Turning into something beautiful
You know, you know I love you so
You know I love you so
Time for some memes. Today I spent time with Chantal, went shopping (rather successfully) at Wal-Mart because I was getting a photo printed, and did other rather random things and talked with people. Saw Roberta and Ricki and talked to Shelley and Paul and Drew online. It was a good day overall, though interspersed with some interesting moods.
Read this excellent post by blergeatkitty on Compliments, then follow the instructions.
1. You comment. (You need not volunteer a compliment to receive one.)
2. I tell you something nice about you.
3. You have to take it graciously. None of this "aw, shucks, that's not me" or "if you think that, I must hide it well" business.
4. If you see someone you know asking for a compliment, feel free to reply to their comment and give them an extra one.
5. Feel good.
From virginia_belle - the Associations Meme. The lovely lady associates these things with me and would like to see me write about them. If you'd like, ask me and I'll give you 5 or so things I associate with you.
My blog is newsong, and one of the reasons that I chose that name was because I am a very musical person. I actually switched to this blog name on entry to University where I was going for a music degree. Lyrics to my music are very meaningful to me, and nobody should be surprised if whatever lyrics I've used on a given day are an apt and often cryptic reference to how I feel or what is happening to me. For example, today I was talking to a friend about love, and my favourite love song came on the radio, and that is the song that I headed this entry with. If stuff is going on that I don't want to blog publicly about, I'll probably reference it in lyrics and write a private post about it just for me. But you always get a taste through whatever music was apt that day. I started doing this in almost every post around 2007.
I'm still not entirely sure how I got into this. But I know that I love it, and for some strange reason I belong. I guess it's the electicist in me. I have always loved art because it's the one useless life skill that isn't even a little bit useless, but rather it can be universal. Also, it helps me deal with the darkness of life.
I have spent a lot of time at camps of various kinds. I had entire summers where nary a week went by that I wasn't in some kind of summer camp. I don't remember which summer it was, but I was in a basketball camp and several space/robotics camps and a veritable plethora of other stuff. Then last summer was kind of like camping. I like camp and camps and campus and campy people (sometimes) and all sorts of other camp-related items.
I never really think of myself as a Canadian. It's strange for me when other people do, like on the Israel trip or on the internet. My personal idea of identity is not even remotely connected to the country in which I live, which is not a norm in most other countries. I really love Canada though, for a lot of reasons. I love the cities and the chances of meeting new people. It's a great place to live.
If I traveled back in time and talked to myself and gave a general rundown of the exact status of my life today including that my foremost hobby is ballroom dancing, my old self would have arched an eyebrow and started laughing. Now I can't imagine life without it. It makes me feel graceful and physically sexy, which is a rare feeling for a chub like me. I am actually pretty good at it and I know this from the reports of others. I love everything about it, and it has taught me a lot about myself and my own femininity and life.
Finally had the time to deal with the memes. Steal at will! =)
Tomorrow I celebrate Good Friday privately with a friend in the morning. A very blessed Good Friday to all of you.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?