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17 December 2007 @ 05:39 pm
This is Ourselves, Under Pressure  
I am on the threshold right now. The threshold of revelation. No, just kidding. I have one more final and then I am home free. My paper is nearly finished asides from revising it and then revising it again once Izaak looks at it tomorrow night.

I am at work, with my laptop. God!

I was talking to Shaka today online and someone in the cafeteria at school asked, "What is God anyways?" And I replied to Shaka, "High speed wireless internet. It's all loving, all knowing, and all seeing. Seriouly."

Onto more important topics though. I've not been able to sleep very well for the past month because I've been having a lot of nightmares. People I know and people I love are getting hurt in them. Last night in my dream, I dreamed that my mom had cancer. After that, I dreamed that Korla died in a car accident. I seriously cry a lot when these sorts of things happen. I hope they aren't dark visions of the future because that kind of future really sucks.

Hopefully, after this finals shit is through, I'll be able to sleep properly. If not, I will be very sad.
 
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07 December 2007 @ 10:46 am
 
Sorry, last new post for the day and in an hour span of time.


 
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06 November 2007 @ 10:58 pm
 
Berish: Prosecutor. That's what I am going to be. Prosecutor. 

Maria: What's that?

Avremel: That's someone nice who has the right to be nasty. 


I love Elie Wiesel.
 
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14 August 2007 @ 12:48 am
 
The world is a much different place during a thunderstorm. It is empty, yet strangely magical. It is where you can wear whatever you want and no one will frown, it is where you can be overweight or underweight  but  you're the most beautiful creature around, it is exciting, terrifying, you feel courage, the courage to get cold, wet, to risk being hit by thunder. It's amazing. It's baptism of the soul. It's is salvation in the form of dance. It is the only time I ever truly feel blessed. 

The world is blessed when it rains like crazy. :-)
 
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01 August 2007 @ 11:57 pm
 

Safe and accounted for. 

I was sitting in the broom closet when I heard a large boom and, I went out onto the roof to look and I saw what had happened. It was scary. I didn't know what to think. Black, billowing, pillar of smoke. 

Crazy things were rushing through my head. At first, I was thinking, Where is everyone? How come no one is doing anything? I saw the fire and I didn't really realize that a bridge had collapsed either. Then I called home and asked to see what was up on the news. Bridge collapse. I was worried about a couple of people. My first thoughts went to my parents. My mom or dad could have been on it. Then my sister told me that there was a bus full of kids on it, 8-14 years old and I thought Youth farm. Then I thought Squeaky. And I think by that time I was ready to resent God. Speaking what little parts of the Kaddish I knew. The oxymoron of those last two sentences together. The lightning and the thunder in the background made me wonder if it was the end of the world. 

I think later I calmed down after it sprinkled. Apart of me thinks that was God crying a bit. Even though a lot of people think such things are foolish. It was comforting. 

I am glad that everyone I know is alright. It's good to know you're all safe. :-)

 
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