:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Monday, February 03, 2003 ::

All / For the Sake of Momentum
Altogether too many things have happened since my last little quip a mere few days ago for me to coherently post about all of them, doubly so on account of the hour. I'm a retard, essentially. I still game too hard for my own good, and it doesn't help that I play a mean Siegfried either. ::whockwhockwooshwooshcrump:: and all that. I'd passed through a phase where I'd wander around and not really listen to anything substantial besides "In My Place," which is somewhat odd. I mean, the lyrics are somewhat mediocre, so I must have been deriving all of its impact from its sound, which is quite pretty indeed. So I listen to it again at 6am as incense burns out on my dresser and my work sits on my bed, as if I'm going to do it. Feh.

I'm quite glad to have visited the old school the other day, before my last little thing into which I put no effort. Dave's got himself a new, gorgeous guitar that sounds like a dream and plays like heaven. Perhaps it'll terrify some kid one day, don't touch my guitar if you don't know what you're doing, etc..., though I doubt that would ever wind up being the case. I think now and again of moving back in with the boys in Sideways Gummere (got an angel on the stairs...), but really, I think the best thing to do would to go about isolating myself somehow while staying upcampus so I could stay up late working, yes, and not waiting until 5:20 to put away two-day wet laundry, oh well. Mom's been supposed to come for a while, and I've taken care of most of my room, such that she doesn't really have much to do besides dust and tell me where to put all my electronic gizmos, to use her pleasantly outdated, if grating, parlance.

Jenn visited. Out of the almostotal blue. We got into this vicious fight on Friday, and fixed everything, but still felt somewhat ill at ease, such that I asked her to come for the weekend. Circumstances kept her from doing so, but she totally came anyway, for which I am amazed and indebted. I don't think I've had better Sundays, really. Rarely do I get touched nowadays, upset nowadays, given now much practice I've had over the years, about a parting, but I did, I nearly fucking cried in that restaurant because it was so soon. I bit it back the way I always do nowadays, there's no place for it nowadays, but it didn't keep a "Too soon, too soon..." from escaping unheard when a giant train pulled up to take her away. I'm so glad she looked...so many times, she doesn't. [Don't stop / come a little closer...]

This present batch of snow is gone, fuck. Would I be getting greedy by asking for more, something to bring in my new room, as unsetup as it is, as lazy as I am about shaping it to my will. Feh, I have no will. Oh well. I could have no brains, as close as I verge. [Why don't you play the game?] All around me, discontent, the downside of romance and love. I mean, I know the both of them aren't too broken up over it (yet), and are deadset on making lemonade while I'm deadset on being everyone's everything, much to my irritance when I find that the Everclear "song" has implacably worked its way into everyone's subconscious, such that they start singing it in response to my line. I just need to swim, swim hard this week so that I Deserve some shitfacedness come this Friday night. Where are my fucking drugs?

Oh, and listen to my show, unless it interferes with your sleep cycle, you small child, you.


:: Aziz 6:21 AM [+] ::
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