I caught my brother having another "walking vision" he can be pretty creepy sometimes. He dreams about shit that is just disturbing. of course the term waking vision implies that he is awake and sometimes he is awake when these bizzare and morbid day dreams come to him. But still I'm glad to hear about them.
He is my brother after all. today I called out to him and I couldn't get his attention for the life of me. I called out his name, I said "hey" i even lightly kicked his book bag to no avail. No I had to get infront of him before he came back. His eyes were wide open.

I am, However, tired of workshop premadonas who don't have anything relivant to say, but want to sound inteligent so they go on about things that have NOTHING to do with the course.

This dosn't seem to be just a workshop problem either. This guy goes on and on about everything. It gets to where I am afraid to look in his direction lest he fall under the misconception that I'm looking at him and start talking to me.

The people who do approach him (I guese there his freinds) alwasy have to excuse themselves before long because he wont STOP TALKING!!! That can't ( and judging by my experience with the guy) and dosn't make fore stimulating conversation.

oh well. The first time I got into a group with him I heard myself think, "I'm never getting into a group with this guy ever again."

But thems the breaks.

There is a single i have found online that I can dance to like an old man. Look up "Heaven" by I Monster and start dancing. I love throw back songs. But then again I listen to music from 1918. But heck I like new stuff too. There is just something enchanting about old things. Its like looking into another world.

I guese I'm still single after my break up. I have been thinking about how many chances I had to get a girlfreind in highschool when everyone was rife with hormones... hell I actually had one but she was far to rife with hormones for my taste. She kept wanting to have sex. it made me uncomfortable. But I digress. and I don't recall what i was talking about, and I'm tired.

So I think all I set out to do was bitch about Mr. workshop asshole.

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Okay, I am on my way back to the apartment after studying in t he library till midnight ( I don't feel like staying till 2:00 AM.) I don't want to have to walk home at that hour either.

I was talking to a Marine Lt. about flight contracts... I haven't gotten a phone call yet.

I am also excited about various writing contest that have been brought to my attention by the head of the department. I can submit poems readily enough but I am thinking about rushing out "shadow Child" under the short novel category. I would just have to take out all the blood and gore because the short novel category is for novels appropriate for children. :-(

Heck I probably won't do the later... at 22 I don't feel like pulling any literary punches when already I use subtley like a scalple... or so I like to think. But the contest is for people 18 and over. And there have been some pretty bloody reads i remember having to go through when I was younger... hmmm.

I will have to put it under consideration.

Okay walking home... Situational awareness is key because lots of people get mugged and or rapped around here.

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Dear Diary,
I just made a complete ass of myself. I came into the library, from which I write this account, and my eyes just centered on an unusal growth that occupied about a third of the right side of the mans scalp and forehead. It was grey and molted, not unlike elephant skin. Perhaps it was a burn, but I couldn't stop stareing. I stared and stared.. . it was like I was in a trance of insensitivitey. The girl he was warming up to, a youthful student librarian asked me if she could help. I said no and smiled. oh how they must hate me.

I love the open air theatre. As a former theatre person I am aware of the old theaters and their connections to the ancient greek ceramonies and their gods. It's a picturesque place with it's collums and descending step like seats. When the weather is nice I like to go there and pretened that the old gods still take prayers.

Can you walk down to the center depression and whisper a name, like Dionysus.
It is kind of magical, but... I shall worship no other god before God with a Capital "G" a pitty. I enjoy going down there sitting in isolation to eat my lunch (almost picnic really) just me and the eldar gods.

I have wounded my self.
Well my foot actually. That is all for now.

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I got up at Six AM yesterday and went running. I also went to the gym, but on my way running back it began to pour, and I was still very far away from my apartment.
I love the misery... well it wasn't miserable just wet. It made me feel Hard core.

Speaking of hardcore. I went all out on my LJ regarding my brother's fari weather freinds

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It's raining again.

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We'll I didn't think I could hide forever, and sure enough, today they found me. I ate lunch with them, and they seemed quite amiable and open to discussion.

I guese this ends my hermatige here on the wonderful, and isolating planet earth. Tee hee. Just kidding, I simply ran into some church folks I knew when I was still dating Randee.

I FREAKED OUT my fiction and technique class today with my short writing excercise titled "Hyper violent"

And I turned in to rudamentry peices of crap and recived more praise than I expected. It's offical I took the wrong course. Just as I got into advanced poetry, I should have realized that I may want to simply apply for advance fiction. But it's okay this is just a bit more comprehensive than a basic creative writing course.

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