Settle in folks. I've got a lot to say.

Let me start with a brief overview of the Agnostica party.
(If you don't know what Agnostica is, look HERE)

After much delay and problems, Tommu (You're unmocking spoof) offered to host.
(This was a problem because Dr. Shin, whose idea it was, ended up not being able to host due for reasons which I am not at liberty to discuss)
Aaaaanyway, I managed to get a Tamagotchi out of the Schrodinger box (you did look at the website, right?)
So now I'm stuck taking care of the little pixel fella....all he does is eat and poop. T_T
It's actually quite funny.
I had lots of fun, although, in my antisocial way, I played Halo 2 while everyone else was playign Star Wars Trivial Pursuit.....I know I shouldna...but, ah well.
And I got a chocolate santa out of the random bag of fun.
And after all, since tuesday was the solstice, the days all get longer from here on out! ^-^

And now, on to wednesday.
Wednesday, I had to go to court.
Last thrusday, on the way to an orchestra concert at my old HS, I turned left in front of someone and got into a wreck.
Fortunately no one was hurt, although my airbag did go off.

I ended up having to pay a $30 fine plus $60 in court fees.
$90.
Yay.
And now on to happier things.

It snowed ALL day wednesday.
Thursday morning, we had a level 3 snow emergency.
IE: Emergency vehicles were the only ones allowed on the roads.
The main roads were cleared by noon, though.
I started shoveling at about 3:00.
At 5:00, it was to dark to shovel, and I was only 2/3 doen with the driveway.
That snow was deep!
Ah well, I made mucho dinero in the process.

So, today, I dug my car out (took an hour) and me and my dad went to the mall where I did some last minute shopping and he did whatever it is he does when I'm not around.
My mom, brother, and sister all went skiing.
Thsi evening, we went to the Christmas Eve church service.
However, it was canceled at our church, due to the parking lot not being cleared of snow.
So, we went to the service at the Methodist church where we used to go for X-mas eve when I was younger. (I was thrilled. It made this Christmas more special)

I also got some new snow boots at the mall.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention something.
Our network router is out.
It went down abotu 1:30 on thursday.
I worked on it some today, but couldn't get it fixed. (yet)
This means that I cannot access the internet on my laptop.
I did, however, manage to bypass the router so that the family computer does have a connection.

Cuz I wanted to rant about my life.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that last wednesday I had dinner and hung out with an old friend of mine. (female, possible romantic inerest, we're sorta eachother's backups =D )
It was a blast. I'd missed her.

So anyway, that's all.
TTFN,
Jens, AKA Yensil, AKA MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE! (It'll be Christmas here in eastern time in 5 minutes!

Hero of Time, yup, that's me.

Duh.


So, I'm eagerly awaiting Christmas, as are we all, I'm sure.
Yippy skippy doodle and all that stuff. XP

Nobody likes me. AIM really hates me. I'm gonna play some Metroid!

Ummm...I think the title about sums it up.

So, Dr. Shin, what's halfway between fire and air?

Brave, strong willed, loyal and passionate
You are a sprite of Fire. Full of passion, bravery
and spice you are the living embodiment of
fire. You are quite arrogant and think yourself
above most but that is made up for by; your
passionate ability to pursue your dreams, your
strong will and your powerful well skilled
ability for fighting. You are a natural leader,
people are somewhat drawn to you and see you as
someone to look up to but you only pay
attention to them if they are useful, your
equal or your superior. You are a very exciting
person to be near for you have a vast love of
adventure and battle. Fire is a symbol of
Passion if and when you choose to love you are
capable of beautiful, long lasting, devoted
love. You are quite wondrous!


.::=What type of Mythical Sprite are you?=::. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-
brought to you by Quizilla


Although, I'm obviously not female...but who said all sprites were?

And then, we went caroling in Chernobyl.

"Let it glow, let it glow, let it glow."

So, I bought Metroid Prime 2.
Between that and other video games, I've been a bit distracted from my online activities, such as blogging.
I played in my church's Christmas musical this weekend, which was fun.
Yeah, I don't really have anything interesting to say.

Later,
Jens

I'll be home for Christmas (If only in my dreams)

Yes, it's that time of year.
After being stressed out and overloaded by exams and final papers/projects, it's finally time to go home.
I'll be seein all my buddies soon.
I'm booked for saturday and sunday, got work and my church musical.
But after that, we can party.
I suggest you also read the post before this if you haven't yet.
It's pretty short and, in my opinion, kinda important.

Here's to a safe trip,
Homeward bound Yensil.

Brand SPANKIN New!

There's a new kid in town!
And he looks like this:

Okay, so technically it's an old picture.
Circa fall my senior year of high school. (November 2003)
But, I haven't changed much.
Well, not since I started shaving again, anyway.

I go home this friday, hopefully I'll be able to update more often then.
We'll see,
Jens

THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!

Take a good long look.
Because that man is no more!
That's right, I shaved.

In other news: GO MEXICANS!

In other, other news: I really want a hamburger right now, but dinner's not for another half hour. :(

In other, other, other news: My comment whoring tactics are paying off! Finally I get the attention I think I (although I probably don't) deserve!

In other, other, other, other news:

That is all,
Jens.

So....where do I go from here?

Yeah, so here I am, pulling an allnighter to work on essays.
Fun....
Hence my need for a short blogging break.
Plus the fact that I haven't updated in a while.
I have about four poems in the works.
But they don't seem to want to go anywhere just now.
Ah well.
Maybe I should write another short story.
If I get any ideas that is.
Right now, it's time to hit the caffeine.
>_<
Right.
College kills.
But not as badly as speed.
Don't drive fast, guys.
Speed kills.
Aaaaaaaanyway.
Back to work for the poor tired yensilmonkeykittywhatever.

Been wanderin around the LiveJournal community.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your own bulletin...along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.

"My wife and my sister will never recover from their horror."
From Mary Shelly's classic work of horror: Frankenstien.
It was the first thing I saw when I looked up at my bookshelf.
Go read my poem, and my shakespear spoof if you haven't seen them already.
Laters,
Y-monkey

Oops.

Right, so I went to get some sierra mist out of the vending machine, and I managed to push the button for Hawaiian Punch, which I hate. :

An experiment, we'll see how it goes.

I tried something new. This poem is without rhyme. Although I didn't pay any concious attention to rythm, I know it's in there, because that's how my brain works.
That doesn't mean it's without structure though.

Something About Being Alone
There's something about being alone in an elevator.
A small room, enclosed by four walls, a floor, and a ceiling.
When it's busy, the press of people can be stifling.
But when it's not, this small space seems almost roomy.
In an elevator you know when you are alone.
There are no people with you in the room.
You are isolated by walls joined together.

There's something about being alone in a stairwell.
A small rectangular area, but it goes up and down for a distance.
When it's busy you are forced to move in one direction or the other.
But when it's not, you can stand at any point and look up or down.
In a stairwell you know when you are alone.
There's no sound of feet above or below.
You are isolated by doors on each floor.

There's something about being alone in a field.
A large grassy expanse, that stretches till it hits something.
When it's busy, you can hear and see people at play.
But when it's not it is huge and empty and bare.
In a field you know when you are alone.
There's no one to see in any direction.
You are isolated by space stretching outward.

There's something about being alone in a forest.
A region of limits, each tree is a boundary.
When it's busy the birdsong and noises are pleasant.
But when it's not, the silence can seem rather frightening.
In a forest you know when you are alone.
There's no indication of creatures nearby.
You are isolated by senses that detect nothing.

There's something about being alone in a crowd.
A large enough space to hold many people.
When it's busy, you can hear dozens talking around you.
But when it's not, there's a hush that seems out of place.
In a crowd you know when you are alone.
There's no one with whom you will interact.
You are isolated by your lack of communication.

There's something about being alone.
An area that changes with your surroundings.
When it's busy, you are not alone and must interact.
But when it's not, you can do as you please.
When you are alone, you know that you are alone.
There's no one there but yourself.
You are isolated by your own isolation.

Let me know what you think,
Jens

Am I supposed to say something here?

You may have to highlight the table to read the results. Sorry bout that. I'm too lazy to fix it myself.
Hope everyone likes the new template.

Who will you be stuck with at end of time? by chi_a_baidh
Your name is
Your sex is	MaleFemaleUndecided
Your favorite color is	RedOrangeYellowGreenBluePurpleBlackWhiteOther
You are stuck there because	you can't die
For _____ years	1
With	Jennifer Aniston. Click for pic.
He/She will think you are	stupid
You will	repopulate the earth
Quiz created with MemeGen!

I get to repopulate the Earth with Jennifer Aniston! O_O

Anyway, I just thought I'd share that quiz with y'all and let ya know that I'll be finishing up an essay tonight.
With another in sight for tomorrow, and even more after that.

I'm gonna have a FUUUUUUN Thanksgiving Break. (I'll spend at least half of it typing)
Buh bye,
Jens

Salt Shakespeare.

To feed, or not to feed.
That is the question.
For whether tis nobler in the gut
To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous famine
Or to take forks against a sea of brussels
And by opposing, eat them?
To dine, to feed, no more
And by that feast to say we end
The gut-ache and the thousand natural pangs that flesh is heir to.
Tis a consumation devoutly to be wished.
To dine, to feed, to feed perhaps on greens!
Aye, there's the rub.
For in that feast of meat what greens may come.
When we have shuffled off these too tight belts.
Must give us pause.

*bows*
Thank you, thank you all,
Jens

Blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Writing. It has many facets, one of them is essays and research papers.
I've had a fair bit on my plate recently, and it doesn't look like the load will slack off soon.
I dunno when the next poem will come.
I may not even post all that regularly.
I'm finally getting my act together for real and settling in to college life.
...with four weeks left in the semester.
Actually it's not as bad as it might sound, this is just the end of the settling in process, or maybe not?
Whatever, i'm feeling confident about the past week.
And now I'm off to bed because it's 2 am and I want to be up by noon tomorrow.

Not so often anymore

Long time no post.
I guess I haven't had that much to say recently, since I haven't been updating frequently.
Here's some quizzes for ya.
You Are A Razorblade.


Sharp, clever, but lost in a world of misunderstandng, you are the razorblade. You like blood and pointy objects... actually, you're like me! yay for you! i always find this group has the bestest people, too!

Which Inanimate Object Are You? (With Pictures)

I keep tellin you Adam, it's NOT fire.
Air!

The element of air is ... nice. One thinks of clouds and suns and butterflies..
the reality of air is in the "not so nice" things. storms, lightning, tornados, and blizzards are all included.
Air means basically that you are bipolar. There are goods and bads.
Air is essential to life, but also a cause of the loss of life.
it's very interesting and breathtaking at times. you are a beauty to the world, but make sure you don't show your bad side ALL the time. :)

What element best decribes you?

You are the Red-Eyes Black Dragon! ATK/2400
DEF/2000


What Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monster Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

Yeah, 'sall fer now,
Jens

Curious George, The Curious Little Monkey

Last night was a rough one.
I had difficulty sleeping thanks to the election. It's very stressful when your home state holds the key to victory for either party.
I finally forced myself to go to bed at 4 am, but it was after 5 before I finally fell asleep.
And so my day started at seven, less than two hours later.
On my way back from the shower, at 7:20, I looked out the window at the end of the hall. A red tailed hawk was perched in a tree just outside eating what I think was a mouse, although it could have been a small bird.
When I left at 7:30, it was preening itself. (I think it was female, but I'm not sure, need to check my bird book)
As I walked down to thegas station for some Red Bull, I turned to get a better look at the hawk. That was when it swooped down in front of me and flew across the street and away.
It seemed portentious at the time, not sure what of though.
Later, as I sat down for breakfast, I saw a male and a female duck (species unknown to me, again, I need to check the bird book) feeding in the North Branch (of the Chicago River) just outside the window.
Nature at it's best, eh? (Pardon my Canadian. XP)
So...All eyes are on Ohio. Still counting absentee ballots. Hey! One of those is mine Y'know!
So, yesterday I spilled some assorted chemicals on my self in lab. How graceful of me. Including (but not limited to): 6M HCl (fairly concentrated), NaOH ( a base), and some stinky NH3 (ammonia). So, I got some baking soda thrown on me, then went back to my room to change and wash clothes.
I still managed to finish the the lab 30 minutes early, but I stayed to help a friend clean up. Afterwards I went to the library with her and some of her friends wo 'work' on an extra credit assignment for biology. This invovled more talking and less working. *rolls eyes* Girls. *shrug*
XD :P
So anyway, we all went to Subway afterwards which was fun.
It was especially nice because I actually talked to her (hencforth known as 'C') the whole time. As opposed to previous experiences with other people where they have talked and I have cowered silently over my food with nothing to say. She had to go home after that (Commuter student) but...Yeah, I had a great day.<(
(>^^)> <(^-^)> <(^^<)
It's gonna take a while for Ohio to count my ballot, but Curious George, you haven't won yet.
Jens

Update: Kerry has conceded. George Bush Gets another four years. T_T Y_Y :'(
At least we get to hear four more years of Bushisms. Great comedy there. :') (smiles through the tears)

Update: I couldn't Identify the ducks, but I'm pretty sure the Redtail hawk was indeed female. That's just judging from size though, so it's a tough call.

For further updates see comments.

VOTE!

I realize that it's a bit late to tell people to vote.
Still, I hope everyone who is of age did.
And I hope that Bush doesn't win. So far it doesn't look to good though.
For election results go here

Well, that's all I have to say. And I wanted to share that comic.
I'm ready for the whole election thing to be over with though.

Happy Halloween

I've been missing from the blog for a while.
It's funny how our interests shift and flow.
A friend from Jazz band invited me to go ice skating with him and some friends.
So that's what I did friday.
It turns out that I have some common interests with his room mate.
I borrowed some movies and comics from him.
Yeah, so, ice skating. I ended up falling several times. Hit my head once, and managed to hurt my shoulder.
In otherwords, I had fun.
Of course I only fell because I was pushing myself to do things I couldn't quite do.
Being used to roller skates.
Less friction on ice, it changes things.
Well, I just thought I should stop in and leave a post since it's been a while.
That's all for now.
Jens

Rejected In The Rain

The result of a late night walk in heavy rain:

To Rainy Days And Castaways

Some thoughts are merely locked away
Never to see the light of day
A castaway with a shining crown
Rules over those who cast him down

From sorrow to light
From darkness to joy
The desperate plight
Of an innocent boy

From mourning to morning
From dawn until dusk
Now openly scorning
What is naught but a husk

I went for a walk in the rain
And I never came back
Now I'm all wet to boot
I thought of a train
As it steamed down the track
While coal was heaped in it's chute.

And I couldn't sleep last night
But I couldn't feel more right
Not so much at one with the night
As at one with the storm
And it's here that I am warm

Who then shall I fear
Save for my god
Who sees endings as clear
As he sees where I've trod

I don't always make sense,
I fill a page with laments
O'er a life that wasn't mine
And yet...Will ne'er be so fine

The sky does glow red
With the blood of the dead?
Now it eerily lights
The most horrible sights

I went for a walk in the rain
But alas I never returned
For I could not feel through the pain
From the fire that in my soul burned

Is this the rambling of a disturbed mind
If you were to search it, then what would you find?
Perhaps now I may sleep
In a slumber so deep
That no nightmare can prey
Nor foul vision hold sway

And as my eyes begin to glaze
My mind will wander as it strays
To rainy days
And castaways


That's all,
Jens

CLEAN!

I cleaned my room...completely.
I'll just let that sink in for a few moments.
Okay, now I shall detail my labor, one that was on par with one of the twelve labors of Hercules.
Setp 1: Picking up all the trash on the floor. This consisted of papers, food wrappers, pop cans, and pop bottles. I separated out all the plastic bottles and took them downstairs to the recycling bin too. Ya can't be too good to mother nature.
I of course didn't have any clothes on the floor! (I had already picked them all up so I could do a load of laundry.)
Step 2: After I had thrown out all the trash I had to sort the things that were left and find places for them.
Step 3: Moving furniture. I rearranged my bed and desk (my now clear and useable desk I might add) into postitions that would be better suited to my needs
And now, all that is left for my to do is...
Step 4: Vacuuming. I think they have one downstairs I can borrow.
*scurries off*
(Did I mention I managed to cook ramen in my coffee pot? It's not perfect, but it's better than eatin it dry! ^-^ )


Vrooooom!
Jens

Who says you have to write alone?

I wrote another poem, took me a while to do it though. Some come easier than others I guess.
Fortunately I wasn't alone on this one. Mouse provided a lot of help with brainstorming and just talking through ideas. It's fun to talk to someone about a poem as I write it, and it tends to help me think. I really don't have much else to say about it so, here it is.

Let It Shine

A light that shines within the light
Doesn't tend to shine too bright
But a light that shines within the dark
Is seen, e'en though it be a spark

But a spark can set a field ablaze
With a little help and a little praise
A flood can spring from a river mild
Or a hero from the smallest child

A single man commands a fleet
Across the ocean's flood
The human heart can only beat
Because our world is full of blood.

A tiny rudder steers a ship
A horse is guided by a simple bit
The toungue is small and yet a word
Has greater power than a sword

I'm told a hurricane can spring
From the distant stirring of an insect's wing
But the dust that covers a translucent pane
Will always wash off in the rain

So shine your light and do not fear
No matter how small your flame
There are always hopeless in need of cheer
And unknowns who need a name

It's time for jazz band, Cya'll
Jens

Stuck.

What happens when writer's can't write? Does the pressure build up inside until they explode?
Mentally or psycologically? Or physically! O_O ?
Maybe we could experiment...
<_<
>_>
*loooks around for a test subject*

XP

Just kidding, truth is, I don't really have much to say, but I wanted to post.
Jazz band is starting to come together.
The concert is Nov 12, at 7:30 pm if anyone happens to be in Chicago then.
>_>
<_<
Not that it's very likely >_<
Ah well.
I still have to find out where it is.
*shrug*

I'm not in top writng form today, huh? More like stream of conciousness. Well, I suppose it's okay for me to ramble on occasion.

I wonder if I kept typing for an hour, if anyone would actually read the whole thing.
I'd better not try.

Okey Dokey, that's all for now,
Jens

Bored, Takin Quizzes

What does your t-shirt say? by rejektedrockstar
Name
Age
Fav. Color
Gender	FemaleMaleI dunno...
Ta-Da
Quiz created with MemeGen!

What does your personality rate from 1-10? by morning_prayer
Your first full name
Your personality rates a	Nine! You rock Yensil!
your best quality is	you're a sweetheart
your worst quality is	you're vulnerable
this is because	you were born this way
Quiz created with MemeGen!

I can't belive I only got a five! =(

<_<

>_>

*edits html*

Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	delicious
Your hugs are...	to die for
Your eyes...	sparkle like the stars
Your touch is...	awakening my heart
Your smell is...	beautiful
Your smile is...	entrancing
Your love is...	everlasting
Quiz created with MemeGen!

Your Love Life by lpfloatsmyboat
Name/username/nickname:
favorite color:
best physical quaility:	eyes
best personality trait:	people person
will you marry your bf/gf that you have now?	no
when will you get married?	January 3, 2011
your kiss is:	passionate
People date you because:	you're everything they want in a girl/guy
Quiz created with MemeGen!

Train Stations And Bus Stops

The following is something I wrote in my paper journal while waiting for my bus to arrive.

"Sittin here in a railway station
Got a ticket for my destination"
The words of Simon and Garfunkel drift back to my mind.
When I posted this morning, I referred to this song, but it seems even more apptopriate wo write about as I sit at this bus station.
It's 7:00pm; I've just finished the first leg of my journey home and am waiting for my connection to arrive. Across from me is a concession stand where I've bought some a Sprite, some Doritos, and a hot dog.
The seats...old fashioned wooden, bench type affairs. The stereotypical station seats that you see in movies.
In fact, a closed Amtrak office sits in one corner. So this was a trainstation at one time, maybe it still is.
The aura of the place really gives me an image of the setting for that song.
Oh! There's a train passing overhead right now.

Back to the present: It turned out that my bus got delayed two hours...we finally left around the time I was origionally supposed to get to Dayton, ah well.
So my first day home has been fun. I slept pretty late, I did stay up all night cramming, and couldn't sleep well on the bus, so it was justified sleep. Besides my parents were both at work and my sibs at school, so there wasn't anything to do yet anyway. Went to the Butler Bowl tonight. (For those who aren't from Middle town, It's our high school VS our archrivals, Hamilton High School.) We won 14-28, it was a fairly boring game. Nevertheless, I got to see a lot of my old friends and a few teachers, so I'm glad I went.
I carved pumpkins with my sister this afternoon, it's a bit early shure, but she wanted to do it when I was home. Her pumkin says welcome, with a scary pair of eyes over the O. Mine is just a wee little baby pumpkin; it only cost a dollar. It was big enough to put a little carving of a cat on it though, it was actually just the cat from a larger design, which shows a cat sitting on a crescent moon. I've used that design before, and my sister pointed out that the cat was just the right size for my pumkin, so I thought, what the heck, I'll go for it. It turned out nicely too. I just hope they last the two weeks till halloween. I wonder if there's something we can spray them with to help them...*shrug*
I haven't done all that much life related posting recently, I guess that just shows how big of a deal this trip home was. Ah well, it's been fun so far.
Sittin here listenin to "I Am, I Cried" by Niel Diamond, I liek this song enough that I may use lyrics for it in my title link some time, we'll see.

Goin Home!

If everything goes well, I will be home this weekend. And a good thing too, I miss my family, my friends, my kitties...and the stars. I plan on sitting and looking at them all by myself for a while, I haven't been able to do that in a while. It's funny, how I always took it for granted, I didn't look at the stars all that much, and it wasn't until I couldn't see them that I missed them.
I guess it's the same with all the things I left behind, I'm sure this has been said before but, I guess you don't really know how much you're gonna miss something, until you don't have it any more.
At any rate, as long as I
A: finish my test early enough,
B: don't get lost or delayed, and,
C:Just plain make it on time,
(to the bus station)
Then I'll face a five-six hour ride home, and at the end, home.
I'm looking forward to it.

Cya'll at home,
Wish me luck,
Jens

I'm Okay Now

I feel much better today. Thank you to those who commented or talked to me.

Nothing

I feel so...empty.

Third Time's The Charm? Yeah. Right.

I wrote this a while ago. I was going to keep it to myself, but I couldn't, so I shared it with a stranger, and that was enough for a while. But I can't keep my poems from the world, no matter how special they are to me. Whether it's a need to share beauty, or a need for attention, I don't know, but either way I share, and will continue to share.

Oh, and I was pretty depressed at the time too.

Rule Of Threes
The stars,
The stars, they guide me through
The night
They guide me straight to you.

You can say a thing that isn't true
But it is no lie that I miss you
Say it thrice it must be true
And so I say that I love you

Say it once,
It may not be true
Say it twice
It may not be true
But say it thrice
And it must be true
And so I say that I love you

I look into the nighttime sky
And see the clouds go drifting by
The city lights
They shine so bright
They hide the stars
There are no stars

I see the moon
And all too soon
I think of you
What shall I do?

Say it once, it isn't true
Say it twice it's still not true
Say it thrice it must be true
I love you
I love you
I love





You.

No stars...*cries softly*
Jens

New Poem

I really don't have much to say. My laptop is temporarily dead, so I've been using the school computers...no FireFox, no AIM, old version of MSN. So I'm stuck with crappy, no tabbed browsing, poor image viewing and copying options, very unhelpful in general Internet Explorer, and the excessively simplified AIM Express. Unfortunately fixing my computer is not high on the list of priorities. I'll get around to it when I can.
I spontaneously wrote a poem the other day when someone accused me of "being too good at poetry." Apparently it's "not fair." But this is what I do. And I don't plan on stopping any time soon, so...

Waste not...

I can't help myself.
I have a gift
To leave it lie upon the shelf
Would cause a rift

Twixt me and god
And leave a blight
On ground I trod
A sore eye's sight

It's a terrible sin
To let things waste
So give not in
To mere poor taste

Nor hubris nor pride
Shall I allow
By my side
This I do vow

I go crazy now!
Jens

Antigone

While reading through this play for school, there were a couple of observations I'd like to share. That and I don't have anything else to talk about...

Lines 835-38 Chorus, to Antigone
We are mortal, and our fathers pass away.
But you---when you die, you will be great,
You will be equal in memory to the gods,
By the glory of your life and death.

They say this to her to taunt her, but there's actually a lot of irony in thier statements. We don't know thier names, they are merely 'the chorus.' Antigone on the other hand, is the title character. Hmmm...

This is on love, I just like the sound of it and thought I'd share
Lines 787-90
O Love, no one can hide from you:
You take gods who live forever,
You take humans who die in a day,
And they take you and go mad.

Well, that's all I have to say right now,
Jens

No Title, No Link, No Bookmarks, No Nothing

Yup. I managed to have all of my bookmarks deleted over the weekend. All the webcomics I read...gone. All the blogs I read...gone. so if you want me around, you gotta post a comment so I can follow your profile back to your blog. And now, a poem.

Contrasts

Lies
Come rushing to my ear
So many
So loud I cannot hear

Truth
Calls out to me in vain
Too late
I hide in my own pain

Time
Slips through the unseen hand
Of God
Is our existence merely planned?

Life
Blows past us in a gust
Of wind
Next thing you know, you've turned to dust

Death
Can come within your prime
But who
Can choose when it's their time?

Love
Can tear a man apart
And yet
Can tame the coldest heart

Hate
Anger burning fierce
And like
A knife it seeks to peirce

Faith
Ability to see
What is
Not there, and yet, may be

Doubt
Unsurety and grief
Disproved
does often bring relief

Hope
From human hearts forever springs
No telling
What Tomorrow brings

Despair
Could things get any worse?
With life
There's always hope, so do not curse

Sorrow
My e'er returning friend
Will come
A time, this too, shall end?

Joy
It warms the very soul
It flows
To all, out of control

Mirth
And tears both have their place
At times
Together, on my face.

It's time for sleep,
Jens

The World Is Your Mollusk!

Crack it on a rock and get the chewy, sweet goodness inside.

My apologies to those who don't like clams...or oysters...or whatever...have a lobster instead, or maybe some shrimp....Aaaannyway, the point is that the world is a big place. You have to explore it thouroughly. Since I'm using a seafood analogy I may as well continue it by saying that in order to catch clams you have to dig for them. At this point you wash them thoroughly, and then there are a variety of ways to cook them. One popular way is to bake them, while they are still in their shells. You then pry them open, and eat the large 'foot' muscle that makes up most of their body.

Sea gulls go about this in an entirely different manner. Firstly they eat the clam while it is raw, which is understandable since they are birds. After being fortunate enough to cath a mollusk, usually from tide pools, they grasp it in their talons and fly high into the air. They then drop their prey onto a hard rock, smashing the shell to peices and exposing the tender muscle.

Well, here I am in Chicago, third largest city in the US, and I'm spending waaay too much time in my room. BUT THIS WILL CHANGE!!! Starting next week(end) I am turning over a new leaf. I've found (will find) a few people to hang out with, and hopefully will be heading off into the city to do stuff, now that I finally have available money. I have an oyster here, and I've yet to crack it!

A new quest begins!
Jens

IF YOU HAD YOUR LIFE TO LIVE AGAIN...

Would you live it any different? Regrets, loss, things we could have said or done to change the way our lives are today.

Yeah, I have my own regrets. I regret I didn't go on the band trip to Disney World my freshman year. I regret that I didn't get my Eagle rank in Boy Scouts. I regret that I failed calculus my senior year and that I didn't work harder in High School. I regret every single time I didn't ask a girl out when I had a perfect chance. I regret that I never said "I love you" to a very special girl.

Life's too short to live in the past. There's not enough time to spend much of it regretting. We suffer the consequences of our actions, we learn from our mistakes, and we move on.
Maybe I would change some thngs if I had a second chance, maybe not. Most likely I would instinctively react the same way and make the same choices, despite what I knew. That's just who I am.

No time for regret, just time to move on,
Jens

The Gift Is In Knowing To Look

Took a week off didn't I. I didn't really plan to, I just never got around to writing anything. I had no inspiration, plus I was feeling kind of lazy. On top of that I had school work to do...okay, Enough excuses!
Well, now that that's out of the way...

When was the last time you went outside and looked at the night sky? Admittedly the view is not so spectacular with all the light pollution within city limits. Try driving out to the country sometime. Find a place you can park, maybe just on the side of the road. Then (make sure you're well away from the road) just look up and see what you can see. There are many beautiful sights to see even without a telescope. Find some constellations. There's absolutely no shame in using a seasonal constellation chart, in fact I reccomend it.
I used to look at stars on mornings it was dark enough to see while I waited for the bus. I have fond memories of stargazing. I remember seeing Haley's comet from a field off of a country road. I have a constellation book signed by the author. I met him in Arizon awhile visiting my grandparents. There's a beautiful view out in the middle of the desert, beyond the lights of Tuscan. I've even been to a major observatory in that area.
Just this past summer I was fortunate enough to be in Hawaii. In addition to all the marine wildlife and the beautiful climate, I got to watch the sunset from the top of Mauna Kea, and afterward, I saw the stars from one of the clearest skies on the planet. The milky way is an awesome spectacle when it's that clear. The stars look so different that far south...and even further south, I speent 2 weeks in rural Peru that same summer! That's the last time I remember seeing stars. I never went outside and looked up between getting back and moving into college. And now, I'm in Chicago. There's too much light here, I can't see a thing.
So, take the time, look up. Share the sky with a friend, preferably of the opposite sex. But do look. Who knows when you'll get another chance?

No stars in Chicago,
Jens

Edit: I just want to say thank you to my mom, who taught me to look.

Maybe In A Perfect World, There'd Be No Need For Tears

Well, Shoot.
It made me cry. It made me think. If you can, watch it before you read any further
We live our lives. We have problems of our own. The tragedy of 9-11 has faded. It's only been 3 years, how can we forget so quickly?
When I started that movie, I was thinking about my problems. The animation was just a way to pass time. My troubles seem so insignificant now. So small and unimportant. *sigh* There's not really much else I can say. Please do comment though. I'd like to know how everyone else reacted to that. And maybe you have an insight I've missed. Maybe you can help to explain this kind of thing. Maybe...

Maybe,
Jens

Would You Like Fries With that?

Ayup. It's a Fry-Day, everyone have some fries. And just to warn you, tomorrows post will be really serious, but I want EVERYONE to try and make an effort to read it. In the meantime, I just have some goofiness to share. See the title link. I'm going to bed. It's really late, and I'm tired.

Goodnight/morning,
Jens

We Have A Birthday In The House!!!

Tomorrow (september 16), today by the time many of you read this, is John's (raptur) 18 birthday! Everyone head on over to Leringa and wish him a good one! He has now joined the ranks of the draftable...or he will when he registers anyway. Happy birthday John!

I have here, this blog's first haiku! Enjoy, I will probably stick more to rhyme since that's what I'm best at.

Haiku, To A Girl I Never Had
I love you enough
To be glad you are happy
With another man

That's all I've got for today,
Jens

DUH!!!!

C'mon, you ALL saw this coming!

Vash the Stampede


Which Trigun Anime Character Does Your Personality Resemble?
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I am Vash, in this universe. Thought we knew that by now?
(and he has a really cool gun!)

Love... and... PEACE!
Jens

REMEMBER THE FALLEN

Better late than never I guess. I missed Memorial Day, and 9/11, but it's not long after the latter, nor is it too far past the former.

The tomb of the Unknown Soldier, This memorial houses the remains of randomly selected soldiers from WWI. He was removed from his resting place in France, and now rests in Washington DC, in the Arlington National Cemetary. Nobody knows the identity of this soldier. That is intentional. His grave honors every single soldier who was buried in an unmarked grave, listed MIA, blown beyond recognition by enemy fire. This memorial is one of the most honored in the city. Joining him in his grave are the remains of soldiers from WWII, Vietnam, and the Korean Conflict. All are similarly unknown.

On September eleventh, 2001, on a tuesday morning, tragedy struck our nation. We were attacked by terrorists in a brutal display of hatred. Many lives were lost in the initial tragedy. Even more gave their lives trying to rescue survivors. People were buried by rubble, burned alive, some could not be identified, even with dental records or dogtags. In my opinion the tomb of the unkown soldier honors them too. The brave men and women of the NYPD and NYFD.

In remembrance of the unknown soldier, and all he represents, please observe a moment of silence before continuing.

Thank you. The following is a short poem I have written in honor of this memorial:

All alone, in a crowded room,
He lays without a friend
This soldier is destined for no tomb
Though he met an honorable end

A communal pit shall be his lot
Though his life he valiantly gave
There is no Cross to mark the spot
Of an Unknown Soldier's grave

To the true unknowns, whose bodies were never found.

I'm only sorry that I missed a proper date to post this,
Jens

"Not all who wander are lost."~J.R.R. Tolkien

My mind...a good place to wander...be careful that you don't get lost!
Today will be a collection of Tolkien quotes....and some comments about my life based on them. Oh, and you wouldn't believe how many blogs/livejournals/xangas/whatever have that title...go ahead, google it.

"Deep roots are not reached by frost."
And the second to most recent post won't be read...unless I remind you. Check out the one before this guys. I'm pretty sure no one, other than rob, has been on since I posted it.

"What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good on this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"
I'm up really early today

"You can only come to the morning through the shadows."
Or really late, it's a matter of perspective.

"Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger."
I know a great misquote for this one: "Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will piss on your keyboard."

"It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them."
...I thought Homer said that? Just kidding. My dad always says that "Violence is the last resort of the incompetent." Drives me crazy. Next time I hear it though, I've got this baby up my sleeve!

"Go not to the elves for counsel, for they will say both yes and no."
GRAAHHH!!!! Stupid elves, always talking in riddles. Never can figure out what's going on. It's kind of like a chinese Kung Fu movie...only without the Kung Fu. Or maybe it's like channeling spirits...Nahhhh, that makes too much sense to be true.

"The wise speak only of what they know."
Whereas fools just speak....What!? I can't be funny all the time!

"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world."
So, we need more people like me............WHAAAAAT?!?!?!? QUIT LOOKIN AT ME LIKE THAT!

"It is the job that is never started that takes longest to finish."
It's scary how well this applies to my homework.

"Courage is found in unlikely places."
Can't argue with that...nothing...else...to...say...it hurts to admit that I should just shutup for once. (which is why I said all of that)

"Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end."
Keep on truckin guys and gals,
Jens

I WANT ONE OF THESE!!!!

My calculator is obsolete. I wish for the new version. The following is a funeral service held by me and a friend in my old calculator honor, we ask you to join us in mourning.

He Died With Honor
yensil314: ...we are gathered her today, to morn the loss of a dear countryman...
yensil314: and a dear friend
yensil314: ...his life was not given in vain
yensil314: for he was a hero
darkestthunder2: o.o?
yensil314: and his loss touches us all, to the very center of our being
yensil314: ...my TI89 has passed into obsolesance
yensil314: *cries*
yensil314: "I wanna TI89 Platinum!!!!, Boo hoo hoohoo waaaaaahhhhh
darkestthunder2: *patpats head* *Kleenex*
yensil314: *sniff* thanks
yensil314: *bury's the casket*
darkestthunder2: *patpats head* It was a wonderful calculator, always performing correct equations...*salute* Though I did not know ye well, almighty soldier, you were a fine one.
yensil314: he was brave, and he died serving his country
yensil314: his tragic death was not in vain, for, because of calculators like him, we free from the evil tyranny of calculus, and it's allies algebra, geometry, and statistics
yensil314: let us pray
darkestthunder2: *bows head*
yensil314: Dear heavenly abacus, forefather to all calculators here today, we ask you in the name of your son the slide rule, to give peace to this fallen soldier who died in the service of his contry, protecting the one's he loved. He showed honor and courage, and his tragic loss grieves us less because we know that he is safe with you in eternal rest. Amen"
darkestthunder2: XDDD
yensil314: heh heh, that is coming soon to a blog near you (you didn't say amen)
yensil314: and I'm gonna eat

I'm saving my money,
Jens

A Land Called Honalee

I was talking with a friend, somehow the conversation got onto the topic of children's television. And from there, it was bound to happen, someone (me) mentioned Puff the Magic Dragon. Both of us agreed that Puff was definately the best kids cartoon ever (it was a TV movie BTW). Thinking about Puff the Magic Dragon got me started thinking of my childhood. And a glorious childhood it was.

It's funny how something can trigger memories. I remember vaguely a brick apartment that I lived in till I was about 3 years old, I remember almost nothing except a certain memory of one of my parents coming home, I must have been in the crib, the memory is nothing more than a few images in my head, but it is my first memory. I think back now to the last time I looked at pictures of the Arlington apartment. Several of the pictures are of my toys. I had a toy car, the kind that you get inside and run around like in the Flintsones. I there is also a picture of 'Big Dog' A large 'stuffed' dog. The thing about big dog is that he had a wooden frame, and was designed to be sat on, the bottom was curved so that you could rock back and forth. Big Dog's smaller stuffed companion, Puppy Dog, still has a special place on my bed, he is old, but will last a long time longer with good care. Another picture showed our rocking chair, that chair is still with my parents, in the living room of our house.

I remember we moved around a lot when I was young. We lived in a duplex once, and another time we lived in a house that had the best screen porch. I have more memories of those places than I could possibly share here.

I remember coming to Middletown, I wasn't all that scared because I had moved several times before. Nevertheless it was a big step. Lived in Middletown for ten years, the time has just flown by. Now I'm 18, all grown up and going to college. My memories of the past are a joy to look back on. And when something like Puff pops up in a coversation, I can't help but become a bit nostalgic. Well, I'm done rambling about my past. Sorry if this was a boring post.

I have so many fond memories, Is this what growing up is like? I feel so old and I'm only 18,
Jens

In God's Own Image (Genesis 1:26-28)

Hmm... The bible says (see title link for relevant scripture) that we are "created in God's image." One has to wonder what is meant by this. Superior intellect? Emotion? Reason? Logic? Language? but in all of these answers we encounter problems. Animals have varying degrees of intelligence, animals show signs of emotion, they use logic, they can reason, perhaps not as well as we. Some animals have very complex systems of communication, so it's not that either. What then?
The concept that man is the animal who laughs has been put forth. Maybe this is true, but it's not the reason I'm looking for. Another theory is that man is the animal that asks why. This is certainly true, but once again, not what I'm looking for.
After thinking for some time I came to the following conclusion: Man is the animal which creates for no reason. We of all the animals, have art, we make things that we don't need to survive. Oh sure a beaver builds his dam. But he does it because he needs a certain environment. He doesn't worry about building a bigger better dam than all the other beavers. But man? Man creates things solely so that others may look upon them and be impressed. I think this is what sets us apart.
Feel free to agree, or disagree. If you have a reasonable suggestion, leave it in the comments section, I would love to hear everyone's opinions.
Also, I meant for this to be a funny day, but then I read Freaky D's (XP) post on communication, and I started thinking (although it's kind of a random jump) about what was meant by "in God's own image." So I ended up with a serious post after all.

Let me know what you think,
Jens

Web Comics Can Be So Addicting!!!

Yes, that's where I was for the past two days...sorry, I couldn't tear myself away long enough to actually write a blog post. I'd kinda like to leave a poem today...but I haven't really written much of anything recently...and between writing that and now...I have taken a short set of couplets, and turned it into a full poem...YAY!
So anyway, Nothing much new to report, I suspect I aced my chem test today (first one done even!) But other wise, Just another week so far in the life of a college freshman. *sigh* Oh well, adventure will find me someday when I least expect it. Until then, here's that poem

A Random Thought, A Late Night Ramble

One of the things, I often say
I wonder if it'll rain today?

I didn't think that I could tell
It's becoming like my special hell

I think of thoughts, they often rhyme
And without trying half the time

I'm going off somewhere
Outside to get some air

But I'll be fine I bet
After I've had a cigarette

When I come back later tonight
I don't know if I'll feel all right

It's late, I should be sleeping
Instead I sit here weeping

And sometimes while I smoke
I wish that I'd just choke

It'd do the world some good
They never understood

Then I think of friends who care
Who my burdens sometimes bear

It makes me smile inside
I swallow down my pride

But I can't hold back the tears
Nor hide regrets and fears

But I'll be strong I know
I've got a long way left to go.

That's all I have for now,
Jens

EDIT: Oh yeah! I just remembered, I plan to put in a links section soon...not sure if that'll get done before or after I finish my poetry archiving site, hopefully I'll get both done this weekend...unless I decide to have a life instead, we'll see!

Kay, Bye (fo realz this time)
Jens

Wild Turkey Appears! What Do You Do?

Lalalalalala. Kind of bored tonight, but I have a funny coversation to share...at least I think it's funny. I slept till one today, I thought I'd've been more tired last night but I was doing stuff on my computer and totally lost track of time, so I guess not. I looked at the clock at 3:30 and was like how the blanketyblankblankblank did it get this late without me noticing?!?!?!!?!?!?! so anyway, I hope I'll be able to sleep tonight...should be.

well here's the convo

I had a really good comment for right here, but I forgot it...

yensil314: I did indeed make it on time
s0n 0f 37h3r: Nice.
s0n 0f 37h3r: Human contact?
yensil314: yup
yensil314: feel much better now
s0n 0f 37h3r: Good.
yensil314: that and my roomate got back while i was away
s0n 0f 37h3r: Ah.
yensil314: and i forgot to get cash from teh atm while i was down there
yensil314: damn
s0n 0f 37h3r: Heh. *shrug*
yensil314: if my second hunger strikes before 10 i'll just stop by on my way toMcDs
s0n 0f 37h3r: That works.
yensil314: afterward and i'll prolly jsut go hingery
s0n 0f 37h3r: hingry, eh?
yensil314: although i think they're opne till midnight
yensil314: um...hungery
yensil314: or hungry
s0n 0f 37h3r: :P
yensil314: hungary, yes I'll be hungary
yensil314: look at me, I'm a country
yensil314: !!!!
s0n 0f 37h3r: AHH TURKS
s0n 0f 37h3r: KILL THEM
s0n 0f 37h3r: KILL THEM ALL
yensil314: um...
yensil314: lets not and say we did
s0n 0f 37h3r: K.
yensil314: so
yensil314: on to other things
yensil314: like telling john we kiled turks
s0n 0f 37h3r: lol
yensil314: no wwhat will he say?
s0n 0f 37h3r: "jens just commented on it too"
s0n 0f 37h3r: Is what he said to me.
yensil314: op looks like time to share convo tidbits
yensil314: heh
yensil314: this convo is so going in my blog
s0n 0f 37h3r: lol
s0n 0f 37h3r: KURD
s0n 0f 37h3r: VS
s0n 0f 37h3r: TURK
yensil314: um
yensil314: turd vs kirk
s0n 0f 37h3r: LOL
s0n 0f 37h3r: I...
s0n 0f 37h3r: don't know.
yensil314: ?
s0n 0f 37h3r: About.... this.... mrspock.
yensil314: ah
yensil314: I'm sorry. He's dead Jim
s0n 0f 37h3r: *shrug*
yensil314: I'm a doctor not an actor!
yensil314: the irony, oh the irony
yensil314: of hearing that line on TV
s0n 0f 37h3r: Yah

well there you have it...Greth is a blodthirsty Turk hater...maybe he just wanted the Exp?

He'll probably hate me for that comment,
Jens

Rhyme, Rhythm, and Locomotives

That's right, a serious post. There is absolutely no humor here, if you want to be amused, go read one of my earlier posts. This is a story, about a train. This train was once a majestic machine. It carried people from the east coast to the west coat and back. It was one of the great steam engines of the trans-continental railroad. Now the train is obsolete, replaced by cars and aeroplanes. Now it is restricted to being a novelty, or to public transportation in large cities. So what happened to our hero? Some of the great engines are glorified in museums. But not this one, he was left in a junkyard, to rust and decay. I met him in a dream. It was raining, and as I looked up at his once majestic sides I could see the marks of spraypaint graffitti that covered his old faded colors. I couldn't help but reflect on this symbol of fallen pride, of old age, of loss, and loneliness, and obsolescense. In addition I had recently been frustrated at my inability to help a friend. It seemed that my attempts to help were having no affect at all and that I might as well not even try. I have not given up, but I have made no progress either. These were the things going on in my mind when I wrote the following poem. It is rather short, but it is powerful. My only request is this: do not mistake this as a cry for attention, that is not the intent of this poem. Open your eyes. Find another meaning.

A Rhyme, A Rhythm, A Train,
And A Ghost Of What Once Was

A rhyme, a rhythm, a train
A locomotive in the rain
Rusting slowly in the mud
A relic, nothing but a dud

I gaze up at its battered side
Graffitti now, where once was pride
Derailed it sits on useless wheels
Sometimes that's how a poet feels

Does no one listen, no one care?
Does no one see my heart laid bare?
With futile words I try to reach
I try to learn, I try to teach

There is no peace for restless dead
A scribe whose words are never read
I can't help those who need it most
I'm insubstantial as a ghost

I hope it made you think


On a lighter note, I had fun at the Puerto Rican festival, the food was quite good, I don't really feel like going into detail though. Also, I'm all alone tonight, I'm sitting here listening to music, typing in my blog. My roomate is gone for the weekend, and no one else is online. so I'm all by myself. It gives me lots of time to think. I'm going to go work on my website now, I have no Idea how long it will take to get all of my poemson, and duly commented upon...we'll see, but I probably won't be done any time soon

May you dream of trains,
Jens

You Try At Least 20 Variations of Your Password Before You Realize That Caps Lock Is On

Yes, I had a little bit of trouble logging in...I'll get over it. In the mean time, I have a few things to share with all of you. Firstly, My computer punched me in the face today! I was leaning it on my lap, lying back on my pillow, I was happily using my mouse when all of a sudden, the thing tilts forward, and the edge of the screen catches me on the lip...OW!!! And I managed to have my printer fall on me twice (I forgot fold it up and wrap up the cord...it's on a shelf above my bed and if not stowed can be quite hazardous)
But more seriously (though not much) I am 25 cents short of a load (of laundry)...And I've finally started work on my Poetry website, no more digging through my blog archives to find one you missed! The site will be organized for easy viewing and...stuff, It will also include my comments on the poems I have written, and perhaps (if anyone wishes to submit) the thoughts of other people as well. I hope to have it done by wednesday. I am actually going somewhere today, I have an assignment which involves eating foreign food and then writing a few paragraphs about it, therefore I am going, with a group of people from my class, to a Puerto Rican festival. I have had many types of latin american food, but Puerto Rican is not one of them, I look forward to trying it. Uh...I think that's about it...I'll probably post again tonight, about the festival, and I'll try to include a poem on that one...My concern is that it's too serious for thsi post, plus (this is the big thing) I don't feel like writing out an explanation for it (and it needs one, it's too easy to misinterpret) and YES I do like trains...
Sadly I have no entertainment to share with you today...HEY! ISN'T THAT A DEMONIC DUCK OF SOME SORT!?!?!?
*runs away*
Jens

They Are Y'Know

Okay....now what? I've got a title, I've got a link....and now you tell me I'm supposed to have content too?????
WTF is up with that?!?!? Did I mention that I'm writing a comic strip? I probably did if I've talked to you recently....so far all I'm doing is writing it. It looks good so far...I need to learn to draw people though.

aaanyway, I have no poems or humorous conversations for you today...why? you thought I was ahead with poems??? yes well, one is being held back for review and possible revision, the other is...kinda short...i'd like to add to it a little if I can. As for the humorous conversation, I'm waiting for the other participant to get back from wherever she is that she can't get online, which you don't need to know...and um...I'm also waiting for an appropriate link, and I wanted to use that one today, it seemed to fit because I had a few "asshole" problems...although...none of them were...ninjas...this time...If they had been ninjas they would be dead now...as it is they are merely mollified...that's what they get for verbally assulting me...I win They lose, they are now afraid of me. All is as it should be...*goes to check the ninja traps*

And just so that I don't feel like this blog was a complete waste...I have 2 pictures for you, I drew these in an attempt to cheer a friend up...it worked too:

So remember: When You're down in the dumps...Fluffy and Silky say "Be Happy! Smile! Sadness makes the world a darker place, it's scary and doesn't have a bathroom...DO IT FOR THE TOILETS!!!!"

YOU ARE OVERWHELMED BY THE SIMPLISTIC CUTENESS OF MY PETS!!!!!
Jens

That Poor Desk!!!

Well, we all make mistakes I suppose. I know I've made my share of similar blunders. That sort of error is very easy for me to Identify with. (if you have no Idea what I'm talking about, click the link in my title and then come back)
For the rest of you (and those of you who have returned)...I forgot what my point was. Oh well. I am way ahead writing poetry, I have three poems waiting to be shared, but I'm only going to show them one at a time. That's just to make sure people come back everyday...or something...

Anyway, the weekend ahead is a long one, no school monday. I look forward to it. I just hope I can get enough money....been having a little bit of trouble transferring it from my savings to my checking account. All should be better soon though.

And now for the obligatory commentary on the poem. You may remember a poem called "Obsession", It was one of the first poems posted on this blog, I have changed it's name slightly, it is now "Living In Rhyme (Obsession, Part I)" the reason for this is that I have turned it into a series of sorts. If you would like to reread it, click HERE. The following poem is a continuation of sorts. It also happens to have been written while I was in the process of fecating, seriously. I was sitting in the stal, the room across the hall was playing loud rap music, and I heard someone lose their temper and start yellin. Now you may ask "how is it that you happened to have your note book with you?" It's quite simple...I did that on purpose, I wanted to see what sort of inspiration I'd get (the first obsession was also written in a restroom....though that's not why they're in a series). And now, you can read:

Poem For A Restroom Wall (Obsession, Part II)

Sitting here in a bathroom stall
A word is written on the wall
A shout of anger from outside
I sit in here and try to hide

The rapper has his ghetto beat
My rhythm is the sound of feet
He speaks of life back in the slums
I dance to very different drums

Each poet has a style his own
One man may smile, another groan
Another laugh, another moan
And others are, as yet, unknown

I seriously think better in the restroom,
Jens

Dang I Miss Those Things!

I may stop posting links in my title regularly, it can be difficult to find one that matches the situation...I may actually go out this weekend. Of course, I'm still waiting for money, so maybe not. Yeah...well, apparently the jazz band needs trombones so it looks like I'll finally be getting off my lazy ass and doing something. That's probably a good thing. I'm actually looking forward to it. Although I need to try and find out when and where again as I have forgotten. Shouldn't be too hard...Well, I have another poem done, hope you enjoy it.

Train Of Thought

Life is love, Love is trust
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust
From whence ye came, Ye shall return
Death comes for all, None does he spurn

I'm on a train, The thinking kind
A train of thought, It's in my mind
Understanding hits, Cuts like a knife
If life is love, Then love is life

The whistle sounds, I've reached the station
The thoughst are quiet, At destination
The silence settles, Like a dove
Love is trust, So trust is love

Nowhere to be, Nowhere to go
Stay where I am, My thoughts now slow
In a world so full, Of pain and strife
Can we conclude, That trust is life?

Think very carefully before you try to answer that question. Can you truly live without ever trusting? Don't you trust the sun to come up every morning? No matter what, everyone has to trust on some level. And people who have trust issues usually aren't very happy with their lives...

Well that's food for thought,
Jens

A Tribute, A Homage, And A Whole New Spin On Things...

Well I finally finished that poem. And of course, after so many dry days...I end up with two. Well...almost, I need an ending for the second one, but that can wait a day or two. Um... nothing particularly important or interesting is happening in my life right now...Wish something would happen, but until it does, I'm just sittin here waiting. No rush really. This poem is kinda similar to "Pandora" in a few ways. The flow of topic is similar, but there are some differences. It's more about taking chances, and self sacrifice, than it is about general evil. But it has pretty much the same ending, the main difference being that it's more about the good things that can come from bad things... It just kind of flows together, Not one of my best, but I like it. Enjoy.

What Does Not Kill Us Makes Us Stronger

Once scorched
Twice burned
Thrice singed
Always spurned

Always hurt
Four times marred
Five times marked
Six times scarred

Love and lust
Lies and trust
Water and dust
Mud and rust

A burning hate
A twist of fate
A friendship lost
Don't count the cost

Watch the donut
Not the hole
The wood is cut
Before it's whole

What possible gain
Can come from pain
It starts to rain
Thought of a train

Though it's hard to see
Oft good there be
Wait patiently
With hope you're free

And yes, if you rearrange it it becomes "A train of thought", If you picked up on that by yourself, give yourself a pat on the back, or a cookie, or whatever
Oh and about the link in the title...Yeah, that's about how I feel right now...pass the comics Kristen, you which ones.

I seem to be obsessed with trains,
Jens

I MADE IT INTO THE COMIC!

Yes!!1! Finally...even if I did have to be sneaky...click the link!!!
And in case you're having trouble seeing it, try this one
OH and does everyone remember the poem "Room For Trains"? I've posted an explanation in the comments section, I'd appreciate it if you'd go back and read it, even if you think you understood it, I'm sorry if I end up telling you things you already knew, but it's important to me that there be no misunderstanding, um... if people would let me know what they thought (IE COMMENT!!!) I wouldn't have to tell them...here's the link:
http://yensil314.blogspot.com/2004/08/writing-is-prison-it-has-toilet-but-it.html
So anyway, I had to get up ridiculously early today, brings back fond *cough, cough, hack, weeze* memories of High School *dies*
And now, a lovely picture which I put together in MS Paint, Irealize it's not as good as the photoediting Dr.Shin does....but it's not bed for someone who hasn't used paint in several years...I realize that several of you hav seen this before, but I'm posting it anyway, both for those who haven't, and because I have nothing else to put here....okay I stop talking and show you the pic now..............................


heh heh, don't I just have a horribly warped sense of humor? Anyone know what the linux logo is? naaaaahhhh, linux is a good thing, I won't hurt it.
Well we've almost decided on a name for the computer, IE we are asking for submissions which we will probbly not use, but they will give ideas....or maybe not, who knows?
uh.....that's all for today, Cya

If I had any pride, I would kill myself for such a bad sense of humour, but I don't so you're stuck with me and this is my longest sign out line to date,
Jens

Gonna Go And Join The HOMESTARMY

I debated all day about whether or not to post, I just couldn't think of anything to write and I didn't want to force something stupid just so that I could sleep... That's right, I just don't feel complete if I don't update my blog every day.
Well, I suppose a few things did happen to me today, I finally got my mail, unfortunatly the reciept for my books wasn't there, I do have an internet cable long enough to reach my desk now (but I've really settled in on my bed T_T) oh well...
I also learned for sure (I've been suspicious) that my Mom reads my blog, and She's going to continue reading it more often...AAAHHHH!!!! QUICK, HIDE THE WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!! Love ya mom...ummmm...Two people (NOT MY FAMILY) have asked me for my address so that they can send me care packages (IE food), No mom,you don't know them, but you might consider following their example...Oh, another good thing happened today, I had a nice conversation (on the way out of Biology class) with my lab partner for chemistry (and we didn't just talk about lab either) we just happened to be going the same way, and she had wanted to ask me something (and of course I expanded that into a conversation *is happy*) (yes I really did happen to be going the same way as her, though I wouldn't have hesitated to fake it), She's a very nice girl (as well as good lookin) and I look forward to getting to know her better (god I'm such a nerd, I even over analyze my relationships...Ih well, whatever works)
um...there was something else I wanted to say...but as usual I can't remember...Oh yeah! Still working on that poem (the second half of what eventually became "Pandora") I added some stuff, but It's not finished, and I'm not sure where to go from there, not really sure what I'm trying to say. Oh well, I'll keep working at it, In the mean time, I have lab (bio not chem) at 8:00 tomorrow, so I need to go to bed, Bye All's
Things're lookin up,
Jens

(PS: my title is a link, don't know if I'll keep doing that or not, but...enjoy, it may even explain the title somewhat.)

Love At First Sight??? Naaaaaahh....

But four years later you start to wonder... Well It's been a great weekend. I have another poem for Y'all. Those of you who don't check my blog very often may want to go back several posts and read some of my previous poems. As for the rest of you, comments are, as always, appreciated and encouraged. Well that's all, Enjoy the poem, try not to cry on your computer like I did (and if you knew who it was about you might understand why I said that)

K

Every time I close my eyes, I see her
Every time I open my mind, I think about her

Don't cry for me
Don't sigh for me
Don't try for me
Don't die forme

It won't do any good
I just misunderstood
Maybe what I thought was love,
Was just a song sent from above
When push does truly come to shove
Maybe it wasn't really love
What then is left
Was it merely lust?
A physical attraction?
Then all my hopes
Would turn to dust
For lack of a reaction

Don't cry for me
Don't Sigh for me
Don't try for me
Don't die for me

I die inside
I cannot hide
From my own pain
Hard to explain
I can't accept
That she's gone for good
I can't comprehend
I misunderstood
I need duct tape
To patch up the hole in my heart
This lack of love
Is tearing me apart
It won't do any good
Never has before
My tears fall down and splash
Wetly on the floor

Don't cry for me
Don't sigh for me
Don't try for me
Don't die for me

I don't know how
I can restart
Oh God
You're tearing out my heart

No one to hug in Chicago,
Jens

C'mon, Gimme Something To Work With Here!!! or "The Book Of Prophecy"

Well, I finally got that poem done, you can read it below. All I've really done today was sit at my computer, but I wasn't as bored as I could have been. Somehow, I actually manged to keep busy today. All in all it's been a pretty good day, albeit a lazy one. I even did my homework! It kept me entertained for about a half hour, then I had to find something else to do... I drew a picture last night, well not exactly drew, but...Isn't MS Paint wonderful? Unfortunately I do not know how to post pictures (actually I sort of do) and I am to lazy to try to figure it out right now, although I probably will soon. It's been forever since I messed around in Paint but Dr. Shin (Ph.D.) inspired me to once more try my hand...the result will be coming soon to a blog near...actually it'll be right here. For now, go read that poem!

As you read, make note of which words are capitalized:

Pandora

One for Hatred
Two for Fear
Three for the Loss
Of a loved one dear

Four brings Greed
Five brings Lust
Six, an utter
Lack of trust

Seven is Sorrow
Eight is Pain
Nine is Anger
Ten is Blame

Eleven: Hunger
Twelve: Disease
Thirteen marks:
The Taxman's Fees

A Chinese curse
Should life prove a bore
Live in interesting times
Fourteen is War

Number Fifteen
My final breath
In life's uncertainty
Is certain Death

A tiny thing
I've left for last
Sixteen gifts Hope
To help us past

I was having trouble thiking of bad things to include in the poem, I had the first stanza, and I had the end figured out (taxes, and the four horsemen), but I got a little bit stuck there in the middle...Guess my life's too happy...(insert reference to "Kino's Journey"), Hence the title of the post...
If you've seen it, you'll get it, if not, then you should watch it.

Gaahhh!!! I'm running out of sign out lines! please submit,
Jens

Filler Time!!!!

Still working on that poem...and nothing really important as happened in my life recently so this blog will just have some Stuff that I found, ENjoy

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Sprinting out of the freeway, attacking with a reflective halberd, cometh Yensil! And he gives a bloodthirsty bellow: "I'm going to hack into your brain, and type rm -rf * !!!"

Find out! Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?

created by beatings : powered by monkeys

By the way, this will only be the first, of many fillers, so consider yourself warned. I will use these whenever I want to post but have nothing to say, or when I have something to say, but not enough to justify putting it up by itself...

Enjoy the meaninglessness,
Jens

Most Horriblest Title Ever!!!

I wrote a poem today....did some other stuff to, but it isn't done yet, I have a bit of work to do.... In the meantime....I don't know, I guess I'm a little depressed, I should probably eat and sleep more frequently, probably....
Well, my roomate is gone for the weekend, apparently this is going to be a regular thing, Don't know what I'll with all that time to myself. Probably continue to waste my life here at my computer.
There was other stuff I wanted to say but I can't remember...OH yeah, I walked down to the super market last night, but they wouldn't take my checkbecause it was my first one. Apparently I have to write a check and it has to be cashed, then they'll take them. All that walk for nothing....

Any way, here's the poem, stay tuned for more, and I know there was more I wanted to say, but I can't remember so....

Signal Interrupted (Before The Code Was Sent)

Words in my head
I write them down
Don't know what I said
Try not to frown

Think through the pain
From this flesh wound in my heart
Tried to explain
But I just drove us more apart

I ride hell bent
For leather on the swiftest horse
If I knew what I meant
Then I wouldn't be so coarse

I can't understand
Can't begin to comprehend
Make my last stand
As my world comes to an end

Well that's all, I'm going to try and finish that other one....no I dea when that'll be, so stay tuned.

Wish I had a better title,
Jens