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[posted on December the 1st] |
In our lives, there is bound to come some pain, surely as there are storms
and falling rain; just believe that the one who holds the storms will bring the sun( . )
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| I'm like a bear. No, wait. A bird. |
[posted on November the 18th] |
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Cause, I'm totally staying south for the winter. Roberto would love to see me stick it out in Seattle for the next several months, but fuck that. It's warmer here. And. I'm like a bird.
Also? My rack > Pamela Anderson's. Here's why: Mine's real.
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| Public Service Announcement. |
[posted on September the 24th] |
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Annnd by 'casually professional,' my sister actually meant ( this: )
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| I am me .. but what does that even mean? |
[posted on September the 19th] |
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Kate Voegele - No Good |
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Well. Texas is officially off limits, for the time being. Remember when I said this weather was exciting? Yeah, scratch that. Well, I guess maybe it's the aftermath part that isn't so exciting. But still, sometimes I stand back and wonder what the hell I'm doing, you know? What's the point in running into helicopters aimed at a hurricane when the hurricane still does the damage it does?
I don't know.
It's just that times like this remind me that I'm more than just a weather girl. I'm more than a physics geek with a degree. I play the violin. A lot, actually. I love just sitting down with my violin, picking up the bow, and playing to the sound of rain tapping against the roof of Jake's house. I could probably land any concert violinist gig I wanted, if I auditioned. Maybe it's conceited of me to say, but then again, I'm just .. confident. Sometimes, anyway.
And .. I love to read. I can't count the number of times I've read Jane Eyre or The Great Gatsby. I have a more - or - less permanent subscription to TIME magazine and Newsweek. I know that over the last week, the stock market plummeted to all-time lows with the bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers, the buyout of Merrill Lynch by Bank of America, and the federal bail out of AIG.
And I'm like a million other people in this world. Everything I do has been done by .. hundreds, maybe even thousands, of people before me. People talk about that whole 'to the world you may be one person,' sentimentalist crap, but what does that even mean? I'm pretty sure I'm not the world to one person and I am just one person to the rest of the world. So am I irrelevant? Because sometimes I think I am.
I stand back and look at my brother. He saves lives on a daily basis. My sister creates magic from film. Me? I chase storms. Whoopee.
That's all my life is. One big chase.
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