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| I just tried to dye my hair. It didn't work at all. It looks the same. | | |
| Once again, I turn to Xanga when I feel the urge to be productive. 
On Sunday, I went to Xavier's 10:00 PM mass, mainly because of my ignorance of how an alarm clock really works. However, I got more out of that mass than I have any mass in quite some time. The gospel was the one, we've all heard it a million times, about Peter asking Jesus how many times he had to forgive someone. The priest took quite a unique look at the gospel.
He said it was all about living life to the fullest, not just doing what was required. He said something to the extent of, "If you only do a fraction of what is required of you, then you become a fractional person, living a fractional life." I'm sure he said it more eloquently than I did, but nevertheless, it hit home.
I don't want to be a fractional person, someone who doesn't care about things that don't affect them, someone who only does the bare minimum. I want to live life fully, but that's where the problem comes in. How can you possibly live life fully?
I love so many things. My heart is in my faith, my friends, my family, my school, my job. I love living in the dorms, but that compromises family time. Working on the school paper is equally as fufilling as being on LTF. But if I am in both, I can give neither my full attention. Which do I choose? How can I live all of these fully?
I'm at the point where I know I'm supposed to trust God with all this, but I'm afraid too. Living life fully seems impossible and I don't quite comprehend that God can accomplish the impossible. I know, some where that everything will work out, it's just twinkling moments of doubt where it all comes out on Xanga.
Thanks for listening, I love you all! | | |
| I will be on hiatus from 'xanga' as my car does not have a computer. Laura Lee and I have dropped out of school and will be making our way to Las Vegas, Nevada. Anyone who would like to contribute to our gas fund will be given a seat in the car. But not shotgun. We figure three solid bets should give us enough money. Farewell. | | |
| I'm not used to being off work this early in the afternoon. I feel like I should be taking advantage of this and do something out of the ordinary, memorable and productive. Instead, I am on xanga. Anyway, I'm in a bit of a different mood than I was in my last entry. Possibly a little more articulate.
At work today, I was reading the papers and of course, all the papers talked about Hurricane Katrina. After about a half hour, I had to put the papers down; I couldn't read them anymore. I couldn't handle constantly reading about the death and misery while I sat in my cute little chair and contemplated what I was going to eat for lunch. I can't even imagine. If I can't hardly handle reading about it for a half hour, how do the people affected handle it? I am in awe of the people down there, dealing with so much more than I can even comprehend and still not giving up hope. How amazing is the human spirit, that people rise to the circumstances they're given. Sure some people don't exactly rise to the occasion, but the one's that give of themselves even while they're surrounded by such tragedy. How amazing!
When I did leave for lunch, I went down to Student Life to sign up for the Hurricane Relief booth. It's hard to think that something little like that helps, but I don't know what else there is to do. We talked about this in our Journalism class. We, as media watching people, have such a feeling of helplessness about the situation and a frustration at the government. I was getting so angry at the Red Cross that we can't see immediate results. We're so used to problems being solved in 60 minutes with commercials, its so hard to understand a sitaution that can't be immediately fixed.
Well, there's my inner thoughts for now. Have a great Labor Day weekend all!
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That seemed like a good way to start an entry.
I don't quite know what to say. There so many thoughts, emotions, convictions going through my mind that the words seem to get lost between my mind and the keyboard. I know how I'm feeling, but I can't seem to describe it. It's kind of frustrating, because words so often are the easiest way to express how I feel.
It's not like I'm sad, or depressed. I'm really quite content, just kind of speechless.
Hm.
Later all.
(Seemed like a good way to end it too) | | |
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