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What do you do when your apathy and your ennui are engaged in a steel cage death match? And who should you be rooting for?
Wow, been swamped by school and slacking in regards to school for a while. Finishing the last paper tonight and just got 5 finals to go and I can collapse. Then I'll swear not to procrastinate as much next term (a blatant lie!). At least next term only has 2 classes waiting for me and then I graduate and return to the real world. I really need to look into those teaching certification tests...
Contemplating myself as a teacher really, really, really scares the shit out of me. Maybe I'll grow a mustache and a 'fro over the summer. I love the smell of obscure references at night. It smells like cookies. Oh, wait, that's actually the cookies that I'm baking. Yay! Mini Sugar Cookies.
Contemplating myself as a teacher really, really, really scares the shit out of me. Maybe I'll grow a mustache and a 'fro over the summer. I love the smell of obscure references at night. It smells like cookies. Oh, wait, that's actually the cookies that I'm baking. Yay! Mini Sugar Cookies.
The shitty rain has been coming down for several days now. Normally I love the rain, except when I have to share the roads with morons. So, another song.
It was long ago.
It seems like yesterday.
I saw you standing in the rain,
Then I heard you say,
"I want to love, but it comes out wrong.
I want to live, but I don't belong."
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses.
I brought flowers in the springtime.
October, we were wed.
In winter time, the roses died.
Her blood ran cold, and then she said,
"I want to love, but it comes out wrong.
I want to live, but I don't belong."
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses.
It was long ago.
It seems like yesterday.
I saw you standing in the rain,
Then I heard you say,
"I need your love, but it comes out wrong.
I've tried to live, but I don't belong."
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses.
-- Smithereens, Blood and Roses
It was long ago.
It seems like yesterday.
I saw you standing in the rain,
Then I heard you say,
"I want to love, but it comes out wrong.
I want to live, but I don't belong."
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses.
I brought flowers in the springtime.
October, we were wed.
In winter time, the roses died.
Her blood ran cold, and then she said,
"I want to love, but it comes out wrong.
I want to live, but I don't belong."
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses.
It was long ago.
It seems like yesterday.
I saw you standing in the rain,
Then I heard you say,
"I need your love, but it comes out wrong.
I've tried to live, but I don't belong."
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses.
-- Smithereens, Blood and Roses
Sometimes I just like posting songs:
Layin' on my back
In the newly mown grass
Rain is coming down
But I know the clouds will pass
You bring me tea
Say "the babe's a-sleepin'"
Lay down beside me
Love ain't for keeping
-- The Who, Love Ain't For Keeping
Good way to start the weekend.
Layin' on my back
In the newly mown grass
Rain is coming down
But I know the clouds will pass
You bring me tea
Say "the babe's a-sleepin'"
Lay down beside me
Love ain't for keeping
-- The Who, Love Ain't For Keeping
Good way to start the weekend.
Holy Shit! I had a sudden burst of insight the other day as I crawled out of bed while considering the dream I had just had. I am SO married that I'm married in my dreams. How fucked up is that? I can't escape being married even in my fantasies. "I'm sorry, super-hot imaginary nympho of my dreams. I have a wife." 
It'll be 13 years of wedded...bliss come the Winter Solstice in December. That's a fucking long time. I'm surprised one of us hasn't tried to take the other one out yet. Til death do us part, right? Nah, she's more skilled in disposing of corpses but I'm as dense as an ox and hard to hurt. I guess we're stuck with each other.
Well, with school started up we only get to see each other a few times a week for any extended periods of time. And absence does make the heart grow fonder and some shit like that. Now if only she'd quit creeping over on to my side of the bed while we sleep.
It'll be 13 years of wedded...bliss come the Winter Solstice in December. That's a fucking long time. I'm surprised one of us hasn't tried to take the other one out yet. Til death do us part, right? Nah, she's more skilled in disposing of corpses but I'm as dense as an ox and hard to hurt. I guess we're stuck with each other.
Well, with school started up we only get to see each other a few times a week for any extended periods of time. And absence does make the heart grow fonder and some shit like that. Now if only she'd quit creeping over on to my side of the bed while we sleep.
What a rude bastard I am. I almost forgot to introduce my nephew.
Behold Daimian, my sister's boy. Born in late June, the little bugger's growing like a weed. He's not two months yet and wearing 3-6 month clothes.
Behold Daimian, my sister's boy. Born in late June, the little bugger's growing like a weed. He's not two months yet and wearing 3-6 month clothes.
I never realized how terminally dull American history is outside of a war. And the books tend to gloss over those in a few paragraphs yet spend chapters on tariffs and politics. It's not even good politics where people plotted on each other and there were assassinations or poison or wars. It's just old white men in suits harumphing a lot. Even in a 6 week crammed course it seems like it will never end...
Looking at 7 classes and 21 credits in the Fall term. Damn. Better start stocking up on caffeine. That's an estimated 12-14 papers since they're all History classes.
I feel a melancholy mood coming on. Kind of mood where I'm sitting in a dark room with a drink in my hand as the rain taps against my window. Slow jazz plays and the saxophone echoes through my head and my heart. Getting all noir and shit.
I get like that some times. Odd bits that should be in a noir book or film pop into my head. Here's some of my favorites random lines. Maybe someday I'll flesh them out into stories.
I wake up to cold steel pressed against my head. I knew that justice had found me, but I was still surprised.
Too much to say. Too hard to say it all. Let's just dance and leave the words for another time.
In the end it won't matter if what we felt was real or not. All that mattered was that for one brief moment we were together.
In my mind I could hear the sound of another nail being driven into my coffin and all I could do was keep from crying.
Somewhere in the city a lone saxophone plays, like a wolf baying at the moon. I touch your empty pillow and realize that the dream is over.
"Mercy's dead and I'm covered in her blood. I should've listened when Wilson told me to get out of the game but now it's too late. The bodies are piled up too high to turn my back and pretend none of it ever happened. Hell, I wouldn't get out even if I could. I can hear the the song the Piper's playing and it's my tune. This is gonna end bad, real bad. And I'm gonna see it all the way through to the end. I got a full clip, one in the chamber, and one in my pocket. That last one's mine. No one's walking off into the sunset from this one."
I feel a melancholy mood coming on. Kind of mood where I'm sitting in a dark room with a drink in my hand as the rain taps against my window. Slow jazz plays and the saxophone echoes through my head and my heart. Getting all noir and shit.
I get like that some times. Odd bits that should be in a noir book or film pop into my head. Here's some of my favorites random lines. Maybe someday I'll flesh them out into stories.
I wake up to cold steel pressed against my head. I knew that justice had found me, but I was still surprised.
Too much to say. Too hard to say it all. Let's just dance and leave the words for another time.
In the end it won't matter if what we felt was real or not. All that mattered was that for one brief moment we were together.
In my mind I could hear the sound of another nail being driven into my coffin and all I could do was keep from crying.
Somewhere in the city a lone saxophone plays, like a wolf baying at the moon. I touch your empty pillow and realize that the dream is over.
"Mercy's dead and I'm covered in her blood. I should've listened when Wilson told me to get out of the game but now it's too late. The bodies are piled up too high to turn my back and pretend none of it ever happened. Hell, I wouldn't get out even if I could. I can hear the the song the Piper's playing and it's my tune. This is gonna end bad, real bad. And I'm gonna see it all the way through to the end. I got a full clip, one in the chamber, and one in my pocket. That last one's mine. No one's walking off into the sunset from this one."
Update Edition:
Finished the Spring Semester with 4 As and 1 F (expected). Still trying to find out what Miami-Dade College wants from me which is keeping me from registering for summer classes. Registered for Fall classes though I need to declare my double-major before Financial Aid will give me anymore money (I don't understand why they're trying to stop me from getting further into debt...).
Summer trip to Gencon in Indianapolis is approaching (late August). Hardcore Nerdfest imminent!
Birthday approaching even sooner (1st of August).
Nephew to get here before then (late June). I already built him his first Japanese robot toy.
Peach Rum is a new flavor in the awesome rainbow.
Dieting to lose weight for Gencon. Low carb variant. Why is is that you never want to eat something as much as when it's denied to you? Need to drag the exercise machine into the living room. Time to get my walk on while watching G Gundam.
More as it happens.
Finished the Spring Semester with 4 As and 1 F (expected). Still trying to find out what Miami-Dade College wants from me which is keeping me from registering for summer classes. Registered for Fall classes though I need to declare my double-major before Financial Aid will give me anymore money (I don't understand why they're trying to stop me from getting further into debt...).
Summer trip to Gencon in Indianapolis is approaching (late August). Hardcore Nerdfest imminent!
Birthday approaching even sooner (1st of August).
Nephew to get here before then (late June). I already built him his first Japanese robot toy.
Peach Rum is a new flavor in the awesome rainbow.
Dieting to lose weight for Gencon. Low carb variant. Why is is that you never want to eat something as much as when it's denied to you? Need to drag the exercise machine into the living room. Time to get my walk on while watching G Gundam.
More as it happens.
Well, 1 final exam down. Come tomorrow, 3 more to go, on the same day. *sigh* And then a 20 page paper to complete by next Tuesday.
Been listening to old Bowie while studying (how did I not have Station to Station before?). Odd how old Bowie makes me want to paint again. Wish I had the space to bust out an easel and my paints. Maybe I'll take a painting class come this fall just for shits and grins since there's a huge wasteland where classes I need to graduate should be.
Well, back to breaking down the Nixon administration into bite-sized chunks.
Been listening to old Bowie while studying (how did I not have Station to Station before?). Odd how old Bowie makes me want to paint again. Wish I had the space to bust out an easel and my paints. Maybe I'll take a painting class come this fall just for shits and grins since there's a huge wasteland where classes I need to graduate should be.
Well, back to breaking down the Nixon administration into bite-sized chunks.
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