| Mild Hackery |
[03 Dec 2006|07:34am] |
Well, phooey. Andrina changed her password. Go figure. Also she didn't validate her email address with her new account. For shame. ::sighs:: Work work work. It's never ending.
Anyway, this is just a post to say that I am a genius and fixed Andrina's computer. Again.
-me
(bwahahahahahahaha)
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| It lives.... |
[15 Nov 2006|07:27am] |
And it lives in Seattle now, and it writes about its Seattle life -- or it will, when it has one and has time to write about it -- at a brand-new shiny blog marked as friends only. So go and be my friend. :)
http://bubbleworker.livejournal.com
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[29 Nov 2004|06:41am] |
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So I owe a major update at some point about lif ein France, etc., but pretty much everybody on my FL already knows about life in France, which is going great, so I'm just going to throw this post up to say:
I'm in london! Waiting for my plane back to Germany-so-I-can-train-back-to-Strasbourg. But Jenn and I so did London and Haworth/Bronte Parsonage in about 36 hours, on a PURSE apiece, without ever ONCE checking into ah otel. We saw a random Little Women, wandered through London, SAT IN HOLMES AND WATSONS' chairs, stood in Charlotte Bronte's house, wandered the moors (well, the cultivated moor near the Bronte parsonage) and successfully navigated like three different systems of buses, undergrounds, etc. Oh yeah. There is no end to the rockingness of us.
I love evverrrybody and miss you all. Philly people, I'm home for like 5 days at Christmas if we want to go out or something or you want to come see the new house. Messiah peoples, should be back on campus by te start of spring term...before that, no promises.
Love love love to everyone. A blessed and beautiful holiday to everybody I won't talk to before the holiday.
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"I must leave, must cross this sea.
The love you gave is all I take with me."
~ Use Well The Days
And in a little under 19 hours...I must leave. I leave for Strasbourg.
For prayers, for love, for support...::hugs:: to you all. I will be updating whenever I can, but I don't know how often that'll be.
Email: dg1214@messiah.edu
God bless and keep each and every one of you.
PS: Sara, because I'm brilliant like that I contrived to LOSE your info. AFTER carrying it around in my sleeve all night. I'm just. that. cool. So you or Kaitey, email it to me.
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| I'm leavin' on a jet plane... |
[22 Aug 2004|11:42pm] |
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So, la. Decided I should probably update this at least once before I leave.
Two weeks from Tuesday I head for France. I shall be staying in Strasbourg, with a young woman and her seven year old daughter. I shall be studying I-don't-know-what, cooking entirely for myself for the first time in my life, and speaking a language I have lost all love for in a culture I have lost all interest in because of the misery that was French this past year. Hoping and praying that this all goes away once I GET there, because it's so stupid of me to be unhappy. And today was HAPPY, because I went to church, despite being tired, and it was just...a marvelous time. Church has been a real bright spot in my summer. I mean, it always should be, but sometimes it isn't...but I'm slowly but surely really becoming part of the community at my church, and it means so much to have people besides just the pastor and camp people to come up to me and actually know who I am and say they'll be praying for me. And I'm ALSO having that experience more and more at my school church, which is also happy. Bryan and I went up to youth group a few weeks ago, and it was a marvelous ridiculous amount of fun to see all the kids. I shall miss both my church homes horribly in France, but I also keep telling myself that every time I've been scared God's provided amazing communities of Christian (and non-Christian!) friends for me. I still have no idea why so many people are so nice to me, but I'm happy that they are. :4)
So my summer. My summer has been...rather uneventful. I did a week of Total It Up with Wycliffe Bible Translators/Summer Institute of Linguistics, which was a lot of fun, and I am seriously considering working with their literacy and language development programs. I visited Jenn once and shall visit her again shortly. I got in two trips up to youth group events. I had a final party at my grandparents' house and swam in the pool, watched "Macbeth" set in a 1970's rural Pennsylvania fast food joint, and went to my church's rendition of a Beethoven mass with some of my best friends. I watched my dad and aunt sign the papers that made that house no longer part of our family, and said goodbye to the most tangible link to my Nana and Lolo that I had. I went down to Alabama to visit my other grandparents', set a family record for staying on the tube, jumped off a Very High Dock, and genreally had a marvelous time. I made Bryan a cloak. I saw opera performed in the park. I rode on the Spirit of the Philadelphia. I spent an evening at Spaghetti Warehouse with the coolest camp staff in the world and then saw The Village with the Amandas and Ned. I had a marvelous reminiscing evening downtown with Jared and Sara and Anna and Jared's friend Jess, who was very sweet, particularly considering we spent half the evening talking about people she doesn't know, and I was reminded how desperately I miss my Masterman friends. I got my driver's license. I went to New York City not once but TWICE; I saw Fiddler on the Roof and Phantom of the Opera with my belovedest roomies and roomie-twin, and I saw Richard Dreyfuss and Eric Stolz LIVE with my family. I learned how to make fan music videos and wasted spectacular amounts of time on it. I am still taking a philosophy course, and the less said about that the better, though I have had some interesting discussions and it's fun driving the drive every night and I think I may, against all odds, pass with a C or better. I did more writing than I've done in a long time -- mostly flippant silliness or fanfiction type stuff, but just to be creating again is fun. I even have a few ORIGINAL plots starting to tease at the end of my brain again. I worked for six weeks at camp, feel again like I've failed to reach the kids, but I don't know what to do about that and if I continue obsessing over it it's going to drag me back down into the muck I've been in the past month. And I never stopped missing everybody desperately.
And yes, the muck has been rather present this summer, and many thanks and hugs to those of you who've continually pulled me out of it. I'm feeling useless and hopeless and lethargic and a dead weight on the work of God; I feel like a waste of oxygen and a shameful, dessicated excuse for a Christian. I don't know what to do about that, so I'm just praying, and praying, and holding on as tight as I know how. I know God is faithful, and I know this too shall pass. I just wish it would pass faster.
And now I have 15 days before I leave. I've done no French study or anything, and at this point I don't think I'm going to, and I guess that's just life. Pray for me, please, those of you who pray, for encouragement and motivation and just more of a lasting interest in getting up every morning and ENJOYING it.
Endless love in spades to Jared, and Messiaheans, and Sara, and Kaitey, and Jenn, and Jenn, and everyone else who is packing up and moving to or back to a different life. I hope to update this thing fairly frequently while in France, so yeah, check back. If I don't have your address...if you even THINK I don't have your address...email it to me at dg1214@messiah.edu pronto, so that I can send you happy letters from the land of cheese, croissants and guillotines. And know that I love love love you all!!
PS:
For the American, not-necessarily-Republican-or-Republican-but-anti-the-equation-of-Christianity-with-Republicanism, Christian peoples on my flist...this might be of interest to you.
http://go.sojo.net/campaign/takebackourfaith
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So it's after midnight, which is close enough,a nd I'm not sure I'll be able to get online tomorrow with the leaving of the parents and the driving of the brother and so on and so forth. So...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHELE!!
::major hugs:: I love you!</font></p>
::more major hugs:: Maman loves you, too!
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[22 Jun 2004|11:57pm] |
Because I was amused...
Okay, so, Chele, Jenn...stay AWAY from Allie.
I always suspected Cat of osmething...
:;holds out arms to Jen:: My child!
Jared...you know, I'm not even surprised.
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| It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...a lemming! |
[08 Jun 2004|11:41pm] |
| andrina's LJ stalker is nevskaya! | | nevskaya is stalking you because your LiveJournal is just SO demmed interesting. They are also leaving anonymous abuse on your journal! |
LJ Stalker FinderFrom Go-Quiz.comWow. So my journal, which I have not updated except with bad fanart or videos for over a month, is interesting. Chele, get a hobby or something. Seriously. And don't worry. I know you always sign your abuse.
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So I need to do a long post about life in general and about Total It Up! in particular, but this is just a quick note to do two things...
1) Those of you were praying about the situation with my doggie, thank you so much!! Bon-Bon has officially found a home with a WONDERFUL family from Messiah with a little beagle puppy to play with him all day. We took him out yesterday and they FELL in love with him and he and their dog got along wonderfully. So he needs his shots and then we'll take him back out later this week. Which is an AMAZING answer to prayer, since most of you guys know Dad's been threatening to send him to the pound every other week for years and I was beginning to dread I wouldn't find a safe, loving home for my puppy before leaving for France.
2) TIU-ers and anyone else who's interested....my pictures!! Lots and lots of them, because Danina + camera = scariness.
Big group picture!
Mu-mu! (Moo-moo?)
More mu-mu.
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...a hole in the ground!
It's Brad (and someone else mostly concealed by Brad) carrying the mu-mu to the hole in the ground!
Origami Pahty!
More origaming.
Random pictures of our super-swank apartment. Beats Grantham 319, Jenn and Rachael, huh?
And more
And still more
The building wherein lies the super-swank apartment, and two roomies coming out of it.
The paper menagerie
Hannah, Sara and Megan lead worship the last day
-- Also in here I have lots of random pictures from our last lunch, but that's got alot of WBT staff as well and some of them end up in pretty sensitive places. So TIUers who want to see that, email me and I'll send it to you, but I'd rather not have it stuck up on the LJ for all to see.
A few shots of book cases holding Bible translations (mostly New Testaments) in all sorts of awesome languages that didn't have the Scriptures in their own language until WBT came along.
Other book case
From farther away (LOOK at all the shelves! Happiness!)
And again.
Danina reads Da Jesus Book, the New Testament in Hawaiian pidgin. No end to the awesomeness.
Roomies!
Wycliffe's North East Regional Office
So that's everything. God bless, everybody!
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So my sophomore year is over...but it ended on a Praise-God note...
Danina signs on from home, after hours of unpacking.
Danina IMs Rachael.
Danina: Roomie!
Rachael, five minutes later: You still there?
Danina: Yup!
Rachael: Have you seen my keys since we went out Sunday? (Note: Rachael wore our friend Bryan's coat for half the evening becuase she was cold and he has this huge freaking trenchcoat he stalks around in.)
Danina: No...
Discussion ensues. Rachael names multiple places keys might be, including, VERY VERY faintly possibly, Bryan's coat. Danina, saying "what the heck," calls Bryan's cell phone.
Result: Bryan says coat is hard to get to.
Peeks in trunk and discovers it's accessible.
Accesses.
Keys -- complete with Rachael's signature 'Keys I haven't Lost Yet" keychain -- in Bryan's pocket.
Danina, freaking out, assuming Bryan's home: Oh shoot. Oh shoot. Darn. Ick. Oh gosh. Is there ANY way you could run them out to campus tomorrow? Are you home yet? Where are you?
Bryan: I'm standing outside [his dorm building] right now.
Danina: ...really?
Bryan: Yup. Just about to get in the car and leave.
Danina: Hold on..
::Ims Rachael and sends her running out to get her keys::
It's just a...God is cool moment. Because had all of that happened five, ten minutes later -- to say nothing of, like, tomorrow morning -- it might have been impossible, or next to impossible, to get keys.
Yay God.
Longer, more introspective post later. If I feel like it. I'm still in denial that I'm halfway through college, or that I'm going to France in the fall.
Jared, ENJOY!! I'll be praying for you! Have a safe and AWESOME time and call me on the 30th!!!!
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Hee hee! I have hacked into Danina's LJ to redesign it! Mwahahahaha! I have the power! I have the power!
I should *so* be doing work right now. Or, you know...sleeping.
Edit: Hee hee. I changed her icon, too. Heeeee! Power! Power!
Edited on 5/11: I just felt it necessary to prove that the Insect isn't the ONLY one who can hack Danina. HAHAHAHA. GO ME! ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY CHAUMICHELE! BOW BEFORE ME, LOWER BEINGS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! ... ::trails off into hacking coughs::
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[25 Apr 2004|09:44am] |
Tonight is the concert.
As of Friday, we'd sold 163 tickets in a venue for 1400.
Pray, please. Pray hard. We've worked so hard on this and we want so badly for it to work to raise the money....ALL of the proceeds go to either IJM, to rescue children out of forced prostitution, or aftercare agencies that help the kids recover.
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I was just kidnapped by Jenny and spent an hour lying out on Cemetary Hill with Danae, Jeannette, Jenny, Becca, and Jenn, singing snatches of VeggieTales, Shakespearean ballads, and the alphabet song, dodging imagined public safety or ghosts and watching for stars.
I love my life.
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Pray for some people I love. God knows who they are.
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[02 Apr 2004|01:27pm] |
Random entry...
Saw "Guess Who's Coming To Dinner" last night. That movie makes me inordinately happy. "You mean have we been to bed together? Well, the answer is no. ::beat:: He wouldn't." "It's not that I don't want to know you, Hilary, although I don't." "Don't speak. Just go." "You are a pontificating old poop!"
I LOVE that movie. Katherine Hepburn rocks. And Spencer Tracey rocks. And the priest rocks. And Joanna is SO Cecilia it's not even funny. And I seriously adore Sidney Poitier. If he were forty years younger...::grins in a predatory fashion::
And TONIGHT I get to go see Sam The Return of the King on campus!!
And the best and brightest news of today: They're here! See my beauteous bangles from beloved Bria (and then say that three times fast)!! Thank you so much, honey! I love them!!!!! (And yes, I WOULD have stuffed the money down your shirt. If only to get you back for everything "the walls" did last year. :4) )
Prayers and love to everyone!! Kaitey, my Easter break starts next Thursday, so I'll call you and Sara and we'll figure out if we can still do something or what. I'm still not sure if I'm coming HOME for Easter (I just have Friday and Monday off) or what.
Sunday's Palm Sunday. Wow. This year is flying.
I love you all! Have a gorgeous weekend!
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[01 Apr 2004|09:26am] |
Hey everybody...
Those of you who pray, etc...could you please keep in your prayers the family of a student at Messiah? His name is Jesse, and he died yesterday in a car accident. He was an international student from Kenya. It's...yeah. He was in IJM, and I knew him slightly, and to some of my friends, like A.J. and Agaba, he was someone they knew very well and cared alot about. And Messiah's small enough that anything like this sends shock waves through the whole community. So please...prayers for his friends and family.
Jared, I'm praying for the mess with the fire down by you. Lemme know if there's anything I could do from up here.
::mass hugs:: I love you all.
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| It's good to be a lemming... |
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So I have just given up on ever actually updating on my whole life. Most, if not all of you, know the basic gist of what's been going on in my life the past two months. (Dec. 26-31st: Urbana. January 2nd: My Nana died. J-term: Course on War/Peace/Biblical Justice that really broadened my views and sent me into a hopeful Peace & Conflict Studies minor. February 1st: My Lolo (grandfather) died. ). And now I'm just avoiding work in the early morning and doing this random meme stolen from these ladies:
Where I was . . .
1. When John F. Kennedy was shot (11/22/1963) Not even close to being born. Not even my mother remembers this one, though my father was old enough and remembers arguing with his Puerto-Rican babysitter that it was the President of Puerto Rico, not America, who had died.
2. When Mt. St. Helens blew (5/18/1980) Still not born. I read a book about it when I was six, though, which I still remember.
3. When the space shuttle Challenger exploded (1/28/1986) I was a year and a little more ("Five and a little bit over..") and don't remember it. Didn't even really learn about it until years later, when my sixth grade math/science/history teacher talked about it on the anniversary (she had made it to the final round of teachers considered to go on the shuttle.)
4. When the 7.1 earthquake hit San Francisco (10/7/1989) I was five. We were probably concerned, since I think my Aunt sally and her family were living in San Fran by then, but I don't remember it.
5. When the Berlin Wall fell (11/7/1989) I really WAS "five and a little bit over" during this one! I remember Dad sitting me down on the couch and trying to explain the Wall in terms of "You couldn't go see Marianne ( a friend about a block away) without getting shot if the Wall was in between" to make me understand how great it was that it was coming down. In 1991 we had this weekly "World Cultures" class taught by the principal (I was in first grade) and we had a party when the Soviet Union collapsed.
6. When the Gulf War began (1/16/1991) I was in kindergarten and didn't really understand what was happening, beyond to be grateful my great-grandfather wasn't involved (he had fought in World War II, and my sense of time was pretty limited). I remember a girl in my class, Nicole, had a brother or uncle or something over there, who would write our class letters.
7. When OJ Simpson was chased in his White Bronco (6/17/1994) This I missed completely. And did anyone NOT get sick of hearing about that very soon? Was it really nineteen ninety FOUR? I definitely remember the trial going on until I was in middle school.
8. When the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City was bombed (4/19/1995) I thought I was younger when this happened. (I was in the same classroom for third and fifth grade, which continually messes up my memories.) I remember not really understanding what had happened and feeling guilty about that. Several months later I saw a picture in my mom's People in the bathroom (*the* picture, the one with the fireman holding the little girl) and I noticed her sock, that she had one sock on. Why that blew me away I don't know, but I went and sobbed for hours afterwards. I think it was the first time I really cared about anyone outside my immediate circle.
9. When Princess Di was killed (8/31/1997) Mom came in to tell me while I was getting ready for school. She wasn't insane about it, but she'd always felt this connection to Princess Di because they were almost the same age and my birthday is very close to the younger Prince's, which means they were pregnant at the same time. I remember being sad, being angry at the journalists (this started my hatred and distrust of the media, though other things confirmed it), and being upset in general that no one was talking about Mother Teresa or the Christian rock artist Rich Mullins ("Awesome God", "Sometimes by Step", "Hold Me Jesus" ) who died around the same time.
10. When Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold opened fire on their classmates at Columbine High School (4/20/1999) I was in 8th grade and really upset. I remember talking about it for hours on the phone with Jess that night, and I wore a homemade black armband for a couple weeks.
11. When Bush was first announced President (11/7/2000) Disappointment, anxiety, this funny sort of "I-don't-like-his-policies-at-all-but-at-least-he-seems-to-be-a-moral-man" type of uneasiness that I still have. In all seriousness, the President makes me queasy, because I continually struggle with this issue of viewing him as a brother in the faith and someone responsible for the deaths of so many people and the current rather disturbing state of our country, and of facing this fact that I really can't think of any political candidate I would *rather* have in office, but at the same time I want him out before more wars happen and more people die.
12. When the 6.8 earthquake hit Nisqually, WA (2/28/2001) Why I missed this, I don't know, but I did. This was the winter I was kind of a wreck and I wasn't paying much attention to anything outside my bedroom.
13. When terrorists destroyed the World Trade Center (9/11/2001) My physics teacher told us at the start of second period, and then gave us a physics lesson anyway -- she had a cousin who was in the towers (later found unharmed) and she needed to do something to keep from freaking out. The biology teacher, her housemate and close friend, kept coming in to give her updates because she didn't have a class. The next period was lunch and we were all in the cafeteria, watching the TVs and talking and crying. I remember Autumn and Rob leading prayer during math...remember the fifth graders freaking out when we were in French, and Jared asking me "How could God let this happen?"...remember trying frantically to get ahold of Jenn, because of D.C., and Chele, because of the last plane, and freaking out when my cell phone couldn't go through to Altoona "Because of an emergency state in that area". School was dismissed early and we didn't have any the next day; there was major panic for a while while they tried to figure out where the last plane was and alot of people were predicting it might be headed for Philadelphia. The city totally shut down for a day or two afterwards because alot of Philadelphians commute to NYC to work or have friends/family there; someone from my church worked on the cleanup crew and for a few days my Dad didn't know if he'd be part of the hospital crew his hospital was sending up or not. September 11th is the birthday of two of my close friends, and that still means more to me than what happened; I was horribly upset, but it didn't really affect my personal life in anyway. The start of the wars against Afghanistan and Iraq did more, in a way, because I started following world events more and I was praying so desperately that war NOT begin that when it did my faith in God and in this country was severely shaken. I pray for the survivors whenever I think about it, and it makes me sick the extent to which the tragedy's been commercialized and appropriated by anyone who wants to justify anything (and I'm sorry, but "Have You Forgotten" is a song that makes me want to vomit, and not because it's country.) And these people are an inspiration to me.
14. When Columbia disintegrated during re-entry over Texas. (2/1/2003) This I to a large extent missed until several days later, when I was upset.
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Pending a long overdue entry describing the insanity that has been my life the last six weeks...
Nana
Lolo
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