Yesterday mom and I went care shopping and I got a 2007 Silver Chevy Cobalt. It’s really cool and I love it. Plus it gets 25/35mpg. YAY. So I now have a car and can go see Rial and stuff. Here’s a picture!
I just realized I did not post my newest poem on my website. How lame of me.
Last night I slept in Tibet.
And saw flags on the mountain side.
The hope for all humanity in the hands of the people.
Bowed in prayer they cease the pain of this world.
Their songs soar through the air carried to all corners of Earth
May someone hear their cries.
Last night I slept with the souls of Burma.
In a shallow pitch black hole we slept.
In our spiritual nudity we embraced and our souls lifted in praise.
the blood stained robes of monks and nuns stayed in the hole,
and their pure souls were released.
Last night I slept in Beijing.
The whole world gathered to witness history.
Broken promises, broken people.
Oppression is their solution.
Bloody robes and bloody nuns,
government killing all who oppose.
Their screams of freedom cannot be heard through the sheet of their oppressors.
Last night they slept in me.
The songs, sorrows, and screams.
In my head they echo, and show their bloody hands and feet.
They comfort me in knowing that this world is transient
Kings to ants and so on.
While this pain is much, it will not last.
Soon their souls will leave their soiled tunics and broken bodies,
and rise to a new world of peace.
It has come to my attention that I have not posted in several months. I guess I’ll make another post before I head to work in an hour. Lets see. Since February, not a whole heck of a lot has gone on, thus why I have not been posting. Plus I’ve been twittering, so I haven’t felt like typing out a long post. Either way, here it is:
In March I didn’t really do much, midterms.
In April Rial and I celebrated 3 years. Woo. We went to 2. Urban Licks. Our fav.
In May I finished with my 2nd year at GSU and the now it’s June.
I’m back at home for the summer at Fortson 4-H Center working for my mom over the sumer in the dining hall. It’s a whole lot different than the summers of being a counselor that I am used to. But heh, I get more hours and more money. I work from about 6am until 7pm every day with very little breaks in between. It will be a little different now that summer camp has begun; I will have a much more regulated schedule.
Hmmm. Today I woke up late and learned “Anyone else but you” by the Moldy Peaches on guitar. I really love that I liked the Moldy Peaches and Kimya Dawson 2 years ago and that now they’re semi-popular in the indie world thanks to Juno. dun du dun TRENDSETTER. <round of applause />
Then I walked the dog and took a shower and here I sit.
I hope my summer course is online soon, seeing as though it starts in…. 5 days?
I’m stressed about school, housing and the like.
Follow me on twitter. @thatmollygirl (seems to be a trend in my life)
Much love and hugs,
and The Commodores came on. awesome. So I’m listening to that. I had my POLS midterm today, and it was decent, then I went to sociology (SHOCKER I KNOW!) and found out, for never going to class I’m making a 94 in that class. Literally, I don’t go to that class. I only went today because we have a project we’re doing Wednesday. HA. So then I came home and wrote a French essay, I know, loads of fun, you wish you were writing a French essay, too. But you’re not, so I know you’re jealous. Then I logged onto World of Warcraft, only to find that the guild I co-created has an astounding 125 members, and that we pretty much kick booty.
My expedition into the way of Sir Buddha is going decently. My jealousy has eased a bit. My meditation ability is not so good. It would help if I could even sit still for 5 minutes at a time. But it takes practice. ***NOTE: Destiny’s Child- Bills, Bills, Bills just came on*** Just thought I’d update readers on my music selection while I post. Hm. Then I decided not to write a 3-4 page paper. That was an exciting event. mmm Pearl Jam- Love, Reign O’er Me just came on. I love this song.
Let’s see. Oh my anger has let up a bit since I’ve been thinking through things. And I’m trying to ease up on my material and physical desires. But that’s a hard one. lol.
I started reading a book. The Oxygen Man. It’s about a man that checks the oxygen levels in fish ponds at night. I know what you’re thinking… I wonder what kind of excitement could possibly ensue from a book with a title with that must zest and effervescence. Yeah, I’m having trouble answering that one. I’m quite a sarcastic little sprite tonight. I almost wrote another poem today. But then inspiration left me. But I found a good quote…
Even offering three hundred bowls of food three times a day does not match the spiritual merit gained in one moment of love. -Nagarjuna
So I feel like poop, but at the same time, I feel light and somewhat cheery. I want to make more friends. I have so much more love to give. Snow Patrol closes out this post with “You’re All I Have.”
And then Glosoli, it occured to me.
I cannot be what I am not.
I cannot leave alone my true heart,
It seems I really have forgot,
the very simple, little part,
of life so dull and so mundane
I hear your song and then I see
and as I listen once again,
I remember what it’s like to be.
Truly happy, and what it takes,
Be myself and do what I like,
Forgive other people’s mistakes,
Begin to love, begin to like
the song that comes from within
Hopipola, through the rain
take a moment and then begin
I have come to yet another point in my life where I have ceased being happy. While listening to the only music that truly makes sense to me, odd enough it’s not English, I remembered what it takes to truly be happy in this world.
Being myself, not caring what people think, loving EVERYONE, true friendship, not judging anyone, forgiving all, not living each day in a way that makes them drag on forever, NOT using an umbrella, jumping in puddles, smelling the rain, waking up, drifting off to sleep, daydreaming, studying, reading, being with the people you love, and love you in return, not for any reason or as a stepping stool on which to reach higher social status, being one with your self and the earth, loving your god no matter who it is, the warm smell of laundry, and the soft touch of an admiring hand, a mother’s hug, a mother truly getting exactly what she’s always deserved, even if it takes away from your time with her, and even if it IS 15 years late, awaiting the day that will make it all worth while.
If you have not discovered this happiness, I encourage you to check out Sigur Ros and the videos they have made.