I've already said this, but a lot of my friends didn't carry over, so I'm repeating:

New Journal

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Comment to be added if you haven't been already. :)

I've made a new journal, which is friends only.

Honey Wolf

So if you're really my friend, you'll go comment to be added.

This lj most likely will just become a dumping ground for quiz results and other shit.

I'MMA GET MA TAIL!!! I'MMA GET MA TAIL!!!

*bows to squeaky chewtoy*

mood: EXCITED FOR TAIL music: Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry

Tiny Tim got kicked out of Johnson Hall, and her and I are moving into an open room in Scales on the first floor. It should be fun. I have yet to tell my present roommate about the change; I'm worried she might be offended and I don't like to cause discomfort to anyone. I'll have to tell her sometime today or tomorrow.

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Through it all, I have always been a wolf. You alone know that.

mood: productive music: Through Her Eyes - Dream Theater

My breaks are always bittersweet. On the one hand I see Mo, and the family. On the other hand, I am faced with the wreck of my mother to deal with. I'm at a loss as to how to help her cope with her life, but she's clearly unable to pull herself from her wallow of self-loathing. Her third marriage is almost done, at least according to her. But I don't want to linger on that at the moment.

Seeing Mo was good. We hung out with her, Nathan, and Stetz on Friday and smoked the peace pipe. Nathan has me listening to more Eminem (creepy, huh?), and Mike introduced me to Ben Harper via his ode to the herb "Burn One Down". Mo and I hung out again on Saturday and she painted me while I got some sewing done.

Went to AIR with the Wings and Pecks. It was good to be there again, though of course my presence was a burden to Kelly. Whatever.

And I spent a good deal of my vacation high (as was to be expected). I discovered that I did indeed love Jon (shock). And now Bob has be contemplating his hologram (that is, the 'awareness' that is trapped within our bodies is trapped within this hologram that we ourselves have created). It's a new way of saying stuff I've known for a while now.

I'm beginning to practive my swordplay, but I eagerly await Jon and I's world tour to all of the best swordsmiths on the planet. Our goal is to find a katana for him, as well as a katana and tanto for me. I've already gotten a tanto knife to practice with (the real one will cost around $500, which is nothing compared to the price of the katanas). I'm getting better. I can weild my shortsword, but I do need to build up my arms. This summer, I suppose, when we'll all be able to train together.

Prepare for the end of the world. Prepare for the end of the world.

So all in all, it was a good break. I got to spend my last night with Jon, and his dad cooked us breakfast sandwiches in the morning (mmm...sausage, cheese, and egg on a toasted cinnamon raisin bagel ^^).

Back in Oswego yet. The standard Oswego-making-me-feel-like-shit hasn't started happening yet, thank god. Anyway...I'll be getting out of here next Spring! Potsdam here I come!

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mood: content music: Burn One Down - Ben Harper

Hi Oswego. I thought coming back here warranted this particular quiz:

Take the quiz:
What alcoholic beverage are you?

Absolut Vodka
Crazy at times, but still likes to keep it classy. No need to get wasted all the time, jus 95 percent of it.

Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!

I <3 Raliegh Theodore Sakers.

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Interested?

get spiritually fuckin educated

I cannot sleep; I am having visions. Of the past, and of great hulking shapes standing over me (who's intentions can only be malevolent). I do not know what the purpose of these visitors is, but I hope it's a product of my prayers and meditations. I will all of the pieces of my life to come together and show thier true form: my destiny. All of the loves, the labors...the lost to become found. It's a beautiful, broken mosaic, one that I have always been able to see, but of which my perception is always changing. But there must be a final solution to it all.

Finally got my wolf char Honey sketeched out, thanks to Ms. Chewtoy who is AWESOME <3<3<3

What d'yall think?

mood: peaceful music: Mrs. Potter's Lullaby - The Counting Crows tags: playful

Did lots of online shopping for the bird today...so within a couple of days she'll have a new playpen, some different food, and FLAVORED cuttlebones, among other things. I plan on buying her a bigger cage Friday. I also plan to finally go out to Coleman's that Friday, although my last attempts to do so have been thwarted.

Tired. Sleep now.

mood: chipper music: none

Fresh perspectives on an incresing study.
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mood: despondent music: none

I'm listening to AFI, a band I supposedly hate. I miss Amy. And the truth of it is, I miss Marc too. I don't have anyone left from that era of my lifetime, and it upsets me. I'm glad Beth or Iris aren't on here anymore, at least not much. I've accepted that Amy will never speak to me again, although I might try calling her again in another six months, then again, I may not. I find it hard to believe that there is any real hope.

I want everything to go back to the way it was. Haha, I'm stupid and doing those personal lj posts no one cares about, or bothers to read, because the emo epidemic is seeping out everywhere and causing people to not care.

I'm going to skip Chem again. I don't have the fucking PRS anyway. I've only been to that class once.

I started dropping shifts at Lakeside, and I may soon quit altogether. Lelande offered me a chance to work on a research project for German, and there's a $200 prize. I'd rather do that then clean dishes, anyway. I plan on dropping Comp and taking the waiver for it. I should have done that earlier anyway.

Soon I will also begin to write a paper for myself on the great machine of human society. I will also try to further the research on the topic more than any other author I have read, by attempting to solve the problem. The fact that human society is a problem is something almost all of you already know. But people don't realize why, and they don't know how to change it. I don't want to waste my awareness regarding the vast sea of bullshit that is our collective lives. I want to change it, at least for me and mine if for no one else. I am tired of being constrained by this and that. Those days should be over relatively soon.

And if the world does collapse, all the better.

My linguistics paper came out nice, or at least I think so. I tried to make the descriptions of Prescriptive and Descriptive thought as clear as possible, and I think I pulled it off. Then again I could be totally wrong. Now that it's put to bed, I must set off on the task of the other essay due tomorrow. The topic: gummy bears.

I don't care what all of you die-hard AFI fans say, I love Sing the Sorrow. It was one of those albums that came out at just the right point in my life (similar to the Wallflower's "Bringing Down the Horse"). It speaks of my love for Marcus and the pain adhering thereto. I need to put these lyrics here, but I'll cut them for your convienence.

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mood: melancholy music: Of Greetings and Goodbyes - AFI

Happy. Stressed out and busy as hell, but happy.

My new advisor makes me feel like I might actually be good at German. He also offered to help track down the alumnus of Oswego who started my interest in German for me.

I leave tomorrow at 12:45 to see Jon. I'll be back sometime Sunday.

mood: ecstatic music: Lullaby - A Perfect Circle