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Name: Marie
Gender: Female
Interests: My God, drum corps/marching band, wasting time on the computer
Expertise: Tripping over things, freaking out on occasion, all the wrong ways to go about quitting swearing, sock tans
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  ChalcyT
Member Since:
3/22/2005
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| Consider yourselves warned: I got really rather angsty here. I just need a bit of chocolate and some sleep, though, and I'll be good to go. So yeah - happy reading...? I guess I had to update someday, and include something besides "compy eatd my posts ONO LULZ!!!!!1"
...yeah, done rambling in prose now. On to rambling in verse!
Modified Ballade
A subtle brush-stroke here and there;
I see the sky, precisely where
my eyes did chance to wander, turned to deepest blue.
How can this be? I think of You
and wonder (yet again) just why
this hue is best when in the sky,
how never did I see a cloth or dess
that tried to take this color, and did not
wind up somehow less than what it ought.
Thy Beauty takes my breath away.
I kiss him good-bye, and out the door I fly
on my way. Above, the sky
is rent in two by lighting's flash,
then (far too near for comfort) thunder's crash
and still I am a full half-mile
from shelter. I know I ought to smile,
but all I can do is stride forth and pray
behind my stony gaze for safety on my way;
that, my day's work complete,
he and I once more shall meet.
Thy Authority takes my breath away.
My blood its steady course still runs;
Behind the sky, uncounted suns
Burn with passion, silent to all;
Water with a mighty roar does fall
Across the rocks to die in mist;
And holding me, my lips he kissed.
I could not speak or breathe but I
Behind my closéd eyes did fly!
For You, Who led Israel in fire and cloud,
In this man Your strength, as You saw fit, endowed -
Thy Power takes my breath away!
I wake once more to dark and cold;
At five o'clock, already does the day feel old.
Is this Thy Will, O Lord Divine?
To be not his, nor he be mine?
To hardly live, to die each day,
My hopes and wishes - all - dropp'd, trampled on the way?
Thy Mystery takes my breath away.
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| I totally just had a super-long, ten-point update on my life three words from being done and a button-click from being visible to all y'all, and then the computer at Pickler logged me out of the guest account. It's a good thing I wasn't too attached to it; I might have screamed. Sorry, all.
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| It's over halfway through February, and I finally came up with my New Year's resolution: for 2009, I hereby resolve to work hard enough and long enough that I will end every month having paid at least something on every bill and with at least a dollar in my checking account. God have mercy on me. Though, to be fair, He already has - I did get that job at Pagliai's.
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| I'm in Iowa currently, which means that I'm over 200 miles away from the suitcase I packed for this weekend. Yeah, I forgot my suitcase. It's in Missouri. I am not.
Whoops. :P
May the Lord bless you and keep you; may the Lord feed you on tasty, happy dishes, and if He does not, then may you remember Hebrews 12:11-3. Heh heh heh.
Word up, buttercup.
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| No more late posts when I'm zombified, that is. I looked over that last one and laughed, pained at such atrocities I have unleashed upon the Interwebs with my name attached. As if the previous sentence wasn't an atrocity in and of itself.
I am scheduled to be back at work in just over 9 hours, which irritates me not a little. I wish that I could have had the day after I close off instead of two random days off at the beginning of the week. Come to that, I wish I could have had Sunday off, but there's not much use snarking over shifts. I mean, I'll be able to go to Mass on Saturday night, and Reconciliation, too, so it won't be all bad.
Gotta wait for the Salad Bar's new order forms to finish printing, then I'm outta here and off to bed.
Peace. :)
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