Diary, page one; 10-21-09
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just2handsDiary, page one; 10-21-09
This, if it works right; is going to be my private journal; for my thoughts and hopes, my fears. If I do this right it won't contain notes for memorizing; or a thesis; or anything like that. If I do this right.
Nephele, I'm hiding this in my room. So when you find it - and I know you will sooner or later - and when/if you do? I really hope that you will keep the knowledge you learn within to yourself and come to me rather than to go to Oni, or God help us Logan or something. Let's keep it between us, alright?
*hugs*
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In Principio Creavit
In the beginning...
Got a B- back on my last paper; could have done better but I guess I've been distracted lately. Not as if I need more distraction, with Oni going missing, and the whole idea of vampires and still coming to grips with who I am, what I can do. But ever since the shootout in the biker bar, not my bar; not what I consider my bar I mean. But ever since I almost got caught in the crossfire at that little road-side hole that I went to that night? I've been scanning the newspapers, wondering if, or when any mention of me or my description was going to end up there - that whole materiel witness thing. Still better it happen now than when I graduate Med School in June. IF I can get my grades up. So close and yet so blasted far.
Speaking of news. There was a report today, that came over the Associated Press. In Nigeria, there are churches and ministers who are condemning children as witches. Children being tortured, burned, murdered because they are being accused of causing blight or miscarriage, children!
Here in LA? It's just a story about another part of the world. something not even worthy of the front page. Children dying due to ignorance and persecution? Not a problem for the average Joe on the street. But I don't have that ability to feel distant and superior. It's happening on this day, this hour in my country; the land of my birth. My home. It's different when family could be involved; different when - by the grace of God and the mere chance of my birth - it could have been me.
The only way the ONLY way to combat such horrors is with education; education and modern medicine and people who care. Enough people who care.
God, are you listening? We could use some help here.
*end*
This, if it works right; is going to be my private journal; for my thoughts and hopes, my fears. If I do this right it won't contain notes for memorizing; or a thesis; or anything like that. If I do this right.
Nephele, I'm hiding this in my room. So when you find it - and I know you will sooner or later - and when/if you do? I really hope that you will keep the knowledge you learn within to yourself and come to me rather than to go to Oni, or God help us Logan or something. Let's keep it between us, alright?
*hugs*
Next page
In Principio Creavit
In the beginning...
Got a B- back on my last paper; could have done better but I guess I've been distracted lately. Not as if I need more distraction, with Oni going missing, and the whole idea of vampires and still coming to grips with who I am, what I can do. But ever since the shootout in the biker bar, not my bar; not what I consider my bar I mean. But ever since I almost got caught in the crossfire at that little road-side hole that I went to that night? I've been scanning the newspapers, wondering if, or when any mention of me or my description was going to end up there - that whole materiel witness thing. Still better it happen now than when I graduate Med School in June. IF I can get my grades up. So close and yet so blasted far.
Speaking of news. There was a report today, that came over the Associated Press. In Nigeria, there are churches and ministers who are condemning children as witches. Children being tortured, burned, murdered because they are being accused of causing blight or miscarriage, children!
Here in LA? It's just a story about another part of the world. something not even worthy of the front page. Children dying due to ignorance and persecution? Not a problem for the average Joe on the street. But I don't have that ability to feel distant and superior. It's happening on this day, this hour in my country; the land of my birth. My home. It's different when family could be involved; different when - by the grace of God and the mere chance of my birth - it could have been me.
The only way the ONLY way to combat such horrors is with education; education and modern medicine and people who care. Enough people who care.
God, are you listening? We could use some help here.
*end*
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Date: 2009-10-22 02:20 am (UTC)My lips are totally sealed, but it's probably Wade you wanna watch out for. I wouldn't log any dreams in here if I were you.
*the entry regarding the children tortured by church officials is left suspiciously unmarked*
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Date: 2009-10-22 04:28 am (UTC)Nodding to herself, Anika writes some more, then conceals the book someplace else in her room, different from the last one.
And later she goes out and stops by a drug store, picking up a package of different colored glittery gel pens. Purple, and green, blue and red, orange and and yellow. As she heads out to go to work that night, she leaves the pens out in the open, on her night stand and walks away with a smile.