It pains my emotionally to know that I'm sitting in a library doing homework when I could be reading all these marvelous books. And it pains me physically to know that I'm sitting inside a cool library doing homework when the weather outside is so beautiful. Blue skies, the perfect balance of sun and shade. (A bit warm... Buthey!)
Sad day, my friends.
02 April 2012
26 March 2012
05 March 2012
Chloe's Cogitations
I never understood why people didn't love the dark... Actually, I do understand, but I guess I view certain aspects of 'darkness' differently than most...
In books, people tend to treat anything dark as something to be feared or shunned. The bad guys in the stories I read when I was younger always wore black and ran around at night. They rode black horses, had black hearts, and lived in dark castles with black banners streaming from their towers. Even in real life people have given darkness a bad name--one of the parts I really do understand, since Satan himself is referred to as the Prince of Darkness. But I'm not talking about Satan or how we should love him or anything like that. Atall.
I promise.
What I'm trying to say, really, is that people don't seem to appreciated darkness very much, but it's so nice. I don't know many people, for example, who like walking down the street on a cold dark night right after it's rained. The nights when water drips eerily from the nearby trees onto the pavement as you walk past and the neighborhood lights reflect back up at you from the wet gutters. You know the nights I mean. Everything you see seems to come alive, ready and willing to attack you at a moments notice. Shadows that were complimented when framed by sunlight during the day are no longer smiled at. Instead, they become a hiding place for any and every enemy your imagination might cook up. But is that really how this night should look?
Let's reverse our positions for a minute, shall we? I'll sit in your head and you sit in mine. There. Fair trade... Kind of.
Suppose you're the one who's hiding in the shadows.
No longer are you the one being hunted; you're the hunter. Darkness cloaks your movements as you follow your enemies down the wet road in silence. All the shadows you like to think are teeming with baddies out to get you are now your greatest allies. They cover you and keep you safe. (And if you're smart, then yes, you'll be wearing as much black as you possible can. That's just how it works.) No longer do the streetlights look so formidable. Their light is now a way of keeping track of your enemy as he works his way down the block, never knowing they're being followed.
Okay. You can have your head back. I've made my point and, really, I prefer my mind anyways. Not to mention I'm sure the dustbunnies between my imagination and common sense are scaring you a little with their staring. They do that.
Next time you go out for a stroll on a cold night, though, you may want to remember what I've told you. Carefully consider my collection of copious... cogitations. They may just save you the next time you leave your house. And who knows, maybe you'll learn to appreciate darkness a bit more.
In books, people tend to treat anything dark as something to be feared or shunned. The bad guys in the stories I read when I was younger always wore black and ran around at night. They rode black horses, had black hearts, and lived in dark castles with black banners streaming from their towers. Even in real life people have given darkness a bad name--one of the parts I really do understand, since Satan himself is referred to as the Prince of Darkness. But I'm not talking about Satan or how we should love him or anything like that. Atall.
I promise.
What I'm trying to say, really, is that people don't seem to appreciated darkness very much, but it's so nice. I don't know many people, for example, who like walking down the street on a cold dark night right after it's rained. The nights when water drips eerily from the nearby trees onto the pavement as you walk past and the neighborhood lights reflect back up at you from the wet gutters. You know the nights I mean. Everything you see seems to come alive, ready and willing to attack you at a moments notice. Shadows that were complimented when framed by sunlight during the day are no longer smiled at. Instead, they become a hiding place for any and every enemy your imagination might cook up. But is that really how this night should look?
Let's reverse our positions for a minute, shall we? I'll sit in your head and you sit in mine. There. Fair trade... Kind of.
Suppose you're the one who's hiding in the shadows.
No longer are you the one being hunted; you're the hunter. Darkness cloaks your movements as you follow your enemies down the wet road in silence. All the shadows you like to think are teeming with baddies out to get you are now your greatest allies. They cover you and keep you safe. (And if you're smart, then yes, you'll be wearing as much black as you possible can. That's just how it works.) No longer do the streetlights look so formidable. Their light is now a way of keeping track of your enemy as he works his way down the block, never knowing they're being followed.
Okay. You can have your head back. I've made my point and, really, I prefer my mind anyways. Not to mention I'm sure the dustbunnies between my imagination and common sense are scaring you a little with their staring. They do that.
Next time you go out for a stroll on a cold night, though, you may want to remember what I've told you. Carefully consider my collection of copious... cogitations. They may just save you the next time you leave your house. And who knows, maybe you'll learn to appreciate darkness a bit more.
25 January 2012
There are days when I'm positively convinced that not going to public school was one of the best things that ever happened to me. Tonight was one of those nights.
No, dear highschooler, I'm not stupid enough to let you flirt with me for five minutes, watch as you go flirt with five other girls, and let you come back again thinking it's okay. You're ridiculous if you think that just because I get lower grades than some people, that I'm stupid enough to let you do that. Because unlike you, I'm willing to wait for someone who's worth it and thinks that I'm worth all his time.
Not one fifth of it.
But since we're on the subject, let me thank you for making it that much easier for me to let you go.
--Chloe
P.S. Next time, you might want to pick someone who won't fight back
No, dear highschooler, I'm not stupid enough to let you flirt with me for five minutes, watch as you go flirt with five other girls, and let you come back again thinking it's okay. You're ridiculous if you think that just because I get lower grades than some people, that I'm stupid enough to let you do that. Because unlike you, I'm willing to wait for someone who's worth it and thinks that I'm worth all his time.
Not one fifth of it.
But since we're on the subject, let me thank you for making it that much easier for me to let you go.
--Chloe
P.S. Next time, you might want to pick someone who won't fight back
23 January 2012
Note to self:
It probably isn't smart to pick up the wrong stack of books when you're on the way out the door and not remember you have the wrong stack of books until you get to school. And it probably isn't good to realize that you're stuck at school with no way of getting said books because you have no car, and then realize something else. You have the teacher from hell today, who, if you tell you forgot your books on accident because you thought it was Tuesday and not Monday, will promptly kick you out of his class--and generally humiliate you because of your stupidity.
Please, don't ever do this to me again, self. It's not good for our mental health and gives us a headache because of the stress.
Love, Self
Please, don't ever do this to me again, self. It's not good for our mental health and gives us a headache because of the stress.
Love, Self
21 January 2012
College, Computers, and Chaos
It's been one of those weeks...
First I managed to get my eensie little laptop stolen when I ran into our college bookstore to grab a drawing board--not to mention my headhpones--and that was just lovely. Well, part of it was, anyways. No, really! I met a wonderful receptionist in the security office. She was so sweet and sympathetic and just all-around lovely. Unfortunately for me, however, her niceness and my hour-long sulking session still wasn't enough to make my little bugger come back to me. SO. I decided to come up with a list of pros and cons for losing one's computer.
Pros:
- You lose a lot of distraction time when you don't have a laptop to carry around with you wherever you go.
- Your thousand-pound backpack is much, much lighter without a computer (no, I don't care how small it was. My back still felt it.)
- You don't have to worry about it getting stolen after it's been stolen!
- It's really nice to realize that your brandie new bible hasn't been lost along with said computer. (Long story, that one...)
- Much more space in your backpack for important stuff, like, you know, textbooks...
Cons:
- Well... Your computer is gone.
- Getting over the fact that all of the stuff you've written since you got said new computer--not to mention my notes from all my classes--is difficult. And painful.
- It's not cheap to get a new laptop to replace your old one
- It's much harder to do homework on the go when you don't have something electronic to carry around with you.
- No portable pandora... (I've been feeling this one the past few days. A lot.)
There were several other things that went wrong this week as well as me losing my computer. Some were small, some were big, and all of them would have been easy to deal with if they hadn't all happened at once. As always, though, bad things come in bunches, and I ended up tired and stressed--not a good thing when you're a college student with oodles of homework.
But overall, I can't complain. (So I'll rant instead...) God helped me get over myself once again, and I can't help but say how good he is. Cuz not matter how many computers you have stolen from you in a week or how tired or stressed you become, he's still there for you, every step of the day. And I know that I'm going to sound like a broken record, but, you know, it's kind of comforting to know that he's got everything under control.
(If, for any reason, however, any of you ever get your computer stolen, I would be glad to speak with you. Trust me when I say I know how it feels. Cuz I do!~)
Chloe <3
First I managed to get my eensie little laptop stolen when I ran into our college bookstore to grab a drawing board--not to mention my headhpones--and that was just lovely. Well, part of it was, anyways. No, really! I met a wonderful receptionist in the security office. She was so sweet and sympathetic and just all-around lovely. Unfortunately for me, however, her niceness and my hour-long sulking session still wasn't enough to make my little bugger come back to me. SO. I decided to come up with a list of pros and cons for losing one's computer.
Pros:
- You lose a lot of distraction time when you don't have a laptop to carry around with you wherever you go.
- Your thousand-pound backpack is much, much lighter without a computer (no, I don't care how small it was. My back still felt it.)
- You don't have to worry about it getting stolen after it's been stolen!
- It's really nice to realize that your brandie new bible hasn't been lost along with said computer. (Long story, that one...)
- Much more space in your backpack for important stuff, like, you know, textbooks...
Cons:
- Well... Your computer is gone.
- Getting over the fact that all of the stuff you've written since you got said new computer--not to mention my notes from all my classes--is difficult. And painful.
- It's not cheap to get a new laptop to replace your old one
- It's much harder to do homework on the go when you don't have something electronic to carry around with you.
- No portable pandora... (I've been feeling this one the past few days. A lot.)
There were several other things that went wrong this week as well as me losing my computer. Some were small, some were big, and all of them would have been easy to deal with if they hadn't all happened at once. As always, though, bad things come in bunches, and I ended up tired and stressed--not a good thing when you're a college student with oodles of homework.
But overall, I can't complain. (So I'll rant instead...) God helped me get over myself once again, and I can't help but say how good he is. Cuz not matter how many computers you have stolen from you in a week or how tired or stressed you become, he's still there for you, every step of the day. And I know that I'm going to sound like a broken record, but, you know, it's kind of comforting to know that he's got everything under control.
(If, for any reason, however, any of you ever get your computer stolen, I would be glad to speak with you. Trust me when I say I know how it feels. Cuz I do!~)
Chloe <3
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