How evil are you?

NP: One Girl Army - Five Iron Frenzy

I feel pleasantly content at the moment. Having recently come in from the cold air, my body is busily working toward restoring contact with all my nerve endings, which is a very enjoyable sensation. This seat is not uncomfortable, I have my music, I like logic class, and Alisha is coming in two days. I only have one more day of classes and two finals. Return of the King comes out next week. I'm going to the Iowa City Vagrant meeting. Next semester won't be excessively difficult.

Yes, I am content. There are still some things about my life I want to change, but right now, I can live with this. Ua Lava

NP: N/A

Yes, it's true. I, the music guru, am enduring a prison of melodic silence. In my incredible aptitude, I managed to forget my headphones at home, leaving me without the solace of my constant companion. I'll live, though. Incubus' Wish You Were Here is running through my head, and it's nearly as good as having headphones. I will keep telling myself this until 2:10.

I also have other means of comfort today. Via the use of her silver tongue and some compromise, Alisha has cleared herself to spend a week up here beginning the 13th. It will be trans-excellent to see her again. As a bonus, her coming coincides with the long-awaited release of The Return of the King, so the extra ticket I bought won't go to waste. If this visit goes well enough (i.e. her actions aren't interpreted as "flirting" by her rents), it should prove easier for her to come in the future, which would prove extremely helpful to the morale of the Dork Crew. Plus, if the predicted weather holds, she'll get her wish of seeing snow. Yay for visits from random SoCali girls!

NP: My Weakness - Moby

Pull it a little tighter, almost there.

I can see it again, the same blue river I've always known.

I remember my oath, given in silence and solitude. The blood and water flowed as one, etching their way across the worn landscape.

One more notch.

The sword lay in flickering shadows, its promise of release eternally unanswered. Another breath escaped my lungs as I stared into the oblivion of my soul. Murderer. Judas remembers you in his dreams. Twist the knife as your lips touch her cheek.

The silver looks so pretty in the moonlight.

The gift of myrrh slowly burned to ash, its ghost dancing in the frail candlelight. Would he know you now? Would he even care? The walls are high, the guards many, the victory trivial. Better to let shadows fade.

The sweet rapture returns.

Mine are the hands of a destroyer, not a healer. Death haunts my footsteps, spreading like a cancer in everything I touch. I can never help, can only hurt.

My blissful eyes glittering with the stars, I can't see the river turning black.

NP: The Shining - Badly Drawn Boy

With the end of the semester in sight, I feel any remaining work ethic draining away rapidly. For example, I was supposed to have at least started Lonesome Dove for my seminar, but I didn't even remember to bring it with me today. This will result in an additional trip home and back, wasting time, gas, and warmth (I'm on my scooter today). My own forgetfulness is to blame, but I can't help feeling a bit of resentment toward the powers that be in the school. I'm becoming increasingly disillusioned, or perhaps needlessly antagonistic. This society makes realizing one's dreams so difficult. Money, expectations, corporations, making a living...they all act as lead weights on the wings of dreamers. I've tried to shed these burdens as best I can, but such ambitions endanger my ability to survive in this capitalistic, greed-oriented system. I would love to forget the system entirely, but unfortunately I must adhere to it in part, as the grocery store and gas stations are part of it. I really don't see an alternative to this. Fie on this planet.

NP: Anything - Mortal

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled; Not prone to overstated gushing praise Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled With overstretched opinions to rephrase; But on the other hand, not fond of fools, And thus, not fond of people, on the whole; And holding to the sound and useful rules, Not those that seek unjustified control. I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least, I think I am, and usually I'm right); And when more ostentatious types have ceased, I'm still around, and doing, still, alright. In short, I'm calm and rational and stable - Or, well, I am, as much as I am able. What Poetry Form Are You?

Yay, I like sonnets.