February 20, 2003
Well my "Reading Week", Spring Break holiday is almost over, and this is the first time I've had a chance to add anything to this page. Hmm ... I get here for the first time since a long while and Angelfire has change it's look - eww it's ugly now, not that it was the prettiest to begin with but.... I like the fact that when someone's in your thoughts, and you've been talking about them, then you look at your emails, and there's an e-card waiting from you. It's like he almost knew - I love it!! ;-) I also like the background that I just chose for the Feb page - lillies - just like I got with my e-card, how can I not love that?
February 24, 2003
Hmm I wonder what it means when a girl gets her DareDevil fix once a week. I mean when the TA walkes right by the desk, and his butt is right at that level, can you blame a girl for wandering away from the lecture about signified and signifiers that make up what a sign is? Is there anything wrong with the DareDevil himself (or a pretty dame goodlooking similarity) catching your eye?
February 27, 2003
Some random thoughts during English class:
My mind wanders fleetingly from one thought to another. There is hardley any purpose or reason behind these thoughts. They are mere pictures, fleeting images that play across my mind's eye in a silent movie pattern. The pictures are as clear as day. They show what I have seen and daydreamed about these past few days. Why are they intruding on my mind at this time? Why is the pattern of my English teacher's voice and his lecture faded to a humming background while my silent movie rolls across my mind? How is it that this little picture montage has had such an important presence lately? I must admit though, as strange as these images are, they really are quite pleasing to the eye with beautiful faces, and bronzed muscles cascading one on top of the other. It really is too bad that I am such a character-lover (or is it?). Perhaps if these beautiful images were part of an actual person who I intimately knew there might be a more peace within my mind.
I never realized how loud a Second Cup really is until the silence deafens you. When the power goes out and the music stops, the humming of the machines and overhead lights are muted and the sounds of only whispers surround you, the realization of what noises we take for granted burst forth so venomenly.