This came to me, out of nowhere really, but now that it is pinging around in side my skull I feel the need to let it out.

( Cut for Convenience )

So, uh, wow. Forever and a day, eh?

As I dust this off, I can only wonder why I am even picking this thing up again. Well, I mean, I know. Excitement + ::Bounce:: = wanting to extol the virtues of [thing] to people who care not one whit either way. Yeah, I am perverse like that. And maybe it will lead to greater things, like keeping this (this ( Read more... )

I tried. It is great irony that one can be happy without thought-thought hurts-but one can't be complete if ignoring what is underneath. Melancholia and one flash of inspiration later and I feel alive. But the calm is gone.

In other news: ( The Failings of an Omnisciable God )

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Two days into the whole affair and life is pretty sweet ^^ My teacher is a bizarre cross between Jack Nicholson and Igor on crack. He makes us take breaks every 30 minutes because he tires himself out XD Oh man, so much love ( Read more... )

So, yesterday was amazing. Was grumpy in the morning because of [thing], but after a packing adventure and a late departure I was worrying more about getting places on time than anything else. Connedvinced my father to drop me at a bookstore for 5 minutes so I could pick up something for the ride :D Yay Jacqueline Carey. Why do you make me ( Read more... )

Right now I kind of wish I would go back to the empty sleep of my past 15 years ( Read more... )

I have been thinking of this issue for a while now, and here it is.

( Why I am a godless heathen. )

So. Today was... today. On the plus side it was wonderful to see people once again. There is something very powerful about reliving a little bit of the past once and a while. I spent a moment, just a moment, in the theater. Looking in. It was... good. The smell made me smile ( Read more... )

He made a man out of sticks, with twine for clothes and green leaves turned brown for hair. Everyday they'd chat, the man tucked safely in some pocket or other. He would tell the man his troubles and then ask for advice. The man never had any, but that was okay. He was a good listener, and that was enough. One night as the fire burned low, ( Read more... )