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I'd like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mater. You'll find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh... somebody will start croaking out one of these things and everyone will gradually join in -- each in his own key, of course -- until the place is just soggy with nostalgia. Well, a typical such song might be called Bright College Days, and might go like this. Bright college days, O carefree days that fly, To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls. Turn on the spigot, pour the beer and swig it, and gaudeamus igit-ur. Here's to parties we tossed, To the games that we lost, We shall claim that we won them some day. To the girls young and sweet, To the spacious back seat of our beat up Chevrolet.
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[18 Jul 2012|10:33am]
[It was incredibly late at night or more so very early in the morning when Jake got in. His trip was suppose to last another week still, but as soon as his parents started on him about his friendships and the 'healthiness' of them he had to leave. Obviously the concept of doctor/patient privilege was not something his psychologist prescribed to. He was an adult after all and they still treated him like he was a teen. They were well aware who he had been, or they were trying to tell themselves it wasn't real since they were strict Catholics. So when they were informed about Aimon and Riley, they freaked out and tried to insist that he be readmitted into the hospital. The new scars on his body didn't help in the least. So he traded in his ticket to go back home early.

( "What the fuck are you doin' in me bed?" )]

[Aimon]
Why did you not tell me about Riley sleeping in me bed?

[Riley]
You owe me a talk now about those dreams of yours.

[18 Jul 2012|02:52pm]
OMG, YOU GUYS!

This just does not stop being awesome! I know, I know, people are having trouble hearing and power is being knocked out or whatever but I freaking love it! It's like everything is a celebration of me!

Like, today, I finished knitting this adorable floppy hat for when fall hits? (Which is apparently a hard pattern for normal people, I don't know.) So I tucked the hat away into my closet and BAM! Fireworks that matched the pattern of the hat!

Like I said. It just does not stop being amazing.

rolling thunder. [video] [18 Jul 2012|03:05pm]
[ mood | enthralled ]

[The camera is still, focused in on Ganymede, sitting on his bed with his legs crossed underneath him. His eyes are closed, but he looks happy, content even though there's a considerable din of fireworks. Not coming from him, but simply ambient. The noise is almost akin to thunder. Loud, yet subdued and pulsating. He smiles, takes a deep breath, and opens his eyes, though only to make eye contact with the camera for a second before averting his gaze to the floor.]

I know a lot of people really can't stand the fireworks. [He tucks a little hair behind his ear, as the smile creeps back onto his lips.] But I have to say, I think I really like them.

[He takes a deep breath, and continues. Looking happy, nervous, and maybe a little...well, the blush on his cheeks may just be evident of something a little more.] I like the sound, actually. I think the colors are pretty, and I like the way they light up. But the sound, I think, is my favorite thing about them.

[He giggles a little bit, and looks towards the floor again.] They remind me of thunder. [His fingers grasp gently into the fabric of his comforter, not quite on purpose.]

[And then, a singular little firework, more akin to a sparkler than anything else, sparkles out behind him. Bright white, and circular, it barely makes a noise. A tiny little 'pop', and a fizzle, and he gives the camera an embarrassed, but sincere smile.]

I hope I figure out what's causing mine, though. Some people seem to have theirs figured out. [He shrugs, but his cheeks are flushed a decent shade of pink. They happen when he's aroused, not that he'd ever say anything like that. And it's not something he's willing to attribute to the sound of thunder, either. He laughs again, and gives the camera a little wave, and...tacked on at the end is a little kiss. Blown noiselessly, from one very happy little Ganymede.]


fourteen [18 Jul 2012|04:50pm]
I haven't gotten much sleep since these fireworks started.

I miss C

thirty-eight. [18 Jul 2012|05:48pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]
[ music | Maroon 5 - Makes Me Wonder ]

( and it really makes me wonder if I ever gave a fuck about you... )

I'll be running another MMA tutorial tomorrow afternoon, 2:30pm, this time on grappling and knee strikes. These classes are open to anyone, and so long as you don't blow the room off the Sports Center with any fucking fireworks we'll be cool.

Also, I signed up for the Run For your Lives Zombie 5K taking place in Portland on August 4th. If anyone wants in let me know and we can go as a group.

[Text: Jake]
I think it's best to never speak of what happened. Which was nothing. But still.

[Text: Jon]
If I admit that I miss you and I'm being a tard will you not hold it over my head?

[sent a few minutes later]

I wanna go on a road trip. There's hot springs out in Colorado Springs, we should go.


[18 Jul 2012|08:38pm]
So, I'm watching an old episode of this show NCIS, the general plot of this particular episode is about gaming. Except they're getting it all wrong. There are no 'high scores' in MMOs. The writers need to look a bit deeper into their lingo and concepts.
The previous episode had the computer guy and forensic girl typing on the same keyboard at the same time. Like that would work?

All of this came from every time I do anything productive fireworks going off all around me. So I'm being lazy and not thinking about anything.

☮3 [18 Jul 2012|09:34pm]
So, apparently the fireworks are no chemistry project gone wrong, which is a good thing, but they are unnerving anyway. The doves were talking about it and they share my opinion. It's just too loud and too resounding.

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