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Sunday, December 23rd, 2007
8:21 pm	Time for my Winter Break Report on my well being :-) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 13th, 2007
12:35 am	Writing a paper. Paper. Paper. Paper writing. Paper time!      That's one of those words and phrases that you say so many times           That it starts to loose its meaning entirely. What does it mean? Term paper. Writing on paper. Handing in a paper.     But we're not actually writing anything on paper.         Spreadsheeting. Spreadsheet writing. Time to stare at a computer screen at a distance of less than one foot for hours at a time only taking a break to talk to someone on AIM, make a remark about my paper,  try to change the topic, then go right back to typing. (and taking a break to write on Live Journal of course) Current Music: Sigur Roooooooooos! (cause I'm writing a paper, duh) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 12th, 2007
1:33 am	Poem Battle to the Extremely Delicate and Graceful Death If anything can get me back into writing poems it has to be this, the originator of modern poetry. For anyone reading this (not that you need to be told how to read it) but I like to strip this poem of its real religious meaning (however worthy) and just close my mind and hear the poem, not read it, just let the waves roll over me until they come crashing down at the beautiful climax. The Windhover - Gerard Manley Hopkins I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird, - the achieve of, the mastery of the thing! Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion. Current Music: Of Montreal - We were born the mutants again with leafling (Comment on this)
Sunday, December 2nd, 2007
11:34 pm	Walking down the road of life, I stop and look to my left... I don't know what brings me back to Live Journal. I feel like I've stepped into a dusty field that used to be full of life and green, but now is mostly abandoned and forgotten. I don't know if anyone is even left out there to see this post. Actually, forget what I said before. I know exactly what brings me back to Live Journal. I can pinpoint the moment exactly. I am writing a paper for my Principles of... (whatever, its my class with Dr. "Love" James) where I have to write about my limitations in loving. Well I decided the best way to tap the well of my life and love was to imitate his very own manuscript, and use pieces of my old poems as introductions to the sections. Well here's where it all starts. I begin to read my poems again, and when I do I really like them. Even the bad ones. I feel awash in the joys and pains of making all of these things. So I decide that I want to start writing again. I type out one line, and then... I delete it. And I type another, and another. And then I delete it again. I just can not do it. I have lost the spark that allowed me to make all of those other poems. I always said that for me, poems come when my head fills up to the top with pure unfettered steaming emotion, and then when I can not bear to hold it in anymore, it comes gushing out of my head and spills onto the page in words. Well now I'm upset that I have tried to hard to not fill up the well with anything so that I would not have to be so upset all the time, but in doing so, I have lost the instability and reckless abandon and passion that always made me able to make my poems a rush of emotion. I don't even know where to start, so I decided to just write on Live Journal, the place where I have conversed and dueled with past girlfriends and crushes, and where what is written here matters so little to most but so much to the few. I'm not exactly sure what it is I'm trying to find, but I hope it isn't a mistake. (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 24th, 2007
1:09 am	States left to go through New Jersey Pennsylvania Ohio Indiana Illinois Wisconsin Minnesota South Dakota Wyoming Montana Idaho Washington State ...Here we come (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 9th, 2007
2:44 pm	um, ps. I'M DONE BITCHES!!! I wish I had done my final music paper on Belle and Sebastien. That would have made me so happy :-D Current Music: Lazy Line Painter Jane (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 1st, 2007
1:53 pm	I love new york was fake?! http://www.mediatakeout.com/5284/fraud_new_york_and_sister_patterson_are_not_related.html I never would have guessed it in a million... ah who am I kidding, to me it was pretty obvious. (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 29th, 2007
11:55 pm	sometimes I feel like I am a gigantic ball of white hot molten lead that has been forced into an iron box. Every once in a while a hole will appear, and molten lead will leak out and make some kind of pretty little metal figure. But all that I really want is for the box to be completely opened so that I can be spilled out. Does that make sense? (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 18th, 2007
4:18 am	ps. I think I'm getting carpel tunnel. damn you computers/ guitar hero!!!! (Comment on this)
4:13 am	I is industrious at work Man, when I start working, I start working. Resume (draft, at least) done, now to finish my paper, pick a poem for a new paper, and finish writing personal stories for a third paper. (Oh, and there's also work related stuff, but that's not important) I almost wish my overnight shift were longer... nah Current Music: Computer fans are all the music I need (Comment on this)
Friday, April 13th, 2007
4:05 pm	Me is to Music as Freud is to Cocaine and I got no sleep (Not a complaint, but a template for my day) and I walked up and down up and down the stairs to look for a book that wasn't there and I really don't care about class anymore I'm a burned out husk hollow man and The eh! bus and eeee! bus are drivng me mad I can't live in little Asia no more and I need a rest a sanctuary a home but it has been infiltrated by spy who will not leave and music is my drug it eases the pain Current Music: the Scraping of Nails on my forehead (Comment on this)
4:01 pm	I HATE Windows Vista That speaks for itslef really. It's slow, it's unreliable, it's weird, no one knows how to use it. It's a damn ripoff of every other good OS and application around. People at work avoid the computer with Vista like the plague. I hate it when people (nerds) brag about how AMAZING ther Macs are (get a life), but Windows really does suck giant twat-waffles. THE END Current Music: NONE (but I would be so much happier) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 28th, 2007
6:02 am	Things I know 1) jon hodgeman is funny 2)brittish accents are funny 3)6 AM is far too late/early 4) Making lists is tedious and poinless 5) If it weren't for the daily show, I would have gone crazy at work a long time ago the end (props to comedycentral.com) (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 18th, 2007
1:57 am	RIP to the Little Windshield Wiper That Could its dead now. now i need to get it fixed. but it tried so hard. so sad. spill a little malt liquor for the little guy. P.S. tomorrow (later today) back (home?) to the rut(gers) (i sometimes feel the need for a lot of parenthesis) (maybe I should write something that uses a lot of them) (like a poem) (or something) (ok I'm done) Current Music: soul music? (on the tv) (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 8th, 2007
2:46 am	My life has a sountrack; that soundtrack is 5338 tracks long It's amazing how much my mood is affected by what I listen to. Even at 3 in the morning with a paper to finish and hand in in 7 hours, coming off of one test and getting ready for yet another, fully aware I won't sleep much until friday, I don't really feel that bad thanks to some Ludwig Van (beethoven) Current Music: Fidelio (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 7th, 2007
3:55 am	ok, scratch that just a look at the price of a ticket to Holland was enough to convince me that trip was not happenening. and then, like the clouds opening up in the sky, the sun shone down on me in this dreary computer lab (through the internet) and showed me the true meaning of my existence. The thing i have been waiting to do for so  long, this could be it. http://www.sasquatchfestival.com/. This may actually happen, so if you are interested, and have an extra (but super worth it) 150-200$ and about a week of free time around the end of May, let me know. Current Music: Neon Bible (Comment on this)
2:25 am	DROP EVERYTHING AND READ THIS Ok, I would still like to see the grateful dead live (or whatever they are now), but I have a new dream concert!!!! Check out this http://www.lowlandsfestival.nl/. Ok, since you don't speak Dutch, I'll break it down for you/ its a festival in Holland with The Arcade Fire, Pearl Jam, a couple of European bands and... Radiohead!! This would be the craziest, but probably the most fun thing ever in the history of life. The concert is 115 euros (150$) not to mention the cost of getting there, staying there, eating, etc. So it won't ever happen. Boo being poor. (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 4th, 2007
2:59 pm	Goin to leave this Broke-down Palace I really want to follow the Grateful Dead around the country. Ok, most likely that won't happen. I mean Jerry Garcia is dead, and I don't even know if they still tour anymore. But the fact remains: I want to do something! Something big, something life changing, something that seems like a bad idea at the time. Maybe it's just because of midterms (i really can't do all these stupid papers, I'm so glad I'm not an English major.) The irony is, it's one of these papers I'm writing that makes me want to go out follow the dead (that and a certain addicting cancelled tv show.) Ok, back to papers. Current Music: American Beauty - da dead (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 1st, 2007
4:07 am	this is all a dream we dreamed, one afternoon long ago No words, or more accurately, too many words. I wish I could capture this feeling and keep it. It's a shame it's wasted at 4:AM. On a more practical note, I wish I could sleep. Current Music: grateful dead - box of rain (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 21st, 2007
7:52 am	7:53 AM "O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?" Ok, he is definitely (probably) still my favorite poet (yates, by the way). And that last part of the last line is also the title of the book I'm reading now for popular music class. I SOOOO want to be able to use that. I don't know if anyone else in the class will make that connection. Is that being a little pretentious? I am the most/least pretentious person ever. And clearly I can't make up my mind about anything right now. Current Music: Music came, music left. Where were you? (2 Comments |Comment on this)