Kentucky Fried Everything.

Hey y'all!
Well first of all, you know how us Canadians like to say "Hey" and we get accused of saying "Eh"? Well, I figured out why. Here, there is really no difference between the two, because no one here ever poses this question at the end of the sentence.
We would say, "You're making a pretty big sandwich, hey?"
Where-as here, they would say "Y'all are making a pretty big sandwich."
And yes, they really do say y'all, all the time, even if there's only one of you.
And apparently I have a really thick Canadian accent, which to me, only Newfoundlanders have. But whatever. I'm stylin'.
So I'm basically a student. I am living in residence on campus. I use the library computer. I am even on a committee. I attend events. I just don't go to class. So basically I'm a really bad student.
Tomorrow a mild hurricane is booked to blow through from Louisiana. That's something new. It has been raining for two days straight, and tomorrow we add the Saskatchewan winds. A hurricane blew through last year and Mary Joy said everyone made such a big deal about it, when really it was no worse than a windy day in Saskatchewan. So we'll wait and see.
I'm not making direct plans to move to Nashville yet. I'm waiting on God for that one. I'm just getting nice and established in the States. I opened a student bank account today (he knew I wasn't a student, but didn't care), and I'm going to the Social Security office tomorrow.
I haven't written anything yet... Well I've written lots in my notebooks, just no songs. There's too much and not enough going through my head, and I haven't sorted through it yet... kinda like the last box sitting in my dorm room.
I miss all of you.
You can call, email, and write me. (If you want my address or number, email me) And of course, you can blog me til your heart's content.
I'm singing on a Praise and Worship team tonight. Yep. Poser student strikes again.
FakeNess-- waaa haa haaaa

Night Storm

(Brandon Manitoba)

That was simply the most crazy, scarey, exciting, exillerating, dramatic, terrifying, beautiful, magnificent, glorious, dangerous, thrilling, fear-enducing, stress-provoking, wonderful, gorgious, stunning, awe-striking, alarming, astounding, daunting, dismaying, dreadful, formidable, harrowing, intimidating, mean, petrifying, unnerving, alluring, appealing, beauteous, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delightful, divine, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, grand, lovely, marvelous, pulchritudinous, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, stunning, sublime, superb, horrible, abhorrent, awful, dreadful, eerie, frightful, grim, obnoxious, unkind, shocking, exceptional thing I have ever experienced.
I would say there are no words to describe it, but obviously there are.
-FrightfulNess.

Unwritten

Unwritten
Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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Okay, first of all, this song is basically my life.
Peeps, if you have not heard this song, you really must. Really really.
It makes me so happy every time I listen to it. Darn it all anyway, I wish I'd written it!!

jealousNess (but not really)

Too many fricken' things rhyme with years...

...So how am I supposed to write this without it turning into a Country song?

appears
beers (definitely a Country-type rhyme)
cheers
dears
deers (haha so obviously Country)
ears
fears (lame pop rhyme)
gears (of my Chevy truck...)
hears
jeers
leers
mirrors
nears
peers
queers (lol...)
rears
sears
shears
tears (very very lame pop rhyme)
veers (after too many beers, I almost hit some deers, and, grinding the gears of my Chevy truck, it veers into what appears to be the Sears...)
zears... just kidding.

Did I miss any?
Some of these have possibility.
I'd tell you more of the context but then you'd steal my song and I'd have to write a Country song about you stealing my song... and my dog... and we can't have that.
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So, peeps, at least FOUR OF YOU, (yes you!!!) have told me that you have been reading my blog, but haven't been commenting.
Now, about three of you say it's because you don't know how. So here's a set of step-by-step instructions, so that you don't have an excuse.

1. At the end of the post on which you wish to comment, you will find a link on the bottom right-hand side that says "-- comments", depending on how many people have commented. Click on this link. Roll your eyes at yourself for not noticing it earlier.

2. Scroll down past the comments, unless there aren't any yet. Either way, at the bottom of this page on the left-hand side, you will find a link that says "Post a comment". Click on this. Give yourself a cute little pat on the head.

3. The page you will now be taken to has a box in which you type. Beneath this box you are given options as to what name you are posting under. If you don't have a FREE BLOGGER ACCOUNT (subliminal advertising...), post using the name "Anonymous".

4. When you are all finished, make sure you sign your name under your comment (in the same box), so I know who you are. Click on "Log-in and publish". Give yourself a one-person hug!!!

**Note: If you get to the page with the box in which you comment, and you don't remember what you wanted to comment on, click on "Show original post" near the top, on the left-hand side above where the other comments are. This will, uh... show the original post... yeah. But you knew that, didn't you? Smarty-pants.

Ok, so if you still don't know what you want to comment on, here, this should help:


DelightfulNess (cuz I really am, aren't I? I know, I know... Oh stop... before you grind some deers and hit some gears... No, wait...)

"Can you imagine?"

Quote courtesy of Bob and Gus's summer, 2005.

Ok, so Bob/Ther, imagine that (God forbid), for some reason you and Ther/Bob part ways for some time, and even though you've tried to call Ther/Bob a few times, Ther/Bob is impossible to get hold of, just like in real life.
Then imagine that after five years-ish, Ther/Bob calls you one day out of the blue.

Now, honestly my friend, how ecstatic are you?
You're jumping off the walls. I know you are.

As am I.
But don't get too excited.
I wasn't home.
I was at Shancelle's house.
And now she must think I'm insane cuz I almost hit the ceiling when dad told me over the phone.
And Ty and Phil (Don't think you've met Phil, but Ty was at my party: Shancelle's best friend) must think I'm obsessive, cuz every five minutes during playing cards I'd stop and go "Ahhhhhh!! I can't believe he called!! Eeeeeeee!!!"

How sad but funny would it be if he just called to get someone's number?
Hahahahaaaaa.....
Anyway, he better be home tomorrow, cuz I sure am calling back!

Just wanted you to share in my joy.


JoyfulNess

Minimalizing-- weeding through clothes, among other things.

Strengthening-- rebuilding callouses on fingers, among other places.

Using tears sparingly. Using new songwriter's note-book unsparingly. Writing thoughts, lyrics, drawing pictures.

Embracing, and letting go. Not chasing, but waiting.

Patiently.

You can keep running or you can turn around.
But as for me, I know who I am and I'm staying right here.

...Where you can always find me.

You know what my heart looks like.

CloseNess

"We need the closeness of independence
You need security that nothing's for sure
I'm needing you to give so I can play philanthropist
And how can I live up to that?..."
-2001

On Second Thought.

It always sounds really cool at the time.
Clever.
Amusing.
Witty.
humorous.

Not so after a night's sleep.
The thought that's been mulled over, after the fiftieth time just does not appeal to the creator any more.

So what's the point?
There was never a point to begin with.
Just all the space
and time
In the world.













...So you don't post it after all...

-disappointedNess

Love More Books

It's true.
We do judge a book by it's cover. All the time.
I know I do.
We always look to see if the cover is sophisticated enough, beautiful enough, funny enough, artistic enough, thrilling enough, brilliant enough for what we're looking for.
If the cover doesn't tell us enough, we scan the back, and read it half-heartedly, as if it could really give us a sense of the complete package.
Or we ask someone else, someone who couldn't possibly have all the same views on life as we do. Someone who maybe hasn't even read the book, but heard about it once, or read a review.
If our curiosity is awakened, but we're still not ready to commit to the book, we flip through it, or read the first paragraph, knowing that this could never be adequate judgment as to what the book is all about.
Why do we feel such a need to know so much about a book before we accept it?
What if we walked into a book store and committed to the first book we picked up, the first book we saw? What if we committed to reading that book all the way through, and then again and again? What if we could love a book for the writer's talent and didn't judge so harshly for any short-comings, or for plot-twists that turn out differently than how we would have written them?

We would have a library full of well-loved books.



Our society says we would be smarter, happier people if we read more books. I say we would be wiser if we loved more books.

It's like Larry Moore said.
It's time we started practicing the law of inclusion.


LearnedNess

Too Plebeian

Plagiarism

We quote "to be or not"
without the mention of William
We use the phrases that
our televisions teach us
and recite figures of speech
that our grandparents say.
"You stole the words right out of my mouth!"
we claim with gaping jaws of disbelief
and borrowed sayings
create clenched teeth of
common bitterness.

Originality and enlightenment
rise up the bread of our survival,
intellect our water

Yet Each
Word
Is
In
Existence
And Each Thought
used
And I'm stuck here, expected to delve
When All
Of
These
Words
are defined

And None
Of
Them
are mine.

-Vanessa G.S. Nelson, 2001
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Unrefined Hearts

Unrefined hearts
Have jagged form
Naive confidence
And inexperience
They are daring and certain
Bold bodies fly with the birds
And ride wild horses
And the sharp edges shift
Among ribs and flesh
And cause internal blood and scars
That eventually dull the blade

-2000
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Deja Vu:
Haven't I done this before?

"I would scream in riddle, still it would not come." -Alanis Morissette
HiddenNess


I've cut all strings that kept me here
But I did not abuse them
I've shaken off
so many things
If I failed to
amuse them
And now I've found I've got my wings
And don't know how to use them