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Name: Katie
Birthday: 3/25/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: making the utmost of my life. viola, the arts, literature, poetry anthologies. unconscious connections. rain. religion. making people feel loved.
Expertise: the minute i tell myself that i'm accomplished in anything, i begin to limit my potential for improvement. so nothing, really.
Occupation: Student
Industry: music, english
Email: email me
AIM:  whiteoleander247
Member Since:
6/20/2004
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Days that cannot bring you near
or will not,
Distance trying to appear
something more obstinate,
argue argue argue with me
endlessly
neither proving you less wanted nor less dear.
Distance: Remember all that land
beneath the plane;
that coastline
of dim beaches deep in sand
stretching indistinguishably
all the way,
all the way to where my reasons end?
Days: And think
of all those cluttered instruments,
one to a fact,
canceling each other's experience;
how they were
like some hideous calendar
"Compliments of Never & Forever, Inc."
The intimidating sound
of these voices
we must separately find
can and shall be vanquished:
Days and Distance disarrayed again
and gone...
Elizabeth Bishop
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I was lost in the lakes
And the shape that your body makes
That your body makes
And the mountains said I could find you here
They whisper the snow and the leaves in my ear
I traced my finger along your trails
Your body was the map
I was lost in there
Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you and now you're mine
I was moving across your frozen veneer
The sky was dark
But you were clear
Could you feel my footsteps?
And would you shatter, would you shatter?
Would you?
Your soft fingers between my claws
Like purity against resolve
I could tell then there that we were formed from the clay
And came from the rocks for earth to display
They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind rages through your hair
- Great Lake Swimmers
I'm beginning to love this group. They're so thoughtful and folk-ish sounding.
I am just wanting to be home. I'm tired of this year and of dealing with the same annoying people every day and the practice rooms and my schedule and I need to be with my family for a long time, I miss my mom and my brothers so much... Thomas and I had a long phone talk the other night about life and movies. I swear, that little boy has more gentle understanding in him than most adults will ever have. He's one of my top closest friends...
I wish that this boy would understand my desire for independence the way he understands everything else about me...almost everything, but not enough.
I want to get my nose pierced, but I doubt that I'll do it anytime soon.
My hands are hurting this evening because I've played so hard today... I need to practice more tonight but it's not a good idea.
I love biblegateway.com ... it's so helpful!
And I was reading this last night:
Imagining you my being burns more brightly,
my veins turn the night red.
About my heart the armed guardian
rattles with suspicion. Has your feeling
caught sight of me down through the liberated stars?
Are you coming from unopposable space
- Rilke, 1913
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let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don't you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels
our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain
let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you
and i don't mind
if it's me you need to turn to
we'll get by,
it's the heart that really matters in the end
our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain
all of my regret
will wash away somehow
but i can not forget
the way i feel right now
in these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away
but these small hours
these little wonders still remain
- rob thomas
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| I love huge storms! I'm thankful though, that the tornado didn't quite come through Waco last night... I hope no one was hurt.
The day after a tornado is usually so beautiful... like today! It's so lovely outside...
Brittany and I went to go see Meet the Robinsons last night. You should watch it - it's seriously one of my new favorites! It's so sweet and funny - I hadn't watched a kids' movie in a while but this one was excellent.
My industrial is bothering me this week... ugh!
There also seems to be a chemical reaction going on in one of my eyes... yesterday I looked in the mirror, and it was bright red, and it's not itchy or sore, although it feels a little irritated. I took my contacts out, and today it looks a little better but it's still red... that can't be pinkeye, can it? Because doesn't pinkeye itch really badly? Ugh that's the last thing I need right now...anyway I'm being really careful with it.
I need to go grocery shopping.
I love my independence. I realized the other day that I don't want to be in a relationship, at least for the time being... I'm just really happy with the goals I'm accomplishing and the friendships that I have.
I can't wait for Easter weekend... I want to go home!
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