And so recommences the downward climb...

Yeah, I said "downward climb," get over it.

And now for something completely different. The lyrics to Hair's "Going Down." It was stuck in my head and seemed to fit my mood, so here it is.


Me and Lucifer
Lucifer and me
Just like the angel that fell
Banished forever to Hell
Today have I been expelled
From high school heaven

Elevator going down
Going down

This is my doom, my humiliation
October, not June
And it's summer vacation
Such a disgrace
How can i face the nation?
Why should this pain
Bring me such strange elation?

Emancipation proclamation
Oh Dr. Lincoln
My head needs shrinkin'
Lu lu lu lu lu lu Lucifer and me
Doomed from here
To e-ter-ni-ty!

Everybody going down down down
Going down

Forgive me if I don't cry
It's like the Fourth of July
Thank God that angels can fly
Going down down down

Peace out.

How now? What do you here alone?

In my appointment Tuesday, we mostly talked about Hair and acting. We decided that I need to tackle that block; maybe my next semester will be good like that.

I have to write a paper about conceptions of time for Anthropology. It's not going too badly, in fact, I'm kinda rockin' it all things considered. The only problem will be length. I can only say so much...Well, unless it's a blog entry.

B3 and I had a blast down at the library tonight. I grabbed a couple plays, an angel dictionary, and a Lakota language book. That's gonna be rather difficult to learn, but I want to, so I'm pretty willing to stick it out.

I'm still flying high. Sorry about the random/short entry; I've been trying to update all day, and now I'm doing it right before bed. I'm a tad braindead. Apologies.

I feel like there was something else I was going to say...ah well. This wasn't it, but I don't remember the last time I touched Gunslinger.

The Hair talkback was good - entertaining and insightful. I like Hair.

Well I don't remember. My eyes are half closed.

Good night.

Peace.

Weekend Update - Tina Fey Not Included

Friday ended up mostly kinda poopy, can't recall why. But when it actually ended, like at night, it was beautiful. Mike's is good stuff.

Saturday was poopy. Ish. It started kinda meh, went up a little, then started a slow yet sudden descent after being denied Mr T. But then it recovered - I went down to Herrick to see the production of Hair. The word I keep using for the show is "phenomenal." Brilliant too. If you've ever seen Hair, you know, but it's just such a powerful show. If you leave with dry eyes you're heartless. Or something. It struck a chord and I loved it. Then I came back and talked to Mike again. Just for a few minutes though, I was tired - it was bloody two thirty when I got back from the show after all.

Sunday started out mostly meh. (Mostly because my mind was still on Hair.) My roomie, Char, her roomie, B1 and I headed out to the nearest civilisation for thrifting, and on the car ride we jammed to Mulan. It was pretty sweet. They got me a shirt and a bloody pink skirt. I coulda shot 'em for that. And I'll probably be wearing one of the two pieces tomorrow. *sigh* Ah well. On the way back we jammed to Pocahontas. Yes, we are the epitome of mature.

And today's been fun. Hair talkback tonight. w00t!

Peace kids.

I really wish both bathrooms weren't in use.

I have a couple of hours to kill before class, so I flipped on the tube and came across cartoons. Yay! I prefer the original, but when it's the only version on, A Pup Named Scooby-Doo is dandy.

Life is still good. Yeah.

There's a video contest on campus this month - admissions wants more admissions and figure the students are the best way to get them. Go figure. I brought back an old-school camcorder when I came back this weekend. I figure, why not? I like playing paparazzi around the suite anyway. Even if it doesn't work out that I can enter the tape, I can still make summat cool about the craziness that goes on 'round these parts.

Still working my way through The Gunslinger. It's clearly holding my interest.

Sorry for that hiatus there, I finally got in the shower. Woohoo! I'm sure the world will thank me.

I need to head out to class now - je viens a la classe de francais. Et puis, apres ca, je mangerais! w00t! Et je venireais a japonais (yes, I know I didn't conjugate that right). Et finalement, je retournerais ici! Je sais qu'on vous rend tres heureuse.

I fail at practical applications of French.

Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride

Good Lord, you certainly can tell when I get to a low point, can't ye?

Clearly, I'm off that low point. I'm hoping to stay here for a while. Life is good from up here, after all, and who doesn't want life to be good?

That's not to say that shit has ceased to hit the fan. Oh no. That will probably never end. But at least the sprayed shit is not covering me or bogging me down quite so bad as it's done in the past.

In other news - one more midterm to get through. I can't believe we're already at midterms. I don't feel like we've been here that long. Ah well. Just one more, and I'm free...until I start working on those papers due right after fall break. *sigh*

I finally gave in to Papaer and have started reading the Dark Tower series. Barely. I'm still working through The Gunslinger (Book 1) but begun I have. I read The Eyes of the Dragon a while back, but hadn't been a big fan of it - I prefer Stephen King at his dark and creepy best. In general I'm not a fantasy person, not of the likes of Tolkien at least. I just don't get into it quite so much. If I don't give it a go, though, he'll be even more obnoxious, so what's the harm?

One last tidbit, and I'll really get back to studying. My Chemical Romance has recently swept me up again. They're always there, inside my mind, but I'm not really always like "OMG i can connect this to mcr! liek, omg!" Just once in a while, and not quite so bad as that first summer. But they're back from their mental hiatus. Just be warned about that, I'm sure it'll come up in an entry or two.

Ok. I need to reread about anthropology. Peace out.

Thinking and Feeling

What is the difference between
Thinking and
Feeling?
Feeling is what you get from
Thinking the way you do.

No wonder I feel like such shit then.

(HT to Charlotte's father for that deep quote)

It Seems I've Graduated from Realising to Observing

I went back into my archive just now (literally, just now) for shits and grins, and observed that my writing style has changed drastically. I usually write how I speak, so I guess that's changed too. Huh. Looking back, I was a tad obnoxious. That's not to say I'm not still obnoxious...but I like to think I'm less so now than I was.

Yeah, just thought I'd share.

That is all.

I'm Not Okay

I Promise.

Things I Cannot Say

There are so many things I want to tell you...but I can't. I know how you are, and because of that, there is a wall. As much as it may kill me mentally and emotionally, I'm not going to hinder you anymore. Let it be said about me that whatever else I am, I am never selfish. Egotistical and self-absorbed? Probably. A martyr in my own mind? Most definitely. But I'm not going to fuck you over like I've been known to do. I may not have realised it at the time, but you and I both know it's true. It's in my nature and we've seen it time and time again. I'm not giving in to that anymore. Even though we both know who I'm talking to, I won't say here. And chances are good you know what I'm talking about. But I won't embellish it anymore. I just wanted to explain myself, should any distance be felt. I don't even know if it is felt, so it was just a precaution. Ask if you want, but you'll not get anything. You know how stubborn I can be.

But I still need to tell you that thought from the other night. At this point, I don't even know if you'll care or be interested - I've just about lost interest myself - but if I know you well, and I think I do, you just might be curious. It relates to conversations past, from months ago...from the beginnings of this blog even. And if that doesn't pique your curiousity, nothing will.

In the meantime...maybe I'll write.