chat.

tonight.

did i get lots of homework done like i planned?

[aka working on my biology paper..]

did i?

of course not.

why?

my roommates and i all sat on our couch.

chatting on msn.

to each other.

yes that's right.

and to allie's boyfriend [secrets secrets in the future.... ;) ]

i would post a little of a conversation.

but they're not very postable.

so i won't.

but let's just say---there were A LOT of giggles.

and a whole lot of awkward moments.

here's a little sampling:

Emily says: (10:40:35 PM)

allie wants you to lay all your love on her.

Derik says: (10:41:30 PM)

What? How do I do that?

Emily says: (10:43:31 PM)

don't go wasting your emotion. lay all your love on [her].

.... (and then he watched the video from mamma mia) ....

Derik says: (11:04:35 PM)

oh wow that is cheesy!!!

Emily says: (11:04:53 PM)

ahaha. soo funny though!

Derik says: (11:05:02 PM)

I can not believe they got that many men to dance like that. LOL

Emily says: (11:05:08 PM)

bahahahahaha.

yep. i'm being completely serious.

these are directly copied and pasted moments.

we like to keep it classy down here in cougar country.

you can only imagine some other moments in our conversation.

oh, well maybe you can't.

that's probably a good thing.

i love my roommates. and her boyfriend. so much. :)

what a beautiful life this is.

alive.

We can only be said to be alive in those moments

when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

--Thornton Wilder

i'm oh, so conscious of mine.

i am blessed.

aren't we all?

---

"for the beauty of the earth

for the glory of the skies,

for the love which from our birth

over and around us lies.

lord of all, to thee we raise,

this our hymn of grateful praise.

for the beauty of each hour,

of the day and of the night,

hill and vale, and tree and flower,

sun and moon, and stars of light.

lord of all, to thee we raise,

this our hymn of grateful praise.

for the joy of ear and eye,

for the heart and mind's delight,

for the mystic harmony

linking sense to sound and sight.

lord of all, to thee we raise,

this our hymn of grateful praise.

for the joy of human love,

brother, sister, parent, child,

friends on earth and friends above,

for all gentle thoughts and mild.

lord of all, to thee we raise,

this our hymn of grateful praise.

for each perfect gift of thine,

to our race so freely given,

graces human and divine,

flowers of earth and buds of heaven.

lord of all, to thee we raise,

this our hymn of grateful praise."

julia.

there's a girl in my ward named julia.

and apparently she and i look quite a lot alike.

because i can't count the number of times i've been mistaken for her.

so apparently she's pretty great.

i don't doubt it.

but seriously?

my name is emily janette nevers, thanks.

do i need a name tag stuck to my forehead for you?

because it's really starting to drive me crazy.

emily.

that's my name.

please somebody get it right? someday?

good thing it happens to her too.

that makes me feel a little better.

a little.

i just wanted to be sure of you..

"if you seek some special life

outside of daily activities,

that is like brushing aside

waves to look for water."

"if someone listens, or stretches out a hand, or whispers a kind word of encouragement, or attempts to understand a lonely person, extraordinary things begin to happen."

-Loretta Girzartis

t-minus 4 days

hales family reunion over thanksgiving this year.

i'm super stoked.

it's a little funny how excited i am.

being in a place that i'm OLDER than most people? yessss.

sitting around and just being with them.

one more day of classes...here we goooooo!

bring it on!

[photo courtesy of hales family reunion 2006--steve pre-senior year.]

watch it. love it. live it.

love.

"strong like a mother holds her child,

free as horses running wild

and real as a prayer on a lonely night.

and sure as the ocean tide.

oh love.

oh the many colors that you're made of.

you heal.

you bleed.

you're the simple truth,

and you're the biggest mystery.

oh love.

deep as the life from God's own breath

and it's even after death.

gone like the sunset.

you can break a heart in pieces,

put it back together again.

you can break down sweet forgiveness.

you're the one that never ends.

oh love.

oh the many colors that you're made of.

you heal.

you bleed.

you're the simple truth,

and you're the biggest mystery.

oh love."
-brad paisley&carrie underwood

le dormeur du val..♥

C'est un trou de verdure où chante une rivière,

Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons

D'argent ; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,

Luit : c'est un petit val qui mousse de rayons.

Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,

Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,

Dort ; il est étendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,

Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut.

Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort. Souriant comme

Sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme :

Nature, berce-le chaudement : il a froid.

Les parfums ne font pas frissonner sa narine ;

Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine,

Tranquille. Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit.

--arthur rimbaud

j'aime cette poème. particulièrement l'imagerie.

triste. mais aussi belle, n'est-ce pas?

♥

---

[the sleeper of the valley..♥

It is a green hollow where a stream twitters

Wildly hanging on the grasses rags
Of silver; where the sun from the proud mountain
Shines: it is a little valley bubbling with sunlight {foamy sunlight}.

A soldier young, open-mouthed, bare-headed,
The nape of his neck bathing in the cool blue watercress,
Sleeps; he is spread out on the grass, under the skies,
Pale on his bed of green where the light rains down.

His feet in the gladiolas, he lies sleeping. Smiling as
A sick child would smile, he is having a nap:
Nature, cradle him warmly: he is cold.

Fragrances do not make his nostril quiver;
He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his breast

Peacefully. He has two red holes in his right side.

--arthur rimbaud

i love this poem. especially the imagery.

sad. but also beautiful, isn't it?

♥]

maintenant..

je me demeure à paris.

où quelque-place en france.

maintenant.

s'il te plaît,

mon amour.

où la lumière pleut..♥

---

[i'm moving to paris.

or somewhere in france.

now.

please,

my love.

where light rains..♥]

un tour de manège--a ride

Un tour de Manège from Les Manèges on Vimeo.

you were always singing along.

i'm kind of in love with this song. odd title. incredible song.

the music of the world

something worth smiling about:

Birds on the Wires from Jarbas Agnelli on Vimeo.

mon amour.

je suis un peu beaucoup en amour avec ma classe de français.

et un peu beaucoup triste qu'il serais bientôt fin.

toutes les bonnes choses faut arriver à un fin..?

pourquoi?

je ne suis pas en accord avec cette idée.

---

[i'm a little lot in love with my french class.

and a little lot sad that it will be over soon.

all good things must come to an end..?

why?

i disagree with this idea.]

not that different at all

sometimes,

my roommates and i will be speaking completely different languages.

even if we're all speaking english.

[which is not always the case....ha.]

seemingly impossible, right?

wrong.

but that's ok.

we still have lots of love for one another.

and have a lot of fun together. :)

and it's miraculous how well we get along, considering.

so, all you really need is love.

oh, and never let a problem to be solved

become more important than a person to be loved.

ever.

yep, that really is all.

"i LOVE our apartment!!"--allie poo.

she said it best with those four words. :)

but, i must add the last word,

because the statement wouldn't be complete without it:

"why??"

love you girls!

oh, how i hate to see october go...

and when october goes

the snow begins to fly.

above the smoky roofs,

i watch the planes go by.

the children running home,

beneath the twilight sky.

oh, for the fun of them

when i was one of them.

and when october goes,

the same old dream appears.

and you are in my arms

to share the happy years

i turn my head away

to hide the helpless tears

oh, how i hate to see october go.

i should be over it now, i know.

it doesn't matter much,

how old i grow.

i hate to see october go.

-barry manilow [& skyline madrigals 08-09 :)]