“I have come to believe that by and large the human family all has the same secrets, which are both very telling and very important to tell. They are telling in the sense that they tell what is perhaps the central paradox of our condition - that what we hunger for perhaps more than anything else is to be known in our full humanness, and yet that is often just what we also fear more than anything else.” - Frederick Buechner
2.23.2007
2.16.2007
"I've got a heart full of rubber bands that keep getting caught on things..."
Well here we are.
My head is all over the place.
Maybe I should jsut leave it at that.
My head is all over the place.
Maybe I should jsut leave it at that.
2.05.2007
Does anyone have any mace to spare?
A story for you, dear blog reader:
So last night I started feeling tired rather early on in the evening, so I got into bed around 11 and actually fell asleep without having to take any sleep medication. This was rather exciting as it's the first time in a very long time that this has happened. So there I was, in my unmedicated slumber when suddenly I was jerked awake by the sound of my doorbell being rung several times in a row. I looked at the clock and it was past 11:30 at this point, so I hadn't been asleep long. I figured it was Emily and that perhaps she was locked out or something. So I roll out of bed, yell "I'm coming! I'm coming," run into the living room turn the lights on, and then (thank goodness) used enough common sense to look through the blinds before opening the door. There to my suprise stood a strange scruffy man with a hat on staring at me smiling.
And there I stood, in my pj's, home alone, half asleep and about to pee my pants.
So I quickly closed the blinds and tried to pretend that there was someone else in the house with me by calling out for "jack" to come to the door. (don't ask me where "jack" came from... my subconscience must be ready for LOST) Then I went in my room and sat crouched in the corner away from view of the windows, hoping that the strange man would soon leave once nobody returned to the door.
But I hoped in vain!
He continued to ring the doorbell for half an hour.
And I sat in my corner freaking out, because by now it had to be obvious to the man that I was still inside and I was alone. And let's face it, if he really wanted to come in all he had to do was bash in the glass, and by this time I was afraid he was going to try it.
So he rang every few minutes and I fished out my cell phone in the dark and turned the sound off and started texting friends to see where Emily was and if she would be driving home soon.
This went on for a while until finally he left.
And then I felt really guilty because he was probably just cold and hungry, or lost, or needed to use the phone, or needed cash or something like that. And I guess I could have spoken to him through the door, but I dunno he just took me off gaurd when I first saw him and it really creeped me out. And I had no idea who it was. And who goes knocking on strangers doors at midnight?
Oh well, at least I went to the door.
Hopefully he figured I was scared of him (and not that I am some witchy woman) and then went to another house.
Needless to say, I missed out on the sleep I was hoping for.
=(
Course, thinking back on it now it all seems very silly. For all I know he could be my neighbor or something.. I don't know.
Sigh, maybe this can serve as the excuse Emily and I need to get a dog.
Moral of the story: Danica is a weenie!
So last night I started feeling tired rather early on in the evening, so I got into bed around 11 and actually fell asleep without having to take any sleep medication. This was rather exciting as it's the first time in a very long time that this has happened. So there I was, in my unmedicated slumber when suddenly I was jerked awake by the sound of my doorbell being rung several times in a row. I looked at the clock and it was past 11:30 at this point, so I hadn't been asleep long. I figured it was Emily and that perhaps she was locked out or something. So I roll out of bed, yell "I'm coming! I'm coming," run into the living room turn the lights on, and then (thank goodness) used enough common sense to look through the blinds before opening the door. There to my suprise stood a strange scruffy man with a hat on staring at me smiling.
And there I stood, in my pj's, home alone, half asleep and about to pee my pants.
So I quickly closed the blinds and tried to pretend that there was someone else in the house with me by calling out for "jack" to come to the door. (don't ask me where "jack" came from... my subconscience must be ready for LOST) Then I went in my room and sat crouched in the corner away from view of the windows, hoping that the strange man would soon leave once nobody returned to the door.
But I hoped in vain!
He continued to ring the doorbell for half an hour.
And I sat in my corner freaking out, because by now it had to be obvious to the man that I was still inside and I was alone. And let's face it, if he really wanted to come in all he had to do was bash in the glass, and by this time I was afraid he was going to try it.
So he rang every few minutes and I fished out my cell phone in the dark and turned the sound off and started texting friends to see where Emily was and if she would be driving home soon.
This went on for a while until finally he left.
And then I felt really guilty because he was probably just cold and hungry, or lost, or needed to use the phone, or needed cash or something like that. And I guess I could have spoken to him through the door, but I dunno he just took me off gaurd when I first saw him and it really creeped me out. And I had no idea who it was. And who goes knocking on strangers doors at midnight?
Oh well, at least I went to the door.
Hopefully he figured I was scared of him (and not that I am some witchy woman) and then went to another house.
Needless to say, I missed out on the sleep I was hoping for.
=(
Course, thinking back on it now it all seems very silly. For all I know he could be my neighbor or something.. I don't know.
Sigh, maybe this can serve as the excuse Emily and I need to get a dog.
Moral of the story: Danica is a weenie!
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