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DebbieJane
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Name: The Reverend Mother
Gender: Female
Interests: my Jesus, dancing, singing, acting, reading fine literature, the numa numa dance, writing, elvish, crooning skeletons, singing "Phantom of the Opera", "Godspell", or "Wicked" songs at random times, playing old, white, Fender Bass guitars, anything that has the words "Legend" "of" and "Zelda" strung together in the same sentence, "Jane Eyre," kittens, VFD, saving all my AIM conversations, reading "Little Women" and eating apples, being a pseudo-"college professor"
Expertise: reading instead of sleeping.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  DMavsgirl13
MSN: djwfroggie@netscape.net
Member Since:
10/2/2004
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| "What's a lament?" she had asked him one day.
"A song about the sad things in the world," he'd told her, his voice tinged with a little of his Irish roots. "Lovers parted, and ships lost at sea, and the world full of loneliness from one end to the other."
"Why'd you want to sing about sad things?" Candy had asked him.
"Because any fool can be happy," he'd said to her. "It takes a man with real heart-" he'd made a fist and laid it against his chest- "to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep."
"I still don't understand..."
Grandpappy O'Donnell had cupped her face in his big, scarred hands. He'd worked on the railroad most of his life, and every scar had a story. "No, of course you don't," he said with an indulgent smile. "And why should you? A sweet slip of a girl like you, why should you have to know anything about the sorrow of the world? You just believe me when I tell you...there's no way to live your life to the full and not have a reason to shed a tear now and again. It's not a bad feeling, child. That's what a lament does. It makes you feel happy to be sad, in a strange way. D'you see?"
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| a) Got a C in my last Bio test, but still finished with a total class grade of A, I think.
{Thank you God, that that class is over}
b) I'm currently blogging INSTEAD of taking my French final. (ooh la la. haha, but I was exempt, don't worry. not totally slacking off)
3) I hate it when people say "irregardless" .....aaaaand I double hate that xanga spell-check definitely thinks that is a proper word.
double hate. what is this world coming to?
d) I miss Hannah Abigail and wish she was going to be able to see "Faustus." but I suppose being in
e u r o p e
is a decent excuse. <3
peanut butter) I don't quite understand the deeper logic behind the phrase "have your cake and eat it too" (and its negative uses). Because 1) what would you do with cake, if you weren't to eat it? stare at it? and 2) if you had EATEN cake, you would first have had to HAVE it, at some point, yes?
anyway. but there's a lot I don't quite understand in this life.
like women who have affairs with married men, and then the men LEAVE THEIR WIVES....and then these new women somehow think that they are now with a man who will NOT cheat on them. O_o
yeah. definitely don't know how that happens.
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| [the greatest
thing
you'll ever learn, is
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| Hm....hum hum hm. I'm all inspired to finish writing my "Jane Eyre" stageplay. (especially now that I know my ideal Rochester is....*cough* legitimately suited for the job) This may or may not happen anytime soon. But I shall revel in the inspiration nonetheless.
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I do theatre: because I know what it feels like to walk away from seeing an excellent show. Because you want to laugh, cry, dream, imagine, fly, break, build. Because it inspires YOU to do something great. Because it's an endless cycle of inspiration. That is why I must do theatre. THAT is why good theatre is important, and not merely entertainment.
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Co-hostess: "You have a boyfriend yet?"
Me: "Nope."
"Really? I mean..."
"I don't have a real interest in anyone....so-"
"But, come on, don't you know any cute theatre guys??"
"Oh, yes. Tons!"
*silence* "Then what's the problem?"
*laughter*
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I hadn't really thought about dancing until listening to "Closer" in the car ride home this evening. And now my arms and legs ache with lack of the ache which comes from waltzing all night. *sigh* Certain things I never wanted to grow away from when I started growing up...
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By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars
we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs,
our tormentors demanded songs of joy;
they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!" How can we sing the songs of the LORD
while in a foreign land? If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
may my right hand forget its skill .
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
if I do not remember you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem
my highest joy. Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites did
on the day Jerusalem fell.
"Tear it down," they cried,
"tear it down to its foundations!" O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,
happy is he who repays you
for what you have done to us- he who seizes your infants
and dashes them against the rocks. -~-~-~-~-~-
It is an odd feeling. Knowing that people are talking about you. ("....the girl with the tape.....")
The night before I taped up my shirt, planned out my morning, etc. Set my alarm. Went to bed.
My morning [20 Oct 2009] began with my noticing through my curtains A LOT more light than is normal for 7am. My clock said 7:30. But the second hand wasn't ticking. A frantic flip of my laptop revealed that it was, in fact, 8:27am. I had to shower, eat, gather books & notes, and successfully tape myself in 33 minutes. Not exactly Plan A.
The tape went on after breakfast. Henry liked touching it.
My deskmate in bio recognized what I was doing from a previous year. My teacher (whom I had warned ahead of time) was very attentive to what I was and was not supposed to do, how I understood the quiz, etc. "Can you eat?" she asked. I very vigourously nodded yes.
It feels funny to laugh with tape on your mouth.
I realized that I usually talk a lot in biology class. And that I don't like people paying attention to me. But I liked it when they read my shirt, when they took a second glance. I liked imagining my other friends doing the same things I was doing.
Afterwards, I liked reading the official update from Silent Solidarity- about how people participating had made a difference in somebody's life.
The tape and shirt came off at suppertime, and I stuck the mouth-tape on a different black shirt for French class. A classmate asked about the shirt and armband, so I told them about my day.
It was actually a very mundane day.
Lucky for us, turning the mundane into the important is one of God's specialties.
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