counting all things lost.......

don't write don't write don't know why

i hate that i never write in this thing. no one reads it, and yet, the annual St Patrick's festivities remind me to begin anew.

something old , borrowed, or blue. Who knows:

they started moving chairs across the creaky floors of my stomach in May.
I'm still so hungry after this feast of a meal,
Will you, kind sir, be of some help?
A medical note would be so appreciated.

Do you remember, as you furrow-scratch your brow,
my pacing atop parking garages?
Just wrap me in your blanket and feed me alphabet soup.
Send soft messages soon... comfort me... comfort me.

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blah blah blah. Something new.

baxter

the mouse is chewing on the pipe again.

michael bernard leibovich, a foreshadowing?

a sporadic blog, at best.

i read posts and am appalled at how inarticulate i was at times...

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Leibovich (Lay, not Lee) Our initial introduction- understated and premature, yet noteworthy enough for the fourth post. (see march 28th, 2005)

a postcard of his face remained on my parents' refrigerator for years, peeking at me as I sifted through empty shelves, unaware that our lives were tumbling towards each other.

and now i am very much in love with him... how remarkably, wonderfully random.
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and yes. there may be a mouse in our house? where is ashley werth when you need her?

a swedish, ceramic Christmas

swedish pop, please.

you'll be the rhythm, and I'll be the beat.

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relationships putter out.

but i'll keep plucking you with suspenseful anticipation because
dead thuds always surprise-
like toilets splashing onto ceramic floors. Such a mess.

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dream details not to be interpreted include but are not limited to-

brooklyn-cocktails, flat-chested-ness, etc.

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i imagine christmas like it's my job. (ha)

www.stpaulswired.org/christmas

stop frying ants if they aren't trying to bite you.

open wounds, or open doors, or open whatevers surprise you
tossing out things that infuriate your inners long, long, long distances
and heartbeats
and sunsets after the fact.

Which heartbeat's thud will ring in an era of not caring and not checking?

- I scrutinize these proverbial doors and gauges as if they've possibly changed,
only to catch some cruel aberration on a given Sunday that reverberates through thoughts till sound waves fade and die between my heart and my ribs-
silence remains like a corpse I willfully disregard.

my magnifying glass is broken, but I'm still preemptively frying red ants?

on an entirely different page (723)

I'm in to candles. I'm reading a book about vampires. I'm in love.

graduation. (again)

cross legged in a boob, black suited and tasseled up --> the turning of which groans relief just moments away.

17 years, first day : last day. circular circles are our lives.

five years in the making and if you look up and to the left you will see the support structure of this educational master piece: my family, etc. smiling and bored and thankful that names-not-read equals more picture/smoking time in the sunny sun.

UConn brightens up when students leave.

i am leaving.

an awkward wave across the court where Omeka dribbles his basketball.

a panic attack about school violence deferred.

T. Levine, our wizard professor, squeezes me tight despite my anti-teaching sentiments. His graduate hood hangs on him, a weepy child.

curly-haired love gleams down. he is right here. he is RIGHT here. (a calm lake)

annabel and kim and i will go to europe for eight weeks- tip toe our way from here to there and back again. But now we flow about st. paul's, celebration on our breath. If graduation parties are at all like wedding planning, then i'll see you in vegas.

The Bidwell welcomed us late last night, family and etc's full of merriment, giggles and the like.

in an 1820 pub i breath full lungs of awe at God whose gifts are ineffably good.

crackling air, swelling heart

Spring moans, rolls in humid sheets dusty from excessive introspection

in this very moment, Winter awkwardly readjusts itself.
shackled up tight, as far away as can be.

can't hold your breath through this seasonal tunnel

(not like how we hold our breath mid-august when indian-suns squeek around the curve...a mere S.L.O. mountain pass until your embittered heart shakes a fist towards the sky, cursing Spring and her deceitfulness.)

but for now? pure, unadulterated trees swish naked, guaranteeing a long, long stretch before they'll undress again.

ensconced on the porch, chest pushed up and out, a polished 42 dangling from my neck.
surprised? i know. 42 so often reserved for CA days.

It seems the nutmeg state is winning me back rather effortlessly this spring. Locusts sing and i retract my trash talk, reminding the readership that i am, and always will be, a connecticut elitist.

today today tomorrow today.

-coventry aches all over with her chapped lips and grassy gray grasses.
-patches of moss atop nathan hale. (his ruins lie about where they lie)
-the wadsworth breaths spring freshness : Pop to the Present: New Questions, New Responses... art: a dialogue between viewer and creation and creator.. and Creator?
-yes, one hour a day does sound nice.

me and shnazy mcgils.

i like him.

kim face

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come home kim. come home.

not here not there

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not here not there
we stand beneath
a ladder drawing
anxious breaths
with buldging hearts
we're kind of here
and kind of there
inside a church
beneath bad luck
you hold my hand

not here not there
a tug of war
with gripping fists
we're making progress
towards hot sands
where glassy shards and bottled treasures
scratch our toes

not here not there
we read the words
with cracking spirits
needing balm
renew our minds
we're hardly there
we're hardly here
we're hardly there

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iambic verse

from an office window in the humid city....

These key strokes on etern'ty's walls won't write.
While joggers whom, oppressed in heat, push through
But stagnate on the corner so they die,
Awaiting ends to blinking hands. They die.
For everyone who jogs in place will die.
The District lifts its legs in place....

hold-able.

Voidness
to stillness welcoming echoy bellows to rumble your bones,
this font rattles so sharp and cutting,
a hot coal burning all anxiousness to beady puddles,
you’ll sprawl to the floor each day
and lay hot cheeks to cold floors,
sweeping cherubim,
a hold-able reality.

in a year of 'first-annuals'...

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a second annual.

brooklyn and new years, beth, adam, and 500 cakes in a truck.

from hipster-town, usa

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east of eden

Oh! How one projects themselves on to literature!

Authors give us their detailed pages: coloring books really, black and white and hollow. Textual figures begging to be filled, enticing us to flow and spill our very selves in to them.

beth paint.

And while we read, our crayola minds scribble inside and outside the lines, shading with various textures of intent, emphasis mushed around the borders.

And when we're all done, you and I tear out identical pages and post them on a mustard refrigerator

Taking three steps back, heads tilt-clicked to the side, the pages suggest that we've just read two very different novels.

fresh word-salads and such

to whom it may concern:

the words will spew forth once again. yes yes. time to get my readership updated.

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web CT wonderfulness

washington dc.
web ct.
blackboard within a bell jar.

behind every face on the metro is an exploding dilema pushing me out the door and onto a silent platform where i will await the next breezy arrival.

the o so neutrotic sylvia wanted two mutually exclusive things simultaneously.
i concure. So i stand dangerously on the beaded platform that digs into my heals, watching keyboard "o's" approach while tumbling "w's" roll the weighy woes of washington through my hair, splash on to my face. a sick refreshment each and every rush hour.

1A psalm of Asaph. (number seventy three)
Surely God is good to Israel,
to those who are pure in heart.

2 But as for me, my feet had almost slipped;
I had nearly lost my foothold.

3 For I envied the arrogant
when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

4 They have no struggles;
their bodies are healthy and strong. [a]

5 They are free from the burdens common to man;
they are not plagued by human ills.

6 Therefore pride is their necklace;
they clothe themselves with violence.

7 From their callous hearts comes iniquity [b] ;
the evil conceits of their minds know no limits.

8 They scoff, and speak with malice;
in their arrogance they threaten oppression.

9 Their mouths lay claim to heaven,
and their tongues take possession of the earth.

10 Therefore their people turn to them
and drink up waters in abundance. [c]

11 They say, "How can God know?
Does the Most High have knowledge?"

12 This is what the wicked are like—
always carefree, they increase in wealth.

13 Surely in vain have I kept my heart pure;
in vain have I washed my hands in innocence.

14 All day long I have been plagued;
I have been punished every morning.

15 If I had said, "I will speak thus,"
I would have betrayed your children.

16 When I tried to understand all this,
it was oppressive to me

17 till I entered the sanctuary of God;
then I understood their final destiny.

18 Surely you place them on slippery ground;
you cast them down to ruin.

19 How suddenly are they destroyed,
completely swept away by terrors!

20 As a dream when one awakes,
so when you arise, O Lord,
you will despise them as fantasies.

21 When my heart was grieved
and my spirit embittered,

22 I was senseless and ignorant;
I was a brute beast before you.

23 Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.

24 You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will take me into glory.

25 Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.

26 My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.

27 Those who are far from you will perish;
you destroy all who are unfaithful to you.

28 But as for me, it is good to be near God.
I have made the Sovereign LORD my refuge;
I will tell of all your deeds.

an earthquake in the mid-atlantic ridge this week has caused God-sized tsunamis to crash into my shores...

now is the time for nonresistance my friends.

Volo omnes felicem novum annum habere!

why not a blog on the first of 2007?

a night in a chinese town, 80's style fist punching to The Slip and dehydration of the soul.
no sleep till brooklyn with a best friend's best friends.

and it was wonderful.

bathrooms with LCD monitors are a good way to find out that the people you are eating with are secretly cavorting about behind your back...

and chasing rock starts-with-horns is a good way to bond with a bronwyn.

i think i'll move to nyc this week. fickle fickle fickle. just as rocky's town drew me in last week, with its street cheese steaks and upset stomachs in a Mutter museum.

philadelphia is eye opening in a way you don't quite want it to be, with that red lizard on your shoulder and all... which you'd like to hold on to until at least the 17th. it makes you cry... oh the vague-ity of a bethblog. forgive forgive. these aren't quite meant to be understood.... and all art is really quite useless.

atheneums draw you in, with or without the jazz... and walt whitman permeates souls through the photography of a dead adulterer.

as for boston: 2 strikes for parent-trapped-traveling and sold out museums. but altogether quite metropolitan this week.

caminando... en el mar in la arena. en una semana. con devendra.

while drinking dong lei cha. at the diamond. with 15 of your closest nonfriends from GHS. and chelsiedave.

glorification for a God who answers prayers... at times you hardly expect. a new believer. a new brother.

i got 500 cakes in the trunk so lets not underestimate the delightfulness of spooning, punching people in the proverbial throat, and incorrect usage of the word "bourgeois"

getting boys out-their-boxes as we hold hands and praise the Lord for pasta and meatballs.... while contemplating the repercussions of an abusive boyfriend.

and now home for a little dorian gray.. the desktop picture is in accordance with skateboarding to mexico so it looks like i'm good to go...

three kiddos in the bleachers

Originally uploaded by bethanneclements.

i huffed and puffed all the way to the top. just like rocky b.

tonight was altogether undergraduate-y, arm hooked under his for heating purposes, we talked in divers accents, pondering heavenly things while a toenail moon rose above Gampel.

Borat Tells a Chair Joke


there is a chair

love sorcerer and the expedition. just for steve

i have no transitional ability. reynolds said so today. so excuse the arbitraryness of it all.

love sorcerer and the expedition. show one.
adam played tonight... and i pridefully, chest-stuck-out-and-nose-in-the-air felt the need to let them all know that we were friends. some might say best.

save darfur.

when all that was done, we hard core danced like there was no tomorrow. pounding fists in to thin air and pushing scrawny kids with side bangs. stomping legs like three-year old temper-tantrum-ers.

lindsey v. is a great great girl.

its funny to mock hard core dancing and then garner this little crowd that takes it for real.

soooo i mosh. "take me out-your box" ~micah upon going to see shakespeare

but put me in a drum kit-kase. (emily dickenson used - lots of-----random dashes)

there is a chair and the chair it has the shoes and the chair is walking la la la la

we sing songs as we go. about elves and such, and praising the Lord (pronounced Lawd)...that is, until RAs tell us to hush-frup.

and even if it does all end with one converse in the mud and a trip down a mud slide on a hilltop hill.... it was still a stinkin great night.

i really need to create
not at all unlike the One i look up to

reflections of shea

true. i have not posted in such a long long time.
and yet, i have no desire to catch it up. and so, let us not talk about the past.

i was at shea stadium today with my dad. then i sat with mom playing rumikub and listening to claire de lune on the antiquated record player.

if i may say.. . i took a nice picture of the stadium. :) goodnight goodnight.

(in not speaking about the past, beth has decided to provide an alternate link for wedding/hong kong pictures._
(in doing this... she has talked in 3rd person, and is therefore contemplating using the "royal we" in the near future as well)

http://www.flickr.com/photos/58333412@N00/

reflections of shea

reflections of shea
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bethchelschelseryn

bethchelschelseryn
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i can not quite tell you how cracked out i am right now.

the days of late have been blissfully blissful.

tonight my neighborhood became magical. something about the way the light was outside... shadows perfectly cast here and there, and a mother speed walking along beside me. for the first time in ten years the lane became home.. and i wished that one of the sidewalk blocks had my perspiring palms pressed in to them with a scribble name and perhaps a star.

sometimes i wish i could talk about God without sounding like a christian sounds when they are talking about God.

i wish i could break out of it.....i am about to sound like that.

esther is from kowloon. does it surprise me like we surprised her? no. because God continues to confirm His will with these things.... por ejemplo:

the lady i was placed with for student teaching next year JUST got back from teaching english in china.

coincidence?

she had me over monday to watch the dvd on her trip.

chinese food, cultural do's and don'ts, asian treasures, pictures, memories.

3 hours later i was more excited than words can tell.

"listen to the music sing sweet songs to rock my soul." eh....why not throw a grateful dead quote in?

(to bring an out-of-the-loop-er up to speed: beth takes off from LA in July and touches down 16 hours later to teach english for a month.. i heart asian middle schoolers)... ya. i used third person up above. what of it.

anyways, now i just HAPPEN to know four native speakers with whom i will talk when i return, fluent in the o-so-easy tongue of the Cantons.

ha.

a surprise party with chopsticks, dumplings, silly string, helium (call my voicemail), and a card that read "Your mom."

the perfect segue out of a blissful week and in to a blissful weekend.

food eaten with chopsticks is the current them. i'm subconsciously getting ready for the 26th.

a bridal shower for cassie made me cry. no one saw, but i thought id let you know. my brother is getting married, and i'm officially an emotional adult, crying tears of joy all over the place. pathetic slash touching. i know.

"Little Tibet" served as a little test: beth: will you, or will you not force yourself out of indecisiveness and in to the world of risky decisions on what to eat?
well. i passed fabulously. the food was great... the company was even better. and not awkward. but maybe thats because i just dont really get awkward.

i like silence.

embrace it people

.... um. (once again. very cracked out). but yes. little tibet, then a walk down the street to listen to beth sing with her guitar and a boy with quite the voice. sigh.

the trees out side are blowing about, and here i am, safely not participating. it looks quite like a movie screen and i really do just let it all take place while i sit....a little too worried about my posture these days....and watch it all go by.

i love to sing. perhaps ill learn the guitar. or something. regardless, big head sculptures on the streets of middletown made me happy. so let us go then you and i. shall we dare disturb the universe?

8 feet are currently standing in one state! a rare rarity. chelsie chelsea and eryn. i love them. late night ridiculous kept me up last night, and it was worth every hipster i had to dodge. we've known her for 10 years.... thanks. that makes us more important.

o man. this could go on forever, but seeing as it is very bad writing, that i will likely edit slash delete it, and i am surviving on 4 hours of sleep, i think i will give in to the garfield pillow case. ................
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.
.
....

the open hand policy. because that’s all I want deep down to the depths.
a landing platform for the things to come and go accordingly, without greedy grasping, garnering the oh-so-heavy chains of idolatry…
pry these fingers apart...stretching them unto functionality when happy palms will perspire in the glorious noon day Son.

behold, to obey is better than sacrifice...

happy birthday to joshuaaaa

this began as a genuine attempt at a cohesive blog. logical sentence structures and everything.
but I was so bored with it. so so so so so boringly boring.
epic blogs need an epic pupose.
(john miltons purpose: to justify the ways of God to man.)
(beth clements’ purpose: to make sense in her writing while not being boring)

both tough goals.

here we go. lets try again

I went to maine maine maine maine this weekend.
It was a crusade of crusaders. Ryan spooner packed us in to his oh-so-wonderful mini van, and got us up to Josh’s birthday number 22. Birthday parties are totally in by the way. Ya know how brown is the new black? well, birthday parties are the new keggers…. alcohol-free fun is for everyone!

It turns out that Josh’s dad is important. Their little peninsula of land is quaint.

we went out for coffee and I ran in to an old friend of mine from childhood. you might know him. mike o’mally? guts? astrocrag? ya. I didn’t wanna bother him though. ya know. there would have just been so much catching up to do….. and we were both with people….. yadda yadda yadda…..

Mafia was as fun as ever.. we even played with josh’s dad. Captain D. Sykora. dun dun dun. Christians and Mafia just goes together so perfectly.

Josh goes to this mini little church up there, and it was great! who wouldn’t love singing old hymns to cassette tapes fully accompanied by a 124 person choir in the background? The pastor clicked pictures of all the guests while speaking a bold message of Truth. I have certainly never seen such a great performance of “I’m in the Lord’s Army.” if you think you have, you’re probably mistaken. ☺

the ride home was surprisingly pleasant. when im in a car, off track-ness is usually this huge pet-peeve of mine…. but I wasn’t annoyed once yesterday.. even if it did take 4 hours to get home. instead, I got to drink lots of Gatorade, talk about santa, climb a hill off the side of the high way, go in and out of a few storms, talk about salvation and Jesus, and see the most beautiful rainbow that I have ever seen ever.

and I got so much sleep last night. then I spent all day with the chills, curled up in some blankets and sleeping through a 24 hour cold. Good thing Airborn and Gatorade cures all my ailments. got a cold? a cough? a cut on your left toe? just add a little prayer and your good as new.

anyways. off to bed. hope that all made sense. Happy birthday josh.

true schmoos

meep

mike o'malley (left)

spoon...spooner!

sara, me, josh, ??

beautifulness in maine

rainbow

why is she in the woods?

some randomness

schmoo

heather my love

me a dress a house a car a reflection

concert with my dad

riding in cars with dad

eryn cooney. love love love

eryn cooney. love love love
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varying degrees of absurdity all look the same from above.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are waiting for their cue.
a dumbwaiter or something.
absurd
absurd
absurd.

the girl offered me all she had.
epiphanies as seen in The Garden Party

to write about it would be to expose counterfeit-i-cal-ness
who wants to do that.
we sat so close…. attending a conversation that neither of us were at.
a little too poetic, kind of makes you want to puke

but its ok. ear-phoned men cant hear what your saying anyways.

I wish I could take a logical turn in this mess of key strokes.
but the signs all say no left turns.

where are we. new jersey?

regardless
I am going to hong kong.

happiness and such

lauryn hill unplugged album
my levi's
the name levi
jephthah
sitting in the shower
the cave-like tree on campus that i climb in to
playing the body drums
when my hair in tangled
june 27th
air shows
july 4th
bananas that have spots on the outside. not too too many. but just the right amount
imagining in my head what song is playing on your iPod
phil 3:8.. the rubbish part
goosebumps (the books and the bodily function)
china
things like this

Originally uploaded by bethanneclements.

scrub it off until its gone
never to be seen again
ink in my fingers
blackened nails.... and im washing my hands over again and again
lady Macbeth, mulling around this castle.
noooo condemnation here, yet begging the question in some lamenting and repetitive fashion:
where are these accusational pangs coming from?

i guess we're counting all things loss

repetition for emphatic purposes
shake the head with wonder three times over
over over over
at the overwhelmingness of your glory. of your being which borrows breath

breath is taken away in the thumps and twangs of a banjo solo. right on as he sang

"Glory. Hallelujah! when i layyyyy... my burdens downnnnn"

praise Yahweh. because of the cochlear creation. an ability to decipher mere nuances in the waves surrounding me.

oh, if i could just master over these waves and make them pleasing to Your ears

but You simply ask for a noise.
a chara noise

oh to be a breadwise lyricist
oh to have my mouth filled with correct praise. to praise you as you are.
yet you
so knowable
so unknowable

the bits and pieces of my broken being are a mini orchestra splattered about
but their composer has tapped for attention
and leads them in His opus.

He cries. it was what they were created to play.
buy the soundtrack sometime
it will, when played backwards, sound like that verse you read at hockey games

taht dlrow eht devol os doG roF
noS nettogeb ylno siH evag eH
ni hteveileb reveosohw taht
tub hsirep ton dluohs miH
efil lanrete evah

interesting how the masterful Composer creates pieces that are deeper than they appear.

they gave Him a grammy. best seller by far.
judges appreciate the piece without realizing it's depths
if they only knew that played at an endless number of speeds
it would speak to a man's depths and soul and alter it a bit

powerful powerful stuff
all praise to the great Composer.

my little lips sing to you. to you. to you.
hello goodbye and thank you Sir.

we go to 80's retro parties.

uconn is confused. clearly

uconn is confused. clearly
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So im sitting in my south c longue right now… which I am so attached to that any and all frustrations about taking up residence in this building next year have flown out the window.
That, and I will have some interestingly odd boys 5 feet away.

O the crazyness that will ensue.

Late night banging on the walls, dance parties, floor Bible studies and such

so. im walking into EHMS yesterday, dodging the rain left and right when i think... and may have even audibly said... (since i often talk aloud when no one is close by)

"at least the snow is done"

:)

when i wake up this morning, i look out the window, wake Kelly up to let her see, drink a lot of water, and think...

"well. no skateboarding today." (i also thought...hmm my skateboard is in adams car)

o. ps. adam merten skateboards. we like to hold hands and go down hills.
minus the holding hands.
plus the hurting of the elbows

and so im sitting here in south lounge and some kid just flew by on his board.

you never know. you never never know.

((((((((((((((((also made up a not-so-good analogy about the snow and Jesus and life and death and all these things.. it wasn't too good. a bit of a stretch actually. i will spare you. bye ciao))))))))))))))))))

taking pictures is the clements family past time.

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hispanic learning styles and pedagogical accommodations at 12:30 is no longer fun
a dance party by myself on the other hand?

i think so. a good way to waste energy before you hop into a sleeping bag on the mattress on the floor of your highlighter green room in glastonbury.

i heart my parents.
2 funny funny characters. linda and chris. meet them if you get a chance. natalie did recently.
my mom is totally weird. she loves to do sign language. all i have are these memories of her signing this hymn when i was little.... "no turning back".... ever heard it?

i have decided to follow Jesus
i have decided to follow Jesus
i have decided to follow Jesussss no turning back. no turning back.

great hymn. cyberhymnal.com if you've never heard it.
but dont ever sit in front of your computer with your two friends and sing it.... because that would just be weird.

she's also real good at harmonizing, loves making crafts for people and used to be a detective in a store to catch shoplifters. i'm not even kidding.

then there's my dad. funny... but serious... but really not serious..
always excited to show me some cool picture he took
or a new album he bought
or the o-so-important ebay stickers that make sure the firemen know that there's a Westie inside that needs to be rescued.

.... ya. those wont be there to long.

and we have this interesting connection. my whole family will be in the same room and something stupidly ridiculous will be taking place and me and my dad will just look at each other and shake our heads and know we're on the same page.

ok. im done. dance party time bye ciao.

Originally uploaded by bethanneclements.

joyful

very very very joyful

goofy grinned, praising Providence, and amazingly amazed

n'awlens

Originally uploaded by bethanneclements.

poundity mc pound pound pound goes this head with pains of an overwhelming cold.
came home to gtown tonight
sometimes ideas of commuting make me smile
like now

went to n'awlens last week.

it looks like it hit yesterday.
i am not one to get emotional about these things, so there weren't any tears. but sadness and things like that.
perhaps the pictures can tell this story. i am too too sick to make coherent thoughts.

pray for this place and for the church we stayed at.

http://www.fbcnola.org/default.aspx

go gut some houses down there if you can
if you can't, maybe you could go anyways.

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the superdome

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ryan shannon visited :) oh wildwood.

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anna banana
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my shadowww
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warmth is only a plane-ride away my friends.

connecticut should pack its bags and move down south

my 21st bday

my 21st bday
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we made the pilgrimage on march 4th
:)

we got on planes

on the airplane
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plane after plane after plane

detroit
to
kansas city
to
memphis
to
new orleans

at least i had good company.

www.pandora.com

currently hooked on pandora music dot com.

i lurrrve it

dichotomousness

i love when my hair is tangled
i hate the sound of leather
i love waking up and drinking a bottle of water and pretending it's the Holy Spirit
i hate the sound of sloshing water
i love playing the body drums on my way to class
i love my pair of levis

i dare say this could go on forever.

2 or 3 times a year.

Jesus the mexican boy, born on a truck on the fourth of july.

647am confusion and peace. parched and groggy...smiling and patient.
for everything and nothing all at the same time.
for a goodbye. for a hello.
and perhaps it is all just a bundle of paradoxes.
perhaps its not, and i just need to get to MY mid life crisis and move to pasadena already.
by then the beautiful girl will be in new hampshire. and i on my bike, listening to oh so emotional, folkly, and acoustic pick'n tunes
and i am happy.
and you will be someone i used to know. or know. or will know.
its all neither here nor there.
bc in Him is where i live and move and have my being.

an actual blog

Stretched out and slipping along.
Pull after pull after pull.
The pool we swim in is rather fish-bowl-esque... rubbernecking gawkers on all sides.

its been a while since i actually blogged.
i came to realize that people actually read this thing and unconsciously retreated behind pictures,
just as my beloved adam seems to have retreated behind the beard.

little partitions we like to erect??

and yet. it doesn’t change the difficulty of writing for an audience...
I know you will read these jumbled rants of randomness.
and whether i admit it or not, i write accordingly.

i compromise myself, knowing that cute boy that found my blog on facebook doesn't want to hear how in love with Jesus I am.
and how when i wake up in the morning all i can think about is how grateful i am.
and how i was dead and He gave me life. (spiritually speaking that is)
and how He deserves all that I am
and that in Him i live and move and have my being.

and so, i suppose you can't possibly take anything I say here as absolute.

Perhaps I should have prefaced this entire blog with a disclaimer of sorts:

when a true blog has been blogged... and not just a chronicle-ization accompanied by pictures of foolishness...
The only thing to be taken literally would be the words referenced by Chapter and verse.

Because in the end, my words are meaningless. just a mere splattering on an electronic page. if your looking for Truth, I have a pretty good book for you.

all by myself.

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$5 prom's best dressed

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when they hear you don't drink.. the inevitable question to follow is...

well
what DO you do?

Christians do lots of fun stuff on the weekends!
this is a great example.

if you wern't there.. you certainly missed out.

michelle, steph, emily, myself, rachel

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prep time.

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we went to showcase cinemas

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but never saw a movie.

however, this shot was taken.

and then it was chilis for laugh out loud comedy featuring steph glynn, ash cap, michelle cord and emily the english grad.

fantastically fantastic

steph wants to be a car model when she grows up

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thirsty thursdays for those of us that have been thoroughly quenched.

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honey bbq wings. deanna. emily. anna. chocolate. even some pez.

pez. there was a seinfeld about that.

play dead. ready go.

sometimes emily starts dancing. its fabulous. it looks tribal.

foot massage and a prognosis: bone spur of some sorts.

emotional detachment was never so funny as tonight.
"beth!!"
i love this. i love it so very much.
so much
sooo sooo much

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and so i wasted all the time i needed to successfully. tomorrow. uconn

e coons for the most part
m. carey and el nicolett and the old people too.

eryn decided we needed to be creative. we lugged the typewritter over and attempted to type on fabric... but to no avail.

i did, however make eyrn and i matching pins.
perhaps chelsie will get one too.

the sun is more yellow in california

the sun is more yellow in california
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[ it probably makes no sense ]
[ actually.... it definitely makes NO sense ]
[ its called brain goo. or something ]

remember that time that i went to california.

when you walk out into the air there you feel like you're back on Charlemagne again. there's a smell and im not even kidding. you have to believe me. there really is. and you feel the peace of a slower race. a race nonetheless.

i know.

but slower.
and you always want to light up... even though you dont smoke. maybe bc this place reminds you of linda. so the nearest dolche and gabana boy from westwood will help. how appropriate on both sides of the trip.

sometime i wonder if im just afraid to compete. so i just dont... fear of loss. fear of inevitable rejection because of my lack of income and naturally altered and injected good looks.

im ambitious. but this field of self efficacy is holding me back. i dont think that i could be successful. i dont even take risks. i tell myself that i do. but a risk would require possible failure. so we stear clear of that here.

california was full of hipsters and i now know that i am no different in my differences. and then i realize that i need a different field to excell in. one with no other people. but there are so many people in fields by themselves that we all end up being togehter.

flaps in the air so whisper to me the story about that man with the weight and about flipping over handle bars. screen this show. screen this into a burned cd.

i want to sew all of this into me so deep that all seam rippers will be at a loss. what to do what to do they will ask themselves. we have lost her to the other side. coast upon coast, shouting for her attention but we know where this little bike lane ends.
a place where she does somer saults and realizes that it never even made a difference.

it
never
even
made
a
difference

chelsie. david.
tubes deflate like my lie.
theres this big lie that you can be convinced of if you say it over and over and over and over again.
some sentence that contains the words: good. really. connecticut. and/or new england.

but then theres that old thing that sounds occassionally. the wise philosophy of a man with a band that we hate to like.
telling my 7th grade concerts in the shower that it doesnt ever matter where you are. that its who you are with.

i see myself in south no-wheres-place.
im happy
i have funny friends.
a respected guy figure that likes to take pictures. and read the bible

i am happier than i was when i lived in that apartment in laguna. that summer was so anticlimactic.

bianchi. or anything because i want to ride a bike so i feel like im somewhere else.
unhealthy. what of it.
flee from the nothingness that is here.
i thought about packing up the people. stow aways and relocating them. i would be there and have the people to go with it.

mosaic was nice. and the boy saw these shoes and thought more of me because of it. sad. i left and flew downhill. the whole way... pedling fast with sacred hands lifted high.. off the bars.

at least we've narrowed this all to the west coast.

one day our tubes decided to reject air. decided to break apart over and over. silly little bikes. and so: funniness on chelsies bike
holding on tight. so tight. out of control. bangs. elbows and legs. and i was smiling.

i am so like everyone else. its sad sometimes. but i think im okay with that right now. we're all so afraid to be the same. maybe ill teach myself to appreciate it or something or realize that it doesnt matter if i am. and that whatever we thought was interesting and special had already been done. it was already thought about.

but you were the first person to be the seventy third to think of it.

ill embrace number 73.

it would be green if it was any color.

94 would be orange.

we gazed at the sign in hollywood. and i liked being there. mostly because pete was there. and i got a taste of that relocation process i talked about.

ct in ca.

i like the ct people a good bit.
just the geography. the topography.

british men on planes are good to talk to. he suggested england. obviously.

joel aaron on planes is good too.
straight out of some ridiculous full house episode or something. can you believe that i stopped watching that show in seventh grade because 17 magazine deemed it "lame"....
albeit lame, the chance meeting in the airport fit the California adventure nicely.
and so we sat. freshman year memories. and his hair.. so short. and the stewardess. so witty. ... or not so witty.
sadam sadam sadam and bob liked to play trivia on delta song.
when that happens.. bet on the american name. bob inevitably wins.

exploitation or just better? america is a tricky one to figure out. but he still won.

so avocado trees will be filled with my little wee ones. playing in their yard. ya ill be poor. ill be in california. but relatively it will be pathetic to consider myself poor.

santa monica

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california

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did he just refer to himself in the third person?

Today’s schedule: venture out into the abyss above and descend on the great city of los angeles.
this would have happened around 730pm ct time.... 430 ca time.... 1am Ireland time.

it is unfortunate for me to inform you that a white substance indiscriminately falls on runways and brought all plans for warmth and fun and chelsie to a screeching hault.

today i sat in glastonbury instead of airplane seats and atlanta and la and longbeach and pasadena.

today i watched half of my big fat greek wedding... read mark twain's "puddnhead wilson" and ate a lot of refried beans on top of lettuce and tortilla chips.

laura nicoletti called. :) and within the hour i was in the midst of avid rock climbers.
you can really tell these kids love sports that involve equipment one might find at EMS.

you can tell what a person loves by what they talk about the most.

this is probably why i inevitably end up in a Jesus conversation when i go out... like tonight.

i dont get offended when talking about such things. i dont want to argue about it. i dont want to convince people about it. i just want to speak the Truth.

which is why the conversation was lovely. no trying to one-up the other person so you can win a conversation.
i hate that.

today:

"Well this day's been crazy but everything's happened on schedule
From the rain and the cold to the drink that I spilled on my shirt
'Cause You knew how You'd save me before I fell dead in the garden
And You knew this day long before You made me out of dirt"

oooooo. ahhhhhh.

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why is it that i inevitably feel accomplished when i successfully pass a checkpoint sobriety test?
i mean. .... lets be honest.... its not like i've been drinking.

its not like i successfully dooped the cops in to letting an intoxicated person go.

and yet, as i approached the check point in manchester tonight, i was more than a little nervous...
p.s: i was on my way home from church
i imagine that might have something to do with high school police experiences??

micah melin gyna and i went to waterbury. good food. melin's parents are fabulous and italian.

narnia was good.
the movie theater on the other hand.... fire drill? during the movie? hm..

and there was this incessant blinking green line on the screen. it was causing me anxiety. i could hardly concentrate on the movie.

i went bungie jumping at the mall. please see pictures.
ashley cap told me i had good form.

bungie jumping

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curly hair and black flowers

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so there was this one time that school ended.
it was on a saturday.
although,
i would be lying if i told you that it really ended that day, because, lets be honest... i sat around and did nothing from tuesday up until the grammar exam.
which i failed to study for due to God conversation in the south lobby of wilbur cross with doug and isabel.
God talk with doug and isabel is much better than grammar talk. any day.

and before the God talk, there was drawing on walls.... Madagascar..... Madagascar...... puzzles in the Heart House....

i used all that i could for distraction purposes. what can i say..
besides: "adam and emily: i'm sorry...i was like a Fusa

they are always annoying us and interrupting our parties and ripping our limbs off.

and so school ended.
i just realized that i have a tendency to chronicle my life in some less-than-interesting attempt to make up for a lack of blogging.
thats gotta end.

Rein's deli. i suggest it to any and all in the vernon area. Joe pratt brought us to lunch after church. it was fabulous. jewish sandwiches and wise conversation with our pseudo-grandfather. i told him that i wanted my children to think of him as their grandpa.
then i looked for cheesy "Lifetime" cameras behind the fake trees.

scrabble makes me about as happy as evan. so can you imagine my excitement when i got them both at once?

i'm currently real into colored tights as well as $.99 earrings and curly hair.

so Im reading Joshua.
great book. basically Moses cant enter the promised land because he struck that rock, when all he was suppose to do was speak to it.... thus messing up some Biblical symbolism of Christ that God had...God gets mad.. forgives....but Moses cant enter. So he dies... Joshua takes over, and Israel crosses the Jordan.

close your eyes. or something. and imagine the entire nation of Israel
crossing the Jordan river. and now go

http://www.levitt.com/slideshow/s03p12.html

:) o the small wonderfulness that IS the Jordan river. this non impressive little river.
it was funny to me.
ok?
ya. the Bible makes me laugh. what of it.

ok. thats all. bye ciao.

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beth and evan like to play scrabble in rooms that are highlighted in green

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i got a typewriter for three dollars yesterday.

what we do when we are without exams

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and so i decided to express my obsessive rectangle doodling on the wall.
so come and draw on it.
and then we can have a "what is art?" debate

this is just to say

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for clarification purposes

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ted&beth

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Ted

my one true friend for life.

katie knows what i mean. i felt for her this weekend. Bubba sarah's insides were coming out all over my dorm.
and then there's Teddy... our arch nemesis.

what i cant do during the winter

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i heart objects in mirrors that are closer than they appear

i heart objects in mirrors that are closer than they appear
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the dog at thanksgiving lurved me

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God is resplendently resplendent
Resplendent being the direct object (a relative adjective), while resplendently… modifying resplendent is an adverb. All of it put together by a linking verb to talk about the subject…. God…. As usual.

Im taking a grammar course. did i mention that.

back here at uconn. thinking about home. go figure. but less home though in all honesty. more about a certain 3 girls that have known me so long.
the ones that remember the braces, a jimmy parker crush, a kristen bartle phase...that i loved the pink mentos and that one of my teeth is fake. the girls that remember someone walking up the street with the perfect toothbrush alibi... days at panera bread or throwing peoples trumpets down long hills. mr. sanderson's jingle and a birthday party gone all wrong because people choreographed their dance wayyyy before they were suppose to.

chelsea rogers. chelsea norton. eryn cooney.

they are far physically.
at times they are far relationally as well.

yet i love them so stinkin much.

they are absolutly crazy.
no.
they are
i swear
you should meet them one day because it would be good for your health.

on another note. i went to visit Christopher Aaron Clements on thanksgiving. the eldest of the clements clan. 7 years removed. i had a little spooning action tuesday night with kmoney honey, then climb in Conar (the green civic) at 230 and beat any and all thanksgiving traffic.

i feel like im simply logging my adventures right now. sorry if this is remarkably boring.
send any comlpaints to 210 cavan lane gtown usa

a gay masseuse wearing a kilt made us dinner. it was fabulous
went to the aunt and uncle's in va.
had good spiritual conversations with her. as usual. she is also fabulous
hot tubbed it while listening to postal service. i swear... everyone has that cd
woke up at 400. drove home
took a nap
stood in front of some dali, monet and picasso in hartford... it was free bc i go to uconn.
listened to jazz while i posed in front of the paintings.
kind of felt like i was in ferris beullers day off
saw chels r. and marla the pencil-tripper and eva... 8 years old. hair straighten, highlights and all. :)
this blog stinks.
now. uconn.

its a great pick.

sorry this blog is so stinkin stinky.
bye ciao

my cousinsss

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uhart and lcd soundsystem and gtown and some sickness

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210 cavan lane.
i am here. the living room. the television on as usual. mom downstairs sewing away. dad listening to interesting things on his computer. adam in his room. closed door, but always an invite to come and sing. and we do that some times. usually about God. and its nice. and so im sitting here and, in view of this thursday... it would only be appropriate to tell you that i am thankful for them.

nothing at all to do. thats right.

a little weird.

i went out to uhart this weekend to visit my beloved. eryn joel cooney. she is beautiful and interesting and weird and completely not normal and a bit crazy perhaps. and the most wonderfullest. we stayed out late, i walked in some triangles, decided to stay there even longer. ate sushi, sipped coffee through a straw, and eventually made the pilgrimage back home to a mattress on the floor and layer of dust.

i once equated this house to death in a conversation with adam merten.
when i come back here i feel like i am regressing.
when i come back here i feel like someone pressed the pause button.
when i come back here i wonder if it really has to be this way.

so today i created a rather large box of good will giveaways. every crevice had its dust sucked away. the blue carpet that smelled bad when we moved here in sixth grade got cleaned.... again. the bed was dismantled. i think it represented a different beth, so i tore it to pieces and its sitting in its garage-like tomb with the rest of my family's clutter.

210 cavan lane = love/hate for sure.

eryn got deathly sick after i left. we spooned all night so i too will get sick no doubt. i feel it coming on.

in fact. i just stopped blogging because i had a sudden realization that i was indeed very ill.
2 packs of generic tylenol cold/sinus, a thing of Cold-eeze drops and 3 gatoraids later... im back. CVS24. thank you.

last night we traveled to Boston. to the Roxy to stand in front of LCD Soundsystem as they played for us. it was like 1983 all over again. his voice, their music, my dancing. lots of random jerking about as we moved to the beat because it was clearly how one SHOULD dance to this music. if you heard it, you would dance that way too. its so embedded within the music that you cant really get away from it.... and then someone would ask you where your leg warmers, side ponny tale and off the shoulder sweater was. you would tell them that those were sooo last season.

hard rock cafe was nice. spooning with katie scott was even better. this cough drop is just about finished. and so am i.

ev and beth go to boston

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hard rock cafe

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i like to color

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er and beth

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getting sick will be worth this

er and bettthh

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stars and toahs and cab rides?

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the orange refuge that is my bed.
so im listening to this band right? and they're called stars. and they are marvelously peculiar and canadian and there is a girl and a guy that sing and this girl is crazy and interesting and unusual. and her voice is super nice. why stars you ask? well

Last weekend adam and I got in a car and we drove to providence. And it was rainy out. There was an impetuous salvation army stop on the way and a dinner in a pub with interesting intellectual looking folk. Good conversation. As usual.
I drank coffee.
and then a death cab show. they were great. as expected. we had a nice spot on some stairs that i guarded like it was my job. no rhode islanders were moving this californian or intruding on her dancing spot. except maybe the guy that got lost on his way to the gym and ended up getting down like he was at a high school break dancing contest.
he made me smile.
so did stars. they are making me smile now too.
so did transatlanticism. lupos will see us again soon. they had nice pictures on the wall.

someone referred to me as A Mertens girlfriend. we corrected, as usual.
no
the answer is no

im just his crazy monotheist friend. and that is all.

God is nice. i dont entirely understand Him. clearly. but, He makes me real peaceful in the midst of all these things that arnt all that important...
Trees are real nice.. in my ed classes they tell us that praise should be specific...

God. Good job on those trees. They are basically captivating.

this weekend we hung out. (me and the Maker of those trees I was talking about)
went to toah-nipi with a few kids. by a lake, in a crevice for a bed, with my melin and kel and i hesitated bc it was halloween and there were parties to be dressed up for.

"the hope of the godless passes away." (in this Good book i read once)

my hopes pass away often. like, really often. But not God. Hes always the same. everything changes. me, what i think about this, and this, and this,
but not God.

my feet happened to be on top of my Bible while I was in some random position.... probably during mafia. :)....
and i decided it would be a good picture. not at all disgraceful, although some would think the whole feet-on-Bible thing might offend Him.

my foundation. that on which i stand.
i dont understand what it means to be Christian. in fact, i am sure that i dont want what most people say it is...
but Jesus is satisfaction in a way I wish I could articulate.... and understand

maybe one day ill be able to write by slant and circuit. like emily d. herself

toah nipi

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check out these kids.
mafia addicts already.

but a great family nonetheless

new hapmshire

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turns out He's a good artist

kimmmy

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she came back, we went to nh

i loved her

five minutes a day

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running through the air in new england is thaaa best. into a bus, to the back... as inconspicuous as possible. death cab in the ears and big glasses like Jackie O.... one time someone told me i was Very Jackie O

she proceeded to ask if Jackie O was some designer

:) that girl made me feel like eryn coooooney... and if you happen to know this short haired, arm-squeezing artist, then you'll know exactly how she would repspond to a scenario like this.
and
come to think of it

if you dont know eryn coooooney, then you should hunt her down and pick her brain apart.

speaking of death cab.... providence is awaiting. merten and i are going early to drink coffee and read books and explore and take pictures and things like that.

and now? off to Bible study. :) i forget how simple and pure knowing God is sometimes.

i think i remembered today. that made today great.

the sun came out today

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my addictions

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stooopin it

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there goes the bus.

heart house stoop will be missed one day

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storrs is beautiful in the fall

my home. literally.

just a bunch of anarchists.

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:)

soon to be wed

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last weekend erin got married. beautifully beautiful. friends, dancing, and annies beautiful piano playing.

no longer e loves

e zietz. (i hope i spelled that right)

a 3-way call to wildwood new jersey

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what i did tonight.
miss them
love them
ate a lot of raisins also. and some short stories too

beth and katie go to "baaaawston."

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Due to a certain complaint left on my aim account, I have decided that the lack of “bloggin it like its hot” has reached an all time high.
And so, without further adieu…. Boston.

I might add that I’m watching Pretty Woman with Kelly and Ashley right now. And my room is wonderfully wonderful. Perfectly fitting for large movie nights during the winter… but that was just an aside.

I ventured out to Camp Curry last night. Miss Kathryn Scott is a resident director now approximately 1 hour and 39 minutes away…And here at Uconn we miss her sooooo. Anyways, we went into the city on the red T and it was great.
Nathaniel Hawthorn was begging to be read allllll day. Boston. Autumn. Leaves falling. Complete sleepy-hollowness. And a red line that goes through the city called the “freedom trail”
you know..
the famous ride of Paul Revere, even though I’m pretty sure he wasn’t the only one that actually rode that night. So get this.
This brick/red-painted line marks this ride right… and it follows the roads perfectly. I just thought it was super cool that Paul so conveniently crossed the roads at the legal cross walks. No J walking tickets for him, that’s for sure.

Somebody should bring me back there soon and pay for me to get into the museums. I love history cuz im a big stinkin dork and I wish I could go back in time. Colonial New England is something of current interest.

We sat in Fanuel hall (or thanuel hall, however you say it….. it was free to go there) and I wished I could be there 200 years ago as I sat and looked at George W the first… and what is that that he’s standing next to

We walked through cemeteries bc I have some sick affinity towards them.

I tried to be an artistic photographer and liked my pictures regardless of how unartistic they were.

We went in a untiarian church,… first ever in America… and felt sorry for them because the lady told us that Unitarians believe you can get to God however youd like…
I disagreed…. A lot.
But the church was nice. And historically beautiful.

And then we left and I thought that Id like to marry a boy that lives in this place and cant pronounce his R’s.

O boston. I love you.

And now back to UCONN.. coffee with JB and ryan. Spooning with annie. (as I did last night with Katie, or so she claimed) and out to sgt. Pep’s just now with a. merten himself. Time for sleep, churchin in a few hours. Bye ciao.

democratic donkey?

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potato famine

potato famine
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george dubya

george dubya
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Ben Franklin

Ben Franklin
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dry skin, mormons and a lack of oxygen

utah.
anything that seems nonsensical in the next paragraph will certainly need to be excused. im in the beautiful state of utah... where there is a complete lack of oxygen.... my brain seems to be getting away from me these days.
it is amazing here. if i could only post some pictures... unfortunatly i am using old school dial-up internet and a computer from the 90's :) funny.

peaceful.

the only word i can use really. i truly feel like im on vacation. everyday i wake up and look out in the valley and am amazed. God is basically...amazing. me and Him have just been hangin out... and i've been addicted to... get this... not coffee... but the chronicles of narnia.

i actually have been drinking decaf. im almost certain that by next monday i wont need a cup before i drag myself to class..

the narnia books are super cool. i would highly suggest them.

i dont know that i have much else to say... my life right now is incredibly peaceful. if my life were a lake... there'd be no waves. and i think that that is exactly how i want it this week. i saw hannah the beautiful last night. slept over in salt lake and met her boyfriend. then i decided that although i am obsessed with the idea of running away to portland oregon..... salt lake seemed remarkably wonderful.

i want to be irrational. time to leave new england.
in fact. i realized that i do travel quite a bit. in the last year or so:

~from ct to d.c. to north carolina... in a car and back
~to glen spey new york for 40 days and 40 nights
~to lynchburg va
~to springfield va to visit cindy loo then to raleigh for thanksgiving
~to d.c. for that impact conference on new years
~to florida with the anna nicole squires... "im the raven" on a plain
~to phili to eat cheese steaks with the poo pant's
~to wildwood new jersey for 11 weeks
~to dc.... during the jersey trip to go rock climbing. i needed to get outa the jersey shore!
~to utah
~next? pacedena? i think so but..
~NOW... back to storrs.
mmmm UCONN. its amazing.

back to the wonderful world of ct

i almost got sucked into myspace today. then i decided to return to the good old blogger account. i am having a difficult time deciding if this entry should be some sort of "long story short" synopsis of the summer.
wildwood, avalon coffee, international kids, a beach and 70 kids living in close quarters... ya know.

or. even better. i could just start up again. if one is really interested in the great dissapearing act of summer 2005 when beth got sucked into the black hole known as Wildwood, then one could simply call and go get coffee with her. i did work at a coffee shop from 5am to 1 every day and am heavily addicted to coffee at this point. so if yor interested in feeding the addiction, call 8602805157.

if not. you should know that wildwood was good and nice. there are many interesting stories. if my life were a book, wildwood would get two whole chapters. kyleigh, jenny, claire and hannah would be the main characters... minor characters might include ryan, ej and the uconn kids?

and so now i am here. gtown. its been calling my name alll summer and i missed it surprisingly. my family and my green room. as i was driving into CT i got butterflies. pathetic? i think not. ct is certainly a step up from jersey. i went to get coffee with e lovelet and kmo. katie happened to be in the ffld too. :) yay for coffee and girlfriends on a hot day in august. one is getting married soon. erin. all grown up.

then i made my way back to the house. chels has been living with me since i got home. its been nice. then today i dropped her and her beautiful bike off at BDL... and as i drove away i decided that the trip to pacedena this winter would certainly have to include a detour to portland. one should visit the place they want to live for the rest of their life before they pack up all their bags and go...... or maybe i take that comment back...?

and so now i am here. and on sat ill be in utah spooning with hannah thinking about jenny sodomka. and then ill be in mcmahon. OH wait. no i wont. i got a room in south c. oooooooooo snap. ya i said that. what of it. room 117 here i come.

pictures. pictures pictures. check out my flicker account if you wanna see wildwood sp 2005.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/86896057@N00/

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back in ct with poo pants and k money

jesse, jeny, bethm hannah

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go speed racer

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that blue apt is where i lived

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wildwood

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avalon coffee. rio grande.

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separated at birth?

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jenny, hannah and me

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me and kyleigh payne. we worked together at avalon. all i have to say is that when it came to the five dollar prom.... we were the life of the party with our finger snaps and build up dancing.

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the girls i lived with at our $5 prom. jen, me, jenny, dawn, claire and cassie

into the woods

into the wildwoods i go.
im here.

if you want to know how it is then you should call

i decided that this was the summer for the wonderful computer boycott ive been needing. a lack of bible gateway and democracynow.org will be hard im sure, and lets be honest. ill probably cheat. but regardless. this is all you will get

you can visit for 15 dollars a night.
and we live 2 blocks from the beach

see below for my address. keep me in your prayers bc i am most definatly home sick. miss all of my brothers and sisters. mwah. i love you? bye ciao

im horrible at blogging. im sorry if u are continuously dissapointed with my lack there of

grace and chicken pot pies

a fun filled day at melinda's yesterday followed by a speedy adventure down 84 to a Bible Study in Danbury. I felt like it was summer finally. windows down, radio up with the sun setting and my gynormous glasses on.
we studied galatians.. you should read it.
www.biblegateway.com if you dont have one handy.

we talked about God's grace. i am reminded that there is nothing i can DOOOO to get good with God. I am already declared righteous in His eyes because I am in Christ. That is how he sees me regardless of whether or not I am in sin.... so should we sin more so that grace can abound? (grace is unmerrited favor/love) no! (paul talks about that in romans i thinkk....6 maybe)
however, when you sin, it is easy to think you have to work your way back into God's favor.

well.... you don't. He forgives you like that. He loves you and He pours His grace out on you. even when you keep messing up over and over again. He has love and forgiveness for you that you could never deplete.

we are restored instantaneously.
we do not have to/ are unable to EVER be WORTHY of God's love and forgiveness. that is why they call grace amazing.

do i make sense?
anyway, ashly cap-a-miz-o-li.... the one with the family that you dont want to mess with cough*mafia*cough.... and i taught a bible study tonight. it was nice. then it was up to UCONN for prayer/worship at the Dinsmore's.
i ate a chicken pot pie and decorated my room with van gogh prints.
i watched a lot of democracynow.org. i love amy g.

goodnight kids.

home sweet home

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i am home. school is finally over, and i am beginning to realize how old i am getting these days. i've officially been in this town nine years.... far longer than california or maryland. im also 20 now. WoW. can't really pull the "but Im only This many" trick much longer. :)
its been a while since i blogged. the only explanation i have is that i needed a break from life. it was nice :)
since you are all wondering what has happened since the mighty intramural soccer loss.... WELL, let me tell you.

exams were exams. i complained more this semester than usual. if you had to listen to me, im sorry :)
i got a big fat C in intro to African American Studies. C is for Crazy, as in... my teacher was crazy for not failing me :)
as for the first week of summer......

thats what i did. nothing. :) lots of Howard Zin and Noam Chomsky as well as my Norton Anthologies of Literature. mmmmmm reading in the sun and in the bath tub and in the grass and in my bed = much better than Homer B. Library.

cooney family parties are always nostalgic. ive gone to quite a few now.... "NO ERYN, you and beth have been friends since 7th grade. Where is my clothes line?" ... sorry folks for inside jokes you dont understand, its just that i love polish people

i went to a book sale in gtown yesterday with my mom. old art books are a cheap way to decorate you room.

i also went to nicole netkins bday party at john and sarah's. puppet shows at birthday parties are most definitely the key to a successful party. sarah also happens to be wonderful and i love her sense of humor

THEN i got a call from micah.

HES NOT GOING TO AFGHANISTAN UNTIL FEBRUARY. sigh of relief, God is good. what an answered prayer.

i went to church today and it was nice. little kids screaming hymns makes me happier than words can express.
they gave kaite and sean graduation gifts. im not quite sure what i'll do without katie at school next year. im trying not to think about it bc i know that the Lord has amazingly amazing things for her....... its just a lot easier to say that than to except it.
we ate at the Davey's, i had coffee with a friend at starbucks and i woooped Adam in Scrabble. (whinned=102 points if you play it right) basically a great sunday.

on the 31st im off to Wildwood NJ for 10 weeks to do a summer project with Campus Crusade for Christ.
the number three thing on my "list of things to do before i die": "Become an avid letter writer"

Elizabeth Clements
c/o Campus Crusade for Christ
121 E. Maple Ave.
Wildwood, NJ 08260

im also aloud to have visitors. wildwood's reaallllyyy nice. :) anyone? anyone? bueller?
i will update this much more often now.
i love melinda.
here are pictures of my humble abode.
goodnight.

my roOoOoOoooOoOom

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my rooom

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my roooooooom

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my rooooom

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intramural soccer

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did i ever tell you the story of jb and i and the ciliated paramecium soccer team?
well we got to the finals... and then we lost.

but at least we looked cool.
we got free tshirts toooo.

on the way to the big game....

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game faces are on

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jesus loves me this i know

no longer need to stand in Gods judgement. i am in His grace and it is by grace that I am saved. today was amazing. Worship and breaking bread with my brothers and sisters at vernon bible chapel was the last thing this emotional gal wanted after 4 hours of sleep.
turns out God is amazing and when you take a step of faith when making a decision, He is always right there to catch.

sydney is 5. she always sings even though she doesnt know the words to the songs and she cant read....

we sang jesus loves me this i know.... she knew that one.

we all held hands while we prayed for our food at lunch and i realized that i have been blessed with an amazing family. its quite unique and wonderful to have a church where you know everyones name and life story and they know yours.
thats how it's suppose to be. a family. i could not ask for more than that group and i dont know what id do without them.

Psalm 138

   1 I will praise you, O LORD , with all my heart;

    before the "gods" I will sing your praise.

    2 I will bow down toward your holy temple

    and will praise your name

    for your love and your faithfulness,

    for you have exalted above all things

    your name and your word.

    3 When I called, you answered me;

    you made me bold and stouthearted.



    4 May all the kings of the earth praise you, O LORD ,

    when they hear the words of your mouth.

    5 May they sing of the ways of the LORD ,

    for the glory of the LORD is great.



    6 Though the LORD is on high, he looks upon the lowly,

    but the proud he knows from afar.

    7 Though I walk in the midst of trouble,

    you preserve my life;

    you stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes,

    with your right hand you save me.

    8 The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me;

    your love, O LORD , endures forever-

    do not abandon the works of your hands.

I have nothing but respect and love for joe and dianne pratt by the way. (they go to our church and are basically my grandparents away from home) they are truly amazing children of God. Joes advice today to melinda and i was to realize that sometimes Gods gifts come in badly wrapped packages. :) although things might not appear wonderful, it may be those gifts that are the best.

food for thought i suppose.

The Lord is good all the time. I am rejoicing in His love that endures forever.

brain goo

complete and utter brain goooo.....these last weeks have been eye opening
i learned about the genocide that took place in rwanda in 94
i learned about the Armenian genocide that took place in Turkey 90 years ago
i learned that the Turkish government tries to deny that it happened.
i learned that exxon/mobile funds research projects to deny the global warming of the earth
i think apathy might be equivalent to hate.
Christ would not have been indifferent about what is taking place in the world and if I claim to be His disciple, then i should not be apathetic either.... turns out that loving our neighbors means more than just the people next door...... turns out that we might have to be much more proactive in loving our neighbors than we thought......

philly cheeeze

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once again my life has proven to be fantastically random. this weekend katie kristen and i made a pilgrimage to the cheese steak capitol of the U.S...... Philadelphia.

kate had a club ice-hockey tournament. THATS RIGHT. you heard it. She’s like a Sick hockey player.. and they won... and they got really cheap plastic trophies.

the weekend started with a horrific drive to PA. stuck in traffic on the merrit, reversed off the merrit, traffic on 95 in new haven.. traffic getting over the tapanzeeeeee.... traffic on the jersey trnpke, and OBVIOUSLY there was traffic at the worst time of day... 930 at night.
sweet.
10 hours to get to westchester PA.

BUT we did stay with 3 wonderfully terrific girls. 6 in a hotel for 2 nights= $25 hotel. YES! and one of the girls at 20 years was married AND pregnant. and obssessed with ROCKY. so this is what we did. climbed the ROCKY steps.

"dah dah dahhhhh dah dah dahhhhhh dah dah dahhhhhh dah dah dahhhhhh
dadadadadada dadadadadadada DA DAaaaa"

that was the song we sang as we ascended the steps after an hour of aimlessly wandering about philly asking where they were located.

i also went to my first bar ever! DUN DUN DUN.... dont worry guys. it was Karaoke night and I sang Amazing Grace! :) haha. i felt bad for not buying a drink. buttttttt im only 20 and i prefer water, thanks. there was also some horrible performances of "the boy is mine," the spice girls "if ya wanna be my lover" and moulan rougue.(spelling?) eeeeeekkkkk.

the weekend also included:
seeing the real world Philadelphia house. woo hooo (i dont own a TV so it was the first time id seen it)
riding a carousel outside kmart
spending some great time in the Word with my sisters
attending an adorable brethren assembly sunday morning for church

and then sleepin at kates new house in ffld. great weekend. :) ... (see below for more fun philly pictures)....now its time for the end of the year... :(

philly here we come!

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katie, the moose and Kmo

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the kmart ride. man o man that was fun

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katie playing hocky! (and teddy)

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dance party mc dance alot: "i just wanna fly"

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nothing better than going to a tuesday night Bible study and then coming home to this.

we just had a dance party and we busted out the sugar ray AND vanilla ice... could the night get much better?? now i'm off to read the best book ever.

a simple request

since the ones that actually click on this link are most likely my nearest and dearest, it seems simple to make a request here.
pray for me?
i need it like woa..........i love you? <><

<><

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.... and at least we were leaving the boys with a positive message....

Xtreme walking

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just thought id post a picture for you guys.
so here ya go

Xtreme walking 2005 feat. sean muldowney.

petitions petitions petitions

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at least we aren't apathetic.
however, it is 4:18 and i cant sleep. administration wants to do away with the one place on campus that is mine. the place that a boy brought me to long ago to meet some random woman who offered me a job... the Heart House.
i know the house doesnt look like its anything great. in fact, as some have said, it's quite the eye sore. but come on. you wanna tear it down? why....
bc it offers free counseling to students on campus?
bc it provides alcohol awareness to an alcoholic student body?
bc it provides students with the education necessary to drink responsibly and NOT die of alcohol poisoning?
or maybe its because the University would like to pretend like it has the drinking problems of it's school under control with the implementation of a new puppet-sheriff in town.

basically, the heart house is going to be ripped out of it's house and shoved in an office.
no more kitchen
no more cat
no more beds
no more crazy indian murals on the wall
no more scrabble games
no more family
no more house

ok. sweet. lets completely rip the heart out of the program. im sure TONS of students will be flocking to the basement of the oh-so-welcoming Wilbur Cross building to talk about their drug and alcohol issues....

ya. i didn't think so either.

sign a petition. better yet. email these guys and let them know how you feel.

(john.saddlemire@uconn.edu & then copying the e-mail to philip.austin@uconn.edu and peter.nicholls@uconn.edu.)

and if someone asks you to sign a petition... 8 times.... be patient. we are just trying to save our home.

be part of the emailing campaign....
What the Heart Program Does

The Heart Program is a nationally recognized substance abuse program at the University of Connecticut. It is a prevention, peer education, intervention, and service learning program rolled into one. It is estimated that the Heart Program directly reaches over 1/3 of the student body each year. The program raises awareness about alcohol and other drugs, provides free counseling services to all students, and serves as perhaps the most diverse program on the campus by involving any student wanting to become involved.
Recently, there has been a rumor that the Heart Program will have to leave its central location and be relocated to an office setting. The current location is a physical house accessible to all, appropriately named The Heart House. Being away from home, some students long for a comfortable environment to escape the stresses of everyday campus life. The Heart House serves as this home away from home. By taking away the Heart Programs house, there is an elimination of that comfort people seek by going into such an establishment. Dr. Sheila Cummings once wrote in regards to university alcohol and other drug education programs, "The more the university takes a leadership role in this way, the more the program will fail, effectively disappearing when the staff does not attend to it. Students will not make changes until they hear their own voice, for that is a particularly salient developmental task for young adults." This refers to the student's choice to enter a comfortable environment where they can be provided with non-judgmental support apart from the rules and regulations of high up administrative officials. Taking away the Heart House will only lead to the ineffectiveness of a student led program such as the Heart Program.
The Heart Program does not just create a sense of comfort for students, but for parents as well. Many parents, who have had children involved with the Heart Program, are often happy to hear that their child is being provided with education about alcohol and other drugs and social life at a major university in a setting where they feel comfortable.
It is clear to see that by taking away the Heart House, the administration will be doing all levels of the campus a huge disservice. The atmosphere, the effectiveness, and the large reach it currently has over students will be greatly jeopardized. We recognize the fact that the current Heart House will be eliminated, but we feel justified in asking the administration to give us a comparable setting with sufficient space apart from an office setting. It is important that all students, faculty, parents, or anyone else comes forward to help in the campaign to save the Heart House. People can help out by emailing john.saddlemire@uconn.edu & then copying the e-mail to philip.austin@uconn.edu and peter.nicholls@uconn.edu.

thats what we like to call Xtreme Walking.

what do you get when you put katieface, ash cap, annie "ugh" squires, l evanovich and me together.... "Xtreme Walking 2005"

a night full of snapping, lunging, shaving creme, tree climbing, puddle-jumping, play-dead, play-beatles, play-thug all about Storrs.
we were rebels WITH a cause:....we had the full armor of God,
belt of truth buckled around ashley's waist
the breastplate of righteousness strapped to all of us...
katie's feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.
the shield of faith in annie's hand (so she could extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.)
the helmet of salvation on lauren's head
and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God..... in my golashes.

quite the night indeed.

Q and not U

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after making the executive decision that i would practice the art of independence tonight and just go to the Q and not U concert regardless of the lack of company.. *cough* adam *cough*.... emily called.
interesting scene to say the least, yet wonderfully wonderful dancing about.
all the girls had bangs and black bob-hair doos. the guys had long hair.... mmm boys with long hair. however, there was something to be said about the drinking of beer in Storrs Congregational Church... grrrrrrr. no good. however, the concert was pleasantly close to Chapel 24.
Chapel 24 is the bestest place there is around these parts with the exception of a certain rock with writting on it at Mansfield Hollow. God and I have some really good memories there too. So now here I am, once again with the X on my hand reminding me of a cross...
We visitied Tent City today. at least those guys arn't apathetic about what they believe in. I long to be as proactive in my faith as people can be about issues without much eternal significance. Because God basically can't stand luke-warmnessss. i think it makes Him want to vomit if i'm right. (rev 3:15ish??)

at least its warm out

got into mcmahon 6th floor for next year.
Jesus loves me.
its warm out.
:)

sherwood

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i guess u never actually know what the Big Guy has in store for a night....
im driving to UCONN, after an intense justification of a certain pair of pants i purchased... and my dad calls bc theres some random band coming through town that i guess we knew from Sacramento.. and they need to crash at the house, and i should come visit...
arg. my plum down-comforter was really calling me last night.
im thinking ya know, 40 year olds reminiscing about CA. nope. guess not.
instead these guys are at the house when i got back, random huh. they got a record deal, made an album that comes out in a couple months and just tour around the country.
it could quite possibly be the best life ever.

shelby rose

a bisco show last night.
once again. shelby rose. too appropriate for my last show ever. disco biscuits. tdb. sammy brownstien magner and ... ya a little too detatched to remember the last guy. filled with artificial joy. mmm yes. but hey, this X on my hand reminding me im under 21 is kinda reminding me of a cross and how im under the blood of Christ.
the show was hollow. no substance really. lots of talk though. "that show was sick" "magner was so sick on that inverted twist out of reactor into triumph." "that encore was monumental and the x is whack, murph and bones and bra.." full of words to convince themselves that they feel something that they dont.
o and the boys disrespecting the girls! and the sweaty disguisting orgyness of it all. with the flashing lights. so many distractions to keep you from realizing how utterly dead-endy it all is.
it was closure though. a physical representation of the end of the life i used to live. and as we piled out of the crowded starland ballroom i could hardly breath, felt like i was sophocating.. i could see the outside but it was so hot and squished and muggy... an then i finally got out and the fresh air was like the breath of God on my own soul when i was liberated from that lifestyle a year and a half ago. last time ill go back..
unless, God willing, im called to go back and spread the Word. Jesus meets people where they're at. He met me where i was at. I used to go to these shows and Id get tracks from random hippies. Funny how when your running from God as fast as you can you run right in to Him. really nice to know that theres believers that care about this subculture. such a lost culture.... full of lies and deception, enslaved to the music and the STS9 crystals. anybody wanna start a ministry with me? start praying.
my heart breaks for them.
~simmy went to rehab and was suicidal.
~di-azipan was slurred as always, but my heart leaped when i ran into her. such a different life, the summer that we spent jumping around tussy mountain. i heard a fiddler that day and it was the penacle of my biscuits experience. all a slippery slop afterwards. i had attained the perfect life. but it was all fleeting.
~someone passed out and my alcohol poisoning skills kicked in. i monitored his breathing and checked his finger tips. that same someone acted like a stupid drunk once upon a time. adirondack is a faint memory at this point.
everyones chasing the wind these days but..

Im listening to the new Jars of Clay CD. much better than this time last night. gotta love old school hymns and spirituals
"ill fly away old glory, ill fly away, when i die hallelujah by and by, ill fly away."

a disco biscuits concert

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off to disco biscuits concert w e coooons.... this should be an interesting adventure to say the least. i feel as though God often isolates us from precarious situations and struggles in an attempt to strengthen our bones, build our muscles and renew our spirit so that if we are to return, we will be able to stand up under it.

is a year and a half long enough?

we can dance if we want to.....

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st. patty.
great guy. first one that brought the life giving message of Christ to Ireland.
..... now that's something to get dressed up for and snap our fingers like awkward old mothers dancing with their daughters if you ask me.

counting all things lost.......

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

don't write don't write don't know why

Saturday, November 22, 2008

baxter

Thursday, November 20, 2008

michael bernard leibovich, a foreshadowing?

a swedish, ceramic Christmas

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

stop frying ants if they aren't trying to bite you.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

graduation. (again)

Thursday, April 10, 2008

crackling air, swelling heart

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

today today tomorrow today.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

me and shnazy mcgils.

Friday, April 04, 2008

kim face

Friday, March 14, 2008

not here not there

Friday, March 07, 2008

iambic verse

Sunday, January 27, 2008

hold-able.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

in a year of 'first-annuals'...

from hipster-town, usa

east of eden

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

fresh word-salads and such

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

web CT wonderfulness

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Monday, January 01, 2007

Volo omnes felicem novum annum habere!

Monday, December 11, 2006

three kiddos in the bleachers

Friday, December 01, 2006

Borat Tells a Chair Joke

Friday, November 17, 2006

love sorcerer and the expedition. just for steve

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Saturday, September 09, 2006

reflections of shea

reflections of shea

Sunday, June 11, 2006

bethchelschelseryn

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Friday, June 02, 2006

Monday, May 22, 2006

happy birthday to joshuaaaa

some randomness

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

eryn cooney. love love love

Monday, April 24, 2006

happiness and such

Sunday, April 16, 2006

i guess we're counting all things loss

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

uconn is confused. clearly

Monday, April 03, 2006

taking pictures is the clements family past time.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

n'awlens

ryan shannon visited :) oh wildwood.

my 21st bday

we got on planes

Thursday, March 02, 2006

www.pandora.com

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

dichotomousness

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

2 or 3 times a year.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

an actual blog