Oh my word I love this version so much...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axrqVfuGHh0
...though I must admit Bluecoats' version is still my favorite.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Highlights of Homecoming 2011!
Last night was AWESOME! Took lots of fun pictures with Toby, Tucker, Cara, Jeanmarie, and Charlie at my house then headed off to the dance...where Toby got in with his fourth grade ID cause he couldn't find any from high school. :P Got all our jawn checked in...and then I decided to walk on the wild side and eat some tomato pie (I wore a white dress). Then everyone invaded the gym, the marching band formed its usual cluster...and the dancing commenced! And when I say dancing, I mean legit dancing. No grinding or humping for us! Except for the occasional 'joke grind'...but that's like for two seconds and always with someone of the same sex. So all in all...good clean fun!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
I'm an English nerd
We read this short story today in my AP English class...it's insanely sad but SO incredibly brilliant! Oh my word I love literary analysis...haha!!!
"Birthday Party" by Katherine Brush
They were a couple in their late thirties, and they looked unmistakably married. They sat on the banquette opposite us in a little narrow restaurant, having dinner. The man had a round, self-satisfied face, with glasses on it; the woman was fadingly pretty, in a big hat.
There was nothing conspicuous about them, nothing particularly noticeable, until the end of their meal, when it suddenly became obvious that this was an Occasion—in fact, the husband’s birthday, and the wife had planned a little surprise for him.
It arrived, in the form of a small but glossy birthday cake, with one pink candle burning in the center. The headwaiter brought it in and placed it before the husband, and meanwhile the violin-and-piano orchestra played “Happy Birthday to You,” and the wife beamed with shy pride over her little surprise, and such few people as there were in the restaurant tried to help out with a pattering of applause. It became clear at once that help was needed, because the husband was not pleased. Instead, he was hotly embarrassed, and indignant at his wife for embarrassing him.
You looked at him and you saw this and you thought, “Oh, now, don’t be like that!” But he was like that, and as soon as the little cake had been deposited on the table, and the orchestra had finished the birthday piece, and the general attention had shifted from the man and the woman, I saw him say something to her under his breath—some punishing thing, quick and curt and unkind. I couldn’t bear to look at the woman then, so I stared at my plate and waited for quite a long time. Not long enough, though. She was still crying when I finally glanced over there again. Crying quietly and heartbrokenly and hopelessly, all to herself, under the gay big brim of her best hat.
"Birthday Party" by Katherine Brush
They were a couple in their late thirties, and they looked unmistakably married. They sat on the banquette opposite us in a little narrow restaurant, having dinner. The man had a round, self-satisfied face, with glasses on it; the woman was fadingly pretty, in a big hat.
There was nothing conspicuous about them, nothing particularly noticeable, until the end of their meal, when it suddenly became obvious that this was an Occasion—in fact, the husband’s birthday, and the wife had planned a little surprise for him.
It arrived, in the form of a small but glossy birthday cake, with one pink candle burning in the center. The headwaiter brought it in and placed it before the husband, and meanwhile the violin-and-piano orchestra played “Happy Birthday to You,” and the wife beamed with shy pride over her little surprise, and such few people as there were in the restaurant tried to help out with a pattering of applause. It became clear at once that help was needed, because the husband was not pleased. Instead, he was hotly embarrassed, and indignant at his wife for embarrassing him.
You looked at him and you saw this and you thought, “Oh, now, don’t be like that!” But he was like that, and as soon as the little cake had been deposited on the table, and the orchestra had finished the birthday piece, and the general attention had shifted from the man and the woman, I saw him say something to her under his breath—some punishing thing, quick and curt and unkind. I couldn’t bear to look at the woman then, so I stared at my plate and waited for quite a long time. Not long enough, though. She was still crying when I finally glanced over there again. Crying quietly and heartbrokenly and hopelessly, all to herself, under the gay big brim of her best hat.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Modernized Veggie Tales
Little kids' version: God is bigger than the boogey man. He's bigger than Godzilla or the monsters on TV, oh God is bigger than the boogey man...and He's watching over you and me.
Big kids' version: God is bigger than Satan. He's bigger than our sin and everything in the media that tells us we're not good enough, oh God is bigger than Satan...and He's watching over you and me.
God's awesome. :)
Big kids' version: God is bigger than Satan. He's bigger than our sin and everything in the media that tells us we're not good enough, oh God is bigger than Satan...and He's watching over you and me.
God's awesome. :)
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