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Name: Emily Ingrid
Birthday: 11/6/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: my Bible. watercolor painting. rehabilitation of the incarcerated. Jesus. the everchanging canvas called "sky." spirituality. prayer drawing. culture. religion. Judaism. Islam. faith. hope. love. LORD. freedom. beauty. truth. The Phantom of the Opera. evanescence. prison ministry. imagination and inspiration. art history. passion. Meat Loaf. Kappa Chi. dancing. dancing in my underwear. dancing in the rain. dancing if only in my heart. watching the sun kiss the horizon goodnight.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Member Since:
3/12/2006
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| 1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4....
"...rocky soil, the human spirit triumphs to create beauty in despair."
2.
Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you touch?
Nothing is there, but if I lower my arm it greets my backpack
3. What
is the last thing you watched on TV?
Question is, when was the last time I payed enough attention to the TV to watch it
4. Without looking, guess what time it is.
9:04
5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
9:03
6.
With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The A/C
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Ha! Last time I was outside was yesterday during the Great Flood (Evansville was hit with a flash flood)
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
my Criminal Justice notes and summaries
9. What are you wearing?
grey dance shorts and a long sleeve Danskin top. Yay, dancing!
10. Did you dream last night?
I think I did, not that I remember
11. When did you last laugh?
Yesterday when I came home to a flooded apartment. I laughed at
the mess, made a sandwich, and called my mom. Then I got to work
cleaning up.
12.
What is on the walls of the room you are in?
We have some posters up in the living room, but in our study area where
I am there's nothing up on the walls; however, supported by the walls
and leaning off my desk are two of my paintings: one I made just for
our apartment, and the other my favourite from last semester
13. Seen anything weird lately?
UE's front oval turned into a swimming pool. Unbelieveable.
15.
What is the last film you saw?
Little Miss Sunshine. It was spectacularly fantastic.
16. If you became a
multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
Pay off college and grad school, buy a Toyota Matrix, go to Harlaxton,
put a million in my bank account for my lifesavings, go visit and serve
on a Lakota Sioux reserve, give money to the UE art department, give
money toward prison ministry in Kairos ... I won't say 'give to
charity' because in addition to my money I'd want to give my time and
energy.
18. If you could change one thing about the world,
regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Fix the world hunger crisis. It's ridiculous, we have enough food that, given 5 years, no tummy would be lacking.
19. Do you like to dance?
I love to dance! I wish I knew more forms.
20. George W Bush:
is the man I voted for. I'm more liberal than conservative, but
the war on terrorism started with him and I believed it should have
ended with his term. Hopefully it will by 2008.
22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Charles or Erik
23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
wholeheartedly!!
24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gate?
"Welcome home!" and a big bear hug.
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| I've recently discovered the beauty that is Rage Italic font. Too bad it isn't on xanga. Or my laptop. Fonts are fabulous, I wish I had more. I know a font website, but I'd have to look at how much storage they take on your computer. I have this unreasonable phobia of storing too much on my laptop. On it I have no documents, pictures, games, and the only music I keep are my rare Evanescence tracks. My life is all on disks.
Last night (rather, two nights ago, if my hunch that the xanga timezone declares it's Thursday) Arielle hosted our somewhat annual Christmas in July. We had the first back in 2004, but didn't do last year. This year was fun, but I felt in a funk of some sort. I feel far away from my friends here, we've grown up but I in a different way. Perhaps what booted me out was when two of Shawn's friends brought hard liquor later that night. I'm not saying they drink to get wasted, but I'm not even a social drinker and prefer not to be around it. I like sober fun.
PS, this may well be my last xanga post, I'll have no computer/internet access until I'm at UE, and then I'll be too busy with life to post. This has been to serve my sanity over summer.
My new house has been suffering awful erosion every time it rains, so Wednesday some landscapers came to rearrange the fill dirt around my house. It looks so beautiful now, all the uprooted trees have been chopped up and removed, and there's no more corroded trench in the "backyard." We don't really have a back yard, we have a nice side area that we might clear out and do something with, but the back is 20 acres of woods, and no easy way to get over there. I do like my new house, and it has been a great summer, but I want to go "home"--to UE. Home is where the heart is.
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|  you all are wonderful, and so blessedly insightful. Thank you.
And, I must must must thank everyone for your prayers. I don't always feel comfortable asking them for myself but it was emotionally wrenching and God has been answering resoundingly. From the bottom of my heart, and the center, and the tippy top, thank you all so very much.
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| So, someone tell me why, after being deliciously horrified out of my wit's end (from Gerald's Game), am I picking up another SK book to read ...at night ...alone ...while I work ...?
Truth is, I haven't read fiction in two years. Not even the World
Cultures books were ficticious now that I think of it. It's been
all books for classes or books to further my joy unleashed in
theological literature (aptly John Eldredge, but my boyfriend has said
"Please for the love of God do not call John Eldredge a theologian.")
What defines a theologian, what makes one a theologian?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theologian
That's one opinion ^ but I'd deeply appreciate feedback from my peers, friends and strangers alike.
Theologian: one who is learned in theology.
Okay, so my roommate is a theological studies major; does this make her
a theologian? Does it make UE's Chaplain, an ordained pastor, a
theologian? Or Sam, the pastor at a church I attend sparingly
here at home? Is it a prerequisite that a theologian come bearing
unique aspirations concerning Jesus, as to how God and the world
collide and combine, we as people and we as Christians, etc? But
isn't all that aforementioned just what pastors and ministers and
priests and reverends all do, isn't that what every sermon
preaches? Unique God-given insight. C.S. Lewis has been
called a theologian; what makes him one, and not, say, John Eldredge,
or Max Lucado, or Joyce Meyer, or Rick Warren, all best-selling authors
on Christian living? This won't make for a good argument, as my
memory eludes this man's name, but there is a televangelist with a
bronze statue erected in his glory displayed with his arms open--a
Bible in one hand--in front of a monumental yet simple cross.
Billy Graham, I'm almost certain that is who it is. As a statue,
isn't that idolizing him a little? But then, some have argued
portraits of Jesus are idols of a small scale. On the other side
of that argument, as concerning portraits of Jesus, statues of Mary,
and stained glass windows of the apostles, it's not the image
worshipped, it's the deity displayed. We don't worship the golden
calf, we give praise and thanks to it for it's divine (or bovine)
blessings.
Maybe I'm in over my head here. Feedback, please?
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| Friday night brought back many memories. Going to Fiddler's
Hearth feels like going home... it is South Bend in essence. If
ever any of my UE friends came to South Bend, I would have them visit
Fiddler's Hearth, Touchdown Jesus, Beutter Park, ghost rock, Shirojiri
garden, Baker's Square...
Memories... I miss dancing. Maybe not the shin-shattering
steps of hardshoe, but the light, quick, softshoe. And not even
Irish dancing! That sexy tango scene from RENT, oh how flawless
and fierce and passionate it
felt just by me as a viewer, imagine as a dancer! Or a sweeping
ballroom step, or the big band throw-her-in-the-air kind of
dancing.
::insert impassioned acclamation here::
Oh to submit my whole being into such an artistic expression! What can quell this ache?
"I don't want people who want to dance; I want people who have to dance."
~George Balanchine
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