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[Mar. 9th, 2006|05:49 pm] |
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jan ali li pilin ike. o pilin pona. pona, pona, pona.
"pilin pona li pana e sijelo pona." ~ toki soni pi toki pona. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|08:53 pm] |
Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.
And a happy new year. |
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| Countertheft! |
[Nov. 15th, 2005|11:44 pm] |
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| |  recovering | ] |
Post a reply to this entry with only a picture. And I'll reply with one back. No more words at the end of this point. But no images of genitals please (this means you :P). And if you use one word, una palabra, at all, you get POWER-DELETED! (Stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tenma_no_kami who in turn stole it from laserkei. ) |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|03:27 am] |
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| |  not sure, actually | ] |
I don't know if I should be relieved or worried about the fact that absolutely everything is out of my hands right now. |
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| something i randomly wrote |
[Oct. 6th, 2005|02:47 pm] |
Dark clouds cover the city. They symbolize the flaming skull that has been sort of hovering outside my door for three days, I think. It wants me to let it in but it has yet to properly knock.
I think if it will knock, it will extinguish itself, or possibly crumble. Nevertheless, I'm not going to encourage it to just sulk out there, so until it knocks, it doesn't get in.
It howls sometimes, and when it does, the moon seems to turn green. I take a swig of absinthe and stare the skull down through the screen door. It insists it merely wants to deliver a telegram.
"Then why don't you know?"
Its hollowed cavities look resigned for a moment, and then it howls again. I close the front door and go back into the library.
Lighting up a cigar, I look first over the tomes of poetry. Mostly Poe. I guess my own morbidity is to blame for that monstrosity. You can only read the Cask of Amontillado so many times before someone bricks you into their own cellar.
I stand back up and go back to the door. Skull's stll there. I look at it.
"Can it be a ... singing telegram?"
The skull sighs, somehow I think it hates that request; it acquiesces, though, and I open the door for it. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 3rd, 2005|09:54 pm] |
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! |
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| Grade Report |
[Sep. 20th, 2005|12:37 am] |
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| | happy | ] |
Aside from the random amusement that my school is now in Facebook, and I got invited to join a medieval society as a "minstrel" by people who were watching me play mandolin, I haven't got a lot to share except my report card, which came in when I was out of town.
Basic Supervision: A
Information Processing: A
Professional Development: A
Accounting II: A
Human Resource Fundamentals: A
... Yeah, I'm happy about that, and my current 3.8 GPA. :) |
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| mon dieu! |
[Sep. 15th, 2005|07:29 pm] |
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| |  ROCKING | ] |
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| | Canon Rock | ] |
This is the greatest thing ever.
Seriously. If I haven't linked you to that already, go watch it.
It is... just... ...
I have chills.
Wow. |
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| Dearest Yahoo Messenger |
[Sep. 15th, 2005|02:40 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | of anythiiiiiing | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Audioslave - Doesn't Remind Me | ] |
Yahoo Messenger,
I appreciate greatly your feature that notifies me excitably and loudly when I receive e-mail on my Yahoo account. My Yahoo e-mail is, in fact, my primary mailing address, and it is where I expect my most sensitive letters to go.
As it is, I am anticipating mail from a variety of sources -- Universities to which I am contemplating transferring, who are sending me vital information about transfer credit and financial aid; friends overseas who are unable to maintain regular internet hours but to whose correspondences I greatly look forward; and my own university, with whom I am having some difficulties involving financial aid, course prerequisites, and bypass testing, meaning I am receiving and sending correspondence with several departments.
Therefore, my heart lifts when your loud noise blares that I have mail! I hurriedly check my Yahoo account, mind racing with the possibilities....
And it is a letter from OKCupid, advertising their new tests about which I do not care as I have little interest in a dating site and mainly joined to fill out the personality test. Or perhaps an automated e-mail from my Go club, informing me of a meeting coming up in some arbitrary length of time that doesn't really necessitate an e-mail but I can't kill it without shutting off all the announcements. Or even, if I'm really lucky, a piece of spam that has somehow wriggled through Yahoo's superlative spam filter (Not sarcasm -- it catches over 99.9% of my junk mail, which usually sums 60 to 100 pieces a day) and is offering me a chance at some natural enhancement.
No, Yahoo Messenger, it isn't your fault, and I'm not blaming you. You do a good job. I just get my hopes up too high. Optimists have to get let down every once in a while. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 3rd, 2005|02:34 pm] |
I don't really know where that song came from. Honestly.
But I promise I'm looking for the rest of it. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 31st, 2005|10:41 pm] |
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Man, I'm bad at mini golf but I had a good day. :) |
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| MY CROSS |
[Jul. 13th, 2005|05:12 pm] |
Three days ago, I had a dream where the bottom arm broke off of my Celtic cross necklace. It was sad but I thought little of it.
Yesterday, I noticed the bottom arm was really wiggly.
This morning, I woke up and it was broken.
I am sad. |
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| Cheer up, sleepy meme |
[Jul. 10th, 2005|06:25 pm] |
Borrowed this meme from Alison's livejournal. I quite like it.
1. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
2. I will then tell what song reminds me of you.
3. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, I'll tell you what it would be.
4. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
5. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
6. I will tell you what color you remind me of.
7. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. Put this in your journal.
Also -- Last night I had a dream where I got a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, followed by a dream wherein I had just had a dream that I had got a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and therefore must do it in real life and as soon as possible. When I woke up, I was extremely confused, because it usually takes me a while to realize that dream interpretations that occur in dreams are not based on feelings I actually had waking up. I also thought it was odd that my Kempo instructor was teaching Tae Kwon Do, but that's a confusion for another day. |
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| An uncle! Again :) |
[Jun. 23rd, 2005|07:56 pm] |
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Welcome to this world, Ethan Ryan Cook. I hope you and I get along as well as your brother Zack and I do. :) |
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| Let me completely randomly tell you about my day. |
[Jun. 22nd, 2005|09:56 pm] |
Not as if I expect anyone to care. I just felt like I needed to post.
Anyway; I woke up after hitting "snooze" for an hour, at about 12:45. Having an optometrist appointment at 15:00, I had some time to kill, so I talked on the phone. I went to get my eyes checked and, wonders -- they're 2 "steps" (presumably .5 of a diopter) worse. New prescription -- I can actually see, miracle of miracles! New glasses should arrive in about a week.
So, then I was sitting around the room feeling awful and suddenly I realized that I was experiencing depression syndromes and had been for a couple days. That's great -- as soon as I figure out (1) that I'm feeling bad and (2) why I'm feeling bad, I can do something about it. I started demanding people to give me suggestions of what to do to get out of the house and feel okay since everyone I could hang out with was at work. I was told by Toby to take a walk; great idea! So I went for an hour-long walk in the park and felt better.
Then I got back and Toby linked me to a website about how to Salsa dance. That completely finished cheering me up, as it was amazingly fun, although I feel like I'm going to be very sore tomorrow. Mad thanks, Toby. :)
I just showered and played some mandolin. Time to play Go, I think. :) |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 25th, 2005|08:47 pm] |
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| | bouncy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Da Vinci's Notebook - Title Of The Song | ] |
I just realized that if I keep running according to my training schedule, my first three mile run will be on June 6. That's right. D-Day.
MWAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAA |
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| ya know what |
[May. 18th, 2005|06:20 pm] |
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nevermind. i'm actually pretty happy :) |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 28th, 2005|03:37 pm] |
Your English Skills:
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Grammar: 100% |
Punctuation: 100% |
Spelling: 100% |
Vocabulary: 80% |
Passing memes around is a lot easier than using livejournal to talk about my feelings |
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