I suppose as this is my first post on this shiny, black blog I should provide some sort of introduction, for myself & for the purpose of this chunk in the wide world of blogging:
So hello. I'm Bel. I'm a 17 year old girl from Idaho who does, in fact, live in the middle of nowhere, thank-you-very-much. I have an acute liking for commas, and just punctuation in general, so please don't be counting. I also have a love of people (yes, just people in general; so that does include you, blog reader), though I have several special people in my life who keep the ticker running. But even more than all of that, I'm a Christian. I've been one my entire life, & can't remember a day I didn't know Christ's amazing work in my life. I've been blessed with the cutest, sweetest little siblings you'll ever meet, and parents who have never failed to always display Christ's love to us. I also steal pens, & consider Stevie Ray Vaughn one of my music heroes.
And that would pretty much sum up my personal part in this introduction.
For my purpose in blogging:
It's a good question. I don't actually know what brought me to start this. Several people had asked me about starting one, but I hadn't really seriously considered it. It became one of those molecules endlessly floating around in my brain, not really having any attention paid to it. It wasn't till I received a random e-mail from the lovely creators of Google, asking me if I wanted to sign up for this. "Well," I thought, "let's take this as a sign." So here I am.
I really don't know what I'll be posting here. Probably just those thoughts that hit at awkward moments when you're without a pen or paper; the ones you remember late at night when you have no intention of writing it down in any sort of notebook without burning it the next morning. It will be random, it will most definitely be spontaneous, but, in spite of myself, I hope it gives someone some pleasure to read.
And I believe that sums up my first post; hooray!
P.S. I apologize for the number of "I"s contained in this post; it won't happen again.
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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee/ Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;/ For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,/ Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me./ From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,/ Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,/ And soonest our best men with thee do go,/ Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery./ Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,/ And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,/ And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,/ And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?/ One short sleep past, we wake eternally,/ And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.
~Holy Sonnet X, John Donne
~Holy Sonnet X, John Donne
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