tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85310212011-04-21T23:12:43.253-04:00piperbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03507505386154517752noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531021.post-1097703351087725542004-10-13T17:33:00.000-04:002004-10-13T17:53:16.720-04:00I am so tired, but thankful. Everything is going pretty well. However, my house may tell another story. It's suffering from neglect. If I were it's parent, I would be arrested. I haven't even seen the vacuum in about three weeks and there was a smell coming from somewhere in the kitchen, but it took days before I got the physical gumption to investigate. It was the death of the Idahos. A potato slaughter. For days, it seemed easier just to move. <br /> <br />School is amazing. My brain is literally growing. I'm fascinated by my Reading class. I'm inspired. I'm reading "I Read It, But I Don't Get It" by Cris Tovani, and I love it. I have a list of books bigger than me waiting to be read and all I want to do is jump in and read and read and read. But then, I want to sleep. It's not even six o'clock and I'm already in my pajamas. I think dinner may be a bowl of Rice Crispies...the generic, Publix brand. It's just that kind of night. <br /> <br />I had a dream about a boy in my class. I was leaving bowls of dog food on my doorstep for him. What does that mean?? <br /> <br />What does a first kiss feel like? I've forgotten, but it looks fantastic on tv. <br /> <br />Lyrics: <br /> <br />Rosetta stone* by Throwing Muses <br /> <br />Slept for a long time... Gone for a long time... If you ain't hiding... You can't see... <br /> <br />Stand me where i can see you... Fill my pockets, fill me in... If I ain't collecting... I can't win <br /> <br />Everybody goes to the window... I can't remember what's outside... Hit the ground running <br /> <br />Sleep with the Rosetta Stone... Stay here where I can see you... It's not a good time that I like... It's a soft, a cold... <br />And a high <br /> <br />Quote: <br />"...someday we'll meet beyond the stars and it will be away from here. someday we'll meet beyond the limits of who we are <br />and it will be away from here..." [August] by Rilo Kiley <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531021-109770335108772554?l=piperbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>piperbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03507505386154517752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531021.post-1096510956557339392004-09-30T01:25:00.000-04:002004-09-29T22:22:36.556-04:00My old home page has been converted to just empty space for storing files for school. It wasn't my idea. So now what drips out of my brain will just have to live here. You can still get to the page, wait...I can still get to the page, but I have to log in to do it and since I don't want everyone having access to my user space, I've relocated. How do you send out change-of-address cards for this kind of thing? <br /> <br />I hear snoring. I wish it was me. <br /> <br />My writing callus is getting bigger. I much prefer a keyboard to a pencil, and as sad as that may be to some, I never get calluses on the tips of my fingers. We won't even talk about carpal tunnel, k? This is my blog. <br /> <br />I have so many things I want to say...I just can't think now. I'll update often, I promise. No...no promises. My schedule is crazy right now. But I'm loving every minute of it. <br /> <br />I'm a practicum teacher! I've spent 13.5 hours now as a student teaching intern and so far, it rocks. Monday, I teach 3 class periods. What am I doing here..I've got to go prepare...and sleep. I really want to go to sleep. <br /> <br />Goodnight princes of Maine, kings to New England, and everyone else who dares to journey here. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531021-109651095655733939?l=piperbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>piperbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03507505386154517752noreply@blogger.com1