Subconscious Curiosities

I had a dream last night. I was at a movie theatre with either friends or family, and Gayathri was working the concessions stand, and got fired. She was walking by me, in tears, I asked her what happened, and she told me. I asked her what she was going to do afterwards, and she said something afterwards that I can't remember. So, I asked her out. And she was ecstatic. She kissed me. It was surreal. It was almost as though she were in my arms again.

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'Tis A Glorious Morn

To whomever hacked 4chan, thank you. That's all.

Viccisitude - Not What it Used to be

It's been a short while since I found myself here, but I yet again sit here wondering where I've gone astray. I have a bit of a problem. I have spent my days until now as a shockingly normal man, but these past few years, I've found it becoming more and more difficult to stay sane. And in my time on the internet, I've made a name for myself at quite a number of places; Another reason for nothingspace, of course. But one of the things that I am perhaps least vocal about is my abject hatred for this "Internet" place. It is repulsive.

Anyway, that aside, I've been a Goddamn wreck this past year. Folk don't know how hard it can be to be alone for so long. Well, one person does.

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What the Hell am I Doing?

I skipped all of my classes today. All of my remaining classes, that is. I should be studying, my book is sitting next to me here, and I'm not. Maybe I'll do it after this. And after ordering some pizza. Why am I updating instead of studying? I need to not fail my remaining two classes - Especially not Italian. Italian is killing me. I think it's time to start plowing through these last few weeks, yeah? Yeah. Let's do this thing.

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This Morn, She was all Mine

Tomorrow is yet another of my days - So often, we delude ourselves into thinking that we have an abundance of time here on this planet - when in reality - We have so little. My thoughts linger 'pon my significant other, and I can't break them. And I like that.

I wish not to speak on the mundane all too often, but I witnessed a murder this evening. No, not the literal kind. The World Series kind. I assume that many of you are not baseball fans, but for those of you that are, I'm certain that you all witnessed it as well. Tragedy for those Colorado chaps. Although I had the distinct feeling that the outcome would be what it was.

And yet one last thought for the evening - I seem to fancy myself typing in British English. Or, rather, that's what it sounds like in my head. Of course, I would imagine that most people type in whatever tongue they are native to, but it seems so difficult to pinpoint a person's nation of origin simply derived from what they type. But myself, I seem to hold true to my dreams. Odd, that.

God, I miss her.

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Oddities of Feeling

I had to withdraw from two classes today. Not because I'm doing badly at them (Which I am), but because I am putting relaxation, apathy, and not-work ahead of what I need to be doing. It's a miserable feeling. I should have been done with school four years ago, and here I am, still going - And nowhere closer to being finished, either. I don't understand it. What is my fucking problem? Why can't I just have a good job and be able to support my family? Gads, it's gut-wrenching that I'm heading in the exact same direction that my father was.

And finally, I met Hillary Clinton today. She was, quite literally, Sara Plain and Tall without the Tall, and severely lacking in the name "Sara." T'was an interesting experience, to say the least. She didn't have time to stop and chat, but it was an experience nonetheless.

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Ah, Beginnings

I awoke this morn with a tear on my eye. I could only make out her eye clearly - eyes fascinate me. In the dream, it was as though her gaze was affixed upon mine and obviously vice-versa. It was unreal. God, I miss her.

I suppose now is the time for introductions. If you are just now joining me, this space is nothing. It is nothing to you, nothing to me. It is a place where I make every attempt to escape from my mundane and otherworld identities. I feel as though I need a place to vent - free from prying eyes, free from judgment. Perhaps free from myself. I already feel liberated. I've never had a blog before, but I certainly hope that this one provides some little entertainment. I am not a person who is wont for drama or the abstract, but this is my first venture into said abstract. I hope you enjoy it.

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