Friday, February 11

Kristin + Horoscope + Amory = Essential Kristin?

To start off this entry, I shall begrudgingly go through all the crap I write at the beginning of an entry: I need to update more, updates are better when they are more frequent, my true voice doesn't shine through when I don't do this enough, it's cathartic, ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra. For next time, I shall just use this handy, horrible acronym: ATCIWATBOAE. "All the crap I write at the beginning of an entry."

Yesterday's whiny, self-centered entry was deleted by a virus which did nothing but close Firefox and change my homepage. I'm actually glad I didn't save the thing, because it was a whiny piece of crap and it made me cry, the bastard!

Bleh, I just had to dislodge Goldfish cracker sludge from the back of my mouth. Hooray for the lack of readership which allows me to write such things.

Dan has just entered the room and started to kill thought processes. I think I need a defibrillator (sp?) for moments such as this. Music... music helps.

"... But not in.... Love my way... it's a new rule... I follow... where my mind goes..." Furs!

Freaking fragmenty entry. Music HAS been helping. School with its stressfulness has kept me away from my music, but yesterday I listened to most of my 290 item playlist and went into mix cd making mode, which made Dan, Bonnie, and myself late for coffee at Brewed Awakenings with Anthony of Druidness. I listened to "Strange Love" by Depeche Mode for the first time in a few years, and it sounded a lot different than I remembered it. "Strange Love" is one of those songs that I have put on endless repeat and listened to for hours on end, even thought it's not even one of my favorite songs. So, it was odd that I didn't remember it better.

Bonnie and Dan were both made awesome mix cd's (look at me use the passive voice when I shouldn't. Say, I seem to remember declaring once that I would sometime write an entire paper in the passive voice and piss off some unlucky professor. BIO 109 is perfect for such a thing.) which I probably appreciate more than either of them will. And... right now Dan and I are listening to the one I made him and he's smiling because I turned up the volume. "Run Wild" just came on, you see. You see, don't you, my non-readership?

Chaucer excites me. And here's THAT song. That song excites me. Everything is exciting when you've had enough coffee. Socks! Excitement! Belly button! Whooo! The realization that the goldfish on the front of the bag has a cow print on his sun glass lenses! Excitement!

What did I actually intend to write now? Stupid, sneaky thoughts, flying out everywhere. Blame the goldfish. I'm sure there's a smug look beneath those bovine lenses of his. I think yesterday I meant to write that I saw the White Rabbit, but I didn't mean to give any explanation of this statement. Since my readership is non-existent, they know what I'm talking about. Anyways, the White Rabbit frightened me, because he was in the scene, the deja vu. I've been freaked out about that lately. There are two ways that I look at the deja vu. One is that my life is on the right track when it happens, the other is that I'm moving closer to death. The latter explanation is what I tend to think when I get deja vu more often than I would like.

Aha! That's what I was going to write about. Thanks a lot for your distractions, you smiley, bovinated bastard. If you were real, Feanor could kick your ass... tail. Yes, the other deja vu. It wasn't long like the one yesterday, just a flash of the table where we sat at Brewed Awakenings, Dan on my left and Anthony's hand moving across his PDA, which he showed me my horoscope on. Most of what he said about my personality was already known to me (passive voice again!), but hearing it said by someone else, and at that someone whom I've only met twice, put it into perspective. Fascinating, that he could tell from that chart how I can be unaccepting at times, when I only figured it out yesterday. It seems that I am the Super Earth sign since, if I'm getting the jargon right, my sun sign is Taurus, my moon sign is Capricorn, and my ascending sign is Virgo. There was an attempt to "wow" me with amazing predictions, but I think it ended up scaring me more than anything. Let's see "the sun in Neptune," I think it was, will cause me to be lost and confused for about two years. During this time, I should avoid addictive substances, both literal and figurative, and try meditating. This product is not meant to be consumed. Do not use on broken skin or lacerations. Shite, that one time I tried meditating, I heard voices and saw colors. It freaked me out, but apparently people spend their whole lives trying to see colors and hear voices when they meditate. Now, if that was in a dorm room with the filtered sounds of orcs laughing hurting my concentration, what sort of weirdness while occur during a two year period when I should really try to meditate? And, this Period of Great Confusion apparently started a few weeks ago. Before I forget, I should type that Anthony told me, crap I'm already forgetting, that the 15th and 18th of this month will be important, and I will know more about The Situation by April or May. The Situation, I think must always be referred to by a capitalized term.

Time to stop ignoring Dan. Sorry, non-readership, for the length of this bastard.

As Ever,
K. Morgan Jucius



Anonymous Anonymous said...

We are the non-readership and we totally understand. Chaucer excites us. You wrote "while" instead of "will" in the last paragraph, and we think you're too lazy to edit it. Bastard.

Frigid regards,
The Non-readership

February 11, 2005 1:28 AM  

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