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Name: Jennie
Gender: Female
Interests: eyes... i like people's eyes. and orchids -- i like orchids. and rainy days, but only if they're warm and I can play in the rain without getting hypothermia. and dancing -- ballet, jazz, 80's style --you name it, i like it. and i like art, poetry (especially e.e. cummings - he's my current fav) writing (i have a degree in creative writing), and finding great old books at used book stores. and I love going to flea markets and being surrounded by all these things that have incredible stories behind them, stories I can imagine but never know... i like the guitar, and am kinda learning to play but i never practice, so it would be a lie to say that I actually play guitar. but i love music -- all kinds-- except country music because it literally makes me throw up, it's a strange reflex, i know. but most of all I like being in the presence of my Abba, and feeling his arms wrapped tightly around me, and knowing he has called me Beloved.
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Member Since:
1/30/2005
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| well it's been a while since i've been in xanga land...
right now i am in an internet cafe in Bangkok surounded by little Thai boys that just got out of school and ran in to play extremely loud computer games all around us. seriously, this little boy is two feet from me at the next computer singing sooooo loudly along with the game. when he turned his head for a second i turned his speaker down, but then he looked back, looked at me, and turned it up again, louder than before. apparently i'm not very intimidating.
let me just say that Bangkok is crazy. seriously. there are 10 million people here and all of them are smaller than me. i feel like a giant
oh my gosh! suddenly its a chorus of little Thai boys!! they all just joined in together in song! i would give my left pinky toe to have a video camera right now.....
well send me messages... but not in Thai... i've learned that I don't have the supernatural ability to understand Thai.... | | |
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tis a melancholy day. the kind of day where you want to sit at a picnic table all by your lonesome listening to haunting piano melodies while you watch kids play their silly games and wish you could be one of them too (and i mean that in a completely non-pedifile kind of way)
i have spent the last 5 hours moving my crap (and by crap i mean boxes of childhood memories) out of my room at my old house so that some guy can move in with my brother. its official: the home i grew up in is no longer mine.
i'm not sure how i feel about this growing up thing....
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| thanks to all my musical homies that helped out with our fundraiser saturday night... (especially to my bros that drove in the ice from far away lands to be here) we raised $585 (way more than we expected) which should be enough to get an Xray for my wounded foot... (joking)
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i realized that every time i feel like my life is out of my hands i start to clean. clean my house, my car, organize my desk...
my feeble childish attempt to feign control. but alas, sweeping up the clutter in my room does not appear to be doing anything for the clutter in my life...
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hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all...
my dear Emily Dickinson
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