Welcome To The Machine

Well, today I finished the last of my exams for the term. Calculus. It's okay, I hate you too, Calc.

Having said that, I don't think I did too badly. In fact I'm holding out that my one theory for trig identities wasn't total bull, and that I may possibly get Merit! Woo! But then I remember that it's calc, and the Hopes and Dreams I have of that crumble before my very eyes, like the crumbs of a dilapidated biscuit rolling over the edge to a carpety death.

In other Related news, recently I was told that I have a passing resemblance to an actor whom I admire much. It's not the first time I've been told this, but I think it now warrants a little fame of its own. Because. Also, Dad agrees, haha.

Of course, the two and a half of you that have managed to find yourselves to this page may already know which actor I'm lookin' alike (and the picture might be a bit of a give away!) Yes. It's Edward Norton. And I like it!

I haven't been to soccer for the last two weeks, but I've heard rumour that we may have won our previous game on Saturday! If that is true, it means we'll have had our first win of the season! If we didn't win... well... there's always next week.

Wish You Were Here

Sometimes it’s easier to forget something that no longer exists, than to let go of something that never did.

We are so often consumed by our own inner turmoil that we don’t want to see the truth of the matter, and in some cases, we never see the truth. We try our hardest to make it real, to make it tangible, but it’s a futile effort in the end, if the only tangible truth is that you think it’s real.

If it’s only our own thoughts that have basis in reality rather than events themselves, we are deluding ourselves. Only leading us further into the depths of despair and inky darkness that may be impossible to find our way out of.

We can become so attached to the idea we have created that we don’t want to face the reality of the situation. We don’t want to accept anything but that which is ours.

When we are so immensely immersed in our created vision our only chance is to wake up each day and hope that the vision has dissolved entirely.

Ridin' The Storm Out

There's been a whole lot of nothing going on recently. Or at least a whole lot of nothing that I think isn't important or interesting enough to post about. Kinda like this, actually.

I've recently been studying for slightly extended periods of time for exams, but in vain. I know I'm not doing particularly good, but I tell myself that I can't get much worse. I always feel a bit better when I think that. In a similar way, I felt better when I stumbled upon the Scary Washing Machine yesterday. I pity those of you who know not of what I speak. But not so much so that I will do something about it.

In other news, for most of the last week or so, I've been waking up at approximately 3.30a.m. I hope that doesn't mean there's a mean spirited rotfang conspiricist-faerie after me... I better start keeping an eye open just in case.

Maybe, if a I live life at least a quarter mile at a time, I'll be able to post more often and leave you with more than just the twisted nothingness of my mind.