Thursday, September 30, 2004

   Oro?
Hmm, life has a funny way of working out, y'know? I believe that my facade is more transparent than I used to believe. Unfortunately, I have abnormally observant friends (one more-so than the others) and I believe that she has begun to see me for what/who I truely am. Especially because of my love-life (or lack thereof at the moment) a situation which seems to make me more obvious. C'est la vie.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2004

It really depends on the "me" you're talking to at the moment.

Take the Spirit Quiz and visit Castle Diqueria.







Take the Spirit Quiz and visit Castle Diqueria.

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Halloween
*cheers* I just got two of the best carving-pumkins that I've ever seen for my jack-o-lanterns this Halloween. Woot. Now all I have to do is decide which designs to put on them. What do y'all think: the wolf howling at the moon, the headless horseman, the mystic castle, or the scary-ass face? (and yes, I do get m designs out of a book, but that's only because I'm not confident enough in my creative ability to make a design of my own. This is my process, leave me alone.)
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Monday, September 20, 2004

   Sit-coms
ARGH!!! Why don't sit-coms hire actual comedians to write funny scripts instead of hiring stupid people who think their little puns and sight gags are funny and borrowing from every situation comedy ever written since the invention of the television!?! Sit-coms are just a futile attempt to re-create Commedia Del'Arte for a stupid and video-sated public and ruin a wonderful art form in the process!!! I HATE SIT-COMS!!!!!
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Sunday, September 19, 2004

   Movie
Saw Without A Paddle for the second time today. Still great.
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Friday, September 17, 2004

   Surprises
Wa-Hoo!! I just got three of my top five favorite movies of all time!! Now all I need is The Green Mile and Without a Paddle (amazingly funny, by the way, everyone should see it) to complete my collection.
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Wednesday, September 15, 2004

   Something Big
Something really big happened to me last night. I'm not even sure how it happened, either. Anyways, what happened was I was out walking around and suddenly, it hit me. I can finally accept my friends and I feel like I can connect with them now. The only way I can describe it is that I finally heard The Music. I don't know how it happened or when, but I think I'm happy now.
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Tuesday, September 7, 2004

*blinks*
Ok, I had a massively disturbing dream last night and I have no clue what it means. So right now I'm feeling lower than anyone could possibly feel. I can't really seem to get my life in gear. Just when I think I've got it figured out how to be happy, something happens that gets me more depressed than I've ever been. So, I usually just take a walk and wallow in self-pity like your average, run-of-the-mill moron. To sum up, I'd rather take a sawed-off shotgun blast point-blank in the chest before facing another day. Later.
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Saturday, September 4, 2004

   Ugh.
Unquestionable agony. Abject misery. Utter torment. This is the very definition of torture. That's the only way I can describe it. Here's the horrible truth: I've got a cold. Maybe I'm being overly dramatic, but I swear this is far worse than when I had pneumonia and I was in the ER for that. Plus, I'm missing my tree-day weekend. ARGH!! Anyways, stay away from people who are sick, 'cause it sucks.

P.S. I got a B+ on my Philosophy paper! YAY!
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Friday, September 3, 2004

My absoulute most favorite poem ever.
RICHARD CORY

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favoured and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good Morning!" and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine -- we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.
-Edwin Arlington Robinson

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