Joey's keeping of a livejournal spurred me to revive mine. It's really interesting seeing him write, since I've heard him speak in powers of ten more than I've heard him write. Still, I can tell that it is him writing.

I saw American Beauty the other night. I was surprised that this movie wasn't just some pretentious film (a wierd prejudice, because I've never seen a pretentious film that I didn't end up liking), but it ended up being a declaration of the once solace I can hold on to no matter what form my believes currently take, what sort of life I am living, or what sort of mood I am in. "American Beauty," indeed. I still become frustrated with myself, though, because it is with movies like that, that encourage you to act in the world around you, to immerse yourself in your own life, that are all too easy to become fixated on, that distract us from the very task which it sets us out to do. It's a risk no matter what media is involved, whether it be film, music, or text. Take Neitzsche or Christianity, for example.

I'm looking for an apartment in York, PA. I think I might have some prospective roomates, good friends of Hannah and good people in general. I'm looking forward to that prospect, of cheap living with good friends (I desperately need some of those). Also, I'm looking forward to escaping this oppressive community. What oppresses me? The opinions of the members. I must constantly be on guard that I do not overstep my bounds, which, surprisingly, is difficult to do.

Current Location: 3rd floor bunks
Feeling: hot
Hearing: Heroin - The Velvet Underground

Dude, this music is really good.

Hearing: Wilderness - Fly Further to See

I went upon top of a mountain last night. It was fantastic, but the wind began to blow dirt in my eyes, which was wierd, because there isn't a lot of dirt (or terrain in general) on top of a mountain. Anyways, that cut my stargazing short.

I wasn't wearing a costume, but Frank called out my non-costume as a Scott Pilgrim costume, which pleased me immensely. I then switched back and forth between a Scott Pilgrim personality and Capt. "Mooch" McGee, a British army officer from the turn of the 20th century. Then Kaki's driving gave me nausea, but I recovered.

An essay that is two days late? I don't care. I haven't even started yet.

Hearing: ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - Source Tags & Codes

It's about time I posted. I don't know of many people who are reading this, but, for those who are, I'm here. Sweet.

Hearing: ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - Prince With A Thousand Enemies

Sleep, please.

I have a cold and an eight o'clock class; I should be writing my philosophy paper due tomorrow, but I'm not.

Instead, I'm mounting a picture of Black Cat, one of the most well-endowed and sexual super-heroines ever, on my door.

Actually, that's part of the larger process of cleaning up mine and Joey's room, which I do not mind staying up to do. When Joey does work, you take hold of it and hold on as long as you can.

Sudafed Cold and Sinus rocks my socks.

You're black, you sexy creature! Seen as a
sophisticated and mature person, you are liked
by many an adult. But otherwise, you're a
rebellious and controversial person. On the
other hand, you're also very conservative and
and frugle. Is it possible that you enjoy
reading a heavy book? But seen as mysterious
and hidden, it may be hard to find someone to
talk to. You're not a particularly outgoing
person, but you do enjoy a good, long talk with
a person. Debating is one of your favorite
forms of communication. You just enjoy
stirring strong emotions inside people, and
watching the reaction. But as you watch, are
you sipping straight (unsweetened) coffee?


What color are you? (Amazingly detailed & accurate--with pics!)
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I have a head cold, and it makes me really, really thirsty.

Oh, and I definitely do not drink coffee, ever. It makes me balk, like the Balkans.

Here I am! Rock you like a hurricane!

Ah, yes, hurricane Ivan is terrorizing the UWG campus, cancelling classes for the next two days.

I think the Scorpions either composed a song that actual hurricanes would either love or hate. The image-conscious, wimpy, poser hurricanes that never make landfall probably like it because it makes them look cool; the genuine and self-confident hurricanes that make it here probably hate it because they see how hurricane-shallow it is.

Hearing: Elton John - FIrst Episode at Hienton

Got three new posters
Who, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin
A wall of awesome

Hearing: Rolling Stones - Prodigal Son

I think one of the reasons I'm so tired all the time is that I don't breathe enough. Oh yeah, sure, I breathe on a regular basis, but I think I've become too lazy in how deep those breaths are.

So lazy...