Let us form for ourselves then a circle; a cylinder. 
Let us carve for ourselves a circle from the crust of the earth; a flat earth for ourselves.
Let us come freely into this space and let us freely depart from it. 
But while we persist within it let this space dictate our motions and our desires; the sacredness of this space is the law to it. 
But let not thou heart be bound by these hours to this space. 

"What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.'"

— Nietzsche, The Joyful Wisdom

A note at the end of my "World View Revision/Reflective Essay" for S.K.S.
(which, I feel it should be noted, is only worth 5% of my total grade for the class)
from Dr. A. H.

Even as I write this note to encourage you to develop these ideas more thoroughly (i.e. write more) I am confident my words will meet with resistence. Let me just say this, to fulfill the expectations of this assignment, you need to be willing to open up more. Do with this what you will.

Now, I ask you, does that sound like a not-even-bothered-to-be-veiled-threat or am I being paranoid?
Also, are the ideas that I have included in my essay undeveloped (confused, leave the reader hanging, etc) or does she simply want me to "write more"?
Finally, if this is truly a reflective essay of my world view and my college experience aren't I entitled to deal with that subject as intimately or impersonally as I desire? Further, what right does one human being (especially one in a position of power) have to force another to divulge the inner working of their developmental process/person?
Faithful readers, I am asking you to weigh in.

I have done so many things.
And so few of them have anything to do with my exams. 
Woe is me?

Your Hair Should Be Red

Passionate, fiery, and sassy. You're a total smart aleck who's got the biggest personality around.

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

I got this the first time; I swear I wasn't even trying for any particular color.
Also, I feel I should apologize for the quantity of blogthing recently. Don't know why, but yeah. . .

You Are Apple Green

You are almost super-humanly upbeat. You have a very positive energy that surrounds you. And while you are happy go lucky, you're also charmingly assertive. You get what you want, even if you have to persuade those against you to see things your way. Reflective and thoughtful, you know yourself well - and you know that you want out of life.

What Color Green Are You?

So Now, I got apple green. I don't know which one is more true. Any opinions?

The sky is huge. 
It looks like it could eat me. 
I wish that it would;
Then I wouldn't have to think about 
"I"

If I could find myself dead or in a bodycast by 6pm that would really be a wonderful thing. 

I feel the need to confess, so here goes, 
I think having lots of children is something the masses do (hence they are the masses :P) and not something educated, classy people do. 
LOL. 
It's true. 
Please don't throw rocks at me [or rotten fruit]

Podcasts are fantastic! :) Yay for getting "Meet the Press without having to get up early on Sunday! 

You Are Mint Green

Balanced and calm, you have mastered the philosophy of living well. Your friends seek you out for support, and you are able to bring stability to chaotic situations. You're very open and cheerful - and you feel like you have a lot of freedom in life. Your future may hold any number of exciting things, and you're ready for all of them!

What Color Green Are You?

Milosevic is dead. 

And no, I don't know what that means for my senior thesis. 

But it does mean that the RSS feed that I was meaning to set up for him on Friday afternoon is pretty much pointless. 

Thank you to those of you who texted me to inform me. I actually ended up finding out from news.google several hours later because I had been taking a nice long nap and not paying any attention to my phone. But thanks all the same. 

"The bottom of being is left logically opaque t us, as somthing which we simply come upon and find, and about which (if we wish to act) we should pause and wonder as little as possible." William James, "The Sentiment of Rationality" 

"For my own part, I have also a horror of being duped; but I can believe that worse things than being duped may happen to a man in this world. . . " William James from "The Will to Believe" 

In a weird way getting this laptop is like getting my own apartment; only in cyberspace. 
strangeness, but in a good way. 

  I am tired. And so I shall go to bed. Even though I don't want to. 

When is the quarter over? 

I've changed my mind, I'll go to Hawaii! (not that you ever read this *sniff*). 

Arientte by BrightEyes

The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets, and they will sell them for nothing a cheap watch or locket that kind of gold washes off.
The sad act like lepers, they stick to the shadows and long to ring bells of warning to tell of their coming so that the pure can shut their doors.
The angry areanimals senseless and savage. They act without order in logical lapses, they stain their mouths with blood.
So take my hand, this barren land is alive tonight.
The corn has grown stalks thatform a wall too high. The wind carries sounds that I can't see from beyond that line. Then thestalks begin to sway oh stay with me Arienette until the wolves are away.

The wicked are vultures, they bake in the canyons. They circle in sunlight and wait for their victims to collapseand call to them.
The desperate are water. They will run down forever and soak into silence to just end up together in some dark and distant place.
So don't leave me here with only mirrorswatching me.
This house it holds nothing but the memories. And the moon it leaves silver but never sleep. And then the silver turns to gray so stay with me Arienette until the wolves are away.

Morning comes. I am an ordinary happy and with it a calm that exists and persists, because I ordained it. And for no other reason.
Mid-morning walk and I'm listening to Jewel, and some how I feel prettier simply because I occupy the same universe.
Memories of recent days flip in and out of my mind; wishing that I still wrote these things down. sea breeze through rolled down windows; waves through my dreams and songs on the radio from junior high; bleeding him backwards through my memory until one day he will become omnipresent [and then later gone completely?].
The sun is so bright and the sky so vertical and I see the Korean girls with the bangs so beautiful that it makes part of me hurt [the same part of me that hurts when I see something maimed?].
Classes and then more classes then finally the brief, frantic movements of individuals trying to be part of other individuals [but there are no other individuals; only symbols we place in our minds?].
Evening comes and I begin to wear thin. The world is too chaotic and I want to pull my hair out; for no reason. I am becoming cynically neurotic from mere exhaustion, but exhaustion from so many things that I don't know how to rest.
Go upstairs and there are ants all over my bathroom counter for no reason; for water.
Yet despite it all I find a calm, a calm that I ordain and that I am baptized by.