o bluest of skies

two words: metal

2007-02-02T22:28:00.000-06:00

There is strange workings afoot.

Aside from the word afoot, something has taken over my
life. Well, two things actually. Two Things that man
cretaed to coexist, and we are not abiding the fates that
are afoot.

The first and foremost thing is of course, metal.

I've been on a binge. I've been trying it all. Any overhear
of any metal band and I'm immediately on them. I've got
them all, ranging fromthe Big Four of Thrash (Metallica,
Slayer, Anthrax, and Megadeth) to the origins (Jeff Beck,
Led Zepplin, and King Crimson) to the good ol' British
Metal (Saxon, Motorhead, and the almighty Iron Maiden).

All this awesome metal has spurned another interest that
is really the only companion that metal can have. I speak
of of course, football. Not only the Super Bowl (go which
ever team didn't beat the Saints), but my own involvement
in the sport. I cannot play where I go to school now, but
I must finish up my bachelors degree at a four year
university of my choice, and damn near every one of them
has a football program.

Besides, five days of physical training a week should be put
to good use, should it not?

o where is the justice?

2007-01-21T22:27:00.000-06:00

I love how there is no justice left in the world.

Today in the play-offs the Saints lost. O where is the justice.
The game was about retarded anyway. I mean, c'mon. 19 degree
weather for a team from New Orleans.

Also, just to add this to my already abysmal weekend: If you are
part of a co-ed group consisting of two males and a female
having an outing, don't single out the female and spoon the entire
trip to your destination. Also, don't leave the "third wheel" to drive
while the other two sit in the back. It's just too awkward.

Not too much else in my life. I broke my DDR pad.... Guess it wasn't up
to my level yet. Going to have a foray into eBay to seek out another.

Wish me luck....

o brave new worlds to see

2007-01-17T23:43:00.000-06:00

Today in my American Government class, I was trying to find a way to keep
from dozing off.  So I scoured ablut to find the instruments that God sent for
me to remain awake and in my teachers good graces.  Alas, for all my
searching I turned up only what I knew I had already: ink and paper.  This
was supposed to be a simple task.  As what are the only acts that can involve
such mediums: drawing and writing.

As I sit, after having made the easy decision that I shall attempt to "doodle"
in opposition to the more thought heavy task of writing, I suddenly remind
myself that unless guided by the great seers of yore, I cannot for the life of
me draw upon parchment and yield a coherant piece.  I am then distraught.
I feel the sandman gaining ground on my consienceness with each ebb and
flow of facts about the Ninth and Fourteenth Amendments.

My mind is now set: I will write.  I begin to mark the paper with the words
that are spilling from the deepest recesses of my mind.  I am truly, honestly,
and totally writing from my heart.  I have seldom before ever felt so... so...
at ease with myself.  As I write further, I am reminded that in fact, I should
not be at ease with myself for there is too much around me that is detrimental
to my life and well being (most of which is self-inflicted). Yet, all else is lost.
Even as I am apparently archiving my deepest-rooted predicaments, I feel
at ease by virtue of the fact that they are merely leaving my head.

Now I face the newest predicament in the long line of the recently uprooted
pains: do I in fact create this very blog and become all the I once despised?
Can I, with a clean conscience, truly maintain an electronic journal that all
can see?

As you have hopefully deciphered at this point in time, I have developed a
blog. The elation and relief that I have discovered by writing my feelings is
too much to pass up. Also, I may create something that will make one
person go "hmm" and that is all that I could ask for at this point in time.