bethchelschelseryn
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. ................
.
.
.
....
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. ................
.
.
.
....
posted by bethanneclements at 11:09 PM
2 Comments:
Guitar is key, I am happy you are learning. + the picture of you and your friends hits me in a weird emotional way cuz it reminds me of the WB(Windy Bandits) Sean, Joe, Taylor, Eric, and Josh who are currently shaping the history of America as we know it. Plus all these "occurrences" or should we say God's divine providence = great answers to prayer concerning the far EASSSSSSSSSssssssssssttttttttttttt
okay, so i was like best friends with eryn when we were little and i cannot get in touch with the girl in any way! please help me, lol... my name is karah coolahan, can you tell her i'm on facebook, look me up! i miss the shit out of her :)
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