Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.
Nov. 11th, 2011 12:03 pmActually cried cried, as opposed to read/wrote/saw something sad? That'd be...two weeks ago today, actually. When the other mental shoe dropped and I realised that yes, I was fighting stupid and frustrating fights with the local unemployment office because I was, in fact, unemployed because I had lost the only good job I ever had in my entire life.
I'm over it now. I applied to Adelaide University for a languages degree and am sitting a STAT test in a month's time to prove I am not as stupid as I currently feel. :|
...I need to update this journal more, don't I.
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Also, wow, LJ. First you post this entry without the answer and now you post the answer without the question? Well, I guess this is the important part. 8|a
I'm over it now. I applied to Adelaide University for a languages degree and am sitting a STAT test in a month's time to prove I am not as stupid as I currently feel. :|
...I need to update this journal more, don't I.
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Also, wow, LJ. First you post this entry without the answer and now you post the answer without the question? Well, I guess this is the important part. 8|a
Writer's Block: Paranormal activity
Oct. 22nd, 2011 08:01 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
In 1997 I walked into town from Fulham Gardens and cut a path along the River Torrens and was still halfway along the river when night fell. And I wasn't too far from the Morphett Street bridge when something caught my attention on the riverbank. Namely, a pitch-black dog lying there, which kind of ... blended/melded into shadows kind of creepily, that had eyes that were a deep, dying-ember red that flickered. And it swung its head my way and got to its feet and didn't make a single sound.
My response was pretty straightforward.
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/just. kept. walking.
I was back there several times during the day, lookng for the right set of circumstances to have given me an optical illusion of what the Mad Russian and I affectionately termed The Hellhound (made no sound, must be a trick of the light), but we never found anything. We did find a ghost story about a dog associated with the river, though.
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In 1997 I walked into town from Fulham Gardens and cut a path along the River Torrens and was still halfway along the river when night fell. And I wasn't too far from the Morphett Street bridge when something caught my attention on the riverbank. Namely, a pitch-black dog lying there, which kind of ... blended/melded into shadows kind of creepily, that had eyes that were a deep, dying-ember red that flickered. And it swung its head my way and got to its feet and didn't make a single sound.
My response was pretty straightforward.
/just. kept. walking.
I was back there several times during the day, lookng for the right set of circumstances to have given me an optical illusion of what the Mad Russian and I affectionately termed The Hellhound (made no sound, must be a trick of the light), but we never found anything. We did find a ghost story about a dog associated with the river, though.
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It's a Tori Amos song, actually.
And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom has no right to bitch
Oo who
The time is getting closer
Oo who
Time to be a ghost
Oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we been
So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin
Oo who
The time is getting closer
Oo who
Time to be a ghost
Oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we been
Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
You found a girl that you could truly love again
WIll you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see
Oo who
The time is getting closer
Oo who
Time to be a ghost
Oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we been
It appeals to me on a whole bunch of levels. Also, I have been known to throw "They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen" into heavily awkward silences. You should try it sometime. >.>a The looks are great.
It's a Tori Amos song, actually.
And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom has no right to bitch
Oo who
The time is getting closer
Oo who
Time to be a ghost
Oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we been
So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin
Oo who
The time is getting closer
Oo who
Time to be a ghost
Oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we been
Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
You found a girl that you could truly love again
WIll you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see
Oo who
The time is getting closer
Oo who
Time to be a ghost
Oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we been
It appeals to me on a whole bunch of levels. Also, I have been known to throw "They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen" into heavily awkward silences. You should try it sometime. >.>a The looks are great.