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Explanation (Read: Excuse?)

Yesterday I walked six and a half miles in under two hours, and decided during said trek that I wasn't going to do standard blog posts this week. Poetry up in this muhfuggah.

All That Will Be Left Is Us

My thumb hurts. It was recently that I discovered this, but I feel it may have been this way for some time. Obviously, I do not know why it is. I may try to figure it out, but I may not as well. For isn't a bit of mystery good for us? Even if it's just something simple like a minor, unexplained pain. Sure, it could be uncomfortable (pain, specifically), but I at least like not knowing some things. The larger the scale, the more intriguing I find it, and the more drawn I am.

I suppose this may be why death so fascinates mankind. An eternity of darkness, pain, light, joy, nothingness, fulfillment, sadness, what have you. It is the ultimate unknown, and it comes to each of us as it wills. Some find their solace in religion, others in science, others in nothing. But when we reach the end, each and every one of us, we tremble. We are shaken by the magnitude of what is about to happen, we revel in the ending of these days, we cry out for something. Whether those things be in fear, elation, or vain, is up to you.

Falling, Falling, Falling

Three days in a row? This is getting stupid (and by this I mean I, and by is I mean am).

Yesterday was a day of people. First, my partner for my oral exam and I went to the EMU to practice. We ended up just talking for a good hour and a half, and of course getting no practice in. We left the EMU and went to Hunky Dory, a smokeshop on 7th and Lincoln, where I bought a pipe and some White Burley tobacco. It smells like vanilla. And tobacco.

Later, after we had parted ways and gone to our respective homes, Jaime called me and I had dinner with him and two of his friends, James and Blake. That's probably the most offensive I've been in quite some time. Jaime made couscous, palenta, and a salad. All were, as per usual, quite good. Blake messed around with the settings on Jaime's keyboard, and found one with an inordinate amount of sexual moaning. At this point, he decided that he would use this setting to create an audio porno. He was wished luck by none.

Gone Away Again

I should really get back on the ball. This has been two days in a row I'm late. Now sure, you could point out the fact that not only is my readership minute, but that I don't really say much with these things anyway. But I made a goal dammit. A goal to write minimum of one blog a day until the end of the year, and I plan to stick to it.

Apparently in the morning yesterday I missed Chris by just fifteen minutes. I wake up at 7:15, so doing the very easy math brings it to Chris having gone to sleep at 7:00. That boy should really get on a normal sleep schedule, or at least a less abnormal one. Like mine. Now granted, I've been staying up until roughly 1:00 or 2:00 every morning and getting up at, as earlier mentioned, 7:15, but did you know that recently a genetic mutation was discovered in some people that makes it so that they require only six hours of sleep as opposed to the standard eight?

I doubt I have that mutation.

It Asked For Wrinklefish

I got two things yesterday. First was my electric bill, which came to $37.92, a good $3 under the average. The second was my signed first edition copy of Only Revolutions, Danielewski's sophomore effort. Yes, I know there's no reason to own that. But guess what? I do anyway. So HA.

Something that I very much recommend everyone do at some point is watch TV while listening to classical music. Last night we watched Dirty Jobs and an episode of Nova while listening to Four Seasons, and a while it back it was a show about Woodstock with Serenade For Strings. Things will match up, and it is far too much fun.

Also speaking of getting new things, my partner for the oral exam in french keeps changing. Not through any thought on the part of my partners, but the fact that my teacher keeps changing the groups. I think it's solid now though. Apparently we will be having an oral exam every Friday until the end of the term.

Yes, this is late. Speaking of late things, I should get going. My bus gets here pretty soon.