2001-12-13 - 11:15 PM
Resilient Resolve And Resonance (Stabbed Entry)
It's 5:07 AM right now - I can't sleep. Insomnia's not really a bitch though, when you've found something productive to pass the time with. Donna needed help with an essay - so I decided to help her out, rewording and revising, squeezing out about five-hundred more words of bullshit for her, all while proofreading it. I know it's not as drastic as somebody writing a WHOLE paper for you, but it's pretty up there, considering the fact that I hadn't read the works (well, I did in high school, but one forgets shit like that).
A few hours ago, I completed Catcher In The Rye - yet again. That has to be the umpteenth time I've read that book, and the book just seems to never lose its zing. It's got mucho zing, with mucho staying power. I guess, perhaps, it appealed to me especially this particular time, because lately, I've been thinking much like Holden Caulfield. His views about schools, phonies, the country out West, the whole lot of it - they're very me. The ending just kills me - the last two lines are so great, but I won't quote them; I wouldn't want to ruin it for any Catcher In The Rye virgins out there (I'm sorry, Michael).
But yeah, Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger - if you haven't read it, READ IT!
And on to more pressing matters...
Ever wonder why Ziggy doesn't wear pants? I think it's goddam revolting, if ya ask ME. HAHA! I kid...I kid. I'm such a loser sometimes, I'm not even funny to myself. I can't even fake the right laugh to myself to make me even feel better. That's how much of a loser I am. But that's okay, since I know I'm not alone, wading on the loser side of the pool. In my opinion, I rather think that the loser side of the pool is the deep end anyways. I mean, how many winners are there in the world? See, I really think that the loser end of the life seesaw happens to be forever ground-touching. And because I realize this, let us put the proverbial diadem on my head, shall we? <=0P Yeah, I'm a big loser.
"Every morning, you walk outside of your front door and into the world, the sun warming your face. It happens every day, you walk out and greet this warmth, that's snugly holding you tight, cradling you in the sunshine that can make people cry. Until one day, you walk outside of that same front door and into the same world, and the cold hits your face. This is when your eyes clear. This is when you realize, you've been cold this whole time."
^ That's just a random quote by moi that I use for my away message, just thought I'd share it with you since I don't think I have much to say right now. At least, not much is on my mind, surprisingly - although, to speak out on my behalf, it IS 5:30 in the morning. Right about now should be the time my Lola gets up for a cup of tea. Right about now would be the time I'd get up in grammar school. Right about now is the time my parents are getting up also, to head out for work.
*yawn*
You know what, my avid online readers? I think ol' Morpheus has come to greet me hello and take me deep into the heart of Slumberland. My insomnia is wearing off like a full-on hangover. So, yes. Somebody call the police. Somebody call 911. Somebody call for a requiem - I'm about to kill this entry.
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