Sunday, September 25, 2005

Cloud Age Symphony.
Comments on commentary-

Lit- Yeah, it's a tough question. Yours is a good answer. Some people kind of stammer through an entire list of memories when I ask them that, lol.

Sen- Power dressing has sexual innuendo somewhere within it. Or maybe I'm weird.

Nintendo Controller= wut? Pardon my pessimism but no.

Leaful- Yeah. AC was good.

My dad is. Eh. He is.

*gestures*

Irish- Writing is one of my escapes. It works pretty well, if I say so myself.

Yeah, I don't know what being a friend is really. People have alot of definitions of how friendship works but I never take the time to examine my relationships with people and ask if they are friendships. I just presume they are, lol.

So you're comparing yourself to an oily pineapple?

Roxie- I know the FF7 storyline a little too well, lol. Not too complicated, yeah?

To everyone- To answer my own question, the defining moment of my life would have been the graveside service for my grandmother. There was a tornadic thunderstorm over the entire service and I was off by myself amongst anonymous graves. If you look up into a storm that has the potential to spawn tornadoes, you will notice that the clouds are churning violently. Away from the crowd, I stared into this gray, angry abyss- and the abyss stared back. It was like staring into the eye of a dragon. Looking into the eye of the dragon, the dragon looks back into you. There was nothing else. Just the tempest and an ant.

She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

Theme song of this post: Opening theme to Love Hina. [WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!!]

Less addictive theme song of this post: Seishun Kyousoukyoku by Sambomaster.

If you're an RPer, take a gander. If you aren't, don't. If you think you might be, do. If you think you might not be, stop being an indecisive piece of shit. Yeah. I'm talking to you.

A hurricane hit Texas. The sweet thing about Texas is that if a hurricane hits here, it doesn't always hit you. It was nice and sunny the day Rita hit Beaumont. Birds were chirping, children were playing, cows were mooing. About the only thing that Rita did was make it goddamn hard to find any milk in the store. 7 foot long, 6 foot high, 4 feet deep display that is usually full of milk- empty. All gone. Huge lines outside the store for gas, too. Surreal, I'll tell you that much.

The real point of this post is the scare the living shit out of you. How, you ask? With old pictures of me. Anyone on a slow connection has probably seppukued by now so. Sorry. Hahaha. Feign interest and humor me.



Fifth grade graduation. Half of that class was assholes. The other half were alright.



Much younger than fifth grade graduation picture. Taken in the Valley. The Valley is a region in south central Texas where many citrus products are grown. The old person is my adoptive grandfather, lol.



We were at part of the JW's HQ in New York. Aptly named "the Farm", it provides food for JW's working at the HQ. Here you can see me being devoured by a cow.



Me and my old friend Simeon. He's nuts. Seriously. He is fucking nuts. He is also somewhat more mexican than I am. Interesting, huh?



Me heading to get baptized at the tender age of 11/12. I was a prodigy of theology. I was also nervous as fuck.



People waiting around to see the baptisms. There is a young girl in maroon at the far right of the picture whom you might have heard of in prior rantings.



Approaching baptismal pool. The tension rises.



And I am baptized. This turns out to, years later, literally be meaningless aside from the fact that they can officially kick me out of the religion now.

Life is funny.

If all this fails, if all starts to rust- set sail.

That's about it. Ja ne.

P.S. Launch every zig.

P.P.S. Heh heh.

P.P.P.S. I hope not.
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