"Young lady! Young lady!
The road stretches yonder
Through hill and wet ditches
Through graves and night bridges
But never ye fear, your light will go on
Be wary the witches
The sickness through shadows
The night claims the noble
Without temper, ye shall not pass"
She grasped the torch
She pushed and she pondered
The long wood seemed endless
But the ledges are not steep
Over the villiage and through the wood
Beyond the land that no one knows
Lies a girl, in pose, white as snow
A frozen Madonna, a stone under moss
Forever, yet not.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I'm not sure where to start.
The point of this is simply to write. Write everyday, as much as possible, just to keep the habit going I find typing to be much more effective than writing. I love the feel of the pen gliding, and ink on paper, but the click of the keys and the feel of my hands making words, at least close to the time of my thoughts, is beautiful.
I highly doubt anyone will read this, but that doesn't matter.
Today was painful. I was exhausted, but it was another inconsequential day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Since school has started, my friends have been really wrapped up in school. I respect this because I've been doing well to stay caught up, but their workload is much harder and I'm the one with all the free time. So I find a lot of time to just lazy around. I've been doing much to get involved in school. Getting involved in the lit mag, the newspaper, my two jobs... yet I still feel empty.
What frustrates me is that when my friends finally get around to going out on the weekends, they spend copious amounts of time getting hammered. I'm not going to lie, I love a drink now and then, but not to the point where the lines between drunkeness and sobriety are so blurred that they are interwoven into a strange web. I'm hoping my friends start to realize how tired this routine is getting. Some of my friends are coming out of it.
I went through an anti-social phase. If I want to be technical I can call it an asocial phase, but either way, I was aversive to people. Not because I was repulsed by them, just because I needed to get back to me. And I did, but I found that when I was ready to come back to the world, the world wasn't ready for me. It wasn't all bad. Out of it, I'm finding that I can speak my mind more freely with less consequence of social stigma, but rather just say what I'm feeling, and let the words to the rest.
My boss is vastly becoming a tyrant. He is the type that absolutely cannot be questioned. Now I know what you are thinking: at 20, a young lady should not be so obsessed with office politics, but it's a volatile pendulum with this one. He is always trying these crazy schemes to fix things, but he ends up alienating everyone and making all the crew unsatisfied. It seems really meaningless but it drives me crazy. I'm not the type to just take things and not question authority, but I feel that the longer things go, the more trouble I am going to get into because my Hitler-esque boss can't stand when he's wrong.
That's about all I can write today.
So long from the middle
The point of this is simply to write. Write everyday, as much as possible, just to keep the habit going I find typing to be much more effective than writing. I love the feel of the pen gliding, and ink on paper, but the click of the keys and the feel of my hands making words, at least close to the time of my thoughts, is beautiful.
I highly doubt anyone will read this, but that doesn't matter.
Today was painful. I was exhausted, but it was another inconsequential day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Since school has started, my friends have been really wrapped up in school. I respect this because I've been doing well to stay caught up, but their workload is much harder and I'm the one with all the free time. So I find a lot of time to just lazy around. I've been doing much to get involved in school. Getting involved in the lit mag, the newspaper, my two jobs... yet I still feel empty.
What frustrates me is that when my friends finally get around to going out on the weekends, they spend copious amounts of time getting hammered. I'm not going to lie, I love a drink now and then, but not to the point where the lines between drunkeness and sobriety are so blurred that they are interwoven into a strange web. I'm hoping my friends start to realize how tired this routine is getting. Some of my friends are coming out of it.
I went through an anti-social phase. If I want to be technical I can call it an asocial phase, but either way, I was aversive to people. Not because I was repulsed by them, just because I needed to get back to me. And I did, but I found that when I was ready to come back to the world, the world wasn't ready for me. It wasn't all bad. Out of it, I'm finding that I can speak my mind more freely with less consequence of social stigma, but rather just say what I'm feeling, and let the words to the rest.
My boss is vastly becoming a tyrant. He is the type that absolutely cannot be questioned. Now I know what you are thinking: at 20, a young lady should not be so obsessed with office politics, but it's a volatile pendulum with this one. He is always trying these crazy schemes to fix things, but he ends up alienating everyone and making all the crew unsatisfied. It seems really meaningless but it drives me crazy. I'm not the type to just take things and not question authority, but I feel that the longer things go, the more trouble I am going to get into because my Hitler-esque boss can't stand when he's wrong.
That's about all I can write today.
So long from the middle
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