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Through My Eyes: A Journal
By Liz Root
Contact Liz by emailing her at liz@vagrantcafe.com
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12/14/2001
post-party depression. yeah...so i went to a party last night, and it was so good to be around those people again.
it's like i never left.
like the last six months
never happened.
sometimes these homes away from home
these familiar and unfamiliar faces...
sometimes i feel more at home
in the smile of a stranger.
i was sitting there in this room with about 20 or 25 other people or so, most i knew, some i didn't, and it was like, for three hours or so, all was right in the world again. we were laughing and eating and cracking jokes and playing songs and reciting poetry, and just sharing ourselves with each other. putting who we are, however insignificant we felt, out there for others to see. and leaving feeling more full than we came.
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sometimes every word out of a person's mouth is nothing more than a relentless effort to prove himself. i meet these people and i'd like to let them know that i accept them, that they don't have to work so hard to prove themselves. but i realize, i used to be one of these people. and they'll figure it out in a couple years after they see they've gotten nowhere. we can't live like that. daily i realize i have nothing to prove, because without God, i *am* nothing. i don't have to prove nothing, nothing will prove itself. instead, i'd like to simply get to that point where God is the only proof i need. the only reality i know. the only thing solid i have to stand on. because anything that can be shaken, will be shaken. including whatever image, ego, reputation i put out to the world. in the end, the only thing that stands is the part of me that stands upon He who is Solid.
- liz r.
- 12/14/2001
12/12/2001
"winter legs can be heart attacks, so take it off with laser so it never comes back, then we can pretend it's natural." - pedro the lion.
christmas party tomorrow. friends, food, fun...oh, and i'm going to look hot.
one of my favorite things in the world is staying up super late talking to a good friend and drinking coffee or tea and talking about guys, relationships, what have you. "girl stuff" so to speak.
i sent some people some packages the other day without telling them i was going to send them. it will be cool to see their reactions.
- liz r.
- 12/12/2001
12/9/2001
i know it wasn't total breakthrough, but it was enough. enough to make me want more. a lot more.
it will be nice when march rolls around and the coffee house gets going and we'll live above the coffee house and our friends will come down to see us, and to play music on the weekends. it will be nice to have some space to breath in. one small room to make mine.
sometimes i think i must have the most screwed up sense of priority of anyone in the world.
- liz r.
- 12/9/2001
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