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Wednesday, April 27, 2005

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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

www.shibumi.org/EotI

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I'm powerless...

My family is falling apart. I can't be the savior, and I've lost the number for the One who can. I'm supposed to be the adult; how can I hold this together when I can't even hold my own mind together? The more I hear about what it's like when even just the other four Moerys are home, I fear more and more that we're getting too used to living apart physically as much as mentally and emotionally, and may eventually seek to make the situation permanent. I know I'm guilty of this--I've contemplated moving out and getting my own place up here many a time, and after graduation I still fully plan on doing so (though I'll probably spend that summer in Illinois to tie up any and all loose ends remaining there.) Michelle wants to go to college far enough from home to have an excuse to not go home if she doesn't want to, and Eileen...girl turned 12 years old today. At least Mom behaved herself today, for Eileen's sake. I called home twice, but couldn't get ahold of Eileen (first time she was at her drum lesson, second time, she'd gone to bed.) I'll try again sometime tomarrow.

Michelle is totally emotionally detatched, and ironically enough, a big way I can see it is that we're getting along alot better. I can't explain why...I guess you have to be there. I also fear I'm starting to do the same. I just don't want to react to anything anymore...if only my face were cast in stone, like it was before college. Didn't matter what I felt inside--I gave no one the pleasure of knowing.


This is totally the song of my life right now:

if you are near to the dark
I will tell you 'bout the sun
you are here, no escape
from my visions of the world
you will cry all alone
but it does not mean a thing to me

knowing the song I will sing
till the darkness comes to sleep
come to me, I will tell
'bout the secret of the sun
it's in you, not in me
but it does not mean a thing to you

the sun is in your eyes
the sun is in your ears
I hope you see the sun
someday in the darkness

the sun is in your eyes
the sun is in your ears
but you can't see the sun
ever in the darkness
it does not much matter to me

-----Emily Bindiger, .hack//SIGN



Oyasuminasai! / Guten Nacht!

Saturday, April 09, 2005

CWN: Liberal Jesuits and the late Pope

Catholic World News (CWN)

Onerock Online Forums -> American Catholics Seek Reform On Issues

Onerock Online Forums -> American Catholics Seek Reform On Issues

This is a website!!!

This is a website!!!

Blech blech blech blech blech!!!!

I. Feel. Like. Crud.

Upset stomach, but that seems to have calmed down, and my mood is just in the toilet because I'm so scared I won't be able to come back to Aquinas. I will seriously have a nervous breakdown if I have to resume living at home full-time. ;_; Lonely as all get out because I just don't feel like anyone gets what it feels like to be me. I wouldn't chose it if I had the option. <_< I just want the school year to be over, but I do NOT want to go home to Illinois. I just wish I could live up here on campus and just keep swiping into Wege (I probably still have enough meals left to do it, too! =-P ) This time when I go home, Dad may well not be around often, if at all, to keep Mom at bay. She refuses to get her depression treated, or to even talk about it or admit to having it. She's convinced we all are the problem and if we would just cooperate and be productive and do this, that, whatever, then everything would be perfect, and any sane person could tell her that isn't true. I still feel like I'm being regarded as an adult only when it means that one of my parents doesn't have to do something anymore. Grrr...

I just want to curl up into fetal positon on my bed (pretend for a moment that would be physically possible for me without excruciating {sp?} pain...) and sob my little eyes out, but that wouldn't help any. I'm 20 years old---crying isn't going to convince my parents to let me stay here. Crying's not natural for me either. (Then again, neither is dreaming, and I'm doing that alot lately because the freaking pills are causing me to have more REM cycles than I've ever had before while sleeping. I'm not sleeping as deep as I did, so I feel rotten in the mornings.)

Stupid printer's still broke. An RTA fiddled with it for almost an hour. Got the cartages moving again, but now the computer thinks it's done printing a document when it hasn't at all. Grrr...

Softball game tomarrow. Not really up to it, but since I'm already missing Sunday for a Band rehersal, I feel I should be at this one. Not like I'm going to hit anything. <_<

Well, my focus is shot, so that's the end of this entry.

Guten Nacht!

Friday, April 08, 2005

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Weird Dreams...

I've been having some crazy dreams lately. Usually, I'm "dreaming episodes" of St. Tail or Prétear, like not episodes that actually aired, but just random stuff. Weirdness-dreaming in anime. I've been having strange dreams in general since I started the Zoloft. I've combed the medication's offical site over and again and I can't find whether this is supposed to happen. It's not a serious problem, but more than a slight nusance {sp?}. Maybe it's stress? No nightmares yet, but definatly dreams that I didn't like. Oye....

Listening to Japan-A-Radio as usual. Maybe I'll play some Anarchy Online before bed, but I have to call it a night early because I have my advising at 10:30AM tomarow. I'm bored. I finnished my CD200 homework at 1AM because I had nothing better to do.

I was suppoed to meet with Mr. Dooley from the CIS department today, but he had to cancel, so I'm meeting with him tomarrow after CD200. Tomarrow morning, I have to meet with Dr. Marko for my Theology advising. Fun, fun, fun. Hopefully, after this week I'll have a sturdy enough game plan in place to convince Mom to let me stay. Dad's convinced, but Dad is also usually persuaded by logic. Mom.... =-

Bis Spater!

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Where words fail...

Music can pick up the slack. I'm listening to EWTN Radio right now, and they are playing the piece in my Current Music. We did this song my first semester here in College Chorus. At the time, I didn't really apprciate how beautiful the piece really is. Now, however, it fits perfectly. I'm going to snag the library's copy tomarrow and slap it onto my hard drive. (iTunes may have it, but I don't have enough in checking right now for that kind of thing.)

Just a lot of weird thoughts today, the biggest being "What's next?" I've been asking that question about almost everything these last few weeks. Kicked from the SoE, what's next? Mom doesn't want me to come back to Aquinas if I'm not going to be a teacher, what's next? What do I do with being half-done with college? Now the Pope's gone, what next? What next for the Church? I almost feel bad for the next Holy Father, because he has big shoes to fill. I really hope it's true what I hear, that the cardnals who are electing this next Pope are even more conservative than those who elected the late JPII. I fear some on the fringe of the Church may see John Paul's death as a good thing, because they feel that impediments to whatever, women/married priests, whatever, will be removed with a new Pope. I hope our new Pope is as wonderfully orthodox as JPII, and will stand firm against any and all that may try to attack the Church, seeing this time of transition as a moment of weakness.

I think this post, from a OneRocker, captures things well: http://hombre.diary-x.com/journal.cgi?entry=20050402

OK, my brain hurts and I need to make another round anyway (I'm at work.)

Bis Spater!

RIP, JPII

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua, luceat eis.

Cut and paste from my last LJ entry

mood:
Club Night rocked. [info]biogeek500 and I played DDR for half an hour, and I got two firsts and a second! (Yeah, yeah, [info]frankencow, you could still kick my butt. =-P)

I am offically happy with the Wege workers, because at dinner today they put on CNN and put a sign on the TV to not change the channel. ^_^ Watching the news show on EWTN right now. I'll go to bed when it's over. I have work tomarrow, though I don't have a super-amount of homework to do. Methinks I'll bring some manga to read.

Keep praying for the Holy Father. The Vatican seems to believe the Holy Father can go any moment now. Dad sent me an e-mail about it, just some thoughts, and I replied.

That reminds me. I think there's a bug in the voicemail system, because my parents were mad at me for not calling them back, and I didn't get what they were talking about, and just this afternoon, messages they left last night arrived in my box, so I don't know what's wrong there. Just what I need.

Also, Asuka Jr. has a small hole in his tail-fin, and I fear it may be the beginning of fin rot. Fin rot was the beginning of the end for the first Asuka, because he got 2 fungi right after he got that. Sadness. ;_;

OK, show's over, I'm off to sleep.

Guten Nacht!

Friday, April 01, 2005

Pretty much what I'm feeling.

ENGLISH:

no more words
Lyrics: Ayumi Hamasaki
Composer: CREA + DAI
Arranger: Naoto Suzuki

Surely, surely as we
live we know more.
And, and as we live
we forget.

Things that begin
always have an end.
If you can live on,
think always of that.

If this world were split into
winners and losers,
I'd rather be a loser.
I always want to be a loser.

Surely, surely we are
more beautiful when we're sad.
That's why, that's why we are
dirtier when we're sad.

To protect us and ours,
we must sacrifice something yet again.
Those who can live on
think always of that.

If this world were split into
winners and losers,
I'd rather be a loser.
I always want to be a loser.

What can I tell you?
I'm just a small, helpless person.
That's all I'll say for now
because sometimes words
ar completely powerless.

ROMAJI:

no more words
sakushi: hamasaki ayumi
sakkyoku: CREA + DAI
henkyoku: suzuki naoto

kitto kitto bokutachi wa
ikiru hodo ni shitte yuku
soshite soshite bokutachi wa
ikiru hodo ni wasurete'ku

hajimari ga aru mono ni wa
itsu no hi ka owari mo aru koto
iki to shi ikeru mono nara
sono subete ni

moshi mo kono sekai ga shousha to haisha to no
futatsu kiri ni wakareru nara
aa boku wa haisha de ii
itsu datte haisha de itai n da

kitto kitto bokutachi wa
kanashii hodo ni utsukushiku
yue ni yue ni boku tachi wa
kanashii hodo ni yogorete'ku

mamoru beki mono no tame ni
kyou mo mata nani ka o gisei ni
iki to shi ikeru mono tachi
sono subete ga

moshi mo kono sekai ga shousha to haisha to no
futatsu kiri ni wakareru nara
aa boku wa haisha de ii
itsu datte haisha de itai n da

boku wa kimi ni nani o tsutaerareru darou
konna chippoke de chiisana boku de shika nai
ima wa kore ijou hanasu no wa yametoku yo
kotoba wa sou amari ni mo
toki ni muryoku da kara