Well then. How can life be so beautiful one moment and so dire the
next? I certainly don’t agree with many forms of post-modernism, but it
does seem slightly plausible that a blue sky to one may be gray to
another. And the reason for that could just be that truth and joy are
rooted in things deeper than experience, emotion or even logical
inference. I hold a personal grudge against the Englightenment Age for
certain worldviews that have developed . . . but I won’t get into that
considering that xanga is no place for personal vendetta against an
entire mode of thought. OR perhaps it is? My favourite, however, is the
Reformation. We should have another, please and thank you sir.

AND . . . .
WHAT?! TWO MORE GREAT BANDS!! eep.

Ok so first of all we have Venice is Sinking: Melodious lo-fi with some
great harmonic vocals. yayyayyaywebsite HERE

Then there’s The Merediths (nice name, no? I have always thought it
pretty). These fellows are a bit more rocking and self-defined
“Indie/Rock/Alternative” with notable influence from the Beatles.
coolcool website HERE

I just came in from playing catch with my younger sister (she’s on the
softball team at her high school) and I’ll be darned if it wasn’t the
funnest thing I’ve done all day: watching the sun set behind our house
below gilded clouds as the sky gradually turned indigo from pale blue;
the moon was only half-full but by the time we came in, it was shining
pretty brightly and there was at least one start out that I could see.
These are some of the things I love about being home in the summertime.
The weather is usually beautiful (even though during the day it can be
INCREDIBLY HOT/HUMD) and by evening it cools down so you can just sit
out on the back porch listening to the night sounds and watching the
fireflies come out. It’s loverly. Plus, memories of childhood are so
much stronger here (obviously…having grown up here); so it almost
seems as if I revert to a less “college/independent” self when I’m home
because 1) it’s what I’m used to and 2)  I can get away with it
. The sad part is that I only have two summers like this left.

Anyhow, please pray that I will find a job soon because I need the
money and the occupation. Not that I don’t enjoy being lazy and going
to art every day (believe me, I love it!) but at this point my NEED for
the $$$ is much more pressing. That’s all, folks.

     Not too much going on today. Went into art for about three hours and enjoyed the inversion of thought that is always brought about by an extended period of painting, drawing, etc. It’s like your mind is concentrating so hard on re-creating an object or scene that everything else falls out of focus and then when you have to leave to re-enter the world of other people, you can’t seem to make coherent thoughts or, if you do, they consist of one- or two-word sentences. Strangely enough, this pensive, introverted mode is what feels most natural for me, even though I know that it can easily be foregone for the sake of entertainment. Meaning to say that (obviously) I’m not always such a morose person; though it does resist restraint every once in a while….which makes me….moody? hrmmm. Well, I’ve heard it from certain sources, but I would hate to think of myself as a moody person. They are so high-maintenance. Anyhow, I’ve discovered a lovely *new* band (although they’re not really new except to me):

And there they are. I think the guy on the far left looks like Santa Claus (is that how you spell his last name? it looks weird….) in his younger days. And that’s definitely not a bad thing. These three fellows make some gorgeous tunes and I’m a fan. So there. And I suppose you could check out the webpage if you’re interested. Rightchere

Also, another random fact, on my way into Atlanta today, I counted 6 various sorts of Conferderate flag car decals (either license plates of bumper stickers) and only 4 American flags. Does this tell you something about the South? Perhaps.

Boo. I’m tired of being broke. It is currently the bane of my
existence and considering that I still have no reliable source of
income (another boo) my money situation is beginning to look quite bleak.
It’s really not my fault if I applied to six places and they just never
called back, right? What am I supposed to do, get on my knees and beg?
Although that might work, I’m just not about to flounce into some store
and make that sort of confrontation. Perhaps I should learn to
sacrifice my dignity for the sake of money…..sounds a bit
comprimising if you ask me. But forgive the cynicism and think only of
the poor college student who simply wants to give something nice to her
dad for Father’s Day! Oh well . . . if someone would just pay me to
fold clothes, I’d be rich, cause that’s how I’ve been spending my time
at home.

Wow. So today I went to a spa (Chateau Elan to be specific) with my
good friend Abigail and had a most lovely time. I had never had a
professional massage before and my Lord was it great. I think I’m
hooked. And then a facial. Sooooo nice. But, of course, the best part
was *drum roll* the resistance pool! Oh yes indeed….goodtimes were
had by all. Afterwards a little pizza and Family Guy…..all adds up to
enough to make this gal’s weekend quite a success.

Plans for the week are in the works: a little visit to the old high
school, movies, dance parties, bar-hopping . . . or . . . most likely
just the first two. Drama drama… oh but I do so enjoy spending time
with friends. As much company as a good book or a paintbrush and canvas
can be, a little human socializing is a grand spirit-lifter as well.

Went on a little adventure with my mother today and we had ourselves quite a good time . . . at the outlet mall, of course.

It’s beginning to surprise me (yet again) how quickly the time passes. Here were are not quite in the middle of June and yet the fact that we are in the month of JUNE still strikes me as somewhat odd. You mean it’s not last summer anymore? Or even September, just into classes? Or…wait a second….Christmas 2004 has come and gone? What? I know I must sound like a broken record on this topic of the passage of time, but when I write about it you must realize that it really is hitting me this hard. It is so bittersweet. I know there is much to look forward to, but I cannot help but look back into my memories of childhood and wish for the same idealisms that once graced my foolish little brain. Not that it isn’t still rather foolish–perhaps even more so–nonetheless, perspectives change. But I do like to think of it as merely a change in scenery. Essentially, I know where I’m coming from, what my purpose is and where home-base is; everything else that comes as goes cannot transcend the absolutes of faith. Which calls to mind good ol’ Nathaniel Hawthorne….how/why, you may ask, is one of my favourite authors a Trascendentalist? Well….because he’s got at least 50% of it right (and that’s more than most .)

AND….

h2o is flippin sweet.