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Name: Charissa
Gender: Female
Interests: Music!!!!, my family, piano, politics, cool musicals, people, violin, cats, flute, friends, confidence, chemistry, calculus, reading,and talking...I talk a lot...
Expertise: Analyzing, Synthesizing and Integrating especially in relation to all dilemmas musical, chemical and psychological.
Occupation: Music Instructor
Industry: Music
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  amazinggraceE289
Member Since:
2/14/2005
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| ...Eleven Hall Meetings left. This one is huge. ...Three months left of making money without paying rent ...About 90 days left of my existence as a college student with a transitory existence ...Eleven weeks left until my recital. ...One more spring break spent single. ...One more summer before I'm married. But hold that thought...aren't we always waiting? Just waiting for something to happen. Waiting in line, waiting on a check, waiting to be noticed, waiting to be ready, waiting to become somebody. It's all a chasing after the wind. Everything is meaningless. Live in the moment. Jesus sweetens each with His smile, His laugh, His glance because He loves. Every stage is a joy; the good and bad. Each has Jesus in it with you and that should be the one thing you never have to wait for. | | |
| Well Tulsa is so far away and just around the corner.
So many people I know are in the next room but a thousand miles away.
How do you feel about going to Europe?
Me too. Good idea. Is there such a thing as perseverance becoming kindness and kindness becoming love?
Also, how does godliness already not include all those other things?
II Peter 1:5-8 When can I play spades again?
or talk about string theory?
or make sure Rachel doesn't stress out about senior paper?
or eat SAGA?
or sit in the music building and wonder if the gospel singers are going to destroy the piano?
or run back for curfew?
I seem a tad homesick...
schoolsick? Somehow I'm going to make this last session of camp so amazing that everyone will think we just started instead of are "winding down". I hope Summer of 2007 changes your life, especially in the last two weeks. | | |
| Bring 'em out! Bring 'em out!
Pump up your fists; do the twist like this
til the lights go out
Bring 'em out! Bring 'em out! It's interesting to write a letter to your future self, assuming all these things about how you'll be in 9 weeks or so and writing as though those things are true. Like, hey self, I expect you to be a better person than me and I expect you to know how to do such and such and such and I expect you to have dealt with this and oh, I hope you've done all of these things and conducted yourself in a way pleasing to God and helpful to Man. And practiced (because that will not only make you a better person but it will make you a happier person), and sang (ditto), and prayed (because that will keep you functional and will help you in every way), etc. Anyway, I'd recommend it. There's something about the air here at camp. There are healing properties in it and growth mix for humans specially designed to present you with challenges so you can become a better person if you so desire. I've never found quite the same mix of community and growth and intensity anywhere else. *insert three cheers for Camp Sonshine*
Family is an interesting word. You can change it into Lyafim or flyami. You can use it for all relatives. You can use it for those your close to at your abiding place/homestead. "They're like family!" you say, and mean it. No one has the capacity to wound like family does. No one is as frustrating either. From no one else on the planet could "I'm proud of you" mean more. But those are all circular definitions of family. Family is just a label for those things really. There's quite a lot of word we people use that have such circular definitions.
Random personal side-note of sentimental (an un-xanga-worthy) value only:
My Honey Dip sent me Chacos so I'll be sporting those back in T-Town
They are not camp appropriate shoes so I wear them with my pajamas between 9 and 11 at night. May the God of all Peace grant you rest and refreshment as He posts His angels about you and flanks you on either side with his Love. | | |
| and other lovely songs stuck in my head.
Jack Johnson's groove, Pete Yorn sentiments, Snow Patrol metaphors, Sinatra soul, Debussy, Believer's feel.......mm mm mmmmmh
Mix that one up and you get the perfect day with some rain and some sun and a beautiful cloud or two when the wind just exists to sing in the leaves but never whistle in your ear and the shoes you wear are never uncomfortable and it doesn't matter what you eat because of who you're eating with. Such is today. Feels like a skip and a hug and perfect timing.
I'm just glad I got over my discontented self yesterday and moved on to sunnier moods. I suppose I appreciate today more because my week was so strange and disconcerting. Ever have those few days where everything seems slightly wrong but there really is nothing to shake a stick at? Then one day you wake up and realize, oh how silly am I to be struggling with something that is not there! I will go to a book fair and be happy once more. Yes yes.
I'm so glad I know when I'm being unreasonable and emotional. At least, I hope I keep it under control as much as I think I do. The imagined rainstorm just is so much prettier and acceptable to talk about once one realizes it's an illusion - "Ah, dear. Irrational emotions. It's a good thing we're done with that for awhile now." (However only a simpleton or a sub-rational girl would say such things to herself.)
Goodness, look at the time! Off I skip to breakfast.
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