i made a panoramic image of my room. so now you know where i spend. well. basically all of my time when i'm not in class.
you can click on it to make it bigger. and the bigger your browser window, the bigger it gets.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
So Tyler and I were talking about how we like North Carolina.
And how we'll live there forever and forbid each other in our circle of friends to move.
And how we'll force all our our kids to be friends.
and then. I had a vision. A vision of all of us living side-by-side, back-to-back. and having...
So. I did what any normal person would do. I made a picture of it in MS Paint.
(Click image to enlarge.)
And how we'll live there forever and forbid each other in our circle of friends to move.
And how we'll force all our our kids to be friends.
and then. I had a vision. A vision of all of us living side-by-side, back-to-back. and having...
ONE. GINOURMOUS. BACK. YARD.
So. I did what any normal person would do. I made a picture of it in MS Paint.
(Click image to enlarge.)
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
everytime i think i'm being all grown-up and mature and whatnot, I catch myself doing something like the following:
I've been avoiding doing dishes lately, for whatever reason, and after this morning's french-toast making adventure, there was a fairly good stack of precariously placed dishes in my sink. But, as it turns out, they were stacked in such a way to make a pretty good fountain. Made a few modifications, and probably spent like five or ten minutes playing with my "fountain." Oh. But i forgot to mention the egg-shell boats I had floating around as well.
see for yourself.
i have the amusement level of an eight-year old.
I've been avoiding doing dishes lately, for whatever reason, and after this morning's french-toast making adventure, there was a fairly good stack of precariously placed dishes in my sink. But, as it turns out, they were stacked in such a way to make a pretty good fountain. Made a few modifications, and probably spent like five or ten minutes playing with my "fountain." Oh. But i forgot to mention the egg-shell boats I had floating around as well.
see for yourself.
i have the amusement level of an eight-year old.
Monday, September 26, 2005
 | You scored as Martin Luther. The daddy of the Reformation. You are opposed to any Catholic ideas of works-salvation and see the scriptures as being primarily authoritative.
Which theologian are you? take the quiz and leave a comment telling me who you are! |
Sunday, September 25, 2005
i could tell you about my weekend, but it was embarrassingly boring, so i'd rather not talk about it.
Reading Dom's blog however, found this link to a website that would give you the meaning of your name, adn some attributes people with that name might idealistically have.
so here is me:
and then I started looking up some of my friends and family. Here is Christie:
My, my. How. Familiar. Every other name I tried I got something totally different. I just thought it was pretty awesome that we got the same thing. Since we basically share a brain anyways. Dominique didn't like hers, but i tried some and thought I got some pretty accurate descriptions (Christie, Danielle, James, Andrew, Will, Kat...) Though some really didn't fit.
I was humored. Humor yourself: http://www.bostonuk.com/names/
Reading Dom's blog however, found this link to a website that would give you the meaning of your name, adn some attributes people with that name might idealistically have.
so here is me:
Meredith
Protector from the sea : Welsh| Your charming, witty and vibrant personality ensures your popularity and usually places you at the centre of activities. You also have a determined will and capacity for leadership which often places you in positions of authority. Your generous, humanitarian and idealistic nature gives you a desire to work towards goals which will be of benefit to everyone. Material and emotional success are a natural result of your endeavours. |
and then I started looking up some of my friends and family. Here is Christie:
Christie
Bearing Christ : Greek| Your charming, witty and vibrant personality ensures your popularity and usually places you at the centre of activities. You also have a determined will and capacity for leadership which often places you in positions of authority. Your generous, humanitarian and idealistic nature gives you a desire to work towards goals which will be of benefit to everyone. Material and emotional success are a natural result of your endeavours. |
My, my. How. Familiar. Every other name I tried I got something totally different. I just thought it was pretty awesome that we got the same thing. Since we basically share a brain anyways. Dominique didn't like hers, but i tried some and thought I got some pretty accurate descriptions (Christie, Danielle, James, Andrew, Will, Kat...) Though some really didn't fit.
I was humored. Humor yourself: http://www.bostonuk.com/names/
Thursday, September 22, 2005
All my art therapy classes take place in the same room. I made a diagram for you guys. 1) because i was bored 2) because i KNOW you want a mental image of where i am for eight hours on Tuesdays and 3) Because it's sort of relevant to the story I'm going to tell. Without further ado, the diagram:
The red dot is me. The black dot is everyone else and the U shaped thing are tables. The black squares are closets full of art supplies, and the brown rectanges are various tables, shelves and storage. The brown square is a podium and the light blue rectange is a sink. Most importantly, the dark blue square is the AIR CONDITIONER.
So. My professor comes up to chat with me and the girl next to me (Corrinne, if it matters) and points out how our hair, papers, etc are falling victim to the A.C. unit directly behind us. I however, admit that i really like sitting in front of the airconditioner. I bring my sweater, hoodie, etc and vie for a spot. Partially because its in the back and i can see everything, and two, because of the aforementioned coveted airconditioner. (Coveted for me at least, some people hate it.) So, after mentioning that i like it, and also happening to mention that I have a fan that blows on my at my desk/bed in my room, Anne (my professor) askes if I've ever heard of 'haptic people,' because I might be one. I hadn't, and assume you haven't, so here we go:
hap·tic ( 'hap-tik )
adjective
1: realting to or based on the sense of touch (the haptic mode of perception)
2: characterized by a predilection for the sense of touch (a haptic person)
Earlier in the class, we had been discussing relaxation techniques. I mentioned that when i was stressed, I'll shower and pay close attention to the water so everything else just kind of tunes out. It really works, for me anyways.
So, between the shower comment and the airconditioning comment, she pointed out that I might just be a haptic person.
Which really explains a lot. The fact that I really can't sleep without a fan. Or sit in a car without some sort of air movement. Why I like hugs so much. And touch people when I talk. Or why when I was little I abhored clothes that were itchy or otherwise uncomfortable.
I'M NOT A FREAK! THESE PEOPLE EXIST! THE DICTIONARY SAYS SO!
And that was the revelation uncovered on Tuesday. Thought I'd share.
-meredith*
The red dot is me. The black dot is everyone else and the U shaped thing are tables. The black squares are closets full of art supplies, and the brown rectanges are various tables, shelves and storage. The brown square is a podium and the light blue rectange is a sink. Most importantly, the dark blue square is the AIR CONDITIONER.So. My professor comes up to chat with me and the girl next to me (Corrinne, if it matters) and points out how our hair, papers, etc are falling victim to the A.C. unit directly behind us. I however, admit that i really like sitting in front of the airconditioner. I bring my sweater, hoodie, etc and vie for a spot. Partially because its in the back and i can see everything, and two, because of the aforementioned coveted airconditioner. (Coveted for me at least, some people hate it.) So, after mentioning that i like it, and also happening to mention that I have a fan that blows on my at my desk/bed in my room, Anne (my professor) askes if I've ever heard of 'haptic people,' because I might be one. I hadn't, and assume you haven't, so here we go:
hap·tic ( 'hap-tik )
adjective
1: realting to or based on the sense of touch (the haptic mode of perception)
2: characterized by a predilection for the sense of touch (a haptic person)
Earlier in the class, we had been discussing relaxation techniques. I mentioned that when i was stressed, I'll shower and pay close attention to the water so everything else just kind of tunes out. It really works, for me anyways.
So, between the shower comment and the airconditioning comment, she pointed out that I might just be a haptic person.
Which really explains a lot. The fact that I really can't sleep without a fan. Or sit in a car without some sort of air movement. Why I like hugs so much. And touch people when I talk. Or why when I was little I abhored clothes that were itchy or otherwise uncomfortable.
I'M NOT A FREAK! THESE PEOPLE EXIST! THE DICTIONARY SAYS SO!
And that was the revelation uncovered on Tuesday. Thought I'd share.
-meredith*
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Was scattered through Romans this morning, and came upon this:
"We who are strong have an obligation to bear with the failings of the weak, and not to please ourselves. Let each of us please his neighbor for his good, to build him up. For Christ did not please himself, but as it is written, "The reproaches of those who reproached you fell on me." For whatever was written in former days was written for our instruction, that through endurance and through the encouragement of the Scriptures, we might have hope."
-Romans 15: 1-4
And it seemed really relevant to stuff happening this week. But before I really could think about it, my mind made me think of my friend Becky. For those of you that don't know the fair Miss. Brewer (I shall continue to use this name until December), its really unfortunate. I could talk about how wonderful she is, and the amazing things she's been doing in Argentina. But mostly I wish you knew the kind of heart Becky has, and how, so often I wish I thought about people the same way she does. And how, a few years ago I really needed a push in the right direction she was there, loving me enough to help me through it and helping me too see my own error. And that's just amazing.
I think its interesting that when I reading scripture at first, I felt like I could put myself in the position of the strong... but then, not of my own volition, I was reminded that I was once the weak. Oh perspective.
reproach is an interesting word.
re·proach
tr.v. re·proached, re·proach·ing, re·proach·es
and then i included the last verse. well. because i like that the Bible affirms itself.
and that's all I have this morning. -mere*
"We who are strong have an obligation to bear with the failings of the weak, and not to please ourselves. Let each of us please his neighbor for his good, to build him up. For Christ did not please himself, but as it is written, "The reproaches of those who reproached you fell on me." For whatever was written in former days was written for our instruction, that through endurance and through the encouragement of the Scriptures, we might have hope."
-Romans 15: 1-4
And it seemed really relevant to stuff happening this week. But before I really could think about it, my mind made me think of my friend Becky. For those of you that don't know the fair Miss. Brewer (I shall continue to use this name until December), its really unfortunate. I could talk about how wonderful she is, and the amazing things she's been doing in Argentina. But mostly I wish you knew the kind of heart Becky has, and how, so often I wish I thought about people the same way she does. And how, a few years ago I really needed a push in the right direction she was there, loving me enough to help me through it and helping me too see my own error. And that's just amazing.
I think its interesting that when I reading scripture at first, I felt like I could put myself in the position of the strong... but then, not of my own volition, I was reminded that I was once the weak. Oh perspective.
reproach is an interesting word.
re·proach
tr.v. re·proached, re·proach·ing, re·proach·es
- To express disapproval of, criticism of, or disappointment in (someone).
- To bring shame upon; disgrace.
and then i included the last verse. well. because i like that the Bible affirms itself.
and that's all I have this morning. -mere*
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
my sister sent this to me:
"contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. it's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the ones they love. it's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough."
apparently, it's been an 'i miss meredith' day in North Carolina. I shan't complain ;)
in other news, it seems i'd forgotten how bad i am at academia when i applied to grad school. oops. Just realized yesterday that I can say "I'm working on my Masters." Doesn't that sound fancy?
i want to take piano lessons.
my dad sent me a very unintentionally funny email about shootings and touring D.C. then told me i should start at the public library.... (Dad, if you read this, I'll do the touring thing, but only so much is free. If you want me to see the Holocaust museum, send me money. ;) )
Did you know it costs $1.25 to do a load of laundry? And that's just washing. Drying is another $1.25. I'm cost effective though and just let one load dry half the time and let it air dry the rest so I can use the dryer twice for my dolla-twenny-five.
I made a thing for Ben's website. Not because I necessarily always agree with Ben, but, i get bored easily.
ME: http://www.geocities.com/whooo1313/global.html
Christie: nice graft nerd
ME: its a GRAPH. nerd.
I love it when people try to make fun of me and it totally backfires. (Love you Christie!)
very random post. sorry. it happens.
-meredith*
"contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. it's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the ones they love. it's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough."
apparently, it's been an 'i miss meredith' day in North Carolina. I shan't complain ;)
in other news, it seems i'd forgotten how bad i am at academia when i applied to grad school. oops. Just realized yesterday that I can say "I'm working on my Masters." Doesn't that sound fancy?
i want to take piano lessons.
my dad sent me a very unintentionally funny email about shootings and touring D.C. then told me i should start at the public library.... (Dad, if you read this, I'll do the touring thing, but only so much is free. If you want me to see the Holocaust museum, send me money. ;) )
Did you know it costs $1.25 to do a load of laundry? And that's just washing. Drying is another $1.25. I'm cost effective though and just let one load dry half the time and let it air dry the rest so I can use the dryer twice for my dolla-twenny-five.
I made a thing for Ben's website. Not because I necessarily always agree with Ben, but, i get bored easily.
ME: http://www.geocities.com/whooo1313/global.html
Christie: nice graft nerd
ME: its a GRAPH. nerd.
I love it when people try to make fun of me and it totally backfires. (Love you Christie!)
very random post. sorry. it happens.
-meredith*
Sunday, September 18, 2005
after two rather regrettable, unproductive days... church was great. people. food (of both the spiritual and physical variety). amazing, pretty-much-need-to-listen-to-it-again type sermon.
one of the associate pastors at CapBab (the affectionate name for Capitol Hill Baptist Church) actually graduated from NC State and lived in Raleigh for 12 years. I get really excited about anyone from Raleigh. Actually, I get really exicited when i meet anyone from the South. Even More excited when they're from North Carolina. And basically have a very strong urge to hug anyone from Raleigh, that i usually manage to hold back.
I don't think i'm wierd though, since no one is actually FROM D.C. everyone seems to really like talking about where they're from, ESPECIALLY Southerners. And Texans. Who think of it as being the south, but its really not. Sorry Texas.
I found a dollar walking back from the metro stop to the Aston. (Christie: "you saw a walking dollar?!!!!!!" ....I found a dollar on the ground while i was walking. ugh.) I like only finding a dollar, because then i don't really feel as bad that someone else lost it. Anything really more than a dollar people might really miss, you know?
The littlest things seem to make me happy these days, just because I don't really have anything else. I had this dream that i was walking through ankle deep water. It didn't really effect me that much, it didn't make it that much harder to walk, it was just... annoying. And that's basically how I feel as of late. I mean, I'm definitely not struggling through waist deep water, and for sure not up to my neck straining for breath... but in a way I'd almost rather be in that situation. I'm used to fighting and struggling, I'm just not used to being, content. Or just 'ok'. This summer was so much fun, and I was really really really just... happy. The skipping and dancing on dry land in the metaphor. So just hanging out, without really the heights or the depths, is so... boring. And I know I shouldn't be complaining, because there's really nothing to complain about, just water lapping at my ankles reminding me there is something better.
from the Screwtape Letters: "Now it may surprize you to learn that in His efforts to get permanent possession of the soul, He relies on the troughs even more than the peaks; some of His special favourites have gone through longer and deeper troughs than anyone else."
-CS Lewis
one of the associate pastors at CapBab (the affectionate name for Capitol Hill Baptist Church) actually graduated from NC State and lived in Raleigh for 12 years. I get really excited about anyone from Raleigh. Actually, I get really exicited when i meet anyone from the South. Even More excited when they're from North Carolina. And basically have a very strong urge to hug anyone from Raleigh, that i usually manage to hold back.
I don't think i'm wierd though, since no one is actually FROM D.C. everyone seems to really like talking about where they're from, ESPECIALLY Southerners. And Texans. Who think of it as being the south, but its really not. Sorry Texas.
I found a dollar walking back from the metro stop to the Aston. (Christie: "you saw a walking dollar?!!!!!!" ....I found a dollar on the ground while i was walking. ugh.) I like only finding a dollar, because then i don't really feel as bad that someone else lost it. Anything really more than a dollar people might really miss, you know?
The littlest things seem to make me happy these days, just because I don't really have anything else. I had this dream that i was walking through ankle deep water. It didn't really effect me that much, it didn't make it that much harder to walk, it was just... annoying. And that's basically how I feel as of late. I mean, I'm definitely not struggling through waist deep water, and for sure not up to my neck straining for breath... but in a way I'd almost rather be in that situation. I'm used to fighting and struggling, I'm just not used to being, content. Or just 'ok'. This summer was so much fun, and I was really really really just... happy. The skipping and dancing on dry land in the metaphor. So just hanging out, without really the heights or the depths, is so... boring. And I know I shouldn't be complaining, because there's really nothing to complain about, just water lapping at my ankles reminding me there is something better.
from the Screwtape Letters: "Now it may surprize you to learn that in His efforts to get permanent possession of the soul, He relies on the troughs even more than the peaks; some of His special favourites have gone through longer and deeper troughs than anyone else."
-CS Lewis
Saturday, September 17, 2005
updating...
The other night after class I went and watched Mr and Mrs Smith with two girls from the Art Therapy program for free at the Marvin Center. I forgot how freaking awesomet hat movie was, though, this time i was actually sitting back a number of rows and not on the first row. Which makes a big difference as it turns out... Vanessa and Mary ended up crashing in my room since the didn't know what the situation with the Metro was and they live in Virginia. So, sleepover. Good times, though it was a little awkward. I don't really know either of them all htat well, though we've hung out before and talk in class all the time. So they learned some stuff- for lack of anything else to do I showed them a bunch of pictures, including the slideshow from camp. I think they actually got the picture on why i love going home so much and why I have so many things reminding me of home around my room here. And then they discovered some kind of weird things... like i bruch my teeth in the shower, which i try to keep on the DL for at least a month or so ;)
Yesterday m0rning I was SO lucky as too be a part of the firedrills and had to report to the other side of campus by 8:45 in the morning. on a friday. when i had no classes. wearing this vest:
I must say. I feel pretty cool. Especially being cursed out by the people I'd woken up. I love how people that are probably normal and rational, when sleepy become mean, belligerent people unable to see when someone is just doing their job. So I just tried to look sympathetic and apologized to the grumpy ones and continued to rock out my vest.
Spent the rest of the day with the TV on, and I think by the time i fell asleep I'd watched The Italian Job, American Psycho, something else, and Good Will Hunting. And somewhere in there I got some stuff done around the room. I talked to Allison on the phone (prayers for her) and to Christie & James on their way to Boone for the weekend to visit Ben and Elizabeth. Hope they ahve fun, but not TOO much fun since i'm not there ;)
And now its Saturday, Christie called and got me out of bed ("i miss videogames, i miss my mom") and I'm thinking I probably shouldn't repeat yesterday. So, as of 11am, I'm intending to leave my room today. Because I really need to find a hardware store and buy staples for my staple gun so I can finish contructing some canvases.
It's kind of sad then the only reasons I have for leaving is to run errands. oh well.
things are good, i'm mostly just bored. -meredith*
The other night after class I went and watched Mr and Mrs Smith with two girls from the Art Therapy program for free at the Marvin Center. I forgot how freaking awesomet hat movie was, though, this time i was actually sitting back a number of rows and not on the first row. Which makes a big difference as it turns out... Vanessa and Mary ended up crashing in my room since the didn't know what the situation with the Metro was and they live in Virginia. So, sleepover. Good times, though it was a little awkward. I don't really know either of them all htat well, though we've hung out before and talk in class all the time. So they learned some stuff- for lack of anything else to do I showed them a bunch of pictures, including the slideshow from camp. I think they actually got the picture on why i love going home so much and why I have so many things reminding me of home around my room here. And then they discovered some kind of weird things... like i bruch my teeth in the shower, which i try to keep on the DL for at least a month or so ;)
Yesterday m0rning I was SO lucky as too be a part of the firedrills and had to report to the other side of campus by 8:45 in the morning. on a friday. when i had no classes. wearing this vest:
I must say. I feel pretty cool. Especially being cursed out by the people I'd woken up. I love how people that are probably normal and rational, when sleepy become mean, belligerent people unable to see when someone is just doing their job. So I just tried to look sympathetic and apologized to the grumpy ones and continued to rock out my vest.Spent the rest of the day with the TV on, and I think by the time i fell asleep I'd watched The Italian Job, American Psycho, something else, and Good Will Hunting. And somewhere in there I got some stuff done around the room. I talked to Allison on the phone (prayers for her) and to Christie & James on their way to Boone for the weekend to visit Ben and Elizabeth. Hope they ahve fun, but not TOO much fun since i'm not there ;)
And now its Saturday, Christie called and got me out of bed ("i miss videogames, i miss my mom") and I'm thinking I probably shouldn't repeat yesterday. So, as of 11am, I'm intending to leave my room today. Because I really need to find a hardware store and buy staples for my staple gun so I can finish contructing some canvases.
It's kind of sad then the only reasons I have for leaving is to run errands. oh well.
things are good, i'm mostly just bored. -meredith*
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
"Our God is present. He comes to set things right. In his very name is rescue. This is who He is. There is not a moment in human history that has eluded His gaze. There is not a second in your life that He was not around. He is unavoidable. He is inescapable. He is inevitable and undeniable. He is." -DWC
Monday, September 12, 2005
Return Journey #2...
Went home on Friday, but look the long route adn swung by ECU to pick up Margaret and her roommate from ECU. There room is tiny and looks like a freshman dorm room... We all ate lunch where Erin works, and Jeremy met us. Jeremy is hilarious. period.
Ran a gazillion errands once i got back but actually only got one of the things done I needed too, oops. Met up with Christie and Ingram (sooooo glad Christie is the one who took over with Ingram for me, so great.) And then headed over to State's Campus to meet DANIELLE AND PAUL. Paul has never been to Raleigh so we gave him a mini-tour of the old stomping grounds ("and there's the park where one time we we in the parking lot eating ice-cream and cops came and thought we were doing drugs...") It was really great getting to see Danielle, even though we only see each other like once a year adn only talk a little more than that... its nice having a friend that its like nothing ever changed and no time had passed. I shall keep her. And Paul, who FINALLY got to meet my mom. They left kind of early because they had to go to a wedding in Tennesse, which stinks that i didn't get to see them much, but some is way better than none. Afterwards headed over to James' with Christie as a surprize and hung out with James, Ty, Drew and Spencer. We read Calvin and Hobbes. Boys played videogames. Pizza was eaten. Movie was eventually watched.
Saturday I spent a godawful amount of money at Jerry's Art-a-rama (aka my favorite place with a stupid name) but less than i would've spent trying to buy them in D.C. Met Allison and Tim for lunch at Southpoint, such a fun couple. I recommend hanging out with them. Next went over to my Dad's house to see hima nd the twins. Went swimming with my Dad, my sister and the twins (Dad pointed out that he has four children. Which is twice as many as he had two years ago. And I realized that I have three brothers and sisters. Which is weird. Cause I used to only have one.) The twins are hilarious to watch and interact with. I recommend hanging out with them as well. Saturday night I met a bunch of people at Panera- if anything, being gone is great because when i DO come back, i call like everyone I know from the Y and stage get togethers that might not normally happen. Afterwards we went over to Andrew's apartment. We played some DVD/movie trivia game- red team rocked out. After that a bunch of the cool kids went outside and played hide and seek/sardines.
-time out. read that again. HIDE AND SEEK. this is why i love my friends. end time out.-
So Saturday was very fun. and busy.
Sunday I went to church and got to see Emily and Meg, and surprized them because they didnt know i was coming. which was fun. Lunch at Fat Daddy's, i spilled cheese on myself. It was very classy. Ran even more errands. Then went to Erin and Jeremy's food tasting thing for the wedding with the Morins and Smithers (plus christie). The reception hall is really pretty, and the food was good. Minus the vomit salad ("bleu cheese"). And then i went home and hung out with my mom.
And that was my weekend, I left at 6 this morning with my 200 pound suitcase (soupcase). No really. It was crammed full of $80 worth a groceries and $250 worth of art supplies. Oh, and some clothes. I about broke my arm off lugging that thing on the metro and like walking ten blocks. but nothing broke and/or exploded. awwwwe-some.
um. yep. got back with 45 minutes ebfore my painting studio. painted with oils for the first time ever, they are weird. though i mostly got the hang of it by the end.
ummm. yeah.
fun times. i love my friends and family. that is all.
-meredith*
Went home on Friday, but look the long route adn swung by ECU to pick up Margaret and her roommate from ECU. There room is tiny and looks like a freshman dorm room... We all ate lunch where Erin works, and Jeremy met us. Jeremy is hilarious. period.
Ran a gazillion errands once i got back but actually only got one of the things done I needed too, oops. Met up with Christie and Ingram (sooooo glad Christie is the one who took over with Ingram for me, so great.) And then headed over to State's Campus to meet DANIELLE AND PAUL. Paul has never been to Raleigh so we gave him a mini-tour of the old stomping grounds ("and there's the park where one time we we in the parking lot eating ice-cream and cops came and thought we were doing drugs...") It was really great getting to see Danielle, even though we only see each other like once a year adn only talk a little more than that... its nice having a friend that its like nothing ever changed and no time had passed. I shall keep her. And Paul, who FINALLY got to meet my mom. They left kind of early because they had to go to a wedding in Tennesse, which stinks that i didn't get to see them much, but some is way better than none. Afterwards headed over to James' with Christie as a surprize and hung out with James, Ty, Drew and Spencer. We read Calvin and Hobbes. Boys played videogames. Pizza was eaten. Movie was eventually watched.
Saturday I spent a godawful amount of money at Jerry's Art-a-rama (aka my favorite place with a stupid name) but less than i would've spent trying to buy them in D.C. Met Allison and Tim for lunch at Southpoint, such a fun couple. I recommend hanging out with them. Next went over to my Dad's house to see hima nd the twins. Went swimming with my Dad, my sister and the twins (Dad pointed out that he has four children. Which is twice as many as he had two years ago. And I realized that I have three brothers and sisters. Which is weird. Cause I used to only have one.) The twins are hilarious to watch and interact with. I recommend hanging out with them as well. Saturday night I met a bunch of people at Panera- if anything, being gone is great because when i DO come back, i call like everyone I know from the Y and stage get togethers that might not normally happen. Afterwards we went over to Andrew's apartment. We played some DVD/movie trivia game- red team rocked out. After that a bunch of the cool kids went outside and played hide and seek/sardines.
-time out. read that again. HIDE AND SEEK. this is why i love my friends. end time out.-
So Saturday was very fun. and busy.
Sunday I went to church and got to see Emily and Meg, and surprized them because they didnt know i was coming. which was fun. Lunch at Fat Daddy's, i spilled cheese on myself. It was very classy. Ran even more errands. Then went to Erin and Jeremy's food tasting thing for the wedding with the Morins and Smithers (plus christie). The reception hall is really pretty, and the food was good. Minus the vomit salad ("bleu cheese"). And then i went home and hung out with my mom.
And that was my weekend, I left at 6 this morning with my 200 pound suitcase (soupcase). No really. It was crammed full of $80 worth a groceries and $250 worth of art supplies. Oh, and some clothes. I about broke my arm off lugging that thing on the metro and like walking ten blocks. but nothing broke and/or exploded. awwwwe-some.
um. yep. got back with 45 minutes ebfore my painting studio. painted with oils for the first time ever, they are weird. though i mostly got the hang of it by the end.
ummm. yeah.
fun times. i love my friends and family. that is all.
-meredith*
Thursday, September 08, 2005
first week of real classes this week. blah blah. good times. made a little man in class made out of twigs and masking tape. on a little romp out to Adam's Morgan with some girls from the department he was named George (Hor-hay). Without further ado, George:
um. yeah. that's about it.
but more importantly....
I'm GOING HOME THIS WEEKEND.
i like home a lot. but there's definitely a special guest this weekend, as Miss Danielle (er, whoa. Mrs.) will be in Raleigh this weekend as well, straight from Texas with her husband Paul (my best friend-in-law). So this is very exciting as I haven't seen her since I was in her wedding last December. As well, there will no doubt be quite a few cameos from some of my other near and dears throughout the weekend. As this trip shall not be tainted with any court related garbage, I'm really excited to try and cram seeing as many people as possible into what will no doubt prove to be a very short weekend.
if i don't get to spend time with you, it's not because i don't love you. it's just further evidence that YOU need to come see ME here in D.C. It's a fun city. lots to do. Plenty of floorspace to crash on. Now scheduling.
off to pack & sleep if i can (going home is like CHRISTMAS. only with friends and family instead of presents. and hugs instead of reindeer.)
mere*
um. yeah. that's about it.
but more importantly....
I'm GOING HOME THIS WEEKEND.
i like home a lot. but there's definitely a special guest this weekend, as Miss Danielle (er, whoa. Mrs.) will be in Raleigh this weekend as well, straight from Texas with her husband Paul (my best friend-in-law). So this is very exciting as I haven't seen her since I was in her wedding last December. As well, there will no doubt be quite a few cameos from some of my other near and dears throughout the weekend. As this trip shall not be tainted with any court related garbage, I'm really excited to try and cram seeing as many people as possible into what will no doubt prove to be a very short weekend.
if i don't get to spend time with you, it's not because i don't love you. it's just further evidence that YOU need to come see ME here in D.C. It's a fun city. lots to do. Plenty of floorspace to crash on. Now scheduling.
off to pack & sleep if i can (going home is like CHRISTMAS. only with friends and family instead of presents. and hugs instead of reindeer.)
mere*
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
"and I, when I came to you, brothers, did not come proclaiming to you the testimony of God with lofty speech or wisdom. For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. And I was with in you in weakness and fear and much trembling, and my speech and my message were not in plausible words of wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, that your faith might not rest in the wisdom of men but in the power of God."
1 corinthians 2:1-5
1 corinthians 2:1-5
Monday, September 05, 2005
i went exploring today. on the right is more or less the route i took. I think i was gone like two hours. it was most enjoyable. hardly anyone was out because of the holiday and most shops were closed. but it was beautiful and sunny but cool. fall is coming. I'm excited. I took some pictures, but you can't see them yet. (i'm up to something). -mc*
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Actually got to go to Capitol Hill Baptist for the first time today since I moved here-- every other Sunday I've been having to do residence hall stuff.
Met up with some people to take a van to the church... definitely nice not to have to take the metro, especially after yesterday... (yesterday they just down a metro station, so i had to get off at one station, get on a shuttle, which, mid-ride, a girl literally right behind me had some sort of medical issue and had fainted. Once she got medical attention, they found us a different shuttle to take to the next station. I would've been irritated, but i was too annoyed with myself for not being able to offer more help when the girl fainted. Anyways, it took me like two and a half hours to get where I was trying to go.)
I met a bunch of nice people while waiting for the van. Once I got to the church, we were hanging out in the lobby and the pastors wife (Mrs. Mark Dever) asked if any of us were named Meredith... she was actually looking for ME. Apparently she'd had a conversation with Dana and Emily a few weeks prior and actually remembered my name. and major. and that I was a CF. I was pretty amazed, and on top of that she was telling me about allt hese people in the church that I needed to meet because they worked in fields that i might be interested in. Needless to say, I felt very welcome. adn that was the first fifteen minutes I was even there.
The service was wonderful- as expected. It's much more traditional than PBC, but i like it. The sermon was amazing, Pastor Dever is doing a series on 'The Church and Her Challanges.' Really relevant to some conversations i've been having recently. Ton of information i'm still having to wrap my head around... I took like three pages of notes i'll ahve to spend some time on tomorrow....
Spent the afternoon putting together some of the things I got at IKEA the other day... very excited, i now ahve a nice little reading corner with a bookcase full of books, a chair and a new coffeetable. My room is starting to actually... look like someone lives here. Somehow managed to visually divide the space.
Had a great conversation with Amanda-- miss her a lot. I guess distance makes you appreciate people and places that you always just took for granted.
Special prayer request- someone I love and care about is ahving a really, really hard time right now. Feeling especially helpless that I'm so far away, even though if i was in Raleigh, there really wouldn't me much more I could do. But some people there are taking care of her that I ahve absolute confidence in... Sorry to be so vague, but God'll know.
Um. yeah. final thoughts: watched the state game. haven't talked to my sister recently, whihc makes me sad. i like things that are made of metal. or are shiny. 'Meredith likes shiny objects' that's basically what I jsut admitted. Even though I really just looked at my lamp. I love lamp.
must. stop. now.
-meredith*
Met up with some people to take a van to the church... definitely nice not to have to take the metro, especially after yesterday... (yesterday they just down a metro station, so i had to get off at one station, get on a shuttle, which, mid-ride, a girl literally right behind me had some sort of medical issue and had fainted. Once she got medical attention, they found us a different shuttle to take to the next station. I would've been irritated, but i was too annoyed with myself for not being able to offer more help when the girl fainted. Anyways, it took me like two and a half hours to get where I was trying to go.)
I met a bunch of nice people while waiting for the van. Once I got to the church, we were hanging out in the lobby and the pastors wife (Mrs. Mark Dever) asked if any of us were named Meredith... she was actually looking for ME. Apparently she'd had a conversation with Dana and Emily a few weeks prior and actually remembered my name. and major. and that I was a CF. I was pretty amazed, and on top of that she was telling me about allt hese people in the church that I needed to meet because they worked in fields that i might be interested in. Needless to say, I felt very welcome. adn that was the first fifteen minutes I was even there.
The service was wonderful- as expected. It's much more traditional than PBC, but i like it. The sermon was amazing, Pastor Dever is doing a series on 'The Church and Her Challanges.' Really relevant to some conversations i've been having recently. Ton of information i'm still having to wrap my head around... I took like three pages of notes i'll ahve to spend some time on tomorrow....
Spent the afternoon putting together some of the things I got at IKEA the other day... very excited, i now ahve a nice little reading corner with a bookcase full of books, a chair and a new coffeetable. My room is starting to actually... look like someone lives here. Somehow managed to visually divide the space.
Had a great conversation with Amanda-- miss her a lot. I guess distance makes you appreciate people and places that you always just took for granted.
Special prayer request- someone I love and care about is ahving a really, really hard time right now. Feeling especially helpless that I'm so far away, even though if i was in Raleigh, there really wouldn't me much more I could do. But some people there are taking care of her that I ahve absolute confidence in... Sorry to be so vague, but God'll know.
Um. yeah. final thoughts: watched the state game. haven't talked to my sister recently, whihc makes me sad. i like things that are made of metal. or are shiny. 'Meredith likes shiny objects' that's basically what I jsut admitted. Even though I really just looked at my lamp. I love lamp.
must. stop. now.
-meredith*
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Tonight I had my first real class with the art therapy department. And I must say, I'm pretty excited. All through undergrad I took these psych classes full of theories, and now, they're actually being applied to ART. And it's exciting to me, because I don't have to do it myself, and all those theories translate into something real- or at least applicable, to things I care about. Already, in our first class we talked about Jung and the mandela (something I already knew) but talked about how often mandelas are created unintentionally in art especially by children.
I know 99.9 percent of you don't care. But the thing is. I DO. And so do the 17 other girls in my program.
I'm supposed to be here.
I know I keep saying that, but its so incredibly comforting knowing that there are other people with me going through the same experience and understand how exciting it is when everything (finally) clicks.
I have nothing to complain about. I miss my friends and family, but this experience is so worth it.
Pray for me, but more importantly that I continue to be so content and able to see God heaping blessings over me. Pray for my faith, that it grows stronger and fortifies in these new conditions. Continued prayer for my mission of faith within the Aston- I've, literally, encountered many shut doors... but there is a group here well equipped to change lives. Pray for the girls of the art therapy program- I'll be with the same small group of girls for the next two years. Pray for them. So many come from such diverse backgrounds, and have suffered through a lot in life and have found solace in art and see potential for it in helping others. These are souls with compassion, but good intentions are nothing without knowledge of Christ. Pray for my witness and strength of character that I can exalt Christ in my actions and relationships with each of them.
so. blessed.
-meredith*
I know 99.9 percent of you don't care. But the thing is. I DO. And so do the 17 other girls in my program.
I'm supposed to be here.
I know I keep saying that, but its so incredibly comforting knowing that there are other people with me going through the same experience and understand how exciting it is when everything (finally) clicks.
I have nothing to complain about. I miss my friends and family, but this experience is so worth it.
Pray for me, but more importantly that I continue to be so content and able to see God heaping blessings over me. Pray for my faith, that it grows stronger and fortifies in these new conditions. Continued prayer for my mission of faith within the Aston- I've, literally, encountered many shut doors... but there is a group here well equipped to change lives. Pray for the girls of the art therapy program- I'll be with the same small group of girls for the next two years. Pray for them. So many come from such diverse backgrounds, and have suffered through a lot in life and have found solace in art and see potential for it in helping others. These are souls with compassion, but good intentions are nothing without knowledge of Christ. Pray for my witness and strength of character that I can exalt Christ in my actions and relationships with each of them.
so. blessed.
-meredith*
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