I get to go see Nine Inch Nails!

We were listening to the goth show on WNRN and competed for the ninth caller spot.  Haley got it, and she's taking me!  HOLY SHIT!

Between us, we got call-ins numbers 1,3,4,5,6,7,8, and, of course, 9.  Meaning only number 2 wasn't ours

Wednesday.  NIN.  I'm there.

I read a poem recently on sweetprince 's journal...  And it hit incredibly hard.

( Self-reflection... a little less emo than usual (I hope). )

I do not want my hands to smell of lilac
Nor do I desire your lotion soft
My hands need not slip over each other
Under water; instead,
What I want is rough, hard soap
To scrape this slough from my fingers.
Instead, you give me this:
Lilac slime, gooey fingers
How I despise thee,
Industrial grade hand soap

Mostly, right now I'm excited about my new icon.  I made it off of one of Yayoi Neko's artworks, one my my favourites.  In general, I love Yaoi Neko's work.  She is masterful in terms of anatomy and elegance, and versed in Perfect Touch of Humour (tm).  She's taught me how to appreciate male-like men (as opposed to pretty boys only), and where to ( Read more... )

Not moping needlessly.

But I'm tired.

Spear down, helmet off.

For now, I don't care about saving the world.

Bwahahahahah!!!!

Being at college again, I'm surrounded by the brave fellows who want to change the world, are interested and involved in politics, andhave researched ways to beat down opposition in debate.

However, this is about my level of political awareness right now.  But it's a good level.

All right, back to homework.  No, really.

Looks like I actually am a dumbass.

( Frustrated math rant )

In twenty minutes, I leave for my first day of classes!  Woo-hooo ( Read more... )

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