Jesus. I ought to update this thing more often. A more linear train of thought-recording is entirely necessary.
So I did not get to go to Los Angeles this weekend. Fuckers! *brandishes katana laced w/ barbituates whilst blasting Xiu Xiu. How post-apocalyptic.*
But really I think (as you may derive from the last post) I have had an excellent excellent weekend filled with awesome. Now, I'm enitrely unsure of how much I ought to divulge, particularly given the legal ambiguity of many of my adventures. But, suffice to say, adventures were had, many while staying stationary!
In ninth grade -- I just rememberd this last night (whilst frolicking in a tiny dorm room, filled with balloons) that my english teacher dubbed me 'post-post-modern'. And so we have evidence that as a wee 13-year old, I was already completely filled with a conscious awareness of my position - contextualized or not!
Ther's a part of myself I've been ignoring for over a year. And suddenly I've been allowing it out and it's bizarrely cathartic and wholly rewarding. (and full of chocolate? the cynics ask, barking hysterically)
Really, I'm fully aware that much of the time I fill the silences with bizarre segues, non sequiturs, and a cultish subscription to illogical tangents and plain oddness. There are two primary issues I have with myself in this situation -- in one I embrace it as another defining characteristic of myself, and in another I'm aware of the impediments such self-aware... I have this strong, mimetic affinity (in addition to a meme-related affinity) that sometimes blocks me off from the rest of the world. And to inhibit that and allow myself to be purely without the veneer of bombast I so frequently adopt is strange and entirely exhilirating.
Not that I won't cause YOU fools to suffer the wrath of my burgeoning insanity. It's just that I need to appreciate that I have other aspects which I often choose to ignore, unwisely.
Yeah. Sorry this got so introspective. It's not even as if the character of 'scylla' is so wholly removed from my 'real' self. There really is no strong delineation between the two, in truth.
Shit! I am fucking happy these days.
(edit to say: how many of you didn't understand my last post? weirdos. read carefully!)
So I did not get to go to Los Angeles this weekend. Fuckers! *brandishes katana laced w/ barbituates whilst blasting Xiu Xiu. How post-apocalyptic.*
But really I think (as you may derive from the last post) I have had an excellent excellent weekend filled with awesome. Now, I'm enitrely unsure of how much I ought to divulge, particularly given the legal ambiguity of many of my adventures. But, suffice to say, adventures were had, many while staying stationary!
In ninth grade -- I just rememberd this last night (whilst frolicking in a tiny dorm room, filled with balloons) that my english teacher dubbed me 'post-post-modern'. And so we have evidence that as a wee 13-year old, I was already completely filled with a conscious awareness of my position - contextualized or not!
Ther's a part of myself I've been ignoring for over a year. And suddenly I've been allowing it out and it's bizarrely cathartic and wholly rewarding. (and full of chocolate? the cynics ask, barking hysterically)
Really, I'm fully aware that much of the time I fill the silences with bizarre segues, non sequiturs, and a cultish subscription to illogical tangents and plain oddness. There are two primary issues I have with myself in this situation -- in one I embrace it as another defining characteristic of myself, and in another I'm aware of the impediments such self-aware... I have this strong, mimetic affinity (in addition to a meme-related affinity) that sometimes blocks me off from the rest of the world. And to inhibit that and allow myself to be purely without the veneer of bombast I so frequently adopt is strange and entirely exhilirating.
Not that I won't cause YOU fools to suffer the wrath of my burgeoning insanity. It's just that I need to appreciate that I have other aspects which I often choose to ignore, unwisely.
Yeah. Sorry this got so introspective. It's not even as if the character of 'scylla' is so wholly removed from my 'real' self. There really is no strong delineation between the two, in truth.
Shit! I am fucking happy these days.
(edit to say: how many of you didn't understand my last post? weirdos. read carefully!)
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