Friday, March 30, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Fucktard. You know who you are.
I would have SO many comments.
Anyway, me and Sarah went to the Burning Steppes and looked at the ashen plains and the dead trees and just sat around. We decided to explore Blackrock Mountain. Maybe one day we'll go into the dungeon, and have an adventure. Michael and Frances will come too. Maybe this summer.
There are really good drops at Blackrock, particularly in the Core dungeon. I'm going to sail off to Thalanaar, the Alliance outpost in Felaras. David told me about Felaras the other day, said he'd been there. That it looked just like New Zealand. So I'm going to go there to train. It would be pretty nice to train in an area that resembles my homeland.
This summer, though. I'll try and run the Blackrock dungeons this summer.
When I'm not in Texas, that is.
--------Fly High-------
Friday, March 23, 2007
Things are settling down now.
Everything seems to be drawing to a logical, eventual concluision. And I've made a vow. A vow of celibacy, and of singularity. I'm fed up with the drama of teenage relationships. They reallly aren't needed, and do not serve a purpose beyond satisfying our primal desires.
So I've decided to elevate myself above that level, because I think it's important to maintain some level of moral nobility.
--------Fly High-------
Thursday, March 22, 2007
She's leaving.
God damnit. She's fucking leaving for real this time.
This is what she wants, it's what she needs, but god damn. It's completely, and absolutely NOT what I want.
I had plans. I guess I should have realized long ago that they were never going to happen. There isn't anything I can do right now. I can only watch, and say goodbye.
But I'll be seeing her again.
--------Fly High-------
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.
As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".
In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy.
The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.
There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.
In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.
Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.
Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the lang! uag is disgrasful and it should go away.
By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w"with "v".
During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensi bl riten styl.
Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.
Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be spekingGerman like zey vunted in ze forst plas.
--------Fly High-------
Friday, March 16, 2007
I find her pics on Shutterstock. She gives me reasons, she's got nothing but reasons stored in that pretty little head of hers.
I don't know if I should be believing her or blocking her at this point.
--------Fly High-------
Thursday, March 8, 2007
An ambulance just screamed by the cafe I'm in.
I've found out some interesting things so far. Shit, more sirens. Three vehicles so far, two ambulances and a police car. I'm betting there's a fire engine on the way. And right as I type it, the fire engine goes by. Spooky timing, or have I just seen this type of thing a million times before?
Anyway, I've got her IP. Her email doesn't sound too convincing, but I'm making no judgments. Not just yet.
I'll find out if I can't find those pictures from another source. That'll be what tips the scales, if anything.
The pathetic thing is, I really want to believe it this time.
--------Fly High-------
Oh, the webs of suspicion, betrayal, and hidden identities.
Who are you, really? Who's behind it all, turning these wheels?
I don't know why, or who. But I will.
I'll find out.
--------Fly High-------
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
I'm pretty sure that the momentous significance of my actions are lost on her.
I decided to act, and not be cowardly, COMPLETELY contrary to my nature when related to such things, for her.
Completely, and totally, to improve her opinion of me.
I'm so whipped. The poetic irony is how I am so effectively recieving nothing from my sufferings.
I bet she's a trekkie.
"Good." Passionate love is good.
A good thing to have.
Or so I'm told. God damnit.
If you ask me? Passionate love is nice, in a stomach-churning sort of way. Pay it too much attention, however, and it gets vicious. Just like a small child.
--------Fly High-------
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Me and Toni had a wild night last night.
The full moon really does bring out the weird side of people. For example, my usually docile, although overly friendly neighbor. Toni went over the screen door of my room and noticed someone standing in the adjacent yard.
"Dude, there's someone standing right fucking there."
"Wha?"
"He's in white, and he's like pacing or some shit"
I went to go see, and sure enough, it was my neighbor. He seemed to be having trouble with his balance, wandering around his yard, muttering and gesturing. My initial theory was that he was on a hands-free bluetooth set or something, but that seemed rather unlikely at 1:00 AM. Maybe he was calling China.
Me and Toni watched him for about 15 minutes, until eventually one of us had the serious lapse of judgement to turn on a light. He immediately stared straight through the window, at us.
We booked.
Eventually me and Toni escaped from the house, but not wanting to waste the night we went to the old buildings at Fircrest, changed a few church signs, and *accidentally* hit either a car or a house with a speed bump, we're not sure which. Those old buildings. Apparently the big one's getting torn down soon. I've always wanted to get inside that building. The shadows that get cast through the trees late at night in the moonlight, pouring into the rooms are beautiful. I can see them sometimes through the windows. Some people think it's haunted. Others say it's the scene of a murder, or a suicide.
In my opinion, it's just an old, forgotten building that has passed into myth and urban legend.
We got back home and went to bed. Toni took off around 4:20 AM. About 10 minutes later, the creepy guy was back in the yard. He seemed to be pacing. I eventually fell asleep but not before running through about thirty worst case scenarios in my mind.
--------Fly High-------
Monday, March 5, 2007
Me and Cindy are going to get together in the next week or so and do a photography project, and post it on our MM accounts.
I'm basically helping her out to try and get her noticed in the modelling world.
--------Fly High-------
I'm blogging at lunch. I usually blog at lunch.
She wasn't in class today, this made me upset. I enjoy her smile. I wonder where she could be. It's not like she never misses class, but still. Strays the mind, a bit.
Once again I'm sitting alone in a crowded place. I'm getting worse. I blame Toni for this; I was dancing with a woman a few nights ago, and I bit her. Totally unconsiously, it was essentially an accident. But I drew blood from someone I didn't even know. The look she gave me, a mixture of fear and disgust and outright confusion? It surprised me. I slipped up. I thought she was Toni.
Christ, what the hell. I don't usually do that. Well, that's a lie. I think Toni's got me sussed. We work well together. She's a masochist, and I'm a sadist. 'Nuff said. She enjoys feeling the pain I enjoy inflicting.
--------Fly High-------
Barry is back from his medical leave. At one point, he had spinal fluid leaking out of his ear. How do you deal with something like that?
I've been the Fall Guy lately, sitting up in my room late into the night, thinking about things. The insomniac detective, tortured inside, with his brilliant mind.
--------Fly High-------
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Y'know, I've put up with quite a lot, you have to at least afford me that recognition.
Understand that you're not exactly the easiest person in the universe to get along with. I have a limit. And you're swiftly approaching my breaking point.
And although I'm sure you already know this about me, once you've gone too far, I won't let you take it back.
--------Fly High-------
Saturday, March 3, 2007
I’m at work right now, sitting in the break room, listening to the rain. It’s not quite as loud as perhaps I would like, but I guess it’ll do.
People talking all around me, that seems to be the way it always is; people surrounding me, having conversations over me, around me, but never to me. Oh well, it’s not like it’s that important. I’d much rather be in silence than talk about meaningless things. It always seems to bother me, just how much of my life is made up of meaningless dialogue. I used to spout such drivel, sarcastic jokes filling my every waking minute. I loved it back then, it was who I was. I think I’ve lost confidence in myself recently. I think that’s helped to effect this change.
I’ve always admired different personalities, but only recently have I stopped feeling comfortable with my own. I used to walk, talk, and swing with the animals with a confidence born of the fact that I knew who I was, and he was a cool guy by my standards.
I’ve changed. But more importantly, I just realized that I left my lunch at home.
Fuck.
--------Fly High-------
Well I guess it's raining.
And I'm having a conversation about whether the cover of Noir should be glossy or not. I'm thinking not.
Rain makes everything better, it really does. I have to go to work. I really don't want to work today. Unfortunately for me, I don't have a choice, I stayed home sick last week. (And I actually was sick) It's a good thing that it's raining, it always helps at work. We have a tin roof, and I can hear every single tiny drop hit the building. It's an amazing feeling.
Maybe work won't be so bad today.
The clock hits 9:45. Time to head out.
I'll blog more later.
--------Fly High-------
Friday, March 2, 2007
Damnit. First time I kiss Faith and it's in an allegorical fashion.
I'm just on fire today.
In the days of old, they would all share a cup. Personally, I don't want to think about WHAT I'd catch drinking with anyone who's name is "Hrothgar." His name even sounds like, "I'm sorry Mr Duncan, you've got Hrothgar. Take two of these twice a day and your penis will stop being inverted in no time."
"Pardon me sir, it was not on purpose." The last words of Marie Antionette, who accidentally stepped on the foot of her executioner on the way to the guillotine.
JFK's last words? "Oh fuck."
Socrates-- I drank what!?!?
This is true; Aeschlus, the roman playwright, died as a gull dropped a tortoise on his head, mistaking his baldness for a rock.
--------Fly High-------
The chair I'm sitting in is broken. One side of the plasitc has detached from the frame, and it wiggles when I shift my weight. It's annoying, but I'm not going to find another chair. People talking to each other all around me, about college life, and Beowulf, and symbolism, and other stuff that I'm ignoring because it doesn't seem relevant and/or interesting.
I'd listen if Andre had anything to say, because he speaks with insight rather than emotion. I like that kind of conversation. One that's driven, structured, backed up and logical. Emotionally chrged subjects annoy me, even the use of too many adjectives makes me uncomfortable.
I tell Faith the "Frogs" joke. She laughed , and flashed that smile of hers. I've always liked her smile. It's genuine, and without judgement.
"Hi, Faith."
"Hi, Patrck." She gestures to her snack. "Want some?"
"That's ok."
Talk about a great repore. I entertain an imagination of country and snow and secret, subtle kisses.
A guy can dream.
--------Fly High-------
Thursday, March 1, 2007
She mouthed the words. Those unspeakable little words which, like most unsayable things, were most significant of all.
As she mouthed them, I thought them.
I know she's accepted that I need my time, she's told herself that she needs hers, but I hope she doesn't believe I'm finished. Just like Homer, Aeschlus, and Virgil, I'm writing my own epic journey. It will end in the Shakespearean fashion, with a great big gay dance, a wedding, and finally a long awaited kiss.
Like Homer, and the great epic poets of old, I'm embarking upon an Odyssey of my very own. And, like Odysseus, I will be a different person at the end of my journey. I just hope Penelope will be there waiting, in my own little patch of Ithaca.
--------Fly High-------
Goddamn snow gave me a cold. Anyways, today is moving very slowly. I've done some work designing a title for Henry's book, I've come up with several different styles ranging from the mildly bizarre to the dangerously odd.
In a little while I'll be heading down to the library to meet up with Toni.
--------Fly High-------
I'm off to the store, to buy some printer cartridges and some tasty, wonderful ramen.
I hate this fucking snow. Alright, time to step into the blizzard.
--------Fly High-------