Paper LJ - In bed

I should be sleeping. But problem is, my roommate is crying nextdoor. I can hear her through this cardboard wall which is convieniently next to my bed.

I can really not understand why she cries. Her boyfriend came over tonight, cooked for her, and they watched tv. I can only understand that she has Borderline Syndrom and that her mind works very differently from my own.

Crush not so big anymore since I was riggedly pushed with my head onto the bare and depressed crying person.

Call me rude and selfish, I don’t care what you say. I can’t hold her hand forever and she has never asked for my help either. So do you mind if I try to get some sleep?

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I was inspired! Wrote a speech for the service and read the entire book of John, you know the last book from the bible. V. Good! But I’m going to try and sleep now.

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I still didn’t sleep until 4 am so that must be why I am so emotionally easily influenced.

Why is it that everytime I see that clip from Live – I will overcome, that my heart breaks again?
How can the people in New York live with the remains of their co-workers buried in some big pile of rubbish, mud, and steel? To live in Holland, is to not be every day confronted with the terrible sight of humans in despair, people’s lives being lost. To live in Holland, also is to forget a bit every day. I cried when we held a small service and prayed for the people in America. But that was so long ago. I couldn’t dare think how I would feel if I lived in New York, meeting the people who’s lives have been altered forever, who’ve lost half of their family and friends. I don’t know.

I wrote this last Sunday. I thought it was appropriate


I prithee not to come to aid
For nothing at all is wrong
Pray, leave me in this silent day
Where all of us belong


When I read back the previous entries about not helping my roommate, I can’t. I can not not help her, right? I mean, she’s asleep now I suppose, but I can not live with myself either when I know I have turned my back on a person who needs my help. There was some passage in the bible about that. Somewhere. Why don’t these bibles come with a proper index where you can look up what you’re looking for in an instant and quote that?

Because probably, you would learn less.

Here it is. Now I have a Dutch Bible at home so I will translate it myself. Therefor it could differ from the original text from your English bible.

Dutch:
1 Johannes 4: 20
Indien iemand zegt: ik heb God lief, doch zijn broeder haat, dan is hij een leugenaar; want wie zijn broeder, dien hij gezien heeft, niet liefheeft, kan (ook) God, dien hij niet gezien heeft, niet liefhebben.

English:
1 John 4: 20
When someone says: I love God, but hates his brother than he is a liar, because who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, can’t love God (either), whom he has not seen.

Paper LJ (in class)

Seriously considering laying my books aside and taking a nap on the floor. Floor still is softer than chair. Me sa bored. Sigh. Giggling with TC is great but not for entire class. Sit back and fall asleep against the wall. Good alternative.

Had lollipop and numerous gory visuals. Like I said: me sa bored. And uninspired. Which is not so good because that rules out drawing and writing. Floor looks good. Gory, filthy, dirty, and soft. Why oh why didn't I bring my nailfile?

Would it be considered rude if I would put on my walkman and giggle about Peter Pan Speedrock? Guess so. Bummer. Even Samgar is looking considerably better than beginning of class. But shhh. That be secret.

I can't believe there would be anything more boring than Language control. That guy had sometimes the idea he was making a funny remark, thought he was popular, so we could laugh at him (also in his face, yes).

This dude just nags on about some boring parts of the law. Civil Law nag nag naggernagnag. Sigh. Me thinks sleeping on desk not to appear absent. Still is sleeping though.

About nineteen of the approximately 28 people in this room are boring their brains out. (gory visual). Why not count each and every one of them? Well I do have the time: 30 minutes and counting till the end of class. But not the eagerness to do so.

I wanna throw something. Real bad. A pen or such. Something small.

TC is actually paying attention because she wants to pass this course. Good point. Too boring though. Floor still looks yummy for nap.

Me ponders gerading fellow students. Attractiveness, attentive factor (is he/she paying attention? NO? GOOD!) and reaction to flirting. Too braindead to do so. Next class perhaps. Can the effects of Law-class be reversed? Will Jane Starz ever fully wake up (again?). Find out next on: CHE live!

I need coffee. It is 15.45 by now and the class has become this much better: from terms of law to discrimination of women. Still not entirely awake though.

People are packing bags. Is it over?

At home

The assignment for school was less than I expected. I also believe I am fully awake again. It was about time, since that Law lesson this afternoon. Only 15 more minutes and I would have slept.

I made a poster for the Bezinning (the small service on Friday) I am very satisfied with what I made. I’m also considering putting it up on my site. I already translated it to English in case Luke shows up. So I can hand him something. I suppose he already know dutch. Giggle. *remembers the red book*. Oo, nasty!

Had some good vibes tonight on my guitar. I really should write it down. But can’t.

Well I’m just going to hop into the shower, fold my cleaned laundry and sleep. About time too. Tomorrow I’ll be in school for the week assignment anyway so I can help if neccessary.