Patience. A act of self-enduring norm, a much need skill in this world of everlasting list of requirments to live. As you open the shower curtain in the morning, to await a drizzle of warm water, patience activates at the sudden notice of the shower head deciding by itself to fire cold instead. The car drive, the finding of the keys if not endured through, another skill activates, one that had I been god would not implant on any human being, annoyance. Soon after activating, requires another int
I slept all night, for the first time in 2 weeks, woke up at 4 a.m., I'm ready for the few days of good sleep up ahead of me, the shift of my internal clock clenging to the thought of opposite solar truths takes but a mere glimpse of reality before sucking me back in to its deranged idea of sun equals moon as the other is believed to be rule as well. I am forever sickened by the thought that in order for me to dream at night( for dreaming in the day is a sub-concious activity)my body requires pi
Let's start this year off in a much different form of button maching then ever so-previously. For starters, write, write as much as possible, whenever possible, excel your limits of limitless emotion on paper, and forever carge your brilliant mind inside the collector journals of soon. Scratch deppression, be sad, but to the point of pain. Jump in one dark, and for the week(s) to come you'll spend your effort climbing out. Spell! Corret what others misspell, correct what you missepll, hoever tru
So, all through out this fall semister, I've been doing random writings in my journal(s), which I've decided to throw down here to see myself in a different tone. 2 months is a long time, I'm happy it is too, it means time is slowing down again compared to high school, who the hell wants to live life from today to tommorow? This is just the intro, the good crap is in the next entry.
“The magistrate will be very unhappy about this...turn of events... surely you don’t have anymore...ah merchandise for me Docket?” The crooked looking merchant ground his yellow tar stained teeth at the envoy with mocking malice. “I told yer we don’t usually get that Kind of Cargo! It’s considered a crime to harbor that kind of thing here! You tell yer magistrate he can find his own damned women! We’re merchants dammit! Not slavers or pimps!” The envoy fumed but to this he could do nothing. This
Hal never really came back to life, you know. The Hal that's currently running around the DCU is only a construct given form and thought by the Guardians. After Hal's spirit was severed from the Spectre, it was thrown beyond the multiverse, into a place where space and time have no meaning, there it drifted for an eternal instant before finally finding its way to a world strangely similar to the one he knew, yet very different. In time, Hal's spirit drifted to an air force base, one of the few
The Blackest Ov The Black tour came to The Rave here in Milwaukee last night. I knew it was gonna be a good night when I took a big bag of pocket change I'd accumulated over a year or two to the bank and discovered it was worth $24, thus paying for my ticket to the concert. First up: Winds of Plague - Generic deathcore. Move along, nothing to see here. Next was Moonspell - Pretty decent black/doom metal. Guitars and drums sounded awesome, but the vocalist could use a little work. No show:
Makes me sad, because. It will never come true :`( Unless I write it. But this is so epic, I don't think I can write it. Then I'd have to find a badass artist. Someone so good, he'll do it for free and in their spare time.
j2L-hy22b0c For some reason, I immediately thought of EM when I listened to this. It's a good song, it's apparently about break ups/breaking ups. Now to bug the suckers in the band to cover this tune. It just seems so fun to play Russel = Jonny when he was younger during the Pablo Honey-Bends era.
My mind is a con-artist and I am the consumer awaiting it's next product. As pain full as it is to bear the thought of the unknown, I'm starting to smile before reaching walls filled with blind dust, had these walls been in an RPG then they would be the most broken thing in the game for as soon as you encounter them the screen goes black until defeated. That's how the future feels, and in that emotion I wrote down some things I'd like to accomplish before death himself stares at me in the eye, a
It's 4 a.m, I have yet to complete my Math homework and because of this I am unable to sleep. I am also unable to begin my Math homework because any time I begin to do any form of remote work I get so pissed in knowing that after I'm done with this bullshit I have another pile waiting for me tomorrow! What's the point anyway? Even when I'm doing the things I love (IE: Writing, anything Video-Game related) it doesn't advance me in any other way besides the "Road" put down by man himself, and when
Lately I've been discussing and re-beating the entire Sonic series with a group of local friends. From Sonic Mega Collection to the Museum Gamecube game which included Sonic CD (A game we all agreed disappointed but delivered on some level, it's seriously not "the" best or no where near "the" best Sonic game ever made as so many claim) . I am however the only one in the group to have beaten "Sonic The Hedgehog 06", and because of this reason and the fact that I introduced and sparked curiosity i
Pronounced "Sh-edge-ual" kthx. Sem 1 1. N/A (This means I get to sleep for almost an hour more than everyone else. I win.) 2. AP Physics 3. AP Calculus 4. N/A -lunch- 5. N/A 6. Intermediate Graphic Art/Design 7. Journalism 8. Ripples (School newspaper) Sem 2 1. N/A 2. AP Physics 3. AP Calculus 4. Foods I -lunch- 5. Advanced Graphic Art/Design 6. Political Theory 7. Journalism 8. Ripples (School newspaper) Gonna try to get Anthropology/Foods I/Strength Training in 4th and/or 5th hour, cause
Should i? Shouldn't i? Ah, its MY blog. It looks like the last days,weeks or maybe months of F&F have arrived. This just for the logs. Keep an eye on Lehmann, Wachovia, WaMu.
I'm amazed at how fast summer flew by. The few tricks I've learned a long the way, and how the emotion of "awesome" sitting in my heart for opening my eyes to new abilities and tricks I never knew I possessed. Now I'm left with a decision, a choice, to either give it my all or stay chill as I've always ever been. Do I stay wearing my mask? Appear tired when the race merely started? Or do I go ahead and munch at my brain, and force it to work, and better itself as a human being to further prepare
So summer is coming to and end, and after working for the last 3 months at 50 hours a week, i am ready to move back into school. I am ready to be done with summer... 2 more weeks...
Outdoors? Check. Light showers? Check. Muddy field? Check. Extra Memory Stick? Nada. Capturing 45 minutes of the set? Check. Fireworks? Check. All these and more! They played tons of my old favorites all while including practically all of In Rainbows into the setlist. My cam went out during Fake Plastic Trees, which pisses me off, because I wanted to get LSP, Optimistic and a nice mad version of Idioteque. I couldn't see at times because people are tall, and I hate tall people. While nothing n
So yeah, today I just got my results from the University of Bucharest. I applied to study Japanese. I was accepted in, just barely though. I was the semi-last dude on the list. But I'm happy and I could care less. I'm going to major in Japanese and minor in German.
