April Showers, Indeed.
So. I think I ought to say something here, but I'm not sure what exactly would be best. I could tell you about the busiest week of the year (last week) but I'd probably end up griping and feeling worse about myself than I ought.
Just remember: never draw or paint on anyone else's artwork or sketches. If you feel they should try a different technique or be more bold, use your words or, for goodness sake, scrap paper. Or else I will become hysterical (not in the hilarious way). I've discovered a new pet peeve. Besides the ruining of other's artwork, the word "poetic" will continue to bug me for who knows how long, thanks to it being very much overused and under-explained for that week.
Also, last week (soon to be the week before last) I met author and YouTube personality John Green (1/2 of the Vlog Brothers) at a talk/reading/signing nearby. He won't remember me, but he at least will probably remember my friend--in a good way, even! He's interesting. His books are unfortunately not recommendable, because they have a lot of teenage conversations. Not even if you're in the middle of your teenage years should you be subjected to the things that teenagers say; if you're past them, I wouldn't want the memories reawakened. But John Green is a person who is naturally prone to thinking a lot about things, both large and small, and because he is successful, he has the time, funding, and large fanbase to research these things that he thinks about. Dare I say it: his thoughts are "poetic."
As it happens, John Green is now somewhere in Amsterdam, staying there on a government grant with his wife and baby, able to get a little bit further away from the internet (at least his phone doesn't have it available there) and write further into his next book. Conveniently, said book has a part in Amsterdam. So, in case anyone reading this who lives near Amsterdam *cough*newien*coughcough* one day, in a very, very large area, happens into a man with an American accent and high puff levels, you'll know who it is.
*Insert smooth segue here, unless it is quickly approaching midnight.*
Psalm 77, written by Asaph, is probably my favorite psalm. It has felt like exactly what I've been doing at many points of my life; this month, the following parts rang especially true.
2 When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands,
and I would not be comforted.
3 I remembered you, God, and I groaned;
I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.
4 You kept my eyes from closing;
I was too troubled to speak.
5 I thought about the former days,
the years of long ago;
6 I remembered my songs in the night.
My heart meditated and my spirit asked:
7 “Will the Lord reject forever?
Will he never show his favor again?
~
11 I will remember the deeds of the LORD;
yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
12 I will consider all your works
and meditate on all your mighty deeds.”
13 Your ways, God, are holy.
What god is as great as our God?
14 You are the God who performs miracles;
you display your power among the peoples.
~
17 The clouds poured down water,
the heavens resounded with thunder;
your arrows flashed back and forth.
18 Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind,
your lightning lit up the world;
the earth trembled and quaked.
19 Your path led through the sea,
your way through the mighty waters,
though your footprints were not seen.
As you know, tomorrow (today in 20 minutes) is Easter. I haven't been waking up very early, so I'm glad we didn't decide to go to a sunrise service; but I do still have to get dressed on time in the morning. So, I bid you adieu.
Love,
C.Alli.T
Just remember: never draw or paint on anyone else's artwork or sketches. If you feel they should try a different technique or be more bold, use your words or, for goodness sake, scrap paper. Or else I will become hysterical (not in the hilarious way). I've discovered a new pet peeve. Besides the ruining of other's artwork, the word "poetic" will continue to bug me for who knows how long, thanks to it being very much overused and under-explained for that week.
Also, last week (soon to be the week before last) I met author and YouTube personality John Green (1/2 of the Vlog Brothers) at a talk/reading/signing nearby. He won't remember me, but he at least will probably remember my friend--in a good way, even! He's interesting. His books are unfortunately not recommendable, because they have a lot of teenage conversations. Not even if you're in the middle of your teenage years should you be subjected to the things that teenagers say; if you're past them, I wouldn't want the memories reawakened. But John Green is a person who is naturally prone to thinking a lot about things, both large and small, and because he is successful, he has the time, funding, and large fanbase to research these things that he thinks about. Dare I say it: his thoughts are "poetic."
As it happens, John Green is now somewhere in Amsterdam, staying there on a government grant with his wife and baby, able to get a little bit further away from the internet (at least his phone doesn't have it available there) and write further into his next book. Conveniently, said book has a part in Amsterdam. So, in case anyone reading this who lives near Amsterdam *cough*newien*coughcough* one day, in a very, very large area, happens into a man with an American accent and high puff levels, you'll know who it is.
*Insert smooth segue here, unless it is quickly approaching midnight.*
Psalm 77, written by Asaph, is probably my favorite psalm. It has felt like exactly what I've been doing at many points of my life; this month, the following parts rang especially true.
2 When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands,
and I would not be comforted.
3 I remembered you, God, and I groaned;
I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.
4 You kept my eyes from closing;
I was too troubled to speak.
5 I thought about the former days,
the years of long ago;
6 I remembered my songs in the night.
My heart meditated and my spirit asked:
7 “Will the Lord reject forever?
Will he never show his favor again?
~
11 I will remember the deeds of the LORD;
yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
12 I will consider all your works
and meditate on all your mighty deeds.”
13 Your ways, God, are holy.
What god is as great as our God?
14 You are the God who performs miracles;
you display your power among the peoples.
~
17 The clouds poured down water,
the heavens resounded with thunder;
your arrows flashed back and forth.
18 Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind,
your lightning lit up the world;
the earth trembled and quaked.
19 Your path led through the sea,
your way through the mighty waters,
though your footprints were not seen.
As you know, tomorrow (today in 20 minutes) is Easter. I haven't been waking up very early, so I'm glad we didn't decide to go to a sunrise service; but I do still have to get dressed on time in the morning. So, I bid you adieu.
Love,
C.Alli.T