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Mar. 11th, 2005 05:58 pmAll moody for no good reason. I can feel myself being irritating. I've finished all my tests and am still anxious. If I'm wierd, as I have been being, my bad.
In good news, I aced that philo midterm hard. I was rushed on the essays, but still, I think I did well.
I need to find the energy to be nicer to people.
Have been trying to get to sleep, but can't. Just lay around thinking nothing good. Now I'm just rocking out to my new Bowie album, Never Let Me Down. Ho hum.
*edit*
Have discovered incredible lyrics on this CD!
"Glass Spider"
Up until one century ago there lived,
In the Zi Duang province of eastern country
A glass-like spider
Having devoured its prey it would drape the skeletons
over its web
In weeks creating a macabre
Shrine of remains
Its web was also unique in that it had many layers
Like floors in a building
At the top of this palace-like place, assembled with
almost apparent
Care, were tiny, shining objects, glass, beads, dew-drops
One could almost call it an altar
When the breeze blew
thru this construction
It produced sounds of wailing, crying
Tiny wails, tiny cries
The baby spiders would get scared and search frantically for their mother.
But the Glass Spider would have long gone, having known that the babies
Would survive somehow
on their own.
Oh-The Glass Spider had blue eyes almost like-a human's.
They shed tears at the wintered turn of the centuries.
What, David Bowie? Awesomeness is what.
In good news, I aced that philo midterm hard. I was rushed on the essays, but still, I think I did well.
I need to find the energy to be nicer to people.
Have been trying to get to sleep, but can't. Just lay around thinking nothing good. Now I'm just rocking out to my new Bowie album, Never Let Me Down. Ho hum.
*edit*
Have discovered incredible lyrics on this CD!
"Glass Spider"
Up until one century ago there lived,
In the Zi Duang province of eastern country
A glass-like spider
Having devoured its prey it would drape the skeletons
over its web
In weeks creating a macabre
Shrine of remains
Its web was also unique in that it had many layers
Like floors in a building
At the top of this palace-like place, assembled with
almost apparent
Care, were tiny, shining objects, glass, beads, dew-drops
One could almost call it an altar
When the breeze blew
thru this construction
It produced sounds of wailing, crying
Tiny wails, tiny cries
The baby spiders would get scared and search frantically for their mother.
But the Glass Spider would have long gone, having known that the babies
Would survive somehow
on their own.
Oh-The Glass Spider had blue eyes almost like-a human's.
They shed tears at the wintered turn of the centuries.
What, David Bowie? Awesomeness is what.
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Date: 2005-03-11 07:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-12 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-12 05:35 pm (UTC)and ignoring the vastness of your meatcave!
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Date: 2005-03-12 06:26 pm (UTC)