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Well, today's had very little noise online...
Although, I suppose there's a few things that have Happened in the Real World that you all may not know about.

Andrew is not going to be on TV.
Andrew is not going to say what show it is that he will not be appearing on.
Nor will Andrew mention the day or time when this won't be taking place.
However, Andrew's friend, Becky, is going to be in the TLC 'Makeover' show, filmed next Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.

Becky asked me to be her date to the Dance next friday. She didn't want to look like a loser infront of 5 million people. Andrew is going to do his best to keep his mouth shut infront of those same 5 million people. This is Point Number One why Andrew could never take to the Stage. Although apparently, Meg asked Jim to go with her, and Jim's one of my good CSC buddies. I don't think the ladies realize this. So if you were to watch the episode that Andrew is not going to be in, you most likely wouldn't see his goofy grin.

Also got a blast from the past -- sorta. Once upon a time, an old friend ask me if I would do her the courtesy of being her Fall-Guy. That is, if she couldn't get a date to Senior Prom, would I be her back up? Being the sap I am, I said yes, and lo and behold, Prom is in 5 weeks and she's still dateless. So she IMed me today and asked to collect on the Promise. Looks like I'm going to be attending a prom on may 16th. (For those keeping score at home, this will make 1 Sophomore Prom, 2 Junior Proms, and 2 Senior Proms -- I feel popular.)

Courtesy and Curtesy are not the same thing.

I'm going to need to buy a tie...

I want to burn a CD, entitled "Gothic Architecture," and it would include such bands as "Paradise Lost," "The Sixty-Nine Eyes," "Type O-Negative," and perhapse "Blackmore's Night" for a lighter touch (if you know Blackmore's Night, perhapse that will tell you something).

Next Semester I'm going to only have 5 classes - Software Development, Networking, Probability, Calc 3, and Marriage & Annulments (for my Religion credits -- it may prove interesting). I'll end up with 3 classes on Mondays, 2 classes on Tuesdays, 3 classes on wednesdays, 2 classes on Thursdays, and 2 classes on Fridays. And I'll start at 9 or 12 everday (9 MWF, 12 TuTh). Whee.

Additionally, for those of you who like The Lord Of The Rings, you may be interested in the band Blind Guardian (who actually do what I once thought was a Savatage song called "At The Iron Hill" -- the true name is "Time Stands Still," I believe, and it's from an Album entitled either 'Tolkien' or 'Melodies of Middle-Earth'). Anyways, not sure if it's your 'type' of music, but it occured to me that he mentions 'hiding the simirils' in "Into The Storm." I, personally, like alot of there stuff, but some is a little more 70s-Rockish than I can take.

[Edit] I've been told to lock my dear cousin, Meredith, out of this post. We're going to have some fun with her.... *innocence*

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Sunglow

By impulse, he grabbed his jacket and left the room. Fluidly, he locked the door with well-practiced motions and strode down the hall, pulling the black coat around his shoulders. He saw people as he passes open doors, but they didn't register with him. As he flew down the stairwell, it occurred to him that he didn't know where he was going, or why. It also occurred to him that he didn't care. He danced around a pair of ladies who had taken a post in the lobby, nodding his greeting more out of habit than courtesy; he didn't recognize either of the girls. The brisk air wrapped around him as he left the building and began down the brick-laid walkway. It had dropped a good thirty degrees since he'd been outside last. The ground was wet with the rain, and the wind was heavy with the scent of a recently-passed storm. He didn't notice much of anything else as he walked across the path, purposeful but aimless, sidestepping other people without more than a quick, mumbled, 'hello.' He crested a hill, the wind streaking through his unkempt hair, and he was struck by the scene, halting abruptly. Ahead of him, the wind played in the tall, green grass along with several squirrels and birds, but what caught him and made his blue eyes shine with wonder, was the sky. The sun was caught sitting on the horizon, frozen in place mid-set. The sky was split roughly, on the one side clear bright blue, on the other the deep slate of clouds. The dynamic was such that the clouds reflected the sunlight, themselves rimmed in orange and purples, and casting slashes of pinks and yellow over the clear sky. It was breathtaking. The sunset would not have been nearly so beautiful if the clouds had not been there.

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...listen while I load my gun...

Just a few things before I, uhm, go...? Or something.

[Bullet] The pseudo-sushi here at school (School-shi?) isn't worth my time or money. Kroger-shi is a hundred-fold better.
[Bullet] I love Memento references. Love them.
[Bullet] I don't think there's anything more to say, but I wanted a third Bullet.
[Bullet] I lied. There's more. I like Blind Guardian. And Cheese. But the two are unrelated.
[Bullet] Mostly.
[Bullet] It's 9:30, I shouldn't be this unreasonably tired.

The Hill

Liamr slid down to his right knee, his hands still grasping the hilt of the large broadsword stuck in the grassy hillside. He had been trying to loosen his blade, but now his hands sought only support. The strong winds which the dispelling magiks had created died quickly. "We did it." Liamr said, hardly believing the joy that his own voice held. His muscles glistened with sweat as the dark clouds broke away, revealing the sun. "It's over, Jaeryl. He's gone." At the crest of the hill was a young man, robed in blue and carrying a silvery staff. His thick mane of hair, though untouched by the natural winds, seemed to be blown slowly by some other-worldly force. He walked around a large black form, the form of the... beast they had just destroyed. That thing had once been a great wizard, but the man it had been had died long before this day. Liamr found new strength and bounded up the hill to his friend. The black form had scorched the ground where it fell, leaving a pitted, smoldering blight. Liamr's joy faltered when he saw the solemn expression of his friend. "Jaeryl, it's finished. This Beast will never harm another. We did it. We did it, Jaeryl." Jaeryl shook his head slowly, his yellow eyes down-turned. "No, Liamr... it's not over..." Jaeryl looked up and gestured out to the town, several miles away and still in the shadow of the Beast's great Keep. The Forest, which had died in the presence of such evil, already looked greener, but the riverbank was still dry, and the gray-ish vines still crawled like a serpent over the city walls. "The beast is dead, yes," Jaeryl continued, "But so it Kierin. And Merrik. And how many others? The king is dead, or might as well be. There is no one to lead these people. Most of them have only known this Demon's rule." A drop of rain fell on Liamr's shoulder, and the scent of a storm came on the air. "It is not over, Liamr. It is never over." The blue-robed figure walked slowly down the hill, away from the decrepit city.

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