:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Wednesday, September 03, 2003 ::

Physics, Philosophy, and "Faithless, The Wonderboy"
Your quiz, o neglected readers, is to determine which of these classes is actually a fine specimen of modern music. I've been spending many a late night listening to the some of the finest, most powerful music my collection has to offer. Unfortunately, it carries most of the same emotional subtext of a lonely, rich man getting drunk off overpriced wine and sobbing in the enormous halls of his mansion. It's hard to say why, but I've got two generally sound ideas:

1. My whole college social life is out of groove (oh, and then I'm in trouble. Enormous props, no pun intended, to those with the savvy to get that reference). Leah's gone quite often, leaving me with a giant, lonely apartment that I don't even have the spirit to finish moving into; there's two mattresses lying around the living room, and I only know where one of them came from. Boxes of my shit huddle in the corners, full of old work and books that I take to school like merit badges for being a Decent Human Being.

2. My relationship with Jenn, for the first time ever, is open. Yikes. It's open for the purposes of preserving it, I think. Jenny seems happy, so that's a plus. I'm happy that she's happy, that's another plus. Our relationship itself seems more full of life, which is definitely good, but at the cost of security and that coziness that we're trying to avoid, since it makes us lazy. Net result: a big contributer to a general sense of displacement.

I can't believe school's started already. I guess I've gone to three days' worth of classes. I guess I've been here for five days. I guess I'd much rather be in New York City, if anywhere. Second choice, Santa Barbara. I swear I'm a happy person. Somewhere down the line, I think Jenn was no longer able to cure me of these temporary malaises, which is most likely my fault.

One of these days, I'm going to getting around to that little e-social meme of blogging a little blurb about 20 random people in one's buddy list. Read: I vaguely intend to get around to that little e-social thing I saw in Emi's blog concerning little blurbs about 20 random people in one's buddy list. Sort of speaking of which, I don't know whether I want this or not. I have no functional need for it whatsoever, but goddamn, what a radicool poser I'd be with a DDR messenger bag...I really miss DanceDancing. We're a TV away from reincarnating Ben-Haus in poor Johnicholas' bedroom. As it is, nomadic SoulCalibur 2 in 1A's living room is sort of the sum total of the gaming going on right now.

Not bad, not bad. Do tell me if you want anything, I'd be more than happy to give it to you.


:: Aziz 9:07 PM [+] ::
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