Pieces of Today, Nov. 13th 2015

1. The ache of worked muscles and the feeling of sweaty skin.

2. Quoting Shakespeare at the sun as it rises. (But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?) 

3. The feeling of victory when I write a perfectly described sentence.

4. Tears as sad music plays in the background (And I'd tell you that I miss you but I'm sure...it doesn't matter at all.) 

5. Getting a bit creeped out with all the stuff DuoLingo makes me learn to say:

6. Hallelujah, hallelujah! Because remember when I moved in you? The Holy Dove was moving too...and every breath we drew was hallelujah. (I did my best, it wasn't much. I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch.) 

7. The pure, unadulterated joy of contrast between sunshine on skin and dampness on earth-soaked feet.

8. I'm sailing away... so set an open course for the virgin sea. 

9. Lamplight on notebooked scribblings and essayed mythologies and rambling, nonsensical emotions.

10. And as a final note:

Pieces of Today, Oct. 26 2015

1. Rain and the squishiness of soaked earth.

2. The fact that there are Star Wars fans everywhere...and some of them probably don't even know it.

3. The feeling of freshly clean fabric on my skin.

4. Old notes stuck in my Bible.

5. Brilliance from months past:

6. The odd noises my brother makes when he wants to irritate me.

7. "...holding to a form of godliness, although they have denied its power..." 2 Timothy 3:5

8. The prospect of making a certain delicacy for a certain gathering.

9. The immense feeling of the inadequacy of my own talents that comes when I see a beautiful work of art.

10. Those moments when you have to stop and examine your life because you realize that you have no idea why: 

Pieces of Today, Oct. 4th 2015

#1. Glazed doughnuts and clean clothes. 

#2. Till We Have Faces and its haunting accuracy. 

#3. A bit of a polyvore addiction: erinblake18.polyvore.com.

#4. "...and...if you do not want to see me again...I would understand." 

#5. Ahem. A-hem: 

#6. Sleeping in ashes and a pile of blankets by a campfire. 

#7. The complete faith of my friends: 

#8. "Paint yourself a picture of what you wished you looked like." 

#9. Forgetting what I was going to say. 

#10. Writing poetry and then realizing it doesn't flow right. 

Pieces of Today, Sep. 23rd 2015

#1. Bible studies and acapella hymns.

#2. Oreo crumbs scattered over my chin.

#3. The scent of freshly washed hair brushing my cheek.

#4. "Men may come and men may go, but I go on forever."

#5. Elefanten elsker vin, and the splendid images that produces.

#6. This simple truth:

#7. The exaggerated shriek Mom makes when making a sharp turn in the car.

#8. Benjamin Franklin's sarcasm.

#9. The smooth, clean paper in empty notebooks.

#10. And finding meaning in my history lesson:

Pieces of Today, Sep 19th 2015

#1. A Pound of Flesh and a hoarse voice to accompany it.

#2. That moment when my headphones are in and I think someone's calling my name but they're not.

#3. The Fairie Queen followed by loud rants at Sir Clueless and his inability to do anything.

#4. Somebody else's perfect application of lyrics:

#5. The scent of ink and feel of watercolor paper beneath my fingers. 

#6. "Courage, child." 

#7. Attempting to sing as high as Michael Jackson can while not damaging my throat. 

#8. Proving to all those people who think I'm intelligent...that I'm not:

#9. Trying to pronounce kvinnene and kjoler and vegetarianer, and making it sound stupid. 

#10. Attempting the bottle dance from Fiddler on the Roof and dropping the bottle of Mountain Dew, then forgetting about it and opening it in the middle of a friend's living room. Yes. I did that today. Splooooooosh. 

Pieces of Today, Sep. 17th 2015

#1. A bit of art I did for a friend:

#2. Some awkward DuoLingo time:

#3. Realizing I have responsibilities:

#4. And shirking them anyway.

#5. School. Just...school.

#6. "The problem is not the problem, the problem is your attitude about the problem."

#7. Black ink pens that work. 

#8. Composition books. Black composition books.

#9. iPods and Spotify.

#10. Screenshots. Lots of screenshots: