And so I say:

CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD YE NOT GUILTY.

...but who cares. He's just so damn funny!

I have met the angriest man ever. He didn't even have to make an expression to show his disdain for all of mankind. His stare conveys his mistrust; his blase' attitude shows his impatience and disgust with being forced to participate in a society he finds unfit for his graces. His hatred is unparalleled, his desire to demoralize unwavering. His ( Read more... )

5 classes down and 1 to go... it's really the homestretch.

I'm in the CAD lab at 6:22 am and am having the time of my life! I haven't had this much fun in a long time. No inhibitions... everything goes. It's so amazing. Who knew designing a car jack could be this much fun? The juniors of the MECE department are awesome ( Read more... )

I finally finished my paper on Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse in which I discuss Lily's revelation that the continuity in life is the discontinuity of an ever-changing world filled with only transient events. I was unsure of my thesis for quite some time, until a certain event yesterday granted me greater understanding ( Read more... )

On my way to Starbucks tonight, I encountered two obviously drunk men meandering along Broadway shoulder to shoulder. They sang without words, in different keys, almost two different songs. It was a cacophonous racket complemented by the sound of cars and taxi cabs. Then there was that man singing along to his IPOD and the girl on line at ( Read more... )

The gaze of the All-Seeing Eye pierces the concealing shroud draped over it and perceives all. It is forever watchful, vigilant, observant, unforgiving. The gaze of the All-Seeing Eye sees more than one would be led to believe. Erroneous pretenses are cast aside effortlessly, as such cajolery is hollow in comparison to the substance of integrity ( Read more... )

Today was the first time I was called an evil man by a child for offering to put on a Harry Potter movie.

Friend: I'm worried I won't get an A in my writing class this semester. My teacher just hates me. I'm the only one she ever says is wrong, even when we're talking about poetry ( Read more... )