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March already

The calender next to my head features a portrait of a llama sitting in a field of daisies, and leaping llamas in the Andes. The other calender, which is by my other bed, is a picture of Keturah’s birch bark dress and a cake. Sonja says: “Keturah’s dress took the cake. Literally.”

Ahh, let’s see. It looks like it’s going to be a nice day! Full sun! We have big plans for today- we being Matt and Krissy and I in conjunction with various other people. First off, there’s this shim sham thing- a dance- well, sort of hard to explain. But essentially for Frankie Manning’s birthday people all over the world take a video of themselves doing the shim sham in iconic places, and the Maine group is doing it in Freeport in front of the L.L. Bean boot. And I love the shim sham. In theory, Matt and I will be meeting Krissy there. After that, there’s going to be a flash mob at the mall, which I’d really like to go to if we can, though it would be kind of crazy driving. The general idea is that a bunch of people meet in the mall parking lot, synchronize watches, then go inside and mingle. At a certain time we’ll all freeze for five minutes, then unfreeze and continue shopping. Should confuse the general populace and prove hugely entertaining.

Then Krissy is in Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors tonight at the Theatre Project in Brunswick. I’m looking forward to that; when they did A Midsummer Night’s Dream a year or two ago it was frankly fantastic. So this should be good.

On another note- I’ve been provided with so many clothes lately. I think I posted before that my style is really changing somewhat, well, changing isn’t accurate, but it’s broadening a lot. Not infrequently I’ll decide I want to add something to my wardrobe so that I can do something different when I like, and I keep coming across just what I want at Goodwill for very little money. Sunday I decided randomly that I wanted a shorter skirt, say, knee length, and went to Goodwill and found three for super cheap. And Jordan gave me a pair of suspenders on Wednesday. How awesome is that? Suspenders!!
I’ve also taken to throwing up my hair in two loose buns lately, and Than’s comment was, “you look like Lynda-with-a-y.” Doctor Who reference. Funny thing was, I went to school yesterday to pick Than and Jenny up, and I was about a half hour early, so I hung out with various people, and Luke walked by and called over his shoulder, “You look like Lynda-with-a-y.”
Sorry, I know I’m really rambling. So stream of consciousness today. Well, hardly anyone reads this, so I reckon it’s excusable! Yesterday was actually really fun, now that I think about it. Than snuck a picture of a weeping angel into Nathan’s locker and he and I blinked and probably got thrown back to the seventeen-hundreds. Matt held a balloon on the girls’ landing and Luke dropped a pen onto it from upstairs, and it popped with an almighty noise and general hilarity. Then the teachers started going on with some nonsense about students going to class for the last ten minutes, and Jenny and than asked Miss Will if we could leave, then ordered me out.
But we didn’t feel like going home, so we went to the beach and froze for about ten minutes and then drove home and did ten chinese fire drills. Jenny got them all on tape and made a video. Then some lady in an SUV behind us got really miffed and looked like she was either going to kill us or call the coppers, so we went to McDonalds and met a nice girl who gave us extra fries even though we were three cents short of the full price.
And then I babysat Seth and James and we made two movies. OH! And I had a flash of brilliance on Thursday which I owe to some combination of Rose Tyler and Liz Noonan and designed and made a shirt, and it came out fantastically which never happens to me and I’m super excited and I just need to finish the hems and sew on the buttons and it’ll be done and I feel really accomplished and I probably oughta lay of the coffee. Good night. I mean, good morning.

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At least the sun is out

[insert unintelligible frustrated noise of your choice here]
What a day. And it hasn’t even started! It’s only eight fifteen.
Let’s see, why am I grumpy…because I need two pairs of tights and don’t know where to get them, because my rib still hurts from all that coughing two weeks ago (honest…I know I don’t take pain well, but this is really bothering me! It feels like I sprained it. But I reckon you can’t sprain a rib), because one of my best friends’ gone and got a boyfriend and hasn’t talked to me yet [not mad love, just going mad], because I’m a funny-looking, specky git, and because it snowed yesterday.
I’m just a bucket of sunshine and roses, eh?

Blargh. On to more cheerful matters. I’ve set myself a more involved daily schedule now- well, not strictly a schedule because I’m so non-linear, but a list of things to get done each day. Yesterday I got up, did the dishes and cleared the table, practiced the piano, did some of Grampa’s study, mended two pairs of pants and a shirt, and made pierogies for dinner because Jordan wanted me to. Oh yes, Jordan’s living with us for a week. To my surprise it’s proving to be really fun. I thought having essentially two Thans in the house would turn me into mush, but we’ve been indoctrinating Jordan in Doctor Who and that’s entertaining.

So, for today, let’s see. What do I need to do. I fink…first I should do the dishes and sweep the floor. Then, I should clean my laptop, because I keep putting that off and it’s getting hard to tell the smudges from the pictures on the screen [squints]. After that, there are three categories of things left to work on, and each day I hope I can put some focus on each of them:
For sewing today I think I should fill in the neckline of a shirt that I really like but can’t wear because it’s indecent, then clear off my other bed and start working on a project I owe someone.
For herbology I should reorganize everything and try to find a good place to keep it. I’ve got enough herbs now that there simply isn’t room in my little china cabinet and it’s becoming a problem. I think I need to set up shelves in here or something.
And lastly for school…by school, I mean that though I’m not taking classes at this point, I think it’s important to keep studying. I’m reading a lot of classics and hope to set myself a paper at some point- I’ve read a book about eugenics, Shakespeare’s Hamlet, and A Tale of Two Cities so far. Both of which stories I loved, by the way.
So what to read next? I need to study economics soon but I haven’t got a good book yet. I’m thinking I’ll read 1984? I haven’t done that one yet.

All right, to end this long and boring dissertation on what I should do today, I’d better get offline and get dressed. I don’t even know what I should wear today. It’s funny, over the past few months my clothing style has been broadening in ways I never thought it would. It’s making it a lot easier to find clothes now, because I’m not half so picky. Hmm, today feels like a tights and knee skirt day. Whaddaya say? And maybe I’ll wear my hair in two buns again. I hate it when people call me Princess Leia, but the buns are really comfortable and I don’t wear them like hers anyway.
Okay, allons-y, I’m off then!

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February 25

Matt and I sang three songs in the 2nd Parish talent show on Friday night, which was fun. Two Mitch and Mickey songs and one by Muse. I got sick, however, and after spending the next day entirely out, was so out of it that I stayed in bed for two full days.

I’m feeling somewhat better now but still quite crappy. Being cooped up this long is making me really grumpy, too.

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Guete Morge

Good Sabbath, everyone.

This weekend was interesting. I was planning on spending it at the Libbys, since my brother was to be at a retreat and my parents a marriage conference. But lo and behold, the Libbys in question got sick! Usually they let me visit anyway, but Mrs. Libby all but ordered me to stay away so I wouldn’t catch the flu, which was very nice of her.

However, I was left with an empty house and no plans for the weekend, and I don’t do well with being completely alone for two days. So Friday I went Goodwilling. First I went to Salvation Army, and omigosh, you should’ve seen the things I found! Ironically I didn’t buy anything. But I found first a homemade skirt in this sort of green/maroon shot check, and it was about the coolest thing I’d ever seen. (well, maybe…I just like superlatives)
Then I moved on to the dresses and found a GUNNE! I’m always looking for them at thrift stores and this is the first time I’ve had success. It was a size thirteen, which is really rare. Gunne Sax dresses run small and not a whole lot of bigger sizes were available. I’m a nine (vintage) or an eleven.
It wasn’t the prettiest one I’d ever seen, and I didn’t buy it because I need to conserve money. I’m wondering, however, if I should go back and get it and then resell it online. Gunne sax dresses go for sixty-eighty average on ebay. What do you think? That would be my first step into the world of vintage retail.

Okay, so then I found this incredible (read: incredibly ugly) PURPLE silk dress! It was completely handmade and beaded ALL OVER. Okay, maybe I should go back and buy that one. You know what, I’m actually starting to wonder if I should do this. Do some reselling. Eeep I don’t know! That dress was only eleven dollars.

Lastly I found a beautiful black dress. It had a very simple, very modest black velvet top, and a full, ruffled silk skirt. It was stunning and fitted me like a glove. I didn’t buy that one either, because I don’t have a lot of money to spare right now. But here’s what I’ll do- on Wednesdays, everything is half-off. I’ll go back and see if any of these things are there, and buy whichever are. Then I resell anything good.
Mom’s suggested I open an ebay account with the huge amount of books we have lying around. I really need to start making money somehow, so hey- maybe eBay is a good idea. Especially if I can continue getting my hands on such beautiful vintage stuff! *excited*

So in the end between three thrift stores, I came home with media- two records, a Back to the Future video, and a Rocky and Bullwinkle video. I really like picking up old cassettes at Goodwill. They’re very cheap, and everyone’s donating their good collections now that supposedly VHS is defunct!

After all the goodwilling I dropped off some banana bread and some herbs at the Libbys and went home. The next day the Clukeys kidnapped me, having heard that I was alone. It was really sweet. I was going to leave, but they made me promise to come back for dinner. So I did, and Mary gave me a valentine. I like the Clukeys.

And today is Sunday! I’m hungry. I think I’ll go get some food.

OH! And I got to Skype with Sonja yesterday! That made my DAY!

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Bad Wolf

I’m feeling dangerous today. It’s just another mood and it’ll change today or tomorrow, but right now it’s pretty strong. I’m not sure if a dangerous mood implies danger to myself or to other people, but either way, everyone had better watch out.

Partly to assuage the dangerous mood and partly because I needed excersize, I took a walk this morning. I wore a long dark coat unbuttoned, thrust my hands in the pockets and let it flap around in the wind. With a long scarf, wild hair, and Muse on my iPod, I felt dangerous, even if I didn’t look it. In a characteristic and not very threatening move, I walked past the bars and went into the library instead. Old issues of National Geographic make for good reading.

I turned nineteen last Thursday. That is, the Thursday before the one that happened yesterday. Krissy and Dori and I went ice skating, then came home and listened to Beach Boys vinyl and made origami hats. We started with cranes, but when my malformed avian earned the name “Nessie” we figured we should try something easier. So newspaper hats it was. The Libbys and Matt joined us and we all wore the hats and toasted my “loss of insurance and other childhood benefits.”

Guess what? I don’t want to get old. Actually, no, I have no problem with getting old. Old people are so pretty. White hair will be a boon. However, a lot of old people, especially the ones in their mid-twenties, are really boring and sometimes I feel like they don’t even have souls. I don’t want to lose.

I think that’s part of why I’ve been wearing my hair wild lately. I suppose it isn’t actually that wild and most people probably just think, “Well, look at that girl with long hair. She should comb it” or ignore it all together. But I think my hair is my security blanket. I feel safe when it’s around me. And it’s also- well, now you’re-
I was going to say “now you’re going to think I’m completely crazy” but the truth is that’s probably already well established, I’m going to a shrink for Pete’s sake, and even more truthfully I don’t give a dragon dropping.
So, carrying on from where I was before I interrupted myself: sometimes it feels like hair is an outgrowth of what’s inside. It’s long and nutty because thats what I’m like in…essence.

Sor’of, yeah.
I’m clearly in an abstract mood today. Did you know I could be abstract? Hmm, I didn’t.

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Why does it always rain on me?

For once that horrid big TV in the SMCC campus center is on something bearable! Usually I do my best to ignore it, but the only outlet for my computer was right underneath. Thankfully, the history channel is on, and it’s a program about the milky way and black holes. Hurray! Physics!

I spent the night with Mal, and she took me to school the next morning. As in, this morning. The weather was unexpected. Well, by me. It’s so windy! And of course, this campus is on the beach, so the wind is that much stronger. It was hard to keep my balance. The fifteen pound backpack helped.
Let’s see- I’ve thought more about my music list. Here are some other songs I like or have been listening to lately:
Why Does it Always Rain on Me- Travis
James Ward- decent eighties rock! unbelievable.
a little Rachmaninov.
I do still like to listen to Beethoven’s Pathetique
And more Muse. Time is Running Out, Supermassive Black Hole.
Faye Christie. Mal introduced me to this woman- she plays at Mal’s camp and is a very folky, calm sort of musician. I like the simplicity of her words. Good Bible music.

There’s a lot of music I want to get at this point…some of the songs listed above (I need Muse so I don’t have to get it on youtube) and some others I can’t recall right now- oh, Ralph Vaughan Williams Five Variants of Dives and Lazarus, and his Sinfonia Antartica, which is one of the most fascinating pieces of music I’ve ever heard. And his fantasia on Greensleeves. I can’t think what else.

Waiting for Dad to get out of class so we can go home. I’m eager to get into my warm bed- it feels like it’s been forever since I have. Thursday through Saturday I was gone, and then Sunday I slept at home, but last night was at Mal’s. At any rate, it will be warm and dry and cozy! After this day of perpetually wet clothes, that is something to look forward to indeed.

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Mal’s home and I get to see her for a day. So that’s nice.
I’m tired. I saw four shows this weekend. Thursday night was Kayla and Bethany’s concert at Merrill, Friday was a production of Emma, Saturday was Matt and Than’s play, and Sunday I saw Krissy in Sound of Music. Up till midnight all but Sunday.
I’m listening to Warsaw Concerto. I’ve been listening to some really interesting music lately…here’s my top list for now:
Warsaw Concerto
Butterflies and Hurricanes, Starlight, and Muscle Museum by Muse
Erik Satie

Drew is trying to buy my iPod from me, and I’m afraid he’ll do it when I’m not looking, so I’d better go.

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I haven’t got anything very interesting to say, but I’d like to write something. Anyway, it’s not as though “my readers are depending on me!” as Than would say.
I got up at nine-thirty today and went back to bed at twelve-thirty, and then didn’t get up again until three-thirty, at which time I took a shower. Then I threw on a coat and went for a walk. It gets dark so early. I’ve lived here all my life, and somehow it still surprises me every year. You’d think I’d be used to the darkness by now.
Deep doldrums today. It has been so grey, and that makes everything harder. My walk was nice, though. It was warm but misting, which felt very nice on my hot cheeks. I’ve always hated the way my face turns so brilliantly red. Isn’t it enough that I have spots? I don’t need to be red, too.
Well, before I regret typing that, I’ll move on. Standish is a nice place to walk. I feel safe from people, anyway. The woods are very thick and brooding at night, and with the woodsmoke from the scattered houses and the mustiness of leaves and the fresh smell of the rain, there was a very nice scent. So I enjoyed that somewhat.
I did get the Communist Manifesto and am reading it. One chapter left in the Titanic book, and then I think I’m going to read some Elsie Dinsmore. I like those books.

We (the Libbys and I) are having a dinner entirely composed of pie tonight. We had a full leftover apple pie from a church supper last night, and Mrs. L made a chicken pot pie to precede it. Excellent.

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He does not care for growing things.

I’m starting to feel my interest in writing return. It’s been several months since I’ve written regularly in my diary. After five years, I’m reluctant to let myself stop. So I’m thankful that my desire to chronicle is coming back.

Books are nice, aren’t they? Suddenly my interest in classics has been piqued. Right now, I’m reading a book titled The Sinking of the Titanic and Great Sea Disasters. It was written directly after the Titanic was sunk, and is now republished by Vision Forum. I find it very interesting for a few reasons: firstly, because I’ve really not paid attention to the story of the Titanic before, secondly, because it was written in a time before revisionist histories, when ‘women and children first’ was honorable instead of undignified, and thirdly, because it’s full of “thrilling stories of survivors with photographs and sketches.”

I talked on the phone with Matt last night, and he mentioned he was going to the library, so I asked him to look for The Communist Manifesto for me. I’ve been wanting to read it and don’t often have a chance to get to the library myself. I tried reading Das Kapital at one point, and failed dismally.

Also on my list of subjects right now are several topics that I’ve run into and decided I want to read more about: Anastasia and Tsar Nicholas II’s family, more Russian history in general, the Birkenhead Drill (another sea disaster), the Reformation, Norse Mythology, the Brothers Grimm because my Matt recommended them, and I think it’s time I finally read the Kalevala, the national Finnish epic Mom gave me for Christmas three years ago. I’ve been saving it for a rainy…month.

Additionally, I found a book lying on the floor by the head of the stairs that looked nice and read it. It was called Quest for the Faradawn, and had a faded, seventies-fantasy cover. It dawned on me that I very rarely read new books that I don’t have some explicit reason to read, so I picked it up. Quest for the Faradawn, isn’t that a nice name? The book was pleasant.

Speaking of books, I laughed at myself the other day when I looked at one of my bookshelves. It’s really a mounting cupboard that is leaning against the wall, and I started stacking books on it because the dinky bookshelf I inherited from Dad is not big enough for all my collection. Here’s what I saw on this shelf:

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Holy Bible (from 1865)
The Lord of the Rings one volume illustrated by A. Lee
Hits for Misses (monologues)
Abraham Lincoln (play)
Pride and Prejudice (play)
Better Speeches for All Occasions
I Kissed Dating Goodbye
Dear America: The Diary of a Prairie Teacher
The Bible Promise Book
Spiritual Privileges (Mostrom)
Intimacy with God (Mostrom)
Little Faith
Costume Monologues
The Road Unseen
NIV New Testament
Piled above these horizontally are: Boy Meets Girl, The New Manners and Customs of Bible Times, and Calvin’s The Institutes of Christian Religion.

The following three shelves are mostly things like my seven filled diaries and journals, but a few books:
Little Women
Charles Dickens Works
NIV NT from the Gideons
Daily Light
Proverbs, The Message
The Origin of the Bible
The Message
How to Stay Alive in the Woods
Health Foods
The Heart of the Chronicles of Narnia

And to top it off, these are stacked nearby:
Psalms for Singing
Moominvalley in November, Comet in Moominland, Moominland Midwinter, and The Exploits of Moominpappa
Encountering the Old Testament
and John Greenleaf Whittier.

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Hmm. So, just for the record…college didn’t happen.

There’s a girl, Holly, probably about twenty-one, in my English Comp class, and she’s really, really masculine. In my head I’d been calling her a butch, because she’s tattooed and hole-punched within an inch of her life and wears mens’ clothing and swears every other word and smokes and is rude to the teacher. I told Dad about her with distaste.
But then the other day, she caught up to me after class and said, “So who’s that guy you meet up with after class? Is he your dad?” I said yeah. “Well, last week when you were leaving, I walked by and he turned his head and looked at me and shook it slowly.”
So now I don’t call her butch in my head. I call her Holly. Dad doesn’t remember shaking his head at her, but it was wrong of me to think of her so negatively. Last night we had a test, and she appeared behind me as I was leaving and asked me how I thought I’d done. So we had a friendly conversation about it as we walked down the road. She, lighting up and smoking, dressed in droopy jeans and a skater hoodie and a flat black cap. Me, clutching my sewing, dressed in pink with a pretty scarf and my long hair around my face.
Which one of us is better? Certainly not me.

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