The Myth & The Majesty

Well, here I am, at home again for a couple weeks. Once again, I feel weird. But then, I'm rather used to it. I'm happy to be here. Things are quieter, my bed is bigger, there's no homework, and of course, my family's here. They're pretty cool ... most of the time ... when they feel like it. And besides, home is where the food is. My fish died. I blame the water, but it's probably my fault. I actually talked to Dan yesterday, which was awesome. Not for very long, and not as in-depth as I would like, but it's a start. He's doing okay (for those who care), but seems to be having issues keeping in touch. Finals are done. Thank God. I passed all my classes. I'm moving on as I should be. Hopefully the current trend continues (or improves) with next semester. And I'm in desperate need of a topic for this blog. Hmmm ... I'm tempted to discuss movies, simply because it requires little thought and that's about all my brain ...

Suspicions have ceased! Emails have been answered! Tests have gone ... okay! A trip home is fast approaching! It's been a good morning. Dan FINALLY answered my incessant emails, and he claims to be calling tonight. We'll see if that happens, but for now I'm just happy to have heard from him. It's been an interesting week. My roomie and one of my good friends are officially going out, and let me be the first to say online, IT'S ABOUT TIME. This is a good thing all around. And, being that it's finals week, I'm going home tomorrow. Yay! The week itself has been interesting; I've already been up for ... erm ... four hours or so, and I've got awhile before I can even take a nap. If nothing else, I need to calm down first. :):):):):):):):):) Hopefully I'll have some interesting rants coming up soon, but for now, au revoir! Hindsight shows you how a mistake looks from the rear.

This is not a good day. A student from school here died yesterday, and nobody official is saying what happened. Rumors blame alcohol. And now ... I'm getting suspicious. I don't enjoy being suspicious about things, but I'm definitely there right now. I feel very alone, and there's not a whole lot I can do about it. Erg.

This whole week has been one big Uneventful Moment. There have been slight blips on the Interesting Stuff Radar, but nothing of particularly huge importance. However, they do provide fodder for this thing, so here goes. Thursday: Anonymous Socks Day. Yup, you read that correctly. I was sent two pairs of anonymous socks in the mail. No reaction is correct for that (although I was grateful, because I only had three pairs of socks before that and, well, it's already snowed a couple times). I'm just baffled. What kind of person sends someone socks?! Friday: Roomie News Day. My roommate is going to be my RA next semester. Fun fun. Now, I also have the opportunity to have a single, as long as I'm not too far down on the waiting list. Yay! Then came the weekend, all of this last week, and now it's Saturday again and I'm not entertained. Jesse's and my nine-monther was yesterday, so we took the chance to go out to eat and then to "The Matrix...

I am bored. I am bored to the point of no return. I have no desire to do anything, yet I want to do something, just to get rid of the boredom. I never used to get bored. There was this amazing thing working for me--I had an imagination. I could sit for hours and not get bored, simply because there was some elaborate movie-type scenario playing over and over in my head, getting a little bit better each time around. There are some people in my room watching "Matrix: Reloaded" right now, and I'd join them, but I'm just not in the mood to watch a movie. Unfortunately, I'm also not in the mood to do homework, go to Perkins, go sledding, take a hike, streak, draw a picture, play cards, build a fort in the lobby, or drive around aimlessly until I run out of gas and have to call someone to come pick me up at one in the morning. Come to think of it, the only thing I'm really in the mood to do is write in this thing, and I have nothing constructive or dest...

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...