| day 151 |

"Perhaps it's true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house---the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture---must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story."

| day 150 |

"We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."

| day 149 |

"A heart that flashed from heart to stone, heart to stone..."

| day 148 |

"Yeah. We were badasses."
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Note: Day 148 was posted at 11:25PM on Monday, but I forgot to post a weekly update. In other words, I am so anal about the organization of my blog, I erased the picture from the Day 148 post just so I could have the week twenty-one blog in the spot it's supposed to be - before Day 148.

| week twenty-one |

So as you all know, there wasn't an update last week. My excuse is that my friend went into diabetic shock during the snow "storm" at my house and I had to call the ambulance. It was a crazy week.

I know these last two weeks have sucked. I'm sorry, really. Yeah, there are a few good ones, but between my friend in the ER, my grandmother passing away three days before Christmas, and work...lets just say my focus has not been on my 365.

That said, I'd like to take the time to thank my friend Mike for creating/posting the picture from Day 142. I was at the hospital with my family and did not even think of my 365 until he mentioned something. I asked him to throw up an old pic and an explanation, but he went a step further and made something for me instead.

Also, thank you to everyone else who has been here for me these past two weeks. They have been absolute insanity. Now I'm hoping to up the photo game this week. Fingers crossed?

| day 147 |

"Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn't see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach."

| day 146 |

"If I could spend each day as I please, I would walk down a lane that is lined with tall trees. Or through a meadow where flowers grow, and hunt for a small stream where cool waters flow. I would walk through gently falling rain, watch it cleanse the world and become bright again. Or climb to the top of a wind swept hill, to see the dawn, when the world is still. I would walk through autumn with it's beauty so bright, through a frosty cool evening, and all through the night to watch the stars twinkle at the big harvest moon. There is no time for sleep, beauty ends all too soon..."

(Part of the poem "Just to Walk" by Jean Sholly)

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In loving memory of D. Jean Sholly (May 20, 1931 - December 22, 2009). I love you g-unit.

| day 145 |

"Once it's too late, you appreciate what a miracle life is. You realize that nature is ruthless and our existence is very fragile, temporary, and precious. But to go on with your daily affairs, you can't really think about that...which is probably why everyone takes the world for granted and why we act so thoughtlessly. It's very confusing. I suppose it will all make sense when we grow up."

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Today is quick for many reasons. Apologies for the lame week - I had really been looking forward to Christmas themed pictures as well.

Merry Christmas.

| day 144 |

"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time."

| day 143 |

"They say that every cloud has a shiny silver lining, that behind each stormy sky, the faithful sun is shining. I believe that this is true - that every broken heart will mend, that no matter what the problem, good will triumph in the end. For there's a spring in every winter and a dawn in every night. In the midst of every darkness, there's a candle shining bright. For every heavy burden, there's an understanding friend. For every darkened tunnel, there's a light around the bend."

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I love you g-unit.

| day 142 |

"Sing me a lullaby, a love song, a requiem

Love me, comfort me, bring me to God

Sing me a love song, sing me to Heaven."

| day 141 |

"Excuse me while I kiss the sky."

| week twenty |

No blog this week.

| day 140 |

"Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made."

| day 139 |

"She remembered Nana saying once that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below. As a reminder of how people like us suffer, she'd said. How quietly we endure all that falls upon us."

| day 138 |

"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show."

| day 137|

"There is art in my fingertips, a poem in my head, a song brushing past my lips, a piano being fed. A mic waiting to be held, a pen waiting to be used; waiting for the perfect hand and a voice to be felt. This is: EMOTION."

| day 136 |

"You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?"

| day 135 |

"The moment you start clinging to things, you have missed the target--you have missed. Because things are not the target, you, your innermost being, is the target--not a beautiful house, but a beautiful you; not much money, but a rich you; not many things, but an open being, available to millions of things.”

| day 134 |

"Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise."

| week nineteen |

Well, if you couldn't tell, this week sucked on many aspects. Photography quality, work load, timing, etc. I think Monday was the only "good" photograph.

As a re-cap, I didn't go to class Monday because I didn't finish my narrative. Tuesday, I went to class (and night class), then sat in the Mac lab from 8-10 waiting to print my final photo project...only to find that the printer stopped working as soon as I printed one photo. Afterwards, I walked in the snow (in sandals) to the police station, then back to Seavers (thus the Tuesday photo).

The rest of the night then consisted of me staying up to write my narrative - aka, no sleep because I had to be at the lab early to print/mount my project. Waited, waited, oh, I forgot my CD! Christina saved me. CD doesn't work? Awesome. Lets walk to Seavers! CD wants to jam in the laptop? Laptop doesn't want to go to the start-up screen? REALLY cool...especially considering I have 2 hours 'til it's due! Problem solved. Photos printed/mounted/handed in. Dinner, night class (that I slept through), then finally...bed at 1 =)

Thursday was class, home with Chelsea. Friday was Jewish celebrations with Chelsea and Nicky at my g-rents. Saturday was a spontaneous visit from Fran and Patrick, and a lot of fun =)

Sunday was a hot, 911, hospital nightmare. Please pray for Chelsea. She is doing much better today though.

So yes. That was the week. Now I need to drive back to Shippensburg for my 3:30 final =D

| day 133 |

"It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone."
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Thanks Fran - and yeah, I don't know how we managed this.

| day 132 |

"Humor is a spontaneous, wonderful bit of an outburst that just comes. It's unbridled, its unplanned, it's full of surprises."

| day 131 |

"Sounds of laughter, shades of love are ringing through my open ears, inciting and inviting me. Limitless, undying love, which shines around me like a million suns, and calls me on and on..."

| day 130 |

"Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music."
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We did the official Party in the USA @ 10:30!

| day 129 |

"Face to face you're sweet like candy sticking to my teeth-but underneath so damaging."
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Quick one today. Too much to do, not enough sleep.

| day 128 |

"And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?"

| day 127 |

"Red is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white."

| week eighteen |

This week completely sucked in the workload sense, and this coming week isn't going to be much better. I am just ready for this semester to be over.

As for pictures, nothing spectacular I think this week, save for day 123. It was actually another emotional picture, and I had a lot of fun doing it. It's definitely in the top 5 now and I'm glad so many other people like it too.

Other than that though, a lot were rushed and didn't have much depth behind them for the most part. Regardless...I'm almost done. As long as I can pump out this 7 page narrative tonight, I'm golden.

Also, three of my friends have also started their own 365's now =) Please check out their blogs on the bottom of my sidebar, right below my ever-changing poll.

Until next time.

| day 126 |

"A song she heard of cold that gathers like winter's tongue. Among the shadows it rose like blackness in the sky, that on volcano's vomit, rise a stone of ruin. From burn to chill, like black moonrise, her voice fell still..."

| day 125 |

"If you try and lose then it isn't your fault. But if you don't try and we lose, then it's all your fault."

| day 124 |

"Let's go get the shit kicked out of us by love."

| day 123 |

"'What do you fear, lady?'
'A cage. To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.'"

| day 122 |

"You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you."

| day 121 |

"Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do."