"Bach is the Pentateuch, Beethoven is the Psalms, and Chopin is our New Testament." --PVD
"I have gathered a posie of other men’s flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own." --John Bartlett
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
"You're the boy with a real nice smile,
But a broken heart inside.
Give it to a girl, gave it to a girl,
And I think she lost her mind.
Are you giving up and done?
Are you through with all this?
Are you tired of the pain?
Torn to pieces.
Can you let me try?
Tell me it's all right,
Just for one night.
Show you how to feel like,
What it feels like.
To be hugged, to be kissed.
Yes I can be that part of you.
I'll try my best.
I'm the girl, I can make you smile,
And I promise to be true.
Give it all,
Give until there's nothing left to lose.
Don't say you're giving up and done,
That you're through with all this.
Yeah you're tired of the pain,
Torn to pieces.
I see that you're breaking,
Your heart is breaking.
Here's my hand if you'll take it,
We can make it out,
Of all this mess.
No more stress.
I can be that part of you
I'll try my best.
Give me your heart,
I don't want a piece or a part,
I want it all.
I want you to fall,
Just a little bit.
Take that leap of faith,
If you want to,
Don't let that broken heart haunt you."
But a broken heart inside.
Give it to a girl, gave it to a girl,
And I think she lost her mind.
Are you giving up and done?
Are you through with all this?
Are you tired of the pain?
Torn to pieces.
Can you let me try?
Tell me it's all right,
Just for one night.
Show you how to feel like,
What it feels like.
To be hugged, to be kissed.
Yes I can be that part of you.
I'll try my best.
I'm the girl, I can make you smile,
And I promise to be true.
Give it all,
Give until there's nothing left to lose.
Don't say you're giving up and done,
That you're through with all this.
Yeah you're tired of the pain,
Torn to pieces.
I see that you're breaking,
Your heart is breaking.
Here's my hand if you'll take it,
We can make it out,
Of all this mess.
No more stress.
I can be that part of you
I'll try my best.
Give me your heart,
I don't want a piece or a part,
I want it all.
I want you to fall,
Just a little bit.
Take that leap of faith,
If you want to,
Don't let that broken heart haunt you."
--"Prove You Wrong" (He is We)
Friday, March 11, 2011
"I was kinda bad-mouthing him in the car to my parents. 'Oh--just go bake some bread. Make some muffins.'" --Aubry
As people go farther educationally into their specialty, the mindset of their field starts taking over until absolutely everything can be said in a way that is specific to their field. This is true pretty much across the board--it's just the nature of life. One of my best friends is in a culinary program (she's a district award winning chef, by the way), and this fact of life became very clear to me last night when she said the words 'bad-mouthing' and it was followed by a fierce command to go bake bread. The she said it so vehemently you would have thought it should have belonged in an R-rated movie...but she was just talking about baked goods. Go figure. I love my best friends.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
"I'm thinking about going back and getting my PhD. I want to build a fusion reactor and not have it be a bomb." --Dad
The conversations my dad and I have when we go out to dinner together cover an astonishingly wide variety of subjects and I generally learn a LOT. I still remember the day we were at Arby's (I was, what, eleven?) and he taught me about prime numbers. Good stuff. Last night we were at Taco Bell and out of the blue he says this. This fueled (no pun intended) a long conversation about higher education, how graduate and doctoral programs differ between the sciences, etc. Another gem from that conversation: "There's a B.S.--we all know what that is. And M.S. is More of the Same, and a PhD is Piled Higher and Deeper." Awesome.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
"Once again, Mandie is the savior....of my phone." *disappointed look from me* "Well, not of the WORLD! You aren't Jesus!" --Marty
Sometimes all it takes is for someone with the right kind of phone (and thus, charger) to be in the room to warrant a 'you just saved my day' comment. Besides the bonus that I get free texting with anyone who has verizon, another upside is that most verizon phones have the same charger. This past Saturday I saved the day for Marty's phone by loaning him my charger (which, though we don't have the same phone, works because they are both verizon). I am usually one that slightly over exaggerates for effect--Marty, however, can be brutally honest; thus, in this case, destroying my god-complex. Which was probably good for me.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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