alright, alright. so dartmouth and williams and johns hopkins rejected me. oh well. was nice to try, would have been a nice validation (yes, we all need ego boosts ne?). so georgetown waitlisted me. think i'll stay on? dunno. but i got uva and tufts. so. decision's made? not quite. amherst? would be ironic if i didn't get it.

i'll wing retreat tonight. and tomorrow afternoon.

hokay that was just me overreacting again. NO WORRIES!!!

on a side note: eating tons of plums and who the hell's giving out my number.

ALRIGHT DAMMIT! ENOUGH ALREADY!!

geez. ah why do i care. couldn't even be bothered to leave a comment, if you're still hung up about it, man, whatever. and if you weren't even there, well, yay. HIGH moral high ground man. whoop de doo. feel self assured. as long as you're happy.

so, so ironic. barely a year after being ousted by the streets, the streets are putting yanukovich back in again. yuschenko is flailing, losing popular support, and ukraine wobbles again, trying to decide between the west and the bear. timoshenko i think will be a dark horse kinda player, power behind the throne and all. she's in second place, so surprisingly, which might provide some amusement. so there goes the orange revolution. i suppose it indicates the marvel of democracy and all, but it's just so ironically and tragically amusing. reminds me of pratchett:

"don't put your trust in revolutions. they always come around again. that's why they're called revolutions. people die, and nothing changes."
-vimes

i think.

in anycase, georgetown dumped me on the waiting list. one up, one down, five/four? shake it all around.

if i ever manage to draw properly, i wanna draw like banksy.

i get called by financial planners??????

and heh. coyote is amusing, and coyote + interns make for very hilarious...situations. and innuendos.

catching up with old friend, going home, and revisiting fresh fears. where did everyone go? drop me a note, sometime, even a whole jazz tune would be lovely.

i met my old lover friend
on the street last night
she seemed so glad to see me
i just smiled
and we talked about some old times
and we drank ourselves some beers
still crazy afler all these years
oh, still crazy after all these years

mood of the moment - fearful, pent-up prayer
music of the moment - paul simon - still crazy after all these years

wow. things happen so fast like raindrops pelting your skin. one down (UVa? should i go, or should i stay?), six to go, and fear of falling keeps me awake, amongst other things, fear of going too fast and tripping, fear of accidents. i'm going around, saying ""i don't believe myself, i don't believe i just did that'' [yes, remnants of work there] and then and then i never learn >.< the media is a bad influence, and yet, as she said, actions are amoral.

are they? is all that's saving me sophistry?

but hon, for you. the lesson of the moth, as promised. so apt, so apt,

so apt.

we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

i love archy. 'specially his maxims.

mm pirates of the caribbean is good for restoring humour.

music of the moment - rockapella - free falling
mood of the moment - swingingwhatever.

presupposition is such a wonderful thing. like suppositories.

>.<

guided missiles, and misguided men. where is the truth in that? and so i leave, in a cloud of whirlwind dust and feathers and shards, because there really isn't anything else to say. i'll implode on my own, because there's no need to take the world with me. knives in the gut, stabs in the back, trip and fall, alcohol, kitty has claws.

words drip from my mouth again, mucoid secretions that cling frantically to my lips before giving in to gravity and falling to the floor where they clump in a fragile attempt to preserve whatever small life they have.

now or later? i never wanted to pull and twist strings.

really. whatever.

wow. knife in the gut.

isn't it interesting how most of our lives are lived vicariously through pixels and bytes and text on the net. we communicate through flickers on our pale white screens, tapping emotions into keyboards, and these are things we never dare reveal to others.

like it or not, your life is ruled by others.

music of the moment - by the tapping of my thumbs/ something wicked this way comes.
mood of the moment - whatever. the cough/mucus generation is not helping.

i've blown my nose so much it's bleeding. i'm scared to do it again, lest i bust something more.

be careful what you wish for, please. there's a reason why you have to stick it out. and transatlantic rivalry right now is pretty stupid.

guh. cant say very much now, no incisive analysis (like i ever put one up). my life seems to be focused on the mundane, probably because a bad throat and bacterial thingy forces your feet back onto the ground like lead weights. i just wish the ground wasn't at the bottom of the sea, that's all. i'm not depressed or anything...just detached. or maybe still dazed and amazed.

meh.

oh gods what a weekend. WHAT a weekend. i've poured enough alcohol into my system to give my liver a workout for the next month or so, and this is the 5th week in a damn -row- i've been out late, and it just keeps getting more extreme. gods.

(on a sidenote, check out fancypants! best flash game evar. ok alongside foon.co.uk. and um, gee, this feels like playing rayman all over again Ü)

cjc thing was ok, i guess. taize and all. but throat got in the way of singing. and after that, we went out! and suddenly we ended up in zouk. as drea says: "wa. alive group. damn happening!"
which is pretty ironic. then again, we never aimed to be a church group.

and THEN. the next day, i end up playing battlefront for long hours again and end up with headache again. but btw mezebar 'sgood drinks. you pay for the presentation though. but there was a good saxophonist. after that. 9 damn drinks in 2 damn hours. ummmm...about a total of 1 shirleytemple, 1 vodkalime, 2 ginandtonics, 3 tequilapops (my new favourite Ü), a toffeetini and a half-pint of guinness. gurgh.

andthenandthenohgods.ineedsleep.

i don't want another broken body and ashes. is that too much to ask, to change your plans? must i remember another date?

sweetandsinful,you're.a.god.
you're my god. six ways to sunday, highway to hell.

well since i've just gotten most of my work cleared, let me just say i slept exactly 12 hours ago for a reason, and that reason was work. what sort of work, well, heh. *grin* it involved a projector, a xbox 360, hi-definition, quake 4, doa4, and a surround sound system. not necessarily at the same time.

SQUEEEEE.

and dad played xbox! everyone be astounded! hehe because it was need for speed: most wanted. so he got to drive a lambo left and right. very left and right :P we're borrowing a steering wheel for him :D

pity i had to return the 360 today though :( no worries.

I FOUND MY PLUM!!! hahaha well actually i forgot to eat it after my chicken dum bryani thing so now i'm biting it in place as i type. it's nice and sweet. the green plum type (i dont know what happened to the big ones, they're all hard now). nyum.

anyways. of all days to pile work on me it has to be today. xbox day. but no worries! i'm sneaking off once in a while for quake and doa :D

maybe i'll sneak more. there's the party tonight. see if alive ends soon enough.

interesting, that the most tolerant and stable of beliefs rejects beliefs. this is why i'm a religious humanist. yes, i've found my religion. nyah. and i am a defender of faiths. plural. not singular.

except for maybe one singular. the one of 3.

..six ways from sunday
and a million miles from it all.

I WANT THESE THINGS. they're just so funky.

and i'd do this to my thumbdrive only i figure it's funkier in its little rubber casing.

and they're taking the hobbits to isengard!