Dusk Fell Upon A Blood Red Sea As The Traveler Stood On The Cliff And Defiantly Laughed At The Setting Sun
Quote Of The Day: "A fine quotation is a diamond on the finger of a man of wit, and a pebble in the hand of a fool." -French Proverb
Ahh yes another fine little piece of mind to sit upon the minds of my readers. I would ask how many of you are wearing diamonds and how many have pebbles but im afraid of the answer. But on to more important issues. Today was a rather interesting day but I think that I had best talk about yesterday so that some of today might be understood. Yesterday (tuesday) was an average day for the most part, that is up until the afternoon.
Let me introduce two new characters to all of you, though I thik I had a previous name for one of them. The first is a rather neurotic individual that very much reminds me of Benedict (from Much Ado About Nothing) and a combination of Hamlet and Iago. I thought long about a nickname for him and at long last "Chiuaua Man" seems the most fitting do to his nervous nature and willingness to bitch and talk. The second is one I have known for quite somtime and A#@h&le seems the most fitting description of him but I think that a more appropriate nickname is deserving of this individual so we shall refer to him as "Horse Boy".
At any rate, I happened upon Chiuaua Man and Horse Boy and we began our usual BS'ing session. This amounts to nothing more than discussing a wide range of things from day to day life, to politics and all other things in the great universe. But yesterday we somehow came to the subject of Horse Boys cinematic project, which is a complete and utter waste of the worlds precious energies and life giving breath to his worthless body. Well apparently Horse Boy is using camera equipment which came from the crap hole college I attend and which Chiuaua Man is president of the department in which Horse Boy is renting the equipment from. Chiuaua and Horse were arguing about how much of the project Chiuaua would be allowed to see and to make an arduously long story short, Chiuaua demanded the equipment be returned and Horse accused Chiuaua of releasing to much info about his UNCOPYRIGHTER project to the general public. This was about the time I saw an opportunity to anger Horse (believe me the stupid $#@*er deserves it) and so I took it. Basically I hinted to him that I intended to tell everyone the plot of his script, of which I have intimate knowledge, because he thinks someone is out to steal his ideas. Now at this point I should introduce you other readers to another reader, this new reader is the one whom Horse thinks is out to steal his ideas. We shall call our newest reader Dalamar, because of his personalities resemblence to a character out of a series we read. Horse is totally paranoid that Dalamar is out to get his ideas and make them his own.
Getting away from yesterday we move on to today. Well Horse approached me, after telling me yesterday that "Were fucking at war man, its on. Dont fuck with me!!" to which I could barely stop laughing in his moronic face. Well Chiuaua Man found me today and told me that Horse was planning on contacting some gay guy in high school that I supposedly know and trying to get everyone he knows to believe the gay guy and I together, he also said he was enlisting the help of our very own Angel. While this is extremely laughable, since I dont even know what guy he's talking about, I think Horse would do well to let sleeping dragons lay. I refer, of course, to myself as the sleeping dragon. Horse could very well find himself knee deep in debt to the city, the state, and the federal government should I decide that I have been sufficeiently annoyed. I do believe he forgets what he has told me and the sufficient evidence he gave me because he believed me to be his trusted confidant. Angel would also do well to learn her lessons, though whether she is actually involved with Horse or not is debateable. Do not forget, my dearest Angel, the righteous anger of your Lord and what his far reaching hands are cabable of. It would be a shame to see a promising career in the military wasted because of a petty attempt at revenge by a sightless undereducated man. I, of course, make no threats and no offenses I merely point out that I am not without my defenses and those are things that I alone can do, much less what I am capable of with help from friends, family, aquaintences, and constituants.
Today was also the student awards ceremony, a time when students who have achieved excellence in certain departments are awarded. But this does not hold true for all departments here, especially that of the Theatre Department. Today any image of fairness among the students who dwell within the theatre department was shattered. A girl who could not be less deserving recieved the award for theatrical excellence by our fallen god of a professor. Last year the professors assistant and the student he "supposedly" (I have to say supposedly cause I havent personaly witnessed anything but it seems pretty clear) sleepign with each recieved an award. This year that award went to a human pig. Now I'm not just being insulting with that because this female individual resembles a pig in human form. She is round and plump like a little pot-bellied pig and has a unique squeal. At any rate Rescure Pig, as she has becoem known by many, recieved the award and when Mr. Happy decided to come to rehearsal I thought he was gonna blow a gasget(sp?). Mr. happy has convinced himself that, beyond any doubt, he and he alone deserved that award, and while that is up for debate he did deserve it more than her. This department has becoem nothing more than a competition for a petty professors attentions and an excuse to award those who are able to sufficently kiss ass. I am ashamed to have ever pledged my help to him or to the deptartment. I do hereby, for what its worth, curse any student who seeks to gain favor with this department or that professor through any means other than hard work.
But on to things of more pleasent natures. Dalamar is our newest reader and I think it only fare to share some things about him, some mis conceptions I had abotu him. At one point, not so long ago, I had a dark hatred of Dalamar and it is now that I gladly retract that hatred. It was unjustified, I believed him nothing more than a sniveling wyrm to our Theatre Professor, a man whos teaching abilities are limited to teaching only those that are practically willing to lick his...........hmmm..........shoes. But Dalamar is anything but, he is well educated individual with an obvious passion for life and a fire for theatre. He has all the qualities of a brilliant actor with the personality of the most loveable comedians and the wit of a philosopher. He reminds me very much of the less uptight version of Mr. Happy. Yes yes, I like Mr. Happy but he is rather uptight. Dalamar made a good point today, one that I take no offense by. He stated that my writing here is self serving and a glorification of myself and my thoughts, this is 100% complete truth. Here you all get to view the side of me that burns with passionate fire and is willing to burn any who cannot withstand the heat from my exalted flame. (man if that wasnt glorified I dont knwo what is!)
As many of you may have guessed, I have decided to omit certain goings on between myself and Starfire at her request. While my current feeligns towards her are mixes between divine anger and kindly forgiveness I figured that I am the more moral and ethical of the two of us and as such it is my duty to not betray her confidence, unworthy as it is somtimes. But I think with those previous statements I did get a nice, and well deserved, dig into her. Of course she will act as true lady and take it through gritted teeth.
I must say that with recent events I truly feel that beyond the shadow of a doubt that I am LORD SHAWN.
SVS

