http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:ThePupil&section=today deviantART RSS for by:ThePupil en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Sun, 20 Dec 2009 05:24:36 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://ThePupil.deviantart.com/journal/21270824/ http://ThePupil.deviantart.com/journal/21270824/ Sat, 01 Nov 2008 18:49:34 PDT I have a call back tomorrow morning at 10 am.
This could be something big for me.
This could be the start of some monumental career thing...

or not...

I dont want to get my hopes up, but I'll have fun doing it.


luck!

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be exprecting, im expecting...?

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Im not trying to sound dramatic or sound like Iv had a sudden spiritual awakening. Im trying to sound like im sick of pointless change, because I actualy am. And so are other people.

I know that only like 3 or four people who read this actualy know me and give a shit. But I really dont care. This isnt for you, this is for me. Maybe one or two other people, but mainly me.

So SHUT UPI AND APPLAUD MY DECISION MAKING SKILLS!



In conclusion...

You're a Racist...think about it, kuz i havnt.

]]> ~ThePupil http://ThePupil.deviantart.com/journal/18789259/ http://ThePupil.deviantart.com/journal/18789259/ Wed, 11 Jun 2008 17:49:48 PDT
Why do I bother? It wont change anything and its a waste of thought and time.

Anymore, the only thoughts that aren't a waste are the ones about her. About us. Worrying about the future.

But why worry? In the back of my head I have this faint feeling that everything will work out better than I thought. But I don't want to get caught up in that feeling. What if its wrong? What then. Why get my hopes up for just the faintest feeling?

But then again, why get my hopes down. More often than not, at least for me, it seems like those faintest feelings are the ones that end up being the prophetic feelings. The ones that I SHOULD trust, I just don't know to until the time and need for the trust has long since passed.

So what to do...? Dive head-first into an uncertain, but somehow know future? Or do I stand back and poke it with a stick wondering "Is it alive?" (which translates into,"What do I do?")

Poor me. No. Poor, fateful life. Why should I say "Poor me." when every human feels the same uncertainty about there future? Who am I to be special in that way? Who am I to have the luxury of being sad about not knowing when everyone else feels just the same? The rich. The poor. The blacks. The whites. The men. The women. The young. The old.

Well, I suppose not the old, once you get to a certain point... the inevitable happens. poor them. They are the ones who have the luxury of being sad. They are the learned. The wise. The people who we DON'T want to go.

But I digress.

I'm stuck in a vicious circle of want and caution. All for her. Yes, you. You and only you.

I love you more than I ever have anything or anyone. Thats why I'm trapped where I am. Don't feel bad about it, no. Id rather be trapped here with you than set free with out you.

Ah, love is such a wonderful, dreadful thing. And I love it. And I love you. Only you.

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untill then......huh.


sory if i post the same page twice. again with the computer being bad,

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There was a smell of Time in the air tonight. He and turned the fancy in his mind. There was a thought. What did Time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what time sounded like it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box lids, and rain. And, going further, what did Time look like?Time looked like snow dropping silently into a black room or it looked like a silent film in the ancient theater, one hundred billion faces falling like those New Year balloons, down and down into nothing. Thats how time smelled and looked and sounded. And tonight-Tomas shoved a hand into the wind outside the truck- tonight you could almost touch Time.

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