Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Some more singing

I still don't know how to embed audio in Blogger, so you can listen to this audio here on my Xanga.

I thought one of the songs in chapel today sounded pretty good, so I'm posting it. For context please see this post.

This song is called In Christ Alone. It was the theme for Horizons (Freed-Hardeman's Christian summer camp, which I attended for six years) at some point in recent history. It's one of the newer songs. I'm not sure if we were singing to music or just words, but we wouldn't have needed the music.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

I left Facebook temporarily...

[Posted to Xanga 10/31/10]

...so don't freak out about it if you see that I'm not on your friends list right now.

I'm waiting until Firesheep has blown over to come back. I will not have any drama start because someone got into my Facebook.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Happy unHalloween!

[Posted to Xanga 10/28/10]

Xanga loads again!

I was a dryad for Freed Halloween.

At about 2 PM I decided I needed a Halloween costume. I started hunting for clothes. First I found black ones, then green ones. With the green ones came the idea of being a dryad, a wood nymph. So I started drawing vines on my left arm with a green rollerball pen, a sleeve of vines. With the same pen I drew three leaves on my right cheek and drew green lines on my forehead and smudged them with moisture until they were a solid-ish pale green. Gave myself green eye shadow—basically I had a half-masque of green rollerball ink. Some of it was a little shoddy but if I messed up my hair you couldn’t tell from outside of kissing distance. I got Misty to help me with ideas; ended up wearing green pants with embroidered flowers on the left leg, my green owl tank top, and a green gradient shirt, which I gave slitted sleeves with a pair of scissors. Then I went to Dollar General and bought myself a cheap wreath of fake ivy to put on my head. And painted my nails sparkly green.

And it worked.

Sweet. Adaptability and luck work out where planning fails, sometimes. 



 Owl City is like ear candy. No nutritional (lyrical) value, but it sure is tasty.