Sunday, February 26, 2012

College . . . or Not


You don’t have to go to college.
For Jude’s sake, it’s something we all forget. We think we have to go sit in classrooms for another four years.  And if you’re like me, that prospect isn’t exactly unappealing.  I like to learn; I like worksheets and projects and papers and notes.  But we forget that we don’t have to go.  That some of us aren’t called to go.
But did you ever realize—really, really realize-- you can move to Michigan and get a job working for a nonprofit and rent a little apartment and buy clothes at Goodwill and honor God and keep in touch and love your life right out of high school?
Did it ever come to mind that you can live with your parents and save your money and go on a trip following the course of the Civil War and write down every little thing and come home to suburba to write a bestseller?
You know you can fly to England with a friend, get a job at a coffee shop or a museum gift store and start a bible study, being a Christian where you’re at, ministering to people because they’re the only eternal thing on this earth beside God Himself?
“It’s not accredited,” people will warn.
Like you can’t learn if you don’t have something telling you that you did learn something after all. Like I can’t do something without a piece of paper telling you I did do something.
 “It’s a waste of time,” they’ll say.
But it’s not.  It’s my life.

Friday, February 17, 2012

The 101st: An Update


Hey, guys.  So this is a blog where I’m supposed to be writing about writing.  And this is me, not writing.
Cuz that’s what good writers do, amirite?
But the truth is, I have been writing, a little.  Been working on something I’ve let rest for a while.  Been rewriting an old story (an old, old story).  Most of you don't know it.  Some of you know it, but it's got a new opening.  And it starts out like this:
The sun was intolerable.  There wasn’t a breath of wind and I swear I was sweating more than should be humanly possible.  The summer hadn’t been kind—in fact, it had been one of the hottest recorded in this state, and the sun wasn’t letting me forget it as it seared into the back of my neck.  I would have sunburn in no time if I didn’t get into shade soon.
It was bad enough I was even standing here, my dingy green duffel on the dusty ground next to my worn flip-flops, and it was even worse that I had my thumb sticking out.
For the first time in my nineteen years, I was hitchhiking.

I probably won’t be posting it on here because I just won’t, but if you’re interested in reading shoot me an email and we’ll see what we can do.
Happy February! :]
Christina Kuri Icarus

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

News Flash:

Due to an unexpected valentine from a darling little boy, a NOS, an hour-and-a-half long chat with a friend she doesn't see enough, a cute outfit, psyching her brother out with a 'secret admirer' note devised by herself and written by her friends, her parent's return from their anniversary trip and a pizza-delivery dinner/Audrey Hepburn movie date with a great friend, Christina's Valentine's day was an incredible success.  Also this is her hundredth blog post.  You may return to your business until further notice.  Thank you.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Blogging more, blogging more . . . Kind of.


Someone told me recently that I should blog more because he's always checking it and he's devastated when there are no more of my words online.

I just don't have that much to blog about, really. 

I've discovered a new obsession with some British bands.

My feet are cold and so are my shins and fingers, but my palms are warm because of fingerless gloves.

The sun is glaring off of the tiles just outside the window.

My stomach has been holding back a growl for the past 50 minutes.

I keep forgetting it's February.

Sometimes I can't help but think that it's an author's talent to be able to write when there's nothing to say

but all I can help but think is that now I have a slight headache

and my left eye hurts a little more than my right.

I should probably look up colleges right now

but instead I'm floundering here.

That's really all.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Happy Light Fluffy Stuff: Tagged~


I have a feeling I got tagged on this thing by Peter “Le Metalhead” Lalush, so here goes nothing. I don't really know why I'm doing this besides the fact it looks fun. :]

The Rules
1) post these rules.
2) post 11 random things about yourself.
3) answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post.
4) create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
5) go to their blog and tell them they've been tagged.
6) no cop-outs in the tagging section like “if you are reading this/follow me,” blah blah blah. you have to legitimately tag people.

11 random things about me
1. I have a jar of  18 lipsmackers to my left.  Flavors include pomegranate, wintermint, Bubble Yum, lemonade, Fanta Pineapple, Blue Raspberry Jolly Rancher, berry smoothie, Peppermint and Vanilla.
2. To my left I have a three-inch-tall Woody figurine.  Yeah, from Toy Story.
3. I just scrapped my plans for after school ends and I’ve got no clue what the future holds.  I’m just gonna stick my hands in the air and hope the safety harness holds me in as the crazy roller-coaster ride that is God’s plan for my life takes off.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

And Free Them

 The Flight of Kings
The Classic Crime

Twenty two years have passed by
As I contemplate
I can recall you getting me out of every scrape
What comes first to my mind
Was the change that I so desperately needed to make
Day and night, frozen silent in blinding violent fear
A song for my fight
Comes spilling the words I so desperately needed to hear

Do you know this song's for you?
My heart goes out to the hurt you feel inside

What hurts more than just dying
Is living barely alive
After all it's easier than falling short every time
I felt the pain and set fire
To the grace that I so desperately needed to take

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Just Stay

There was another little pause.
"Th' reg'ment lost over half th' men yesterday," remarked the friend eventually.  "I thought 'a course they was all dead, but, laws, they kep' a-comin' back last night until it seems, after all, we didn't lose but a few.  They'd been scattered all over, wanderin' around in th' woods, fightin' with other reg'ments, an' everything.  Jest like you done."
"So?" said the youth.

Jest like you done.

I'm a deserter.  I'm a runner.  You open that gate and I take off.  You pull the lid off of the jar and I've flown.

In the Red Badge of Courage, the youth was fleeing from battle.  But I don't flee from battles, for I have no battles.  There is no smoke and gunfire and burning, acrid air-- no comrades and brothers falling beside me and behind me, no danger.

No-- I run, but not from battle.

I run from safety.