Profusion of mood swing triggers. Yeah, that’s it. That’s the ticket. That’s got to be what’s causing it. The triggers. Not a predisposed affinity to the swings themselves.
I really, really, really wish this were true. But I am afraid, very afraid, that it might not be.
This one time, in band camp… bah….
I need to get over this. I need to move on, and consider new prospects. I’ve got to purge this emotion somehow… *sigh* I have no idea how or if I even want to…
I was on my knee too much this weekend. But it was worth it.
Friday, I hung out with
Saturday, I picked up
Then I jetted to Shelby Twp. to hang with the parentals and the bro. Was actually quite a bit of fun.
Then I headed over to the Van Dyke Park Hotel for some ConFusion action. Ran into
After that, it was IPM which was hella fun. I was treated to a scarf dance, pondered at how people can stay semi-sane while watching over a bunch of 4-year-olds, and submerged myself in general silliness.
Sunday, I had a great lunch with my family, congratulated my brother on finishing his second episode of Revenge of the Terrible Tuesday, and promised to attempt to find him web hosting for the show. Every time I see those episodes, I bust a gut. And, as soon as I have compressed copies, I will be posting them for internet viewing. Damn Skippy. :)
Then I drove home and putzed around for a bit and read. I picked up the Gorillaz CD, and really dig it. Then, she and I went and saw Black Hawk Down. First off, she is SO F’CUTE with her new haircut, it should be illegal. Second, that movie is one of the most intense I’ve ever seen. Kudos to the producers and team that made it.
Ok, done with the run-down. Next post will have more deep thoughts and ruminations.
have I lost myself in another person?
Am I fully me with this question pounding in my
head?
I hated the feeling of jumping when she
came up behind me.
She used to melt into my embrace, and I used
to let it happen.
I know that I have strength.
Why do I hold on to weakness?
So much power is wasted in fear.
Oh, dear gods, at what cost, fame? His poem had been so much of exactly what the art fag had wanted. One hundred and ten per cent.
Brutal, biting, vicious words contrasted at every turn with a mockery of kindness and love. Fluid motions grated against stasis. Exactly what was sought after was lost, leaving an act of bestowing an eternity as empty, hollow, and undeserving as Joshua felt. They had loved it, and they had loved him.
They had hated Lord Welcomb. They had mocked him and stripped him of the status that was oh-so-prized in this bloody society. Lord Welcomb had been visibly agitated, a feat never before accomplished in the “polite” society of the Kindred. And that’s all that had happened in public.
It would take over a week for his body to heal from the beating he had received. And Joshua was quite good at healing. It was, at least, something to take his mind off of his punishment. That would take much, much longer to heal. Exile from London. Exile! He was sent to the American Colonies in 2000, to a city that had just been claimed in war. As a state capitol, this built-on-swampland poor excuse for a city was supposedly strategically important. He was being sent to meet ancillae representatives from the other families. They would pick a leader, and hold the city.
The place was going to be a bloody shit-hole, and he knew it.
“I am the new way to go/
I am the wave of the future.”
Without something to do this place feels boring
and anasthetic
Grab a notepad and a pen and suddenly
good music is playing
It improves the feel and noise of the
place immensely
There are few subjects for people-watching
always the regulars
I like this music.
No room for pretentiousness at a goth night,
you know.
We’re all here to make fun of ourselves.
What a noble gesture
What a grand acceptance of the ridiculous
nature of people.
In the end, I’m not sure if it’s even
more pretentious.
Maybe we’ll talk instead of spar, he
and I.
People are picketing the building next door to us.
It’s always been a rumor that that’s an FBI building. How convenient for the FBI to take up residence in a building between the two buildings that the largest ISP in the midwest live in.
I want to go over there and start spewing shit about Carnivore, because it would just be too funny. But I won’t, cuz I’m a wuss, and I like my tax refunds. Heh.
