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Last update

Mon, 12 Jul 2004 12:36:20 GMT

I have a new LJ. So please you, go to silverolive5 and check it out!
Pax,
Magz:)
Heb. 13:5

Fair thee well

Fri, 18 Jun 2004 15:00:28 GMT

I'm off to Romania! This will be last entry for the next two weeks or so, so excuse me if I don't update much. My plane leave's @ 4:00, yet
Joe wants me to get there by 1:30. Go figure. This is really unbelievable, me going so far away. I hear Frankfurt customs are lockdown strict, so I'm a little nervous, even if I didn't pack anything that could remotely be used to kill the captain. Those military types frighten me.
See you when I get back!
Pax,
Magz:)
Heb. 13:5

Blue orange

Wed, 16 Jun 2004 14:52:37 GMT

Blue orange is the only way to describe how I'm feeling, and I suppose it's my favorite feeling. Orange has always meant to me that everything is alright, but blue is there to bring me at least to sky level in reality. And I guess I saw a painting once, Monet-esque, that was blues, oranges, and purples. I think it was a child reading on a rock my a tree. The sun was setting, I guess.
I'm not sure if you have heard, but I don't think violence is right. Granted, several nations, including my own have been founded by it, but not every nation was founded by violence. Canada, hello!I sometimes think if there has never been a war, there wouldn't be so many nations. In fact, the people of this world would be a lot closer. Violence just isn't something I deem as necessary. Violence just caused a lot of problems in the lives of my older friends, and the last thing this world needs are more problems.
However, I've been thinking about something...more than usual, in fact. Andrew was talking about how I wouldn't fight for my friends because I didn't want to give up my innocence (like I had any to begin with) to stop them from getting hurt. I was beginning to change my mind about how that would stand out. Me, not sacrificing something that I think I have, but really don't, for my friend. I mean, that's proud! It's not worht it if I'm not giving up everything in me for my friend, even my innocence. So maybe I should fight for them.
Again, more thinking. I fight differently, really differently. I am Christian, as most of you know. And Christ didn't even deffend himself when he was being beaten to a pulp. Why? Because he loved even the guards that were beating him, and would not hurt them. I believe he had the power to. I believe he could have wiped out every magistrate within 250,000 cubits of him, and then some. But he didn't. He loved them, and if you want to say he loved them too much, go ahead. But I figure Jesus was right. I'm not going to hurt you, even if you hurt me.
Maybe, though, I shouldn't tell you to do the same. That's not fair to you, any of you. And I've gotten angry because you didn't agree with me. But that was wrong. Really wrong. I keep forgetting that you are each your own man, and that I should love you for that. I mean, people are able to defend them selves for a reason, right? I tend to think it's only against predators, but maybe not. My way of defense is simply different, in that I would literally give my life and love to you by dying for you. But I don't have any innocence to sacrifice, I'm afraid.

Alteras! I leave for Romania on Friday, and it's really hard to believe. I found out what currency they use, and I thought it was very interesting. I think it's spelled Lei, pronounced Lay, but I'm not sure. They also use florens, Hungarian currency. And I think the exchange rate is something like 32,000 lei to a dollar. I makes me laugh.
~*Romanian Wedny's comercial*~ And naow, only fourty-five t'ousand lei!
I'm going shopping with my friend, Carrell Hambrick, @ Walmart this afternoon fo anything else we might need for Romania. Then Marc wants me to help him pick out a new pair of glasses, fun times to near-sighted freaks like us. His mum can't stand his current pair. And then, I dunno, maybe go back to his place and watch more anime. One of his favorites seems to be coming out with a new episode every week, which is slightly disturbing. I pictured thousands of little Japanese women in a factory, mass producing this anime. Marc also sent me photos of his trip to Japan, including a photo of a vending machine.
Funny thing about the vending machine. They sold bottled coffee supposedly from the mountains of Georgia. I'm thinking they're talking Baltic, not Atlantic, because, last time I checked, GA, USA didn't grow coffee. .... But....you never know! ~*creepy fingers*~ There was one shot of both him and his dad at Mos Burgers, which caught their reflection in the window while Marc took the shot. I haven't gotten through all the photos yet, but I have a hunch that's the only one of both Marc and his dad. Marc told me photo # 20 had tulips on it, and I was all, "Hmmm, tulips!" Then went to photo 20 and saw no tulips. There were, however, several irises, which I think he might have thought were tulips.
One of the photos of him made me giggle. These photos were huge, so it took me a while to look around them. So one photo showed pond, pond, pond, Marc, pond, pond. It was was just sort of startling. It was cute, but kind of out of nowhere.
Carrell brought back Brittish candies! I love Brittish chocolate, it's so light! This time she got me an Aero bar (all bubbles and chocolate), smarties, which are a Nestle nock off of M&M's, and a Kinderegg, which is like a wonderball. It's a huge chocolate egg, dark on the outside, white on the in, with a toy inside. I got Jerry, from Tom and Jerry, on a surfboard, which is set on a plastic wave. Very funny, very cute. The Aero bar looks like solid chocolate on the outside, but inside it's got chocolate bubbles!
I have to write a letter now, so I'll get back with one more entry tomorrow, before I leave for Romania.
Pax,
Magz:)
Heb. 13:5

part III

Wed, 09 Jun 2004 00:41:35 GMT

AND I MISS MARC! He's only been away since sunday, but he'll have virtually no communication with me while he's in Kyoto. I told him before he left that I was going to send him e-mails this week, even though he won't read them whilst he's there, but I still want him to know I was thinking of him while he was out, and he hardly reads my LJ. He still hasn't seen my hair, lol, wonder what he'll think. Ok! 'S'all for now!
Pax,
Magz:)
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part II

Wed, 09 Jun 2004 00:37:32 GMT

I'm also kinda sick of the ciriculum. It's so church propoganda, and you know the kids don't care. Never the less, I have my vows to hold to with the kids, which I've had since they were baptized.
The biggest trial with my class (yes, I'm teaching) it that there are about seven guys to fourteen girls, but it just doesn't seem that way. The boys are the biggest handful in the world, but they're not nearly as shy as the girls.

Hair and Kids

Wed, 09 Jun 2004 00:31:23 GMT

You know, the moment I cut my hair, it starts growing back faster than I ever imagined. Eh, guess that happens.
So, in other news, I've been doing VBS for the last two days, and all 704 kids have nearly worn me to a nub already. Yes, 704, not without the help of fifty or so volunteer parents and kids like myself, but none the less, I'm exhausted. Yeah, I also said volvunteers, which means no pay. Now, of course, I love kids, but kids in such a mass quantity, you'd think three was more to it than something to put on a resume.

Hair

Sat, 05 Jun 2004 01:25:03 GMT

For all of you who have known me with hair about two feet or so long, forget that. My hair now, at it's longest, comes to the start of my neck. Ten inches of it went to Locks of Love, and weighed 1.5 lb's. It felt rather like a small cat to hold the dismembered braid.
That's all for now.
Pax,
Magz:)
Heb. 13:5

Last night, or rather this morning

Sun, 30 May 2004 13:25:10 GMT

When it's midnight-ish, and you're tired, and you're too tired to sleep, what would you do? Answer if you wish, but I'm probably not going to think much of it. Anyways, I would go onto AIM and see if thre are any other crazy peoples on, tired as me. (shout out to Carrell "Crizazy as a daisy!") Well, I found two peoples as tired and restless as I. So I sat up a while, with one talking about the rises and falls of societies, with another talking about what we did today and what effect it might have on us later in the day. When the one with whom I was speaking of society left me, I was left with but one buddy, who is one of my favorite buddies. So we're gabbing a bit, and then I remember to ask a question that I'd been trying to work around for a while.
I tell him, "Many people ask me if we're seeing one another. I don't know what to tell them, because I don't know how you feel. So I'm asking you how you feel."
He said many had asked him this the same and asked me how I felt. Needless to say, this would be awkward, but it was midnight, the fireflies were flying about my window, and I felt very well. I told him that I had asked him to see me once before, and he said no. So I was not going to ask him again. So he asked, and for his first time, successfully. With that great tension off of the both of us, I began to giggle. No matter how hard you try in this situation, there's going to be a giggle. Though, they had to be supressed because the rest of the house was asleep.
I love him dearly, and I think I can say that now without scaring him, or at least hope that much is true. His name is Marc Bruce, and he's a sweetheart.
Contrary to my habbits, I slept well last night. No dreams, no frights, just assurance that God was with me last night. Marc was actually the first person who had me deciding on a boyfriend with God in mind. I did love him long before this morning, and in fact he marked the day I figured out that no relationship is whole without God. God is love, this I learned later, but God seemed to me to guide a relationship.
I'm really happy. Marc is one of the greatest gifts in my life, and I thank God for him.
Pax,
Magz:)
Heb. 13:5

Smells like rain

Sat, 29 May 2004 04:10:17 GMT

So, some of you might have heard me say once, twice, millions of times, depending on who you are that I would always love you. And those of you who took the initiative to read my script. piece might know that, too, if I didn't tell you that I would love you no matter what. Guys, I meant that. Someone's already forgotten, doubt he ever checks my LJ anyway. You have to believe that I will always love you. You must believe that, and I can not stress enough how important it is that you believe me. Hard as it is, I will always love you. Nothing can change that.
Pax,
Magz:)
Heb. 13:5

Seventh, Last call

Sat, 29 May 2004 03:58:50 GMT

aboon dabashmaya
    nethkadash shamak
    tetha malkoothak
    newe tzevyanak
    aykan dabashmaya af bara
    hav lan lakma dsoonkanan yamanawashbook lan
    kavine aykana daf hanan shabookan lhayavine
    oolow talahn lanesyana
    ela fatsan men beesha

Sixth Call

Sat, 29 May 2004 03:58:00 GMT

Mi Atyánk, aki a mennyekben vagy,
    szenteltessék meg a Te neved,
    jöjjön el a Te országod,
    legyen meg a Te akaratod
    amint a mennyben, úgy a földön is.
    Mindennapi kenyerünket add meg nekünk ma,
    és bocsásd meg vétkeinket,
    miképpen mi is megbocsátunk az ellenünk vétkezõknek,
    és ne vígy minket kísértésbe,
    de szabadíts meg a gonosztól.
    Ámen

Fifth call

Sat, 29 May 2004 03:57:04 GMT

E TO MATOU MATUA I TE RANGI KIA TAPU TOU INGOA
    KIA TAE MAI TOU RANGATIRATANGA.
    KIA MEATIA TAU E PAI AI KI RUNGA KI TE WHENUA,
    KIA RITE ANO KI TO TE RANGI.
    HOMAI KI A MATOU AIANEI HE TARO MA MATOU MO TENEI RA,
    MURUA O MATOU HARA, ME MATOU HOKI E MURU NEI I O TE HUNGA
    E HARA ANA KIA MATOU.
    AUA HOKI MATOU E KAWEA KIA WHAKAWAIA, ENGARI WHAKAORANGIA MATOU I TE KINO
    NOU HOKI TE RANGATIRATANGA,
    TE KAHA ME TE KORORIA,
    AKE, AKE, AKE, AMINE.

fourth

Sat, 29 May 2004 03:55:52 GMT

o-gi-do-da ga-lv-la-di-he-hi
ga-lv-quo-di-yu ge-se-s-di de-tsa-do-v-i
tsa-gv-wi-yu-hi ge-sv wi-ga-na-nu-go-i
a-ni-e-lo-hi wi-tsi-ga-li-s-da ha-da-nv-te-s-gv-i
na-s-gi-ya ga-lv-la-di tsi-ni-ga-li-s-di-ha
ni-da-do-da-qui-sv o-ga-li-s-da-yv-di s-gi-v-si go-hi-i-ga
di-ge-s-gi-v-si-quo-no de-s-gi-du-gv-i
na-s-gi-ya tsi-di-ga-yo-tsi-na-ho tso-tsi-du-gi
a-le tla-s-di u-da-go-le-ye-di-yi ge-sv wi-di-s-gi-ya-ti-nv-s-ta-nv-gi
s-gi-yu-da-le-s-ge-s-di-quo-s-gi-ni u-yo ge-sv-i
tsa-tse-li-ga-ye-no tsa-gv-wi-yu-hi ge-sv-i
a-le tsa-li-ni-gi-di-yi ge-sv-i
a-le e-tsa-lv-quo-di-yu ge-sv ni-go-hi-lv-i
Amen

thrice

Sat, 29 May 2004 03:52:27 GMT

Ar n-Athair a ta air ne\amh,
    Gu naomhaichear t' ainm.
    Gu'n tigeadh do ri\oghachd,
    Gu'n deanar do thoil air thalamh,
    mara nithear air ne\amh,
    Tabhair dhuinn an diugh ar n-aran lathail,
    Agus maith dhuinn ar fiachan
    mar a mhaitheamaid d' ar luchd-fiach,
    Agus na leig sinn am buaireadh,
    ach saor sinn o olc,
    Oir is leatsa an ri\oghachd, agus an cumhachd
    agus a' ghlo\ir, gu siorruidh, Amen

twice I call

Sat, 29 May 2004 03:51:31 GMT

Avinu shebashamayim
    yitkadesh shimcha, tavo malchutecha,
    yease retsoncha kebashamayim ken ba'aretz.
    Et lechem chukenu ten lanu hayom,
    uslach lanu al chataeinu,
    kefi shesolchim gam anachnu
    lachot'im lanu.
    Veal tevienu lijdei nisajon
    ki im chaltzenu min hara.
    Ki lecha hamamlacha hagvura
    vehatif'eret leolmei olamim.
    Amen.

call

Fri, 28 May 2004 19:16:13 GMT

Pater (h)emon (h)o en tois ouranois
(h)agiastheto to onoma sou
eltheto (h)e basileia sou
genetheto to thelema sou
(h)ws in ourano kai epi ges
Ton arton (h)emon ton epiousion dos (h)emin semeron
kai aphes (h)min ta opheilemata (h)mon
(h)os kai (h)emeis aphekamen tois opheiletais (h)mon
kai me eisenegkes (h)mas eis peirasmon
alla (h)rusai (h)mas apo tou ponerou

quizzy

Thu, 27 May 2004 18:56:15 GMT

Aramis.
Intelligent, and cunning. You are the plan maker,
and like to avoid bloodshed. You're the secret
leader of the Jesuits, and fight for freedom
from poverty. You're also a priest, and long
for forgiveness.

Which of the four musketeers are you? (With decent pictures)
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Major family issue

Thu, 27 May 2004 01:12:57 GMT

My great Uncle, Spike, has contracted lung cancer for the second time, is currently in the hospital, and is not expected to live. He's been dead set on not being a part of our family for the last thirty or so years, so no one's spoken wiht him since my great gram died. My Gram adn her other brother, Bruce, have flown down to be with him until further notice. Now, this is kinda slippery. The last time my gram saw him, she had quite a face off with both him and his wife. Same with Bruce. His wife isn't the sweetest lady you'll come accross, either. So, for those who will, I need prayers for my family. This is a very big deal, and I hope it goes well.
Pax,
Magz:)
Heb. 13:5

hard

Tue, 25 May 2004 02:30:18 GMT

What happens when the hard thing to do becomes easy, and the easy becomes hard? And what if we're told that that hardest thing is right? Well then what's right?

Nice feeling

Mon, 24 May 2004 23:55:12 GMT

I feel really fantastic. I woke up this morning feeling pained and dry, but then I washed up and went for a jog, so now I feel totally rehabilittated. REMEMBER, IF YOU FEEL RATHER NASTY AND HAVE TO OPPORTUNITY, GO FOR A JOG!!! Makes all that difference, especially when you haven't gone jogging for a while ( ~*mouths from the back and gestures to self*~ ME...ME!) And going out in the middle of the afternoon during summer was really nice, quiet, and I would only expect it to be quiter at night. I'd like to jog at night, but that's just not the best idea.
Pax,
Magz:)
Heb. 13:5

Dracula

Sat, 22 May 2004 18:34:30 GMT

I couldn't write much about the film last night, but now I have enough time, so I shall.
I'm thinking the film was geared towards a pretty dense audience, because the writing was horrible, melodramatic cleches throughout. Though, I think it particularly bothered me that the writers had a VERY basic idea of vampires, which most lore does not agree with. I've done my studying on the 18th century, Eastern European nachezher raids, which is mostly legend, but still this was a just a masacre of 20th century vampiric liturature.
First off, vampires don't have wings, though they do fly. The only way they could possiblyb have wings is if the spirit of one took up residence the body of a raven or a bat, but they do not turn into massive creatures created by rather creative imaginations. They way they fly is...hard to explain. I've had dreams of vampires before, none in which they had wings, but rather they seemed forced into the air but something unknown and their body proceeded to tumble in and out of the air. That, of course, is only in my imagination, so I can't justify it at all. But it would make sense that that's what would happen.
SO vampiric lituartue is kind of getting on my nerves now.
Second, vampires, or nachezhers (literally translated "night wasters"), do not really think or do forthemselves. They are merely corpses supposedly rizen by satan to frighten people into doing his bidding. Of course, most of the lore traces back to the Catholic church if you research what it was tha would cause you to become a vampire: not going to confession regularly, being excommunicated, not going to mass, etc. Vampires themselves, however, are older than the Catholic church in such places as South America or Greece. But they became very handy tools for the Catholic church, you see.
The bevahior of the suspected vampires in the 18th century was really interesting, though. They were first thought to be portenders of death, at least until deaths started being attributed to them. They were said to have a "witches tool" called the evil eye or death eye. Basically, it was giving the victim a very nasty look, upon which they might die within 24 hours. To kill in mass quantities, a nachezher might climb to the belfries of churches and stare down at the townfolk from an enormous vantage point. The idea that vampires can not enter churches should not be limitted to this, though. Many were said to have flown to the top or climbed up the walls like a beast. If they did not possess the evil eye, they would do something that was even more deadly. They would ring the bells in the belfry and that would kill off anyone who heard it. Both of these tactics, however, were seldom used in the legends.
Most vampires were not even a day in the ground before they would show up at the front door of their families asking for food. They would only ask once, and if they were not given food, they would then proceed to eat the person who refused them. In one case, a farmer who was thrown from his plow when one of his horses was stung by a bee was killed. A day later, he appeared at the door of his son and asked for bread. The son refused him food because he did not believe it was his father. The farmer then broke the neck of his son, ravaged the kitchen, then killed the son's wife and children. Nine more victims in the town were claimed by the same corpse, until the church took action and dug up his grave. When they found him, new nails had grown under the old ones, new skin was appearing, his hair was longer (easily accounted for), and his teeth were sharpened, giving way to the idea that vampires had fangs. Hair continues to grow after death, but I'm not sure for how long. Though the appearance of new skin and nails was unsettling and unnatural. They then drpve a stake into the corpse, pinning it to the coffin's bottom. Fresh blood poured from his ears, eyes, and nose, which was also unnatural.
Supposedly this epidemic of vampires continued on for about twenty years throughout central and eastern Europe. And the first victims of all corpses were typically their families or close friends, who's bodies then also had to be burned.
Makes for interesting reading, really.
Pax,
Magz:)
Heb. 13:6

Small confession

Sat, 22 May 2004 03:31:13 GMT

Ok, if you haven't gone to see Van Helsing, this is a warning for those who vomit due to abhorrent writing and direction. It...well lets just say I've been laughing my ass off for the last two hours because it was pretty bad. It's given my brother all new comedic material to work with. I didn't listen to Marc or Mrs. Mski, and I should have. 'S'all I can say for now.
Pax,
Magz:)
Heb. 13:5

second quizzy

Thu, 20 May 2004 15:04:26 GMT

Beautiful dreams: Your dreams are filled with
fantasy and unicorns, dragons, fairies and
everything you dream about is beautiful :)

What sort of thing are you dreaming about?
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Quizzy

Thu, 20 May 2004 14:54:20 GMT

Congratulations! You are the Smiths - Hatful of
Hollow. To some you appear miserable and shy
but those who know you well realise you are
very witty and intelligent. You have a strong
desire to be different and hate it when people
are not true to themselves.

Which C.D are you?
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Part IV

Wed, 19 May 2004 23:31:04 GMT

Monica, I'm especially sorry to you. You've been doing everything you can to keep this group together and been working later, earlier, and harder than the three of us combined. Carolina, you've been calling me over and over again, and I feel liek I've failed you. Though, I know I shouldn't say that quite so soon. And Andy, you've been keeping up with the estrigen in the room like a champ, and I thank you so much. Guys, I'm so sorry for letting you down. This is an absolute nightmare, though I can't even imagine what I've done to you. So I'm going to go in on Sat. anyway to work, whether you include me or not.
Pax,
Magz.
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