JOURNAL: Zerophite (J. Anderson)

  • run on, for a long time... 2002-05-08 02:09:23 Whoa, hmmm...I'm in a good mood now even though things don't seem to be very well for me. Lets just say, I have no grades in school, maybe that's *suppose* to be the biggest of my worries right now. But It's not, one more month in that place and I'm out, bye bye, so long and thanks for all the fish. I can't see my girlfriend til mid July, gah...have to start saving money to even afford the trip.

    Whee, and I'm happy. And I love every single last one of you people. Keep the art alive! (maybe I'm just running on no food and need to get home to eat) Eh, I don't care. Right now I'm just happy. OR MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM LISTENING TO MOBY! GAH! ALL HIS SONGS ARE SO REPEDITIVELY HAPPY! (except the last, say, 5 songs on Play..good stuff ^_^ )

    Anyway, I think I will get home...I'm sick of this work place...too many gamers during the day....too many strange idiots shoving money in my face wanting to play Counter-Strike.

    Current Song: Moby - Run On
    Current Book: Chuck Palahniuk - Survivor  
  • Verbal gunfight... 2002-05-07 23:27:27 Listening to Hiphop today...good stuff...well...some of it is anyway. I find myself listening to Jurassic 5 and Tribe Called Quest.

    Now, the warzone is blazing, people are laughing and playing cards. Shouting and screaming, loud cries and explosions pollute the airways. Sometime it hurts to even think about it, but now I've kind of learned to ignore it if they don't come up to me...most likely that won't happen though...

    [looks away from window, returns 3 hours later]

    god...I can't even remember what I was rambling about...oh well...

    Well I got the phone number for the box factory now, awesome stuff, time to call up and get a second job. thank god, more hours, mean more money...wheee...Then I can afford my plane ticket!!! ^^ 
  • Require second job...needed for vacation... 2002-05-07 16:00:55 Tacoma washington sucks for finding jobs.  
  • Otakon...submission received...whee! 2002-05-06 17:56:30 My head feels weird...maybe it's because I no longer have 8 inches of hair extending out of it...thank god...I'm not down to 2 again.

    My facination with T.S. Eliot and other poetry is now bringing me to some weird and new ways of making AMVs...to me...this is awesome, I've never done anything like the video I'm currently working on...it's very strange.

    good stuff though...

    Current Song - Boards of Canada :: Sixtyniner 
  • Ash Wednesday... 2002-05-04 14:48:08 This really struck home...

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    Because I do not hope to turn again
    Because I do not hope
    Because I do not hope to turn
    Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
    I no longer strive to strive toward such things
    (Why should the aged eagle stretch it's wings?)
    Why should I mourn
    The vanished power of the usual reign?

    Because I do not hope to know again
    The infirm glory of the positive hour
    Because I do not think
    Because I know I shall not know
    The one invirtable transitory power
    Because I cannot drink
    There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again

    Because I know that time is always time
    And place is always and only place
    And what is actual is always actual for one time
    And only for one place
    I rejoice that things are the way they are
    I renounce the blessed face
    And renounce the voice
    Because I cannot hope to turn again
    Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
    Upon which to rejoice

    And pray to God to have mercy upon us
    And pray that I may forget
    These matter that with myself I too much discuss
    Too much explain
    Because I do not hope to turn again
    Let these words answer
    For what is done, not to be done again
    May the judgement not be too heavy upon us

    Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
    But merely vans to beat the air
    The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
    Smaller and dryer than the will
    Teach us to care and not to care
    Teach us to sit still

    Pray for us sinners now at the hour of our death
    Pray for us now at the hour of our death

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    This merely the first part, but the poem is perhaps one of the best that I've ever read. I need to find my copy of The Four Quartets now ^_^; 
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