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Name: liana
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Birthday: 5/18/1993
Gender: Female
Interests: God, my family, my friends, my bible, art, dancing, violin, writing, books.
Occupation: i'm homeschooled.
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/15/2006
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| ...Mom and Dad are gone to Syracuse.
...which means I've got to figure out how to get Merrick to Crane for his rehearsal. Right. The sixteen year old who can't drive and doesn't have easy access to a vehicle has to get her little brother to Crane. This was obviously really thought through.
...I'm feverish because of the bottom braces I had put on yesterday. He told me that my teeth will ALL hurt because bottom braces do something to the jaw that is wicked painful. I have no idea what it is but I can say I don't like the side affects! It's enough discomfort for me to be a little frustrated and cranky but not enough for me to want to take Tylenol or something. This is when having an older sister at home would be convenient.
...I've got to find inspiration to practice. I don't want to practice. I just did really well at a competition. And now I've got to keep practicing? Ahhhh.. maybe it's just the fever but I'm kind of over reacting to having a lesson. Cause I'm so mature like that.
...a neighbors children will be coming over. Her husband started having major chest pains last night so I ran over and watched the kids (til 12:30) while she went to be at the hospital. She has to go visit him sometime today and hopefully bring him home and when that happens, two of her kids and possibly one of her nephews will be coming here. I like that she can rely on us. I like that the friendship between her family and ours has somehow become a I've-got-an-emergency-and-I-call-the-Sinclairs kind of friendship. I like that very much.
...what I like more is praying with her eight year old boy and when I say "amen" he looks up at me and says, "Thanks, Liana. I like when you come and tuck me in and pray. It helps me feel better about school tomorrow." And I start crying, naturally. Anyway.
...I'm listening to Enter the Worship Circle: The First Circle. It's got to be one of the best Christian CDs ever. What can beat those songs?
...and that's all.
P.S. I can tell I'm always going to love this photo. Thanks for being the best pianist, Mrs. Hull/Nancy. =)
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| I'm sitting on my bed in my five dollar leggings, a mens track jacket that is most definitely too big for me and all the more comfortable, and a sister's pair of socks because I'm too lazy to do my own laundry. She puts her newly washed sheets on her bed before she sets the alarm and crawls inside for some sleep. I do laundry so I can have that long sleeved t-shirt clean for tomorrow. She's always ready to work as hard as she needs to and I shy away from all of that as quick as possible.
She's two years younger than me. And yet, she's the one who gets up in the morning and shuts the alarm off while I sleep like a Sinclair right through it. She's the one who goes down every morning and makes (the first) pot of coffee and I slowly adjust myself to the idea of getting ready for the day and rub my eyes and wonder why I'm getting up so early (at 8 am).
There's nothing physically similar between us except maybe our noses. She's at least 6" taller than me and I wear much smaller shoes. We can't borrow each others pants any more but earrings do the trick. She writes songs and plays songs with musical genius and I don't pretend to care about music theory. She's methodical, diligent, and rational and I make more dumb and quick decisions in a second then I think she's made in her life.
Isn't it funny that two people who grew up in the same house, with the same people, the same room, and the same belongings, can be so very, very different?
But I like it. It's what sisters are supposed to be. So very different, and somehow so very similar.
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| I had another baking accident. Four cups of milk instead of the six tablespoons I was supposed to put in. How this happened I have no idea. Fortunately the banana bread ended up being okay. A little spongy but it sure wasn't dry!
You know what I don't like? When people who celebrate Thanksgiving start decorating for Christmas before Thanksgiving. Seriously, you can't wait a week to put up the tree and the lights? It's irritating.
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| It's been quiet here. Not many new revelations, things to share, and thoughts about life in general. Just pondering change and understanding what's going on.
It may continue to be quiet. I'm unsure. It's hard to tell how long these quiet times in my life last. A week, longer, but maybe forever? Who knows.
Impressions, you've made impressions They're going nowhere They're just going to wait here if you let them Please don't let them I want to know you And if they're going to haunt me Please collect them Please just collect them And now I'm beggingI'm begging you to ask me just one question
One simple question
Because then you'd know me
I'll tell you that there's time
To make this work for all intents and purposes
At least for my own
What is a heart worth if it's just left all alone?
Leave it long enough and watch it turn into stone
Why must we always be untrue?
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| Life is good.
My friend is fine after a freak car accident (in Mexico, nonetheless) and there's a new baby in my family. I got to spend a weekend with some of my favorite kids in the entire world. I'm going to be in a select group of people who are playing Handel's "Messiah". All these little and big things add up to make, well, good.
Yep. Life is good.
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