Woden's Day
Nov. 12th, 2003 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7A day of immediate extremes. (Mel Brooks - [The Inquisition]). Left on time, but forgot my marta card. Went back for my marta card, bus was Early, and i got to watch it leave me. Caught the one going the other way, and still made it to class on time. Class got me a review sheet, and crap for the test, next week. Next class, the one i Wanted, for today, was cancelled. I asked for it, so *shrug*.
Because i didn't have class, i saw Merrill, whom i had not seen in a Very long time. She has the consumption. Well, not really. She has the infection, not the disease, and she ain't contaigous. But someone in her class was, and she was the only one to get it. So that sucks. In hanging around, today, waiting for people to show, i studied for my test, this evening, and, while doing that, a bird crapped on my notes. That was... Fucked up.
Voltaire - [Feathery Wings]--- So i took that as a sign to say fuck it, and i stopped studying, cleaned off my notes, and that's when people arrived. The rest of the day went as i tends to do. Made a train and a bus, on time, listened to some music, talked to people. Blah, blah, blah.
Considerations of burnings, and disections. Because the pieces aren't fitting, anymore. Something's warped... *shrug* I'll have something more cogent, more important, more deeply and intuitively True, rather than Searching, later. Sure it's all important-- the questions, answers, and silences-- but i'd like some answers. Given to or from.
You who are going, enjoy the Crüxshadows and The Last Dance show.
Later.
Because i didn't have class, i saw Merrill, whom i had not seen in a Very long time. She has the consumption. Well, not really. She has the infection, not the disease, and she ain't contaigous. But someone in her class was, and she was the only one to get it. So that sucks. In hanging around, today, waiting for people to show, i studied for my test, this evening, and, while doing that, a bird crapped on my notes. That was... Fucked up.
Voltaire - [Feathery Wings]--- So i took that as a sign to say fuck it, and i stopped studying, cleaned off my notes, and that's when people arrived. The rest of the day went as i tends to do. Made a train and a bus, on time, listened to some music, talked to people. Blah, blah, blah.
Considerations of burnings, and disections. Because the pieces aren't fitting, anymore. Something's warped... *shrug* I'll have something more cogent, more important, more deeply and intuitively True, rather than Searching, later. Sure it's all important-- the questions, answers, and silences-- but i'd like some answers. Given to or from.
You who are going, enjoy the Crüxshadows and The Last Dance show.
Later.
