Rituals.

Okay, so my roommate and I are having our end of the year barbaque with some friends. And we're outside roasting marshmellows and burning things (cause fire is fun. :stern look: But dangerous, so always practice fire safety!). This lady comes by with her dog and the dog starts sniffing around. My roommate apparently chucked a burnt bratwurst off to the side of the bushes and that's what the dog was eating. There's a pleasant exchange of conversation where we let the lady know what her dog is trying to eat. How does she answer? "Oh, my dog is a vegetarian." ... ... ... ... ... Right now, I'm just to shocked and horrifyed and incredulous at this to comment more. So I'll talk about it some other time. But I'm sure you can guess what the problem is. But on to other things. One of my favorite new shows is "NUMB3RS" on CBS It's got Rob Marrow (Northern Exposure) who's cute. But more importantly it has David Krumholtz (The Santa Clause &

but I LOVE the violin and the cello. If you're a guy (or heck, even a girl) who can play either of those, you'll be almost instantly and with little regret, skyrocketted above the rest. There's just something about it that I can't explain but nothing touches me quite like those two instruments. They can be upbeat and fun, but they are most often just so haunting. I love the haunting quality in an instrument, in a song, and even in people. Sigh. I'm going back to my media player.

Haven't posted in a while. Been busy what with the end of the school year and all. Will try to get something of substance up later this week, but we'll see how well that works out. Adios.

You're the one who told me to come, ya dick.

So the other day, Saturday or something, I made a chocolate cake (Devil's food) and it was from a box, but it now has a full cup of pudding! Anyway, so I then added some chocolate chips, and made buttercream frosting, which is excellent by the way. And while I'm making this, from the point of getting out a stick of butter to the final frosting, Sara frequently reminds me that I'm evil, and I also remind her of that fact because I know how much she enjoys calling me evil. I think she is most fond of it right after I've handed her a no-longer needed utensil that is covered in either batter or frosting. But the point. Sara comments on how she's going to gather all of her self-control and not eat a bunch of it. Well, fortunately for her, I apparently am not immune to my own evil. The Cake is Gone. But now, on to Ken Jennings, who despite what you might be thinking, has no relation to the evil topic. I simply want to state that this man is much, much smarter than we all

Spring has come once again to Marquette. And with spring, I give you the task of creating a metaphor between the previously mentioned season and the eclectic nature of the post I am making. And I leave it to you simply because if you're doing it, I don't have to. I'm nice like that. Now, on to the meat of the material. As I make this post, at 9:30 in the morning, I have had the chance to discover a few of the bonuses to being up and about at such a ludicrous hour. 1. I really like being outside in the morning. I simply don't like when I have to get up in it. 2. When you have breakfast at an appropriate hour for breakfast, the cinnamon rolls at the Wildcat Den are much, much fresher and thereby: Better. 3. Biscuits and Sausage Gravy just plain Rocks. 4. Do you have any idea how amusing it is that when you, the night owl, are leaving, your roommate, the morning person, is lying down to take a nap? A: Incredibly. However, so you don't start thinking that I've sudd

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire Something that would make me never want another Something that would make it so that nothing matters All would be clear then But I guess I'll have to settle for a for a few brief moments And watch it all dissolve into a single second And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet Or one foolish line Cause that's all that you'll get So you'll have to accept You are here and then you're gone But I believe that lovers should be chained together Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather Left there to drown Left there to drown in their innocence But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter I read all of the pages and there's still no answer Only all that was before I know must soon come after That's the only way it can be So I stand in the sun And I breathe with my lungs Trying to spare me the weight of the truth Saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror You've spent your whole life sweatin

dancing in our dying skin. shell of all we could have been. every thought and every prayer. just a way we all prepare. motions in futility. can't escape mortality. rite of passage, rite of pain. dance the dance, bring the rain. wash away all our sins. blood and bones, hearts and skins. ash and ashes, touch and sight. burned by flashes, blind by light. taste the mother, earth and sky. one day soon, we all will die. can't see darkness closing in. lost in lust of flesh and skin. lost in cloth of love we claim. lost in clothes of power, fame. all will die, all will fade. fallen, felled, dried, decayed. ruin, tomb, empty grave. mindless scream, rant and rave. fate is fate, past won't lie. judgment comes, breathe a sigh. ice and rain, river, sea. dirt, stone, root and tree. storm and gust, gale, turn. flame, torch, coal and burn. shadow, darkness, and all the night. sunshine, daylight, and all the bright. hearts of all that have come before, are lined up now outside our door. Eve