<Mountainous Heathen!>

the day breaks

my roomate is sleeping. have you ever watched people while they sleep? i mean, not for long, because then it's creepy. but inbetween tedious sentences about cardiac output, i wonder where she is. last time ryein was sleeping, i remember watching him thinking the same thing. they always look so characteristic. you can't lie when you're sleeping. not that they would while awake, but...there's something genuine in it that i can't put my finger on. for instance, just now, she rolled over really violently, brushed off all her blankets and made like she was throwing a tantrum,...while still sleeping. hm, i wonder what angers her. no, wait..no i don't.

i used to be a night person. remember? when i'd stay up till two and then get up and go to la burrita for the sake of it being open that late. that's right, we're not freshmen, and the bonfire this week doesn't look so much enticing as it does completely lame.

apparently there's a book called monday starts on saturday. about some research facility that does black and white magic, but still has to go through the beaurocracy of being a research laboratory. i didn't remember this ten minutes ago, but that's not so outrageous. monday really does start on saturday if you're in iran. way to go.

now, tell me you,
who suffers more, the blind or the unseen?

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Wednesday, November 17, 2004 the day breaks my roomate is sleeping. have you ever watched people while they sleep? i mean, not for long, because then it's creepy. but inbetween tedious sentences about cardiac output, i wonder where she is. last time ryein was sleeping, i remember watching him thinking the same thing. they always look so characteristic. you can't lie when you're sleeping. not that they would while awake, but...there's something genuine in it that i can't put my finger on. for instance, just now, she rolled over really violently, brushed off all her blankets and made like she was throwing a tantrum,...while still sleeping. hm, i wonder what angers her. no, wait..no i don't. i used to be a night person. remember? when i'd stay up till two and then get up and go to la burrita for the sake of it being open that late. that's right, we're not freshmen, and the bonfire this week doesn't look so much enticing as it does completely lame. apparently there's a book called monday starts on saturday. about some research facility that does black and white magic, but still has to go through the beaurocracy of being a research laboratory. i didn't remember this ten minutes ago, but that's not so outrageous. monday really does start on saturday if you're in iran. way to go. now, tell me you, who suffers more, the blind or the unseen? posted by ...me at 11:09 PM