Monday, September 22, 2003
IT LIVES!
Yes, the Great Destroyer is back again! My laptop, after being completely destroyed...again....has returned.
Love to jot down how hectic life has been, but I have software to replace.
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Yes, the Great Destroyer is back again! My laptop, after being completely destroyed...again....has returned.
Love to jot down how hectic life has been, but I have software to replace.
Saturday, September 13, 2003
......bleach. That's my life right there. I was doing so well too, with the whole false optimism thing. Then the sleep deprivation kicked in, along with the host of other problems I'm coping with, culminated by the fights with my father. Hoorah. Ugh...a coma, my kingdom for a coma. Or a sword and a fast horse. Either will do for the wannabe wanderer.
Someone just get me away from here, from this house, from all of this. Just for one day...
Current Mood: HAHAHA!!! *Sobs* HAHAHA! *sobs* Hoorah! *thud* *more sobbing*
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Someone just get me away from here, from this house, from all of this. Just for one day...
Current Mood: HAHAHA!!! *Sobs* HAHAHA! *sobs* Hoorah! *thud* *more sobbing*
Saturday, September 06, 2003
A cup of soup and some weak green tea later...and Tony's stomach seems to be back on the defensive. Today was great. It was Jake's birthday, and we went to the Red Socks game. The Yankees were utterly crushed 11 to zip, a complete shutout. Oh, the joy. So....I've been sick and quite tired, so I'll keep this short.
Current Mood: Relaxing with some green tea means that the whole world is a happy place.
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Current Mood: Relaxing with some green tea means that the whole world is a happy place.
Friday, September 05, 2003
..........uggghhhh.... Word to the wise....ALWAYS REHEAT MEAT PROPERLY! *groan* The meat is still alive within me....attacking my innards and trying to crawl out my throat.
So anyway, I'm very tired. Very, very tired. Ranstrom's stupid paper kept me up well after rehearsal last night, and the rest of the week as been lacking in the sleep departement. Baseball game tomorrow, I'll sleep in sunday. Then do a crapload of homework.
Getting cable modem for the year...excited about that. Means I can go online more and at higher speeds. More pixel destruction assured. Be afraid Pawel, be afraid.
Not much to report. Going to bed now.
Current Mood: *THUD*
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So anyway, I'm very tired. Very, very tired. Ranstrom's stupid paper kept me up well after rehearsal last night, and the rest of the week as been lacking in the sleep departement. Baseball game tomorrow, I'll sleep in sunday. Then do a crapload of homework.
Getting cable modem for the year...excited about that. Means I can go online more and at higher speeds. More pixel destruction assured. Be afraid Pawel, be afraid.
Not much to report. Going to bed now.
Current Mood: *THUD*
Hung on a Bungee Cord
From the highest apex
To the lowest abyss
Each high a reprieve
From deepest darkness.
Each strangling fall
Each brief upliftal
Each toying stretch and backlash
Lifted up high
To be crushed and dragged up again
So hard to try
When the weight only adds to the strain.
Moral: My life is futile struggle, but hey it's a fun ride in between the highs and lows. WHEE!
Ascended Angel
Sad rain falling, engulf the night.
Let cold waters chill the chilled,
And beat upon tattered wings.
To wash away the blood, expell the dirt and mud,
Cleanse the soul and clear the eyes.
Fallen Angel, take up your broken wings.
Wash them in the sorrow and be reborn.
Let the detatched peace become reason
And let reason be unimportant.
Let a mended heart mend broken wings,
And fly, fly again.
As before, with ancient fervor and insight new.
With experiance and hope.
Be free.
Free to live for no other.
Free.
Current Mood: I am the greatest who has ever lived, the best at what I do. Now I just need to figure out what the hell THAT is.
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From the highest apex
To the lowest abyss
Each high a reprieve
From deepest darkness.
Each strangling fall
Each brief upliftal
Each toying stretch and backlash
Lifted up high
To be crushed and dragged up again
So hard to try
When the weight only adds to the strain.
Moral: My life is futile struggle, but hey it's a fun ride in between the highs and lows. WHEE!
Ascended Angel
Sad rain falling, engulf the night.
Let cold waters chill the chilled,
And beat upon tattered wings.
To wash away the blood, expell the dirt and mud,
Cleanse the soul and clear the eyes.
Fallen Angel, take up your broken wings.
Wash them in the sorrow and be reborn.
Let the detatched peace become reason
And let reason be unimportant.
Let a mended heart mend broken wings,
And fly, fly again.
As before, with ancient fervor and insight new.
With experiance and hope.
Be free.
Free to live for no other.
Free.
Current Mood: I am the greatest who has ever lived, the best at what I do. Now I just need to figure out what the hell THAT is.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Not much to report today. Uncle Charley shipped out for home, and of course dropped me a hunge on the way out, as is his wonderful, wonderful custom. So yeah, I'm confused with a number of problems I can't list here in the unlikely event the person(s) involved may stumble upon it. Let's just say there are things I wish would happen that I know never will, and things that could happen that I'm not sure I'm ready for. So, that's my life. A mess.
Retractions/Corrections: It was "Wopahoes" not "Wopachees"
Current Mood: Some nerve in my eye is twitching insistently.
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Retractions/Corrections: It was "Wopahoes" not "Wopachees"
Current Mood: Some nerve in my eye is twitching insistently.
