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Name: Ginny
Birthday: 2/13/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: reading. movies. tea. autumn. art. people-watching (that is not stalking. there is a great difference.). music. fashion. interior decorating. travel. food (making & enjoying it). stargazing. gymnastics. my family. God. england. elephants. theater. singing. laughing. good quotes. british humor.
Expertise: "I am still learning..." -Michelangelo
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
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Member Since:
10/26/2004
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| Yesterday I was overcome by the desire to move to Paris to live where good food is enjoyed, where one can sit for hours at the table with friends, where the best pastry in the world is at your fingertips every morning, where reading cookbooks for fun is probably not nerdy......
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| Do we tend to fear the very thing we most want?
For sometimes my terror of disappointing you or losing you
is greater than my longing for you.
I want to be known but am afraid to be seen as clay and not
purest marble.
I want to be loved but am afraid to be grown tired of in the
end.
I want to love you lavishly, but fear losing you suddenly
and soon.
These the fears of one not yet made perfect in love…but they
tell me perfect love casts out fear, so I’ll try to hope while I wait to know.
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Oh, I wish I knew who you are
and knew that you’re chasing the same lodestar -
The one that hangs with all the silver weight of glory.
So I’m taking the tears that haven’t been heard
and wrapping each one in a note and a word.
Well we’re not gonna cry forever,
and darling, I
could love any town if you were in it,
but let’s just live
where we can see the stars.
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| One year ago today I landed in London, and the best four months of my life began. I would like to commemorate the occasion with a quote from Bill Bryson's delightful "Notes from a Small Island."
"I can never understand why Londoners fail to see that they live in the most wonderful city in the world. It is far more beautiful and interesting than Paris, if you ask me, and more lively than anywhere but New York - and even New York can't touch it in lots of important ways. It has more history, finer parks, a livelier and more varied press, better theatres, more numerous orchestras and museums, leafier squares, safer streets, and more courteous inhabitants than any other large city in the world.
"...The fact is that [Britain] is still the best place in the world for most things - to post a letter, go for a walk, watch television, buy a book, venture out for a drink, go to a museum, use the bank, get lost, seek help, or stand on a hillside and take in a view.
"...I've said it here and I'll say it again. I like it here. I like it more than I can tell you."
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| ...is an excellent, excellent word. it is also the feeling that fills me 98.5% of the time. it would also be the title of my first album if i ever released an album. 'cause you know that's quite likely.
because i have established the sad habit of flying by the seat of my pants in life, i am rushing to finish my grad school application. i shall now impart to you my words of wisdom, born of painful experience: do not delete documents from college courses, even if they were utterly irrelevant to your major and you can't imagine why they would ever be useful. when you need three academic references and can only come up with two, and you have two weeks left to find a third, you will wish you had those papers. trust me.
i have decided to be honest with myself about something (and apparently to be honest with you about it, too). if it could ever be possible for a band to take patty griffin's place in my heart, it would be hem. i'm not saying it has happened, i'm just saying that i have accepted the fact that it is possible. patty gives words to my heart, but hem takes me through the stars and across the centuries....it's all about wanderlust, really, if i think about it. they've got a song for everything...some for traveling, some for mourning, some for expectation, some for simply loving life and all its zest.
ok, time for new year's predictions: zac efron will be the next teenybopper to crack under the pressure of stardom; he will publicly break up with vanessa hudgens and shave off corbin bleu's curly locks in an insane rampage on the set of "high school musical 3: we can't get into college but at least we're hott." also, rachael "yummo" ray will discover that she is trying to conquer too many facets of life and will need to clone herself if she is to keep going. finally, paris hilton will at long last make her trip to africa, but will return home after one day due to "undisclosed medical reasons."
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| The semester is over and I'm back in suburbia, rockin' the Mom Car. I'm not a very aggressive driver to begin with -- any one of my friends will laughingly attest to this -- but in the lumbering station wagon I lose my one molecule of traffic assertiveness. It was, therefore, not the most brilliant decision I've ever made to go do my Christmas shopping on the SATURDAY before Christmas. If you ever find yourself considering the same course of action, take my advice: Either go in the early morn when no one else is up yet, or don't go at all. Expedited shipping is your friend.
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