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How far would you go for me
If I were to admit my star-crossed love
I would battle to the edge of all lands
And risk falling from the earth
If I could fall into your unmoving embrace
I would die in wars a thousand times over
If only to prove my love for you was corporeal
Untainted by taboo or pride
How long shall I sweat and swear to have no thirst
And how long must I wait before to me
Your soul's true thoughts are revealed;
Whether you fast for me or feast
On another lover's love
Or shall I wither away and pine
Until I turn to happy dust
Swirled with your hollow ashes
Relieved of sensual lust
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[07 Oct 2007|01:39pm] |
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I got hit today. He drove away. I'm scared.
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| New post! |
[06 Sep 2007|09:25pm] |
Oy. I haven't posted in a while. Dunno if any of my friends actually read my LJ, but they all know I've started college. Well... I started my first fall semester. I did take summer school in... the summer, but I wasn't living on campus or anything, and it was right by our (my parents and my) apartment. I'm a freshman, but it doesn't really seem like it, since I'm not on the "party scene."
I was thinking about it. Not seriously, but it did look like a lot of fun, until all my dorm friends came back one night blind drunk. One thing I really value is being in control of myself, and I found it deeply disturbing how different my friends were when they weren't sober. It was like they were different people. So, drinking's out, and I can't smoke since I've got asthma. What else is there to do? Oh right, caffeine. Somehow it doesn't have the same appeal.
I'm taking general chem (yuck!), bio, literature of Japan, two maths (since I'd rather take the course than retake the placement exam; seems like those things really don't test your abilities so much as your reading comprehension), and study of Shakespeare. I can't say I have a favorite class, but literature of Japan is much different than I thought it would be. I'm actually getting really into it. I've never really liked Anime or other Japanese-esque things, with the exception of Nintendo games. (Well, Sonic the Hedgehog, too, but only the Genesis ones!) We're learning about the Japanese culture, and it makes me want to try to learn Japanese again. Maybe I'll have better luck with it than I did German. And I don't mean I didn't learn German because, well, I'm practically fluent. I just didn't have a very good time learning it.
I just really didn't like Frau Tyler. She was really petty and well, I don't want to get in to why I don't like her. ;)
So yes, maybe I'll try Japanese next semester. Or, I could start learning on my own with those tapes I've got. At least then I'll be able to follow some of the conversation that goes on in the classroom.
As for my other classes, I absolutely love them, except for general chem. It seems especially boring after my survey of chemistry this summer. I guess I just didn't like chemistry in highschool because it was all general chem, and that's just focusing on things that you'd never even think about, like why there's different spectra, and how there's different orbitals and such. It just seems so microscopic that it would never effect me, and truth be told, it doesn't. I like doing Tollen's test and finding out if there's an aldehyde. I don't like staring at glass tubes trying to describe what bands are in mercury while trying not to shock myself on the damned apparatus.
I might be interested in those things if I actually learned what was going on; not just pretending that I've already learned that stuff and it's just a review. The whole point of highschool was to get everyone graduated and hopefully in to college. It's not really an environment conducive to learning, and I don't see why universities don't recognize that. I mean, heck, most of my senior counterparts in highschool didn't know that you had to make a new paragraph for dialog. No wonder ppl spaek lyke thsi.
On that same tangent, it really annoys me how my bio teacher is speeding through functional groups and bio chem in a matter of days. Like I said, you don't just come to college knowing that. Unless you're like me and took a class during the summer, but even so, that stuff was hard to learn. I had to study maybe six hours every day for that. I loved it, but nonetheless it was extremely difficult. I don't understand what the science department expects to accomplish by just saying, "Oh, here's a protein. It has peptide bonds." We didn't even discuss the Zwitterion.
I don't know how good this college is, but it makes me cringe every time the professor speeds through difficult concepts. I mean, it makes perfect sense, but only if you already know what she's talking about. I've read the text, and it doesn't do that well of a job explaining things to people for the first time, either. Things seem easy for me now, but I'm really going to be in a world of hurt when we reach a concept I haven't heard of.
It just makes me wonder how the other students are doing. I'm just glad my science teachers are the only ones who assume we speak their language. Literature of Japan and Study of Shakespeare is an absolute blast. My math classes are okay, too, but I haven't got a professor for them. They're pretty relaxing though, and taking them gives me two more credits for a total of seventeen. I don't feel like such a slacker now.
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| Moving Sucks. |
[09 Aug 2007|01:17pm] |
Holy freaking hell I'm filthy, and so is my keyboard and Nintendo DS.
So on tuesday my lazy-butt dad and brother decided that they needed to move some of our crap into Leonard's (my brother's) apartment. He wanted a new mattress and springs. He also lent us his couch for a year, so we had to return that, too.
My dad just kind of looked as us and told us what to do. I guess he opened doors, too, but mostly he just got in the way. First we moved the couch, which really wasn't too bad. It was just a little bulky. We went down from the forth floor and stuffed it into the U-HAUL. Next we got the mattress. Now that thing was a beast.
Not only was it really freaking heavy, the piece of crap didn't even have any handles on it. It had satin over it to soak up the love-juice, so it was extremely slippery and pretty much impossible to carry. It was even trickier since we didn't want it to touch the ground.
When we got to Leonard's apartment, we wrestled the mattress inside and up to the second floor. (Praise the Lords for elevators!) I got to the point where I didn't feel I could carry it any more, and then I carried it a lot more. Leonard handled himself by whining about how much he hated moving.
So then we went back for the couch. I have no idea why, but we kept dropping the piece of crap. It was a Godsend to have the couch second, because, after the mattress, I would have strangled someone if I needed to carry something worse.
Leonard had been moaning all day about how he wanted to go home and sleep and how he had been up all night. I don't blame him--he had a night shift and then he needed to go to work at 6:00 AM the next day. The thing was, when we got into his apartment, there was a pair of lady's shoes on the floor. Nice one, Leonard.
Anyhow, my dad and I went back to our place to get more crap that couldn't fit in the U-HAUL. We had a folding-screen. (You know, those things girls dress behind in movies, like POTC when Elizabeth got her dress.)
The thing is, ours is really heavy, and I can barely lift it on my own. (I can, but I'm just that awesome.) My idiot father tried to pick it up, and as I've learned, I'm much stronger than he is. He dropped the piece of crap on my head, and then just sort of left it there for me to sort out.
We carried it to the elevator where he dropped it on my foot. And you know, that thing is probably heavier than I am. (200 lbs or more-- that's 91 kilos for all you non-Americans.)
After we got that in the U-HAUL, we went back for the box springs. We got it in the car pretty easily, but again, it had no freaking handles. Piece of crap.
After we got back to Leonard's place, I tried to wrestle the box springs out of the U-HAUL. I have no idea how we got it in there in the first place, because it was too wide in all directions. I was pulling on it cartoon style, you know, with my legs on the van and pulling out so I was practically horizontal. My idiot father tries to help me and puts his fingers right under the springs. He got his hand crushed and cussed at me. Serves him right.
Yesterday we moved out of our apartment and back to our house conveniently located 9 hours away (driving). If I'd learned anything the previous day, it was that my dad was a lazy bum. As soon as I packed my crap, I started loading the cars. Just as I'd figured, I carried pretty much everything. Heck, I was even putting the boxes on a cart for my dad. He just pushed carts. That's all he did.
I guess having me be the little packing slave was too stressful for my dad because he started moaning about "how everything was hopeless" and that there "was such a volume of stuff" that we couldn't possibly get it all back.
Then I offered to drive and he perked up.
Anyway, when we got back, my dad was in a bad mood again, and subsequently couldn't carry anything into the house. He went to bed like a little wuss as I unpacked the van and carried boxes of what seemed like bricks up and down the stairs. It took me two hours for just one car; that's how much stuff there was.
My mom started out telling me not to bring the stuff in, but when I told her, "either let me bring the stuff in, or be content with it rattling around in the back of the van," she started cheering me on.
After my dad woke up today, he thanked me for moving all the stuff, saying that it was a job that would have taken him two days. We all know, however, that he would have just let me do it anyway.
Despite all my tribulations, I rather like being a sweaty moving guy.
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| Ramblings |
[25 Jun 2007|01:57pm] |
Here I sit and here I stew
I think of nothing, except you
Here I twist and here I burrow
Concerns mark me; cast a furrow
Maybe I think too much and worry
I've cast myself into a fury
But what else is there that I can do
Except sit here and concern myself of you
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| Poem Hubrid didn't like much :P |
[19 Jun 2007|12:20am] |
waving, whistling in the wind/soft hair spun by fine whisps/I see her smiling I swirl about/I melt on the outside while my insides boil and scream/ I lose my sight as it fades into dream and when I look up again she's nowhere to be seen/ I scan teh crowd with eyes aflutter/never seeing the beauty, only others
but she lives within my mind
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