Currently Reading The Dragon Man (Inspector Challis Mysteries) By Garry Disher see related

Well, a month since I last updated, and I'm back on. I'm going to be moving all my web blogging efforts to livejournal within the next few days, though I might still get back on here occasionally.

Either alot has happened within the past month, or nothing has happened within the past month. Depends on what attitude I have. In the alot section....IB has been an interesting experience, my teachers are interesting, I'm finally gaining an understanding of Cookeville politics, and though I have no real friends yet I've obtained a place in the classroom, it just happens to be the place of the quiet girl who never says anything and likes weird stuff. Its a place I suppose. On the side of nothings happened...-_- *Crickers chirp in background*...my average day is school, homework, read/get online/take a walk, go to sleep. Association with humans? Who needs that? Not me.

So I've become highly interesting in a new anime/manga/novel recently. Its a real treasure, and I'm looking for translated copies of the original novels, though I doubt I'll find it. I've read the current manga and am finishing the anime series. If only more japanese literature itself was translated, and not just the manga....

Also, if any of you participate on Gaia, please tell me, I created an account on it and would be interesting in seeing who else is on.

I'll post my name of livejournal when I create it in case any of you use it too.

Oh yeah? And did I mention the lice that invaded our house and caused my hair to be chopped to above my shoulders? Yeah, well, that happened too. Technically still is happening, though we haven't a bug in several days. Ew. Death to all infesting insects.

Another rant. Beware.

....It's Tuesday. It's been four days. I wrote Sam a letter today, and am working on one for Miranda, and maybe Anthony if I can find his address. Actually, I need to find Miranda's address too. Could be a small problem. The weight's still there. I've had no time to recover, as I'm having to dive right into school. Going to that place every day and having no one to talk to except myself is slightly depressing, considering that everything I think about revolves right around to what I don't want to think about. But in a small way I don't want to meet anyone, and that'll probably keep me from doing so. Secluding myself, staying locked up in my own little world with school work, books, and internet to keep me company...it's cowardly, but appealing.

*bangs head on keyboard* IhatethisIhatethisIhatethisIhatethisIhatethisIhatethisIhatethisIhatethis. I hate this. This feeling. This knowledge. This desperation. The temptation to hitchhike to Florida or Atlanta, to get away from this. It's incredible. After three weeks of being away I don't know this town anymore, and give even less of a crap about it then I did before. Perhaps it's cold and cruel of me, but I feel no attachment to any of the people I've met so far. While I was gone it feels like my mind was wiped clean, and I realized alot of what I'd found here. People I could associate with. Real friends? At most one or two. The one I know is a friend is now in Chattanooga about to start college anymore, so I won't see her anyway. It's a different feeling then when I first moved here. It's like the knowledge that this is just a stopping point has sunk in and become a full reality, and I can act like it.

Perhaps the opinion that the last two years of high school aren't that important is a passing fancy, and soon I'll be dying for companionship, but right now it doesn't seem like it.

*tear* I miss you guys....all of you...GA....TiP.....wherever you might be.....my mind is in pieces but you are still in the center, a piece which cannot be moved but can be cut, sliced, diced, squashed, and grated in the most painful ways possible each time I look at my termbooks from both places. I found a quote on a website yesterday that said for graduated fourth years, August would be a month of people asking them constantly, "Who died?". I wish I could express that. I wish I could see each and every one of you again, hug you, and tell you how much you all mean to me. It's strange, how indeed, distance makes the heart grow fonder. Perhaps I am a fool.

Currently Reading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell: A Novel By Susanna Clarke see related

I'm back. Don't read any more unless you want to listen to me talk about TiP in a fashion some might find offensive. I still love you guys, but this is something important to me, and if reading about it will make you mad at me please don't.

So Bye-bye Miss American Pie, It's the end of the world as we know it, so lets Yatta, 'cause its something unpredictable, and in the end it's right......plus with a jump to your left, and a step to your right, all TiPsters do the Time Warp again. I know I had the time of my life.

The past three weeks have been awesome. No, awesome is a regular word. TiP almost requires that one create words, definitions, perhaps even souls themselves, for what is the meaning of TiP but the soul of us all, the llove we share? I know TiP is not perfect, I've had my share of unhappy happenings there, but...people support you in ways that simply aren't practical in the real world. I can near guarantee that if I went to the middle of a regular high school and sat down against a wall looking sad and depressed, they'd simply write me off as emo. In TiP I've done similar things, and you know what? People I didn't know stopped and asked if they could help me. They cared. At TiP I've actually been asked 'How are you?' by people I barely know and they cared about the answer. In my mind, thats a miracle.

Around my neck hangs an orange shoe lace with a small key on it, slightly worn with the activities of the past several weeks. Around my neck hangs a black ribbon with a red rhinestone cross, one stone missing, and the ribbon itself a bit out of place. Around my finger I wear a ring, three crystal flowers aligned, the originally black leaves missing their color.  Now, these are the objects themselves, yes, those are their physical attributes. But lets look closer, and examine what they really are.

Around my neck hangs accomplishment and loss, a symbol of the finality of life, of the end of something magnificent, something I will never regret. It is what I will carry with me in my heart forever. Around my neck hangs friendship, love, kindness, an arm around a crying friend, the sound of pure laughter. It is what I will carry with me in my soul forever. Around my finger I wear a promise, a tradition, a family, the pride I have in my fellowship. It is what I will carry with me in my mind forever.That is what I see.

But now it is over. I cannot go back. I have graduated, learned all I will learn as a TiPster, and have seen all I will see in those classes. That campus is no longer my Rivendell. The next 49 weeks will be filled with homesickness for TiP, but so will the next 49 weeks, and the next 49 weeks. I will never again kiss the Llama's star, or dance in the American Pie circle, or spin to The End of the World. This list could go on forever, and trust me, this genre of entry will be common over the next many weeks, but not tonight. The wound is too new, too fresh to willingly poke at it and rip it deeper, to cause more blood to gush.

What I have not lost is the lessons I have learned, and the people I hold dear. Miranda, Sam, Anthony, Alyssa, John, Callista,everyone I said good-bye to today, I will see you again. Whether it be by sneaking into the dance next year and suprising you guys, or by taking up a certain red head up on his free room and a dinner offer, things will occur. Promises of meeting will not be broken.  I am exhausted, as I am currently running on thirty minutes sleep within the past....38 hours. This will be continued tomorrow.  

Edit: Here's pictures http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y241/Edward_chan/TiP%202006-Fourth%20year%20pride/

I am at TiP currently, and have been for the past week and a day. It has been wonderful ^_^. My roommate is MIRANDA!!! (who is typing at the computer next to me) and Sam is totally across the hall from me, rooming with Alexis (who is the awesome toothfairy of hair flipping).  My class has been fun, I don't hate anyone in my class (and change from every other year) and the teacher is only mildly insane. Okay, maybe more then mildly. My TA is really shy though. 

 My RAG is wonderful (again, don't hate anyone in it), and my RC is kick butt. Jayme (my RC) was awesome enough to use Team Girl Squad as our symbol, and we have a giant Trogdor blow up in the hallway!! Hehehehe....

Last night was the baseball game, which no one ever watches (TiPsters watching a baseball game when we could be wandering around scaring people, hah, that's laughable). I ate some mediocre chinese food, and a really delicious snow cone, while me, Miranda, Sam, and Anthony wandered around with no point in mind.

New people I've met or gotten to know better.....

Anthony: An awesome guy me, Sam, and Miranda met within the first week. I almost feel sorry for him, as he's a math lover stuck on a campus of literature nerds. But whatever. He's been really cool so far, if a bit more logical than any of us are. I think I scare him a little bit, especcially last night after the baseball game when I went temporarily murderous. *evil laugh* And obviously he's been leaving encouraging messages under Zach's door, and I wouldn't be suprised if he left a few under his own door soon. Yepyep.

Matt: One of the three guys in my class, as Sam says..."I approve of his existance." He's also one of the few first years living in Alspaugh, the current fourth year dorm. o_O Wakes up as early as I do, which is rare, and watches TV every morning in the common room. Very odd sense of humor, a strange obsession with sticking duct tape over his mouth, and no common sense.

Alexis: As mentioned earlier, the fairy godmother of extremely blonde/brown/ebony/flaming red hair. She's a professional dancer, and is helping us choreograph 'Cell Block Tango', which we're doing for Lip Sync this year. Beat that manwhores >_>. (Note of a later date: This actual performance did not end up happening.)

I'll type more later, but alas, I must go to dinner at the moment.

Well, to be in synche with Marlena-dears America series, I shall post several random facts/stories about America's past each day. They will be odd, possibly disturbing, and sometimes humorous.

The first story for today features and governer of New York in 1702. He earns a place in the xanga of American looniness because of his fondness for wearing his wifes dresses and pouncing on other mens ears. Yes, other mens ears. Apparently his love of drag went even farther then that though, seeing as he wore a dress to his wifes funeral.

Did you know...that in puritan new England it was a crime to perform religious music?

George Washington could have once been prevented from freeing our country from the British because of a plate of peas. They had been poisoned, but thankfully the waitress serving them warned Washington and he dumped them out a nearby window.

Laws without logic (these laws may not apply anymore, but then again, they just might).....

It's a crime to give your sweetheart in Idaho a bx of candy weighting less than 50 pounds.

It's a crime to wear cowboy boots in Blyth, Calif. unless you own two cows.

It's a crime to kiss in Riverside, Calif. without wiping your lips with carbolized rose water.

And....Whenever two trains meet at a crossing in Texas, both of them must come to a full stop; then neither one may proceed until the other has gone.

....The U.S. is a little strange, don'cha think?