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"You're far too keen on where and how,
But not so hot on why."

I had something to say. I didn't want to be at classes at all t'day. I think I'm feeling better, but my sinuses are still shut, my head still aches, my eyes are still teary, and the Campus Store doesn't carry Sudaphed. Whee.

Got an e-mail from Claire, though, and kinda-sorta chatted with Leslie about visiting her and/or Jesus Christ Superstar. I'm really excited about writing that prose version, but I can't seem to get anything started with this cold. Also spoke in passing with Amanda, and I'm looking forward to the weekend of the 9th.

DLing Superstar songs now. Can't find that Whigs cover, or any cover, really. -le sigh-
Doesn't look like we're getting out of classes t'morrow, either. That sucks, I really could use a day off. Only two more days, though, and I'm on Spring Break... Nothing to do, no where t'go, oh.

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Well, looks like it's morning.
And we have classes.
Not that it's any big surprise.

I left my computer on last night to DL songs from Kazaa. I don't usually do this cause I usually can't sleep with that damnable hum. I'm not a light sleeper, I dare say, but little things like that bother me. I think that contibuted to the restless night -- except it wasn't restless, because I feel really rested. And my sinuses are mostly OK, now, so whee.

I'm thinking I should shave sometime.
But I'm also thinking it's not bugging me so much right now.
I should go shave anyways.
Better to keep up ones appearance, I suppose.

Class in thirty minutes. Whee. Then I have 8 hours of work, which should total to about $70-some (I'm sorry Megan, don't hate me!).
So, yeah, I'm off.

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Guilty pleasure for the day: "Larger than Life" by the Backstreet Boys.
I don't like them. I do like Ed. Ed is cool. -nods to this-

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There's one thing I can't stand about Time Sheets going in before the Work Week is actually up -- now I feel obligated to go to work, cause I'm already being paid for it.

My Next Snippet

I've been meaning to write this piece for a while, actually, and I figured it might be good practice for the Jesus Christ Superstar project I hope to begin soon. And seeing as I was feeling creative and writer-like for the first time in a long while tonight, I went ahead with it.

Unlike my Previous Works, this one isn't wholly original, which is why it was practice for the JCS-Project. It is in fact based on Man In The Mirror by Savatage. I quite enjoy the song, and I also enjoyed this piece. Any comments, no matter how redundant or off-topic, would be appreciated.

The Mirror

The naked light bulb swung lazily back and forth on it's wire, throwing awkward shadows around the room. I sat on the stained mattress in the corner of the room, running my palm over my scraggly jowls. My feet, sitting bare against the floor, were so calloused that they could hardly feel the rough grain beneath them. There were no windows in this room, only a worn and pitted door. For that I was thankful. There is a man who I once knew. Sometimes, he would still come and visit me, late in the night when the alcohol's glow was fading. When it should have been time to awaken, had I anything worth waking for. I stood shakily and gazed blearily across the room at him. He gazed back, shook his head, and laughed at me. "What has become of you," he asked, his voice ringing in my head. I shuffled my feet, avoided his eyes. "It's the light," I answered. "It's this poor lighting that makes me look so." I looked up, and he smiled at me, in not a friendly way. "No," his voice rang again, "I'm afraid you're mistaken." I sighed resignedly, without hope. I staggered forward and lightly touched the pane of glass between us. There was no use in disguising what was so plain. You see, I'd spent my whole life denying that the man in the mirror was me. Like a child lost in an illusion, he yet imagined the things that could be. But I watched them all disappear on this night; I carry on, among the forsaken. For there is no point in denying what is so easy to see: I too will die one day. The man in the mirror agreed.

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Edited my Snippet. Lemme know if you think it's better, worse, or about the same. Any suggestions for improvment (or even if you can just tell me what sounds 'wrong') are more than solicited.