Though now he serves me but confusedly, I shall soon lead him where the vapor clears.  The gardner knows, however small the tree, that bloom and fruit adorn its later years.

-Faust

I see the way for me

happy opening day

Tonight:

vs.

Go Dodgers!

Tomorrow afternoon:

vs.

Go Red Sox. :)

best.roommate.ever.

And Haley, my fantastic roommate, is going to be an RA next year!  She's going to be the best....I am so proud of her! And so jealous of Shan, who gets to be her roommate.  I told Shan I was going to make her a list of things to watch out for when she rooms with Haley...but then that went flat really fast because I couldn't come up with anything.

 :)  

jamming with sage

I think I had my favorite memory of the week tonight.  Juls, Sage and I took a trip to the store to pick up ice cream (blue bell!), laundry detergent and aloe vera cure because our entire bunch got burned.  Sage asked if we could play the Jams - really loud - all the way there and back.

So we did.  We turned up Coming Home as loud as we could, rolled down the windows, and I jammed to one of my favorite songs and looked up at the stars and felt the Georgia breeze on my hot face.

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

tell the world I'm coming home

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday

I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the world that I'm coming home.  

georgia - for my family

(click on the pictures to see them bigger, unless it will take an hour to load each one.)

-i have a sad sunglass burn-

-for dad.  a pelican eating a fish.- 

(family, can we please play Pit over Easter break? I can't wait!)

FAIL erica...

I often claim that I shall never marry, but I haven't, until now, had much solid evidence for why I cling so stubbornly to this idea.  Tonight, my friends, I present solid, certifiable, proof.  No one will be able to argue with me any longer.

I made cookies last weekend.  The underneaths of exactly 47% of said cookies were a deep, deep deep brown...in the cooking world one would equate that color of brown with black, and declare the cookies burnt.

Tonight, I attempted to make two of my friends a chocolate cake.  I got really excited about an evening of domesticity - a friend drove me to the store, and I traipsed around picking up cocoa, oil, the works. (Of course, lest we be too domestic, I entirely forgot to get a basket, so I had goods piled up and spilling from my grasp as I flustered my way around the store...)  I got back to my dorm, rolled up my proverbial sleeves, and set to work.

Well, I think we can all guess where this is going.  The prehistoric oven I was employing insisted on turning off every time I turned my back.  Good grief!  The end result?  I ran out of time and had a half-doughy cake on my hands.  And instead of presenting a perfectly scrumptious cake to my friends, I had to present a less-than-perfect cake, along with a disclaimer: "I cook like a five-year-old boy so the middle is doughy and you'll only be able to eat the edge pieces."

What can I say? I am resigned.  I will never make a dish, or goody, or otherwise, without something going awry. Whether it be catastrophic or minor, you can bet something will happen.

And then, as a final sort of consummation to my evening of flunked domesticity, I burnt my tongue because I tried to lick the frosting saucepan too soon...

Is anyone surprised?

plentiful redemption

O Israel, hope in the Lord!
     For with the Lord there is steadfast
            love,
     and with him is plentiful redemption.

And he will redeem Israel
     from all his iniquities.

I want to go home.
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I want my mom to hold me tight and tell me I'm ok.
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I want my sisters to be my only friends because they are never flaky and never ditch me.
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I want to hug my dad and tell him I'm sorry I missed his birthday and I love him so very much.
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