| Taking the plunge |
[28 Feb 2003|12:23am] |
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Argh, I'm finally doing it. Haven't taken a single sleeping pill tonight. Wide awake. We'll see how this goes.
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[27 Feb 2003|01:12pm] |
Lord give me wings, let me fly
away from fear, away from pain
let me drift into a world
where I can become free again.
Lord give me wings, let me fly
through the blue ephereal haze
let me soar above the toilsome
endless weary march of days.
Lord give me wings, let me fly
let me forget this veil of tears
guide me to a land unmarred
by the agonizing years.
Lord give me wings, let me fly
take me into your embrace
cleanse me from these mortal stains
and bring me to eternal grace.
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| Sad news |
[27 Feb 2003|08:34am] |
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Mr. Rogers died today :-(
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| zzzzzz Part II |
[26 Feb 2003|10:10pm] |
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Tim McGraw, "Please Remember Me" |
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Sigh. 'Tis been a long day.
I skipped play rehearsal to go to the Ireland class...turns out I would have been much better off at the rehearsal. Although it probably wouldn't have made a difference, since I would have gotten my timeline back anyway.
And at any rate it gave me a chance to make an appearance at the international coffeehouse, and getting to see Gloria. I was very happy to see her, although I don't think I did a great job expressing it.
I told Mrs. K that I was going to try to go without sleeping pills tonight, but I've since changed my mind. I don't think tonight would be a great night to start. If I'm going to be up all night, I want to be in a better mood to begin with.
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| (insert profanity of choice) |
[24 Feb 2003|05:19pm] |
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Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
I walked on the road coming back to campus since I figured it would be marginally better than the usually unsalted sidewalks. I still took a quite painful fall. I showed up at Mrs. Kilpatrick's office with a pathetic look on my face and she gave me three Advil. I hope I don't wake up in spasms tomorrow morning like I did the time I fell down the stairs coming out of the cafeteria. I want to avoid the nurse if I can help it.
On the bright side, as I posted in my other journal, I got an A- on my seminar research paper from last semester! When I look back at last semester all I can seem to see are all the places I failed, everything that was wasted...it's good to see some redeeming value in it.
Grr...why do I go into all these random bouts of depression? I know I should probably be on medicine, but it wouldn't be worth the hell I would go through getting it. Maybe one day when I'm on my own...
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[23 Feb 2003|09:41pm] |
gaze backward
upon tattered shreds
frayed dreams tremble
in the bitter wind
I wrote this poem quite awhile ago and posted it in my other journal...yet it seems to summarize much of my life.
I don't feel all that depressed...actually I don't feel much of anything right now. But it just seems as though so much has been wasted...so much that can never be regained. So much that can never be redeemed.
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| poetry.com |
[22 Feb 2003|10:08am] |
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Hehe...I posted awhile ago about the poetry.com scams. Apparently their "international conventions" are just as much of scams as their poetry collections.
"Please note however, that there remains just a short time for you to inform us that you will allow us to present one of your poems at the convention in your place, and that you have elected to receive all of the awards and benefits of ISP membership that we have scheduled for you. Your awards include your custom engraved Outstanding Achievement in Poetry Silver Award Cup (see it here), your bronze Commemorative Award Medallion, ISP decal and patch, and your Full One Year Membership into the International Society of Poets for 2003-2004."
"Additionally, we must also ask you for the necessary funds ($169.00 plus p+h) to cover the costs of the time and effort required to present your poem before the convention attendees both aloud and in writing, as well as the costs incurred in insuring and Federal Express shipping to you these extremely bulky and heavy awards."
Right. Sure. Whatever.
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