Rituals.

Since they seem to be the only things I can write lately, here's a few more poems. I know, I hate it too. Seeking: A Man of Intellectual Means (Or “Where Have All the Potentials Gone?) A case of self-destruction The clues Spontaneity Frivolity Sloth Lack of reverence Lack of self-control Internalized issues That fester and boil and break the skin The Cable was a mistake It snapped And I fell Left on the ground With coils winding about The Hope was a mistake The expectation of it all It was not so much that the world failed me But that I sat And waited on lightning When the conditions did not warrant its appearance Oh despair, despair At this woman in red who has walked through my door Trouble she brings with her Clinging to her hem The Petulant Child Oh despair, despair At this mysterious Hound An option it brings That I have yet to consider The Unsettling Question Alas, that nothing is as it seems This Hidden Enemy This Unseen force This Drive behind it All A tack A nail A spike T

I did it. I have beaten the Ocarina of Time. Well, I suppose, technically, I beat Ganondorf. But, overall, I beat the video game itself...or most of it. But it's enough for me. See, I might do everything possible in Spyro, but there's only about three things to do, anyway. In Zelda ('cause Ocarin of Time is a Zelda game...should I have mentioned that earlier?) there's dozens of little missions and adventures. And I just plumb don't feel like doing them all. Lata

I know. It's been over a month since I posted. But the only computer in this house with a decent connection, is the one in the living room. And since my dad is in here, more or less, all the time, getting a moment of privacy to update your blog is what we might consider "difficult." So you'll simply have to deal with things from now on. Obviously, since I've found the time right now, opportunities do exist. So I will, at least, for your sake, try and take advantage of more of them. So, what's been new? Well, I have a job. It isn't fun. And I don't particularly care for one of the people I work with (don't worry Jen, I'm talking about Chris). And mostly importantly, on the list of things I hate, it involves getting up at 5 in the morning and going to bed at 9 o'clock at night. Not exactly "normal" or "desired" behavior from my point of view. But I'm giving it some time, at least until rent with my parents is paid up.