I have way too much time If I'm translating Evanescence into Spanish ... v.v ( Read more... )

I sit here, in the somber darkness of night ( Read more... )

So many interesting things I forgot to mention that I had to do another post. My dog got nuetered today... Poor thing. He's like really depressed now. I feel so sorry for him ( Read more... )

Adam Kauffman knows that that means "I want to let myself go." Which I do, but unfotunantly since I don't drink or do teh drugs, I can only do that through meditation, and that takes too much effort ( Read more... )

Craig Carrol knows that that means "Life will go on." I was reading his LiveJournal and I checked out a Painist that cosplays Squall and plays the paino, aptly named "Piano Squall," and so I started DLing his muzack and it sounds great. That got me looking on my computer for other FF Muzack and I found some old FF stuff I DLed, which includes the ( Read more... )

I got back from lovely Nanticoke, Pennsylvania and something tells me I would've had a great time if I weren't so antisocial. While my entire family got shitfaced, I spent my time in my cousin's basement, watching TV. Something about drunk people makes me uneasy. My brother got so drunk when he passed out, he'd occasionally forget to breathe... ( Read more... )

Last night I renuited with the group from SLS at Jack's house and it was teh shit. Is B-day was a few days ago, and I guess it was the party last night, so anyways, I got Jack the Evanescence CD and for the card, I gave him a page of my AP Chem packet ^_^. Anyways, after pizza and festivities were had by all, we cruised on over to Jillians at the ( Read more... )

Ezra Pound wrote a two-line poem about the uniformity of mass socity (Everyone who was in 220 last year knows what I'm talkin' about). I recently re-read it and instead of recognizing the uniformity, I saw it in a different light. I saw the futility of individuality. As of now, I'm a "petal on a wet, black bough"... There's nothing that everyone ( Read more... )

A line from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock... and it got me thinking. Perhaps I've been using the concept of "later" too much. There will be time, indeed, but how much? There will be time... time to what? Time to change? Time to reveal? Time to take off the face that I made to meet the other faces that I meet? Time to meet people that ( Read more... )

It seems that as of Tomorrow, when I turn in my Chem Packet (which has 3.5 asgn. to be completed ... Let's see 3.5 asgn x 1.5 hours/asng + 4.5 hours of destration = 9.75 hours of unhappiness), I will have nothing productive to do till August 30 when I go to Freshman orientation (I'm a big brother.) Thrusday is Jack's party and Friday I'm of to Moc ( Read more... )