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"I can see hearts carved on a tree..."
Jan. 13th, 2007 06:02 pm( Because I like these. )
I attended Kabbalat Shabbat at Temple Chai with Luke yesterday evening. I think I saw some kids I know from Saguaro there, but I was not able to find them after to say hello. The singing was very soothing and beautiful--there was a nice mixture of young adolescents clearly not paying attention and devout adults. I felt more welcome as a gentile there than I did when I attended Christian services with friends in Amarillo. We ended up going to the "gay Denny's" on 7th Street at about 2 AM, and talked of many things. It's nice, in a very perverse, selfish way, to have somebody to talk to who is going through fundamentally the same thing I am right now. He's left for DC this morning. He left a lot of American comics for me to read. And I've finally seen Troma Films. Toxic Avenger and Terror Firmer, much.
I really shouldn't go through LJ archives. It may warm my heart to see "signs of life" and proof of an ideal, happy past, but it's ultimately illusory. The past cannot be re-claimed, nor can I live in it just because I don't like the way things are in the present. It would be more healthy to look forward to a future of happiness--in abstract terms. Not set any concrete specifications for that conditions that may or may not manifest.
I've been playing Kingdom Hearts--addictive as crack. How did I not get into this, I don't know, four years ago? I'm becoming a gamer again.
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momijizukamori sent me Subaru and Seishirou cookies for holidays! They're kick-ass awesome. I don't want to eat them. I want them to have very sugary sexy time. I feel really bad for not having sent my holiday cards (I really don't have a legit excuse), but maybe something else can be arranged for the addresses I collected...
The dorms are re-opened for moving back in today. I don't know if I'll move back in this evening, but I'll probably end up there for a rumored celebratory party, of sorts. Fillman called to mention something.
And FUCK FUCK FUCK I NEED TO FINISH THOSE ARTICLES FUCK.
I attended Kabbalat Shabbat at Temple Chai with Luke yesterday evening. I think I saw some kids I know from Saguaro there, but I was not able to find them after to say hello. The singing was very soothing and beautiful--there was a nice mixture of young adolescents clearly not paying attention and devout adults. I felt more welcome as a gentile there than I did when I attended Christian services with friends in Amarillo. We ended up going to the "gay Denny's" on 7th Street at about 2 AM, and talked of many things. It's nice, in a very perverse, selfish way, to have somebody to talk to who is going through fundamentally the same thing I am right now. He's left for DC this morning. He left a lot of American comics for me to read. And I've finally seen Troma Films. Toxic Avenger and Terror Firmer, much.
I really shouldn't go through LJ archives. It may warm my heart to see "signs of life" and proof of an ideal, happy past, but it's ultimately illusory. The past cannot be re-claimed, nor can I live in it just because I don't like the way things are in the present. It would be more healthy to look forward to a future of happiness--in abstract terms. Not set any concrete specifications for that conditions that may or may not manifest.
I've been playing Kingdom Hearts--addictive as crack. How did I not get into this, I don't know, four years ago? I'm becoming a gamer again.
momijizukamori sent me Subaru and Seishirou cookies for holidays! They're kick-ass awesome. I don't want to eat them. I want them to have very sugary sexy time. I feel really bad for not having sent my holiday cards (I really don't have a legit excuse), but maybe something else can be arranged for the addresses I collected...The dorms are re-opened for moving back in today. I don't know if I'll move back in this evening, but I'll probably end up there for a rumored celebratory party, of sorts. Fillman called to mention something.
And FUCK FUCK FUCK I NEED TO FINISH THOSE ARTICLES FUCK.
