm not doing well enough, or something else i need to be doing. i didn't write about this cuz i mainly told people about it, but my mom sent me a big huge newspaper foldout about underage drinking. (although i'm freaking 23) DESPITE the fact that the last time she was here i had removed any and all alcohol from my house because she had basically thrown a fit about it and said she was gonna throw me out of the house if i kept drinking. so the foldout came in the mail and i was like, are you kidding me? then i started thinking, 'you really think i'm that bad mom? do you have any idea? you want me to be bad? ok fine...if that's what you really want..' and i totally had a flashback to when i was 14 or 15 and all the crap started with my poor choices... it was because my parents thought i was SO horrible of a person, when i really hadn't started doing anything. i basically gave up and was like, fine, you already think i'm doing all this horrible stuff, so i might as well just do it. and those were the thoughts that were going through my head as i looked at this foldout thing. talk about a flashback.

    then, on top of that... i went to my sister's house for thanksgiving. and basically as soon as i walk in the door, her husband corners me and asks me to change my clothes because they were "inappropriate." my outfit consisted of flip-flops, a calf-length black skirt, an undershirt, a t-shirt, and a scarf. what was so outrageous about this outfit? the fact that my t-shirt and scarf had skulls printed on them. i understand that he has the right to set rules in his household. however, i don't really think that the second i walk in the door is really the right time to broach the subject with me. and even that wouldn't have really bothered me all that much but today was somewhat the icing on the cake. we were sitting there watching the football game and (bad thing number 1, interrupting the football game) he asks, "so did you make a conscious choice to reject God or is it just something that creeps in over time?" i was like, "uh, excuse me? i don't believe i've rejected God, it's more like church (organized religion)has really been more of a bad influence in my life than a good influence...(trailing off)" and he says, "well, i just know there's certain things in your life that aren't very Godly...like the drinking..." i say, "i think that's totally been blown out of proportion." and he says, "well, would you say that there are certain bad things that you enjoy doing even though you know they're harmful?" i was just so taken aback by this line of questioning, that i just trailed off again, and made my getaway to the restroom. anyway. i was upset and then i started thinking, "oh, that's great, now i'm going to be denied spending time with my nieces now cuz i'm not good enough, and i celebrate halloween, oh my gosh, and HEAVENS! i enjoy an occasional glass of alcohol."
    so i was really upset. started crying upstairs, where my sister found me and she says that he meant well and was just concerned about me. i know, i know... i just don't need all this piled on right now. i hate feeling like my entire family is ganging up on me... especially because, i DO go to church every week, (yep, it's true...)as opposed to some people in my family, AND, i'm getting something out of it! (unlike the people who have been going for DECADES and have never progressed in their spiritual walks) but, oh yeah, it's the presbyterian church, and not a "church of christ." oh yeah, and i also play the organ there, so i can't be worshipping God. (even though i'm fixing to go on a mission trip in march...God must not mean anything to me) oh yeah, and riley can't be learning anything about God in my debauched household because i'm drunk all the time. (although they conveniently ignore the fact that he's remarkably well adjusted for all the crap he's been through, and the fact that he's happy and smart and healthy, AND! is respectful, and apparently loves me!) and of course i must be having sex indiscriminately also...because, of course drunk people have sex. all the time. (wait, i forgot to throw the fact in there that i learned the salsa; that must have something to do with it too...)

    grr. and really it's not about me... i'm just a pawn in this game. for everyone. who knows best for carin and carin's life? certainly not her... who was right? that's always what it's about in my family...who is proven right? doesn't matter about happiness or love or anything worthwhile, it's just about the indomitable "right."

Thursday, 10 August 2006

  • k this is really a different post from my normal ranting about my own life.. and a little look outside the box.

    i've stayed up way too late reading so some of this writing will probably be overly emotional... but PLEASE READ AND THINK ABOUT THIS... i hardly ever ask you guys to put any effort into reading my posts... but this really affected me.

    i'm sick of everyone saying that america has no business being in iraq, and that president bush reacted too quickly to the situation and that the u.s. is just out to get the middle east's oil...  (hehe i think of a couple people that read my posts that hate bush, and i apologize ahead of time to you, this isn't directed at you personally)  personally, i am THANKFUL for a pro-active president.  THANKFUL for the soldiers that are deployed every day to foreign countries to help ensure and protect peace... my own brother being one of them.  i am GLAD that my brother is convicted in his heart to be involved with the military.

    what brought this about is my reading a book i bought today called Shadow Life: A Portrait of Anne Frank and Her Family.  i have always been interested in history, especially of wars and things... and stories of the Holocaust never cease to drastically move my heart.  so i wanted to share a particularly moving excerpt of the book (to me anyway) with you and share my feelings on it.

    The following is an account of an experience in a Nazi death camp, where those who were under 15, were over 50, women who were pregnant, or who wouldn't leave their children were immediately sent to the gas chambers:

    "I came to Auschwitz August 22, 1944.  I came with my mother, my brother, my father, my aunt and uncle, and my cousin.  A neighbor of ours was with us.....He had a four-year-old child with him; he had lost his wife in the ghetto.  We got off the trains in Auschwitz and they separated the men right away.  The women and children were on one side and the men on the other.  When we got off the train and they separated the men, this little girl, the neighbor's child was left alone.  My mother (she was a saint) walked over to him and she said, 'Don't worry, I will take care of the child.'  She took this child by the hand and she kept her, wouldn't let go of her.  The child was alone and my mother wouldn't let the child stand alone.        

    Everything happened very rapidly....My aunt was with her little boy in the front and my mother with this little girl by the hand and my brother, and I was the last one.  My aunt and her little boy he motioned to the left, and when he asked my mother if this was her child and she nodded yes, he sent her to the left.  My brother, being only twelve at the time, he sent to the left, and me he motioned to the right.

    I realized my mother was on the other side and I wanted to run to my mother, I wanted to be with her.  A Jewish woman who worked there caught me in the middle and said...'Don't you dare move from here!' Because she knew that if I was on the other side I would go to the gas chamber.   And she wouldn't let me move....

    This was the last time I saw my mother.  She went with that neighbor's child.  So when we talk about heroes, mind you, this was a hero:  a woman who would not let a four-year-old child go by herself."    --Esther Geizhals-Zucher

     

    i bawled when i read that story and was so glad for a government that is not willing to let life go to this extreme.  hitler tried to take over the world and the u.s turned a blind eye until germany's ally japan struck us close to home at pearl harbor.  then it still took us over 6 months after D-Day to liberate people being tortured and dying in the concentration camps.  the u.s. turned a blind eye to violence in the middle east after the Persian Gulf War until Al Queda hit us close to home with the attack on the Towers.          

    THANK GOD for a government focused on liberating people and to the people who say we did it without provocation, i say THANK GOD we didn't have MORE provocation...            

    now we see how history will view the U.S.'s actions and inactions in the 21st century... will it be disgust at inaction until almost too late as was in WWII?       or will our children say, wow, only hundreds of soldiers died fighting for freedom, as opposed to hundreds of thousands and millions including innocent women and children? 

    ok.  hopefully i've put at least a few thoughts into your heads tonight...

                          

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