And the silence of the shining stone
like the shattering crystal of the poet cries:
"I the enigma undefined,
the error of my age;
the players and the play defamed
that tread a timeless stage.
Ay! both hero and the rake,
of tragedy and of comic parts;
the dirge at many a wake
and the wit that veins the farce."
Oscar Wilde
This layout is an Act of Clawed.
Thursday, February 21, 2002
There are things in life that one cannot take in stride. There are things that, once done, can never be taken back.
There are moments when one's world falls apart, and one's soul with it.
The events of the last few weeks have conspired together to become one of those moments.
Deserted, hated, and condemned by friends and enemies alike for actions which I do not understand and which will not be explained to me.
I know how people are going to recieve this. At one time, I might have cared. To those of you who told me to get over it, to forget it, to shove it, who told me I was selfish, a bitch, uncaring, and petty, to those who only want my time and my care and my friendship and are unwilling to give anything but pain in return, I thank you for making me what I am today.
There is little left of the person I was a scant few weeks ago. When my friendship was not enough, my soul was demanded and consumed, piece by piece, until I was left with only fragments.
I shall return when I can find the pieces of myself.
And so the week of Hell enters part two, the week of four exams. Remarkably enough, I think I actually did fairly well on the Evil Genetics Exam (ihopeihopeihope) Now to do call and molec. and my Incredible lab safety final. Unfortunately, I also have to do a lab safety check of my lab for said final. But oh well, as of Thursday I never have to go back to that class.
Went home this weekend. Aside from having to put up with my Aunt (who I didn't know was going to be there) it was fun. Unfortunately, we didn't have president's day off, which meant driving home at 7 am. But I needed the break. The stress levels up here have been so high lately that one can't even move without having someone explode.
Now I have two major problems, however. 1: what to do for game on Friday. 2. What to get Lora for her birthday.
of course, I signed up to work the ballet this weekend. Which means a 12 hour shift on sunday. My brain is going to kill me, but my bank account is going to love me. I am so broke.
Sigh. Bored. No one around to talk to. If I was smart I'd go study micro. I'll probably watch a movie instead ^_^