Ξ Thursday, 09 Jun 2005 at 04:27 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
my head’s in the clouds, as usual.
infused with love, i write and sing of the daily troubles and triumphs that occur in my fleeting, ephemeral life. well everyone, it’s been an interesting week thus far. it’s just before dawn on thursday morning, and what a gorgeous few days it’s been. two finals later and a paper hanging over my head, i’m still feeling rather composed and elated. i’m looking ahead to my graduation, to baccalaureate mass on Friday, but especially the apotheosis that shall be the Phi Beta Kappa ceremony and also the reception of my diploma a couple hours afterwards. even planning on going to a party with my friends at noon that day, a BBQ with a lot of fun shit going on. it’s been a long term, baby. and it’s going to be a rather long week, or couple weeks coming up — I’m off to Mexico in less than a week (next Monday), and I’ll be gone until Friday 24 Jun. but don’t fret, all you devoted readers, for I shall be keeping a journal while I’m away, and perhaps I will transcribe it here when I get home. well, of course I will, what am I saying? I’ll try to keep my journal as complete as possible, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be writing a whole lot. I’ll do the best I can, basically. oh yeah, and I’m going to have a party on Saturday night. Jenn just told me about it — she and Christine are throwing a party for me that night! elated, I invited many of my friends from church, and also a couple others too (Blythe and my friend Vanessa). a couple I still need to invite, but most of them I talked to at church tonight, so they should be able to go. dropped Alison an email about it too, so hopefully she can come as well.
I remember I edited my myspace profile a few days ago and updated my “Heroes” list. why should I have heroes, you ask? Or who would I consider a hero? I had some lame shit on there before, talking about emcees as “aural poets” and all sorts of shit like that. it was ridiculous and sounded stupid, but I let it stand there for awhile — too long, most likely. well, I thought long and hard about it and I composed a new list of those I’d consider heroes, in descending order of importance, of course:
– my friends
- conscious, insanely dope emcees
- thom yorke (what a genius)
– the goddesses among women I know, who are my eternal Muses (you know who you are) (ed’s note: I just thought of this one, it wasn’t part of the originals)
– just about every ancient writer
- poets, any and all
- my professors
- and anyone who isn’t afraid to create something beautiful with their mind.
but I’ve digressed from my main theme here. what in the fucking bloody hell has happened the last couple days? that’s what you all are curious and bloodthirsty to know about, right? i should hope so! it’s been a very interesting week. a lot of thought-provoking shit has gone down too, some of which moved me to reconsider my position on some things, but I then realised that my current position is fine. well, I’ll get to that in due time. plenty of things to unroll like so many papyrus scrolls. so here goes.
monday, 06 jun: well, i woke up around 13.30 if I remember correctly, just like I did the last couple days before that. now mind you, I had my Latin exam to study for, so it wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do to wake up that late. however, I was in luck today. I was chillin online and all, listening to music, putting off studying and all, and then my friend Dalene came online on MSN. i talked to her and all and said what’s up, and we had a nice convo for a few. turns out she was in the library though, studying and writing a paper (a 20pg one, no less, that was due Wednesday), and so she said she had to go and get back to studying. I saw a perfect opportunity, though, and I said “well, I could always come down there and see you!” and she’s like “yeah, I’ll be on the 4th floor if you come here.” so thus I prepared to go: showered and all, got dressed, packed up my Ovid text and Latin dictionary and all the necessary materials, and I drove down to the library. this was around 5pm or so.
I got there, and when I went up to the 4th floor I looked around for her. Of course I’d seen her in class before (I was in a class with her fall term, but just recently started talking to her on Myspace), so I knew what she looked like, and she also has pics on her myspace page too. However, I couldn’t find her, and so I thought I’d break out my handheld, connect via VNC to my computer, and then msg her that I was in the library and ask where she was at. She told me she’d come find me, and she did, and then we went back to the table she was studying at. it was in a quiet little corner filled with other people too (finals week is a fucking bitch at the library), and she said she was lucky she’d gotten the table. she had all of her books and such spread out on there, and her laptop in front of her, and I sat down across from her and pulled out my books and such. it was nice… I studied as much as I could, and talked to her in between ‘breaks,’ and we had a pretty nice convo. it turns out she knows a lot of my friends, even Laci and April (she went to school with both of them), but especially some of Jenn’s friends. she also said that Jenn’s name sounded familiar, and I showed her a pic of me and Jenn together too, and she said Jenn looked pretty familiar. well, she works at Papa’s Pizza here in town, actually on Barger right near Jenn’s parents’ (old) house, and she delivers pizzas for them, so I’m sure I might have seen her in there sometime before. Jenn loves Papa’s and all, so we used to go there all the time, but I don’t like it all that well due to their sauce, but oh well.
new paragraph. lol. so yeah, Dalene is cool as fuck. we talked a bunch and all while we were studying, like I said, and eventually close to 8pm she said she was burnt out and was gonna go home. I left with her, because I’d only really gone down there to see her (and to study too, of course), and she thought that was sweet, cos I actually told her that. she was takin a bus home, and so I walked with her to the bus stop and waited with her until the bus came and then went home. i’m really glad I met her, seriously, and wish I’d met her earlier, really. she is really chill and down-to-earth, and she said herself that she hates drama and shit like that, which is ill. like i was talking to her and felt like i’d known her for a long time — she was that chill. i went home fairly happy, but before I went home I went and got some dinner at taco bell.
well, by this time, I had gone through about 500 of 1600 lines, and I sat down to watch some Bundy while I ate my food. after that, I was going to do some more studying, but I ended up taking a break and shit. too long of a break, actually. i’d planned to be up all night studying though, and so I wasn’t all that concerned. however, around 10pm or so, I started talking to my friend Laura and everything started out fairly innocent. i guess i musta said some stupid shit though… she doesn’t like talking or hearin about other girls I guess, and I told her about hanging out with Dalene and all earlier, and showed her Dalene’s myspace profile and all. she was all pissed, seemingly randomly too, and I was like ‘what the fuck?’ initially she wouldn’t tell me what the problem was, either, and i had to all but pry it out of her, and she finally said it was because I said Dalene was beautiful and I’d only known her for a few weeks. Apparently this was unacceptable, and I was perplexed why she was so angry about this. now I’m not trying to talk any shit here at all, I’m just stating the facts of what happened and also making somewhat of a defence for myself against the accusations she levelled at me. apparently it was a chauvinist thing of me to say, and I still now don’t know wholly why, but I accept where she’s coming from and understand that her opinions differ from mine. well, we sorta went at it for awhile, trading rhetoric and such, and then eventually she just went to bed, seemed all pissed off at me still.
before she went to bed though, I told her “wish i could lay in your arms… that’d be wonderful.” and i meant that. the thing is, when i said that, she retorted, “I bet you say that to a lot of girls.” that really was a slap in the face, almost a wake-up call for me, but not really. you see, I have a plethora of girl friends. i love all of them dearly too, every single one of them. hence they are all special to me in their own ways. basically, she accused me of giving out love and affection too freely, as far as I could tell, and I started to wonder if that was truly the case. Are the ones I love simply small pieces of an ever-growing pie, no one more special than another? NO. not in the slightest. but i must say that I do give credit where due, and that is more than many can say. for example, if a girl is a fucking goddess, an exquisitely wonderful human being, I am going to fucking tell her. no questions asked about that. I happen to know many girls who are angels in their own right, and I make sure that they know how important and wonderful they really are. It’s not a case of being insincere and kissing ass either, I tell you that much. everything i say to that end is pure and sincere and flows from the heart itself, like lifeblood. It is in my nature to do so, truly. ask my friend Bekah… I’ve known her for almost 6 years now… she will tell you that I’m an extremely affectionate person by nature, and if I can give you some of my love, I will not hesitate to.
I ended up talking to my friend Chris (roughdraft1) about all this, and he had some fucking great insights on this. I also talked extensively with Jewlz, who I haven’t mentioned on here for quite some time now. we’re actually good friends again and all, and who knows, I may even see her when I get down to Cali 
Chris basically was saying that if a girl sees that someone else is getting the same attention and affection, they will no doubt be jealous and suspicious of one’s sincerity in giving that love to them. i’d have to agree there, I think, and it’s sad really, because I don’t give a flying fuck who else is getting attention, provided a girl is sweet as hell to me. therein, Chris said sagely, the difference between our two sexes lies. Jewlz said that I’m possibly “trying too hard,” but I don’t really think so — I’m not trying at all to make a girl feel special or anything really, it just comes naturally and it’s just what I end up doing. oh well. i’m not going to take it apart any further really, because I don’t need to defend myself or anything…. as I said, anyone who knows me knows that I’m a very affectionate, loving, caring person to those I hold dearest, and also to any of my friends in general.
so yes, Laura, if you’re reading this, I’m not trying to talk shit about you at all. You certainly made me think about a lot of things, and I realised that yes, I do make mistakes, but I think in this case it’s not something really all that mutable or needing to be changed, because it’s who I am. and if something is coming from your true self, then it’s by definition sincere. i have nothing but love for you, and I hope you’re the same way with me. if not, however, I hope you get to that point eventually and understand me better as you get to know me better.
after all of that, I decided it was probably time to study some more, and it was almost midnight by this time. Jenn called me and asked me when I was going to bed, and I told her I wasn’t, for I was planning on staying up all night studying. however, I’d looked at my Latin in the meantime, and somehow I skipped almost 400 lines of Book 2. jesus christ I was terrified. it was about 1am when she called though, and she said I shouldn’t stay up past 3, but go to bed then and wake up at 7am (my final was at 9am). I studied only the parts I hadn’t read, the ones I skipped, and tried to decipher as much as possible of them, but it eventually was 4am and I decided to throw in the towel and face what Fate would decree for me the next day.
tuesday, 07 jun: woke up right on the dot at 06.55, actually. i was terrified, terrified that i wouldn’t wake up on time and sleep through my final. however, I was out the door a lil after 8am and I got to my final right on time, actually about 15min early. it was so ill too, because she’d given us 3 passages and we had to pick two — the first two passages were from Book 1: the first passage was actually the first 30 lines or so of the book, and then the 2nd was Apollo taunting Cupid, and Cupid piercing him with a love-arrow and his love Daphne with an arrow which “puts love to flight.” it was all translation, which was fucking great, and I breezed through it. finished it in like an hour or so, and then I was done with Latin for my undergrad! I said goodbye to Claudia, my prof, who is going to be teaching at Tulane in the fall (I think?) and meanwhile is travelling the globe and even stopping by home (Padua, Italy (?)) as well. afterwards, I went down to the ground floor and went out under the slightly overcast sky, the trees dripping with fresh rain.
Dalene said she was going to be at the library early on today and all, so I decided to go inside there and see if she was around. sure enough she was on the 1st floor typing away at a paper (another paper, this one was like 5-6pg), and so I sat down next to her and pulled out my Homer text to study. I probably said this before, but I was going to study wtih my friend Emily for the test, but she said she wouldn’t be done until 11am, so I studied with Dalene until around 11 and then called Emily. Emily said she’d be there around 11:30 or so, so I chilled there and studied more until she got there. Said bye to Dalene, good luck on the rest of the 20pg paper (she hadn’t finished it yet!), and then me and Emily set off to find a room to study in. well, we looked up and down every single fucking floor, and no rooms were available. A few rooms had one fucking person studying in them, and well, it’s technically against the rules to study in a room alone, since they are usually for groups, but we didn’t want to cause a problem. besides, they wouldn’t have left anyways even if we asked, or at least I doubted they would have. in any case, we decided to go down to the Daily Grind cafe in the basement of the library to see if we could find a table there. no tables there either. we were about to give up and go to the EMU when Emily spotted a friend of hers, and so they talked for a few minutes, and we were going to share her table, but then a girl next to us said “I’m leaving” and we sat down at her table.
we started going over the translation, and also some grammar, which both of us weren’t all that good on — the grammar, that is. we breezed through the translation, really, for it was pretty easy, and we kept going like that for about 4 hours. we talked a bunch too about other stuff, about classics in general, and also future plans and such, so it wasn’t all studying. anyways, around 3pm she said she was kinda burnt out, and I was too, so we decided to call it a day and go home. Jenn wanted me to call her when I was done studying, and so I called her up and told her I was on the way over to her house, and thus drove over there. She needed to do some errands, but first she wanted me to call The Village (my soon-to-be apartment in San Francisco) to see if she could crash there for a few nights with me after her trip to Hawaii. She really wants to see me, obviously, for a bit before she has to go back to Eugene and be far away from me, and I think it’ll be a fun time and all. So I finally called them (I’d been putting this off for awhile), and they said it was chill as long as my roommate was cool with it. I’ll have to check with my roommate when I get that info and all, but I doubt it’ll be a problem, since we each have our own bedroom and all. anyways, after that, Jenn had to go to the post office, so I took her there to mail some shit off. If I didn’t tell you all before, Jenn’s car blew up a couple weeks ago — the transmission just died in the middle of driving. bad news. so her car is basically scrap.
we then went over to some title place to give Jenn’s old housekeys to her parents (the keys for her old house, which her parents are moving out of), and after that we had to go to some lady’s house so Jenn could drop off something. I was basically her chauffeur that day …. but it was not without reward! we went to the bank and deposited a check for her, and then we went over to Roadhouse Grill to get some food! her treat! well… it was a graduation dinner for me 
Roadhouse has such fucking good shit… I got a huge burger and fries, and Mr. Pibb to drink. i swear, Mr. Pibb is only in soda fountains these days, not in bottles, which is fucking retarded because it kicks the living shit out of Dr. Pepper. it’s also a cool place because they give you a bucket of peanuts and you can throw the shells on the floor and all! interesting concept. anyways, after we finished eating, we drove back to Jenn’s and chilled there for awhile. me, her, and Christine talked and chilled, and then me and Jenn spent some quality time… ehehe i went home late as always, like almost 11 or so, and I think I bought 2 1-litre bottles of Dr. Pepper before I got home: one for me, one for Anna.
I asked Anna if she wanted to watch The Abominable Dr. Phibes tonight, and she said fuck yes, so we watched it. It was definitely good seeing it again — I haven’t watched that for ages. she loved it, and then after that I stayed up mad late. I think I got done with the movie around 1 or so, and then I stayed up talking to people until almost 4am. talked mainly to my friend Bense, who is a fucking ill motherfucker. he’s a genius and mad cool to talk to. eventually though, I had to go to bed, and a dark mist settled over my eyes eventually…
wednesday, 08 jun: woke up around 11am, but my alarm was set for around 10. oh well. my final wasn’t until 15.15, so I wasn’t too worried about waking up. I busted out my Greek and studied some more, making sure I’d covered all the bases, but alas, my efforts were mostly in vain (at least grammarwise). I finally left for class a little after 14.00, after letting my grandma into the house. She’s down for the week for my graduation on Saturday, so she got in town today and is staying with us. now there was a problem, though, that I’d soon find out about. I took my iPod per the usual in my car, and then took it with me with some headphones to listen to before my final. I walked over to the library from where I parked in Education, and I sat down on a bench outside there and threw on some tunes. however, I looked over and my friend Nick was yelling at me about something, so I walked over to him and his two friends who were standing there outside the library with him.
“Dude, (*stifled laugh*) your fly’s open.”
I looked down in horror and sure enough, my fucking zipper was all the way open. i was mortified and said “i’ll be right back,” and ran into the library to go into the bathroom and examine this more closely. apparently my zipper got all fucked up, something ridiculous happened and broke it, and it was irreparably fucked up. i walked out of the library and tried to cover my crotch with my fucking shirt, and went up to the classroom my final was in and all and waited for class to start. basically I tried to cover my shit up the rest of the day, which sucked ass. anyways, when we got to starting the final, we ended up having 7 passages of Homer to translate as well as a grammar section, the latter of which I think I fucked up somewhat. oh well. the translations were the big part, and I did pretty well on all of those. anyways, after I finished, went down the elevator and back to my car. called Jenn and she wanted me to pick her up at the hospital, so I went over there and got her. She wanted to go to the travel agent and get her flight plans changed (to stop in SF and all), and so I waited in the car while she did so. afterwards we got some dinner at Wendy’s (I hadn’t eaten all day), and went home and ate it, watching an episode of Bundy.
then we went and chilled in my room, and Jenn wanted to take a nap, and I played video games. I tried playing Starfox, which I haven’t played in ages, and it was pretty fucking hard. I also tried playing Super Return of the Jedi, which was also insanely hard (I think it’s cos i set it at Jedi difficulty), and then I just gave up and got onto the computer. I threw about 5 new albums on my iPod, and then lay down next to Jenn and chilled for a bit. We hung out and spent time together until it was time for mass, since Jenn wanted to go to mass, but beforehand, she told me about this party she’s throwing on Saturday night (vid. sup. for more info) for me, and she made some little “flyers” for it even right before we went to mass. drove down to Newman and we hung around outside the church for awhile, talking to some people, and then we eventually went in. most of the people were there, and I was glad — it was the last student mass I’ll ever go to here at UO. I took my handheld with me, actually, because I wrote up a guest list on there for the party. after mass, which was cool, I started asking people who I wanted to invite, and most of them said to let them know and give them a call, so it was mainly tentative, but I know Claude is coming. I also invited some others (Blythe, Alison, Vanessa), and I detailed some of that above.
anyways, after we left mass, I took Claude home (his house is on the way to Jenn’s, and his car blew up apparently too), and then went to Jenn’s house. spent a bit of time with her there, and then I left around 23.30 for home, and got home around midnight. Anna wanted to watch Dr. Phibes Rises Again! which I’d watched a few days ago, and I was down with seeing it again, so when I got home, we went to 7-11 and got some food (I was hungry as hell), and then went home to watch it. She loved the movie, just as I thought, and after we watched it, I came back in here, and now here I am, writing away like a madman.
in any case, I’m exhausted and need sleep. i love you all, and have yourselves a wonderful night, ok? more later.
Ξ Monday, 06 Jun 2005 at 05:26 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
well, i should probably write tonight (today, rather), and well, i am going to. i’m exhausted right now, about to fall asleep. i was so full of energy just about 3hrs ago, but it’s all dissipated into the winds by now i think. must’ve been that flick I watched. it’s right about 5am, that crepuscular hour right before dawn when the sun is starting to peek over the lush, verdant hills and dispel the sweet darkness of the night we all love. i should be sleeping by now, especially since I have my Latin final to study for tomorrow. i also need to call my friend Emily and see about studying either sometime tomorrow for Greek or perhaps Tuesday after my Latin final. Tuesday sounds like a better bet, but it depends, really. it has certainly been an interesting couple days, and an interesting weekend, but you’ve already heard about much of it.
i’m going to say today for Sunday, because I don’t consider the day over until I’ve gone to sleep, even if it is very much the next day (Monday). hence, today was an interesting day. i woke up around 13.30, about the same as when I woke up Saturday afternoon. just about the same shit happened too… i got up, chilled on the computer, relaxed, and did nothing towards or resembling studying. I informed the p&m that i needed $120 for the Mexico trip, but I didn’t get my check until about 17.45 when I had to be there at 18.00. went to the mexico meeting, and we just talked about a few last-minute details and cleared some things up, and I turned in my money, my insurance info, and my physical form that I’d laboured so hard to get (yeah right). i got to talk to Danielle a bit after everything was done — I haven’t seen her in awhile — so that was nice, and then a bit later I went on upstairs to mass. sat next to my boy Jake, and Claude was there too, of course. I would have liked to sing in the choir again, but I wasn’t able to get there for practise, so I just went to mass normally. i missed Alison though… oh well. during Father John’s homily all I could think about was the sea under a brilliant night sky full and blossoming with stars. i’ve got this picture in my head of a starry, gorgeous night sky and a mountain against it overlooking the sea. i’ll write about that later, a little ekphrasis or something of the like. anyways, after mass was over, went downstairs for the customary food and drink.
apparently they had a cake commissioned for Dismas, and so we all got to share it. it was kinda funny cos he didn’t have any of his own cake, but he was content anyways. i talked to friends and such per the usual, and had an interesting discussion about Star Wars with Zack and Ben. after awhile though, i tired of the monotony and lack of inspired conversation, and I decided to drive home. I wanted to go to 7-11 and get some more of those bomb-ass Gardetto’s, but I thought midway that I should go over and see Jenn. so i called her en route and asked her if I could come over, and she said sure, so I drove over to her house. i chilled over at her place for a bit. she was studying for a final tomorrow… fuck… today…. Monday that is. i hate these liminal times sometimes, because I can’t use proper pronouns. feel weird using ‘yesterday’ when i haven’t slept. anyways, i did something i haven’t done in awhile…. gave her a nice massage, with lotion even. she dug that shit like mad. afterwards, tho, I thought I should take off and let her study some more, so I did so and drove towards home. i told her about those Gardetto’s though, and she asked that I buy her a bag of them, and gave me $2 to get ‘em. thus I did… went and got two bags of the shit, and then a litre of dr. pepper. drove home, and i thought we’d watch Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood, which I’d rented Friday night (I think?). lol, i’m so fucking muddled right now. anyways, the movie was fucking funny as hell — just as Paul described — and we laughed our asses off at it. after that, I retreated to my room for awhile.
started talking to some random people online. by now it was like 1am, and so I think most people were already asleep. however, I started talking to my friend Becky (from MD), but she was pretty tired and went to bed not long after we started talking. i also started talking to Alison, who was curiously online, and we had a nice convo for a few. I told her I would’ve liked to sing in the choir tonight, but couldn’t since I wasn’t able to make the practise. it was funny too, cos she asked me about my ikon on AIM — which shows a fat chick and says “Sexy” — and I just said “i dunno, I’m crazy. haven’t found anything suitable to change it to, i like this ikon…” lol… somehow we started talking about girls and guys and relationships, and I remarked that nice guys are really hard to find these days, which most girls will echo, and she said “yeah, most of them either have fiancees or girlfriends.” sad, but true. it was weird though, because I like talking to her, but she seemed kinda distant and tired. of course, it was 1am and she was also talking to someone else. i dunno, i felt bad, because i didn’t have that much to say to her and all. i don’t know her that well and I want to get to know her better, but I guess perhaps it wasn’t a good night. I apologised to her for not being talkative, and said I’d talk to her later for sure. I dunno, I had no idea what to say to her after we talked for a bit, which was kind of a bad sign. anyways, after I stopped talking to her, I talked to Blythe (lovely, lovely, goddesslike Blythe), and also my friend Zack. i was hyper as hell since I’d drank that litre of Dr. Pepper, and I was feeling pretty good. I had a weird, rambling conversation with Blythe, ever the sweetheart, and talked to her until she said she had to get some sleep, which wasn’t all that long after we started talking. Zack was the same way, and he got to bed pretty soon afterwards. hence afterwards I was left with no one to talk to, but then Amanda came online and so did my boy Jeremiah (aka Album-Fiend), so I talked to both of them for a tick. however, I got weary of talking, and I had a strange urge to watch Dr. Phibes Rises Again. I’d just bought it, obviously, and so I thought hey, might as well watch it.
by now it was like 3am, and I thought, shit, I’m going to be up for the long haul now. popped in the DVD, and sat back and enjoyed the gory glory. the movie was fucking stellar, just as good and in some parts even better than the first! if you haven’t seen it, check out the first movie, The Abominable Dr. Phibes. it’s a fucking classic, with Vincent Price even, full of campy 70s fun. anyways, after I watched it, well, I came back in here, and now here I am tonight. today. who knows really. all i know is that after today, i’m tired, and i stayed up way too late. need to sleep at least 6hrs or whatever before I start studying for latin! hope all of you are sleeping tight, and i’ll drift off into slumber underneath the rapidly approaching morning light. much love and peace to all.
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Thank you for your comment. I had never though of putting any of my work into Latin but perhaps over the summer I will be able to find the time and make an attempt, assuming that my grammar is sufficent. Taking 4 “years” of Latin in 3 with the first two doubled makes my grammar a little shaky. After studying Ovid, Marshal, and Virgil this year transfering my own work seems almost an insult to the beauty and elegance of the language. Anyways, again thank you for your comment.
Posted 6/6/2005 at 3:08 PM by AureaUsario
Ξ Sunday, 05 Jun 2005 at 05:48 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
because i’m so wonderful, i decided to grace you with another entry. yes, that’s right, you can bask in my majestic glory. alright, enough with the pleasantries. i’m just kidding. i’m not that much of a pompous ass. so yeah… it has been an interesting couple days! i can’t even remember what i last wrote about, at least in quotidian life. oh shit, i haven’t written about the week’s events since Wednesday. that’s insane. i guess i’ve been rather busy lately… translating that Latin took a couple of days, as you could see. rargh, it’s almost 5am and i’m full of ideas. anyways, where should I start?
wednesday, 01 jun: doesn’t feel like june, really. still rainy and somewhat cold, but that’s how i like it. well, the last entry i wrote was right before mass on wednesday night (like right right before, around 20.40), and so i guess i’m obliged to tell you all about mass, right? melissa graced it with her presence again, and i got to sit next to her, which i was elated about! she is leaving in 2 days for the dominican republic (07 jun), sadly, and i will miss her dearly. in any case, mass was good as always, and we sang some good music too. they had a bunch of people up there singing, cos olly and andrew wanted more people to sing that night. afterwards we chilled downstairs per the usual, and well, not much interesting happened. i got home and i don’t think i did jack shit on my homework or anything, just fucked around and talked on here i think. bad idea, because i had Latin homework due the next day, the last day of Latin for moi. only 70 lines to do too, a very short assignment, but nevertheless i still didn’t have it done. blargh. oh well. i went to sleep fairly early that night, and was determined to get up the next day.
thursday, 02 jun: woke up somewhat late, at around 9.30am. terrified of not having my Latin done, I read as much as I could (about 40 lines), and then got to school a bit early. surprisingly found a parking place right off (? i think?), and then tried to study a bit more before i had to go to class. we had to also read an article for class, and i’d not read all of it, just about half of it. most of the classics articles I read don’t make a lot of sense to me, and perhaps that’s because I don’t read them in time to discuss them. shame on me. oh well. so yeah, i got to class, and i wanted to read first because I was pretty solid on the first 40 lines, but I think Nick ended up going first, and then Dave stole the 2nd slot from me. so i had to go 3rd i think, and i had to sightread all the lines. it’s rather fun though, and I was surprised how well I could sightread them. I hope my teacher doesn’t think I’m a ridiculous slacker or anything
but yeah, after we finished Book 2 of Ovid’s
Metamorphoses, we started to discuss the article. It seemed like a well-done article, making many allusions to Lucretius and other poets, comparing their cosmogonies to Ovid’s, but I didn’t have anything to say on the subject really.
after class i went home, and Jenn asked me if I was coming over. she asked when I was coming over, which I didn’t know off the top of my head, and she said “if you don’t tell me when you’re coming over, you’ll end up here at 9pm and leave an hour later at 10.” that pissed me the fuck off, so i was like “fuck it, i’m not coming over.” we sorta launched into this long, strange discussion on everything about our relationship, and i told her that i wasn’t sure if i’m “in love” with her anymore. and it’s the truth, i’m not…. i do love her, but i’m not sure if i’m “in love” enough with her. she blew up on me… well, actually, freaked out and was crying, and i felt really bad. i was just being honest though, and i think she would have been madder if i’d not told her. she interpreted what I told her as meaning I didn’t love her anymore, which was not my intent nor what i meant. I tried to explain, but she was really sad and said she didn’t want to talk at the time. she called me back later, and i decided i’d come over and see her and talk to her about this. it seemed like we wouldn’t last the night.
i came over there and we talked, and i explained myself and how i felt. she hugged me tight and i held her, and i think we both felt better about things, deciding to just take it as it came, one day at a time, which was the plan in the beginning really. relationships are hard… they really are. anyone who says they’re easy obviously doesn’t have that deep a connexion to whom they are with. i dunno if that’s true in all cases, but it seems true across the board that relationships aren’t a cakewalk. so yeah, we made up pretty much. if I remember correctly, too, we went to Lok Yaun and got a nice meal there, yay
afterwards i did some stuff for her i’d not done in awhile, lol, atoning for my sins, so to speak
anyways, we just kinda chilled for most of the time, and i think we watched Charlie’s Angels on TV. i haven’t seen that movie for ages. the first time i’d seen it was in the theatre, and i wasn’t paying attention at all, since I was with my ‘girl’ Jenny at the time. this was way back when, i can’t even remember, like 99 or 2000, whenever the movie came out, and well, we were pretty fucking occupied and absorbed with one another, if you know what I mean. this was the first time i’d actually seen the movie straight up, really, lol. but that’s irrelevant, for the most part.
i dunno what it was, but me and Jenn were talking, and something pissed me off randomly that she said. i can’t even remember what it was, but i just said “ok, fuck it, i’m out of here, goodnight.” stormed out the door, got into my car and started it up. now you may all think this sounds kinda insane, which apparently it is, but it’s the first time i’ve ever done anything like this, and hopefully the last. Jenn came running after me, and she got into the car and sat down in the passenger seat. you see, we had promised each other when we first started going out that neither of us would ever leave/go home/go to bed mad at the other. well, i said fuck it, i didn’t care, but she said “no, talk to me now, i want to know what the fuck is going on.” her dog even got into the fucking car, was halfway in, halfway out of the car, and the door was open. i said “look, unless you want to go to my house, get the fuck out of my car.” i tried to throw the shit into reverse, but apparently she had her foot on the brake (god knows how?) and was blocking the shifter. i don’t know what came over me really. she finally jacked my keys, and then i tried to put my other set of keys (housekeys) into the ignition, which had one copy of my carkey on it, and she jacked that set too. both of them she threw into the bushes, and i was freaking out. i kept saying “give me my keys back,” and she said “no, not until you talk to me.” she picked up both sets of keys and went into the house, and i followed her and kept saying “give me my keys back, i’m going home, we’re fucking through either way, i don’t care.”
most of you must be thinking i’m insane. well, it gets better. we went back to her room and were talking and i just said fuck it all, i don’t care, it’s over, just give me my keys and I’ll leave forever. she said “fine, i left your keys out in the bushes.” so i ran out there to check, and she fucking locked me out of the house. i went to the gate to her backyard and ran through it, stumbling over a cable in the process (why the fuck was it crossing the path there?!?), and ran around to the backdoor, which thankfully was unlocked. Christine saw me coming in and said “what the fuck is going on?” and i all but ignored her and ran into Jenn’s room. I think Christine went into her room and shut the door then, and then Jenn yelled “Christine, come out here! David’s leaving forever, I mean it, he’s leaving
forever!” she came in and Jenn and I were still talking, and I was still rather delirious. clarity finally washed over me, and I realised how stupid this whole thing was. I realised that most of my apathy and nihilistic tendencies and the semi-tantrum I was throwing were almost an act. I realised that I’d somewhat done all this shit just for fun, just for the hell of it, to see how far I could push her. i know that sounds fucked up, and I don’t know why I did it, but I’m not doing it again.
when I told her that, she just started laughing and said “good, I’m glad.” most girls would have fucking punched me in the face for that shit. perhaps me and her are meant to be together, I don’t know, but I know that any other girl would have fucked me up for that shit if I told her it was all a fucking act. I’m not insane, at least not criminally insane (yet), and I don’t know really what came over me then. I know it wasn’t for real though, and I’m pretty sure I was just trying to fuck with her head and see what would happen. shite, i probably sound like a lunatic. well i don’t care, it doesn’t matter. I hope you girls reading this know that I’m not crazy and all — most of you know me rather well, so I hope you understand — and hell, I’m not a horrible boyfriend. I’m really not. me and Jenn just have a weird, fucked up relationship that somehow works out well in the end. i don’t know where things will go when I leave, but that I leave to Fate and Love supreme (just like John Coltrane!). well, after all of that happened, we made up again, and I went home somewhat late. didn’t get any Greek done, nor hardly any of my Tragedy. oh well. it was only the last day of class. i don’t think I went to bed until like 3am either.
friday, 03 jun: i woke up late late late, at like almost 09.40. had to run out the door immediately, and i got to class on time, thank God. last day ever. in Tragedy we talked a bit more about Seneca’s
Troades (
Trojan Women), which is modelled on Euripides’ play of the same title, and then he let us out about 20mins early. I think my friend Evin had called me the night before and asked if I could bring my Roman Civ I book for him to borrow, and so I gave that to him during class. afterwards, I went right to the library and started in on my Greek that I hadn’t done before. turned out our assignment was 50 lines, and I freaked out. I got about 30 or 40 of it done, surprisingly, and went off to my last Homer class, sombrely I must say. I read about 6 lines in class, and then we finished it all up. did evaluations, on which I always write glowing reviews (99.9% of my profs have been fucking awesome), and then went on our merry ways, sad to part after such times together. actually, i had to go over to McKenzie, or wanted to rather, so i could chill before my physical at 15.35. I walked over there with my friend Emily from Greek, and I asked her if she wanted to study for the test Sunday or Monday sometime. she said definitely, so we exchanged numbers, and I think I’m going to call her sometime today (it’s 5am now Sunday) or tomorrow to get together and study study study! that was nice though, she is a really sweet girl, and has brightened up our entire class with her presence. i’m going to miss her when I go, as I am all my other friends too, and especially Jenn. anyways, I walked over to McKenzie and started on my Latin translation of my horror story, which started fairly inauspiciously.
I worked on that for about an hour or so, and then walked over to the health centre for my physical. i had to get a physical for when I go to Mexico with Newman (next week), and so I scheduled my appt on Wednesday for Friday at 15.35. got there about 10mins early or so, and not long after, they ushered me in. took my weight (well, it’s stayed rather the same, but I still need to work out more.. or at all…) and height (5’11″ even, how fucking disappointing), and then BP and all that good shite. the doctor came in, asked me some questions, especially about my depression, which I told him I was no longer medicated for. my doctor hadn’t taken me off of it, I took myself off of it, and I told him that. he didn’t seem concerned, and so then asked me a few more questions, I produced some immunisation records for him to check out, and then he said “well, you’re good to go to Mexico, have a good trip!” and signed my form.
my mum had taken me to school (i know, lame) and I told her to pick me up around 16.00. that’s right when I got out, and she got there not too long after. told her my physical went great, and so she started asking me questions about Mexico and all, health issues, etc. she even asked me about my meds, and i lied “yes, i’ve got plenty, don’t worry.” apparently i was obviously avoiding the question, and she asked me “are you still taking your meds?” i guiltily said after a pause, “no….” she asked me, “why not? did your doctor say you didn’t need them?” and i said “no, i just stopped taking them.” “how long ago?” she asked. i said “about 3 or 4 months ago.” she said “wow…. and no one told you, ‘get off of them, medicine isn’t good to be on’?” and I said no, not at all. i asked her, “honestly, have you noticed any change in my behaviour?” i smiled, waiting for her to say a definite “NO,” and then she did. i said “see, it’s better that I’m not on them now. saves money too.” so we talked a bit, and she was happy that i don’t need my meds anymore. i guess it was good to get that burden off my shoulders and so she knows I’m not taking them anymore.
anyways, when i got home, i just messed around for awhile, chilled and such. it was friday, for fuck’s sake, and I had the End of the Year Dinner to go to at Newman. i didn’t know when it was though, so I tried calling Claude, who wasn’t available. shit. well, i checked the webpage, and it turned out it was at 7pm, so I headed down there around then. dressed semi-formally, since I was pretty sure it wasn’t a t-shirt event. actually, most people were dressed fairly informally, which was good, so I wasn’t worried. we chilled for awhile beforehand, and I talked with friends and such, and then they brought out the dinner. Bene (short for Benedetta), an Italian exchange student at my church, cooked all of the food with a bit of help from others, and eventually we started. I felt a bit weird because there was salad there and I went through the line but didn’t get any. oh well… i got some good garlic bread, and then I loaded up on the pasta they had. I got the best kind that she made — these sort of pasta tubes in tomato sauce with BACON. fucking bacon! i tried it and the shit was fucking brilliantly good. they had some illy refreshments too, like apple juice (apple juice BREAK!) and mug rootbeer! i eventually went back for a second helping too, even. we sat down at tables that they’d covered with paper so we could draw on them, and gave us crayons. Brother Dismas sat next to us, and he started drawing in Japanese or something, and I wrote
philia (“love” in Greek). then I think i wrote a couple other things, like
oloos (“ruinous” in Greek), but I can’t remember all of it.
after we ate, we went upstairs to watch a slideshow that Kristin had put together of all the pictures over the year. after that, we went back downstairs, and Bene had made tiramisu, which I’d never had before. it looked kinda goopy and weird, but it tasted alright. Tyler gave out picture CDs, which I just checked today actually, and they are almost FULL with pictures. apparently they put every single picture taken during the year on there, and well, i’m really glad to have them. lots of wonderful memories really. the ones on the webpage don’t do justice, but then again, they aren’t half or 3/4 meg like the ones on the CD, lol. anyways, after we ate dessert, we all hung out for awhile and just talked and visited. Father D put on this Steve Martin tape, which may or may not be the same one my grandparents let us listen to in their trailer oh so long ago, and it had some pretty funny shit on it. it was hilarious when he turned down the volume on the stereo during some “vulgarity.” wahahaha.
i didn’t really want to do anything after the event, so I decided to go on home. asked my mum if she had some $ so I could rent a movie, and she gave me a $20. me and Anna went out to rent a couple movies, and ended up renting
Candyman (which I’ve wanted to see FOREVER), and also
Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood — which I’ve heard is absolutely hysterical. we only watched Candyman though, which I thought was an absolutely brilliant movie. the whole fusing of horror with urban mythology, the semi-divine status of Candyman… it was insanely well-done. note to self: buy the soundtrack for it ASAP, too. the soundtrack for it is fucking brilliant as well. if you’re a hiphop fan, check out Canibus’ “Genabis,” which samples/arranges the Candyman theme. actually, that is what inspired me to want to watch the movie in the first place, hearing that song. I remember awhile ago (04 Feb, to be exact), I saw Blythe’s play
Dr. Faustus Lights the Lights, and during one scene they played the Candyman theme. i was perplexed, because I thought it was unique to “Genabis,” but nope, not in the slightest. I was determined to find out where it came from, and I eventually ended up with its true nature: the Candyman theme. so i vowed henceforth to watch that movie, simply because of the fucking gorgeous score, and also cos i heard it was illy as fuck. after watching that, I went back into my room, and it was late by that time. i finally finished up my Latin translation of my horror story, which was a fucking triumph. then I dug out my old Roosevelt yearbooks, and started reading my 6th grade one for the hell of it. i get nostalgic sometimes and start reading my old yearbooks. i guess that’s healthy. after a bit i couldn’t stay awake any longer, and so i collapsed into life-giving, wondrous sleep.
saturday, 04 jun: woke up around 12.15 after having some deliciously terrifying nightmares. can’t remember any of them now, though, but they were cool as fuck. i actually didn’t truly wake up till 13.30, when i actually got out of bed, and i called my wRk to see if i was working today. nope, nada, very glad for it too. i printed out my Latin translation of my story and the English of it for my mum, because I wanted to show her it. she was ecstatic about it, and very impressed, and we talked for a bit about it. then she said that I had a couple letters, and so I opened them up, and one of them was about my iPod. apparently i’m entitled to some class-action suit, but my battery hasn’t died yet, so I don’t know if I’m eligible. then again, too, I destroyed the receipt for my iPod. oh well. the other letter was more promising, however: a $100 check from my grandma for graduation! my dad’s mum, that is. she is coming next sat to it, which I’m glad about, and she gave me a nice card and all as well as the glorious check. i wanted to cash it right away, but I didn’t make it in time for the banks. rargh. however, when I called Jenn, she reminded me of the ‘deposit’ feature of ATMs, which thus far I’ve never ever used. and apparently you can get $100 of the check right away, no matter the amount, and since it was $100, I was in the clear to draw all of it out.
got showered and dressed, and me and Anna drove off to get my money. deposited it in the ATM and got $100 out, and then we went to Pizza Hut nextdoor. Anna is insane… she got the “dippin’ sticks”
and breadsticks. i got a large “pepperoni lover’s” stuffed crust pizza, which I ended up eating 4/8 pieces of. mind you i’d not eaten all day, so don’t think me a pig. i took 4 pieces home, and I’ll have them tomorrow for lunch and dinner probably. anna took almost all of her shit home, since she ate too many fucking breadsticks. she even pulled some of the cheese off of her pizza, which was fucking retarded. i’ll never understand her ambivalence towards cheese. after that, though, I drove her home and got ready to go over to Jenn’s, cos she wanted to chill with me and Christine. first off, though, I checked Best Buy to see if they had Candyman, and well, they did! I wanted the soundtrack too, so I hoped they’d have it. I drove all the way there, in Springfield, and I bought it. Not only did I buy Candyman ($16.99), but also The Last House on the Left ($9.99) and The Abominable Dr. Phibes/Dr. Phibes Rises Again ($9.99, double-sided 2-movie DVD!)!! that was illy shit for sure. after i bought that, i drove over to 76 near Jenn’s house and got some gas ($2.07, like the 2nd-cheapest in town), and then went to Jenn’s.
well, Jenn was pissed that I’d spent around $37 on movies, but oh well, fuck it, you only live once. We hung out there for a bit, and then we decided to go over to Christine’s friend Jamie’s place — and Jamie lives about 2 blocks away from them in their trailer park, which was cool, so we walked over. I took my movies with me, cos we were probably going to watch Last House on the Left. we walked through the rain to get there, which stopped right as we got there, and Jamie invited us in. She’s a pretty gorgeous woman, even married with two kids, and she seems pretty nice. We just talked for awhile, and me and Jenn were just talking to her while Christine went back to get a board game to play. we ended up talking about various shit most of the night, and she had us listen to a comedy CD by this guy Steven Lynch, who apparently does comedy songs, like lyrical songs. We even watched some Chappelle’s Show, and then finally we started watching a movie (yes, Last House on the Left), an I could tell that Christine and Jenn hated it right off. they generally hate the B-movies I love, which is alright, but it was sort of painful to watch and know that they hated what we were watching. Jamie had to take care of her kid for a sec, and then she came back and watched with us. We got probably 3/4 of the way through the movie, and then they turned it off because it was getting too fucked up for them (rape, torture, etc.). I apologised, and claimed ignorance, cos I’d never seen the movie before, but heard it was good and thus bought it for $10. I loved it though, and didn’t understand their squeamishness. anyways, we talked for awhile after that, and watched some SNL and some Punk’d too. soon though Jenn and Christine got tired, so we walked back to their place. I snuggled with Jenn a bit before I left, and then I drove off for home. sadly, my iPod died halfway home, so no music for most of the way. silence is good though. makes you think about things and all more, concentrate better.
stopped by 7-11 on the way back and I got some Gardetto’s… but not just any Gardetto’s.. this was only fucking rye chips! the illest shit ever! also got a can (fancy that, a small can) of “Beer Nuts,” which are some good shit. i almost contemplated getting some beer, but decided on dr. pepper. it was almost 2am by this time, and so I bought my shit and headed home. I decided to watch the rest of “Last House on the Left,” which turned out to be a fucking awesome movie. i don’t understand their problem, but oh well. i loved it. argh, though, my nails got fairly long, grew out, and i bit them off, most of them at least. i hate that fucking habit. it comes and goes really. anyways, watched the movie, and came back to my room.
right now it’s almost 6am, and i’m watching the apocalypse of light unfold outside my window through the slit in the curtains. i can see some grey sky slowly brightening, so that’s probably my cue to get the fuck to bed. anyways, sorry, i had to write all of this down, or else i’d probably not remember it all. so yeah, all of you, have a wonderful night ok? i’ll be sleeping for awhile, for sure. peace and much love.
Ξ Saturday, 04 Jun 2005 at 16:35 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
i just had to write about this. jesus christ, its funny….
MORGANTOWN, West Virginia (AP) — A man who says he was severely burned when a portable toilet exploded after he sat down and lit a cigarette is suing a general contractor and a coal company, accusing them of negligence.
the headline? Lawsuit claims exploding toilet burned man.
fucking shit that’s funny.
Ξ Saturday, 04 Jun 2005 at 01:43 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
well I promised to do this awhile ago, so here you go, the translation for my “horror story” (cf. here for the story in English) into Latin. and hey, i even wrote a commentary so you lovely Latin students can follow along if you need help. hope you all enjoy… this has taken me 2 days of on-and-off work on this, and I’m surprised how fucking long it took really. anyways, enjoy. i will write more later i’m sure, but this shall hold you over for now i hope.
~ edit: i thought of a title for it. it’s not insanely original but sounds cool. and i also fixed the (#)’s to superscripts! ~ (Mon 06 Jun)
domus fabula antiquai ruinosaique et horridum quae habitabant
(story of an ancient, ruinous house, and of the bristling things which inhabit it)
imaginare te ingredientem antiquam circum domum putidam contritamque, despectantemque scalas putris in caliginem carpusculi piceam. tabido sub lucum ordine1 araneoso rupto plurimo in magno cenaculo ruinoso, gelido in sterili2 caligine paene umbras videre valeo. oneroso adflictata pallori, sicut nigra sit caverna aut vortex, lucem exsanguem candelabris ex adfixis in utroque quattuor murum austere decoratum exsorbuit cella3. minax in sinistra parte evehit scala plus in caliginem4.
scalas ascendens scalptis cum ornatis cancellis5, est sicut aliquis speret: atrii labyrinthus passim undique6 ianuis, pleraque quae in thalamos ibant7. directe scalarum summam ultra cella8, quam ingredi possit; in clausura vultus humanai signumst9, ululans quae dolore tormentoque. intus cella, nam clavem prope inveni solvique, cistulae numerosae exclusae inerant, omnes10 alienas habuerunt clavis, machinarum infernarum bombitabat11 sonus intra has ipsaque12 in cella. unus ex thalamum primo ab atrio fumavit putrefactione tabeque13, carni putrido humano cruoreque mortuo ferruginis colorato. carni14 tectus lectust et qua bombitantes muscae vermes adsint tantum silentiumst. caput ex corpore15 vultu iacuit arrecto16 lecti parte, eius oculi non annictantes exanimique animum ipsum perspicientes meum, venis tamen ruinoso17 ex collo pleroque pendentibus et, me non volente, meus parvulum18 suspiravit venter. hic thalami ceteri similes, sed nulli carnem aut capita ex corporibus tenuere. tantum antiqua antiquaeque19 vestes signa20 et nonnulli libri occulti nefandi21 erant, quibus diligenter studui omnibus et inde exii.
dum scalas descendi parte derelicti22 ex mortui supera huius tecti, subito inferni stridens patefecit partis ianua. vix23 cernere aetheriai in ianua speciem candentis possum umbrai, et per hanc ianuam terrifico in silentio mortuo. corrosae et vermibus esae in partem infernam deduxere scalae, stridentes omni cum passu incerto cautoque. lux24 mihi non profuit hic, nam plurima radios eius parvos devoravere tenebrae. sub scalis infinitae cocleataeque quae videntur, ipsa inferna pars25 erat, interea inhianti videtur profundo similis voragini. etiam supera caligo his tenebris candidior videtur.
tenebras adspexi piceas, oculi lente adaptantes, tum incertas26 in loco discernere27 facies potui. undique28 inferna parte infuisse videntur sarcophagi. hic putrefactionis fortissimus foetor, certe per sarcophagos directe perforans et eius aspero naris fereque iucundo expugnans meos. paene caece circumambulabam et, mox29 sarcophagum nactus30 qui eo aperto31 antiquum habuit larvam, sic exspectaveram, enim inanest32. non taediosum est33, nam thalami in centro scalae alterae descendabant cocleatae, et tantum imaginari quos horrores ibi infuere possum…
autem eo in tempore scalas ascendi, contra murum sedi absoluta in caligine dormii.
commentarium:
1. luc(i)um ordo, “series of lights” == “chandelier.” i could have used candelabra as I did a couple lines down, but I wanted to be inventive.
2. sterilis, “stark,” but in Latin, literally “bare”
3. oneroso adflictata pallori … cella
4.caligo primarily means gloom, but i use it here to mean “blackness,” cos i like the fucking word.
5. cancelli, -orum “railings” are adequate for “banister,” don’t you think?
6. passim undique, literally “everywhere on all sides” == “in every direction”
7. quae in thalamos ibant, “[doors] which were going into bedrooms” is not the original sense. the original says, as you know, “many of them [the doors] bedrooms.” as the English reader will understand this, it is left in its loose grammar, but the Latin needs to be fleshed out a bit with a relative clause.
8. cella here as “closet.” it is a walk-in closet (quam ingredi [aliquis] possit), and thus fairly large.
9. one of my favourite authors is Lucretius, and he favours using -ai for genitive singular feminine. he also favours adding est as an enclitic at the end of a line sometimes, as do others such as Vergil and Ovid, and hence: signumst == signum est.
10. the sense here is “each,” but I figured “all” (omnes) would do just as well.
11. bombito means “buzz, hum.” the original sense was “whirr,” but we all have to make do with approximations when translating into Latin, now, don’t we?
12. ipsa, “itself” here for “proper,” in the context of “in the closet proper.” rough approximation, really.
13. tabes, -is is “corruption,” but I use it here in the sense of “decay.”
14. I wanted “charnel” here, but since it is just an English corruption of caro, carnis, “flesh,” I used caro.
15. ex corpore, aka “from the body,” so “disembodied.” couldn’t find a suitable word for disembodied.
16. vultu arrecto, “with upright face or aspect,” i.e. “face-up”
17. ruinosus, “ruinous, ruined” == “destroyed” somewhat at least.
18. parvulum, somewhat of an adverbial accusative, “a little bit”
19. “ancient” replacing “moth-eaten and musty.” can’t render those in Latin for some reason.
20. signa really means “signs” or “symbols,” but I think it’s fitting for “keepsakes.”
21. nefandi is more “unspeakable” than “forbidden,” but a nefas was obviously a forbidden thing, so perhaps it works.
22. derelicti, “neglected, abandoned” for “forlorn”
23. vix, “scarcely” lends to the sense of “just” in “I could just make out…”
24. lux for “light” in place of “flashlight.” I could have used taeda for torch, but that wouldn’t have worked very well.
25. inferna pars, “lower part” sc. tecti or domus, i.e. “basement”
26. I’ve rendered “fuzzy” (aka “hazy”) with incertus, “uncertain, unsure.” best synonym I could find.
27. discerno, “distinguish, discern” for “make out”
28. undique, literally “on all sides” == “all around”
29. mox, “soon” used in the sense of “eventually.” i know it’s somewhat of a stretch.
30. nactus [sum], “I stumbled upon” should almost be translated with nanciscens, “stumbling upon,” but I decided on the perfect in this case.
31. eo aperto, “it having been opened” (the sarcophagus)
32. enim inanest, “truly it was worthless.” the sense of “worthless” is close enough to the original “anticlimactic.”
33. non taediosum, “not wearisome.” I couldn’t find a word for “interesting,” so I used “not boring,” basically.
enjoy!! much love.
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man, latin is the shit. your story even moreso. you know i love it.. keep it up bro.
Posted 6/6/2005 at 11:04 PM by roughdraft1
Ξ Friday, 03 Jun 2005 at 02:02 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Normal |
wow, it’s been a weird night. i’ll write about all that later though… not while it’s fresh in my mind, lol. that would be too predictable, now, wouldn’t it? anyways, I’ve got some hilarious stories I dug up out of the vast archives of CNN and The Register, and I wanted to share them all with you, and possibly provide some useful commentary on them. well, they’re mostly hilarious, so it’s not all that didactic.
“WASHINGTON (AP) — Most American consumers don’t realize Internet merchants and even traditional retailers sometimes charge different prices to different customers for the same products, according to a new survey.“
However, that’s not the funny part. Read on:
“The study, ‘Open to Exploitation,’ found nearly two-thirds of adult Internet users believed incorrectly it was illegal to charge different people different prices, a practice retailers call ‘price customization.’ More than two-thirds of people surveyed also said they believed online travel sites are required by law to offer the lowest airline prices possible.” (italics and retooled quotes mine)
Fuck, 2/3 of those people are idiots then. Required by law to offer the lowest prices? christ, that’s ridiculoid. i looked at that and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I can’t believe how fucking stupid some people are these days. I’m not saying I’m a genius of geniuses, but come on, people, required? Retailers aren’t required to do shit in terms of pricing except for a few guidelines, as far as I know, and they sure as hell aren’t required to give the customer a break, unfortunately. ahh, human nature triumphs once again.
The best one, and I’m not saving it for last, however, came from The Register:
Those readers who like their Reg stories with a firm IT angle would do well to look away now. On the other hand, those readers who like their stories with a something-firm-in-in-hand angle will doubtless be delighted that US capital of libertines, degenerates and homosexualists San Fran last week hosted the city’s “Masturbate-a-thon” – an event designed to celebrate all that is good and wholesome in the five-knuckle shuffle.
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Jesus. No wonder Middle America is as we speak loading its semi-automatic rifle and flicking through the Bible for the bit where it says: “Ye verily, the Lord did smite down those who indulged in the trouser-snake monosamba.”
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Even Center for Sex and Culture supremo, Carol Queen [sic], admitted that the topic of masturbation is for many “off limits”, explaining: “Even people who are sexually frisky… might have the bias that many Americans do, that it’s second-best sex, that it’s something you do if you can’t figure something else out.”
Second-best sex? Tell that to a Linux programmer who’s got a slice of pizza in one hand, his hideously empurpled member in the other and a Natalie Portman tribute website firmly plastered across Firefox…
god, I’m going to love San Francisco. Anywhere that that kinda shit could happen is definitely hilariously cool. and I hope it’s alright that I cited and quoted the text… if not, let me know, but I doubt it’s a problem… that article pretty much speaks for itself.
there were a couple others, but I don’t feel like quoting them really. One is about Jeb Bush being recommended to run for president by Georgie (bleh!), and there were a couple others. I’m weary right now, really. however, check out my next post, in which I’m translating something into Latin! lol… im sorry, i’m boring tonight. much love.
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