Wednesday, November 14

19:00 :: Reboot

There will be no more sleeping in class.
There will be no more failed exams.
There will be no more time wasted.
There will be no more messy rooms.
There will be no more all-nighters.
There will be no more hunger.
There will be no more dependency.
There will be no more destitution.
There will be no more procrastination.
There will be no more questions.

01:41 :: Passion

Expressing a kind of sorrow only found in works of fiction: How do I do it? A character from a novel I read over the summer comes to mind everytime I feel a kind of weakness. It's not mental or physical, but it is as intangible as one can get. Let me explain:

She is a girl who is good — of a completely clear heart and crystalline intentions. She works hard, loves harder and knows that, in the end, all will be fine. But everyday she falls just a bit more. Why? I know, but I can't tell. It's not my place to tell. It's not my place to interfere. And so I let it go and watch her fall even more.

Until she's hit the ground. And then I turn around and realize, "Someone should have done something — anything — to save her." An absence of life fills me afterward: It's as if I've lost my own heart.

And I just may as well have.

01:21 :: Perfect

A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.

Saturday, November 10

16:27 :: Substance

Maybe I should watch more television, listen more to the radio, get in with the mainstream mode of thought. The point? So, ten or fifteen years down the road, I can sit down with a bunch of old-school comformists and talk of, "Oh, it definitely should have been called Pacey's Creek. Dawson was such a drag!"

Oh yah.

Monday, November 5

02:48 :: Owned

Tonight, as ex-Astro Luis Gonzalez hit the RBI heard around the world, I cheered. For the Diamondbacks. In Manhattan, it's not polite to cheer for the team opposing the Yankees. Yet I did. And it was good.

Oh, what a beautiful game.

Saturday, November 3

03:06 :: X

Last night, some of us hit up Metronome, a nice lounge on 21st and Broadway. There was a large, green glow surrounding the place as we drove up. And alas, we feasted our eyes on it: the Microsoft Xbox.

The Playstation 2 is such baby play.

Absolutely amazing graphics. A large controller with ample buttonage and well-placed triggers. And I was about to cry when I saw it:

Halo. It existed. It was not vaporware. Moreover, it looked like the most fun with a first person shooter on a console since Goldeneye. Good shit. Good shit, indeed.

Thursday, November 1

03:52 :: Salsa?

For Beta Alpha Psi, I went to Common Ground Homeless Shelter located smack dab in Times Square tonight. Good location, eh?

Ended up dancing with old(er) homeless ladies for an hour or so. I must say, salsa dancing with these ladies (and some men!) has to be one of the most amazing things I've done in my life. I feel as if I'm one of those people who love to do "community service," but usually never get the time to. Or, rather, I feel a tinge of guilt when I realize I do these things with ulterior motives. But, at the same time, when I do do these, I feel so good.

Why so good? Well, there's nothing like making people smile. And it's even better when you realize that these people have had hard lives.

It's silly. As I write this, I feel very shallow. I don't want to say I do this. That's not the bottom line. The bottom line is, as it should be, the smiles on their faces and the glows in their hearts. Yah.