Okay...So I know I just posted an update on Willoughby yesterday, but today, I received some startling news...I know that I used to talk about him all the time, but I had no idea that he's always talking about moi! This bothers me because I had no idea he liked me so much, but according to a friend, he really does...My name comes up all the time, and he only hangs out with the group so he can be around me... I don't like how this is shaping up, because although I once cared about him very much, I'm not interested anymore...but he (apparently) still is, and I don't want to hurt him (even if he's hurting me). Right now, I'm just scared as to what could happen next.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Mr. T
Yesterday, as I was leaving the dorm, I saw a guy (I assume he was a student because of the backpack and books) who looked EXACTLY like Mr. T! I had to do a double-take like three times, but he looked JUST like him! It was so cool! Now, I'm just trying to find him again. This is depressing, because it seems like he randomly appeared once, and I'll never see him again (or be able to point him out to my friends, who think that I like Mr. T a bit too much; I don't think they believe that I saw him). He was wearing a hat, so I couldn't see if he had the mohawk, but apart from that, he WAS Mr. T! He even had the beard! :D 

I pity the fool!
Monday, March 8, 2010
My Dr. Jekyll vs. Willoughby's Mr. Hyde (The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde)
Today, I find myself so frustrated and upset...I saw Willoughby again, and the two of us had ample time to talk. I wanted to run away so many times...or to puke, I'm not really sure which. He was being so cruel! It frustrates me, because I don't know what happened. He never used to be like this.
The past month or so, I had been spending all my time with him, and the two of us were picking up on each others tendencies so much so that you could almost make us interchangeable at times. The Roomie has mentioned several occasions when I said things JUST like he does, with the same words, tone, and even same VOICE. In a sense, we were almost becoming one. Then, there came a point where we started to become very different people again. For me, it was a Jekyll and Hyde experience. Not just that he was displaying a complete transformation, but also, someone (or something) had separated us...I was Dr. Jekyll and he became Mr. Hyde.
I feel as though a lot of this is my fault. I mean, I was the one who fostered such a relationship with Willoughby, and I let him continue to act this way for so long. Like Dr. Jekyll, I turned a blind eye to my counterpart (in a sense, as Willoughby is NOT me). Now, I am determined to let it go. There is nothing I can do; he has to figure it out on his own. As Dr. Jekyll says,
"I swear to God I will never set eyes on him again. I bind my honour to you that I am done with him in this world. It is all at an end. And indeed he does not want my help; you do not know him as I do; he is safe, he is quite safe; mark my words, he will never more be heard of."
~Robert Louis Stevenson (The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde)
Now, all I can do is pray for strength.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Weekly Wodehouse #1
Friday, March 5, 2010
Prayer
I was going through my emails today, and I got one from my Dad that really made me stop and think...This prayer was given in Kansas as an opening to the Senate. The speaker was Minister Joe Wright. People are so appalled by prayer in our world today, or, if they are not, they're too scared to speak up. That's why I want to post this prayer. Because we need to state that we are not afraid of or embarrassed by prayer.
Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask
your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance.
We know Your Word says, "Woe to those who call evil
good," but that is exactly what we have done.
We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.
We have exploited the poor and called it
the lottery.
We have rewarded laziness and called it
welfare...
We have killed our unborn and called it
choice.
We have shot abortionists and called it
justifiable.
We have neglected to discipline our children
and have called it buildings self-esteem...
We have abused power and called it
politics.
We have coveted our neighbor's possessions
and called it ambition.
We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography
and called it freedom of expression.
We have ridiculed the time-honored values
of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.
Search us, Oh, God, and know our hearts today;
cleanse us from every sin and set us free.
Amen!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Sick and Searching for English Translations
Being sick for the past three days, I've had plenty of time to sit around and reflect on literature (can't say I'm complaining, but I wish the sore throat would go away...) But, I can't seem to be able to keep my attention on ONE book, or even TWO books...I've been jumping back and forth between no less than FIVE! D: And, to be honest, I'm a little tired of it...I really just want to be able to settle down and enjoy one piece of literature, and one only! Does anyone have a recommendation for me? *hopeful expression on face* Also, does anyone know if there is an English translation of either Voyage au bout de la Nuit by Céline, or Les Fleurs du Mal by Baudelaire? A French friend recommended both to me, and since I can't speak or read French to save my life, I have no hope of reading two wonderful literary works, and it greatly saddens me... :'( Please be merciful on a pitiful English Major with no hope of learning a foreign language!
Monday, March 1, 2010
I'm Sick :(
Bleah...I'm sick today :( I'm not sure exactly WHAT it is, but I'm sure that its some string of the flu...When a normally descent sleeper wakes up HOURS before she's required to, and can barely get herself out of bed because of the shivers and weakness, then you can safely assume that she is sick.
Being sick is not totally bad, I guess...You get to have people dote on you for a while, and bring you Gatorade, dry cereal, and crackers, which is always a plus, but today, I'm more of less doctoring myself, and while I feel I am doing a fairly descent job, I still kinda wish I had someone to bring me snacks and juice and make me feel better. They say college is a time of maturity, but if you ask me, you're never to old to have someone take care of you.
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