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I shouldn't be up this late. but a series of unrelated events all conspired and now here I am at dawn, awake and dreading being awake in 4 hours. I had a long thought about good and evil tonight and how the matter of intent factors into it all. Is it still a good deed if you don't do it freely? Did you do the right thing because you were forced to? Did you really need to ninja that Wall of the Dead from the warrior he needed it more then you? If you did, why did you then break down and equip it when I leaned on you in Ogrimmar? Is evil merely in the intention or can even an unintentional act have a sense of palpatable evil?
I sliced my thumb on my pants of death. It hurts and stings. Stupid pants. A dinner of brie and bread again, oh the jaunty life of a midnight warrior. I belong to the night. I really do wonder how I am going to make it in this crazy fast paced diaurnal world. Probably with some sort of hair brained scheme, hairiest of the hair brained! I'm just rambling now. I think the tiredness is catching up with me.
I wanna get through this week and it hasn't even begun. That's not a good sign. I guess I'm just really looking forward to this weekend. Operation: Jack Stack is go for saturday, and there has been rumblings in the wings about a supposed veiwing of the Corpse Bride this Friday. Oh Tim Burton, you are so gay sex for Johnny Depp, it's down right adorable.
My brother sent me a letter on friday, it was really sweet. I hope he has a better time in school then he did last year.. or for that matter, the last five years.
There is a certain amount of certainty that comes without having choices. Perhaps even a contentment in knowing you have no say in it. This line of thinking sprung up when I was going through friends's journals. Everyone thought about transfering. No one seemed happy nhere, some still aren't. I never did think about transfering. I never figured I could. And in an odd sense, that gave me a lot of contentment. Is it really a crime to settle? I don't know where I'm going with this, it is very very early. I think I was going to talk about potential, the morality of inaction, and whether or not I can really claim anything without experience. I love experiential knowledge, but it makes me feel like such a moron, since in the scope of things, I have experienced very little. I've been in this world 21 and half years, and I don't think I've even scratched the surface of what there is out there for me to know and experience. I've never been to Nebraska nor do I really know how circuitry works. But then again, is experience really the end all be all of knowledge? No, it can't be, but what is then? I mean... well, I don't know exactly what I mean, this is all a bit too stream of consciousness. And really, the important thing to ponder is could a viable sitcom be made about the adventures of sanitation workers? I mean 6 ft under made undertakers hip and cool, and about every aspect of the legal and medical field has it's own drama. I liked Law and Order: District File Clerk myself, very gripping, I was on the edge of myself when O'Learry seemed to have misfilled those 10-82s/ See, that was a humourous joke. Laugh damn you, laugh!
I like World of Warcraft. I hit 60 two days ago, and it turns out the game has only just began. I've began to experience whole new dimensions of frustration and impotence, not to mention the glorius interaction with the most deviant of social rejects. I really do love it. Soon I'll have my Flawless Arcanite Rifle. Look at that bad boy, 31.2 damage per second. DPS, we deliever.
Well, I need to sleep now. Bye Bye.
If I were a Shakespeare character I'd like to think I was Mercutio.
I sliced my thumb on my pants of death. It hurts and stings. Stupid pants. A dinner of brie and bread again, oh the jaunty life of a midnight warrior. I belong to the night. I really do wonder how I am going to make it in this crazy fast paced diaurnal world. Probably with some sort of hair brained scheme, hairiest of the hair brained! I'm just rambling now. I think the tiredness is catching up with me.
I wanna get through this week and it hasn't even begun. That's not a good sign. I guess I'm just really looking forward to this weekend. Operation: Jack Stack is go for saturday, and there has been rumblings in the wings about a supposed veiwing of the Corpse Bride this Friday. Oh Tim Burton, you are so gay sex for Johnny Depp, it's down right adorable.
My brother sent me a letter on friday, it was really sweet. I hope he has a better time in school then he did last year.. or for that matter, the last five years.
There is a certain amount of certainty that comes without having choices. Perhaps even a contentment in knowing you have no say in it. This line of thinking sprung up when I was going through friends's journals. Everyone thought about transfering. No one seemed happy nhere, some still aren't. I never did think about transfering. I never figured I could. And in an odd sense, that gave me a lot of contentment. Is it really a crime to settle? I don't know where I'm going with this, it is very very early. I think I was going to talk about potential, the morality of inaction, and whether or not I can really claim anything without experience. I love experiential knowledge, but it makes me feel like such a moron, since in the scope of things, I have experienced very little. I've been in this world 21 and half years, and I don't think I've even scratched the surface of what there is out there for me to know and experience. I've never been to Nebraska nor do I really know how circuitry works. But then again, is experience really the end all be all of knowledge? No, it can't be, but what is then? I mean... well, I don't know exactly what I mean, this is all a bit too stream of consciousness. And really, the important thing to ponder is could a viable sitcom be made about the adventures of sanitation workers? I mean 6 ft under made undertakers hip and cool, and about every aspect of the legal and medical field has it's own drama. I liked Law and Order: District File Clerk myself, very gripping, I was on the edge of myself when O'Learry seemed to have misfilled those 10-82s/ See, that was a humourous joke. Laugh damn you, laugh!
I like World of Warcraft. I hit 60 two days ago, and it turns out the game has only just began. I've began to experience whole new dimensions of frustration and impotence, not to mention the glorius interaction with the most deviant of social rejects. I really do love it. Soon I'll have my Flawless Arcanite Rifle. Look at that bad boy, 31.2 damage per second. DPS, we deliever.
Well, I need to sleep now. Bye Bye.
If I were a Shakespeare character I'd like to think I was Mercutio.