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| Wednesday, September 11th, 2002 | |
| 11:06 pm | Not for you I've tried to avoid it since it happened because it was shoved in our face every day. I know what happened, I was watching as it happened. I see pictures of people who flung them selves from the burning wreck, choosing a better death than that which was before them. Instinct says you are not them and their death is theirs. But I can't remain seperate. I feel my heart pounding and every muscle screaming with adrenaline. Mind calculating at painful speeds and certainty sets in. I am dead, and this is it. This can't be. My chest is tight with the pressure of a trembling heart. I am afraid of whats to come. An eternity of terror rushes by. |
| Sunday, July 7th, 2002 | |
| 5:53 pm | Um, yeah.... So I moved back to Birmingham...like two weeks ago. I'm not exactly reading journals and writing in them right now. Sorry for the inconvenience this isn't causing. I will try to get caught up with things soon. PS- America can just suck it!! |
| Thursday, June 6th, 2002 | |
| 1:03 pm | Hurrah! Finished my last exam yesterday. Had to write an essay on the positive aspects of the Viking invasions. Still tired and hungover and stoned. Celebrated last night in bars in downtown Glasgow. Followed up with a small party in my room spying on returning drunk students and yelling at friends across the way. Strange night. Aboot two weeks til I return. Many museums experienced and many more to go. Kelvingrove has a badass armour collection, but apparently I missed the authentic Star Wars stormtrooper armour they had on exhibit. BTW, Attack of the Clones... WHAT A PIECE OF SHITE! Latre Le Biatchez Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Various dance |
| Saturday, May 25th, 2002 | |
| 9:01 pm | Timeout I don't know the rules to the game or even if there are any rules, so why am I still playing? Fuck! I don't even know what the point of the game is or even if there is a point! So why am I still playing!? |
| Wednesday, May 15th, 2002 | |
| 7:05 pm | Tranquility base, the Eagle has landed We had a real nice day of sun here in Glasgow. I am glad now I got stuck in Wolfson Hall. It is situated in a little park next to the Kelvin river and I spent some time basking in the sun, walking around amongst the flowers and watching female rugby players. Looking around at everyone picnicing reminded me of the scene in The Time Machine where everyone is loafing around in the idealic (sp?) paradise and then the Morlocks come and eat people. In this case the sudden Glaswegian rain is the Morlocks. I must return with a camera when the sun shines again. Exams have started. They are annoying. I hate essay questions because of the hand cramps. I must find new ways to enjoy this place before I must leave. Time is not my friend, and I think never has been. Current Mood:  contemplativeCurrent Music: Fila Brazillia |
| Saturday, May 4th, 2002 | |
| 9:42 pm | This scares me Filed for intro on 05/10/1999 SENATE RESOLUTION 21 By Williams A RESOLUTION to honor and congratulate XXXXX. WHEREAS, the Tennessee General Assembly is pleased to specially recognize and honor our outstanding athletes who work hard and perform well and lead their teams to successful seasons; and WHEREAS, XXXXX, a much-touted member of the Cherokee High School basketball team, lead the Chiefs to an appearance in the Regional Tournament; and WHEREAS, a great all-around athlete, this talented senior was also a defensive star who averaged a phenomenal 26.5 points per game; and WHEREAS, in recognition of his vast ball-handling and leadership abilities, XXXXX was named the Citizen-Tribune Lakeview Regional Player of the Year; and WHEREAS, the Rogersville-born star will continue his hardwood prowess at East Tennessee State University; and WHEREAS, in his typically modest way, XXXXX has stated "I thank God for everything He has done for me. I worked hard, but without Him, I would be nowhere"; and WHEREAS, it is fitting that we pause in our deliberations to specially recognize this gifted athlete; now, therefore, BE IT RESOLVED BY THE SENATE OF THE ONE HUNDRED FIRST GENERAL ASSEMBLY OF THE STATE OF TENNESSEE, That we honor and congratulate XXXXX on the conclusion of his excellent high school career and wish him well in his future endeavors. BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED, That an appropriate copy of this resolution be prepared for presentation with this final clause omitted from such copy. ************************** Just love those latent homosexual attachments to sports. Current Mood:  bouncyCurrent Music: Delerium - Karma |
| Thursday, May 2nd, 2002 | |
| 9:55 am | "If you're holding on to life and you're afraid of dying... you will see demons tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the demons are really angels, freeing you from the Earth." Feeling better. Attacked viciously by strep. Delerious and feverish for days. Dreamt of shuffling and filing a huge mass of paperwork at a soccer-like pace. Why can't I dream of mariners and an albatross? Current Mood:  blahCurrent Music: Thievery Corporation- Mirror Conspiracy |
| Saturday, April 20th, 2002 | |
| 12:30 am | Happy 4:20!! ...even though I won't be able to enjoy it here (my connection is outta town). Today plain ole sucked. We had yet another fire drill this morning at 7:30 am... right in the middle of my fucking dream cycle. So of course all day long I could barely keep my head up. Everyone I know went out to celebrate being back at uni with friends while I went to take a nap. I just woke up. In a place of 230 + or - students I am one of about 10 still in the hall. Fuck!!!! Now I am wide awake and going stir crazy. Why do I bother doing anything? I could watch TV and masturbate for the rest of my life and it will still all go in the end just as it does for someone like Einstein or Ghandi, I will die and that will be the end of that... nothing I do matters to this universe in the least. So why do I still try? Beats me. Any suggestions would be of service. Any Christians out there, this might be your chance to convert me and score points with Gawd. Satanists, I guess this is your go at bat as well, I think I am people killing material. Mmmm, Bailey's Irish Cream.... D'OH! |
| Thursday, April 4th, 2002 | |
| 8:19 pm | Once you have tasted of the spice of life... nothing else will suffice. Spent the last couple of days touring Ireland. Dublin is like a Glasgow with personality. Lots of great shops and interesting architecture. The Atlantic coastal area around Galway is surreal. In some places as far as you can see are boulders, mountains, stone walls, scraggly grass and nothing else. Desolate beauty. I must say I greatly enjoyed my days in Salisbury. Ancient sites I have been drooling over for a while I finally got to see including Stonehenge and Avebury henge. I wanted to smack some annoying tourists around for not appreciating them sufficiently. Sometimes when I was walking around in little English villages I felt as though I had crossed over into some bizarre fantasy world where everyone was nice, happy and surrounded by beautiful gardens. I kept wondering why America looks like shit compared to it all. I am still wondering. I want to move to Europe now, its just too cool. I will find myself irritated when I get back home and have to face the sprawl of American civilization. Maybe someone will come along who can help me turn our pathetic society into the paradise it can be.... -Speaker for the Dead |
| Saturday, March 16th, 2002 | |
| 4:12 pm | I can barely contain my indifference. I think that about sums up how I have felt about most things for the last 4 years of my life. Sigh... Well, I am sitting here in my hall, one of the last few people to leave for Easter break. Last night should have been fun, but totally sucked! Cute girl asked me to go to a student union party. After 2 hours of standing in line in freezing, drizzling rain I finally got to the front door....then they promptly told the crowd of 300 people waiting to get in that the doors were closing and no one else would be allowed in for the rest of the night. Fucking pricks...thanks for the warning... I have no clue how all this rail travel stuff works that I'm about to be doing for the next 3 weeks, but I guess, as always, I will figure it out as I get to it. I shall be visiting Amsterdam, Salisbury, London, Dublin and maybe a few unknown spots. I am most excited about seeing stonehenge in about a week. Oh, yeah and the hash bars... While I am gone I won't have access to computers so sorry, no invigorating and happy happy joy joy posts from me for a while. I leave with words from our dear friend M.C. Hawking Even if there is only one possible unified theory, it is just a set of rules and equations. What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe? The usual approach of science of constructing a mathematical model cannot answer the questions of why there should be a universe for the model to describe. Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing? - Stephen W. Hawking P.S. Banana flavoured Nestle Quick is pretty good...reminds me of Smilk. Current Mood:  drained |
| Saturday, March 2nd, 2002 | |
| 7:49 pm | I must make myself zero Oh my God I spewed my guts out the other night. Never drink too much before getting into a taxi! I finally find a cool club here and I spend the whole time in the WC trying as best I can not to move my head. Cause when my head moves the world spins and my stomach empties its contents. I am enjoying living in a dorm for the anthropological value alone. Human interaction is fascinating and oh so complex. I love observing the point at which one person goes from thinking of a friend as a friend to thinking of a friend as someone to do it with. It is 'cute'...much laughing ensues! Classes are going alright, still not used to the grading over here. My favorite class is archaeology of NW europe. Lots of pictures and info on cool stone age and bronze age cultures. That and the woman who teaches part of it is hot in a geeky archaeology way. She can handle my bell beaker any day! Local slang words of the day: jobby and mingum |
| Thursday, January 31st, 2002 | |
| 11:21 pm | That Jetta commercial song.... Alright, this isn't really an update but I thought I would pass the info along. You know the VW Jetta commerical in which a guy is driving desparately to get to a wedding on time...obviously to stop it? The name of the song is "One Million Miles Away" and it is by J. Ralph....according to my sources anyway. So if any of you biotches manages to locate this, you must make a copy of it for me. Current Mood: sick...blah! |
| Saturday, January 26th, 2002 | |
| 2:16 am | Woohoo! 50p vodka night! Ok, so I am drunk, I will admit it. Just got back from the Glasgow union. No nekkid chicks tonight, only a nude dude. I love the way English women talk...so prim and proper its cute. And Glaswegians are so nice, just strike up a conversation with you and they are humourous and entertaining. And somehow, by miracle I hailed the cab my friends were in....odds were asrtonomical. I was walking back in freezing weather in a t-shirt (no pain thanks to vodka) and hailed their cab. Man, fucking crazy. Alright, hope you guys are having fun too. Wish you were here to party with me. BTW, smoked gonja Scottish style last night...pretty entertaining. L8r |
| Thursday, January 24th, 2002 | |
| 2:24 pm | Hey Tom Bombadil! Tom Bombadillo! Now approaching the 3 week mark in Caledonia. It is slowly growing on me. I am now the last American hold out in my hall. All the others from my group moved to dorms closer to campus. I think I am the only one that hangs out with Brits now, all the other Americans spend most of their time with the other Americans. I have kind of fallen in with a group much like you guys in Bama. A little touch of goth, metal and industrial....almost feels like home. Last night we watched 3 movies in a row and stayed up late. Somehow we got on the subject of the meaning of life for about 5 minutes then went back to talking about mundane shit when severely drunk Scots came crashing through the door. Rather amusing. I haven't been depressed or too sad yet, but I suspect a few months into this I will really feel withdrawals from home. At least I will get a chance to see family over Easter when they come to Europe. Classes are still lite. I only go on M, W and F. None of my classes start before 12pm. Yay for me! I am not used to having to give presentations in all my classes though. Makes me paranoid. I am still reeling from a program on Channel 4 that we watched the other day: Designer Vaginas. They used the phrase "tightened vaginas" and "loose vaginal lips" way more than anyone ever should. I must say the Scots can be very ribald when they get into the spirit. I was stunned by an enthusiatic conversation on the smell of semen carried on by the men and women who are often in the common room. Ah well. Cheers! P.S. Is the name Johnny Smallberries taken? Current Mood:  amused |
| Thursday, January 10th, 2002 | |
| 4:41 pm | Greetings from Glasgow I don't want to here any more of you people bitching about school or how cold it is or how much you have to walk. Now I know what Mr. Reverendbrap was dealing with over here in Glasgow, but apparently I just have to walk way more than he did. So I am staying in one of the better dorms provided by Glasgow, only the downside is that I am 3 miles from campus....meaning I have to walk an hour everyday or hop a bus. All you assholes need to appreciate your autos! I only just yesterday got access to computers cause I had to wait on a matriculation card. My classes so far are: Celts, Oppida and Princely Graves Picts and the formation of Alba Celtic Civ Viking Movements Archaeology of NW Europe. Its always cold and wet here and I am constantly encountering smells I can't describe (some good, some disgusting). I now appreciate America's general odorlessness. People are nice and hard to understand on occasion....about like the usual African-American on the intercom at a McDonald's. Food here is alright, can't complain yet.....oh it is more expensive though. I paid $3.25 US for a glass of beer last night and cigarettes are $6 a pack or more. There are a surprising number of southerners here. Me and a guy named Patrick from UA, a girl from Auburn who is in my dorm, a girl from Birmingham and a girl from Tuscaloosa. More later I suppose. Current Mood: awake |
| Wednesday, December 26th, 2001 | |
| 3:45 pm | Corporate Co-opted Seasons Greetings! I hope the lord Mithras has blessed you all on this fine occasion. Things are ok with me....just preparing to leave everything I know behind in approximately a week. My brain was severely fucked with last night when I watched Momento. I lay awake in my bed for hours just thinking about it. It got to me even more because my grandfather suffered from the same illness for a few years before he passed away. I've had to see that and the effects of Alzheimer's on my grandmother. I want to die young and healthy. Four days of family was ok. I dislike holiday food though...tastes too bland and its mostly funky southern dishes that I can't stomach. I got to see my new baby cousin...a little redhead. He likes trucks. My amateur geneaologist cousin paid a visit. While transcribing a gargantuan chunk of the family tree I found out about an ancestor from the 1600's who was a Prussian soldier that desserted(sp?) from the Prussian army and through all kinds of kooky hijinx made it to Maryland. Then there was the ancestor who was shot in the leg at Shiloh fighting for the Confederacy. Several times portions of his leg were cut off due to gangrene. He was on his way home, knowing that his survival chances were slim. He made it back to say his goodbyes and died 3 weeks later. Then we got a call and were told one of our relatives, whom I have only met a few times despite our close proximity, has died of something unusual at age 19....the fucking day before fucking Christmas!!! The same thing happened last year to my 25 year old cousin. Makes one wonder..... On the mildly cheery side of things I got a sweet portable CD player for Xmus. You can wrestle and the bastard won't skip at all. I also got a cool gift from my sister. Its a big dragon egg with a baby dragon popping out of it. Most everything else was thermal this or that for Scotland. I think I will invent thermal taint warmers and make millions. Current Mood: blankCurrent Music: Hearts of Space |
| Thursday, December 6th, 2001 | |
| 6:15 pm | Yada, yada So how was my weekend and where was I you may ask? Well, let me splain....no that take too long...let me sum up: no money + no car = no fun Round about Friday evening of last week the best laid plans of mice and Ryan gang aglay as they aft do. I sat around twiddling my pud for the weekend. While sploring the net I found this. THE VULVA SONG OF INANA I am lady I who in this house of holy lapis praying in my sanctuary say my holy prayer I who am lady who am queen of heaven let the chanter chant of it the singer sing of it and let my bridegroom my Dumuzi my wild bull delight me let their words fall from their mouths o singers singing for their youth their song that rises up in Nippur gift to give the song of god I who am lady sing to praising him the chanter chants it I who am Inana give my vulva song to him o star my vulva of the dipper vulva slender boat of heaven new moon crescent beauty vulva unploughed desert vulva fallow field for wild geese where my mound longs for his flooding hill my vulva lying open and the girl asks: who will plough it? vulva wet with flooding of myself the queen who brings this ox to stand here "lady he will plow for you" "our king Dumuzi he will plow for you" o plow my vulva o my heart my holy thighs are soaked with it o holy mother. |
| Wednesday, November 28th, 2001 | |
| 12:26 am | When there's no more room in hell...... the dead will walk the earth... Initially there were only a few but the noise of our gunfire began to awaken more of them. Gaping mouths, covered in dark blood let out chilling moans as the animated corpses shambled towards us. Soon the streets were overflowing with a horde of walking dead. Every second saw another path of escape cut off. Every second saw them draw closer.... Zombies!!!! A boardgame with all the fun of Diplomacy and Dawn of the Dead that's simpler than Monopoly. Where else can you chainsaw rotten, maggot-covered corpses? I got to play it over Thanksgiving. 6 hours of my time went to it in one night. You bitches only wish you could have had that much fun. In other news, Glasgow has accepted me so now I have to come down to fill out a housing form ASAP. This means I shall be drawn to Tuscapalooza Wednesday and Thursday. I shall endeavor to randomly visit people. I might even show up for a dance. Current Mood: chipperCurrent Music: Enya |
| Friday, November 23rd, 2001 | |
| 10:52 pm | mmmm......sacrilicious Fabulous secret powers were revealed to me the day I held aloft my magic sword and said.... But so anyway I decided to jump on Ms. Bone's wagon and do the mental problems test. Here are the results.... Disorder Rating Information Paranoid: Moderate Schizoid: High Schizotypal: High Antisocial: Moderate Borderline: Low Histrionic: Low Narcissistic: Moderate Avoidant: Moderate Dependent: High Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate I always knew I was schizo, and now this authentic online test proves it. And I decided to jump on the favorite music bandwagon. In no particular order: Front 242: Up Evil Faith No More: The Real Thing Rush: 2112 Primus: Frizzle Fry Bad Brains Frontline Assembly Enigma Skinny Puppy: Rabies Black Sabbath Synethaesia Boy, I shore did have fun watchin them starz fall on Alurbamur. |
| Tuesday, November 6th, 2001 | |
| 9:50 pm | glycophosphate and other songs to dance to I call architecture frozen music- Goethe I suppose that makes modern american utilitarian architecture frozen fart noises. So I just caught the episode of Trauma: Life in the ER in which Catherine Blumenthal of Vestavia has her gunshot wound painfully worked on. She handled it pretty well considering how many metal objects were shoved into her chest. They even showed her bloody tatas, but they were regrettably blurred out. Damn TLC! This weekend I finally got my fucking bookbag back only to find out some nutter stole my cell phone, Celts book and some candy. The only good thing is that they didn't take my sketch book. Needless to say, next time I smoke myself into an out of body experience I will find the fuck(s) who are responsible and go lay the kharmic smack down! I'd like to take this time to give a shout out to the Birfday boy Russell. I got a butthole massage with your name on it. Let me know when your ass hurts and I will come patch you up. P.S. The Mummy Returns wasn't really that good. Current Mood:  cynicalCurrent Music: Bad Brains |