Can you believe that an entire week has gone by? Oh for it to be friday afternoon again with its blissful rest and day-dreaming until I am sick of sleeping...oh the joy and gladdness it constantly brings me - and to have a Monday off!

Oh the three day week to follow. Oh my eyes- can you behold such a marvel? Can this be possible again within the same small quarter of time within a single lifetime? It must...nay, it is!

Well anyway - went to see Il Travatore. What a lame production not worthy of the opera it hosted. I mean the soldiers were "wet noodles" and one even had the gaul to Lounge Against the Set! I was aghast. It was simply unacceptable. But when you have high expectations and expensive tastes - nothing less will quench your literary and social thirst...I suppose you could place me in that nut shell from occasion to occasion; if you so chose to do so even if I vehenemently rejected. oh well!

I suppose I just wanted to ramble a bit of my blatherings and move on from there. Tata until I write some more garble! ;0)

PS. Franky - I will be done with "Look Back In Anger" after Wednesday if you want to read it. =0D
Sleep well little kiddies!

Oh for it to be another glorious Friday morning - edging on afternoon and still lying in bed. *Sigh* Life on a friday is so beautiful.

But soon the weekend gets a little more hectic with church vespers...whale watching at 6 am....oh dear!

But the joy and fun of this friday is still filling me with teeming gladness and I feel uncompelled to stress and worry - although it is nature to do so. But that matters not.

For all of you who are [although it is really just so I don't forget], here is a little line of a poem I hope to make sense of later:
Blood spewing from the bitter wounds of abstinance.

Don't ask yet - the poem is not done yet. I mean if I just laid down anything from Leda and the Swan - you all would blush and cringe. So don't worry - this is no Leda and the Swan; nor is it Bryon or Wordsworth. But I think general soceity as a whole will be able to live, move on, and gather their pieces together again. =0)

Fear not! Must be going now - the day haunts to greet me and I should feign to agree, but it doth call so mundanely and so persistantly that how can I reject it like a poor starving lost kitten? Oh no, not I. I will greet you, Friday, with a brim hat and a beautiful smile!

***PS. read Keats and tell me if YOU get it ;0)

News has graced my angsted soul for the night and I feel so...oh what word to instigate....propounded? No, how about "I feel so...lovely?" Hmm. Can I do that?

Well why not - the night attire makes me feel "hott", so I think I can swing that around to mean a sort of lovely. Not really the ravishing "belle" beauty, but then again not exactly that torturous I-just-cannot-stop-staring-at-your-big-fat-head lovely either. So I guess we are okay where we stand, no?

OKay, so it is late and I feel all twisted and looney. What can I say? I suppose that you would opt that I refrain from saying much at all. But that would be mundane, boring, and a drag. I mean really, isn't college enough of that. Hemm, I know that I feel lame and inadequate. So I will assume that I must not be the only one here.

Alright, alright, alright. I am done now. Whatever I planned on saying - I am not really sure that I said it. But if you are looking for something mentally substancial, you may just consider reading some other online journal. Basically, this is your classic Gerber portions of gunk and garble. Or in better terms - it is nothing more than my midnight blatherings that I collect and throw annoyedly at the world. So here you are, general population! Feed well upon my obtruse nonesense.

Until I feel a deep and aching yearn to blather some more - I leave you all in peace. Sleep well little village of humanity!

That's it - my week is ruined! Well, okay maybe it is not all that drastic. But - my Monday evening plans are in shambles because "poor Groben has an upper respiritory infection". As if I really care?!

All I wanted was to actually go and enjoy some music and make a evening of dressing up and having a heck of a time just being with Chris and enjoying a little time away from the day-to-day. But ius that going to happen now? No! Simply because some singer who I don't know the least tiny bit about has a "upper respiritory infection". How terribly sad - gah!

Okay, so maybe I should be a little sympathetic. It can't have been easy being at the Super Bowl (only God knows how awful that must have been). And really, anyone in their right mind must have been made ill by it. But that aside, I am still annoyed with the fact that I wil probably end up sitting in my stupid room on my lame computer for yet another annoying evening.

I am so sick of being bored and doing homework - the typical day-to-day that drags your heels in the dust and kicks you in the ribs every monday morning when the perverbial alarm clock blares your eardrums out just to realize that you set the clock either an hour too early or too late - whichever is inevitable to piss you off more.

But "oh well" is all you can really say I suppose. There must be some reason for all of this transpiring. Just what, I'm still not sure. But whatever - Mozzeltoff! [not that I can spell that, but I'm not much in the grammatically correct mood at the moment].

So there is a summary of my annoyance at the world for the day - the hour - the week - whatever. Until I come up with more to say...

If anyone has not read Beckett's "Endgame" You Ought To!!!