Friday, October 1, 2004

I have two turn tables and a microphone
You won't hear from my anymore this weekend, so I thought I'd just let you know that now. I work two night shifts right after each other, and won't have no time to blog.

I've figured out a way around the evil eccentricities of my Arts & Hummanities class. Granted, you won't care because you don't even know what the problem is, but you can be happy with the knowledge that the problem is solved.

The Utopia colliquem was kind of a disappointment, and not because the teachers rambled on for the first half of it. Rather, it seemed like those in control of the discussion we steering it away from the dark neccesity of Utopia; that is, the sqeltching of individuality. I really didn't care about More's portrayal of the role of religion in his society; I was more concerned with how there could be no free thought in it. The professors didn't communicate with me along those lines.

They also didn't acknowledge my point that more people have died in the name of utopia than any other cause in history. I want my money back.

And, because it's October, I'm going to alternate between Holloween themes and political musings. Today, Holloween!

Have you ever seen the original Alien? if not, you should. It's a masterpiece of horror and sci fi, and an excellent film in general. Don't judge it by it's sequels.

Alien definatly rates as my favorite horror movie, but as times goes by, I'll be rating other horror classics, some good, some terrible, all fun.

Fun like Alien. Alien is fun. We serve a pastry at the cafe that looks like the alien egg pod just before the face hugger larvae pops out. It's delicious.

Thought of the moment: I'm waiting for Julia (<3!) to call.

Quote of the moment: "You're trapped in the past, Faust! That's why you can never become Shaman King!" - Yoh Asakura

Song of the moment:

"Silver and Cold", AFI

I... I came here by day, but I left here in darkness
And found you, found you on the way
And now, it is silver and silent, it is silver and cold
You, in somber resplendence, I hold

Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one

Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me
As you're longing to sing
So I... I will paint you in silver, I will wrap you in cold
I will lift up your voice as I sink

Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me

Cold in life's throws, I'll fall asleep for you
Cold in life's throws, I only ask you turn away
Cold in life's throws, I'll fall asleep for you
Cold in life's throws, I only ask you turn
As they seep... into me, oh, my beautiful one, now

Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me)
Your sins into me... oh

Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into...
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
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