Your Homicidal Rampage! by crash_and_burn
Your name:
Weapon of Choice:	A can of mace
Your Favorite Target:	People from Florida
Your Kill Count:	71,612,349
Your Battle Cry:	"I enjoy cheese."
Years You Spend in Jail:	15
How Much Money In Damages You Cause:	$134,012,749,121,194
Your Homocidal Insanity Level:: 100%
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18 - Moby

I suppose I owe my readers a normal blog entry. Enough crypticism for the time being.

We've finally reached Japan in my history class. I just learned that the Japanese language is as closely related to Polynesian languages as it is to Chinese. My prof is the Asian languages advisor for the College of Liberal Arts, which would explain his accuracy in pronouncing Chinese and Japanese words. There's a guy sitting in front of me who looks like Edward Norton.

Work is tolerable. Not exciting, but okay. I haven't had to serve the food-throwing lady yet, though, so my range of experience is still limited. At least I've some income now. Maybe I can start buying more stuff for music.

Speaking of, I'm thinking of changing my major to music and dropping the English minor.

Nossa senhora, this entry is boring.

Whoa Is Me - Dredg

"We're given the nightmare of pushing constantly against our restraints, knowing that if we break them, we'll spin out into complete insanity."

I'm beginning to understand the appeal of transcendence.

I must break free of this. I will not be bound.

Mention this to me.
Mention something, mention anything.
Mention this to me
And watch the weather change.

Promise What You Will - Iron and Wine

My philosophy class makes me want to rub my naked eyeballs with coarse sandpaper. Only twelve more sessions of it.

Yes, only six weeks left of this semester. School always manages to create the strangest temporal paradoxes (which should henceforth be called paradoxi). The past six weeks have been ridiculously long, but at the same time I can't believe the semester is nearly 66% over. I suppose I'm excited about the terminus, but not as much as might be expected. I guess the memory of last semester is still too powerful.

Thomas - A Perfect Circle

Bad news, people. Liking Bright Eyes is more popular than liking Coldplay or Tool. I give you the evidence (highlight to see the awful truth).

How common are niedin's interests

Universal none

Popular bright eyes (65289) coldplay (58189) incubus (80369) pink floyd (54606) radiohead (88031) sublime (57470) the beatles (74056) tool (57087) weezer (71477)

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Unusual artie shaw (115) bb king (724) big wreck (284) billie holliday (639) calexico (751) count basie (495) don mclean (535) ester drang (256) evan and jaron (328) exponents (16) fold zandura (46) g love (264) glenn miller (587) godspeed! you black emperor (338) goodnight star (13) grammatrain (41) hans zimmer (694) indigo swing (51) jimmie's chicken shack (524) john vanderslice (935) johnny respect (45) joy electric (723) kevin shields (228) louis prima (286) mark mothersbaugh (177) minibosses (348) mortal (110) nat king cole (915) negativland (466) new pornographers (894) peggy lee (424) phil keaggy (80) propellerheads (451) royal crown revue (297) stan getz (562) starflyer 59 (803) sting & the police (33) the billy nayer show (21) the dingees (150) the lucksmiths (369) the panics (91) the waifs (341) thelonius monk (537) tribe called quest (915) ugly duckling (309) virus (733) you call that art? (12)

Rare bear vs. larger bear (1) bnb all stars (2) dj drew (1) hit & run bluegrass (1) jeff johnson (9) john jonethis (2) nitro praise (9) superpope (4) the electrics (9) the poudre river irregulars (1) trump mother jones (4)

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And around the world was heard the sound of weeping indie kids.

( ) - Sigur Ros

...and what a five years it's been.

Ah, if only you could see me now. You might even believe I've finally paid for my sins. Maybe my tears have finally made an ocean the match of yours.

Five years ago, there were no tears. There was only starlight and an infinite horizon. A hayride, a wooden fence, and the same shoes I'm wearing now. My arm around your shoulders, your perfume in the cold October air. The world was at our feet, the stars in our eyes, and newborn love in our hands.

You called me "Prince Charming." You were the first princess I failed, but not the last.

Here's to the dream, the hope, the life I abandoned.

Winners Never Quit - Pedro the Lion

Sunday night at my parents' house, finishing up laundry, working on my Acting I journal, I'm having difficulty coming up with reasons for going to class tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after. I've hit my mid-semester disillusionment and can't seem to pull out of the nosedive. As always, there is ample fuel to feed the fires.

And to think, I felt as though I was on the verge of some epiphany earlier this week. Something I wanted to blog about, but now I can't even remember what it was about. Just one more faceless victim crushed beneath the endless parade of banalities. Get up, do your dharma, eat food, go to sleep. I cherish weekends not for the break from school but for the time I can spend with people I care about. School weeks are just so....empty. Nothing I do there matters. The system attempts to sustain me with spoonfuls of air, and even though I know it's useless, I must pretend I enjoy the void. I know somewhere there are diamonds hidden in the shit-heap of society, but to find them, I must wallow through milennia of triviality.

A shame my abnormalities didn't manifest themselves physically. At least then I could get a job with a circus.

Sheep Go to Heaven - Cake

I was called a "pimp" last night. Lisa called me that because I had three (later four) girls in my car. We went to the Alley Cat, had a round of drinks, and played board games. Sam beat Kristen at checkers, but I beat her at chess. KCSU was playing solid Latin-jazz (the pre-G era stuff), and I tuned the nylon-string guitar that lives on the throw pillows. Nylon-string guitars are fun to play improvisational jazz on. Kristen wanted me to sing while I played, but improv jazz isn't the sort of thing one sings to. At least not if that one is me.

I'm good at ending sentences with prepositions.

I auditioned for the Directing I students yesterday, and landed two roles before leaving Johnson Hall. Nick Ish recruited me to play a sinister but stupid Russian count, and another person wants me to play a college guy talking to his roommates about girls. Methinks the former role will come more naturally. Nick also wants me to play in his one act next semester. Huttah for theatre work!

Jesus God, are You mocking me?

Inside - Moby

Sitting in my backpack is an application for employment specifically tailored to serve the needs of Good Samaritan Retirement Village. Yes, I'm going back to my old job. The opening exists, the pay is good, the hours work, and I need money. Fiscal woes will soon be a thing of the past. Now all I need is a scholarship.

I realized something today. At least, I think I did. I realized I need to stop worrying when I don't know the words. Not knowing the words all the time is part of being human. And sometimes, the words are meant to be indiscernible. I've spent too much time as the stone; I must learn to be the river.

Paranoid Android - Radiohead

I got into a spat with an AFROTC thug on the CSU forums. Well, not really a spat. More like laying a logical 2x4 across his war-minded skull for being an ass. Here, my sadistic tendencies come to the fore: I really enjoyed posting it. Kekki no u o imashimuru koto.

Okay, class, pay attention: there are benefits to being an irresponsible moron. Here's mine for the week. I lost my cell phone charger in the move, so I go to Car Toys yesterday to get a new one. The clerkess there informed me my model is impossible to find chargers for (props to Samsung marketing), so she suggested I upgrade to the newer model. Upon examining my data in the computer, she discovered my insurance policy is still valid, so she suggested we turn my condition from "idiot who can't remember where he places things" to "victimized cell phone user whose phone won't hold a charge." That way, I get the new model for a modest $35 deductible.

I love the culture of victimhood.

Prelude in B minor Op 28 No 6 - Chopin

I discovered something beautiful today. As soon as you get the opportunity, you must try walking in an autumn rain while listening to Chopin. Wear a trenchcoat if possible, and don't bring an umbrella. Walk for at least fifteen minutes. Perhaps you can find some of the peace that permeated my spirit as I listened to the Ainulindale flowing from every street corner and watched yellow leaves bow their heads to let fall tears not of their making.

Raindrops are as powerful as stars.

She Is the Annelid - Poland's Mighty Cavalry

I must say, the recording quality on this particular song is rather sub-par. I expected better from such professional musicians, but disappointments are common fare lately. Maybe their concert Friday will redeem them.

I finally finished my bloody philosophy midterm. I won't get an A, but at least I won't fail. We talked about this sort of thing in psychology last year, but the actual name escapes me: becoming disgusted with something you normally enjoy because you're being graded on it. Left on my own (read: no school), I would likely have finished my philosophy texts by now, and gotten a lot out of them because it was my own volition going in. Now, I have to do the scholastic song and dance to the whistle or I don't get any bones tossed my way. Damn the system.

Moving occupied much of this weekend, but I'm pleasantly settling in to my new place now. I'll actually have time this afternoon to get my books back on my bookshelf and my various game consoles set up. Unfortunately, this move will probably worsen my lardass condition, as I'll have much easier access to campus food sources. Oh well. At least I'll be a tub of goo in a place I can call home. I never felt completely comfortable at my parents' place. Too many ghosts.

My Cap'n Crunch this morning was very unsatisfying. I eagerly desire additional sustenance.