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Name: Amanda
Birthday: 9/1/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Anything foreign. Food, music, language, color, climate, cars, government. Any of it. I also love Jesus a whole heck of a lot. And I enjoy engaging my mind. mmm. I also am interested in chocolate.
Expertise: having fun!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Manufacturing
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  des vertiges
Member Since:
9/13/2003
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| I am going to France.
I repeat: I am really going to France.
Would anyone be up for a farewell party if I threw one for myself?
and, P.S. this
and this:
and this:
..are why I want to be a mom. | | |
| Currently Reading: "Springs in the Valley" by Mrs. Chas E. Cowman, circa 1939, with gratitude to the North Park University Library booksale.
I love old books. Did I mention that I love old books? How they smell, how they look, what they tell you, the scribbles in the margin, imagining what the person who read this before you and the person who read it before him and before her imagined when they read those very same words. They are such a solid connection between the past and the present. Simultaneously dated and timeless.
Did I tell you that I like old books?
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| It's been an interesting day at North Park University. I left my 8 am class this morning thinking about Jesus' baptisim in the river Jordan in the midst of the arid Middle Eastern climate to witness - yes that's right - snow. Snow falling on the ground three days after I wore a skirt and tshirt outside. I couldn't help but think that it is NOT snowing in Niger right now. Needless to say I returned to my apartment and found refuge in hot cocoa and the warmth of my lofted mattress--and I found it very hard to stop "making love to my bed" as a new friend of mine is fond of saying in order to get up and go to work. But somehow I did it. I found the walk to the library oddly beautiful. The snow had melted while I was asleep and left an odd, rain-like wetness on everything. Except that the water is frigidly icy instead of warm and muddy like the puddles we jumped in last week. Outside the air is crisp and cold and the sun is bright, so much so that some people were wearing sunglasses. It's an odd combination, sunglasses and a winter coat. So all I really want to say is that I don't mind the cold crispness of the air, even though it sometimes hurts my lungs when I breathe. The beauty of the still-green grass and the colorful trees, the clear blue sky and swift river make for an odd contrast that I enjoy. Much more than snow (or even worse) gray slush. So in conclusion, God, I suppose you can send cold winds, even dust us with some powdery snow icing. Just don't make the slush last too long. | | |
| In avoiding papers and economic homework. A trial... attempt... to train? drain. brain drain. refrain. rain. rain. rain. refrain. and in French... Selfish... means pride de(day)-test- able A(Eh)-ble. Table. Fable. Faible? Feeble? Me. Less. More. ? | | |
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