So I've been a bit of a ghost lately, of course. I've checked in here though from time to time checking on the climate and the recent near crashing of the site. Anyway I figure I'd write a bit. It was my father's birth-day recently, I had no idea until the "last minute" and went to my library and gave him an old book on the Iberian Peninsula.
I wanted to write about what I dreamt last night. I kept waking up to sounds of someone walking around who doesn't live here, at least not anymore perhaps. I thought at one point my hand was being gently squeezed around 03:00, I moved my hand a bit and it ceased. I heard foot steps, not much else.
TOTALLY RANDOM CRAP EDITION
If you watch all six you win an internet point. They're non-redeemable and mean nothing but hey, you got an internet point!
No friends to go with and I'm stuck at home. Boring Summer is boring and hot as hell, got up to 102°F yesterday. So much for pride month. I guess I'll just make like a skunk, and stumble around my house in the cool dark.
Upon reflection I believe going off to college was the right thing to do. In fact I don't even know why I doubted myself those very few but lingering times. About last night I had the most beautiful vision of what my life would be like in 10 years. Holy crap I had a beard though... Maybe I'm going to start drifting into the beard cult. lol
Today started out quite nice even though I felt like I was hit by a truck again. Damn mattress. I had updated my old notebook the day before with some needed updates to the operating system and security work to the browser and firewall. I love working on that old thing. Always something new to improve on it. :-)
This will just be a recount journal of things that happened in which I thought were pretty neat. I remember once I was riding the # and there was this guy in the back where I was and I had just realized this dude was like sleeping one off or something, that bump really woke his ass up. lol There's a rule somewhere, never sleep on public transit. Anywhere.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck I wish I'd just be seen by my Mother so I wouldn't have to hide this anymore. I don't want to be discovered but it beats the sneaking around.
You know that feeling when you finally get something out that you couldn't express any other way? In which it was almost an explosion of creativity and emotion. I finally got that out last night. It felt so good to switch on that old 4-track recorder and jot down that musical sketch. It felt so good to feel the fire of creativity kindled once more.
So today was my finals day. And I passed them all which I'm very happy about. After yesterday my nice leather boots were a bit dirty so last night I decided to clean them and wore them today with my skinny farmboy jeans (not the actual name but I call them as such) and yes including other normal clothing involved.
So it seems I missed a lot here. So yeah, this morning I got up and felt like shit then I whipped up a bit of food to break the night fast. I watched some Al Jazeera world news then headed out. Two bus rides later, bam college. I went into the book store to try and sell a textbook I'd had just lying around. Did I mention it was raining this morning?
Ek voel gelukkig, wat 'n pragtig dag it is vandag. Dit is werklik groot om lewe in dié plek. Lof Elohim vir hierdie lewe ek sê. Ek wens Vrede vir julle almal. :-)
So apparently all classes were cancelled today. And I've yet to find a date to go to the carnival. I suppose the date would give me an excuse to get on the Ferris wheel, it would just be weird to go alone. Maybe I'll go with the city guy. He seems to know what's up. Too bad he wouldn't be a date or anything, just a friend.
So short story here. I ended up doing all the work for a project and my classmates did virtually nothing. We finally presented the project, I'm sure I passed. Forget those guys if they didn't pass, it's not my fault they had work or they just didn't feel like coming to class because they were hung over or out of their minds. I'm done with you guys, fuck it.