Dreams and wishes. People and Whisky.

Gorillaz - [Faust]--- Don't want to go to school today. Can't deal with teh paperwork, and the people, and the disingenuous crap, the friends hurting other friends. Not right now.

I just want to stay home with mech_angel, smoke cigarettes, and drink whisky-- on the rocks. I wish it were a bit warmer, though; that would be nice.

Save Ferris - [Spam]--- Seriously, that's what I want. Maybe, at some point, you could come over, and we could talk. Or we could go somewhere, or whatever...

Anyway, dreams involved spinallandscape and tearsinger. The latter was commenting here, for some reason, and the former was simply... Around.

Marilyn Manson - [Angel With The Scabbed Wings]--- We have heat in the house, again.

I have to go.

Sitting in the Grad Lab.

God I feel stupid. I worry about the memory of my professors, the way they can call up obscure pieces of knowledge, from nothing, and no, not only the ones who are 30 years older than I.

I worry about the same thing, in my supposed colleagues.

I feel stupid today.

Ask me to explain something, so that i may feel more secure in my analytical skills, and my ability to remember shit good.

I need to go to this Religion and the State lecture.

Back later.

Thank you. I feel a bit better.

Björk - [Aeroplane]--- Still down, but not as far as i was, at all. Thanks for the questions.

The Church and State lecture was amazing.

I'm off to compose some things.

For selenasaberwind: <user site="livejournal.com" user="thenowh

Incandescent sweep
Graceful and elegant curl
Cats sleep curled inside

Balanced on edges
Bewildered and yet assured
Moving, circled, where?

Encompassed with smiles
Something else lies hidden slinks
Confident diguise

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This piece was written for selenasaberwind. Here's Why:

thenowhere started this meme: "Write something for me. Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine.

"Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."

And i added, and continue to add: Continue the meme. Record the point of origin, ie thenowhere

I'm out.