hope without guarantee

Watching the documentary on Tolkien on the extended disc set. And yeah, I don't have the right words for it. But the parts about how it's all entwined just get to me.

So yeah, I am the dorky sort of girl who will sit up at two in the morning and get teary eyed over the symbolism and the stories and the things all these people say. I wish I could have met this man who started writing in the trenches, who built languages and wrote stories that have caught people up for decades.

I'm truly enamoured of the greek tragedy qualities of LN, but I don't think I need to torture myself over it.

All the tension bleeds itself slowly out, all the fear from the past couple months, and the misunderstandings and self esteem problems, and it's all so self centered. But it will pass, this too will pass.

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I could write about how undignified urinating into plastic cups can be, but that really isn't very important. Suffice to say, it is over and I am glad.

Melynda and Gene are both sick, so they're at home today and we're watching more of the extended version's special features. Gene's on the phone trying to fix his work server from home. I'm trying to learn to type with the heavy weight of the ring on my finger and wishing I worked on movie sets.

The sketches for Rivendell are awesome. I could live there. I really had no idea New Zealand was such a lovely part of the world.

choices

All you have to decide is what to do with the time given to you.