A Poem

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I haven't written you

in quite a while,

But it is necessary to think

in order to:

Write something with style.

I wish there could be

Some free time for me,

but there ain't none

Homework

It's late. I'm procrastinating (but what else is new). And I have a 1 1/2 page page paper (in Japanese, nonetheless) due tomorrow at 9:30 in the morning.

So tonight, ladies and gentlemen, the superpowers of procrastination and studiousness (yes, that's a word) have combined forces in bringing you, the viewer, an inside look at my unfinished Japanese composition ( 作文　 in the "biz"; sakubun for you laymen)!

"Where does me being studious fit into all of this?" you may ask (and I'll tell you).

I need to post my composition, so I can, in turn, use a Micr*soft 1nternet expl0rer toolbar, specifically designed to translate Japanese words on webpages, to help me read over my essay, so I don't have to keep looking in my notes for words that I have forgotten.

The procrastination part? I'm just now getting to what I set out to do:

*click.click.Ctrl-A.CTRL-C..click..[asterisk].Enter.Enter.CTRL-V.*

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日本語の作文
１月３１日２００６年

６３６字

欲望の城という短編小説の作文

この短編小説は二人の男が通勤のバスの中でよくいっしょになるのについて面白い文学作品だ。ある朝、語り手は注意を引く乗客と話した。話話した後で、乗客は語り手に毎晩同じ夢を持っているのについて言った。この夢は重大な社会の含意があった。
夢のことでは誰もを出かけなくて入れない部屋に彼だけがいる。初めは部屋に心の休まる気分だったが、時間が経ったら、夢のことはもっと複雑になった。部屋で現れた飾り窓の中に机と椅子と電気器具などいろいろなものがあり、彼は買いたいでも買えなかった。
しかし、すぐ後で全て欲しい品物は夢の部屋の中で現れてくるらしいだが、これはいい経験ではない。数日後で、夢の部屋のドアと窓を開かなくて困っていたら、彼は「眠るのがこわい」と言った。
初めは、彼は自分だけのために城という場所が欲しい。語り手もだ。でも、

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Thought for Today...

Ever have one of those events that change your perspective on life forever? Some of these events you know exactly when they are going to happen (i.e. - becoming a teenager, finishing school for good, etc.) . Other events, you know that they are or will likely happen (i.e. - getting married, dying, etc.). And then there are those events that happen when you least expect them. The cool thing about these spontaneous events is that it doesn't even have to be a huge event. It could be a stranger's smile or stress caused by last minute studying for a final exam. Well, recently I feel like I've been having a lot of those sponteous, perspective-changing experiences but there has been no specific, noteworthy event to attribute to this (Not to say that there is nothing noteworthy in my life).

I feel like I could go on about this, but it would just be a long ramble.

A Problem of Motivation

Ever feel like your life is standing still? Not in freeze frame sort of way, but nothing is happening. And things are generally going great, but there is a voice ringing in your ears saying, "So what? There are no guarantees."

In Limbo

There are so many things I need and want to do, but the moment I try to do them, they become unbearable or of little interest. I want my life in better order, but let's see if I want it enough to actually do it.

Thank you, Thank you...

I'd like to thank you for coming out. Those fans of you, who are second viewers to my blog... And I hate to keep an audience waiting...

"Well, it feels good to be back in Boston...yea..."

Okay, well I wonder if anyone else gets that joke, but..okay...

Not much to say, but nothin's better than somethin'...

So here's my thought for the day:

Listen to Death.

Writer's Block: Part I

[Okay, well what to say, what to say, what to say...]
[Its weird having a lots of great ideas, and then start a blog, and then get writer's block. Oh Well. Let's give this a try:]

Life is beautiful, and I can say this even as I listen to metal (Soilent Green). Hmm...Well, now that I think of it, maybe I'll listen to something more life-is-beautiful-ically(sp?) sounding.
*pondering*
Obituary will do.

Yes. Simply beautiful.

Lyrics of the Day

Hopefully
My Morning Jacket
At Dawn

I wont ask you where you're goin.

I wont ask you where you been.

I know after a million times you get sick of all my lines,

But I just wanna see you safe again.

Hopefully it occurs to me that there's one thing I cant stand.

That's the thought of a single day, without your head in my hand.

I know that just now I aint been showin,

The kind of love you know that I can.

So gimmie a little time and you'll be knowin your good lovin

Baby is back on top again.

I always hoped you'd be showin,

And now you've shown as much as you can.

But after each time im still glowin

With a good lovin smile that's yours until the end.