Coop Reality

Academic roosters
Crowing proudly
Crests wobbling
With each cocky strut
Long, arching plumes
Of lauded credentials
Stained with the dust
Of straw and feces

Moved not by reason
But by hubris
Contemptuous in ignorance
Committed to the absurd
Kings of a narrow existence

Fat, complacent hens
Cluck their approval
Their world unchallenged
Their infertile eggs
Hidden safely beneath
Their stained feathers

Blind to the fences
Blind to the world
Content in scratching the ground
Scraping the surface
For artificial rewards
Oblivious to the width, breadth, and depth
Of the vast world beyond

They cannot fly
They cannot sing
They are not free
They cannot rise above what
They have made themselves to be

A Strange Truth

“Man can believe the impossible, but can never believe the improbable”

Oscar Wilde

I adore Oscar Wilde’s quotable-ness. I’m so glad we’re studying his stuff in English now instead of boring old George Eliot. :3

More Oscar Wilde quotes.

Gummy Bear Homicide

Today, In Bio my teacher put a gummy bear in a test tube with some liquified powder to see how when sugar breaks down it creates heat and light. What he didn’t mentioned was that it also makes a high pitched sound that sounded like a scream. I was disturbed that I witnessed a murder of an innocent gummy bear. MLIA

Thank you, MLIA, for making my day.

Today, I was looking through the bumper stickers application on Facebook and I came across this sticker that said “if Pinocchio said his nose was about to grow, what would happen?” This was by far the most fascinating thing I’ve read all year. MLIA

Yes, Thank You, Captain Obvious

And more…

“I got the last one, it’s your turn.”

Huzzah!

Night Bus

It was like I was in two worlds at once, riding the night bus. I looked out the window, and images from the lit city reflected on the glass from the opposite side, superimposing itself overtop of that which actually stood where my eyes fell. Here, a business center in a football field; there, a gas station overlapping a church. Car headlights shone from inside the burger joint. A pedestrian walked on the water of a small park pond. The streetlights had ghosts of themselves dancing beneath them.
Brilliance!
The surreality is briefly broken as the bus stops to let off a passenger. Awareness of reality returns as the overhead lights brighten the interior of the bus. It becomes so obvious that everyone is sitting in a box of metal, glass, and creaking plastic. The second world is obviously some tricks of light. The the doors close and the lights dim; it’s easy to exist in that alternate universe, the between place, once again.
The lights are more bewildering at night, but the colors less so. Everything is moving, or I am. Light and movement. That is all there is.
Is the soul in the reflection? The ghost of a car rushes along the glass towards us as the body rushes up from behind and passes. Is everything existing in more than one place? What if the world isn’t a logical, sane place. Maybe our souls are as fragmented and chaotic as the kaleidoscope of lights in the city night. With light as my transport, I am a world traveler; I have traveled unimaginable distances. I fear for my self. I am everywhere, so am I nowhere? I am lost in the deluge of color and movement and sound and light. What is there in a world without logic? Freedom. Anarchy. Chaos.

Entry 804

I guess I should do a real update; I haven’t done one in forever.
Overall, life’s not too bad. I’m not crazy about school. I have three bad teachers and one sorta-bad/mostly-irritating teacher this term, and I’ve just about decided that I’m done complaining about them. There’s nothing I can do about it, after all, so I might as well try to stay positive. And that’s another thing – I’ve been falling into pessimism again (although having just gotten through midterms, can I be blamed for that?) So I want to try to renew my more positive outlook. It’s just better that way.
Basically, school has just been keeping me busy. I have a ton of reading to do (most of which I’m not doing) and, as I mentioned, I just got through midterms. Well, almost through; I have a quiz this Thursday and a test Friday and I think that’s the last of it. I haven’t done anything for my correspondence course at all since I handed in Assignment 1 though, so I’ll have to crack down on that soon. However, since that course is super-interesting, I shouldn’t have any trouble getting through the readings and whatnot.
Other than that… I’ve just been hanging with friends when I can and then rping and gaming when I’m on my own. I’m almost done DragonQuest IV on the DS, and then I have a FF game that Nick lent me and Chrono Trigger after that. At this point, the DS is my prefered system. It’s sneakier, I think. I feel guilty when I go down to my PS2 and spend lots of time there. The DS I can just have on my lap on the bus or on the computer, and it’s like it doesn’t even happen… *shifty eyes* On the flipside, I really should beat some of the PS2 games that have been accumulating that I haven’t even started…
Anywho. Last weekend I basically just slacked off. I needed it, and it was wonderful. I did some reading for English and Psyc and that was it. Otherwise I watched Revenge of the Fallen and played SSB with Chad, then rped all Saturday, then went shopping Sunday (new clothes, yay! I now own hole-less jeans again. :3) Next weekend is Halloween… I dunno if I’ll be doing anything though. I am stoked for candy, however. :D
Looks like I’ll probably get to go to Vegas for Christmas. I am muy excited. I’m starting to get worried about the piggy-bank though…
Um… that’s all I can think of for now. Later!

Stupid Norms

Today, on MLIA:

Today, I realized that if you tilt your head back and put a tic tac between your lips and blow gently you can make it levitate. Guess what I spent my entire physics class doing? MLIA

I really want to try this. Unfortunately, I’m in the school library right now. Guess who’s trying this after school today?

Also, THE LAST PAGE OF THE INTERNET.

Warrior Plumbers

Good ones recently

The Darkling Thrush

Sometimes, I just need to read this poem. I’ve gotta say it’s probably my all-time favorite poem.

The Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
— Thomas Hardy