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
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Sunday, November 21, 2004
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. :
Friday, November 19, 2004
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.
Let me know what you think,
Jens
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
Thursday, November 18, 2004
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.
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
Hope everyone likes the new template.
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
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
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
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
Saturday, November 13, 2004
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.
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.
Sunday, November 7, 2004
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!
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
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
Wednesday, November 3, 2004
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.
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.
Tuesday, November 2, 2004
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.
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.
Monday, November 1, 2004
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
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
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
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
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
Sunday, October 24, 2004
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
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
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
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.
It's time for jazz band, Cya'll
Jens
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
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
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
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
Monday, October 18, 2004
Saturday, October 16, 2004
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.
"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.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
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 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
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Monday, October 11, 2004
Sunday, October 10, 2004
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.
No stars...*cries softly*
Jens
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
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