eclipsed by glory

He is jealous for me.

it's something I still can't wrap my mind around.
insignificant little me. scratch that.
insignificant little me who thinks she's something great.
that's even worse.
whenever I let something completely overtake my thoughts, He is jealous.
whenever I get so caught up that I don't give Him my all, He is jealous.
it's definitely a mystery.

dancing through life

as I began to write one of my papers, I decided to listen to the Wicked soundtrack.
about halfway through, a big smile found its way upon my lips.
I have listened to this soundtrack about a hundred times through and through, but today, it was so different.
somehow, I felt so immersed into this world of make-believe, and felt such bliss in feeling thus.

lately I've been having these fantastical imaginations fluttering about in my mind.
daydreams, if you will.
sometimes they come true, and it's the strangest sensation, because they're not supposed to.
it's like a dream becoming reality.

I just want to escape into a magical world of song and dance and perpetual euphoria.
it doesn't exist in this sinful world we live in, that's for sure.

for the present, I suppose I will be content with listening to the glorious voices of the Wicked cast, happily bobbing my head to the beats.

broken record

my current favorite song.
this has been on repeat for about three days now.
the lyrics are pretty horrible and the dancing is elementary, but it's just so catchy!

crème de la crème

I really don't know how else to put this.
but I literally feel like I'm on top of the world.

he said, she said

there are two sides to every story.
most of the time, we hear only one.
it scares me how different these accounts can be.
what slanted visions we have of our own experiences!
trusting people becomes increasingly difficult.

guilty pleasure

one of my problems is this: I try to do too much at one time.

today, for instance, as I was making my lunch, I tried to cut my tomato, grill my chicken, toast my bread, and pour my dr.pepper all at once.
a piece of the bottom half was badly burnt,
and in the end, I just felt very fatigued.
but I also felt very good.
everything was done so quickly, and I mean, three out of four isn't too bad right?

oh boy,
when will I learn?

everything in moderation

the title says it all.


on a side note, I love the way you can tell how close you are to SB
not just by the signs on the highway,
but by how much brighter the stars get as you draw nearer and nearer.

entrancing lexicon

"bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--

not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
and watching, with eternal lids apart,
like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
the moving waters at their priestlike task
of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
no--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable."

john keats