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I was going to go to MD Ren Faire this coming Saturday with dcnblus and SPF and I dunno...whoever else was going to go, was there anyone else?

But now I'm not entirely sure. After Friday, I might end up being in too much pain to do that. Last night I was half worried that my mood might be a good reason to skip out, but now I'm thinking it probably won't kill things that are still five days off. I just need to see how my back feels the day after spending two hours under the tattoo gun.

Web Domain.

I want to put a website together. I want to register a domain.

I don't know what my domain should be. Can't make up my mind.

Suggestions?

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I am in a rather significantly less bad mood than I was last night. Not particularly feeling like picking fights or anything like that. Sometime last night, I wrote this sort of stream of consciousness..reading it now is like being hit with a Mack truck all over again. But only momentarily...

Floodlight

He says "know thyself"
and I say "I know myself"
and He says "Look again" and He
Illuminates, if you can call it that,
with light so garish it burns
and I feel like I'm going to collapse
under the weight of this divine brightness,
Icy cold, bitter hot,
shining into the recesses of my mind, my soul,
not a pore of my skin is left unseen and
I want to scream "No more!" and "Never again!"
Its like this every time. Floodlights
washing over me. I'm being scrutinized, by Him,
He forces me to look. I crawl back inside my mind
and confront. I've already been here, been
over this a thousand and one times but
He still says "Look there."
How much more can I look at one fragment?
The lens magnifies the brightness, the heat
my skin feels ready to burst into flame,
And I'm claustrophobic and I can't shatter this petri dish,
and then He retreats and the floodlights dim
and I'm burned and raw but still breathing
it's always like this,
All in the name of "know thyself" and truth and light.

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Okay. I just talked to Caryn a bit. Expressed frustration, but let her know that I do feel a lot better than I did before I got Raven's email last night. Additional review for suggestions of improvement of my meditation essay has been offered from chronarchy. Both roommates have offered choice words of er, sympathy. I've not picked fights with anyone. Don;'t really have the grand desire to do such a thing anymore.

However, I am hungry. I've not eaten since this morning. So...off to find dinner I go.

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I am debating going back through my journal and deleting some of the more "useless" entries- stuff that I look back on now and have no clue what I was talking about or wondered why I even bothered to post it because it was that inane.

I also do plan to start going back and tagging my old entires. That could take a while.

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Finally saw The Virgin Suicides this weekend- Barnes and Noble was selling it as a two-dvds-in-one-box thing with American Beauty for $14. I wanted AB, And would have willingly paid that much just for that one, so getting another movie with it was a bonus. I read the book back when I moved to Baltimore, in my summer of many library trips when I had no money to do anything else. It was a pretty decent book, though rather short. The movie was pretty good...I thin it followed the book more closely than any other movie adaptation of a book I've ever seen. The soundtrack was good and the aesthetic was generally rather pretty (except maybe for the party scene at the end, but even that had a sort of twisted, demented beauty to it.)

So...$14 well-spent, and my dvd collection (tiny as it is, there are SO many movies I'd never want to own, and ) gets two additions.