... in pursuit of man's wealth. but even the dreams of Men have withered and scattered into the winds before me, and I am left empty. a shell void of heart. conscious, yet unfeeling. a Nobody.
Damn, I've been playing too much Kingdom Hearts II.
currently reading: conversations with god trilogy
you didn't mean it that way ...
... but I know you really did. It was what wasn't said, and how you kept smiling; I know your smiles and those weren't yours. Not really. So here's to what we had, and what I might be able to salvage from the wreckage. It is 'I' and not 'we', because it seems you're already past caring.
emo rantage.
emo rantage.
it was like ...
... watching a civil worker clean out the drains. What's that supposed to mean? Well, the Leo Club hosted a bowling competition today. That should be enough hints already, right? Yeah, I thought so. Pity I had no camera on-hand at the time, otherwise we could all engage in rousing rounds of hearty laughter at the expense of others.
During a break in the fun, fun, fun of watching our team get their ass wiped all over the floor in bowling, me and the guys headed down to find something to eat. Then as I was getting lazy queuing at McDonald's, and handed over responsibility of ordering my food to Joshua, and took a seat beside Aaron, comes a rabid fangirl and a monkey supposedly quarantined but somehow still wandering freely in public.
That was when things started going downhill rapidly.
Halfway through ordering the food, Joshua and some other people I can't seem to recall off-hand who were ordering the food, saw that we had run out of time and had to rush back up to get our sorry butts kicked once again. Deciding this was very much important, they changed their minds and told the cashier that they wanted to 'take out' instead of 'dine here'. Meanwhile, me and Aaron were chatting with Caitlin and Michelle; not so much of Aaron, and more of me which turned out to be a very bad thing. Whatever that's supposed to mean will not be discussed here; or anywhere. Ever.
Fast forward some unimportant bits, skip the trivial moments. Caitlin and Michelle going to watch Death Note. Me and my fries make hot, passionate love with each other. More time jumping and all of us end up once again at the bowling alley, minus Aaron because he had to go home.
I was so glad I went. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I thought the first round was bad, but this, this was agony on my gut and ribs. Too bad I have no photos, but I can't just let this be. I'll think of some way to show you all.
(I think Blogger's picture uploader hates me. Click on the linked image to get to see the real thing.)
Fear my mad mouse drawing skeelz. The other two (in reality, there were 3 other players but too lazy to go into too much detail) rows were left blank because:
a) I can't really remember their scores.
b) On the chance that I did remember and filled them in, the comparison of those two to the middle one would cause another gale of laughter at other people's sacrifice which my conscience might not be able to handle.
Thus ends this post.
During a break in the fun, fun, fun of watching our team get their ass wiped all over the floor in bowling, me and the guys headed down to find something to eat. Then as I was getting lazy queuing at McDonald's, and handed over responsibility of ordering my food to Joshua, and took a seat beside Aaron, comes a rabid fangirl and a monkey supposedly quarantined but somehow still wandering freely in public.
That was when things started going downhill rapidly.
Halfway through ordering the food, Joshua and some other people I can't seem to recall off-hand who were ordering the food, saw that we had run out of time and had to rush back up to get our sorry butts kicked once again. Deciding this was very much important, they changed their minds and told the cashier that they wanted to 'take out' instead of 'dine here'. Meanwhile, me and Aaron were chatting with Caitlin and Michelle; not so much of Aaron, and more of me which turned out to be a very bad thing. Whatever that's supposed to mean will not be discussed here; or anywhere. Ever.
Fast forward some unimportant bits, skip the trivial moments. Caitlin and Michelle going to watch Death Note. Me and my fries make hot, passionate love with each other. More time jumping and all of us end up once again at the bowling alley, minus Aaron because he had to go home.
I was so glad I went. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I thought the first round was bad, but this, this was agony on my gut and ribs. Too bad I have no photos, but I can't just let this be. I'll think of some way to show you all.
(I think Blogger's picture uploader hates me. Click on the linked image to get to see the real thing.)
Fear my mad mouse drawing skeelz. The other two (in reality, there were 3 other players but too lazy to go into too much detail) rows were left blank because:
a) I can't really remember their scores.
b) On the chance that I did remember and filled them in, the comparison of those two to the middle one would cause another gale of laughter at other people's sacrifice which my conscience might not be able to handle.
Thus ends this post.
this is the equivalent ...
... of a total system format. I decided to delete the entire blog before this and start from the ground up again. It was getting silly over time, and it became more and more obvious to me that this was not what I had intended for my blog to be originally. Then what was I aiming for, exactly, you ask? Beats the hell outta me, but previous posts were definitely not my target.
So that's that. I'll continue this post with something a little more later on, as soon as I watch the one hundred and third episode of Bleach and tidy up a magazine article I'm working on for the school.
continuazione. So here it is, the rest of this blog post like I said I would. (One day late, but better late then never.)
The past couple of weeks has been a weird one for me. For one thing, I went to church for the first time in over four years. I kid not, that's four freaking years. I, myself, don't get why lots of people gasp and stare at me like the Devil reborn every time I say this, but then again, I'm not really religious so it might be an inside joke kinda thing.
Let's see: re-attendance of mass, semi-active involvement in Leo Club's activities. Yesh, this time I'm actually trying to make it to their functions and such; I feel like I'm gradually becoming a helpful and contributing member of society. That's when I remember I'm still prone to littering public grounds discreetly, skimping away from donations and am terrified shitless of giving my blood away, even if it is for the greater good of anemic people. Well, fuck me.
Last thing for now, today I went for a confession. Of sins. At a real church, and everything! The only downside to it is that I told the priest this was my first time confessing in like the history of ever. He kept asking me stuff like, "you mean this is your first time in many years?" No. "Longer than that? Or less?" Ehh ... much longer. "How long since you last did a confession then?" Mmm, well the thing is - ah, this is awkward. Never.
Cue the dead silence and uncomfortable cough from my side to break aforementioned tension.
Then he started preaching, or counseling. I can't really tell which but he did tell me whatever procedures I needed to go through in order to properly go for confession next time. I guess it was sort of embarrassing, but the tone he was using made me feel like he understood, so things're good there. That's that then! Now Benedict attends cathecism (however you spell that word, I can't remember) classes every Thursday evening at a kindergarten with other Catholic adult defects which didn't make it all the way through the first time around! Feel the holy, yo.
So that's that. I'll continue this post with something a little more later on, as soon as I watch the one hundred and third episode of Bleach and tidy up a magazine article I'm working on for the school.
continuazione. So here it is, the rest of this blog post like I said I would. (One day late, but better late then never.)
The past couple of weeks has been a weird one for me. For one thing, I went to church for the first time in over four years. I kid not, that's four freaking years. I, myself, don't get why lots of people gasp and stare at me like the Devil reborn every time I say this, but then again, I'm not really religious so it might be an inside joke kinda thing.
Let's see: re-attendance of mass, semi-active involvement in Leo Club's activities. Yesh, this time I'm actually trying to make it to their functions and such; I feel like I'm gradually becoming a helpful and contributing member of society. That's when I remember I'm still prone to littering public grounds discreetly, skimping away from donations and am terrified shitless of giving my blood away, even if it is for the greater good of anemic people. Well, fuck me.
Last thing for now, today I went for a confession. Of sins. At a real church, and everything! The only downside to it is that I told the priest this was my first time confessing in like the history of ever. He kept asking me stuff like, "you mean this is your first time in many years?" No. "Longer than that? Or less?" Ehh ... much longer. "How long since you last did a confession then?" Mmm, well the thing is - ah, this is awkward. Never.
Cue the dead silence and uncomfortable cough from my side to break aforementioned tension.
Then he started preaching, or counseling. I can't really tell which but he did tell me whatever procedures I needed to go through in order to properly go for confession next time. I guess it was sort of embarrassing, but the tone he was using made me feel like he understood, so things're good there. That's that then! Now Benedict attends cathecism (however you spell that word, I can't remember) classes every Thursday evening at a kindergarten with other Catholic adult defects which didn't make it all the way through the first time around! Feel the holy, yo.
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