19:14 - 2004-01-20
I Was Never Really Gone
Oh you miserable whiners, it hasn't been that long.
It sure seems like a while though...
Almost an entire Earth month...
What can I say? With the new semester came a whole new breed of discomfort. Now my classes contain more of that special ingredient: Busy work. The epitomy of wasting time.
For a while time has been blurring between sleep, life, and phone calls. I think that now my actual life is contained in those phone calls. Whatever I'm doing at school seems a lot more like whatever your piggy toe is doing all day. Take a look at it some time. What's it up to down there? Nada, zippo, absolutely nothing.
The High TAKS Priests have redefined the act of stalling and burning away the hours and they've taken to calling it education.
I won't go on about it, except that every day my schooling experiences find a new way to astound and disgust me. I find myself walking along and saying to my companions: "Okay, I'm not QUITE physically ill yet. JUST KEEP TALKING!"
It's something I'm sure could be worse, that I should handle, that I should stomach, but I have a rather sensative stomach to those things. It got out of hand the other day, and I just couldn't take any more. So I stayed home with Cody nii-chan, who helped me poke fun at Henry the Hand, leader of the Communist Hand-Washing Brigade.
Uh...maybe I better not say too much about Henry. But I told Chanel about him, heehee:
"He travels around the country otdering people to wash their hands."-Me
"What a promising job."-Chanel
Times of late have not exactly been a gleeful romp through the tulips....It's closer to some hybrid breed of cacti and poison oak, when one harbours a fearsome alergy to both.
I don't wish to go into much detail, for fear of making this too dreary even for Zoloft, so you'll just have to take my word for it.
In other news, though, I was able to see Dragon-Half!
(And there was much rejoicing. "Yay!")
Characters were delightfully chubby, plot was barely there like women's clothes these days. If they'd only adjusted that ending a little better...But it was still great ^_^
I know very good and well that I owe you people a moth poem. There will be one, I promise. I hold my word in very high regard, and you have it, I will give you a poem about a moth. In fact, I have programmed this thing to macigally transport a moth poem into the entry that it was promised to the INSTANT you finish reading this entry. Really, it's very amazing, but true ^_^
Strenuous work begins tonight to finish the Christmas poster.
While I was gone, I got to enjoy the presence of one of Earth's most promising creatures, however briefly. Certainly, not the most wonderful being I've met, but very pleasent: A four-year-old child named Jonathan.
It may come as a surprise to many that I would be saying things like this. I seem to be a human being who is cold-hearted, aloof, unaffectionate, and particularly loathing of children. Truth be told...I'm not a million percent on any of that stuff. I don't mean to be seen that way, but I suppose if I am...There must be a facet of reality in it. But I did enjoy my time humoring and playing with Jonathan. We played computer games, he asked me innocent questions, and I answered them much in the way that I answer people my own age. It was as though one of my peers was actually able to communicate with me, and wildly entertain me at the same time. See, Jonathan was full of witty comments and observations about Hollywood, politics, and life in general.
These included, but were no limited to:
"The eyebrows are evil?"
"Where's your slippers?"
"[The cow] goes 'bawk bawk BAWK!'"
My slippers were a huge point of excitement. It seems that they are the true test of character. When one likes my slippers, they are more often than not truly an enjoyable person ^_^
Speaking of which, I am going now. Cody nii-chan has returned.
*Away I go*
