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Wednesday, 12 December 2007

  • I don’t know if anyone is here anymore, or if anyone will care to read my typing on any site so uncool and subfacebook as xanga, but I miss this dear hallow of shared thoughts and color. It called to me from facebook and in returning to this old site, I had to guess several passwords before I remembered mine (wow). Like the Wind in the Willow when Mole sniffs his way back to his own little hole after far-flung adventuring.

     

    Home is so good. All the proportions are familiar, and the lighting is un-dorm-y! Church, children, adults, doorknobs, and food!

     

    I was moping around from the first day I was home, feeling angry and self centered and bored. --Unthankful self!-- I knew why I was miserable. Oooh I knew! But sometimes I’d rather be miserable than obedient, so I fought off joy! But things have changed as of today. This is going to be a beautiful break!

     

    Joy to all (or any. . .)!

    ~Kristin

Thursday, 02 August 2007

  • I’m leaving home in under a month; moving away to South Carolina without any parents.

    That is a very big statement;

    Bigger than I could ever feel.

    In fact, I feel the fact barely at all, as much as I might try, (I haven’t exerted much effort). All my efforts are concentrated in dreaming of the excitement I’m in for, and in securing the happy memories of all my family and friends. (Understand that I resolve to be missed.)

    Shopping takes up the remainder of my energy, so none is left with which to emote.

     This is a reality that I don’t begrudge. Feelings are much too difficult at such a busy time; anticipation brings energy with which to accomplish, while sadness brings lethargy.

    The self-pity might come, and possibly nerves, but at present, carefree and fearless I’ll remain with contentment.

    Love,

    ~Kristin

     

Saturday, 14 July 2007

  • Currently Reading
    1776
    By David McCullough
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    Six weeks until College!!!

    It is a little melancholy and lonely around xanga. If you listen softly, you’ll hear empty winds shaking my page, and, if you stick around, you may even see a solitary tumble weed blow past.
    ECHO! ECho! echo!

    College! College! College!
    Your very own,
    ~Grist

Monday, 02 July 2007

  • Our internet was out for THREE DAYS.
    I return this afternoon,
    after at least 72 hours of craving,
    to find
    NOTHING INTERESTING.
    -no comments
    -no wall     posts
    -no emails
    -no interesting     messages
    -no out of the ordinary footprints
    No new information.

    *Sigh*

    This is what I missed at every moment all weekend???
    Sad, I t    ell you.
    SAD.

    So perhaps this weekend ends my addiction?

    Hopefully,
    ~Kristin

Monday, 18 June 2007

  • Currently Listening
    Final Straw
    By Snow Patrol
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    I’ve been convicted that complaining is a sin lately. To complain is to voice that one deserves better than what one has. Even to think I deserve better than what I have is a sin.

    I complain because I’ll have to bike to work on Tuesday when Chelsey has the van and Sean has the Lumina. But I forget that I have siblings when all I deserve is death.

    I complain when the temperature is too high, forgetting that all I deserve is a large fiery pit.

    I complain that I don’t get comments when I leave very few myself.

    The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness therein. I don’t know how we think we have a right to any good treatment, especially when God has given us flavors, colors, and feelings--like we really “deserve” even that much.

    And here, of course, I’m complaining more about how other people complain than really admitting to any sin of my own. I hate complainers. I’m such a sinner!

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