thirty days

Resuming the 30 Days Challenge…. Day 21

I think I’m actually on day twenty, but I decided to skip that one because it’s so much like day nineteen.

I do a bunch of things differently than most people. I’ll go with typing. Most people, I believe, use the shift key to capitalize most of the time. I always use caps lock. It works pretty well for me, since my top typing speed is over 100 WPM (unadjusted for errors, but I’m fairly accurate).

That might be the most epically lame post I’ve ever put up, but it’ll have to do. Sorry for those of you whose eyes just fell out from boredom.

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July daybook

 Date… Tuesday, July 26, 2011 A. D.

Starting time… 9:34 AM

Mood… contented.

Outside my window… it’s… CLOUDY?!

I’m thinking… what the heck? It’s CLOUDY?!

I’m reading… well, yesterday I began The Heir of Redclyffe by Charlotte M. Yonge.

I’m listening to… Tell Me Ma by Gaelic Storm. “I’ll tell me ma when I go home, the boys won’t leave the girls alone/They pull my hair, they stole my comb…”

I’m wearing… A brown t-shirt that says “Pure Heart” in pink and a verse citation that I can’t read in this light but refers to a Psalm, and the black skirt I usually wear for this auspicious monthly occasion.
 
Yesterday, I… attended a Latin Novus Ordo Mass, made homemade bread, chatted with my friends after Mass, and almost-semi-freaked out about something to do with the approaching school year.

I’m excited for… going to the TLM this Sunday (by the way, if I ever say that I’m excited for school to begin, give me a good slap in the combox).

I’m sad because… It will be ages until I see Christendom again. 😥

I’m hungry for… doughnuts?

The song stuck inside my head is… Sweet Afton by Nickel Creek.

I want… to dance! I want to move! I need to feel the rush of the wind under my shoes!
Ahem. That was a relapse into VeggieTales.

I love… my new knitting project.

I loathe… school…….at least the math/science portion of it.

This week, my goal is… this question does not attain the dignity of a reply.

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Dancing

Recently I found this delightful article over at The Catholic Young Woman. What she says about the similarity between the Christian vocation of matrimony and dancing is excellent. Just as she points out, in both dancing and matrimony the lady follows the gentleman for the exact opposite of the reason most people give, i.e. forcefully yanking her around; indeed, he leads her gently. He trusts her to follow his lead, and she trusts him not to drop her. It’s a lovely thought. I highly recommend the article.

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I’m Back…

Yesterday I got back from Christendom. And yes, everything I’d heard about the program was true. It was the week of my life, I did meet a ton of wonderful people, and I am certain I want to go there in two years. Actually, I would prefer to go sooner, but unfortunately my mother didn’t take kindly to the idea of skipping a year of high school 🙂
It was so hard to leave everything; the beautiful, reverent Masses and adoration, the fantastic classes (philosophy was marvelous), the wonderful counselors and campers, the gorgeous campus, the dancing…. let me say that swing dancing is the most addicting thing ever. It is painful to think that it’s going to be at least a year until I see it again, if I visit it my senior year, and two years until I go there for college, God willing. Alas!

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I’m off!

Tomorrow I’m going to be boarding the plane on my way to Christendom. It all seems surreal… so weird. Prayers please for a safe flight there and back again!

Well, I must say that the showing of The Return of the King was by far the best yet. I dressed up as Frodo, in contrast to the first two times when I simply wore normal clothes with a grey wrap and my sister’s leaf brooch. Here’s a picture by my sister, Elven Maiden (from whom I borrowed the ring and the brooch):

Click it to make it bigger. If you look closely, I’m wearing a replica of the One Ring and of the Lorien leaf brooch. I loved how the pants (which are brand new) are very similar to some of the hobbit’s pants; slightly cropped, fairly loose, and brown. I even curled my hair in the front (though it doesn’t look like Frodo’s – too light and long 🙂 ).

The whole experience was incredible. ROTK definitely has some wince-worthy moments, but on the whole it is such a moving tribute to the book that I actually managed to shed a few tears. No full-blown weeping, though. 😉

The trees are now turning from green to gold
And the sun is now fading…

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