:)

I haven't watched My Neighbor Totoro since summer 2007, and oh. my. goodness. I'd forgotten just how wonderful it is. Yeah, I know, you're probably thinking "anime, you nerd". I may be a nerd, but really, this movie is so cute... see?


This scene makes me squeal, every time :P

It's raining today. And I mean really raining. Almost Long Beach rain raining.

I have a cup of tetley with milk and sugar at medium woot (on a scale of 1 to zomg)

There is a blue and white (and oh so warm) quilt wrapped around me.

The rain is dripping off the tips of pine needles just outside my window, in little sparkly drops.

There is a cricket chirping away nearby.

And my anatomy book is open in front of me.

....

This is me. Love me for it, and in spite of it.

Making plans...

There are many plans in a man's heart... Prov. 19:21

We all have a lot of plans on what we're doing after graduation, or with our lives, and yet we can't control when our next breath will happen...

Commit your works to the Lord, and your thoughts will be established. Prov. 16:3

Make your plans with Him, not make your plans, get a heavenly stamp of approval, and move on, for...

When a man's ways please the Lord, He makes even his enemies to be at peace with him. Prov. 16:7

Follow after the Lord, that is our whole duty and purpose. He will take care of the rest. He promised, and it pleases Him to do so.

But seek the kingdom of God, and all these things will be added to you. Do not fear little flock, for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Luke 12:31-32

Lucky Cricket

Ok, so maybe not so lucky, but when I found him I thought of Cricky in Mulan. Anyway, a couple weeks back I was in the lab, running gels, and almost stepped on a cricket. Weird, since no one works with crickets on Eastlick 2nd floor (at least not that I know of). So I scooped him up in a beaker, covered it with filter paper, and took it home. Cricky now lives with Hermione, and has made a burrow underneath her tea jar house. He likes apples, too. But the best part of the story is that last week I picked up the jar to check on him, and saw that his back was bright white, from the newly grown pair of wings. They hardened quickly and turned lacy brown and black.

There is a cricket chirping in my bedroom :)

My boys

A couple years back a friend described the UCB boys as "our boys" and on many occasions "my boys". For some reason this irked me greatly. But just recently I've realized that that term is kind of appropriate in my life right now.

I define my boys as the ones that I can see as my brothers in Christ.
The ones who aren't afraid to hug me when I'm having a bad day.
The ones who know how to tease me correctly.
The ones who will walk me home (if I ask).
The ones that are considerate of my feelings.
The ones who aren't afraid to tell me if I look nice.
The ones who make brownies.
The ones who would protect me if I need protection.
The ones who restore my faith in the male half of humanity on a daily basis.
The ones that I can see are becoming gentlemen, and are genuinely striving after our God, despite the failures and struggles.
It's quite inspiring.
They're my boys, they're my brothers.
I love them.

Some are single, some are taken, heck, one of them likes me, but no matter their connections they remain my brothers, first and foremost in my mind. So thanks, boys. I appreciate you more than you'll ever know.

Aaaand another one bites the dust

I'm happy for them, I really am.

That is all.

A poem I wrote at CCC (and a wombat :)

Have you ever heard of the Wombat Moon?
When the animals gather in the midst of June?
Numbat, Wallaby, Tiger, and Deer,
To frolic ’neath the celestial sphere

They come from near and very far
Guided by a shining star
For it is a time of gladness and glee
Of happiness and unity

The Luna moth floats in first,
Honeyed tea slakes her thirst,
She rests her green gossamer wings,
And then to the Wombat Moon she sings

On this night the Cat won’t chase the Mouse
Nor does the Lynx stalk the Grouse
The Aardwolf eats not the Ants
Instead all gather paws and dance

The Hyena’s face holds a silly grin
As he waltzes with the Penguin twin
The scent of jasmine floats on the air
And the animals frolic without a care

The Antelope kick up their hooves
The herd of Wildebeesties moves
To whistle upon fanciful flutes
With their playful friends the Bandicoots

This my friend, is the Wombat Moon
A magical time in the midst of June
Where all God’s creatures, both great and small
Gather to dance in the Lunar Ball