April 25th, 2003

alone on a swing

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RL has been kicking my ass the last few days. Paper/poster evil. Evil evil. Haven't caught up on back Friends posts yet. Will try to soon. Have (almost) caught up on GoR. Eep. Am chatting right now instead of studying. Bad me.

Erm. Today, in Creativity, I was called a hardcore Gangsta Bitch. Cause I have a tattoo on my neck. Like, I'm fucking hardcore! And then I had to make a comment on a piece of art I drew, and I wrote something like "I spilled all my color onto the canvas, leaving my soul dark and barren" and whoa, was that a Goth moment or what!?

And, like, I was going to link to stuff in this post and put in a quiz or two, but my brain is mush, therefore I shan't.

(Whoops, almost posted this in the wrong journal. Hehe, it may be time to go to sleep...)
alone on a swing

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*ahem* points

And wow, minkboylove sure is articulate. Look at this! Why can't I write like that? *envies*

I was awake until 4am last night (morning?) chatting with the Insane Ones. Fun chatting. Not so fun waking up ten minutes after I was supposed to LEAVE for school, rushing to school on, like, three hours of sleep, and trying to stay awake though test and lecture. Fortunately, test was non-manifesting and last class was cancelled, so I came home early and caught a nap. My eyes still burn like fiery embers, though.

Still not yet caught up on Friends entries for the last week. *sighs*


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alone on a swing

Peace be upon you

My dear brothers and sisters, I am overjoyed. I have found a peace in my soul such as I have never felt before. My life is renewed and I am reborn.

I was just drifting off to sleep, trying to catch up a bit on the rest I lost last night when suddenly my room was filled with a warm white light. Startled, I sat bolt upright in bed and tried to discern the source of the illumination. My lamp was off and my shades drawn tightly shut...it was no light of this world. No, it was coming from the brilliant figure standing near my computer. It...no, unmistakably he, spoke to me in a voice that seemed to be a glory of trumpets and bells. His words filled my heart with such rapture that I began to shake.

He was an angel, he told me. Sent from God above to bring me a message of great joy. I have never been deeply religious and was having a great deal of trouble believing that any being sent by God was actually standing in my room calmly informing me that I had a call to holiness and a place in God's plan. Nevertheless, it seemed to be true.

I am being called. My Lord and my God has told me that I belong to him. Therefore, it is my serious intention to devote my life to one of comtemplative prayer and adoration so that I might better serve Him. I believe I have found my place with my sisters and I will be calling them first thing in the morning...after Mass.

[this journal hacked by silensy none of this is true]
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