Leeder

:: 2003 17 November :: 4.41pm

once again i'm fading away.

:: 2003 16 November :: 10.12pm
:: Mood: alright
:: Music: Moby - Honey

Stef, directly after walking in the door after not seeing me for several days: "Hun, you are a creature of habit."

This weekend brought to my attention how much I depend on a daily rountine. I construct things in such a set pattern and avoid straying from said pattern, and then complain about the humdrum nature of my life when everything seems the same everyday. I pack the same lunch everyday and then somehow I get sickof eating the same thing day after day. I'll try and work on that.

Anyway, thanks for the weekend Ryan. I had fun. And we got to run up a tab at the bar man. That's too cool.

:: 2003 16 November :: 12.47pm
:: Mood: durpish
:: Music: Air Supply - All Out Of Love

dra
You are Form 5, Dragon: The Weaver.

"And The Dragon seperated the virtuous from
the sinful. He tore his eyes from his sockets
and used them to peer into the souls of those
on trial to make a judgement. He knew that
with endless knowledge came endless
responsibility."

Some examples of the Dragon Form are Athena
(Greek), St. Peter (Christian), and Surya
(Indian).
The Dragon is associated with the concept of
intelligence, the number 5, and the element of
wood.
His sign is the crescent moon.

As a member of Form 5, you are an intelligent and
wise individual. You weigh options by looking
at how logical they are and you know that while
there may not always be a right or wrong
choice, there is always a logical one. People
may say you are too indecisive, but it's only
because you want to do what's right. Dragons
are the best friends to have because they're
willing to learn.

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:: 2003 16 November :: 12.40pm
:: Mood: sneezy
:: Music: Donovan - Colours

Morpheus

?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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:: 2003 16 November :: 12.22pm
:: Mood: uneasy
:: Music: Poe - Haunted

i'm haunted/by the lives that wove the web/inside my haunted head...
Why must all of my insecurities and fears manifest themselves tenfold in my dreams? Why can't I have happy, or at least meaningless, visions in my sleep? Or at the very least, if I do have such dreams, why do I only remember the bad ones?

:: 2003 14 November :: 9.55pm
:: Mood: getting sick

Well, it's been a shitty-ass week, and I've got a ton of issues swirling around upstairs, but I'm off to East Lansing to forget about my troubles with my good friend Ryan.

The sexual tension, lack of sleep, homework, my kid, Stef, and my X-Files will hopefully be there for when I return on Sunday, sans hangover I hope. Everybody have fun this weekend!

:: 2003 12 November :: 12.31pm
:: Music: Iron and Wine- The Night Decending

The Night Descending

Black hair, the night descending
Baby never puts her trust in
Tight black tie too quick to laughter
Ain't no telling what he's after

Found a friend without religion
Riding on a stolen engine
Far too fast to pacify you
Ain't no telling what he's up to

In time, the night may soften
Trust that I'm still hoping, darling
Wooden coin, he called my daughter
No good knowing what came after

Met a man with missing fingers
Shaking hands with shaded strangers
Far too strong to pacify you
Ain't no telling what they're up to

Late night, the cock crows shortly
Morning through the open doorway
All us servants beg the master
Ain't no knowing what he's after

In a year of fallen angels
Broken hands and boys in danger
Pray the lord may pacify you
Ain't no telling what he's up to

:: 2003 12 November :: 12.17pm
:: Mood: artistic
:: Music: Ted Leo and the Pharmacists- Six Months in a Leaky Boat

Shipwrecked love can be cruel, don't be fooled by her kind, there's a wind in my sails, will protect and prevail...
There's nothing cooler than listening to a beautiful song in a room packed full of people. It's the feeling of life disconnected.

Also cool: Sitting next to someone on the other side of a glass window.

(I'm doing both right now in the BC)

:: 2003 11 November :: 10.07pm
:: Mood: unsure
:: Music: Modest Mouse - Medication

you can't make dirt clean so we'll just lemon-scent it...
I am so distracted right now. These papers need to cease right now. I got a taste of what things used to be like on Saturday, and I want more. There's no actual purpose of this entry, I'm just wasting time... I think.

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:: 2003 11 November :: 4.40pm
:: Mood: exhausted
:: Music: Mates of State- Parachute

What I had between the things I never tried...was you reaching out for things that you could grab...I say its better because at least I know you tried...
AHHH....!

Only one more great sex show left.

When it's all said and done, I'll be happier than you'll ever know.

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:: 2003 11 November :: 1.43am
:: Mood: accomplished
:: Music: The Turtles - So Happy Together

So, thank you all very much for a very entertaining and fulfilling birthday. Extra props to Joe and Stef for helping me along with the projectile vomiting and the consequential hangover, respectively. A grand time was had by all, except Smitty, who somehow managed to sleep through the whole mess. Thanks everyone for taking a few dollars out of their tight college budgets to get me gifts, the favor will be returned... in sexual favors, of course.

While a few things seem to be getting more complicated, on the whole, everything seems a lot clearer now that I'm 21. And yes, once again, that's as vague as I can get.

Now, to get back to my story about the personally signed picture of Ms. Anderson...

Oh, and Jeremy, that is the sweetest card I think I got this year... I'm definitely taping that one up.

Thanks everyone, y'all made me feel really loved... except for that bitch at Applebee's; she can shove her free dessert up her ass and burn in hell!

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:: 2003 10 November :: 8.11am

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:: 2003 5 November :: 11.14pm
:: Mood: indifferent
:: Music: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Where The Wild Roses Grow

So as my friends sit watching the conclusion of the Matrix trilogy, I sit at home reading further support for my already tainted take on how the series has pulled a 180 in the matter of a couple hours. Still, I try to withhold judgment until I see the conclusion. I honestly hope I'm proved wrong, but if the following is any indication...

Critics by and large are unimpressed by the Matrix Revolutions hype. Joel Siegel on Good Morning America observed that Warner Bros. went all-out on everything except the movie itself. "I'm not saying that the Emperor is naked, but if he shows up this morning here in Los Angeles, he's going to catch his death of cold," Siegel remarked. In the New York Post, Lou Lumenick cites Gertrude Stein's words about Oakland as applying to Revolutions: "There's no there, there." "Pure smoke and mirrors," comments John Anderson in Newsday.Jack Mathews in the New York Daily News begins his review by remarking, "At least it's over." And those are some of the kinder reviews. Consider by way of comparison Stephen Hunter's in the Washington Post: "The film is a soggy mess, essentially a loud, wild 100-minute battle movie bookended by an incomprehensible beginning and a laughable ending." (Hunter had praised the original Matrix film.) Or take Mike Clark's blast in USA Today: "This come-down of a series capper is so arch and pompous amid its clanks and collisions that you can only snicker at the verbal wind that obscures the din of marauding machinery."

I especially enjoyed these last two...

Chris Vognar in the Dallas Morning News grumbles: "There's nothing like a batch of sequels to cheapen a movie's legacy, but the decline of Matrix stock is particularly jarring." And Manohla Dargis asks mournfully in the Los Angeles Times: "How did something that started out so cool get so dorky?"

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:: 2003 5 November :: 10.26am

so i know everyone thought it was funny to joke about getting food poisoning from oakland....i woke up this morning and found that it's not so funny....