License, Love, Long Weeks...

Hello all faithful followers...

Sorry I haven't been posting in a while...Wheatstone was amazing though :)  I just got back from Houston on Saturday night and am now resting my mind, heart, and body from an amazing week. 

 Random note of interest...I am now a fully licensed driver!  Amazing!!!!!

At what point does love cease to become love, and become merely obsession?

THe myth of Orpheus and Eurydice is a fascinatingly tragic one...his one simple glance cost them both their happiness, and cost his beloved her life.  Was his love too obsessive, though?  He couldn't sacrifice that glance, and so lost her forever...Christ sacrificed all for us and gave us new life...

Just some thoughts for the week :)

A rose by any other name...

So I realized today, that although I've been regularly driving my grandma/dad's Cadillac Escalade for several months, I still have not given it a good name.  For those who know me, I have a penchant for naming inanimate objects-my laptop is Chesterton, my dad's/my Acura is Eliot, my iPod is Darcy, my piano is Cecelia, and my keyboard is Autumn.  Therefore, to name the car I currently drive is of high import to me...but I'm stuck on a name.  I want to name it after a favorite composer, but I can't figure out exactly which one fits a large (suburban-size), boxy, slightly touchy, tan-coloured car.  Right now I'm thinking possibly Rachmaninoff, Beethoven, Brahms, or Tchaikovsky.  What do you all think?  Please, give me suggestions :)   If it would really help, maybe I'll post a picture of the car :)  

A Sad Day

Today was a sad day in the life of a certain young and forgetful teenager.  Today, said teenager forgot something very important, and it will end up costing her dearly.  

Today as you all know is Tuesday.  And in the area in which I dwell, Tuesdays mean something.  

Now to those of you who might think you know where this is going, no I did not forget my Hobbes reflection essay at home.  Now that would have been a tragedy indeed.  But fortunately my paper is safe in the hands of Mr. Bartel.

No, in addition to papers being due, Tuesdays also mean something else...namely, street sweeping.  However, due to the pressing demands of Hobbes, Bach, and sundry other things in my mind, I had not remembered this.  Being the loving and serving daughter that I was, I decided to let my mom park in the garage when she got home.  But since she was not home yet, I parked on the street to wait for her.  

Yes, I was parked on the street when the street sweeper came.  Yes, I did get a parking ticket.  Yes, it will cost me precious dollars and cents that could have been spent on Dante or Chesterton or Bach or Rachmaninoff.  But today, I experienced a part of what it means to be an adult.  I made a mistake, and I need to pay for it.  I learned a lesson, and in that sense, perhaps today could be called a happy day.

Rejoice all ye who read this blog...

...for as of Monday the 4th of August, I am now a licensed driver!!!   Hip hip hooray for me!   So far since I've gotten my license I have...

1) driven to the grocery store for croutons and sliced turkey, and

2) driven to piano lessons since my sister was sick and not going.  

Oh the wonders of being able to drive by yourself wherever you want...as long as a car is available.  Next step...save enough to buy myself  a car :)

Under the mercy,

Elizabeth