Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Wasabi and Stale Crackers

My junior year is over, and now begins the summer. I know what you're thinking--he's just going to blow the whole time on booze and touring with his dead-end band. Well you're wrong, and I don't know who you are. This summer is going to be whatever it's going to be, as I have no concrete plans or idea of when I'm waking up tomorrow. My first official day of freedom was spent...well. Hehe.

My second day hasn't happened yet.

I'm a senior now, by the way. Any of my readers in lower grades can find my address in the phone book for gift/tribute/sacrifice-sending. I don't accept underage female slaves or slaughtered goats, so keep that in mind. My best wishes go out to those who have recently 'gradiated--may life treat you better than it did the generations before you.

As for my fellow Seniors...yeah. You know the drill. Live it up and try not to get yourselves killed.

A special hello goes out to a special someone--things are looking brighter, aren't they?

Saturday, May 28, 2005

A Homily of Saint Frances the Mute

The Mars Volta--Roulette Dares

Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison
This is the haunt of roulette dares
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor....to all that enter here
Open wrist talks back again
In the wounds of its skin
They'll pinprick the witness
In ritual contrition
The am trinity fell upon asphyxia-derailed
In the rattles of...
Made its way through the tracks
Of a snail slouching whisper
A half mass comute through umbilical blisters
Spector will lurk
Radar has gathered
Midnight neuces from boxcar cadavears
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It's because this is
Cranial bleeding
Leaches train the living
Cursed are they who speak its name
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor to all that enter here
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It's because this is
Ratteling the laughter
Hinges splintering inside
Bludgeoned to a saddle
Rang the cloister bell inside inside inside
exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
it's because this is.

Any questions?

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Arthur Dent, You're A Real Kneebiter

The title relates to nothing in this post, so don't bother squeezing your brain for metaphor.

It's been a while since I've bothered putting anything on this thing, no matter really, only Mike ever reads it. Well, where to start. The class of '05 has graduated, as if you didn't already know, and things at good 'ole AHS have been dull without a class above mine. It gets old staring down at all the other grades, figuratively speaking of course, as most everyone in those lower grades are superior to me in height. Oh that was a delightfully pointless line, I think I'll do another. Tomorrow is our last day of school, then a couple of days of semestre tests (Friday be my very last day). I plan to be odd this summer, very odd indeed. I'm going to continue to wear short socks with my big boots and shorts, offensive t-shirts, and read up on the occult. I'm going to hang out with a delightfully strange and addictively curious friend of mine if I can, go to Deadwood, SD and loiter about the grave of Wild Bill Hicock (a man I retreated with at the Little Big Horn), and make outlandish claims in person and via the internet.

I'm single now, too. Any of you foxy ladies out there reading this (for your sake, I hope there's none of you), keep 'ole Mithrandir in mind. If I don't drive you away with the first impression, maybe you're enough like me to talk poetry.

Signing off,
A Slightly Wined-Up Arachnokleptonymphomaniac.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Okham's Razor

The heart is a very interesting and altogether insane organ. No, I don't refer to the powerful, four-chambered muscle buried within the chest--I refer to the human term for the soul. To you who are reading this, the idea of emotional confusion is not a new one. Yes, some of you might even be so far in your judgement of love as to swear it off. But as for me--your humble, egotistic, self-contrary, and amateur author--I find that no matter what figurative darts are thrown at me I can do nothing but stand in place and take them.

Why should anyone endure uncertainty for the sake of affection, you ask? Even if you're not asking that I'm going to address it anyway. I honestly don't know. I'm very much happy to abide and support and be something of a comfort for the one I care for, but despite my self-proclaimed wisdom I just don't know sometimes. I'm probably just paranoid, and insecure...and all those other fun flukes of the psyche...but there are some days (or in this case, nights) that I wonder. For once in a relationship I am content and happy, but now comes the question--is she? And if not....why not?

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Angst

This Bitter Pill
Dashboard Confessional
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Walking away. It's not the same as running. Is it to you now that you've run this in the ground. And you say take this. This medicine is just what you deserve. Swallow, choke, and die.

And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth. One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound. With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out.

It's wearing off and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart and a head to match. The bottle is waitingthe cap is twisted begging to be used and so are you.

And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth. One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound. With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out.

Thank you.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

[Insert Prom-Related Title Here]

Prom was Friday night and Saturday morning, and by the end of it I was half cross-eyed and fairly tired. Kelly and I took turns supporting eachothers weight as the hours drug on through a pretty super dance, pineapple on a tooth pick, and a rotund hypnotist. Said hypno-guy was pretty entertaining, as was what he did to the volunteers. Um...what else. Petey got his groove on.

Not much else to say, since most of you people who read this were either there or within range of it. I can't think of anything to bitch about, so this is all for now.