Name: Ianthe M. Belisle Dempsey
Age: 17
Favorite philosopher: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Age: 17
Favorite philosopher: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Been there
Time travel
And, yes!!
I say that time travel
Really does already exist
But not through the sciences
And through physics
But it exists within the power
Of our own minds
To illuminate our own memories
And now through some
Subliminal hypnotic state of mind
One can recede back
Into one's own previous life
Not to extract precise, minute details
But to re-inhabit vague transcendental experiences of pre-existential... optimism
A time before any ability to reason
Is actually set
A time before logic covers
All the dimensions of our thinking
And if we're lucky
We can even dissolve back
To a time of glorious, superhuman
Space and time
A time when all things seem possible
Time travel
And, yes!!
I say that time travel
Really does already exist
But not through the sciences
And through physics
But it exists within the power
Of our own minds
To illuminate our own memories
And now through some
Subliminal hypnotic state of mind
One can recede back
Into one's own previous life
Not to extract precise, minute details
But to re-inhabit vague transcendental experiences of pre-existential... optimism
A time before any ability to reason
Is actually set
A time before logic covers
All the dimensions of our thinking
And if we're lucky
We can even dissolve back
To a time of glorious, superhuman
Space and time
A time when all things seem possible
check these sweet tunes.
Monday, February 11, 2008
You'd Think They'd Wise Up After A While
I am of course not sick, but my mother buys into it so very easily that it almost begs to be capitalised on. I merely had to roll up into a ball, whimper a bit and claim I puked in the middle of the night and she's all up in arms, "YOU JUST ATE JUNK FOOD ALL WEEKEND, DIDN'T YOU?" and calls me out of school.
I've used up all of my generic nondescript headaches/stomachaches for this year, I think. And there's only so many times you can puke in the middle of the night. I'm going to need to get more creative. Cramps with a side of fever? Icy hands? I don't know. I could, I suppose, just face up to my procrastination and actually stay on top of work...
FEBRUARY FOOLS, yeah right.
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Now playing: Neutral Milk Hotel - The King of Carrot Flowers Pts. Two & Three
via FoxyTunes
So in the face of an AP European History test I wasn't aware was occurring today, an unfinished journalism project, inability to function and general distaste for Mondays, I have concluded that the path of least resistance would be to simply take a "sick day".
I am of course not sick, but my mother buys into it so very easily that it almost begs to be capitalised on. I merely had to roll up into a ball, whimper a bit and claim I puked in the middle of the night and she's all up in arms, "YOU JUST ATE JUNK FOOD ALL WEEKEND, DIDN'T YOU?" and calls me out of school.
I've used up all of my generic nondescript headaches/stomachaches for this year, I think. And there's only so many times you can puke in the middle of the night. I'm going to need to get more creative. Cramps with a side of fever? Icy hands? I don't know. I could, I suppose, just face up to my procrastination and actually stay on top of work...
FEBRUARY FOOLS, yeah right.
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Now playing: Neutral Milk Hotel - The King of Carrot Flowers Pts. Two & Three
via FoxyTunes
Ianthe. posted at 11:16 AM