Archive for September, 2002

drugged.

Thursday, September 19th, 2002

I’m quite strung out on Benadryl. Again. This is so fun…no worries. *weak smile*

wednesday whimsy.

Wednesday, September 18th, 2002

Describe yourself in each stage of your life! Like from 6th grade up. (example.. clothes, personality, emotions, etc.)

Thankfully, I cannot remember that far back. Something occurred during my 9th grade year in the Academy that turned me into a typical rebellious southern belle. I’m not exactly sure how I became so bizarre. My junior year was much better and I found a love for news and world happenings that formulated much of my business-mindedness now. As far as clothes go…I’ve become more conservative and classy.

Is there anything you would like to have changed about your past? maybe certain choices?

Of course. Who doesn’t have regrets? However, those choices (along with their consequences) have made me the person I am today.

What years of your life do you think were the best?

My senior year in the academy was great. There are so many memories (and picture albums) that I will treasure forever. The trip to Cici’s, the midnight run at the Wild’s, Kerry’s portrayal of a famous author, the party at Chad’s, making my little clay Frenchman, journaling with Joel, perching on the grass and drawing, and of course our huge lunch group. I also remember that delicious foggy morning that I was walking alongside the amphitheater and I heard bagpipes. I leaned over the railings on the bridge to Hutto and watched a man dressed in a kilt meander through the amphitheater. He played a hauntingly beautiful rendition of Amazing Grace that sent chills up and down my spine.

Describe a recent dream.

For some strange reason…Wes invaded my dreams on Sunday night. Odd.

surrender.

Wednesday, September 18th, 2002

Remember surrender
Remember relief

Remember how tears rolled down both of your cheeks
As the warmth of a heavenly father came closing in

Remember surrender
Remember peace
Remember how soundly you fell fast asleep
In the face of your troubles your future still shone like the morning sun

– Sara Groves

The night I had to tell my dad all that I had been involved in for a year…the night I realized I had to end the relationship with that certain boyfriend…and many other times. It is exceptionally hard to find yourself at the place of surrender but once there you wonder why you didn’t come sooner.

testing.

Tuesday, September 17th, 2002

Yes, this template needs lots of work. However, I have an El Stats test at 8am sharp…so I’ll be studying tonight.

fickleness.

Tuesday, September 17th, 2002

I am about to change my blog url to: http://perspectiveofjenn.blogspot.com.