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Artheon
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Birthday: 6/18/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Art (Drawing, Pencil on standard paper), Poetry (Varied), computer games, reading (Fantasy), Quests.. (Dont ask?)
Expertise: It is in my nature to try everything. I desire to be good at everything, and consequently, I am good at nothing, but I`ve -tried- a lot of things. Yes..
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
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Member Since:
4/24/2001
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| Another drop. But a single drop, quite harmless and inconsequential as it falls through the air all by itself. The problem has two aspects. The first, and most obvious one is the fact that the drop is. Its existence. The second problem would be the gravity that pulls it - rather quite a bit faster than I would like - towards an already too full glass. There is a third fact, not a problem per se, but it should still be mentioned.
The surface beneath the glass has stains.
That said, and moving on, though I expect I shall be pulled back to the seat in front of the table where the glass stands quite soon. Too soon. Its a little known fact, or atleast it was, to me, that those days that promise to be the best often turn out as the crummiest. That might, or might not be true, and it might or might not be because of my personal, shifting nature. What I do know, however, is that it is yet another version of the pessimists warcry: "If you think its going to end in the worst possible way, you are either going to be pleasantly surprised, or you get to say that you were right."
Also, regarding the day today, it was short. Sure enough, I did "more" in one day than I usually do in a week - visited a friend, watched a movie, had a small RP-session and all - but the clock has yet to pass midnight. I shall do with what time is left until this day becomes another, and another sigh is sighed what I do with every other day.
Quite positively absolutely not even the remotest bit of shit. Not done shit in .. nine and a half months. | | |
| Yet again I find myself having deleted what I spent quite some time writing up, before posting it. Nothing`s ever simple, nor did I pretend that was the case.
I shall repeat what I have said, and known for quite a while now. I desperately need a new weblog. Perhaps I`ll pay for a Livejournal now that I`ve got a VISA.
Oh, yeah, and while I remember it, I guess I`ll write down a random expletive. Like "bugger", "bloody hell" or something. Hm. I rather like the expression "bloody hell".. Yeah. Here`s to me, you, the rest of the world, and the creatures of my mind.
Bloody hell. | | |
| Too many thoughts. That`s to say I have neither the time nor the ability to put down on paper or on this post all the things I want to say right now. Its futile. I post this only as a reminder to myself, that I might remember when I have such time.
Some of these things are good. Most are not.
And, as I have said and done before, I can only wait. | | |
| Sometimes, reality fails to convince me it is.
Sometimes, I am prepared to be down n`alone and all a full day. What does it do? Toss a storm in my face. I love it.
It started maybe fourty-five minutes ago when a friend of mine called me. She said the magic word: Rain. And this time with a bonus - thunder, with a guest appearance by its associate called lightning!
It took me less than a minute to leave the house, and less than two to reach the forest. Within five minutes I stood atop my little hill in the woods, and I remained still there. I stood there for maybe as much as half an hour, trying not to think.. The last thing I wanted was for my thoughts to ruin anything then. And it worked.. I hope it won`t be another two years for the next storm to come - it was so peaceful. The fact that I consider ripping roars of thunder to be peaceful should say something. The best part must have been when I started trudging home. The rain subsided, and a warm breeze accompanied me. All of a sudden it was unrealistically hot.
Gods.. I hate it when the weather interrupts my bad moods. *Sarcasm* ^_^ | | |
| Well, that was fast.
I`ve been reading "Thief of Time" by Pratchett - a rather amusing book in which they philosophize about the existance of a universal "tick". The time Time takes to go from now to then. The unit of time it takes for the entire universe to be destroyed and recreated anew.
It takes about one of those ticks for me to go from how I felt before, and to after. Being told what I was told took a long while - more than ten seconds I`ll wager - but after the connections in my brain were activated and the understanding was made, it took me, if one does believe in such a thing - a soul or a demibodily consciousness - one tick to react to that. By react, I mean reach a decision. Then again, I reach much more decisions than I commit acts, so it might not be significant.
Eh. Getting back on the ground.
It is general consensus that "its the little things that matter". In my opinion, its a lie. Who the bloody `ell cares if their cat is content if a meteor is speeding towards the earth and will impact in twenty-five seconds, give or take a fraction of a millisecond?
Yet at the same time it is so very very true. Today, or tonight, I lost something quite dear - not a material or easily visible thing - but something fragile. Its been on and off for a while, but this was disturbingly .. final. This led me to forget all major worries, and, most importantly, major reasons to keep smiling. Perhaps a content cat purring in your lap could make that meteor go away - atleast for twenty-four seconds.
That said, and far from done, tomorrow I will lock myself inside the house alone with less food than usual. I shall strive to do nothing - and we are not talking about nothing as in just-perusing-the-computer-playing-games-and-making-time-pass, but nothing as in doing nothing. Staring at the wall counts as nothing, I guess, as its as close I will ever get. I guess taking a walk is fine too, but the point is not where I draw the line.
All my (short) life, I`ve been striving to learn things that others could, and failed, or things noone can, and failed just as spectacularly. I think tomorrow is where I give "giving up" a try and see if I can learn anything by nothing. Its not any "spiritual growth" shit. Its curiosity at work.
Thats tomorrow though. Today, or atleast what little is left of this evening, I shall press the Submit button, read my mails, listen to the soothing violins of the Arcanum Music Track, and finally, conclude the day by closing my eyes. | | |
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