Wait…

How did this happen? I went from listening to Christian metal in Finnish to angsty love songs in Spanish… o.O
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Uh

So I guess I should point out after my apparently confusing post of last night:
I’m not depressed…just confused.
As proof: an amusing Christian song:

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Crises of purpose: the weary Christian’s version of the existential crisis.
Irrelevant but cathartic song:

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Tattoo

Well, it’s finally happened…
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Scared ya mom.
But I finally decided what I would get as a tattoo if I ever did.
In Sophocles’ tragedy Ajax, Athena is chewing out Odysseus for being a chicken, and she tells him,

Abide in silence. Earn not the name of coward.

I’d probably do it in a fancy script of some sort, maybe just the last phrase if I didn’t have room, and I’d get it either emblazoned on my chest or on my bicep somehow.
But yeah.
I need to be lectured once in a while: “Shaddup and stand your ground! Stop whining and do what you came for!”

In other news, I had a fun evening tonight.
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P.S. Sadly, I can’t afford a tattoo, I’m scared of needles, and I need to look professional, so I won’t be getting this in the foreseeable future.

Sometimes

Time for this song again:

In other news, my hoodie smells like campfire. Yay! I will not wash it for a long time, until it is in danger of smelling like other things…haha.
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Stuck in mah head!

Song stuck in my head
I heard it in the bookstore
Can’t stop hearing it.

Fortunately, it’s a good song — Bill Withers’ Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone
Here, if you have heard this song before, you obviously love it, and if you haven’t heard it before, now you have:
Oh, and just for the record: I ain’t bellyachin’ over any gal bein’ gone, since I ain’t got one.
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P.S. I’m working on some more meaningful content to post. Over break, my writing has become really fluffy, so I’m thinking up new ideas to add weight and depth to what I write.
P.P.S.S. In the spirit of adding depth, I give you the following haiku, which is dedicated to my maternal grandfather:
Dig a hole real deep
Drop a bucket down the hole
Now it’s called a well.
How’s that for a deep subject?
P.P.P.S.S.S. I really do intend to come up with meaningful content. I just couldn’t resist making a well pun, which my grandfather taught me and which a friend over on her blog reminded me of. However, her post was too serious for me to make stupid comments on, so. (In fact, I’m afraid to even link to her post here…seems sort of sacreligious.)

uhhh…

To all my friends at school:
I miss you guys! And…hmmm…Oh I get to see all of you again in less than a week! yay!
–propjets