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I have all the friends in the world… March 31, 2007

Filed under: college,friends,happiness,Harry Potter,Identity,joy,philosophy,religion,school — bookwritegirl @ 3:21 pm

so why do I feel so lonely?

 I can make “friends” easily, but I have no one “truest of the true” friend, a friend I can tell my deepest secrets and trust that she won’t divulge it to others, a friend I never not want to visit. It seems like I have several different “kinds” of friends…I have school friends whom I go to 3 or more classes with, to talk about class. But nothing else. I have an email friend to talk about guys and homeschooling with. I have a friend whom I talk with occasionally, about philosophy. I have friends who are of the same religion I am, I have a friend who is crazy about Harry Potter like I am, but I don’t have a religion/philosophy/guy/Harry Potter/feelings friend.

True, I can always talk to God, Jesus, Mary and the angels and saints, and I do, but it’s difficult to carry on a conversation and ask questions and not get immediate answers like with a friend. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate all of God’s help and kindness, but I wish my imagination were reality, so He’d sit at the edge of my bed while I empty my heart out to him.

Please, God, send me a best friend.

 “The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.” The Rainy Day, by H.W. Longfellow


Harry Potter March 29, 2007

Filed under: Harry Potter,mugglenet — bookwritegirl @ 9:16 pm

I am soooooooooooo happy!!!!!!

Okay, excuse my poor English skills. Who can concentrate on english when we have little over a hundred days until HP7 book and HP5 movie! The cover is interesting, doesn’t show much, but the UK children’s version shows a little bit more, and looking at the UK adult version, I can reach the reasonble conclusion that the necklace Harry is wearing in the US version is a Slytherin heirloom. As for the new pictures from the movie, Luna obviously looks like Luna! I agree with Jo on that point. Harry’s hair is rather short, but still… I hope Neville gets a good share of the movie time, he’s going to be more important, I think. You can see the stuff over at

As for the ending of HP7, I’m of the opinion that Harry can’t die. In fact, that may very well be the reason why the book comes after the movie…if it were before, and if Harry died, then we’d be like, “Why should I see the movie? Harry’s just going to die. The magic’s gone! ” I know I would be like that. 🙂

You will find me at Borders at midnight in on a Friday night/Sat. morning in July wearing HP stuff, drinking caffinne, and jumping up and down like a crazed maniac of a HP fan. And you’ll find me Sunday, crying, because I just finished the last Harry Potter book. Ever! *cries*


Belonging needs

My professor was talking about belonging needs on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Since he’s a cool professor and it’s a cool class, a friend and I asked him about something (don’t remember what) after class, and we started talking about belonging needs. He was talking about when Bono turned down the offer to play for the Queen of England, he was showing that he was above the belonging needs of needing the prestige of playing for the Queen. Then he talked about how people tend to like to be in groups and travel in packs (remember cliques and the “jocks”, the “nerds”, etc? It’s still like that in college). That’s the reason why people are Catholics, Democrats, Republicans, etc., is because at a level we still need to satisfy our belonging needs, and those who operate outside of groups are higher up on the hierarchy. I left the classroom, thinking.

Of course, hindsight is 20/20, and I came up with a counter-argument a few minutes later, but I couldn’t very well go back to the classroom and tell him that could I? It’d look like I was arguing, and it’d look like I need to satisfy my physiological needs. He is of the same opinion of a few philosophers, where religion is “the opiate of the masses” and (this is unconfirmed) God’s existence is not proven. So, it is obvious that he might think that religion is only for those who are at the belonging needs. My brilliant counter-argument is that perhaps for some, religion is a person’s identity, and when it is, that person is at the belonging needs. But for some enlightened people, religion is just a part of a person’s identity. It is not an overwhelming aspect of those people’s lives. True, I am a Catholic, and I am pro-life, and I am a college student, and I am a sister, a daughter, a honor’s student, a Hermione-type, a Harry Potter fan, a reader, a writer, and a girl, and many other identities. Religion shouldn’t be shed just because you want to climb Maslow’s Hierarchy, or just because you’re in college now and can do what you want. In fact, I wonder whether those who deny the very existence of God are, despite their best efforts, succumbed under the popular movement and opinion and joined a group called Athiesm, and embracing and living out the ideals of Humanism in their lives. They can be said to have made their identities wholly humanistic. I just wonder.


How to eat a root beer float… March 28, 2007

Filed under: food,happiness — bookwritegirl @ 7:10 am

This is the best way to savor and enjoy a root beer float.

Get a tall, transparent glass, preferably retro. Use real, brand name ice cream, and pick New York Vanilla or Homemade Vanilla. Put a cherry on the bottom. Put three scoops into the glass (or until the stacked scoops take up 3/4 of the glass). Pour name brand root beer(doesn’t matter if it’s caffienated or caffiene free) slowly over the ice cream until the foam mass on top reaches the critical point when you don’t know whether it’s going to fall over or not. Eat the foam with your mouth, not a spoon. Then use a spoon to eat the ice cream slowly, dipping each spoonful back into the root beer and swirling it around so it absorbs the carbonated rootbeer taste before you put it into your mouth. When the ice cream is all gone, drink the melted ice cream/root beer. Then, eat the cherry which had been marinating during the whole process.



The Difference between Happiness and Joy March 26, 2007

Filed under: happiness,joy,philosophy — bookwritegirl @ 10:21 am

A friend of mine and I have been noticing just how many people think happiness and joy are the one and same thing. I suppose this is particularly true on campus, but it’s true anywhere else. Most people want to be happy; that’s a good goal. But a far more nobler goal is joy. What’s the difference, you say?

Happiness is fleeting. Eating a large M&M coookie makes me happy, but only for the time I ate it. Sleeping with someone may make you happy, but only at that moment, and when it’s over, you’re searching for something else to make you happy. Killing somebody may make you happy, but you can see the consequence. People who pursue happiness are constantly swinging from one “happy” event to another, and if they don’t catch hold of that other happy event, they think themselves unlucky. Pursuing happiness can reduce you to the level of animals, who have no sense of right or wrong, only what makes them feel good and what doesn’t.

We, however, are human beings. We are unique in that we can experience joy. My dog is happy when I pet her, but she can’t ever feel joy. What is joy? Joy is the lasting feeling one feels after bearing hardships, trials, and crosses, and coming out on the top. If I found a million dollars in cash in a briefcase in a parking lot, and spent it on frivolous stuff, or even on my college education, I would feel happy and lucky. But if I turned it in to the police and to the money’s rightful owner, and overcame my temptations, I would feel really good about myself, a more lasting form of happiness, aka joy. I would think back to that day I turned it in, and always feel joy. (Actually, someone I know found an endorsed check for approx $1200, and between she and I, we tracked down the owners, and even today I feel glad that I made someone’s day). I also feel joy when I pray the Rosary through the strangely powerful love I feel.

But it’s not everyday that one finds an endorsed check, so how else can you find joy? Here are a few options:

*Enjoy the fact that you’re alive*Pray*Go to your church’s services at least once a week*Love*Forgive someone*Volunteer*Pay someone a compliment*Actually study for a test and get a good grade without cheating*

These are but a few ways of many; feel free to post any other suggestions!

“Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.” Mark Twain

“The most profound joy has more of gravity than of gaiety in it.” Michel de Montaigne

“Real joy comes not from riches or from praise of men, but from doing something worthwhile.” Sir Wilfred Grenwell

“There is no greater joy nor greater reward than to make a fundamental difference in someone’s life.” Sister Mary Rose McGeady


True love March 24, 2007

Filed under: Love — bookwritegirl @ 6:50 pm

On Valentine’s Day a group on campus distributed free condoms. I took it unwittingly, thinking it was perhaps chocolate. But a glance at the package nearly made me drop it; I gave it back. In hindsight, I should have cut it in quarters, given them the pieces, and ask, Are you promoting love or lust?

This incident got me thinking: Have we lost sight of love in its true form? It may just be me, but today’s definition of “love” was yesterday’s definition of “lust”. Today, love is one-night stands, casual sex, and “Desperate Housewives”. Today, many think (erroneously) that love equates to sex. But love is not passion alone; if it were, then it’d be cheap love, false love, sham love. A flyer on campus says that people who say, “I love you” may mistakenly think “I love it“. These are the kind of people who distribute free condoms on a Christian holiday. People whose marriage is born of passion “love” have a high divorce rate because passion fades over time and they can’t stand each other anymore.

True love is, obviously, not lust. In the “Princess Bride”, did they want to find each other just so they could have sex? No, they wanted to share their life, their identity with each other. A wedding ceremony turns two people into one flesh; that’s why it’s called an union. Only when you’re an union can you have true, honest, loving coupleship, when you show your true love for another person, when you willingly give of yourself to someone else (and vice versa). True love means waiting. True love means sharing everything of yourself, making yourself vulnerable to another, because of the level of trust between the two of you. That’s why it’s important to have a waiting period before gettting married, to make sure you trust one another enough before the two of you become one.

True love is difficult to find nowadays, because many’s notions of love is corrupted. People expect too much of one another, people mistake passion for love, people aren’t willing to stick together for better or, especially, worse, fleeing at first sign of a crisis. There’s no knight in shining armor, there’s no fair princess in the tower. There’s just normal, average, fallible us. If you can’t stand a particular quality of somebody else, then ask yourself, is it worth it? If not, wait for somebody you can live with for the rest of your life, somebody to grow with for the rest of your life, somebody to love for the rest of your life.

“Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim/My other half…” Adam speaking to Eve, Paradise Lost by John Milton

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds/ Admit impediments; love is not love/ Which alters when it  alteration finds/ Or bends with the remover to remove./ O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark/ That looks on tempests and is never shaken;/ It is the star to every wand’ring bark,/ Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken./ Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks/ Within his bending sickle’s compass come;/ Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks;/ But bears it out even to the edge of doom./ If this be in error, and upon me proved,/ I never writ, nor no man ever loved.” William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116.


Spring March 23, 2007

Filed under: Nature — bookwritegirl @ 6:31 pm

Spring has sprung! The grass is getting greener, the trees are growing buds, and the air is sweeter. Seriously, the air smells great! (Except for all the car exhaust…but I suppose that is an old complaint.) Another hallmark of spring is the thunderstorms that begin rolling through the area at a rate of one or two a week, and the tornado shelter in my house is aired out and cleaned out in preparation for the weekly tornado warnings. We’re not an apathetic family when it comes to storms, we take weather seriously. Tornado warning? You can find all eight of us sharing the closet-sized shelter with the spiders.

Even if I can’t get to my glasses or hearing aids, I always try to grab my olive-wood rosary on the way to the basement and finger the beads as I mentally pray. It seems to have been working–the worst of the storms seem to always circumvent my city. But if you believe in global warming, you’ll know that there’s an increase in storms, which translates into a greater chance that my city will be hit with a whopper one of these days. That’s what makes movies like “Twister” and “Day after Tomorrow” so scary to watch; it’s the knowledge that the scenario, while far-fetched, could very possibly happen some day, in some way.

I was seriously affected by these two movies. When I was younger, after watching “Twister”, I would prepare a “tornado bag” as a nightly ritual before I went to bed. It took me a long time to ease out of that habit, which I still revert to occasionally. I may be crazy, but one day I will be proven sane. After “Day After Tomorrow”, I’ve become more energy concious in small ways. Maybe your house doesn’t have to be heated to the temperature of a small oven during the winters…turn it down a few degrees and have an excuse to wear a fashionable sweater. Maybe you should restrain from turning on the frigid air-conditioner until it’s absolutely necessary, and even then, let it be a few degrees warmer than your ideal temperature. Maybe you don’t have to blow-dry your hair every morning…try an air-dry style every other day. It’s good for your hair and the environment. Maybe you don’t have to turn on your TV or your laptop all the time…go outside and entertain yourself with exercising, tending your garden, or be like Thoreau and just enjoy nature as is.

 “We can never have enough of Nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and Titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and decaying trees, the thunder cloud, and the rain which lasts three weeks and produces freshets…

To the sick the doctors wisely recommend a change of air and scenery….

How worn and dusty, then,  must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!…

In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex…If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them…

Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away….

There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.” Henry David Thoreau, Walden