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Unoriginal Originality: April 2014
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Saturday, April 26, 2014. Things I could talk to you about all day:. Why acting is my passion. Myers-Briggs personality types, how they define you and why they shouldn't. Where you go to be alone. My undying love for food, freckles, and Oklahoma. Why songs or books or poems make you feel things. What you notice first or most about people, physically and not (for me, humor and hands). People I love, people you love. Musical theatre shows and actors. How Jesus is real to you. Why theatre is life. God has p...
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Unoriginal Originality: commonalities
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Friday, June 27, 2014. Let me tell you some great things. It's great that you can hear someone playing worship music in a square in San Diego on a Saturday, ask him where he goes to church, and visit that church on Sunday. And with nothing in common but Jesus, have a great conversation, swap instagram follows, and be prayed over by someone who was a complete stranger the day before. It's incredible that you can find yourself on the other side of a month long trip that you've been planning for months befo...
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Unoriginal Originality: March 2014
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Sunday, March 30, 2014. Dear Brooke, thank you for coming up to me at random times just to say "I love you! In that funny cute voice of yours. Dear skirts and leggings, thank you for being there on those days I just really can't make myself wear pants. Dear TeenPact, thanks for the ways you've impacted my life. Thanks for the opportunity to impact others. Dear tea, thanks ily. Dear bed, thank you for always welcoming me back no matter how long I neglect you. Dear Jesus, thank you for being the only thing...
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Unoriginal Originality: September 2013
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Monday, September 30, 2013. In the eye of the storm. There are so many things I want to write about and yet how to isolate a single swirling thought long enough to capture it on the page? I love telling people that "oh, I think I have rehearsal that night" because I love talking about Les Mis and I love this ridonkulously talented cast and I love getting to pour my heart into singing and acting out this story that I have loved for so long. I am so indebted, so in awe of, so grateful for the faithfulness ...
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Unoriginal Originality: July 2014
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Wednesday, July 30, 2014. Being witt y ≠ being mean. 8800; being overbearing. 8800; being flirty. 8800; being insensitive. 8800; being rude. 8800; being aggressive. 8800; being weak. 8800; being pushy. 8800; being proud. 8800; being needy. 8800; being unfriendly. 8800; being cocky. 8800; being boring. 8800; being sarcastic. 8800; being undependable. 8800; being loud. 8800; being shy. 8800; being unwhole. Posted by Jenn Noelle. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile here).
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Unoriginal Originality: October 2013
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Sunday, October 27, 2013. A few of my favorite things. I made a vlog this weekend, yes I did. It's full of things I'm grateful for, some favorite things I'm focusing on after a long (but full) week. Update: I survived karaoke. I even sang. it was great fun. love my Les Mis peeps. And you can't really tell in the video because my hair's up, but I got a haircut. So here you can see it down. Not a huge difference, but a much-needed trim.). This picture brought to you by white girl selfies incorporated.
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Fernweh Magazine: June 2012
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Tips and tricks blogging. If you're reading this post, chances are that you either have a blog of your own, or regularly read those of others. Following up from a brief post last month. A few more Fernweh staffers are sharing their thoughts on blogging this month. What do you say? It's not the words in your story, it's the story in your story. An ode to denim shorts. Shirt: vintage, shorts: hacked-up jeans). And this summer is going to be an ode to denim shorts, and to the lifestyle that comes with them&...
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Fernweh Magazine: January 2013
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A semi-autobiography in eight parts. II You like tea more than coffee but you drink coffee because on days when you relent to a cup of tea you become afraid that you're turning into your mother. You drink it anyways and remember the best moments of childhood. IV You grow playlists slowly on your computer, choosing the songs carefully. You're trying to bring that feeling back with the music. Maybe nostalgia is the closest you'll ever get. VI You type fast, "maybe someday," and hit send. Rituals are a beau...
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Fernweh Magazine: December 2012
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A change of scenery. Some favourite moments from Camp Arnes in October. Backpacks and garbage bags piled up to the ceiling on The Little Bus Who (barely) Could. Boys jumping in the lake. In the minus twenty. At night. For the last cookie. S'mores in the dining hall. Girl talk in Room Seven. Evenings for courage and crying together. A German Christmas market. Does it get more Christmassy than the Christmas market in Munich, with the smells of gluhwein. Campfire bars (in jars). 1 1/2 cups mini marshmallows.
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Fernweh Magazine: February 2013
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Someone asked me this question a few weeks ago and I haven't been able to stop mulling it over. so I wrote about it. In a subway station in berlin with music from an electric guitar floating through the air and the rumble of the city beneath my feet. When I came home from a trip and my siblings screamed and hugged me so tight there was no breath left in me and the tears just came out of nowhere and spilled over as the crickets chirped their song. Sitting on a bench in front of the eiffel tower and crying.
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