It must be a Monday....
Its just one of those days where nothing can be wonderful. Thoughts tread sluggishly and fall short of potenial. Every part of me is uncoordinated; bruised by banging into obstructions. My head pounds with lack of sleep and thoughts of failures. Do not bother with me today, I am in a surly disposition....................................*deep breath* Maybe this evening will be better.
About Me
- Scyldmaiden
- Lost in the Mid West, Wisconsin, United States
- The name scyldmaiden came from when I was reading "Beowulf" in school. The word "scyld" means and is pronounced "shield". Aspiring artist/author if I ever get anything finished. Like to think I can sing, but only with a choir. Gets lost in books far too easily. Takes a very large Black Lab to work. (He only barks at creepy truck drivers.) Can sort of act; likes Shakespear best. Loves being outside.(Except in extreme cold or heat.) Tries to grow in the Catholic faith.
5 comments:
Believe me, I know how you feel. Its times like that that make the fact that we live so far away even more painful for me. My only advice is to use those feelings of surliness to draw yourself ever closer to God. Times like that are trials for our own sanctification, and if we triumph we grow ever more perfect in our love of God.
"And that is an encouraging thought". And plus I'm always praying for you:)
And to steal a little phrase that a friend of mine wrote to my brother, "Keep your chin up, its easier to see God that way!"
I'm sorry I have as of yet not written back to you. School has been especially cruel this week. I will hopefully get one sent off today. God Bless!
Thanks.
I did find myself praying a lot more that day than normal. Maybe that is the point of bad days, so that God reminds us we can't do anything without him. Sanctification can be painful, but the reward is God. It is an encouraging thought that we can grow more perfect for Him. Good old Tolkien.
"Chin up!" I like it. It is always nice being able to count on someone praying for me. That thought did cross my mind yesterday. Thank you.
School can be such a pain. Don't worry about your letter, I don't mind waiting.
God bless you too.
Hey there.
Just in case life is still looking grey and bleak, I was thinking that you might need the lyrics to a song you might've heard recently on the radio, or phone, or whatever. You know. Just in case.
"You're With Stupid"
Reese Roper
He's burning the butane
he's got a wallet chain
he will show off his tattoos
He's almost six foot six
he's scoping all the chicks
while he's hanging on to you
And you're unaware that his eyes are never on you
he's working on his game
Just pretend that you're in love with whats-his-name
[Chorus:]
You're the one who's breaking every heart in here
you're with stupid
He's the one that should be crying in his beer
you're with stupid
Her face is all aglow
so pale like whitest snow
it's more than I can bear
I'm swallowing so hard
I'm keeping up my guard
I am trying not to swear
'Cause he's right there with his perfect arms around you
stabbing my heart through
If he wouldn't punch my face in, I'd say to you...
You're the one who's breaking every heart in here
you're with stupid
He's the one that should be crying in his beer
you're with stupid
You're the one who's causing every eye to tear
you're with stupid
I'm the one who wishes he could disappear
I feel stupid...stupid....
Finis!
Yeah, speaking of stupidity, I think I'll just post this and run away before I get 'assassinated'. Enjoy the lyrics, but don't take 'em seriously.
Or...not *too* seriously.
Oh, good! I didn't catch all the lyrics, I was laughing too hard.
Nice talking to you and Alex.
Sure thing, yo. Anytime you need two easily amused lounge singers, I'm sure Alex and myself will be able to give you some sort of a hand.
*chortle*
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