.accounting = the devil.   
12:40am 09/03/2004
 
mood: pissed off
music: Emery - Walls

whys accounting gotta be black, huh?

well....today was, um...i'm gonna go with far from frickin' good. nothing bad happened. i even woke up at 9 and took a shower and went to ALL my classes today. however, i was kidnapped today. three gigantic men attacked my while i was getting dinner at arby's. the next thing i knew, i was bound and gagged and being stuff in the trunk of a mercedes-benz, which isn't that big. after driving for several hours, i was unloaded at what looked to be a prison. this was about at 7 this evening. they stamped a number on my arm and herded me into this gigantic room with about 150 other people. i sat down at a table and was chained to the chair. only my hands were left free. for what purpose? i was not aware at the time. after waiting anxiously for awhile, the door swung open and in walked a mammoth of a man, cloaked in a flowing black robe and accompanied by tiny red demons. upon his arrival, a booklet was flung in front of us along with a primitive writing utensil. the mammoth then proceeded to scribble in his native tongue on the wall. we were instructed to follow. he wrote number after number for hours on end. and before i knew it, i was restless and beginning to go slightly insane. so, i conjured up a plan. i used my writing device to pick the locks of my chains. i then sprung from my chair, whipped out my katana that i carry with me for such occasion. i then set every captive free, who, upon being granted freedom, massacred everyone in the accounting cult. i then set fire to the building and left. the end.
ok, so that didn't really happen. well, kinda. i did sit at 4.0 and go for 4 hours working on this stupid accounting project. no fun at all. accounting is not very fun. and, because of that class and the fact that i suck at it and need major help to pass my next exam, i get to back to 4.0 and go tomorrow night and then again on wednesday night. you may say to yourself, "that's not soo bad." YOU'RE WRONG!!!! since i need to go and get help, i don't get to go to breakaway on tuesday, i don't get to go to worship on wednesday, i don't get to go out to eat for lauren's bday on wednesday...but, worst of all, i probably won't get to see jennifer until thursday. can we say major suck? i think we can. i think i might be able to deal with it though cuz i get to see her all next week....IN ENGLAND! if i can just make it to thursday, everything will get back to normal and england will only be one more day away and i will be happy again. well, i think i'm done venting.

stupid accounting.

ok, now i'm done.


  
   

(.the frailty of words.)
 
If Only in the Bliss of Ignorance I might have dwelled.   
01:23pm 09/03/2004
 
mood: stressed
music: the screams within...
So there I was: Sitting in the midst of a field of wildflowers radiant in colors that seldom exist on this terrestrial plain. The sweetness of blissful daydreaming was beginning to set in as I pondered the coming days of joy and abundant freedom to come. In the distance I could almost see a face, the most marvelous visage imaginable ascending, ascending into direct focus. Then, I noticed an oddity of sorts: the solidity of color in the petals began to fade and crackle, they chipped and vaporized as if some invisible kiln revoked their will to be. The effervescent sky was slowly but surely becoming black, no not black, merely absent of its former luminescence; thick and too heavy to hold on mortal shoulders. Stark realization ensued: The Nothing was enveloping my most precious world in a ceaseless assault on my pretensions! Oh how I fought it with irreverent fervor! But in the end, I failed completely. Yes, it's true friends, I'm worse off than Jarrod because I found out about the accounting test yesterday. This means that The Nothing (aka Accounting) will ultimately digest me aswell...at least until thursday. That's what I get for rebelling against it and not going to class for like 2 weeks. Whatever, welcome to Screwedtown, population Me.

The Mac-Dad		  
   

(.the frailty of words.)
 
  apt37
 
 
days