"The Shadow Proves the Sunshine" (Switchfoot)

Sunshine, won't you be my mother
Sunshine, come and help me sing
My heart is darker than these oceans
My heart is frozen underneath

We are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
The shadow proves the sunshine
The shadow proves the sunshine

Two scared little runaways
Hold fast to the break of day light where
The shadow proves the sunshine

Oh Lord, why did you forsake me?
Oh Lord, don't be far away
Storm clouds gathering beside me
Please Lord, don't look the other way

Crooked souls trying to stay up straight
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
The shadow proves the sunshine
The shadow proves the sunshine

Two scared little runaways
Hold fast to the break of day light where
The shadow proves the sunshine
The shadow proves the sunshine

Yeah yeah, shine on me
Yeah yeah, shine on me
Yeah yeah, shine on me
Yeah yeah, shine on me

Crooked souls trying to stay up straight
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
The shadow proves the sunshine
The shadow proves the sunshine

Two scared little runaways
Hold fast to the break of day light where
The shadow proves the sunshine
The shadow proves the sunshine

Yeah yeah, shine on me
Yeah yeah, shine on me
Yeah yeah, shine on me

Shine on me,
Let my shadows prove the sunshine

chernobyl

my cat has fleas. which means, my house has fleas. which means, i get flea bites. luckily, i don't scratch them awkwardly like a dog does... at least, not in public. but, because my dad doesn't get bitten he's lazy about giving tiger his flea treatment. which means the fleas spread and every so often i wake up with new bites. which is pretty embarassing because, "i don't want to wear a skirt because i have fleas" is a poor excuse.

which means today was spent cleaning up the house, stripping bed sheets, etc. etc. and setting off flea bombs. which, for the record, are about the coolest thing ever. and not just because you can find them in a hardware store. what you do is you clean the room, removing all ignitants, and set some newspaper down, and we set a flat box down, too, to keep it elevated and so it wouldn't tip over on the carpet. it's a lot like an air freshner in that it's a solution in a high pressure can with a nozzle to let it out. So, you depress the clicker until it's secure, making sure it's always pointing away, put it down on the floor, and run like hell out of the room before shutting the door.

then, if you're me, you watch the flea bomb for a while pretending to hear little fleas crying out in pain at their imminent doom. or maybe they don't know it's coming. it's just a short scream of terror and the thought of death and the life beyond. or maybe it's just me making it all up. anyhow, in another two hours we can go back into the room. take body count, tally em up, and move to the next room. so cool. so murderous.

peace with you

ought to post... nothing really to say... i never want to go back to school... i want to start a family band. not with my own family, i'll find a new one. none of us even have to be related. but i want to be in a family band. and tour the countryside in an AIR CONDITIONED (why has it been so hot lately?!?) bus/van. and p.s., i get first dibs on the tambourine.

vector plane

physics is fantastic. remembering all my units and formulae is a pain, but electricity and magnetism are freakin ENTHRALLING. i'm suprised every day by other things that use electrical fields (digital watches, eg.)

but the math class.

oh, the math class. 3 3/4 hours per day that i will never get back. but i have found stamina i didn't know I had. maybe i should take up knitting... i'd knit a whole new culture by the time this class ends.

new beginning

today was COSTCO DAY!! my dad and i went after i got back from the gym. while he chose prawns and I marveled at the outdoor furniture, I wandered over to the soda aisle in search of some caffeine-free diet dr. pepper. what's in it, you ask? pure love and sweetness + aspartame, I guess. but anyhow, I walked up to my precious soda and saw, "50% more than a 24 pack!".

friends, lovers, dear blog readers, WHAT THE HECK?! of course a 36 pack is 50% more than a 24 pack! that's about as useful as a gallon of milk saying "100% more than a half gallon!" why would they put that on a pack of soda?? is someone supposed to be propagandized by that? it's probably 50% more of the price, too. In fact, because that sort of moronity was on a soda pack, I decided not to get any. I got a tank top instead... a $16.99 tank top... oh costco you know what i like...

1200 curfews

so my dad stays on the list and now my mom is considering returning most of the things he ordered her. i go off the list and rely on my (women's) intuition, and the tank tops i got her are a smash hit. how is it that a girl can't even dress herself but buys the best clothing birthday gift? how is this?

someday i'm gonna be an old lady and rely on my sas's and muumuus. and my holiday sweaters. but by then i'll probably have learned how to dress myself. curse you clothing catch-22!

the rooster moans

does anyone ever think about how cool ferris wheels are? I don't mean the ride part, i mean the design. they have to be completely collapsible for transportation! The design has to have a butt load of strength without welding, only joints, and repeated disassemblies. the reason i thought of this was because i went to the nativity carnival last night.

i'm going to use my mechanical engineering degree to become a CARNIE.

i love rick steve

listen to your heart? f that noise

The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? Jeremiah 17:9

Listening to my heart is not only impossible for me, but also pretty futile. And the wrong way to go. who knows what I 'want'? and what i need? and who knows me? I got one name for you baby doll: God.


Heal me, O LORD, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise. Jeremiah 17:14

kitty

i hate when people say "listen to your heart" because the rest of my life my mom has told me, "there are things you don't want to do that you have to do." so i've trained myself to enjoy whatever I am doing. which is good, I guess, until I have no idea what I really like doing. Do I want to take classes this summer? yes and no. do i really want to go to scotland next year? mostly yes, but some no.

life is not a competition of reasonings. life is following after jesus. maybe i'm too overwhelmed by all the stuff that keeps coming up. there's so much to do and i feel unproductive. but now i'm going to bed.

deep pocket

insider tip: between 9 and 10 a.m. is like the 3-year-old parade at starbucks. it's all moms with 3-year-olds (or younger!). the cute fest. and the best part is that I know a lot of them from church. today i was reading and chatting with Nick, who was eating a piece of banana bread about the size of his face, telling me about how he's a good big brother to his baby sister courtney. then his mom told him it was time to go, he picked up his toy airplane and zoomed out, telling me "see you later alligator!" to which i replied "in a while crocodile!", and we parted ways.

*le melt*