The Myth & The Majesty

Life seems odd now. I don't know why, exactly. Things just seem stranger than usual the last few days, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm only sitting in the computer lab because I managed to lock myself out of my room for the seventh time this year (not kidding, it's actually happened seven times) and I borrowed Jesse's keys so I could leave. I'm a sophomore. I'm not supposed to lock myself out anymore. But HOLY COW, am I having problems with it. Anyway, back to the strangeness. I'm still not sure why things seem strange. I suppose it's more because I keep thinking about how my life used to be, back at home. Let me lay it out for you. At home, I had known the same people for years. They had all known each other even longer. Personalities never changed much. If something happened, everyone knew within an hour, and if you didn't, you could claim you were the l

It so happens that this song just popped onto my CD player, and it seemed appropriate for my crackerjack philosophy of the day. There is no silence. Not true silence, that is. Sure, there's "quiet." Even "calm," if you're lucky and can find a place that offers such a thing. But silence? Only in deep space where it's physically impossible for sound waves to travel (or so we theorize, having never been that far away from Earth, cosmically speaking). If it did turn out to be possible, I'm sure we would inadvertantly make sure that the silence didn't last. We're very talented in that particular area. Even now, I'm listening to music as I type this. This is no more than sound replacement--cars, voices, a passing train, merely blocked out by artificial, prerecorded noise made specifically to block out the "unpleasant" noises. Maybe there is silence. In death, perhaps the ultimate silence can be found. If so, it

The scariest thing a college student faces: hours of studying that boil down to 35 minutes of stress in its purest form. Yuck. What a day. I'm exhausted. That blasted test (in organic chemistry, by the way) took everything out of me, and at 10:00 in the morning. Makes the rest of it hard to deal with. Now, I've just got that indistinct feeling of ... nothing. Nothing at all. Blah. No words of wisdom. Nothing. Blah.

All right, all right. So maybe the ambiguity continues over the word "home," but it fits this. This is what's been "home" for nine years, and as long as I'm here, it's home again. When I'm at school, that's home. Does this make any sense? My family has gone hermit-y. I don't get it. They used to be so much more ... out there. More likely to sit and read in the living room. Maybe I'm imagining it (most likely). And so I prove it by sitting at the computer. Speaking of which, my parents just got a new computer, and it's AWESOME. I love it. Good buy, Mom. (Mom's also discovered my blog ... well, the little bro printed it out for her and she read some of it.) Fun fun. Anyway, I'm home for the weekend, and I get the distinct feeling I'm missing something. Probably because I'm pacing myself a little better than I did last year ... Last year, the first time I came home, I made it my mission to see e