So today was rather uneventful, although I was more productive than usual... went to my classes, then I actually went to the LIBRARY to do some WORK...

It's amazing, I know, but keep your shirt on for now, junior...

But I fell asleep reading and woke up after about 4 hours... I didn't sleep the whole time, and I wasn't exactly counting on an egg timer how long I was sleeping, but yeah... fell asleep....

And does anyone ever experience that nagging need to hear a certian song at a certain time, then come to find that the albumn is nowhere to be found?! That's what happened to me... I did eventually find it, but in my search, I was getting pretty freaked out, since this is my second (count 'em, ONE, TWO) copy of Mellon Collie that I've bought in recent years and didn't want to have to invest in another...

But I just had to listen to Porcelina for some odd reason... and some other random songs from Twilight, but that's beside the point...

THE POINT IS I looked in the case where the CD's should be in their respective slots... listened to whatever on Twilight, then went to get out Dawn to Dusk, and it wasn't there... no problem, it's around here somewhere amongst my piles of CD's...

Searching.... five minutes later, I'm tweaking out like a 7 year old on too much coffee... no Dawn anywhere...

I eventually found it in the CD holder case thingy that I brought home last weekend (duh *smacks self* ow) and my life is not over, as you can all well see....

Going home tomorrow.... this week dragged on until today, when it all caught up with itself... it was weird, but I hope someone understands the babble coming out of my head...

Here are some lines from an untitled poem that I thought were noteworthy... but the poem in whole needs to be split up, since I changed subjects, then went back... it was just weird...

WRITTEN SEPT. 18, 2004

My faith waivers like the flickering flame
Eyes growing weary awaiting my prophet
delivering the Word I've longed for
No longer can I kneel before this false idol
that I've created for comfort and found misleading
Truth is what I seek,
but not in the masses -
Simply within myself
and in my soul
I know there is only doubt and pain
Buried deep in a cold grave I adorn
Black shroud over blue honesty
I shall mourn hence
What is and never could be.

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"the living wrecks wreak their havoc upon this world " ~SP, Fuck You (An Ode to No One)

L'amour toujours

~LP