Warning: Spoilers Ahead
I'm still alive. Haven't been on much of late... things have been rocky for me personally. My subscription runs out in three days, incidentally. Anyway, I plan to come back with some artwork once I have a chance.
Love is all you need.
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Survive
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Prom - A Review
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Warning: Spoilers Ahead
This may be a little dry, so feel free to imagine scenes spoken in anapestic octameter, or perhaps envision the couples of the night as they flounced away, condoms cluched tightly in aristocratically sweaty hands.
Prior to the function, Kirby and I met at her house for an amateur photo shoot. We then proceeded to the exceedingly expensive and dangerously attended Benihana's adjacent to the Vallco mall complex. I had extracted an indirect invitation the day before, so we gambled on chance and some insider attendance information. The insider was quite wrong, but we survived. Matthew organized the meal, including myself, Kirby, Katie K, Eric (In Drag), Anna (In Tuxedo), Miles Fenton, Chris, Hannah, Patrick, Hilary, Mark, Andrea, Anna Gilgur, Christine and Stacy. I must have forgotten someone, so I will edit (her) in later, and I apologize? The first table included an awkward grouping of myself, Kirby, Miles, Chris, Hannah, Matthew and Katie- in that order from a clockwise turn. The meal was filled with tension, quite thrilling, with a good ending.
From there we drove to the event of the evening, Kirby and myself taking Miles in our car. We were the first guests there, and after some difficulty with location, Kirby and I took the first couples picture of the night. It was rather surreal, considering that nobody really expected either of us to be there. It started gloriously, and then collapsed as Wild 94.9's DJ started playing music. Hereafter you shall hear much about the outdoor balconies.
I greeted and socialized with one hundred and twenty nine people at last count who I both liked and sought out at the ball itself. Their ages ranged from a minor fifteen, I believe, to about twenty. I estimate the attendance of the function at around two hundred and twenty or so souls. In light of this, I must conclude that I just care far too much about people, which is necessary, because some people care naught for the other denizens of this spinning dust ball.
A number of women I know were being stunningly neglected. I believe that is bad form, and attempted to either provoke their erstwhile dates into activity or entertain them briefly myself. It is the right thing to do. Anyway, Diana and her date apparated early on, and we had some fun non-dancing. Mainly the group from dinner, to be called the Drama Group or DG from now on, spent time on the left balcony. We spent much time there as well.
Hannah was, to say the least, highly disconcerting. There was a mighty clash of conversation which I dutifully absented myself from that concluded with an essential feeling that I've been doing many things wrong for a fairly long time, which is fallacious, I know, but that is the result of an engorged burden of concience.
I have ten days left to correct reality, and I don't think I shall be allowed to do it. It's mainly her loss, many will say, but I will always be haunted- and I will always feel.
Anyway, back to the bright light of a night without blight! Or was that right, and thus only wrong? We shall not muse upon such.
Kirby and I had a good, dare I say, splendid time on the whole. Well, at least I did. Most of the time. Details, details! But no, we danced briefly, though I had my foot in my mouth as ceremony decrees- that rather inhibits the minor steps required for dance. When it was all said and done, I have a rather large collection of positive memories to spin around in my centrifuge of thought, with few regrets.
We tried to hang out afterwards, but have decided as a result of inflexible and external decisions to get together today and enjoy life further now rather than do so around one this morning.
In sober conclusion-
Kirby, I love you.
Love is all you need.
This may be a little dry, so feel free to imagine scenes spoken in anapestic octameter, or perhaps envision the couples of the night as they flounced away, condoms cluched tightly in aristocratically sweaty hands.
Prior to the function, Kirby and I met at her house for an amateur photo shoot. We then proceeded to the exceedingly expensive and dangerously attended Benihana's adjacent to the Vallco mall complex. I had extracted an indirect invitation the day before, so we gambled on chance and some insider attendance information. The insider was quite wrong, but we survived. Matthew organized the meal, including myself, Kirby, Katie K, Eric (In Drag), Anna (In Tuxedo), Miles Fenton, Chris, Hannah, Patrick, Hilary, Mark, Andrea, Anna Gilgur, Christine and Stacy. I must have forgotten someone, so I will edit (her) in later, and I apologize? The first table included an awkward grouping of myself, Kirby, Miles, Chris, Hannah, Matthew and Katie- in that order from a clockwise turn. The meal was filled with tension, quite thrilling, with a good ending.
From there we drove to the event of the evening, Kirby and myself taking Miles in our car. We were the first guests there, and after some difficulty with location, Kirby and I took the first couples picture of the night. It was rather surreal, considering that nobody really expected either of us to be there. It started gloriously, and then collapsed as Wild 94.9's DJ started playing music. Hereafter you shall hear much about the outdoor balconies.
I greeted and socialized with one hundred and twenty nine people at last count who I both liked and sought out at the ball itself. Their ages ranged from a minor fifteen, I believe, to about twenty. I estimate the attendance of the function at around two hundred and twenty or so souls. In light of this, I must conclude that I just care far too much about people, which is necessary, because some people care naught for the other denizens of this spinning dust ball.
A number of women I know were being stunningly neglected. I believe that is bad form, and attempted to either provoke their erstwhile dates into activity or entertain them briefly myself. It is the right thing to do. Anyway, Diana and her date apparated early on, and we had some fun non-dancing. Mainly the group from dinner, to be called the Drama Group or DG from now on, spent time on the left balcony. We spent much time there as well.
Hannah was, to say the least, highly disconcerting. There was a mighty clash of conversation which I dutifully absented myself from that concluded with an essential feeling that I've been doing many things wrong for a fairly long time, which is fallacious, I know, but that is the result of an engorged burden of concience.
I have ten days left to correct reality, and I don't think I shall be allowed to do it. It's mainly her loss, many will say, but I will always be haunted- and I will always feel.
Anyway, back to the bright light of a night without blight! Or was that right, and thus only wrong? We shall not muse upon such.
Kirby and I had a good, dare I say, splendid time on the whole. Well, at least I did. Most of the time. Details, details! But no, we danced briefly, though I had my foot in my mouth as ceremony decrees- that rather inhibits the minor steps required for dance. When it was all said and done, I have a rather large collection of positive memories to spin around in my centrifuge of thought, with few regrets.
We tried to hang out afterwards, but have decided as a result of inflexible and external decisions to get together today and enjoy life further now rather than do so around one this morning.
In sober conclusion-
Kirby, I love you.
Love is all you need.
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Time To Take One On The Chin
2 min read
Public Work-Horse.
I'm back to do what needs to be done, and I'm not going to let anything stop me from doing that which is right.
College: I'm planning to attend UC Berkeley. I'm considering a double-major but applied to the college for a Computer Science major.
Visual Art: Nothing has come to me for a long time, but I am doing comprehensive work for a computer game, so that may be sapping my creativity. I don't quite have a muse, regardless of the passage of time. Nevertheless, I plan to keep trying to create.
Writing: I'm involved in more writing projects than anybody else I know at the moment, and there may or may not be a number coming here... including two scripts that I've been tossing about.
- - -
I'm thankful that when all is said and done, I can still love and I can still stand for what is necessary...
Love is all you need.
I'm back to do what needs to be done, and I'm not going to let anything stop me from doing that which is right.
College: I'm planning to attend UC Berkeley. I'm considering a double-major but applied to the college for a Computer Science major.
Visual Art: Nothing has come to me for a long time, but I am doing comprehensive work for a computer game, so that may be sapping my creativity. I don't quite have a muse, regardless of the passage of time. Nevertheless, I plan to keep trying to create.
Writing: I'm involved in more writing projects than anybody else I know at the moment, and there may or may not be a number coming here... including two scripts that I've been tossing about.
- - -
I'm thankful that when all is said and done, I can still love and I can still stand for what is necessary...
Love is all you need.
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State Tournament
1 min read
Record-Keeping.
I'm off to the Destination Imagination State Tournament, be back soon!
Love is all you need.
I'm off to the Destination Imagination State Tournament, be back soon!
Love is all you need.
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Muse
2 min read
Record-Keeping.
So, one year after she abandoned me and our friendship, I set her in my past. That was in the last days of December. At some level, I think I'll always love her... but it certainly won't be anywhere near the top of my core.
She was my best friend, the woman I loved, and in greater contextual consequence, my muse.
I'm sitting here with my legs cold, and my hair wet. I'm sitting here, typing with tired fingers and a lonely mind.
There are people who love me, and there are people who I love. However, I have no muse. I have no motive inspirational, no focus. I'm not one to fixate on any one thing, or to utilize it as a gateway. I have and will only ever have faith in individuals- so an individual must be my muse.
Until further notice, any work I produce may be completely bizzare. I apologize in advance.
Love is all you need.
So, one year after she abandoned me and our friendship, I set her in my past. That was in the last days of December. At some level, I think I'll always love her... but it certainly won't be anywhere near the top of my core.
She was my best friend, the woman I loved, and in greater contextual consequence, my muse.
I'm sitting here with my legs cold, and my hair wet. I'm sitting here, typing with tired fingers and a lonely mind.
There are people who love me, and there are people who I love. However, I have no muse. I have no motive inspirational, no focus. I'm not one to fixate on any one thing, or to utilize it as a gateway. I have and will only ever have faith in individuals- so an individual must be my muse.
Until further notice, any work I produce may be completely bizzare. I apologize in advance.
Love is all you need.
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