three times a year, finals roll around. each time, i am reminded that the sound of birds chirping after you’ve been awake the whole night is the sound of doom.

doom sucks. i hate doom. doom backwards is mood. finals put me in a bad one. i will spare you further doom anagrams since they’ll probably involve references to quasimodo.

and once every year, in the midst of all that doom, shines my birthday. screw my birthday, i’m going to study. we’re getting older all the time anyway…birthdays are just markers. at least this one will mark the beginning of my legal consumption of alcohol, but by now it’s lost its appeal. oh well, i’m sure peer pressure will reign supreme the friday after finals. be gentle!

just wanted to share my dead week depression. revel in it, people, revel!

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even a feeble prodding touch
will burn
an open wound
is difficult to hide.

i think i'm getting carpal tunnel in my right index finger. stupid mouse cord that's too short to reach a comfortable position =(

i read this article the other day about how navel piercings are one of the piercings that are most likely to be rejected. if it's good for two months, i shouldn't have to worry, right? getting all paranoid. haha.

life's blah. it's dead week, which is never truly dead. only thing special about it is the nightly primal scream: at midnight, people scream like they're being murdered "to relieve stress." a couple seconds later, someone always yells, "shut up!" ah, stanford.

on another tangent, i really like words. it's amazing how some arbitrary letters and/or sounds can evoke so many different feelings or images, despite language being imperfect...terministic screens and all that jazz. but anyway, i just wanted to thank bea. rooming with you has made me more...poetic and expressive =) and i love being your thesaurus. haha. i was reading over some of my old and newer poems...and the newer ones are much, much better. always drafts and never final though...that's how i like it. it's nice to think that you can always improve.

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"Hey Pretty" ~Poe

well it's three am, i'm out here riding again
through the wicked winding streets of my world
i make a wrong turn, brake it, now i'm too far gone
i got a siren on my tail and that ain't the fine i'm looking for

i see a stairway so i follow it down
into the belly of a whale
where my secrets echo all around
you know me now, but to do better than that
you've got to follow me
boy, i'm tryin' to show you where i'm at

hey pretty
don't you wanna take a ride with me
through my world?
hey pretty
don't you wanna kick and slide
through my world?

well i've got a mind full of wicked designs
i've got a nonstop hole-in-my-head imagination
i'm in a building that has two thousand floors
and when they all fall down
i think you know it's you they're fallin' for
i can't forget i am a sole architect
i built the shadows here
i built the growl in the voice i fear
you add it up, but to do better than that
you've got to follow me
boy, i'm tryin' to show you where i'm at

hey pretty
don't you wanna take a ride with me
through my world?
hey pretty
don't you wanna kick and slide
through my world?
hey pretty
my pretty baby
rockin' through my world
hey pretty
my pretty baby
rockin' through my world

hey now
can't you feel me longing?
hey now
can't you feel me?

do you get the gist of this song now?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DEB!
yay! deb is 21. dang. you old fart. kidding =) I LOVE YOU. debra is so cool. she is a good friend. i want to do her. i mean...crap, did i really type and publish that? no, really, i can't imagine what life would be like without derbadingking. let's just say not that many people from msj would appreciate my brand of humor (sometimes) as much as she does. besides, she's known me since junior high--witnessed the glasses, braces, bangs, clutz attacks, and fashion disasters. i'm amazed she still admits to being my friend. well...fortunately, she missed the perm fiasco (although cher didn't...i'm surprised she admits to knowing me). sorry, digression. deb is one of the best friends a girl could ever have, and you know she'll always give it to you straight (and if you're lucky, maybe she'll throw in some tact ;-) you are so getting trashed next week.

had a good time at deb's get-together on saturday night. deb, you need to make more friends and stop borrowing david's. =D kidding. too much testosterone though. all the girls are elsewhere. sorry i was so tired for some reason, buddies. i woke up for a while, though, right?

uh...no further urge to blog. just wanted to wish deb a happy birthday. have a good one, kiddies.