The Crossing

"...We go from day to day, one day much like the next, and then on a certain day all unnanounced we come upon a man or we see this man who is perhaps already known to us and is a man like all men but who makes a certain guesture of himself that is like the piling of one's goods upon an alter and in this guesture we recognize that which is buried in our hearts and is never truly lost to us nor ever can by and it is this moment, you see. This same moment. It is this which we long for and are afraid to seek and which alone can save us."
-Cormac McCarthy

My sophmore High School teacher had absolutely no business assigning The Crossing to us for reading; it was so over our 15/16-year-old heads that it was ridiculous. I think if I tried reading this book again I would love it, but honestly, Mr. Boyd. Pick something that isn't so intensely existentialist next time; most teenagers can't even handle it, let alone appreciate it.

It's like trying to get middle-school kids to comprehend Virginia Woolf. I think at the time I was only partially able to understand Cormac McCarthy's brilliance; enough that I copied down quotes, at least. There were parts of it that, after getting over the teenage rebelliousness that comes with being forced to read four hundred pages of run-on sentences, I had to say, "shit, man, that was intense".

This post is kind of random, but I have the feeling that my computer's going to die soon, so I'm copying everything of importance onto storage disks. I came across this in my (surprise) quotes section. You'd be amazed at the stuff I have in here. I save everything.

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My week was mildly stressful. My friend canceled twice on me; once for lunch and once for coffee, all at the last minute. I did make a friend in my english class, though; the Prof. didn't show up and we ended up talking in the cafeteria until I had to go to my next class. It was really odd to discover how much we have in common.

I'm supposed to be doing my excel homework for my online class, but I'm in the worst mood possible for doing any actual work. I call this mood, whenever it comes upon me in the middle of drawing/painting a piece, the "scribble-syndrome". In other words, my frustration levels are through the roof and my patience for fuck-ups is nil. I can't even read correctly in this mindset; I end up chucking the book/monitor across the room.

Thus, I am determined to hang out with friends. I need to go somewhere, desperately. None of them are answering their phones....... and the cat is cowering in fear under my mother's blankets.

Did I tell you how amusing yesterday was? I was on myspace for about four hours and was hit on a total of five times. Not too astonishing, but I'm left wondering: who the hell are these people?? Do I look particularly approachable? ...I, for one, dont think so. Fortunately for them, though, I'm too nice to outright slam them for no reason.

I had a fun time talking to MK-kun. He's always fun... And very chill. Did I mention how awesome you are, Matto Keri-kun? (I've given you the moniker of MK because I already know a Matto-kun and a Keri-kun. Just as well; it sounds cooler.)

I ought to get dressed sometime today.

Well, hello, there.

This is supposed to be an introduction post, but I've found that I really don't care. Who reads this shit, anyways? --Unless, of course, it has an amusement factor, and I'm not kidding when I say I'm bad at amusing others. However, I amuse myself very much indeed, which is all that counts.

What, the title? An Exercise in Oscillation is my attempt at a prosaic way of saying A Woman's Life: On the Rag and Off. In other words, my mood swings wildly at the best of times, which is not much better than the worst of times. That said...

"Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all."
--William Goldman, The Princess Bride