Homeward.Bound.

Press the little red button
Press the- it is pressed, the little red...

just go.


Geez it's freezing in this basement, how could spring be so cold! There's some serious 'Burrr' action going on down here. Finally I'm moved in to my room, complete with internet, cable, and enough wall space to hang all my random shit. Ah I love it. But I'm finding it difficult to get up in the morning and go out to do all the 'stuff' I had promised myself to do way back when. Maybe it's all the ease that's involved with coming back home. For the first time in awhile I'm able to walk about freely without that dagger of schoolwork dwindling over my head, ah... being free is good, real good. I'm probably worrying about getting lazy way to early though, I mean after all I am here for quite awhile and I was working my studious butt off for quite awhile more back in uni. So I suppose some lazy days are expected of me, hell maybe there even deserved. Haha, maybe.

Still, can't shake the fear that the time that's been dropped before me will be put to waste. Can't let that happen, I really really can't. After all there's some serious 'stuff' to be had. Ah look at me, three days home and feeling guilty for actually taking time out to relax. Oh bother...

such sweet sorrow

Write last final: Check.
Pack all my lovables: In Progress.
Get through first year of university with sanity intact: I ain't saying nothin...

Well boyos this is it, it's time to get the hell out of here and go home. Time to cast away this sheltered university life and return to my regular sheltered life back home. Not that I'm complaining, I mean come on - with food, laundry, and shelter all provided for it's like staying at a five star hotel that Donald Trump decided to foot the bill for. Ah I can taste Mom's cooking now...mmm soon. It's been a truly wunderbar time and I'll see everyone again soon, I can't wait to see how much we change or don't change in the coming months. I wish the best of luck to everyone in all your endeavors over the summer, remember: have fun, get laid.

Though I have learned many things about myself over these many months. As it turns out I can't tell the difference between a patio set and a striper pole, nor can I find the distinction between the word "their" and the word "there" and I probably never will be able to. Toga's are fun, real fun, and I am also very easy to hoist and transport. When people shit on all the dishes it can be both hilarious and gross, and life is better taken with a grain of salt or a good bottle of rum - to each his own.

Now time to partake in some small town chronicles.

Take care everyone, remember to snuggle up close to someone on those dark summer nights and to consume more chocolate than is possible.

And now I find that the only thing
left for me to do is to SET MYSELF ON FIRE.

Why? You can't remember why... ... ...

sometimes when you've got nothing to say it's best to admire the scenery

Song: "Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois" - Sufjan Stevens, Illinois

(photo taken by Kyroko)

People are just to Goddamn Interesting

Something I wrote while watching a man practice karate.

It's cold on this bench. Life is truly amazing, here I am running on two hours of sleep, starving, head throbbing, eyes burning due to the intensified sun and my lacking in the going outside to get used to this new intensified sun, and yet to top it I'm sitting on a freezing bench. Yet in front of everyone, or more importantly in front of me (fire ze ego cannon!), I am being given a free demonstration as to just how equipped our bodies can be for movement. Karate, Judo, all those pretty fighting dances. I have always envied dancers, they have this ability to move with such grace and flexibility while being able to manage quick finely detailed movements. They are like water, flowing about and around the air around them.

All it takes is some sun to bring the people outside, especially after being caved in all winter. I was once told that the human being is an organism that is doomed to be traped forever inside its own mind, alone. I dislike the word 'doomed' as it refers to being trapped into a hole with no escape.

Dictionary.com defined Doomed as:

1. Inevitable destruction or ruin.
2. Fate, especially a tragic or ruinous one.
3. A decision or judgment, especially an official condemnation to a severe penalty.
4. Judgment Day.
5. A statute or ordinance, especially one in force in Anglo-Saxon England.

So... It's my evitable fate to decide Judgment Day by ordinating the Anglo-Saxon church of England....yikes....

From what I see the human being is certainly not doomed, we may be many things but doomed in a Judgment Day/Anglo-Saxon/England Tea Drinker way we are not. For one thing we haven't gotten up there yet on the 'shit to be doomed about scale' and besides the very idea of such a scale is so preposterous that the very notion it exists terns my insides in to cranberry fruit punch. There are people who believe in such a scale, there are also people who believe in there own doom. Ridiculous as it is, and I just don't see why. Not when this world we live in is so mind bogglingly fascinating. Sure dark patches are bound pop up, as I always say: Even a Dalmatian has some dark spots!"

That was a bad joke.
Get used to it cause if there's one truth in life it is that I'm Full Of It.

And not all of it's good, but that’s life and it's today’s house special. Dig in.
Theirs some good eating to be had.

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