Main Entry: res·o·nance
Pronunciation: 're-z&-n&n(t)s, 'rez-n&n(t)s
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English resonaunce, from Middle French resonance, from resoner to resound
2.d) a quality of evoking response...
Funny how some songs seem to have so much at certain times.
I've tried so hard my dear to show
that you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past
keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
Another love before my time
made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now
for things I didn't do
In anger unkind words are said
that make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
There was a time when I believed
that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
to a memory
The more I learn to care for you
the more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
September 16, 2007
June 7, 2007
No Comment
No, literally; no comments from me...
Because if I start, I will complain, and if I complain then I will believe my complaints, and then if I believe my complaints I will be unhappy, and if I am unhappy then I will complain. More.
Because if I start, I will complain, and if I complain then I will believe my complaints, and then if I believe my complaints I will be unhappy, and if I am unhappy then I will complain. More.
June 3, 2007
What the ?
Now that I have a summer job in a nice new building downtown instead of a barn, and my responsibilities involve putting information into a database, papers in the right folders in the right order, and passing on information to people who want it; I suddenly have a "real" job.
"Oohh L.T. has grown up..." (they said today)
Never mind the fact that up until this point my summer employment involved ensuring the well-being of a number of animals (borrowed) and children (also essentially borrowed) under my care at any given moment of the day which I consider to fall into the realm of a significantly higher amount of responsibility.
Apparently that can't class as a real job, but this one does even though it is also only a summer stint.
Bull$hit.
"Oohh L.T. has grown up..." (they said today)
Never mind the fact that up until this point my summer employment involved ensuring the well-being of a number of animals (borrowed) and children (also essentially borrowed) under my care at any given moment of the day which I consider to fall into the realm of a significantly higher amount of responsibility.
Apparently that can't class as a real job, but this one does even though it is also only a summer stint.
Bull$hit.
May 11, 2007
"Purse-Maker"?
I've searched through 4 pages of Google results. How many pages of Google should one go through before it is safe to assume what you are looking for doesn't exist (and isn't it strange to think that one would discount the existence of something because of its absence from the results of an internet search...). Aside from the term "aumosnier" in a 1292 Tax Role of Paris, I'm getting nothing. And "aumosnier" seems to be a term unique to that document. Mind you my French is regrettably lacking so perhaps I'm missing something...
Can anyone tell me if there is a proper term for a maker of purses?
Can anyone tell me if there is a proper term for a maker of purses?
April 28, 2007
March 20, 2007
must, not, succumb!
3.5 weeks of school left in this semester and I am, as usual, beginning to get just a touch worried about how much I don't know yet...I should be studying.
Instead, I am engaging in my favourite winter semester studying-avoidance technique. I even skipped my evening class because it really didn't seem worth the $1.50 in gas I would spend to get there. I had intended to work on a couple of assignments; however, the temptation was too great to avoid. I haven't done a bit of schoolwork all evening. (ShinyShoes, I really hope you aren't reading this today...I can just imagine the look you'd be giving me and it's making me uncomfortable...). I didn't even watch Gilmore Girls. I'm too absorbed by my task.
Cleaning.
Actually, technically, it's more like organizing. Re-organizing really.
It started with my decision to put my laundry away before my 6pm class. I was spurred on by my inability to find three things that I wanted this past weekend (white elbow-length gloves, Rummoli board, game of Clue); I generally justify the organization of my life according to whether or not I can find what I'm looking for. If I can find whatever is missing then it's all ok. It's never been the case that I couldn't find the AWOL object before. This is a new and scary state of being. From there my tidying spiralled wildly out of control: laundry, decision to move bed, realization that bed didn't fit into new spot, decision to move 7ft bookshelf, removing of books and "stuff" (incl dust) from bookshelf, sorting of things I *really* don't need to keep, putting many of said things back onto shelves anyways (do I really need 5 years of back issues of both Bike and Mountain Bike magazines? Not so much.) and finally moving books etc. back onto bookshelf. I've spent the past 3 and a half hours (hmm, interesting, considering that concern above about 3 and a half weeks of school left) making a giant mess of my room in the hopes of creating a tidier, less cluttered space. I've got at least another hour to go before I can go to bed as my mattress is up against the door and there are still two shelves of books spread out over my bed-frame. Thankfully I talked myself out of my desire to repaint. I was this -><- close to hopping into my car and going to buy some paint. In my defence though, the walls really do need to be repainted. Honestly.
The downside to all of this is that I'm feeling entirely out of sorts due to being thrown back through 12 years of memories in the short space of 3.5 hours. It's slightly disconcerting. Aside from the fact that it emphasizes my feelings that I'm not much further ahead in the grand scheme of life than I was back then, it also reminds me how attached I am to my *stuff*. I have a very strong tradition of pack-rat-ism in my family. Argh, I don't want to be like them.
Must,
Change.
Must,
Not,
Succumb!
Perhaps I should frame that and put it up on my (needing to be repainted) wall.
It can remind me to a) get rid of things I don't use or need, and b) study instead of yielding to the desire to clean.
Instead, I am engaging in my favourite winter semester studying-avoidance technique. I even skipped my evening class because it really didn't seem worth the $1.50 in gas I would spend to get there. I had intended to work on a couple of assignments; however, the temptation was too great to avoid. I haven't done a bit of schoolwork all evening. (ShinyShoes, I really hope you aren't reading this today...I can just imagine the look you'd be giving me and it's making me uncomfortable...). I didn't even watch Gilmore Girls. I'm too absorbed by my task.
Cleaning.
Actually, technically, it's more like organizing. Re-organizing really.
It started with my decision to put my laundry away before my 6pm class. I was spurred on by my inability to find three things that I wanted this past weekend (white elbow-length gloves, Rummoli board, game of Clue); I generally justify the organization of my life according to whether or not I can find what I'm looking for. If I can find whatever is missing then it's all ok. It's never been the case that I couldn't find the AWOL object before. This is a new and scary state of being. From there my tidying spiralled wildly out of control: laundry, decision to move bed, realization that bed didn't fit into new spot, decision to move 7ft bookshelf, removing of books and "stuff" (incl dust) from bookshelf, sorting of things I *really* don't need to keep, putting many of said things back onto shelves anyways (do I really need 5 years of back issues of both Bike and Mountain Bike magazines? Not so much.) and finally moving books etc. back onto bookshelf. I've spent the past 3 and a half hours (hmm, interesting, considering that concern above about 3 and a half weeks of school left) making a giant mess of my room in the hopes of creating a tidier, less cluttered space. I've got at least another hour to go before I can go to bed as my mattress is up against the door and there are still two shelves of books spread out over my bed-frame. Thankfully I talked myself out of my desire to repaint. I was this -><- close to hopping into my car and going to buy some paint. In my defence though, the walls really do need to be repainted. Honestly.
The downside to all of this is that I'm feeling entirely out of sorts due to being thrown back through 12 years of memories in the short space of 3.5 hours. It's slightly disconcerting. Aside from the fact that it emphasizes my feelings that I'm not much further ahead in the grand scheme of life than I was back then, it also reminds me how attached I am to my *stuff*. I have a very strong tradition of pack-rat-ism in my family. Argh, I don't want to be like them.
Must,
Change.
Must,
Not,
Succumb!
Perhaps I should frame that and put it up on my (needing to be repainted) wall.
It can remind me to a) get rid of things I don't use or need, and b) study instead of yielding to the desire to clean.
March 11, 2007
This isn't a new idea folks...
"Those who think they have no time for bodily exercise will sooner or later have to find time for illness."
~Edward Stanley [1826-1893] address delivered at Liverpool College, December 20, 1873
~Edward Stanley [1826-1893] address delivered at Liverpool College, December 20, 1873
March 10, 2007
February 23, 2007
| Your Birthdate: April 11 |
 Spiritual and thoughtful, you tend to take a step back from the world. You're very sensitive to what's going on around you, yet you remain calm. Although you are brilliant, it may take you a while to find your niche. Your creativity is supreme, but it sometimes makes it hard for you to get things done. Your strength: Your inner peace Your weakness: You get stuck in the clouds Your power color: Emerald Your power symbol: Leaf Your power month: November |
January 11, 2007
The danger of high heels
My partners have never stepped on my feet while dancing. I manage very well on my own...
Perhaps I should stick to the closed-toe shoes until I get my feet sorted out in tango, that way I shall avoid tripping over my own toenails with poorly placed high heels :(
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