a way to keep

first incident. kind of messy, but everyone's ok. and that's what's important.


city tomorrow!! i'm sore and achy, and everything hurts, but i'm pretty happy.

next one down the line

today was an awful day.

i woke up at 1:16 (when i had a reslife meeting at 12) to the sound of someone keying into my room. to give me shelves of course, but i was naked.

so i ran over to the office. rosemarie did not look happy. i think i'll be put on probation, which is fine, because that's what the punishment is, but i don't like it, naturally.

then i ran (late) to the alexander workshop and realized my phone was dead. so i turned it off and tried not to cry as i got more in touch with my breath. fucking breath. its so connected to emotion, i hate it.

then i left to go to the dth meeting, where i realized that i don't have credit room to take everything i want to take, and that i still have 33 or maybe 36 credits to take, not counting next semester, if i just MINOR in english. fuck me.

so then i check my phone and realize there was an emergency preparedness drill that i missed. that had my parents panicking, because the phone was off.

now i haven't showered, and i'm going to go to dinner, then an oktoberfest program for peter, then go to quints, which i don't feel prepared for (or even like i can sing, even though my voice is fine at the moment), and THEN i have a meeting with player's guild about next week, which i'm also not prepared for.

then i'm going to have to read piers plowman, eat ben and jerrys, curl up and die.

roxanne...

could have stood

so it's been awhile. life is just too freakin' busy. papers out my ass, classes, rehearsals, reports, yada yada yada.

just gotta get i done.

i went to boston last weekend. it was pretty crazy. felt like something out of a fitzgerald novel, i acted like a crazy person to an extent. thankfully i was with some people who loved me, so i may be forgiven. and i made a new friend.

i think maybe we, as human beings, need to get off the notion of friends. keep a few friends, and i know who mine would be, but we should constantly meet and spend time with new people. it's healthy. meet people you don't know, and then throw caution to the wind and attach yourself to them for a short while. party with them, discuss god with them, sit on rooftops at 4 am with them. and always come back to the people who really seem to care.

but maybe that's the influence of fitzgerald on this past weekend?


at any rate, i'm far too apollonian for that to work for long...

siege perilous

an extremely good weekend. spent a bit too much in the city, but i suppose that's what a gay-day is for. its all stuff i'll make immediate use of. excepting perhaps the hoodie, because it's too small. but not too too small. and it will be motivation to keep (read: start again) working out.

back to le morte d'arthur. then another survey paper, surprise. then heroes, then diner, then bed? ve shall see...

going to bed early, and waking up and doing some more of this damn survey paper then. fuck you plato, for making me have that existential break down yesterday...even if you were just the straw that broke the camel's back, not the load itself.

and sometimes, i just need to chill the fuck out.

once

You must've fallen from the sky
You must've shattered on the runway
you've brought so many to the light
And now you're by yourself

There comes a point in every fight
When giving up seems like the only way
When everyone one has said goodbye
And now you're on your own

If you need somewhere to fall apart
Somewhere to fall apart
The rules of cain ,the rights you've made
The owls that caw, for those to blame
The broken glass, the fool that asked
The moving arrow to stop

You must've fallen from the sky
You must've come here in the pourin' rain
You took so many through the light
And now you're on your own

If you need somewhere to fall apart
Somewhere to fall apart
The ruins of man, the bloody black
The fool that bull the prouder hag
The night the makes the rattle ack
The wolves that follow the outed man
The falling star the way we are
The vern
The rules that never ever mulitply

You must've fallen from the sky
You must've come here on the wrong way
You came among us every time
But now you're on your own

If you need somewhere to fall apart
Somewhere to fall apart
The call you seek, the basket case
The rules of thumb you have to break
The raging skull, The rag to the bull
The nails that drag in either hand
Well I will make my worker that
I know this place
I know this time

You must've fallen from the sky




funny how it feels emo when i listen to it, but reading it it's a love song. i should know better, but i don't.

a fistful of unfinished moments and not one to hold on to

something that needs repeating

my attendance is kind of dismal for two of my classes this semester. of course, it's perfect for my theatre classes, with one absence in survey and one in lighting. hmmm...interesting...

in other news...i think too much, and try to hard when i should take it easy.