In case you're wondering at this point of your readership, yes, I will continue to put random and mundane stuff in here. Read it or... or don't read it. Alright, so my slogans aren't at the mountainous peak of their potential witticity right now.
Still cloudy outside, but it makes for a different sort of walk in a Saturday mid-afternoon. A group and I found an neat creek and lake (somewhat near the same aforementioned friend's house), then some people got their respective senses of direction mixed up and nearly disregarded my impeccable directions.
We managed to all get home in one piece (well, one piece per person, I guess), though. Except for that unidentified creature we found among the shotgunned debris of the refrigerator and appliance cart (no joke), which was reduced to detached skeletal members by the time we found it... We carried the bones home in somebody's hat for later perusal. ...It was one weird walk. The forest we were in would have looked like a wasteland on the sunniest day of springtime, and the aqueous stuff was opaque and brown in true North Carolinian fashion. We would've crossed the creek, but there were no fallen trees we were sure of, and it being wintertime, the water was rather cold, and us being made of warm, pulsating, slimy flesh, we didn't want to get hypothermia and stop pulsating.
I just noticed that using "aqueous" and "opaque" in the same sentence sounds totally cool. W3rd.
There seems to be somewhat of an issue with negative feedback. The one person I know of besides myself who has viewed this site has provided naught but disparaging comments on my (so what if it's stupid) insistence on putting the word "stream" in more or less everything on this blog. Part of me wants to say: Hey! Whose blog is this, again? And the other part wants to admit: Yeah, I was planning on changing that. There's a third part of me, too, I think, but it's lurking sullenly behind my hypothalamus and no amount of neurochemical coaxing seems able to persuade it to venture out into the rowdy frat party of my consciousness. Eh, reading too much into that last sentence would probably be a very bad idea.
School tomorrow... sigh.
I managed to glimpse a few stars tonight before the clouds moved back in; Orion hung in the sky as he has for thousands of years, but I don't think I'd noticed before now that he has a sword as well as a belt and basic appendages.
Such tiny points of light, and still their power is such that they outlast every human - every human, each of whom came selfishly bawling into this world without the barest knowledge of death - and deny us the right to see their present, their now, and instead only allow us to see them as they were when our oldest ancestors fell into the dust.
The stars do not die easily, but do they ever know love, anger, lust, friendship, hope, or wonder? Would the stars look across the centuries and envy me?
Is that why watching the stars makes me so sad?
posted on Saturday, March 01, 2003
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