For All those Who "Knew it..."

Think back to all those things that you've had to wait for. Imagine if you had given up- you may never have experienced that desire being fulfilled!

Searching/waiting is an important part of reaching your ultimate goal. While the treasure at the end of the course is what you have fixed your eyes on, it is not nearly as enjoyable if it is reached within the first moments of the search commencing. The period of anticipation only makes the enthusiasm grow, ultimately making that end satisfaction that much better.

Some give up, but some persist... and those are the ones that reach their goal- those are the ones that ones who's patience is rewarded.
(but to some of you, I'm afraid to report that there are exceptions- somethings are just never meant to be)



Waitin' On A Woman - Brad Paisley

Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall
He sat down in his overalls and asked me
You waitin' on a woman
I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you
He said son since nineteen fifty-two I've been
Waitin' on a woman

When I picked her up for our first date
I told her I'd be there at eight
And she came down the stairs at eight-thirty
She said I'm sorry that I took so long
Didn't like a thing that I tried on
But let me tell you son she sure looked pretty
Yeah she'll take her time but I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman

He said the wedding took a year to plan
You talk about an anxious man, I was nervous
Waitin' on a woman
And then he nudged my arm like old men do
And said, I'll say this about the honeymoon, it was worth it
Waitin' on a woman

And I don't guess we've been anywhere
She hasn't made us late I swear
Sometimes she does it just 'cause she can do it
Boy it's just a fact of life
It'll be the same with your young wife
Might as well go on and get used to it
She'll take her time 'cause you don't mind
Waitin' on a woman

I've read somewhere statistics show
The man's always the first to go
And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready
So when it finally comes my time
And I get to the other side
I'll find myself a bench, if they've got any
I hope she takes her time, 'cause I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman

Honey, take your time, cause I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman



~Always Late, but worth the Wait~

Anonymously Written

I can't even begin to describe what it feels like to finally be done my last paper of the semester. It seemed like it was just a constant flow of essays, with continuous Spanish exams, tests and quizzes, and once in a while a religion paper and exam tossed in for extra flavour.

Now, with a week and a half before finals begin, I'm given the chance to relax. But with relaxing comes wondering thoughts, confusion and friends who make you figure things out. It's just too bad that these thoughts had to come my way at a time I would have much rather been sleeping.

However, there is an upside to late-night/early-morning discussions . . . but those positive details seem to have escaped me for the moment (I suppose that'll happen when you are working off only 4 hours of sleep)

Last night, while listening to my trusty All-American Rejects station on Pandora, there were certain songs that spoke to me. The things they were saying, it was almost as if they were in front me, singing their songs, as if they had been written for me, for this exact moment in time.

Crazy how those things happen eh.

I tried to search for the lyrics to these songs to share with you, but the internet has failed me! *gasp*
But feel free to search on your own
- Each Other's Arm by:None Other
- You were the one by Stereo

~taking the leap, hand in hand~

And I got it from Alyson :)

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...


OPENING CREDITS: Your Song (Moulin Rouge: Ewan McGregor)

WAKING UP: Elephant Love Medley (Moulin Rouge: Ewan McGregor & Nicole Kidman) I swear it is on shuffle!

FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL: Come Back to Texas (Bowling for Soup)

FALLING IN LOVE: Wipe Out (Beach Boys)

FIGHT SONG: #41 (Dave Matthews Band)

BREAKING UP: Just Tonight (Jimmy Eat World)

FORMAL: Mama Mia (Abba)

FINAL BATTLE: Beautiful (Audio Adrenaline)

DEATH SCENE: Spill the Wine (Eric Burdon & War)

FUNERAL: Golden Years (David Bowie)

END CREDITS: Welcome Home (Shaun Groves)



~by the power of procrastination vested in me~

Secrets are meant to be Kept by Both parties...

It's not that I am not excited, and it's not that I don't approve . . . I'm just in shock!

Well, shock may be an understatement . . . But since I am currently suffering from writers block (which I must say is doing wonders for my essay writing. . .), the proper words for my current condition escapes me.

I still don't think it has really sunk in . . . though that may be partially due to my uncertainty on what this all entails. Sure an engagement includes a ring, a date, a big white dress, a church, guests, a wedding party, another ring, a honeymoon etc. . . . But the whole "...through sickness and health ... as long as you both shall live!" that's big- real big! Exceptionally big- but exciting!

I try to put myself in your shoes . . . But seeing as I am single and scared of commitment . . . I fail.

All the best to you two! I love you and I can't wait to help with planning . . .!


~August suddenly seems much sooner~

Once Upon A Time . . .

At a young age, girls are given the [false] hope of a future day when Prince Charming is to appear- gallant, powerful and sweet- high upon his white stallion. Then, they will be swept off their feet and carried off into the distant land of Happily Ever After. They dream of their Mr. Perfect, but realize- once they've entered the real world- that all their dreams may have been in vain . . .



You hate men is what you say and I understand how you feel that way
All girls dream of a fairy tale
But what you've got's like a used car salesman
Trying to conceal what's wrong behind a smile and the song
And I'm not saying that boys are not like that
But I think you should know (you should)
That some of us will grow
(Princes and Frogs, Superchick)



There are, however, exceptions to every rule . . . for rules are meant to be broken! But how are they to know which are the exceptions: the epitome of scum and typical guy; no where near the Prince Charming standard planted deep in their hearts and mind?!



These misleading visions remind me of Faith Hill's lyrics in "This Kiss",
...How does love get so off course
All I wanted was a white knight
With a good heart, soft touch, fast horse
Ride me off into the sunset
Baby, I’m forever yours
It all seems so simple but perfect . . . so how does it end up so utterly destroyed?

One answer may be the false belief of perfection (in men anyway)

see for yourself

~so much for my happy ending~

n.d.a.R.o.m

Having to listen to the repetitive rain tape is enough at night- there is NO need to stretch it into the day as well.

I need headphones that block out the sound around me better or else it defeats the purpose I use them for.

I have a great desire to go CD shopping, but for that money is needed.

Tomorrow I head off to Vancouver where I will meet my parents then head to Vancouver Island to meet up with some friends. My first time leaving campus for more then a few hours in ages!

What is the importance of Spanish class? It is not as if I'm actually going to remember any of it the moment I've written that final exam (which isn't even until the end of NEXT semester . . . what did I do to deserve a full year language course?!)

Sitting here listening to my dear friend struggling with her stats lab- my heart goes out to her . . . how I wish I could help

It is extremely challenging to write a 2000 word essay on a Shakespearian play when you are suffering from serious ADD.

Yesterday a group of girls were crowded around a catalog of engagement rings (why our dorm receives these in the mail is beyond me) and I've fallen into the obsession as well, except I found mine on the internet, check it out!

my ring

One month yesterday is when I go home for Christmas. I can't believe this semester is nearly done! But I get to see my family!

Did you know it is only 238 days till Harry Potter: Order of the Phoenix movie comes out?! I wish that the seventh book would come out soon . . .

~there is another fool like me?!~

Maybe school is good for something after all

I've come to school to learn, and learn I do.

On Saturday night a friend of mine (a music major) informed me of the once existing H key. I know you are more than likely thinking you are so gullible and at first I thought that too, but he has assured me that he was not lying. And I trust that- *gasp* trust- is there something wrong with me?!

On Monday night it was discovered that there is infact a difference between a single and a double shot . . . Especially in a not-so-large-sized-mug of hot chocolate! Oh, but it was quite tasty, after you became accustomed to the smell of toothpaste!
And playing Mafia- awesome fun! except when your fellow partner in crime turns on you!
Maybe I shouldn't be trusting his stories of H keys *ponders* . . .

Oh, I also made a home made checkers board! And we used magnets as the pieces . . . The different colours confused me and I'm out of practice. Though I doubt that I could win even if I played all the time . . . Silly people and their crazy high IQ's, it's not fair!

~every day a little less ignorant~

It's So Hard

Excerpts from the Dixie Chicks' So Hard

And sometimes I don't have the energy
To prove everybody wrong
And I try my best to be strong
But you know it's so hard
It's so hard

And I'd feel so guilty
If that was a gift I couldn't give
And could you be happy
If life wasn't how we pictured it

And sometimes I just want to wait it out
To prove everybody wrong
And I need your help to move on
Cause you know it's so hard
It's so hard

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~


Sometimes things happen in life that make us question God and His perfect plan. You think that maybe there has been a mistake- that this wasn't supposed to happen!
But God doesn't make mistakes.
When difficult times come along you may feel abandoned by God as well as the world. But just like in poem Footprints, it is these times that God carries us.


Ever get to a point in life when the road divides into about six different paths- all of which have their perks and drawbacks- but you are unsure of which way you are supposed to go, or if you are even supposed to go anywhere?!


~it's so hard when it doesn't come easy~

Oh the Mind of Me

Imagine this . . .


You are seated all alone at a table when suddenly six cakes appear before you. They are situated just beyond arms reach. Your mouth falls open in awe. It is explained to you that these are not ordinary cakes. These are professionally made cakes, prepared especially for you. Each is made with the finest chocolates and each very unique to the others.

Obviously you would be delighted beyond understanding! (or perhaps that is just me, but envision yourself feeling the same way for the sake of my imagination)

Then the voice (no one else is present in the room with you, and the voice seems to be coming from all directions) continues on saying that you must choose only ONE of these cakes for yourself.

You blink suddenly, cocking your head to one side as if to listen to these words at a new angle, hoping this would change their meaning. Only one? You wonder if that is even possible, and if so, WHY?!
You may ask If each is made especially for me, why must I choose only one? Which is a completely reasonable question! (for I myself have asked the same question, and I like to think I am reasonable) But one that is not answered, instead the voice continues to say that you must choose one.

You begin scanning the cakes. With each look your mouth begins to salivate more intensely, and your stomach growls with more force than ever before! (at first it tricks you into believing that it is not your stomach at all, but rather your cell phone vibrating due to an incoming call or text message)

You ask the voice whether you can have a small slice of each instead, or perhaps to aid in the decision. But your request is denied and once again you are reminded that you must choose only one.
You attempt to reach for one of the cakes but you are unable to lift your body from the chair and the cakes remain just beyond arms reach.

What would you do?
Would you be able to make a decision? And if you did, would you wonder if perhaps you made the wrong one and that a different one would have tasted better . . .?
Or would you sit there- your neck sore from the constant scanning of the six cakes- going crazy! You are unable to sleep- in fear that it is all a dream and when you wake they will no longer be there- and your lack of sleep and the stress of such an extreme decision is driving you to the brink of insanity!


Just something to think about on a hungry day.


~long since passed that brink of insanity~

With hospitals come Straws

Today as I sit here comfortable (to an extend- as being squashed into my little corner can get crampy), relaxed (when I force my brain to wonder from the numerous things I must accomplish in the next few days), fully clothed (with extra blankets and such) and warm (my room is anything but warm, but I would consider it only to be a small cooler, and we all know there are many things colder than that!) I think and pray for those in worse off situations, especially today, for my dear sister.

At this very moment she is lying in a hospital bed wearing nothing but a hospital robe, with an old- freaky sounding, according to what I've been told- doctor hunched over her attacking her with all sorts of sizes and shapes of equipment! Thankfully she is drugged and, if all goes according to plan, will have no recollection of today's events.
However, if today's events consisted of an attractive, kind, young, male nurse . . . she may want to remember what occurred. Or perhaps it is not a young nurse but instead an older doctor who does not often show kindness but cynicism, who walks with a cane and who's name happens to be Gregory House! Though I suppose that would be nearly impossible since he was arrested last night!

So I dedicate this to her and all her probable discomfort today and for a number of days to come. It is nothing of serious issues that this operation is for, and it is believed she will walk away from it a better person (appearance wise if nothing else).
And to her when she reads this, just remember the good things that can come from drinking everything with a straw

~the cutest boy I ever say was sipping soda from a straw . . . I asked him if he'd teach me how to sip my soda from a straw . . .~