Wednesday, September 22, 2004
This didn't happen
So Howlin' Pelle was...well, howlin' about how everything he does is done with diabolical intent. I'm like that's not true but he wouldn't listen so we just end up throwing dead quotes at eachother and I got sick of it. So, in need of an antidote, I asked Paul if he could come, together with a few of his friends. So he showed up and we chatted about....something...oh metaphysical science, he asked if I was majoring in medicine but I said, "No, I have never liked memorization, I nearly break down because it gets so heavy, and that's practically all it is." Then he got this look on his face like I'm crazy, "Here it comes..." I said because you have to understand that he's huge into the medical stuff. So, he tried to say that I've got to think about it, I'll be out of college with my money spent and he saw no future in a BACH degree. Of course, he's sort of right, I wonder myself what I'll do. I'll have to end up as a teacher or something like that. Then everybody was laughing because someone else stuck a £10 note up her nose and got kind of crazy. You should have seen it, I've heard she said she'd always been a dancer but the display she put on didn't quite back that. Maybe once there was a way I would have believed her but not while she was drunk. She was carried out but in the middle of the celebration I broke down and fell asleep. I wonder what'll be in my dreams tonight. Anyway, so I woke up a bit later and was talking with this pretty nice girl, but she didn't have a lot to say so I figured it was time to call an end to the party.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
The *real* college life
*sigh* I have a paper that is due yesterday, a paper due next Monday, and a paper due next Friday. Don't forget the 36 headlines about America from The Guardian that I need to write down. Well that's not precisely true, I have done 6 of them already so I only need to catch up 30 of them. And, no of course I'll be able to do that later because *of course* there's computers in the dorm that can be used at all times. Wait what? What's that? oh, the school was retarted and took the computers out of the dorm? Oh I see then, never mind, I guess I'm just screwed.
I really need a laptop.
I really need a laptop.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
controlled randomosity?
Yes, yes I know that by now you are fed up with these things and are asking yourself, "What? Another one? Dear God, another one? Arg, why another one?" but I must insist upon it. What else am I supposed to do with dreams?
So, I was in the student lounge and had just finished reading section one of chapter one in part three of Les Miserables and I promptly fell asleep (this is not a commentary on my likings of the book, I, in fact, love it so far). Most of it as usual is not rememberable. I was in the lounge. But instead of it being empty and serene there were people in it, many people who were making noise. Talking, movement, etc. Otherwise it was the exact same thing as "reality". To prove this I *woke up* and showed myself and then re-entered dream world. Then someone came in and started to play music on their computer which I could only hear in dream world, when I awoke momentarily there was still no one in the room. This person thoug was obviousy agitating many of the people in the room as it wasn't "Sabbath music" and it was loudish. It agitated me too because I wanted solitude in the first place and at least quiet if not that. So I said, "I don't care about the faith part of this but can you please at least put on headphones so we can have quiet?" He seemed at first to be mainly confused and I made up for my rather imposing comment by saying (rather cryptically) "It's not like it matter, this is only dream world. I can wake up and be in quiet anytime" which I then did to again prove that it was possible. But then while I was in dream world I said to myself, "Ah, but what if *this* is reality and the other is the dream?" and then I "awoke" again and again found it to be empty and silent but *this* time I heard a voice and then I saw a water tower outside the building (which doesn't exist) and it became covered in trees. Then the lounge changed and someone came from outside (the only way to do so is through emergency exits) and he made some passing comment on having been doing something mundane and tossed a brown-paper bag into a trash can. But I mention this because I had suspicions that he was a terrorist bent on killing the students in the lounge. Then things took another turn. I found myself going to the Scottish line dancing thing which is on tonight but it met at a bus and we packed on to it like sardines. I was on the top floor of it as it *was* a double decker but it certainly was *not* a traditional double decker. This top floor was small as ever and felt like it was above the second story on buildings. there was barely any room for the amount of people in it and yet I had a clear view of everything. However, I started to get rather claustrophobic and frightened because the bus was going rather breakneck-fast and did not seem stable. I was afraid of what would happen if it were to tip because it felt like there was no way out of the little box I was trapped in. Anyway, a friend of mine was sitting ahead of me and somehow the seats were arranged in a slight U so the first and last seats were highest up, and, as me and this friend were in those seats, I could see him perfectly clear. At some point we passed through cars on the wrong side of traffic and it seemed as though we hit a few, but I was assured we did not. Briefly after that it was seen why cars were on the wrong side of the road; a semi had been squashed by some horrid accident and had blocked movement. We quickly rushed through the gap and continued on but about that moment my friend's head began to swell up. Swell up to about three times the normal size of a head. As one can imagine, I was concerned and went down the stairs to the lower level of the bus as best I could and called out for a dean or something. I said, "My friend's head is swelling,"
He said, "Woopee," in a decidely uninterested tone. In the end he did nothing and I was rather perturbed but as my friend's head began to shrink to a more believable size I decided I didn't have anything to demand from the person any longer and let him go without much rebuke. But I *did* attempt to kick him as he climbed back down the stairs to the lower level.
Bloody dreams. Make no sense
So, I was in the student lounge and had just finished reading section one of chapter one in part three of Les Miserables and I promptly fell asleep (this is not a commentary on my likings of the book, I, in fact, love it so far). Most of it as usual is not rememberable. I was in the lounge. But instead of it being empty and serene there were people in it, many people who were making noise. Talking, movement, etc. Otherwise it was the exact same thing as "reality". To prove this I *woke up* and showed myself and then re-entered dream world. Then someone came in and started to play music on their computer which I could only hear in dream world, when I awoke momentarily there was still no one in the room. This person thoug was obviousy agitating many of the people in the room as it wasn't "Sabbath music" and it was loudish. It agitated me too because I wanted solitude in the first place and at least quiet if not that. So I said, "I don't care about the faith part of this but can you please at least put on headphones so we can have quiet?" He seemed at first to be mainly confused and I made up for my rather imposing comment by saying (rather cryptically) "It's not like it matter, this is only dream world. I can wake up and be in quiet anytime" which I then did to again prove that it was possible. But then while I was in dream world I said to myself, "Ah, but what if *this* is reality and the other is the dream?" and then I "awoke" again and again found it to be empty and silent but *this* time I heard a voice and then I saw a water tower outside the building (which doesn't exist) and it became covered in trees. Then the lounge changed and someone came from outside (the only way to do so is through emergency exits) and he made some passing comment on having been doing something mundane and tossed a brown-paper bag into a trash can. But I mention this because I had suspicions that he was a terrorist bent on killing the students in the lounge. Then things took another turn. I found myself going to the Scottish line dancing thing which is on tonight but it met at a bus and we packed on to it like sardines. I was on the top floor of it as it *was* a double decker but it certainly was *not* a traditional double decker. This top floor was small as ever and felt like it was above the second story on buildings. there was barely any room for the amount of people in it and yet I had a clear view of everything. However, I started to get rather claustrophobic and frightened because the bus was going rather breakneck-fast and did not seem stable. I was afraid of what would happen if it were to tip because it felt like there was no way out of the little box I was trapped in. Anyway, a friend of mine was sitting ahead of me and somehow the seats were arranged in a slight U so the first and last seats were highest up, and, as me and this friend were in those seats, I could see him perfectly clear. At some point we passed through cars on the wrong side of traffic and it seemed as though we hit a few, but I was assured we did not. Briefly after that it was seen why cars were on the wrong side of the road; a semi had been squashed by some horrid accident and had blocked movement. We quickly rushed through the gap and continued on but about that moment my friend's head began to swell up. Swell up to about three times the normal size of a head. As one can imagine, I was concerned and went down the stairs to the lower level of the bus as best I could and called out for a dean or something. I said, "My friend's head is swelling,"
He said, "Woopee," in a decidely uninterested tone. In the end he did nothing and I was rather perturbed but as my friend's head began to shrink to a more believable size I decided I didn't have anything to demand from the person any longer and let him go without much rebuke. But I *did* attempt to kick him as he climbed back down the stairs to the lower level.
Bloody dreams. Make no sense
Drink! Drink! Drink and be merry!
The clouds are moving awfully fast today. Yesterday I was awaiting two of my friends as they relieved themselves at the mall and, being as tired as I was, I put my head down on my backpack to rest my neck and eyes. A few moments later I was disturbed by a mall security officer asking "You ok, mate?"
I say, "Yes, yes, fine, I'm just waiting for some friends who went to the bathroom,"
I notice behind him is an older woman holding some sort of strong box and looking at me with slightly worried eyes. I ask, "Do I need to move?" for the stores had been closing up their entrances (at 6pm no less! I am not used to this kind of early closing) but, "No, no," he says and leaves me be.
Let me give you a picture. I was wearing my duster and jeans. I have rather long hair which, I admit, is generally unkempt but not disturbingly so. I wash it and part it in the middle; no combing or product or anything like that, just natural. I had with me my backpack, the backpack of my friend (a girl's small backpack this is), three or so bags with shirts (that they had bought earlier), and a jacket I think. Oh, and a purse.
Would you not think I was a tired male who had to spend the day shopping with, if not many, girls at least a girl causing overall lack of energy, hence the head being down and the restful additude? Why then was I in need of assitance?
On a nicer note, I have to admit the first thing I thought after being brought back to reality was that this was an insanely curteous and kind thing to do, so don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to say, "Bah, that's so annoying, what's wrong with British people, sheesh," it wasn't annoying at all, just rather odd. My question is what in the world gave the impression I was downtrodden?
Well, anyway, it took me by suprise, regardless. Where in America will security officers ask if you are doing ok? Unless they expect that you have a bomb or if you've been jumping up onto tables and screaming things like, "I am an owl! I live in the Tower of Flints!!"
Oh, speaking of odd things to say at random, if you're reading this and you live in England then go find a bottle of "Innocent" fruit smoothie stuff, anything from that label will do, and then read whatever is on the bottle or box or whatever it is that you managed to procure. It's the squibnocket of fruit drinks.
Oh, that was off topic...
Wait...topic?
*edit*
I managed to find the website for the aforementioned fruit drinks and so here you are: Innocent Drinks
I say, "Yes, yes, fine, I'm just waiting for some friends who went to the bathroom,"
I notice behind him is an older woman holding some sort of strong box and looking at me with slightly worried eyes. I ask, "Do I need to move?" for the stores had been closing up their entrances (at 6pm no less! I am not used to this kind of early closing) but, "No, no," he says and leaves me be.
Let me give you a picture. I was wearing my duster and jeans. I have rather long hair which, I admit, is generally unkempt but not disturbingly so. I wash it and part it in the middle; no combing or product or anything like that, just natural. I had with me my backpack, the backpack of my friend (a girl's small backpack this is), three or so bags with shirts (that they had bought earlier), and a jacket I think. Oh, and a purse.
Would you not think I was a tired male who had to spend the day shopping with, if not many, girls at least a girl causing overall lack of energy, hence the head being down and the restful additude? Why then was I in need of assitance?
On a nicer note, I have to admit the first thing I thought after being brought back to reality was that this was an insanely curteous and kind thing to do, so don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to say, "Bah, that's so annoying, what's wrong with British people, sheesh," it wasn't annoying at all, just rather odd. My question is what in the world gave the impression I was downtrodden?
Well, anyway, it took me by suprise, regardless. Where in America will security officers ask if you are doing ok? Unless they expect that you have a bomb or if you've been jumping up onto tables and screaming things like, "I am an owl! I live in the Tower of Flints!!"
Oh, speaking of odd things to say at random, if you're reading this and you live in England then go find a bottle of "Innocent" fruit smoothie stuff, anything from that label will do, and then read whatever is on the bottle or box or whatever it is that you managed to procure. It's the squibnocket of fruit drinks.
Oh, that was off topic...
Wait...topic?
*edit*
I managed to find the website for the aforementioned fruit drinks and so here you are: Innocent Drinks
Thursday, September 16, 2004
The Disconnection
Whoa. I just spent about 30 minutes or so listening to a female Chris Martin but jazier and more introspective and *incredibly* sexual. Go buy Carina Round this instant.
Monday, September 06, 2004
Royal Britannia
Hey hey hey! Guess where this post is being written from! The green shores of England! I've finally started college! Yup, I've gone and joined the ranks of the adult, haha. So far I've seen plenty of London, kick arse city that be. We went to the Notting Hill festival on Monday which was basically just a huge crowd with loud music and much molestation (from trying to weave one's way through said crowd). The only slightly eventfuly thing that happened was that threee of our party got lost within the first 30 minutes. Interestingly enough, however, we caught up with them right as we entered the train station to go back home. Amazing, no?
Well anyway, I also went to London later on Sunday with the school so luckily it was free to *go* but because the bus left at 3pm and me and my two other friends decided we didn't want to leave quite then we decided to get a train back, which unfortunately cost me an extra 10 pounds, but oh well. And again, as soon as we got back to the train station we met up with more friends who we didn't even know were staying behind from the bus like we did.
So anyway, I've been having a fun time here, met a nice number of friends. Oh! I am the youngest one here. I could swear, everybody is like 20 or more and I'm only a pathetic 18. Nah, it's not like it's a big deal but it's so funny! I'm so damn young! Ha ha.
Well anyway, I'm much to tired to give a detailed post of the going-ons so far. Plus I have a speech due tomorrow sumtime about 1:10pm that I haven't even really started on. So I must bid thee all adieu.
Adieu, until the next time I manage to make a post.
Well anyway, I also went to London later on Sunday with the school so luckily it was free to *go* but because the bus left at 3pm and me and my two other friends decided we didn't want to leave quite then we decided to get a train back, which unfortunately cost me an extra 10 pounds, but oh well. And again, as soon as we got back to the train station we met up with more friends who we didn't even know were staying behind from the bus like we did.
So anyway, I've been having a fun time here, met a nice number of friends. Oh! I am the youngest one here. I could swear, everybody is like 20 or more and I'm only a pathetic 18. Nah, it's not like it's a big deal but it's so funny! I'm so damn young! Ha ha.
Well anyway, I'm much to tired to give a detailed post of the going-ons so far. Plus I have a speech due tomorrow sumtime about 1:10pm that I haven't even really started on. So I must bid thee all adieu.
Adieu, until the next time I manage to make a post.
Monday, August 23, 2004
booty! (teh pirate kind that be)
New link! That's right I have a new link up. It's a webcomic (what else) called Boussole and its genious...and gorgeous. Ya so go read it right now! It's filled with piratey goodness!! Yarr!
But now I have to go and die on my bed plesantly
....or attack my right big-toenail....
But now I have to go and die on my bed plesantly
....or attack my right big-toenail....
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Believe we'll come to see in harmony
I think that you never understand how important something is until you've lost it. That applies to so many things, I'm sure. Not to be sentimental or anything like that, I'm incredibly repulsed by sentimentalism. Regardless of if it's bad or not, I don't know what it is, it just puts me off incredibly. But I'm tired of having nothing to do. And of course, you being the avid reader of my posts that you are :P, you know what that really means to me.
Top 5 best theoretical concerts (at the moment of course)
1. The Beatles sometime in 69 or 70 during the Abbey Road and Let It Be sessions either outside in backyard or inside a little studio, like the one on Abbey Road for instance, but not during a recording just during a jam. (this one will always be first on this list)
2. Coldplay in a small pub in England some place before Rush of Blood but *just* before so they would throw in one or two of those songs that they would be "still working on"
3. Weezer either right after Pinkerton or before at some sort of normal venue, usual concertness.
4. The Strokes set up in the corner of a smoky pub (not that I smoke or like smoke but for some reason it should be smoky) before they hit it big in America playing stuff from Is This It?
and then hmm.... 5.
I have to make it a throw away at the moment because I'm not sure of what I would want to see after all these others but as of right now I'd like to see Carina Round play, practically anywhere.
Dammit, I want people to play music with!
Top 5 best theoretical concerts (at the moment of course)
1. The Beatles sometime in 69 or 70 during the Abbey Road and Let It Be sessions either outside in backyard or inside a little studio, like the one on Abbey Road for instance, but not during a recording just during a jam. (this one will always be first on this list)
2. Coldplay in a small pub in England some place before Rush of Blood but *just* before so they would throw in one or two of those songs that they would be "still working on"
3. Weezer either right after Pinkerton or before at some sort of normal venue, usual concertness.
4. The Strokes set up in the corner of a smoky pub (not that I smoke or like smoke but for some reason it should be smoky) before they hit it big in America playing stuff from Is This It?
and then hmm.... 5.
I have to make it a throw away at the moment because I'm not sure of what I would want to see after all these others but as of right now I'd like to see Carina Round play, practically anywhere.
Dammit, I want people to play music with!
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you may need this to read this post...
http://www.nickciske.com/tools/binary.php
oh and be sure not to include all the hard returns, I had to include them otherwise the post would be off the screen.
Have fun! *evil smile*
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you may need this to read this post...
http://www.nickciske.com/tools/binary.php
oh and be sure not to include all the hard returns, I had to include them otherwise the post would be off the screen.
Have fun! *evil smile*
Friday, August 20, 2004
sipping your caffiene alone
I don't think there are many people who actually understand what the point of activity is. Bowling is not the point of bowling, nor is mini-golf, watching movies, going to coffee shops, or even going to a park. Although there is always...ok well mostly something in each of the activities (I say mostly because of things like clubs or other such nonsense) but the main point of an activity is *not* the activity. It is in fact the social aspect of it. Think about it the next time you go to a coffee shop, bowl, mini-golf, whatever it is you're doing outside your home. If you do it alone, think even harder about it. There is no satisfaction to bowling alone. There is no satisfaction to walking alone. There is no satisfaction to drinking coffee alone!! The absolute and obvious point is that we are social creatures and our entire purpose of being outside our homes revolves around being sociable. Unfortunately, as I started this post with, I don't think many people understand this. Suggestions of what to do are not brought up with the expectation of conversation or sociablitiy, more with the expectation of something to entertain all the people involved in the party and to keep from conversation having to be done. Which is against the point of activity in the first place!!! Bah, I'm frustrated with this society now.
I'm going to move to England! Ha!
Of course, it's not really going to be any better over there...
But that's beside the point!
Ok moving on, www.carinaround.com has a new video up for Let It Fall and oh my goodness I can't wait til I'm in England and will be able to buy this record. It's absolutely marvelous.
Besides that there's not much new...oh! I made up a new song but that isn't really that interesting. I would post the tabs for it but I'm afraid that if I do that it'll get stolen, not that it's that good, but that I'm paranoid.
Ok so in other news did you hear about the sinkhole in Mass that nearly swallowed a pregnant lady? Funny stuff.
Well that's about it, I'm in the mood to just start babbling off nonsense, and listening to facking aweseom music in japanese doesn't help. (I'm talking about The Pillows who you must instantly look up and listen to)
So I will leave this post as it is and go chat or just randomly type nonsense...maybe even a poem!
adieu
I'm going to move to England! Ha!
Of course, it's not really going to be any better over there...
But that's beside the point!
Ok moving on, www.carinaround.com has a new video up for Let It Fall and oh my goodness I can't wait til I'm in England and will be able to buy this record. It's absolutely marvelous.
Besides that there's not much new...oh! I made up a new song but that isn't really that interesting. I would post the tabs for it but I'm afraid that if I do that it'll get stolen, not that it's that good, but that I'm paranoid.
Ok so in other news did you hear about the sinkhole in Mass that nearly swallowed a pregnant lady? Funny stuff.
Well that's about it, I'm in the mood to just start babbling off nonsense, and listening to facking aweseom music in japanese doesn't help. (I'm talking about The Pillows who you must instantly look up and listen to)
So I will leave this post as it is and go chat or just randomly type nonsense...maybe even a poem!
adieu
Thursday, August 19, 2004
so sleepy
Bah, what can I say? I'm tired and getting lazy right now. Tomorrow I'm going to have to pack pack pack like I have been. And plus this posting thing is bothering me because I am supposed to have a setting that automatically changes the text and it's colour and size and all but it's not working. I'm too frustrated and tired to bother with posting.
Meh...later maybe
Meh...later maybe
Sunday, August 15, 2004
i lied
Ok, ok, I know I said I was going to sleep but I got caught up in a linking journey through more webcomics. Found some absolutely great ones. Check out Orneryboy and Return to Sender and this other one called...um... a softer life...or something. But ya have fun with those. I really do have to sleep now.
*edit at 2:23 AM* the one I couldn't remember is http://asofterworld.com
*edit at 2:23 AM* the one I couldn't remember is http://asofterworld.com
ooo
Wow, I know, I know. It's been forever since I last posted. I just have been getting bored with the whole "oo wow i have my own website!!!11" thing. And plus I've been in Massachusets for the last few days. Although that's not really an excuse. Oh, and what with having to pack everything up. Ah well, no matter. It's time for me to stop making excuses and get back to posting often. But right now I have to go to sleep. I would stay up and chat but the person I was chatting with mysteriously dissapeared without warning....
Well, anyway. There's a new webcomic up in my little link section. Check it out, it's called "Wigu" and it may contain one of the best characters yet. Topato is hilarious. So anyway have fun with that...oh and all the other webcomics for that matter. They are really great. Unforunately some of the webcomics I like don't have link buttons on their site so not all the ones I like are actually there. But no worries, just look in the link sections of any of the webcomics that *are* on my site and you'll find plenty more.
So right...sleep....right....
bah oh well.
Goodnight all.
Well, anyway. There's a new webcomic up in my little link section. Check it out, it's called "Wigu" and it may contain one of the best characters yet. Topato is hilarious. So anyway have fun with that...oh and all the other webcomics for that matter. They are really great. Unforunately some of the webcomics I like don't have link buttons on their site so not all the ones I like are actually there. But no worries, just look in the link sections of any of the webcomics that *are* on my site and you'll find plenty more.
So right...sleep....right....
bah oh well.
Goodnight all.
Saturday, July 24, 2004
pack pack pack
Bah, I am frustrated. I am packing away and suddenly I run out of boxes. Infuriating. I still have an entire wall of books to pack, let alone the random personal items I have still lying around. I think I will get more boxes from our downstairs storage and fill those up. I don't like to have to be stopped in the middle of something like this because I know that it will be a long time before I am up to packing again. So, hopefully, tonight I can get a chance to pack more. Hopefully...
odd randomosity
Yup, another one. This one was *very* odd. Much I can't remember, so bear with the choppy description. The earliest thing I remember was getting the keys to my mum's car while we were in a rather empty parking lot at night and going to get the car. So I was drving but very poorly, I even messed up and went up onto a small hill, but that kind that separates different parts of a parking lot, not a real natural one. From there it seemed that we were in a sort of amusement park because things around the road seemed to be off that sort of look. And because there were go-carts in one section, that the road almost intercepted. Then there was one attraction that had a mascot, like some animal, and I remembered that I was going to buy a stuffed one or something, but I didn't. The thinking was that the mascot would be a funny but useful gift to my highschool, which is odd in itself. From there, we left the "park". Then there's a blank spot I can't remember, but somehow I ended up *at* this highschool, except it was this new year, and I was apparently going (which makes no sense as I just graduated) along with one of my close friends. The next remembrance was being in the main building of this school and everyone was watching a bunch of clips from movies, although I have no idea why. And then there was one clip that was supposed to be My Fair Lady but wasn't at all (you know how in dreams things are whatever you mind tells you they are, regardless of what they are). For some reason I was pointing out to my friend that it was a hilarious movie, basically that the clip we were watching did it no justice, the main character couldn't talk, it was great, really funny, etc. all of which is completely wrong, but again, whatever your brain says is reality in dreams, is. Well, anyway. After these movie clips we began to walk to the dorms. I should have noticed but I passed up girls on the way to what was the guy's dorm, which obviously isn't normal. Upon reaching the dorm, it was, as usual locked, and a group of guys hung out outside the doors, waiting for them to be unlocked (this is all normal custom at this highschool haha). Anyway, one of my friends here looked like he had been in jail or something as his hair was shaved down to almost nothing (although he had very short hair normally) and at first he was handcuffed. Of course, nothing stays one way in dreams, and he, very naturally, wasn't handcuffed the next second or so. We talked like old friends and he showed me a pellet gun he had that was very small, everyone near was raving about it. Of course, he wasn't supposed to have something like this, and it was being put away very slickly every once in awhile to keep it from the eyes of someone important, not sure who it was supposed to be. Then a woman came to the door from the inside, who everyone called "Mr." something, which made no sense to me. They treated her like they knew her already, and I think part of it was that they did, like they had prior experience with her. Then she said something like, "Time to go in," and I was concerned because it seemed like not everyone was there yet, there seemed to only be like 20 kids there, girls and boys. Which turned out to be everyone, in fact. Then we went inside I think, but wherever we ended up it wasn't really the dorm (again, one of those dream things). We were in a classroom, but first we were lining up for something, and I ran back with one of my friends to the end of the line. After the line, some girl I don't know accused me of calling her "Belle" or "Bell", (I know! So odd!!) which I didn't remember, but she assured me was true, so I apologized, but I don't think she was satisfied. Then we went over to the actual classroom and I found a widely distributed publication from the religion that this school was based under (SotT for those who wonder) on the desks, as if they were going to be used as textbooks. Then we began to watch a movie, that was one of those corny films, that I can't really describe well right now. Religious in nature, but a sentimental religious type film. It's hard to describe, one has to have seen these things to understand what I mean. I was attempting to joke with someone about the movie's crappiness but everyone seemed to like the movie perfectly fine, or just not mind it.
That's pretty much all I can remember.
bloody dreams, make no sense
That's pretty much all I can remember.
bloody dreams, make no sense
Friday, July 23, 2004
Fiercly Battled
Alas, I fall.
I speak to thee with the tongue like
the bird chirps with the beak. But
the bird can harmonize in such
melodious tones that human chords
are not able to produce. I am
reduced to mutterings and groans
for my speech, coupled with clicks
and ticks of the teeth and tongue,
meeting eachother as swords: for
what is our tongue but a sword?
We use it to cut, shear, and tear
people down. And I fall, I put down
my sword, I give up the fight, I
cease to evade my foe's attacks
and feel the burn of steel whipping
through my skin. Death knocks at
my door and I let him enter.
Carry On
I dry my eyes and fight the lies that carry lives into demise
stand up and carry those who fall and tear down walls and love them all
embrace the darkness, lonliness and guilt and shame and fear of this
pick up the blame and wear it proudly on my shirt as proof of pain
sleep nights of tears and days of fears and turn the gears
and turn the gears
stand up and carry those who fall and tear down walls and love them all
embrace the darkness, lonliness and guilt and shame and fear of this
pick up the blame and wear it proudly on my shirt as proof of pain
sleep nights of tears and days of fears and turn the gears
and turn the gears
Thursday, July 22, 2004
links!
No, not the thing one eats for breakfast...
WEBPAGE LINKS!
yay! Well, I added a ton of links today. Hopefully none of the sites don't want me to. But I'm sure that if I'm not supposed to link to them then they'll tell me. Well, have fun checking out my favorite webcomics and some of my favorite bands! I'll post something else cool later.
Wow, a cool post? That would be a first....
WEBPAGE LINKS!
yay! Well, I added a ton of links today. Hopefully none of the sites don't want me to. But I'm sure that if I'm not supposed to link to them then they'll tell me. Well, have fun checking out my favorite webcomics and some of my favorite bands! I'll post something else cool later.
Wow, a cool post? That would be a first....
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Spector
Numbers take up all my space,
all the space within my mind.
And all else shall take it's place
at the proper time.
But everytime it hones in view
I lose my current focus.
Forgetting all the things I knew,
pushed out of my solace.
Words can take up all the space,
some which are not mine.
Even though it seems a waste,
a waste of precious time.
But when I see it coming near
my words all seem to hide,
all the words I hold so dear,
when it hits my eyes.
Music swallows up my soul,
puts me in another time,
leaves me with an empty hole;
I've lost something of mine.
But then I see it once again,
it swallows up my sight.
I go completely blind and then
I cannot find the light!
all the space within my mind.
And all else shall take it's place
at the proper time.
But everytime it hones in view
I lose my current focus.
Forgetting all the things I knew,
pushed out of my solace.
Words can take up all the space,
some which are not mine.
Even though it seems a waste,
a waste of precious time.
But when I see it coming near
my words all seem to hide,
all the words I hold so dear,
when it hits my eyes.
Music swallows up my soul,
puts me in another time,
leaves me with an empty hole;
I've lost something of mine.
But then I see it once again,
it swallows up my sight.
I go completely blind and then
I cannot find the light!
random strangeness
This one I have barely any recolection of.
I remember I was climbing on roofs (or is that rooves? haha) and there was a rope that I had to climb. That's pretty much all of the first one.
But then I went back to sleep and I can remember a little more of this one. I was at some kind of museum. But thre were lots of doors. For some reason I had to open them to find the way out. It was a maze, in other words. I was with somebody who I don't remember now. We had apparently gotten separated from our group, which I think was my old high school but I'm not sure. Anyway, one of these doors led to the exit, we knew, but which one it was, we didn't. It was getting kind of desperate because we knew that the group would be leaving soon but we couldn't find the way out. At some point my friend ran off because they seemed to know where they were going and I was using some sort of electronic device to record which ways they were taking (it was very weird) but they got too fast for me to keep up with entering the data so I lost track of them. So then I was stuck on my own in this maze and I couldn't find my way out. I think I woke up after that but I can't remember any more of it anyway.
bloody dreams, make no sense
I remember I was climbing on roofs (or is that rooves? haha) and there was a rope that I had to climb. That's pretty much all of the first one.
But then I went back to sleep and I can remember a little more of this one. I was at some kind of museum. But thre were lots of doors. For some reason I had to open them to find the way out. It was a maze, in other words. I was with somebody who I don't remember now. We had apparently gotten separated from our group, which I think was my old high school but I'm not sure. Anyway, one of these doors led to the exit, we knew, but which one it was, we didn't. It was getting kind of desperate because we knew that the group would be leaving soon but we couldn't find the way out. At some point my friend ran off because they seemed to know where they were going and I was using some sort of electronic device to record which ways they were taking (it was very weird) but they got too fast for me to keep up with entering the data so I lost track of them. So then I was stuck on my own in this maze and I couldn't find my way out. I think I woke up after that but I can't remember any more of it anyway.
bloody dreams, make no sense
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