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| My bags are packed. We leave tomorrow, 6 A.M. CST. 14-15 hours to Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Can't wait.
Need to do my summer reading on the way.
To those whom I won't see for a while: Good night, and good luck.
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| I think I've decided to limit all xanga entries from this day forth to a specific topic and all words discussing said topic will not exceed 200 words. Comenzamanos.
(This sentences and the two preceeding it do not count toward's today's quota.)
Whether listening to the commonly known “Bohemian Rhapsody”
or singing to the more obscure “Hammer to Fall,” I absolutely adore the band
Queen, and, more specifically, Freddie Mercury.
His extraordinary falsetto and profound lyrics are clearly a God-given
gift to the human race. Surely such
talent can only be rare, at least, and should be treasured! Yet, some believe it to be perfectly
acceptable to imitate, however poorly, this angelic man. Now, for some songs this is perfectly
acceptable, notably those which do not require great range and power of the
voice. However, some, and by some I mean
“Bohemian Rhapsody,” should never be sung by another mortal for the rest of
time. To sing this song poorly or
improperly if, quite obviously, a grave crime and should be punishable by death
in the form of castration (for men, I shall think of some other suitable
punishment for women later). I believe
that to refrain from singing this song as a means of entertainment for others
is a proper tribute to the memory of Freddie Mercury, God rest his soul.
(1946-1991)
-SFS
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| I got into TASP. The End.
Score.
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| Well, an arduous week behind, a difficult month ahead.
I can't deny this sense of unfulfilled purpose, but there seems to be no purpose to fulfill. Part-machine, I consume what I need for sustinance, maintenance myself, and perform the monotonous tasks set before in the form of a burial mound of homework.
Well, so much for some of my personal goals. Inquiring as to which goals will only recieve "warning shots." By "warning shots" I mean that I will use a subsonic round so that you can hear it.
Some relationships dwindle. Others have strokes and die. Still others grow strong like a high school athlete and others grow to the excellence of the Olympians.
Now, here is an excerpt from Rent
ROGER
But who Mark are you?
"Mark has got his work" they say
"Mark lives for his work" and
"Mark's in love with his work"
Mark hides in his work
MARK
>From what?
ROGER
>From facing your failure,
Facing your loneliness, facing the fact you live a lie
Now replace all "Mark"'s with "Stuart"'s
ROGER
But who Stuart are you?
"Stuart's got his work" they say
"Stuart lives for his work" and
"Stuart's in love with his work"
Stuarthides in his work
STUART
>From what?
ROGER
>From facing your failure,
Facing your loneliness, facing the fact you live a lie
Yes, there is a summation of how I feel at the present time. There is only one solution for this malady: I must go catch the white whale.
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| So I haven't updated in a while. Oh, you'd like for me to update more often?
No.
Well, I finally went off on Erin this week. (Not you, Erin Hunter. This is a different Erin.) It felt so relieving, almost too good. At the same time, I feel a sense of undeniable guilt due to my ingrained loyalty to my friends. Even my ex-friends. Yes. Intriguingly strange.
Well, my TASP interview went well. Very upbeat. Quite relaxed. It felt like catching up with an old friend over coffee and philosophy. I estimate my chances of getting in at p=.6832. Not bad.
Are the Hungarians really all that hungry? Judging by their geographic location (Eastern Europe), I would say they're just dirty and ethnically divided.
It turns out I'm antisocial. Don't talk to me, look at me, or do anything that would require my response. I am a rock, a fortress of insurmountable silence. A defender of those too shy to defend themselves or even ask to go to the bathroom. Yes, I am the almighty Silencio.
It turns out that foreskin doesn't stretch as much as Kayliegh once believed. If you don't know what this is about, just don't even bother asking. (This means that you will invaraibly ask about it).
So, how much of their lives will this generation spend reading blogs? Do blogs decrease the quality of written English? Can people think without using words? Will Chris Rookie ever be socially adept? Who invented masturbation?
I will give a dollar to whoever can answer all of these questions first and in manner satisfactory to my tastes.
Heh.
Post Script:
Oblivion came out Tuesday. The first person to beat it and give an ample review will also recieve one dollar.
-SFS
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