kaleidoscope heart

x the flu has finally found its way to my immune system. time to fight.
x I get such a kick out of the grammar jokes that my professor gives us:
"q: why do we do these sentence patterns? a: just beclause"
x so thankful for getting into the writing minor. praise God!
x crocheting is very fun, but such a slow process.
x deuteronomy 28: 1-14
x my winnie the pooh checkbook is so cute. I don't find many excuses to use checks though.
x I feel an urge to go somewhere where there's snow.
x almost November. my, my how the time flies.

precious moments

besides the brief bouts of sunshine, today is a perfect damien rice sort of day: nine crimes, piping hot green tea, and a couch to snuggle on.
it's beautiful how God controls so many different types of weather all at once.
like His very own symphony.

you should know by now
that your darkest hour
is when your broken heart goes down
it's a bitter end
when the sweet begins
grace is sufficiency

but, oh dear, we'll never deserve it
no dear, we never could earn it
now, here, the choice is yours

who are you gonna be?
when you're on your knees, who do you believe?
fear is a lonely man
you've been given innocence
you've been given innocence again

beauty for ashes

decided: that switchfoot's the beautiful letdown is my ultimate favorite album
dreading: jury duty nonsense
inspired by: "perfect love casts out fear"
in need of: more time
realizing: that I need to snap back to reality
recognizing: less of me; more of Him
feeling: lazy due to the gloom and doom weather
falling: in love with winter clothing
conflicted: by the two extremes of this world
convicted: to be His faithful bride

let my foolish pride forever let me down

tongue and cheek

earlier today, I conducted an interview, and as I am listening to the playback of the audio recording, I realize how many "um"s and "like"s I use in a normal conversation. makes me cringe a little when I hear how many times these words have been uttered in the span of ten minutes. therefore, I have decided to make a conscious effort to eliminate these excess and unnecessary words from my vocabulary.

It's Kind of a Funny Story is a good movie. witty humor. diverse and intriguing characters. a predictable, yet cute, story. I found out through the credits that this, too, was a movie based on a book (see last blog post).

currently reading: Jhumpa Lahiri's Interpreter of Maladies
currently thinking about: how to write a great magazine article
currently remembering: girl's night out with a bestie ♥
currently debating: whether or not I should subscribe a year's worth of The New Yorker or just six month's worth
currently deciding: not to care about certain things and situations
currently: content

connect the dots

I. am. so. sore.
I literally feel like someone beat me up last night, and I'm feeling the effects of it right now. full force.
my gait is funky, and my arms can barely raise themselves.
tb practice rocked me today.

but anyway,

so can someone explain to me this exploding trend of making books into movies? almost every movie that's coming out these days is "adapted by [said book]" or "based on [said book]" and frankly, it's a little annoying. the reason: they suck [by they, I mean the movies]. granted, it should be flattering to the authors, because film producers/directors are intrigued by the story of which they have decided to make a movie. however, I find it hard to believe that authors would be one hundred percent pleased with how the movie turns out. something is always left out. the ending is more "Hollywood-appropriate." and the list goes on. and now I hear horrible things about Never Let Me Go [the movie rendition] and it makes me sad, because the book is so beautiful.

on another note, the social network was an amazing movie. very well done. thought-provoking. new man crush: Andrew Garfield. so very cute.

I need more wisdom to deal with the situations I am currently faced with.

stuff of dreams

I really don't know how or when I became a sci-fi nerd, but it happened. the transformation probably dates a couple years back, when I first picked up The Elementary Particles and loved it. a few days ago, my honors thesis adviser recommended Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, and I've been hooked on it ever since last night and just finished it now, even though I have so much grammar to study for.

a considerable amount of time has passed since I've come across a book that I haven't been able to put down, and this was the one to break that spell. really, it's a thrill when you start flipping through the pages and you just simply refuse to get your butt off the couch until that very last line of the very last page has been read. gosh, who would have thought to create such a story? it's so chilling, yet exhilarating at the same time.

but anyway, kudos to you Mr. Ishiguro. you really tapped into something deeper. the simultaneous meshing of and deterioration of love and sex. blurred boundaries. clones. brainwashing. donations. it's all so dramatic. and tragic. but how far away are we from these ideas really?

The New Yorker gave the movie a pretty horrible review, but I'm still excited to watch it. the trailer draws me in deeper and deeper every time.

back to reality for now though. grammar and stylistics time!