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I have my camera back.
this is a good, good start.
-H

]]> ~TidesToControl http://TidesToControl.deviantart.com/journal/12060514/ http://TidesToControl.deviantart.com/journal/12060514/ Sun, 04 Mar 2007 21:36:35 PST
in other news, my phone is also completely farkokht (daily dose of yiddish provided by...), I'm having nightmares about The World/Inferno Frienship Society (please, Semra, don't be angry) and I'm madly behind on my homework (...yep. I got nothing).
signs from God much? I think so.

granglesnarglewoof.

-h

]]> ~TidesToControl http://TidesToControl.deviantart.com/journal/12030149/ http://TidesToControl.deviantart.com/journal/12030149/ Fri, 02 Mar 2007 17:37:16 PST really want to know):

You Gonna Be?
I'm gonna be a star!
(too cliche.)
What?
(too cliche. try something else.)
I'm gonna be a planet!
(too dull.)
I'm gonna be a moon!
(suggests nudity. too offensive.)
I'm gonna be a galaxy!
(suggest obesity. too fat.)
I'm gonna be a black hole!
(suggests nudity, obesity, and racial ignorance. too reality tv.)
I'm gonna be the sun!
(too pretentious. Try that first one again.)
Star?
(yeah, star.)
I'm gonna be a star!
(hmm... needs something.)
I'm gonna be a gold star!
(too juvinile.)
I'm gonna be a starfish!
(too acquatic.)
I'm gonna be a supernova!
(too suicidal.)
I'm gonna be a nova!
(not suicidal enough.)
I'm gonna be a star!
(perfect.)

and scene. love, love, love.
and tonight: Hamlet and salsa. more love, love love.
love!

]]> ~TidesToControl http://TidesToControl.deviantart.com/journal/11915949/ http://TidesToControl.deviantart.com/journal/11915949/ Thu, 22 Feb 2007 00:25:27 PST word of the week: ALIGNMENT. make it happen?
- Harker
--

As I am leaving the room after registering for Lydia's applied linguistics class:
"Thank you very much, Madame."
"Un moment, si vous plait, mademoiselle--vous parlez Français, un peu, oui?"
"Je suis désolé; je ne comprehends pas, mon Français est terrible."

and my accent was PERFECT. Comment dites-vous 'Huge Tool' en Français?

--
I cannot name this
I cannot explain this
and I really don't want to
Just call me 'shameless'

]]> ~TidesToControl http://TidesToControl.deviantart.com/journal/11717443/ http://TidesToControl.deviantart.com/journal/11717443/ Wed, 07 Feb 2007 01:27:56 PST oh. fuck. fucking fucking fuck. God? fuck.
- Harker
--

today was surreal, and not in a happy good way.

between college and school and the show and the planet rotating...woke up strange and things just spiraled down from there. I'm feeling caught and abandoned in this bizzarre place where I'm not awake or asleep or comfortable in my skin, just antsy and ready to be done and (you, you you you you motherFUCKER next time warn me?!) in control again.

I want to be on Vashon.

I'm to tired for this shit. I can tell, Ani DiFranco is speaking to my soul. This only happens in times of dire, dire need.

it will all be okay. it will, it will, it will.

(you you you. its always you, and today I was completely thrown. no more sneak attacks. lets be us again. you, me, us; please?)

--
touch me, all silent
and tell me--please--all is forgiven?
cosume my wine; consume my mind
I'll tell you how, where I go...

]]> ~TidesToControl http://TidesToControl.deviantart.com/journal/11618353/ http://TidesToControl.deviantart.com/journal/11618353/ Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:54:26 PST please make everything work out. please.
- Harker
--

its been a very Minus The Bear kind of day.

I got to take a good long walk today; realized a few things. Transporting between two campuses(campi?) is a bitch. Taking full class loads at two campuses(campoo?) is also a bitch. I'm burning out. This wasn't suppossed to happen. Not yet, anyway. Damnit. I should be writing college essays, working on final projects, studying for midterms, but I'm too damn tired to do anything but procrastinate. And I can't stop listening to Spring Awakening. I could use a new hobby right about now. A hobby that isn't subconciously obsessing over (catchysexynewandpretty) musicals would be cool, and not of lame and fail.

and while we're dreaming, I'd like a girl with a tongue ring.

--
where I go, when I go there--no more memory any more
only men in distant ships; the women with them
swimming with them to shore
where I go, when I go there--no more whispering anymore
only hymns upon your lips; a mystic wisodom
rising in them...

]]> ~TidesToControl