xenos

I'm confused...

When did the world flip on its head?

Tell it to stop, it's making me get a head rush.

blargh.

I feel odd...

Not really good or bad... just odd.

Slept and sat on my ass on Friday, went to school and went out to Ontario Saturday, and sat on my ass and slept today. Just took the weekend off from everything, mostly... not really by choice, but I think it was good for me anyway.

If you're wondering why the fuck I'd go to...
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Ok, I'm finally recovered enough to post again. I had altogether TOO much fun at the party saturday, enough to have a few blanks toward the end of the night. (I still can't figure out how it got to be 4 am so fast). Happy freaking birthday Bobo/Mojo, and happy freaking unbirthday to everyone else!

A two-day hangover was the only real side-effect, so all...
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Blue is a good color...

The boss I thought was going to give me a hassle about the hair barely commented on it, so unless the big boss bothers me, I'm golden... or at least blueish.

Tomorrow, I go to get a hole put in me and confirm reservations for Disney. Thank (insert deity here) for paychecks!!

Hope everyone is doing well.

Cogito cogito ergo...
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Well, I dyed my hair blue, and I'm really happy with it, but this may be the shortest-lived color job I've ever had, cause the ppl at work think I'll be hassled by the man (i.e., my boss).
So, I may have much darker hair very soon...

xenos

Once upon a time, when I was a young boy, I had a dream
I dreamed of the years passing and the boy becoming the man, of the man becoming something more, something worthwhile, something people could respect
I dreamed of growing up and growing old, of learning and expanding, of creating and sharing myself
I dreamed I could do whatever I wanted, be whoever...
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"Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone."
-Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude, 1950

Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly --
Mere puppets they, who...
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Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morieris.

i think i need to stop watching depressing movies about the lives of artists. they bring me down too much and make me all depressive.
actually, for that matter, maybe i should just stop watching tv. it brings me down and makes me all depressive.
i think i need a drink.

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or maybe someone to snuggle.