tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56542982009-02-21T09:07:37.984-05:00Title pendingBecause the last one was too cliched for my tastes. I make my life sound like... normal. Weird.Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comBlogger428125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1138237017431879872006-01-25T19:56:00.000-05:002006-01-25T19:56:57.443-05:00oh yeahAND I KEEP FINDING LINES FROM MY STORY IN REAL LIFE. IT SCARES ME EVERY TIME.Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1138156742057509602006-01-24T21:23:00.000-05:002006-01-24T21:39:02.116-05:00I don't have much to do. I'm home alone, my desk sort of stinks, my cat's still asleep, I still have the same music and the same worries, same games and friends as always. I didn't have too much homework. I worked a little on a new Dungeons and Dragons campaign, then wrote a little, but stopped because I was starting to scare myself. I'm easily scared. Read my book, which is only ok. Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1137037235972829612006-01-11T22:12:00.000-05:002006-01-11T22:40:36.036-05:00So.I deleted Premeser, my level 60 tauren warrior, member of a rather psychotic guild in World of Warcraft. I've resolved to stay away from that game, because it is bad for me. I've basically been shaving of various parts of my life for the past nine or so months, and I guess I decided that I needed to figure out how to live again. Starting by shaving off that which eats up most of my time.I Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1136779103977894962006-01-08T22:39:00.000-05:002006-01-08T22:58:24.050-05:00I am crippled.I can't write candidly in my blog anymore. I just can't. The sure knowledge that my audience are people I know well - my teachers, my friends, my classmates - just keeps me from writing what I used to think was beautiful and worth writing about. All the inner things, the large things, the ones that I don't discuss in everyday life. I'm not able to discuss them anymore because Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1136693081239980612006-01-07T23:01:00.000-05:002006-01-07T23:04:41.253-05:00Went to see Brokeback Mountain last night with Walt. It's not quite as happy a movie as Star Wars Episode 3. Incidentally, I have seen the former twice in the space of twenty-four hours. Nothing like a good cathartic love story to mope about for several days, sending your already black mood ("Hamlet," anyone?) into a darkening spiral of oblivion. And, uh, dark angelic tears. And stuff.I'm Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1136428168830477202006-01-04T21:20:00.000-05:002006-01-04T21:29:28.846-05:00School is remarkably low key so far. I was expecting to get back and face three papers, a test, and loads of stress. What I am met with, however, is very little homework at all, none really on the horizon, and an altogether pleasant English class. We're finally onto the "Darkness and the Horrors of Man" unit, which will last until May. We've just started reading Hamlet; I went out to Border'sNatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1136094964330750222006-01-01T00:29:00.000-05:002006-01-01T00:56:04.370-05:00Rabbit rabbitSo it's 2006? What of it? I can't imagine much will be different from the years before - I mean, except for the fact that I'm done worrying about turning college applications in on time. That's done, and I suppose that was a big cloud over my head for about two years that's mostly dispelled. Not much I can do about it now: they're in. Submitted. Ta da, Happy New Years. A Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1136070184448245922005-12-31T17:55:00.000-05:002005-12-31T18:03:04.463-05:00I noticed recently that, depending on how you look at it, the year can seem either long or short. For instance, if I decide that the year began on last New Year's Eve, in downtown Raleigh with Cirque du Soleil and bonfires, then it seems like this year has been very short indeed. Not much has happened, basically. End of the school year, then the summer - with that weird week at Johns River andNatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1135894199622754682005-12-29T17:08:00.000-05:002005-12-29T17:09:59.636-05:00One more revision and I'm done. And then writing the William and Mary supplement again. And then taking a US History subject test at the end of January. Then figuring out which school I want to go to, submitting scholarships, filling out financial aid forms, moving, and starting over again. It just doesn't end, does it?Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1135577866731647272005-12-26T01:16:00.000-05:002005-12-26T01:17:46.743-05:00R.I.P Meldariana and SilarielThe level 19 Den Mother Bear and her five level 9 cubs proved too much for myself, and a group of three level 17 Tidewalker Nagas slew my valiant sister. No longer are we untouchable. Sniff.Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1135569205727013382005-12-25T22:32:00.000-05:002005-12-25T22:53:25.823-05:00Alright alright alright. I'll post. It's not that I've got anything else to do with my time, besides playing video games and read. And working on college applications. God, college applications. I gotta get on that. Only five days left, and three or four essays. Short ones, though! 250 words, you know? Nothing big. Nothing bad.I might as well state the obvious first: it's Christmas, andNatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1135021315770725422005-12-19T14:40:00.000-05:002005-12-19T14:41:55.786-05:00Exams. College apps. World of Warcraft. Christmas tree. Brother's home. Had several disturbing dreams. Still single. Facebook's mildly interesting sometimes, though, and Sluggy Freelance is the best. King Kong was great. Last day of school tomorrow.Nothing more to see here. Move along.Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1131415017280404352005-11-07T20:52:00.001-05:002005-12-06T08:03:23.206-05:00Write everything you know about dying. "Just go. Don't think "what does she mean by that?" Dive in. We die in all kinds of way. Who died? When did they die? how? why?" Alright, so, death. Hannah says that if there were one way she would prefer to die, it would be by freezing, because it's so slow and gentle. All that happens, she says, is that you find yourself growing tired, and Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1133493177420706132005-12-01T22:06:00.000-05:002005-12-01T22:12:57.430-05:00It's been an interesting week. Thanksgiving was lovely, and the weekend mostly relaxing. I got Wednesday off from school because of a gas leak - I got there, and everyone was bunched up on the patio away from the main building. We had first period, and all the students not in the main building for those forty-five minutes (that is, two-thirds of us) just sat in on any classes with room. We Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1132944592090482272005-11-25T13:13:00.001-05:002005-11-25T13:49:52.110-05:00We didn't have Thanksgiving yesterday. My brother had dinner with his girlfriend's family, leaving the three of us at home. My dad is still recovering from his surgery last week, so we didn't visit with anyone else from church. Instead of turkey, we had pasta with basil pesto, and yellow cake for dessert. We went to see Harry Potter after dinner, though, and it was very good. Much better than theNatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1132715342679046772005-11-22T21:51:00.000-05:002005-11-22T22:09:02.720-05:00I'm pretty sure that it rained yesterday. This was definitely a chilly, grey rain, like I'm used to in November. I'm not entirely positive of this, however, because I have a pretty bad cold, and yesterday was a terrible blur. I got about three hours of sleep Sunday night, so I had a lot of difficulty just walking by third period, let alone thinking or seeing clearly. Cold and rainy indeed. Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1132471239807678432005-11-20T01:59:00.000-05:002005-11-20T02:20:39.843-05:00Ok, so it didn't actually rain today. No rain whatsoever. Plenty of sun and plenty of cold, however, because the temperature has certainly dropped to acceptable November levels. Low 50s and the like, you know.Now, what am I to talk about? I might as well mention what's happened in the past half week, but that always seems a little empty to me until I read it afterward. The writing's no fun, Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1132202708955918862005-11-16T23:30:00.000-05:002005-11-16T23:45:08.996-05:00Day 49 of the Great Postless DroughtI blame it on the lack of rain. The water level's down eight feet, and the city's imposing strict fines. My philosophy is that, when it rains, I blog. Capiche?Well, it rained tonight. I was driving home from the hospital at sevenish tonight, because my dad had to go into surgery to get the big metal plates in his newly-healed right leg removed, and it Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1130818881773538742005-10-31T23:18:00.000-05:002005-10-31T23:21:21.790-05:00So in the past, my house would be the awesomest house in the neighborhood. We'd put skulls in the windows and drape everything with spiderwebs, hang skeleton legs wrapped with blood-stained tissues from the tree, have this big ol outdoor room filled with mist from a fog machine and surrounded by spider webs, and there would be this half open coffin and scary sounds playing, and all the little Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1130381013410953592005-10-26T22:19:00.000-04:002005-10-26T22:43:33.456-04:00Off his rocker?Yar matey, I do believe I be having a bad time lately, not least of which is the simple frustration of me suddenly and inexplicably replacing, "yes" or "yeah" with "yar!" which leads to a lot of confusion and laughter and embarrassment on my part, because I meant to say "yes" but it came out "yar" and don't laugh at me!In any case, I really am unhappy, I swear. I've mentioned Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1129987688800341272005-10-22T09:25:00.000-04:002005-10-22T09:28:09.353-04:00It looks like the week from hell may indeed be over. I am leaving in twenty minutes for Lexington, North Carolina for the Barbecue Festival, much like last year. I will be meeting with several friends, roaming around the city, and sleeping in our friend Emily's back yard. In a tent. In late October.It will be fun. Dammit.Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1129668195353603162005-10-18T16:34:00.000-04:002005-10-18T16:43:15.360-04:00Body Snatchers?!I just want to take this opportunity to say that I feel fine, and in the best sense of the word. I feel like I could stroll down the road whistling and never stop, never falter. There's nothing dark or gloomy looming over my shoulder. The weather is beautiful, the windows are wide open, my cat is growling at the squirrels, and I am going to the Lexington Barbecue Festival on Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1129594415853325702005-10-17T20:09:00.000-04:002005-10-17T20:15:30.753-04:00I Love Psychology Dear Abby, I have been dating a young woman for about eight months. I feel she is losing interest in me. We attend different universities, so I can't spend as much time with her as I would like. I'm afraid she may have fallen for some other guy. Can you give me some advice about how to win her back?Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1129439303904068392005-10-16T01:06:00.000-04:002005-10-16T01:08:23.910-04:00So I went to the fair.It was, well, a lot of fun. I'm glad I went. I even won a teddy bear. And screamed on the ferris wheel. And ogled all the boys with their made up girlfriends. And ate bloomin' onions, cotton candy, funnel cake, and lemon pie. Piiie, actually, is how it's spelled. As in "WANT PIE NOW!"But it's late and I'm tired, and my legs hurt, so I'm going to bed.Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1129357540560335402005-10-15T01:47:00.000-04:002005-10-15T02:25:40.616-04:00So it's been two weeks? Something like that. A long time, anyway. I guess blogging has simply stopped being a habit of mine, and that's not good, because I like blogging, and I admire people who blog often and well. All of this easily and obviously adds up to blogging often and well myself, but I think I lost sight of my priorities a while ago.World of Warcraft hasn't helped. It's a hell of Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.com