|
Jennifer Nohalani
|
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|02:34 am] |
Finally found a good lj app for the iPhone. I feel reborn. But I can't sleep because there are people having moany sex above me and three skater bois eating bluberry pie in the room next to me. The past few days have been traumatic for me. I'm depressed I think. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
|
|
| Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle |
[Jun. 10th, 2008|05:39 pm] |
| |
 |
| |
 |
I will marry Stephen . |
|
| |
  |
After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in New Hampshire in our fabulous Apartment. |
|
| |
 |
We will have 4 kid(s) together. |
|
| |
  |
Our family will zoom around in a blue audi. |
| |
 |
I will spend my days as a lawyer, and live happily ever after. |
|
| |
 |
| |
 |
|
|
| just because. |
[Sep. 12th, 2007|11:59 pm] |
On Turning Ten
The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.
You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.
This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
Billy Collins |
|
|
| so |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|09:28 pm] |
| [ | mmmood |
| |  tired | ] |
i'm at colby and it's so beautiful i feel guilty for being here. my room is small but cozy. i don't need anymore room than what i have. i've officially had each of my classes once. i'm taking two englishes and two histories. they're all going to be writing intensive and require a lot of reading, but the only one i'm quite worried about is critical theory.
for history, i'm taking HI200, which is the next level of general history, and HI413, which is a senior seminar on Joan of arc. My 200 class is big and straight forward and the professor is young and inspiring. The seminar only has 5 kids in the class, and we watched a 3 and a half hour movie of Joan of Arc. It's going to be fascinating though. It's so cool to study a topic so in depth. I can't wait.
again, critical theory is going to suck. it's my earliest class, and the first thing the professor said was that it was difficult and challenging. i'm just going to have to keep my head above the water, that's all. my poetry class is the shit. the teacher is really nerdy and kind, though very inexperienced with teaching and soft-spoken. he's almost monotone, which i find funny for a poet. i think it's going to be a great class, though. there are a lot of people in my class who i have seen around campus and found to be fascinating, and i can't wait to get to hear their thoughts and poetry. it's going to be fantastic.
i played soccer today with jessie and jennie and some boys. all of my friends are in my dorm except for 3. it's really crazy. at the activities fair, i did sign up for a lot of clubs to get involved, though. i want to meet new people. i joined habitat for humanity, democrats club, colby kids for edwards, amnesty international, volunteer center, mock trial, the GSA, students organized for black and hispanic unity, stitch and bitch, lit mag and pretty much anything else a friend of mine was running. i can't wait till my e-mail is stuffed with letters. yay.
oh! and i went to the campus rescue sale and got a blue futon for $25. rock on. |
|
|
| Why Lance Bass is more than an N' Snycer |
[Aug. 7th, 2007|04:39 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | N Sync- Sailing (haha) | ] |
"There are so many important issues at stake in this election, it’s difficult to pinpoint just one that’s the most important to me. I am very concerned about the environment, the ongoing war in Iraq, health care (especially the future of stem cell research) and many other domestic issues. However, since the upcoming Democratic debate will focus on LGBT issues, I’d like to discuss my feelings on why gay marriage is an important issue to me and why I think it should be supported by all the Democratic candidates. Bill Clinton promoted tolerance and acceptance of the LGBT community. He appointed the first openly gay senior level officials to the White House staff and fought for equal rights for LGBT Americans. His attitude and policies helped to lift the veil of shame that so many LGBT individuals have felt all their lives and helped pave the way for millions of LGBT Americans to begin to fight for equal rights. Over the years, the amazing progress the LGBT community has made has started to crumble. Many politicians have said that allowing gay marriage would somehow threaten the sanctity of marriage between a man and a woman, essentially saying that allowing gay people to marry tarnishes the institution of marriage. The underlying message is that gay people should be treated differently, aren’t worthy enough to share the title of marriage, and that the love shared between gay couples is somehow less than the love between straight couples. My main fear is for the LGBT youth in America and around the world who, for one reason or another aren’t able to cope or can’t escape their prejudice cities, towns and communities. I often wonder how many teens have committed suicide because they’re struggling with their sexuality and feel the incredible weight of the shame their community puts on homosexuality? I am hoping in this election we have Democratic candidates who feel as passionately about this issue as I do. By not supporting gay marriage we are teaching our youth that gays aren’t equal to straight people. We are teaching them that what they feel is wrong. What a terrible message to send to impressionable children and potentially devastating message to all the LGBT youth who may be living in an isolated environment struggling with being gay and feeling they have no hope and no one to turn to. I understand this issue isn’t going to win an election for the Democrats and may even cost votes, but supporting gay marriage is the right thing to do. I think that the Democratic Party needs to rise above the past and help all people have the right to marry whomever they choose. I want to live in a place where no one has to feel ashamed of who they are, who they choose to spend their life with and a place where everyone can make the choice if they would like to get married. Now is the time for our Democratic candidates to stand strong and fight for what’s right.”
- Lance
|
|
|
| i posted this the week before we started dating, about him. |
[May. 3rd, 2007|02:33 am] |
funny how things come full circle.
(March 2, 2006) — Three times I saw Brokeback Mountain: Once to see it; once to take two teen stepdaughters to see it; and once to watch everyone around me see it.
And when the lights came up for the third time, to reveal for the third time faces of all ages and races streaked with tears, then I knew.
This movie isn't about the life-defining sexual relationship that two men didn't get to keep.
This is about the life-defining love that none of us got to keep.
We've been focusing on the wrong body part, folks. This film ends focusing on two entwined shirts because of the organ that rests just beneath them — the human heart, and the space in it that each of us reserves for our own love that never grows old.
You know the one. The person you weren't looking for and, God knows, weren't prepared for, but who found you nonetheless, reached in and rearranged the inner workings of your heart, transforming you — over years or maybe overnight — from girl to woman or boy to man.
And right now, that is the love that dare not speak its name.
Why? Because after dating for as long as we do, and dating as many people as we do, and marrying as late as we do, there's no excuse for not getting it right when we finally do pair off. There's no excuse for lingering feelings. They're not just uncool, they're downright unseemly. They bespeak mess, emotional complexities and the mysterious many-chambered mansion that is the human heart — the thing we like to believe we can control like an internal iPod: Download and add this person, delete those. Ping. Gone.
Except some loves never really do go. And what does it take to bring yours back to you? The purplish sky at dusk? The scent of an autumn night? For thousands, it is this movie.
It is almost impossible to see it and not feel some internal door that you've kept carefully closed for years suddenly bang open, and then blowing through your life again is all of it: Your meeting. Your discovery. The years between you. The tears between you. And then, ultimately, the truth you both knew like you knew your names: Right person, wrong time. To paraphrase Stephen Sondheim: You should have belonged together. But you did not belong together.
Perhaps a war got in your way. Or parents. Or religion. Or geography. Or simply diverging paths that you each chose to follow, only to turn around at the end and find the other gone.
Of course, whether it's a blessing or a curse, modern life makes it easy for us to partly retrieve what was lost — to find these people so indelibly ingrained in us. In a café, at work, in the dark of a quiet house late at night, we can tap computer keys, search and find. Sending an electronic hello isn't necessary — sometimes it's enough just to know they're alive.
Never for a moment would we give up the lives we've painstakingly carved out since them.
But never for a moment either would we — can we — give up that Jack, that Ennis, that defining love that molded us as surely as our childhoods.
Maybe we have children to mark that time together. Maybe a picture. Maybe nothing at all tangible. But deep inside, we all have a closet. And in it rests a shirt; and the memory of the person who filled it; and of the person you were, with them.
Brokeback Mountain makes you realize the beauty and sheer wonder of ever getting to feel that way at all; some never do.
But it also makes you realize that years down the road there may come a moment — not courtesy of a postcard, but of an Internet search engine — when James Taylor's lyric will prove wrong:
You always thought that you'd see them, baby, one more time again. But you never did. And now you never will.
And then that closet — its shirt and its memories — will be all that any of us have left. Yet for all the pain, we wouldn't have missed that person, not a single bit of them, for the world.
And that, I think, is why after two hours and 14 minutes, Brokeback Mountain finds us, gay and straight, male and female, young and old, in our seats with eyes closed and streaming, and heart constricting, as undone as we were a lifetime ago when we first laid eyes on them, and undone once again.
Some loves, it turns out, are forever. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Mar. 15th, 2007|12:25 pm] |
POST ANONYMOUSLY!
1. One secret -
2. One compliment -
3. One non-compliment -
4. Lyrics to a song -
5. How old you are -
6. How long we've been friends -
7. And a hint as to who you are -
8. After you do it for me, put it in your LJ and see who does it for you. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 12th, 2006|03:40 am] |
today I went to freeport with samah and jessie. it's beautiful there. LLBean was doing their annual treelighthing, the streets were lit with white lights, and all the stores were on sale (haha yes, pure beauty.) I bought a sweater and some socks. And some maple candy for babycakes. we went to dinner in a little restaurant called the corsican which was basically like just eating at someones house. it was nice to get off campus.
i have a lot more to write about tomorrow. hummm.
afterthought :
Elton John: Religion Encourages Hatred
By Associated Press
Sat Nov 11, 7:00 PM
LONDON - Organized religion fuels anti-gay discrimination and other forms of bias, pop star Elton John said in an interview published Saturday.
"I think religion has always tried to turn hatred toward gay people," John said in the Observer newspaper's Music Monthly Magazine. "Religion promotes the hatred and spite against gays."
"But there are so many people I know who are gay and love their religion," he said. "From my point of view, I would ban religion completely. Organized religion doesn't seem to work. It turns people into really hateful lemmings and it's not really compassionate."
John also criticized religious leaders for failing to do anything about conflicts around the world.
"Why aren't they having a conclave? Why aren't they coming together?"
John said those in his own field have been similarly lax.
"It's like the peace movement in the '60s. Musicians got through to people by getting out there and doing peace concerts, but we don't seem to do them any more," he said. "If John Lennon were alive today, he'd be leading it with a vengeance." |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Sep. 25th, 2006|10:11 pm] |
breaktown22: women not from milwaukee
megRY02: if you love us (say i do)
laxJT717: penny and jujekame
LaniBelle23: the hey-sayers
laxJT717: bitches of stone
hanson fans are the best. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Sep. 21st, 2006|11:25 am] |
that website is too fun for my own good. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 25th, 2006|06:36 pm] |
first of all....
Name;
Age;
Birthday;
Fandoms;
Favorite bands;
Favorite movies;
Favorite actors;
Favorite things to do;
Favorite other things;
What do you think of me?
Messengers you have;
Other stuff;
Pictures of you;
do it! even if we've never even talked before.
(stolen from pirates_damsel) |
|
|
| it's been a while... |
[Jun. 19th, 2006|10:34 pm] |
sorry it's been so long. well i mean, as if y'all care. i've been in barbados the past week with anna, and it's all just been so busy. this past week has been a complete emotional rollercoaster. I've discovered feelings I didn't know existed in me, and discovered things I didn't know existed in other people. Bear with me, because this is bound to be a long entry. This week could unravel for miles.
1.
oops i have to go to bed. i will edit this entry later. thank you for understanding. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[May. 28th, 2006|05:37 pm] |
i have so much work. i am so stressed. but school is almost over.
oh
my
god. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[May. 8th, 2006|08:40 pm] |
i have to go but: today christopher, isabel, me and camden all played with a baby chipmunk. For real! it just ran out of the bush and jumped into christophers hands. it didn't have rabii's, it was just a baby chippy. it was adorable and so surreal. We played with it all period as if it were a gerbil. soo cute, man.
christopher is perfect. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Apr. 12th, 2006|07:33 pm] |
|
dude, our lax team owns. we won our first game 11-1 and our game today 15-4. sickkkk mannnn. We have to play the team that beat us in the finals last year on monday, though, so we'll see what the real competition is like. strongrrrrrr. |
|
|
| i love e.e. (haha.) |
[Mar. 19th, 2006|03:13 pm] |
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all the flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
and death i think is no parenthesis
e.e. cummings |
|
|
| i love pablo. |
[Mar. 19th, 2006|01:04 am] |
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
pablo neruda. |
|
|
| best lyrics i've seen in a while |
[Mar. 3rd, 2006|08:51 pm] |
| [ | mmmood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | remember the mountain bed | ] |
Remember The Mountain Bed
(words by woodie guthrie)
Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves:
Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds:
You laughed as i covered you over with leaves, face, breast, hips and thighs,
You smiled when i said the leaves were just the color of your eyes.
Rosin smells and turpentine smells from eucalyptus and pine
Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed where tangled woodvines twine
Trees held us in on all four sides so thick we could not see
I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me.
Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky,
As your fingers played with grassy moss, and limber did you lie:
Your stomach moved beneath your shirt and your knees were in the air
Your feet played games with mountain roots as you lay thinking there.
Below us the trees grew clumps of trees, raised families of trees, and they
As proud as we tossed their heads in the wind and flung good seeds away:
The sun was hot and the sun was bright down in the valley below
Where people starved and hungry for life so empty come and go.
There in the shade and hid from the sun we freed our minds and learned
Our greatest reason for being here, our bodies moved and burned
There on our mountain bed of leaves we learned life's reason why
The people laugh and love and dream, they fight, they hate to die.
The smell of your hair i know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown,
Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing seeds are sown
Your shape and form is dim, but plain, there on our mountain bed
I see my life was brightest where you laughed and laid your head...
I learned the reason why man must work and how to dream big dreams,
To conquer time and space and fight the rivers and the seas
I stand here filled with my emptiness now and look at city and land
And i know why farms and cities are built by hot, warm, nervous hands.
I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears,
I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here:
My history and future blaze bright in me and all my joy and pain
Go through my head on our mountain bed where i smell your hair again.
All this day long i linger here and on in through the night
My greeds, desires, my cravings, hopes, my dreams inside me fight:
My loneliness healed, my emptiness filled, i walk above all pain
Back to the breasts of my woman and child to scatter my seeds again. |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
nohalani's journal