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Thursday, December 01, 2005 - :
It's our first Christmas together and it's not going to be perfect as far as possessions go. We bought our $20 tree and it looks pretty sparse, but we're making the best of it. It's beautiful if only because it is our first tree together. We couldn't buy a real one this time around as we are only home one day a week and we have the ability to kill a whole desert of cactus.
Bryon is doing well. He'll be running the new Baskin-Robbins/Dunkin Donuts that is being built in Sayre. Sunny has asked him to help in the design! He's really enjoying it and I think he's found an incredible opportunity in working for this family.
I'm still waitressing and going to school. Working towards the new year.
In light of the holiday season, I'd like to post one of my personal favorite songs of this time of year. This is "Old City Bar" by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. It's a song that encompasses the season for me.
Happy Christmas!
In an old city bar
That is never too far
From the places that gather
The dreams that have been
In the safety of night
With its old neon light
It beckons to strangers
And they always come in
And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The music was low
And the night
Christmas Eve
And here was the danger
That even with strangers
Inside of this night
It's easier to believe
Then the door opened wide
And a child came inside
That no one in the bar
Had seen there before
And he asked did we know
That outside in the snow
That someone was lost
Standing outside our door
Then the bartender gazed
Through the smoke and the haze
Through the window and ice
To that corner streetlight
Where standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was a girl the child said
Could no longer get home
And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The bartender turned
And said , not that I care
But how would you know this?
The child said I've noticed
If one could be home
They'd be already there
Then the bartender came out from behind the bar
And in all of his life he was never that far
And he did something else that he thought no one saw
When he took all the cash from the register drawer
Then he followed the child to the girl across the street
And we watched from the bar as they started to speak
Then he called for a cab and he said J.F.K.
Put the girl in the cab and the cab drove away
And we saw in his hand
That the cash was all gone
From the light that she had
wished upon
If you want to arrange it
This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this
Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbour
Or even a stranger
And to know who needs help
You need only just ask
Then he looked for the child
But the child wasn't there
Just the wind and the snow
Waltzing dreams through the air
So he walked back inside
Somehow different I think
For the rest of the night
No one paid for a drink
And the cynics will say
That some neighbourhood kid
Wandered in on some bums
In the world where they hid
But they weren't there
So they couldn't see
By an old neon star
On that, night, Christmas Eve
When the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
And in case you should wonder
In case you should care
Why we on our own
Never went home
On that night of all nights
We were already there
Then all at once inside that night
He saw it all so clear
The answer that he sought so long
Had always been so near
It's every gift that someone gives
Expecting nothing back
It's every kindness that we do
Each simple little act
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Saturday, October 08, 2005
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I started waitressing at the London Underground on Market Street recently. It's going fairly well, though it took me long enough to catch on. Usually make decent tips, though no one wanted to dine last night apparently....only made $30 for a Friday! ARRGHH
The wedding plans will not be picked up again until January, when I get a moment. :)
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
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1. Thinking I'm right all the time.
2. Lack of Self-motivation
3. Not doing the dishes at night
4. Forgetfullness
Name Four Things You Wish You Had:
1. All of my old cd's from my parents house.
2. A steady decent income
3. A car with license, registration, and insurance handled
4. A farm for my dog
Name Four Scents You Love:
1. Vanilla
2. Sage, Onion, and Poultry together
3. Oatmeal Cookies Baking
4. The Hershey Factory
Name Four People That Know You the Best:
1. Bryon Sullivan
2. Charles Hassler
3. Deborah Hassler
4. Megan Clinton
Name Four Things You’d Never Wear:
1. Short Shorts.
2. Anything skimpy
3. Animal Print
4. Red Lipstick
Name Four Things You Are Thinking about Now:
1. Excited about Bry's meeting on Monday
2. Cleaning the Kitchen
3. Making a grocery list
4. Can't wait to see Bryon
Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:
1. Listed some stuff
2. Went to Wegmans
3. Called around looking for a job
4. Read more in my book
Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:
1. Milk
2. Starbucks Latte
3. Sundried Tomato Pretzel at Starbucks
4. Shirt at Wal-mart
Name Four Bands/Groups Most People Don’t Know You Like:
1. Journey
2. Metallica
3. Chris Botti
4. Big & Rich
Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:
1. Crystal Light
2. Water
3. Diet Citrus Green Tea
4. Latte
First Grade Teacher’s Name?: Mrs. Mathias
Last Words You Said: Idiot
Last Song You Sang?: Sarah McLachlan - Good Enough
Last Person You Hugged?: Mom
Last Thing You Laughed At?: Idiot Martha Painter today. She's this lady who's like 75 but with a brain about 150 years old. She's a freaking fruit loop. Waltzes into the warehouse and starts wandering. She drives me nuts! Not to mention her wig is just never straight....you'd think people would check for things like that before heading out into public?!? She almost walked right off the dock today.
Last Time You Said ‘I Love You’: Around 1 pm
Last Time You Cried: Yesterday
What’s in your CD player?:Sarah McLachlan - Mirrorball
What Color Socks Are You Wearing?: White
What’s Under Your Bed?: Oh probably a hard flour tortilla, a chewed up water bottle, a few bottle caps, maybe an english muffin or two. My dog hordes her findings under there on occasion.
What Time Did You Wake Up Today?: 8:30 am
Current taste?: Brownie and Milk, made better by the fact that Bry-Bry made them.
Current Hair?: Dirty blonde with natural blonde highlights (the kind from the sun, not a box).....held back by a pair of black shades
Current Clothes?: White Tee Shirt and Blue Jeans, Reebok's
Current Annoyance: The amount of mucas in my face.
Current Longing?: To be able to breathe clearly through my nose
Current Desktop Picture?: The Shelbster
Current Worry?: I won't get the kitchen clean and my mother in law will evict me.
Current Hate?: Snot
Favorite Physical Feature of The Opposite Sex?: His eyes.....and his voice on the phone.....his arms.....he's stomach...oh the list....I can't pick just one!
Last CD You Bought: Surfacing
Favorite Place To Be: Barnes and Noble or Soul Full
Least Favorite Place?: Warehouse in the summer
If You Could Play An Instrument?: I prefer vocals, but I dig that my bros can play guitar
Favorite Color?: Purple and Earth Tones
Do You Believe In An Afterlife?: Depends on the day
How Tall Are You?: 5'7 3/4"
Current Favorite Word/Saying: Decorum
Favorite Season: Fall
One Person from Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back and Talk To: Mrs. Bates
Favorite Day: Everyday
Where would you like to go?: England, Yorkshire to be specific
What Is Your Career Going to Be Like?: To teach English and Literature
How Many Kids Do You Want: 2 or 4
Favorite Car: Chrysler 300c
Saturday, August 06, 2005
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My adviser for the day was quite the strange one, but endearingly so. He couldn't get over my middle name. Said it was like music. Apparently, in his opinion I should be going by S. Talia Hassler. He was the type in board shorts and a tank top with hiking books that he promptly removed once seated in the office. He made it simple, explaining stuff to me without the administrative BS. Regardless, it was a fairly good event.
I suppose I'm looking at Syracuse University for my B.A. Bry is looking into ITT in Syracuse as well.....looks right, doesn't it?
Friday, August 05, 2005
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In other news, just finished the latest JD Robb book. It was intensely creepy, which is strange for her I think. It had more of a Dean Koontz feel, but was still Eve Dallas at the core. It was the first book of hers that gave me the creeps. I don't want to get into the why, as it would spoil it for those soon to read it, but wow. Not gory, not hugely disasterous, not anything like the other books have been before. It was all so large in scale that it was almost difficult to fathom. You know what, I'm just gonna throw this out there....two words: QUIET BIRTH
Stephanie finally finished with the Harry Potter books...though she has yet to lend me the Da Vinci code. I may very well have to go out and buy it...ugghh..oh well, another trip to Barnes and Noble! I will have to wait though, we don't have the money this weekend.
Anyway, about the Harry Potter books, Rachel now has them, but I'm next on the list. I need to review a few of the older books. I also found a great site for theories and explanations on the literature itself.
Here's one with predictions on book seven: Here
And here's one on Deconstructing Rowling with great explanations of symbolism: Here
I may make the trip to B&N regardless, just to get in the afternoon read of The Hidden Key to Harry Potter. It's pretty interesting to know that a story you just love is filled to the brim with symbolism and deeper meaning. It satisfied my Harry Potter tooth for an afternoon at least!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
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Before we get to the good stuff, let me explain. If you haven't visited his blog lately, you won't understand. You see....he is a sad, sad, little man with no life and no job and nothing better to do than sit in front of the computer writing commentaries and opinion posts that are mildly interesting. No, I don't think the commentaries suck.
What I do find strange is his ability to remember a miniscule speck of time when someone pissed him off or annoyed him. He then takes that memory and draws a picture in GIMP of the alleged perpetrator. Not only this, but he is sure to include a ridiculously retarded saying on the tee shirt.
You can see a version of me Here
And also one of Bryon, Here
And now for my retort.....
I have nothing more to add on the matter. Go back to your lives.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
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Visited Barnes and Noble today with Bry and Adam. Found myself in the poetry section after a search for a chair came up empty. So of course, I searched for Yeats, my favorite poet. Though I say he is my favorite poet, I really have only ever loved one poem of his. It is entitled "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven". If you've never read it, you're in for a real treat....
http://www.online-literature.com/yeats/936/
Beautiful isn't it? Though I had searched through more of his works, I found none to it's likeness. However, today in the poetry section I found a book of William Butler Yeats' early works. I found the poems inside this book to be more of the style of Cloths of Heaven. Even more interesting, I found the reasons why the poetry style changed so dramatically from his early years to the latter....no more human a reason, a broken heart.
His early works were filled with dreams of the "old high way of love" for that of a woman who would never return the feeling. In fact, she would marry another.
Though many enjoy and emmulate his later works, (Noble Prize winner) his softer poems are the ones that touch the thread deep in my soul.
Another of my newly found favorites...."When You Are Old"
http://www.online-literature.com/yeats/937/