If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after

We'll fight, not out of spite
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken

We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands

The world seems to be hovering on the edge of spring, waiting for a single breath of air from a higher power to push it over. The gray is starting to be touched with green in nature's hues, and the earth seems a little less frozen.

I love spring. There's something vital and reassuring about the continual renewal of life that takes place every year. It doesn't just re-invent the world, though, it awakens something crucial in my soul that curls up and dies over the winter. I remember last year, when I was going through a bit of a rough spot, the most wonderful thing that happened to me was going for a walk and seeing daffodils in my neighbor's yard. Those errant yellow blossoms were salvation to a beauty-starved soul.

On a more prosaic note, my hair is now red-orange-gold, but I suspect that its fire will simmer down to a quieter gold-red once I shampoo it. It always does. Alise came over last night and dyed it, which was extremely nice of her (when you're using henna, dying means putting evil smelling mud gunk all over you hair and then leaving it on for a while) and now we're going shopping today. She's going to a wedding and I just like to window shop. I also don't have a checking account. . . I don't have a job right now, and it's more trouble than it's worth. Unfortuately, that means that I rarely pull money out of my account. Or is that a good thing? Well, it's a hassle to go to the bank. Draw what conclusions you will.

I am not at my most coherant at. . . whatever time it is. But I'm up, and I have to go finish two strands of hair that were missed last night, so it can dye and then I'm going shopping. What a thrilling life I do lead.

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Ahh, the joys of life. Aren't they loverly?

FF.net is STILL being stupid, but at least I got into my e-mail. I hate fighting losing battles with computers.

Speaking of losing battles, I'm going to dye my hair red using henna. . . using a different shade this time. I'm hoping it will go much redder this time than before, but you never can tell. . . henna's very unpredictable. And I'm sure y'all care oh-so-much about the colour of my hair.

Why do I say y'all? I've only been to Texas once and I was three at the time!

I got to see Meg the other day and I realized how much I miss her. . . and Despina and Manders and co. And graduation is coming up for me and then. . . I'll be the one off to college. And then, pretty soon, the guys will be leaving. I'm going to miss Jeff so much. . . not for any "romantic reasons" but he's my best guy friend. What will I do without him to joke around with. . . or complain about school together? And then he'll come back and he'll get married and. . . it'll be weird. Big Brother, too. And all my girlfriends. . . Alise will be off to another college, and what will I do without her?

I'm going to start crying if I think about this stuff too much. Got to enjoy the moment. . . and my personality tests. :D

So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh?

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