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Happy birthday, John Wesley!

I don't know what you'd think of the Internet or all us crazy folk who have invited ourselves to your Holy Club, but we think you're swell.

                                                             John Wesley, we hold you in high regard! Way to go!      John Wesley, we hold you in high regard! Way to go!      John Wesley, we hold you in high regard! Way to go!

Mr. Wainwright wished for me to notify you that he will be incommunicado via LJ until such time as he gets himself out of the Internetforsaken hovel that is Macon. He further wishes to add that his cell phone is a good way to reach him, and even gets reception most of the time.

Thank you.

Current Mood: rushedpompous

I got THE JOB. Starting 7/1 or thereabouts. Woo!

Current Mood: relaxedemployed

Happy birthday to this journal. 5 years. Yes, everyone go back to May of 2001 and check out my hello crazy teenage angstiness. ::snickers at self::

eta Actually, save yourself the trouble; I'm pretty sure this was the first thing I wrote that was actually worth reading. That entry has stuck with me for four and a half years, and I don't know how I did it, but what I said before I knew anything -- it was absolutely true.

From Dithie

Ever through the changing
Of sun and shadow, time and space,
I will walk beside my love
In a green and quiet place.
Proof against the forms of fear
No distress shall alter me
I will walk beside my dear
Clad in love's bright heraldry.

Sound the battle's loud alarms
Any foe I shall withstand
In the circle of his arms
I am safe in Beulah Land.
Passion fades when joy is spent;
Lust is lure for gold and crime.
Beauty's kiss is transient -
Love alone is fixed in time.
Death cannot divide my love;
All we sealed with living vows.
Warm I'll sleep beside my love
In a cold and narrow house.

Never shall the mourning dove
Weep for us with accents wild;
I will walk beside my love
Who is husband, father, child.
As our earthly eyes grow dim
Let the ancient song be sung:
I will change along with him
So that both are ever young,
ever young.

This is the last aria from the opera (Ballad of Baby Doe). It's nowhere to be found online in its entirety, so I thought I'd post it here. It's not the same without the actual music, but I like the words too.

YOU NEED TO READ THIS. Or at least, I do.

From http://www.heiyou.com/tribe/148/163104.shtml.

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tonight's hysterical discussion:

"You want us to set a trap for croissanwiches? ... But ice cream doesn't have bones! ... The wheel just came off my jetski! ... "
" ... EAT A. D. D. PILLS!!"

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Todd, Tyler and Aaron just finished hanging drapes from the windows of the tower... it looks quite classy, and the symbolism gives me little chills.

Prof - I'll miss you, even never really having known you. Thank you for - well, everything.

Now to go finish a few things, to think and live and let life go on.

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