Rituals.

So time for something new. I'm not bored, sick, tired, grumpy, or mad at anyone. Also, my head doesn't hurt. First: A few shout-outs: Andrea/Ringo: Luv you!!!! I'll be home (hopefully) in less than a month. Can't Wait!!!!!! Beth/John: We defintely need to hang out more, I haven't seen you since, what? August? Mike: Don't worry, I'm not mad at you any more. And sorry for always ranting about our professor...but he really is an asshole. Megan: YAYYAYYAYYAY!!!!! All hail the new Meyland RA!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy for/proud of you. Amateur Scientist: I hope all your scripting is going well for you, I know you're really excited about that. Anyone else: As you know, I have a horrible memory, so if you look here and I've forgotten you: sorry, it happens....a lot. Okay, now that that's done, what else is on the agenda. Oh right. Take my Quiz: Quiz If you do take it, do it under a name I would recognize so I can see who's done it.

I'm very bored. And sick. THANKS A LOT MIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!! My head hurts. But at least "Touching Evil" is on. Jeffrey Donovan is hot. But don't worry, my criteria for shows is not that they must have a hot guy in them. I have, however, noticed that if there's a lousy plot, a hot guy makes a very nice distraction. Not that "Touching Evil" has a bad plot. Anyway. Later.

A day! A day and its darkened counterpart! Its night, its elegant blanket of black and coal. What a difference a day can make. What a change can be imparted From the setting of the sun To the rising of it, anew, the next morning. What has changed between us? What hath this new day brought us That so alters the manner in which we converse? Counsel, my counsel I should lend to thy ear Or at the very least, let you lend your speak to mine In a manner that doth allow more console than counsel. Thine friend am I, thy companion in thought and action. Alike are we two in our manner, our speak. But what could have been done to change That you would no longer speak to me as kin or as friend? Hath my speech, my yesterday’s impart, Impaired, impaled, itself upon our link? Did my tongue, speaking words of my heart, Reach thy ears with bitterness? Did my confession tear asunder the Pairing you had with another? My intention it was not, nor my goal. No harm was meant by it

Damned! Damned am I, flesh and soul alike. Where thy to search heaven, hell or the mortal coil in between, Thou shalt never find a creature more unlucky than I. Would some passing stranger spit and speak my name, Whether it was to thee or just in passing randomness, No choice would ye have but to flee, Running no doubt to the nearest clegryman, And pray that the evil eye, Which lingers and follows me every place I go, Would perchance have a moment of deafness And pass thine mortal soul over. Hate me the Fates must. For they cackle and gloat at the bitter wind that Hath been persuaded to push my spirit along in this world. Sisters three they mock me in my short existence. They conspire to take mine love and drive, Between the object and mine affection, A gorge, a massive canyon that swallows up sky And darkens the land around it. Were I to attempt to cross this valley, This rend and rift torn betwixt us, I hold no doubt that I would be confused, Perplexed and bemu

I'm very bored and my head hurts. I have nothing to say. Lata.

Why am I still awake?

Boys are weird. Just thought I'd say that and get it out of the way. Also, today's post is going to be rather scatter-brained. Hi Mike. I like Eminem. He's funny. Anime rocks. British comedies are hilarious. Did I spell "hilarious" right? I don't know. I don't care. I don't want to go to class. But I have to. I don't want to think of three questions to ask the guest speaker. But I have to. Why did I want to come to college again? Oh right, so I can have a life afterwards. I hate school. In a perfect world, I think I would do nothing but sleep. Sleep is good. Sleep is like a nose dive in a fighter jet. It's really hard to pull out of. I'm bored. I'm lonely...but that's a different story...sort of. I think I'm going to fire my therapist. Well, I can't fire her since I don't pay her, but I think I'm going to stop seeing her. She doesn't seem to be helping me very much. So far all I've learn

I am not afraid of Death. I am mystified by it. I am entranced and spellbound. Is it a person or a concept? Is Death watching me right now? Is Death waiting for me? When I sleep I dream of Death and when I wake I dream of it still. I walk this world in a haze of grey, never seeing, never knowing. Death's cold touch does not frighten me. His shroud will be my blanket, my headstone: my pillow. He leadeth me to still, silent waters. I see him in the shadows, I see him in the light. Every path leads to him. He is enevitability, he is inescapable. He whispers in my ear and tells me secrets. Do you want to know what he says? Do you want to know the words he speaks or the tongue in which he speaks them? Will you die before the world ends or will the world end before you let him take you? Do you want to be surprised? Death is the end, Death is always the end. He lingers always and everywhere, even in the epilogue.

Well, I'm feeling better. I'm sorta feeling better. I wasn't feeling good this morning. I skipped one of my classes. It was the class I always skip. It's was the class that I really, really shouldn't skip. But of course I did. On the other hand, since it is Friday, there's really only one class that I can skip, since I only have one Friday class. It doesn't really excuse it, of course, but then it wasn't really the point. I wasn't feeling good so I didn't go. Oh well. But moving on. As predicted, I have no idea what I was talking about on Wednesday. I looked back at it and reread it. I was shocked at just how apathetic I was being. Today I'm much more fatalistic. But since I am so fataliztic, I don't feel like talking about it. Later.

I don't feel good. I mean, I don't feel horrid, but I don't feel good either. I feel....bleech. Does "bleech" had one "e" or two? I spelled it with one at first, but it didn't look right so I added another one. Now it looks better. I'm going to leave it that way. Before I get too far into this, I should warn you of an unusual occurrence that umm, occurs whenever I get sick or feel like "bleech". That occurrence is kind of like a full moon on other people: I get weird. More so than usual. I get very odd and say random things. I ramble and speak incoherently only to forget just what I was talking about anyway. This post is going to be one such occurrence. I'm planning on rambling through the entire thing. Though, I'm not quite sure if it really counts if I'm planned it. On the other hand, I didn't really plan it, I simply recognized that it was going to happen with a sufficient amount of time to warn my loyal viewers

Haven't posted in a while but don't have anything to say. Sorry. Broke my computer. But it's fixed now. Obviously. Well, Lata. (What? I told you I didn't have anything to say.)