for a blog post this turned out incredibly indecisive.

Perelandra

"Of course I realize it's all rather too vague for you to put into words."

"On the contrary, it is words that are vague. The reason why the thing can't be expressed is that it's too definite for language."

The Jungle.

"Ah, what agony was that, what despair, when the tomb of memory was rent open and the ghosts of his old life came forth to scourge him!"

Don't Bring Me Down!

I was just listening to some ELO.

This will most likely be the song I won't be able to stop listening to this week.

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, oo-oo-ooh!

Should I go to Howard Payne? Oh. I would love to.

Should I keep rhyming words? Even if they suck, it's only really for me anyway.

Will I try my best to do my best?

I'll tell you once more, before I get off the floor, "don't bring me down!"

What is it with excuses? I always think that there could never be a good one...until I have one. I never think someone could excuse themselves from something they've done...until I've heard their side. Does that mean some excuses are valid? Or are reasons just reasons, and should they not have any effect on just punishment or just reward?

Am I asking too many questions?

:)

You guys are the worm's squirmyness, the bird's flight, the piano's tune.

A page from my "LDer notebook"

I've tried writing in it, but have mostly been failing. Oh well, it's an interesting experiment in self-reflection, and other kinds of reflections...

Here, I provide for you, an excerpt:

Harmless flirting

oxymoron?

Why must everyone be discontent?

the only one I resent

{is me}

everyone can see

my dirt

& useless hurt

Song I can't stop listening to: "You Don't Know Me" Ben Folds & Regina Spektor