I had a little wish wand and I waved it to and fro,
Whenever thoughts turned heavenward, or the other place you go.
I thought it safe to trust it with my whole eternal soul,
So I wished the life I lived on earth would get me to my goal.

I wished that all would go to heaven, whatever they believed
That Buddha sat at God's right hand, that New Age be received!
I wished that Paul would change his mind, that Jesus wasn't right
Because He spoke of lostness, and a dark, eternal night.
About the way to heaven: one truth, one narrow gate;
And I was so broad-minded that I wished away my fate!

So I waved my little wish wand in the patient face of Him
Who met me at the gates of heaven and wouldn't let me in.
I wrote to heaven's congressman, but he courteously replied,
That I should have left my 'wish wand' at the feet of Him who died.

For wishes could not wish away a lifetime of rejection.
And wishes could not dress my soul in heaven's own perfection.
And wishes could not save me now for hell was so obscene,
That wishes there die ghastly deaths, strangled with a scream.

So I took my little wish wand into hell the day I died.
And I waved it at the serpent as he slithered to my side.
It was dark, but I could see him, and all I knew was fear
And no matter how I waved my wand, he wouldn't disappear.

Oh, I wished that I had wished aright; I wished I lived again
And I wished I had a body that was not racked with pain.
I wished I could remember something other than the dirt
I wished I could forget my sin as every memory hurt.
Oh I wished and wished and wished, that I could have another chance.
To cast upon the crucified a trusting, saving glance.

But the devil took my wish wand and he laughed right in my face.
And I went to live eternally in darkness and disgrace.
And I never wished a wish again, I had no heart to try.
For hell is where hope ended and where all my wishes died.

WISH WAND
by Jill Briscoe

folsom

strangely enough i think i slightly miss folsom. despite the unbearably scorching hot summers and fake plastic bubble it is. folsom prison tour once i get home!! ha i dont think ive ever gone sightseeing there. id like to see the powerhouse too if its open. and i really miss my high school teachers. i guess the campus wasnt all too shabby either. itd be really fun to relive a day of high schoool and sit thru those classes with those very engaging teachers and familiar classmates.  back in hte day when its actually possible to know everyone in ur classes.

maybe this spring break "imprisonment" in folsom (haha, get it? lame i know) wont be too terrible.

my sad, sad, sad laundry story

im so mad right now..

so i guess the laundry washer on our floor is broken. and i didnt find out till i already put my clothes and detergent in.  so i had to take it all out again. so i went to check 6 north, 4 north, 5 south, and 4 south, and all theyre machines were in use too. until on 4 south i ran into ming and he suggested i use the ones in summit. so i get into summit, takes me like 2 minutes to figure out where the washers are cuz i only saw the dryers at first. (turns out the dryers are stacked on top of the washers.) and then once i finally find a washer, the door wont open. so i spend like another 2 minutes trying to open it or figure out why it wont open. until some guy behind me informs me that its not gonna open since someones using it and u can tell cuz theres a timer on hte screen. DUHHH, smacks head. and then i fiinally find an open washer, so i load my clothes in there and pour the detergent in this little crack that says "bleach" since i cant find a crack labelled detergent. and then i see the directions on hte wall, and it says ur supposed to pour it ON TOP ** of ur clothes....SO i finally successfully reload it in another washer, and pour the detergent ON TOP of the clothes. and then i spend another 5 min looking for the slot where the coins go. and then i learn from someone else that u can only pay using a bruincard at this slidey thing near the door. so i run around the first floor of summit for another 5 minutes looking for a machine where u can add money to ur card.  till i ask some girl and she says u have to go back to hedrick for that. and so i find the hedrick machine, but it only takes $5, 10, and 20s. and laundry costs $2 so i dont wanna pay 5 if im never gonna use the summit machiens again. so i get this brilliant idea and i run back to summit, grab a random guy in the laundry room and pay him my 4 quarters to swipe me in.

SO I WASTED 40 MINUTES GETTING MY LAUNDRY LOADED!!! !!!

** is that true for all laundry washers? cuz if it is, ive been doing my laundry wrong all year. no wonder i never sniffed any detergent smell on my clothes...

ouch.

so yesterday was quite interesting.  woke up at 6:30 am, so i was quite tired. on my way to my chinese midterm, i walked into a pole and it hurt.  to make it worse, there's this loud bang, and at first i think "oh, good no one noticed." the guy in front of me just turned around and gave me a funny look. and then i hear this "oh my gosh, are u okay?"...good thing i didnt know either of them...during the test, i felt something wet on my cheek and when i looked at my hand, it was all bloody. now i have this lovely scab on my cheek. the end.

i love ucla but i hate la itself.  doesnt even begin to compare with the REAL city up north =P.