What a strange and fulfilling sensation
to for once have heart and mind in absolute agreement

Still, I lost my hat.

Something just clanged in the kitchen but I'm too much of a gimp at the moment to be able to do anything about it. It's weird. I remember when I was about 9 years old, stealing my brother's crutches (he wasn't using them, don't worry), hopping around the house, wishing for and thinking it would be just the COOLEST THING EVER to hurt myself enough ( Read more... )

-All talk is meaningless until you figure yourself out ( Read more... )

I'm not a river or a giant bird ( Read more... )

The squeaks from the subway play the first three notes to the melody of "Somewhere" from West Side Story(There's a place. . . )as it leaves the station. I think this is pretty darn cool.

Last weekend, got off the 42nd street subway, heard "Beat It", saw large crowd, peaked over the shoulder of tall guy in front of me, saw what appeared to be a break dancer low to the ground.

I take a closer look. It turned out, this was no mere break dancer.

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. . although when I saw him, he also had a sparkly glove.

So January has come (or rather, is still coming) to a close. With it came Vericon last weekend in Boston. Aphro and I drove up in my car and stayed in Allston with her friend Lucy who is awesome for not only letting us crash at her place, but for also adoring Terry Pratchett as much as me. =)We skipped the convention friday night and went to dinner ( Read more... )

Setting: School gymnasium right before Inauguration ( Read more... )

. . . but after going through 4 cabinets, 3 large drawers, 4 shelves of books, and a couple of memory boxes. . . I still couldn't find the damn letter I wanted to read. Even after laughing and sighing quite a bit over various items, I'm definitely feeling rather upset over this. Important stuff like that just shouldn't be able to disappear ( Read more... )

8th graders, for the most part, suck. A lot. I had a class today that I just wanted to. . . well, it wouldn't be polite to write. There's no accountability! It's always "it wasn't me", "but he/she did it--" and you want to just grab them by the shoulders and scream in their faces, "I don't care!!!!" They just don't seem to have the ability to take ( Read more... )