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| It took me ten minutes to find out how to add a new entryVery, very sad Xanga. This is why Wordpress pwns you people.
I keep coming across this old blog in my various scourings of my Firefox Bookmarks and, while I readily use my own blog (http://blog.doriennesmith.com) and now my Twitter (http://twitter.com/kaitco) more than I could ever hope to use Xanga, I'm still unsure about what to do with this place...
I had actually hoped some source of inspiration would come in the time it took me to write the above paragraph, but...it hasn't, so I suppose this is just another nonsensical post about nonsense. A meaning for my Xanga will come to me soon, but for now, I will just keep Twittering and WordPressing and just doing me until an idea strikes. | | |
| Leave a place for a year and a half and they start changing thingsHm...my Xanga. How I long for the days when I could write needless crap about my life within it.
I'm in the process of writing three novels. Flight, a novel is almost completed and I know I'll feel sad once it's done because I've spent the better part of the past two years working on it in one way or another. Now, I'm working on another SVU fanfiction novel, a Harry Potter fanfiction novel and, of course, my beloved very first novel.
I can't wait until it's done. I plan on wallpapering my library/second bedroom with rejection letters for it until one publisher realizes the genius on paper they will be holding and gives me a chance.
That's all for Xanga today. Perhaps more a week later... | | |
| And now it's time to leaveSo, for the past nine months, I've enjoyed all the wonderfulness that was Xanga. Unfortunately, however, my needs have now exceeded what Xanga can provide for me and it is time to move on to greener pastures.
I've moved all posts and comments from this blog to my own server and will be updating there thenceforth. Thank you for embarking on my Xanga journey and, now follow me into my own little word: blog.doriennesmith.com. | | |
| A moment.Yesterday, I sang in the Mass Choir for the first time. It was fun and we sang a lot of the songs I have loved throughout the time I have been coming to this church. I like the idea of singing in our choir. It feels like I am literally praising God (wow, that sounds corny), and I feel so good afterward.
Anyway, I've always wondered what is about that song "Stand." It's so emotional, no matter who leads it or which choir sings it. It always gets people to their feet and I had to fight back tears; not specifically happy tears, but just highly emotional. Then, came the altar call and I had to grab a tissue afterward. I looked around and half the people in the church were dabbing their eyes. I cried, not because of the song, but because during the prayer, I truly came to realize what our pastors had been saying for quite some time. At that moment I realized, every day with Jesus really is better than the day before. It was just an interesting moment for me, and it made me cry. | | |
| Serves me right for supporting anything from MichiganThe Cardinals won...bah. They only won because I didn't want them to win....
Anyway, the diet official starts tomorrow. Green beans for breakfast lunch and dinner, and carrots and fruit to fill in the empty spots if I feel like I'm hungry enough to eat my own thumb. It's nothing, but necessary though. I went out, to pick up my wings, of course, and when I put on my winter coat, the same winter coat that could fit me with a hoodie on, the bloody coat just barely fit. And I was wearing a t-shirt!
I was so disgusted with myself as I had to mildly struggle to fit the buttons. There is no excuse for all this nonsense. I must have gained forty pounds in the past year! Forget the new's resolutions, forget the to-do lists! I'm just going to eat green beans until I fit my coat properly again.
I can't believe this is coming as such a shock to me. I've seen it developing day by day, week after week, month after month. And here I am. I'm not sad or depressed or ready to cry. I'm just angry! Angry with myself for allowing this to happen and then even angrier at myself because there's no one else to blame.
Grrr! Diet! Tomorrow! Huzzah! | | |
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