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Name: Joel
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Chicago
Interests: A whole spectrum of crazy shit.
Expertise: Compatibility and reading people.
Occupation: Supervisory
Industry: Education/Research
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Member Since:
9/5/2004
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| I drove my sword through his chest. He recoiled in pure pain, terror,
and shock; how could somebody as close to him such as myself do
something like this to him? I claimed I was his brother, even if not by
blood. Too bad he actually beleived me. I withdrew the blade, and
smiled. I was
consumed
with hatred, and I loved it. "Why are you doing this..." he pleaded
with his last breaths. "Because," I said, "You bring me down.
Constantly. You are the bane of my existence, although you never could
quite understand it. You thought my contempt for you was just
competetive spirit; how wrong you were. And now you're paying for it."
He didn't even scream when I cleaved him to pieces. It was complete. I
was complete, at last. I took the blood-stained sword, and just as
equally drove it through my neck into my brain. Darkness enveloped me,
and all senses were lost. Was I prepared for what lay ahead of me?
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| So I was playing badminton yesterday and I thought to myself, "is this really what the ultimate meaning to life is? Volleying a shuttlecock back and forth for one and a half hours?" One could say that yes, it is the ultimate bliss, just tossing something back and forth, constantly alternating much like people do, or no, it is just a trivial activity to move your body around for a short duration of time. However, I opt to think of volleying shuttlecocks as something within itself; it is the elegant grace of rising and falling, alternating at different speeds, being adjusted at the will of the person hitting it, and I apply it to my life. My life is a shuttlecock. I choose where it will go, where it will rise, and where it will fall. However, there are times when I will just lose my control and it will fall completely, but likewise there are times when I am in the zone and I can move it any way I want that's useful. I guess that the racket is my mind, and that my body is well, my body. That is all for crazy metaphors today; catch you later. | | |
| Whoa, I made an entry. On another Friday, no less. However, this time I have a cross country meet tomorrow, and I suppose I'll run. Running isn't exactly my first choice of things to do on a Saturday, but hey, I really have nothing better to do (other than sleep, which is much better), plus my team needs me in that un-needing kind of way. Good excersize though; that's why I do it. On another note I don't beleive I'll be going to homecoming, after I figured out after a while that I didn't even want to go to homecoming, moreso because going-to-homecoming isn't my style at all. Shit, I don't even know what I'm talking about. I don't have a "style". I'm just myself, but at times I don't even feel that, so what am I? Find out next week, I suppose. Or next year. I don't know. I need to do something with my life. | | |
| Today's Friday, and that is a beautiful thing. I love beautiful things. Have a good Friday, and be sure to do something on the weekend. Seriously. | | |
| Okay, I didn't really write anything last time. Oh well. Anyway, so
today was the first day of school, and I must say, it was interesting,
boring, and thrilling. Japanese was Japanese. Same with Philosophy.
English was really weird...our teacher's this crazy Irish Buddhist
lady...yes, Irish and Buddhist. Fucked up. Oh yeah, I'm going to sign
up for Women in History. I don't know why, but I am. Mostly so it's
another class that can look good for college I guess. I have CAT with
Mr. Wright, which basically means it's the easiest class ever. As
for Astronomy, I have no clue how this class is going to turn out. It's
got an extreme variety of people in it, and Mr. McCaren or however you
spell it is a pretty crazy guy. Oh yeah, I ran like 8 miles or
something in Cross Country today. I'm fucking exhausted, and I don't
know how I did it. Sosa's Horn Drills blow.
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