Hi.
My teeth really hurt today. I went to the dentist and they did their usual bang up job of scraping out my gums. Yeah, uh, OUCH.
I'm having bloggers block today, so sorry if this really sucks. Also, no transitions today.
I started writing an open letter to Gillian Anderson today during study hall. So far its 2 and a half pages. If I ever finish it, and it turns out to not be outrageously long, I'll post it here. If it is too long, I'll probably post a brief outline.
Speaking of open letters, my email to Frank is... Well, it's coming along. It still has a while to go... Once I get all my ideas down I will have to edit them together to form a coherent email. Which will be challenging.
I picked Kentucky as the NCAA champs, FYI.
Hopefully I will get some more sleep tonight. If not, I have something that will help, a blogger with a wordpress account. Her blog is called Musings of an X-Phile and it is everything I wish this blog could be. She has absolutely stunning insight on the touchstone speech; I've never thought of it that way before, and it was so lovely to read.
Also, I think I might possibly have the All Things VoiceOver memorized. (I watched it again today for like the 7th time... Not that I'm keeping track). This is from memory, the proof is in possibly small missing words. Unless I get incredibly lucky...
Time passes in moments, moments which, rushing past, define the path of a life just as surely as they lead towards it's end. How rarely do we pause to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is of our own making, or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed. But what if we could pause, stop to take stop of these moments? Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And then, seeing those, choose another path?
Things got a little choppy there at the end... I'll have to check my work, I think I butchered the last two sentences...
I guess Gillian will just have to forgive me.
-Haley
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