Friday, December 31, 2010

A Continuation

[Insert beginning here] It’s hard to start things. This year has not been one of beginnings, or endings, but rather of changes. A continuation, if you will. My relationships with the people around me have changed, in some cases drastically. My relationship with school has gotten more…complicated. She’s a tough mistress. I’ve moved into a long term relationship with Tech Crew. She’s a bit time consuming and demanding, but well worth the time. A, hopefully, life long love affair with writing has blossomed and I love it. Overall, a very interesting year. Wishing a happy and wonderful and eventful year to all!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

“Count Vorkosigan, sir?”

I once heard a line that really stuck with me: You humans choose the oddest things to invest your emotions in. Animals. Inanimate objects. Fictional characters. We get attached to these things, even though they might not feel anything or even exist outside of the pages of a book. It can be wonderful to get attached to these people, feel like we know them better than ourselves. But it can be horrible to have them ripped away from us. For anyone who reads the Vorkosigan Universe and hasn’t finished CryoBurn, stop reading now. I recently finished a book in which one of my favorite characters dies. It was astonishing to me because he was one of those people who seems indestructible. He will be missed greatly. It is a weird type of loss. Until that final page, he continues to exist and live and thrive. I can always go back to other books and spend time with him. But I will always know that in the end, he dies. In a way, it’s an interesting microcosm for life. In the end, we all die. But until then, we live breathe and thrive. The difference is that fictional character exist for eternity. They face a different type of death.

Sorry, this got kind of morbid. The point is: it sucks when a character that you love dies, but you can always go back and relive moments with them over and over again.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The Traveler's Dilemma

We are transients
Never finished
Wanting to push onward
It is our nature

One day uprooted
Moving on to something
New and incomplete
We pack our bags

Journeys endless
Always searching
Never finding home
Lost and never found

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Friday, December 17, 2010

Wise Beyond Our Years

Well, I’ve got some extra time in AP Gov (our teacher is out and I finished 50 minutes early), so I figured I’d make some use of it. It’s a bit weird, this is the time year when most people are incredibly busy and have no down time. Now, I’m not saying I’m not really busy and have so little time, but I have more free time now than I’m use to. I’ve had time to write, sleep, and even watch videos on the internet. That never happens! But it’s been nice, especially as Christmas rolls around, to have a little more time to myself. I really need it. You’ll probably hear a lot from me in the next few days. I’ve been listening to a lot of music lately. I don’t know why. (It’s not Christmas music, just in case you care.) But anyway…

History allows us to become wise beyond our years
Dr. Reilly

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Untitled, For Now...

Patience, it is often said
is a virtue. Lacked by many
who know little of
life. Wasted and swept away
by the tide. Of progress pushing
the world forward.

What are we to do if all we can do is look forward?
What are we to do if all we can do is fall behind?
What are we to do?

Sorry for trying to get deep. I'm sitting around my computer waiting for a DVD to finish burning and felt the need to spew something down. But now it just looks a bit preachy. Eh, it can stand. But junior year continues its inexorable grind onward, and we run or are swept underneath. Highlights: I got a new phone that doesn't turn itself off every two minutes. Christmas coming. SAT scores on Tuesday. A fun week ahead. Not looking forward to American Studies presentation or Calc test, but what are you gonna do? Well, sorry if this has been a complete waste of your time.

I'd rather read, come back later.
Her smile gave his life meaning.
If it's love, it is really?
It's been one of those days…

Sunday, December 12, 2010


he smiled
they thought he was happy
he thought he knew joy
It started small
but oh did It grow
before his eyes, even, did It grow
soon he didn't know what to do with It
he thought he could ride along
not worrying about It
It would all work out
now he's not sure
what It's going to do to him

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


He slides slowly into bed, bones aching from the toils of the day.
She lays down on the couch, head resting near the empty bottles.
They huddle close together, as the wind blows against the thin walls.

He flips off the lights and dives deep into his mass of covers.
She puts down her book and rolls over into sleep.
They fall close, and speak softly of their day.

He walks the streets, looking for a place to rest his head.
She stares at the screens, with six hours to go.
They drive on, blinded by approaching headlights.

And he rose, sunlight creeping through the windows.
And she rose, her head hammering.
And they rose , heading out for another day.

Thursday, December 2, 2010


I contradict myself. Okay then? So what?
An apology for not writing. I've been very busy. (Mentally)

Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.
Blaise Pascal