Captious Digressions of an Ill Adjusted Mind

How the crap did I get so lucky?


my hands smell like Love Spell.
i'm looking at a stick figure cartoon,
a letter like a kiss, or at least I think so
i carry a votive inside, cause my heart gets cold
when there's no you, no leaves to slip on
lie on the grass
your head by mine
tracing fake constellations, we laugh out destinies
watching ours catch the same spindle
you live so near, it's almost gluttony
i'm knocking at your door again,
i'm sure i left something there.

I AM UP AT 3:56 AM IN THE MORNING AND AM WRITING ANGSTY JOURNAL ENTRIES AND I STILL HAVE NOT WRITTEN MY FREAKING FIVE PAGE NATIVE AMERICAN PAPER.

Also, I am alone in the world and nobody loves me.    WOOT TIME FOR SELF-DEFENESTRATION.




(For the nuanceless ones... j/k.  Some people love me.  Uh...)
(Hm...)
(Well, I think I have parents...)
(They probably love me...)
(And I have a brother...)
(He might like me some...?)
(Oh yeah, I've got a girlfriend.)
(Hee... )
(Guess there's David... and Ray... they put up with me.)
(So, some people like me.  Maybe.)

Also, the Democrats are about to take over the Senate *and* the House.  I shall include a neutral smiley.    Actually, that one looks sort of confused.  Oh well.  We'll see where they take us. 

I have used far too many smilies in this post.

By tomorrow, my EVIL week of three-fourthterms will be over and I shall begin my murderous rampage in earnest I'll be able to start doing things again.  Like talk to people.  And do GCF.  Start writing for myself again.  Take up the oboe.  Do work for charity.  Raise a hobo as my own child. 

I just turned in my second story to Naumoff.  It's in rough rough draft form, but if I get it working, I might force it down your wormish gullets let you read it.  It's about fencing, LSD, and what happens to LSD'd fencer chicks on the backstreets of Philly.

Sort of.

There's a cheesesteak in it for you.

Cheesetastic!

EDIT 7:00AM:  I slepte not, neither... did I sleep.  Verily, verily, I saye unto thee... mayst thou be smitten with smallpox in the sacred name of Jeffery Amherst, and mayst thine crops wither and die in the name of George Rogers Clark!

Let's move on to Seth's Life: A Perspicacious Collage. 

On Saturday I fulfilled the first part of one of my life dreams.  A house-church pastor from China


(That's this country here)
has been staying with the Agape church in Maryland for a while and was able to travel down to Chapel Hill to speak in our church!  If you don't know anything about the church in China, there are two basic churches.  There are the government run, "Three-self" churches that are uber-controlled and useless, and there are the secret, illegal house churches that worship God as God demands.  These people are under powerful persecution, and their pastors are often in and out of the prisons.  God is working in China, and because of the persecution there, the dedication and worship of the people there would shame most of us here in America. 

So he came and spoke to us.  His name is Andrew.  He has terminal cancer - his face is disfigured with tumors.  His voice is slurred as he speaks his own language - his translator interprets, because the only English words he said were 'thank you'.  He was saved eleven years ago, and has served seven years as leader of an underground church.  The doctors in China and America could do nothing for his cancer, and so for four years he has had no treatments, no radiation, no chemotherapy - but he's still alive.  God has kept him alive.

He spoke to us about the call of the Christian, Isaiah 6. 

It was wonderful.

Now I just have to go actually see one of the house-churches.

On Sunday we had another local fencing open.  For the first time this year, I did pretty well!  I only won 2 of my 6 pool bouts, but in the DE's (Direct Elimination... like a bracket) I was seeded 24th against the number 9th guy... and I beat him!  He had me down 6 to 11 (15 touches win) and I came back and beat him 15 to 14!!



So I made it into the top 16 and fenced against David, who is our top alternate (4th in the UNC Foil squad heirarchy.  I fall somewhere between 7 and 9 at any given time.)  He beat me15-8, but I did much better than last week, when he beat me 15-3.  David has this awesome thing where he makes me impale myself on his point-in-line...

And then there was time for girlfriending this weekend, happily.  I know you guys want to be introduced, so here's some pictures of me and her...

Ye Rhyme of Sir Robin
- Monty Python, Spamalot

Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot!
He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin,
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave oh brave oh brave oh braaaave Sir Robin...

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken!
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned awaaaay...
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin...

His head smashed in and his heart cut out and his liver removed and his bowels unplugged and his nostrils -

"That's... that's enough music for now lad."

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As you can see, I'm suffering from positive media input.  Maybe the elusive and esoterotic Number Six will come to me sometime tomorrow.  Two hours of Baltarian goodness!  In other news, my midterms are almost over, by tomorrow at 1:00 I should be done with it all. Sorry about the paucity of my last updates, I just haven't had a lot of time recently, but I should have much more time after this week. 

I'm working on lots of stuff, including fencing practice, my creative writing project, (and the beginning stages of my big personal project), midterms of course, a nice little monologue with Ray, church stuff, and then the things I *should* be doing, like GCF.

Thankfully, I get to find a little time for girlfriending in between.  Hehe...

Also, I should probably do laundry sometime soon... phew.  If they were bringing around plague-barrows and calling "Bring out ye'r dead!" I could totally pass my laundry bag off as a decomposing body. 

So much to do, so little goat-entrails left to summon my servant demons with...