There's some discrepancy with Syracuse - it's no longer one-hundred percent solid, because they're attempting to strongarm my father into some rather steep years of service in return for keeping their word and my education. Frankly, they hold all the cards - my Old Man's choices are narrowly eaten down to "Leave" and "Stay Forever", neither of which are particularly appetizing to us.
As such, I've sold my computer, and am in the process of parting with my consoles.
I have a small Laptop purchased last Black Friday - it was bought in anticipation for college, but now, I find it's a much easier way to keep in touch with you all, while still netting a tidy sum by selling all my excess.
Without my computer, some odd things have come into my notice - I can hear my belly grumble in the morning as I have my coffee and sandwich. In the evening, I can hear the traincars sounding their horns. The rain's loud against my window. It's all rather beautiful - like I've been running at half-capacity on my hearing and I've somehow managed to turn it up back to one-hundred.
I'm caring for Paulie. He's an Old English Bulldog that was slated for Euthanasia. He's a little sick since being neutered, but once his meds wear off and he heals-up, he'll be running around and evermore attractive to adoptees, who relish the opportunity to skip-out on paying for the neutering themselves. The medication hasn't been particularly kind to him - he has been emptying his belly frequently, but I'm keeping him stocked on food and water. He'll be better, God willing, soon.
A friend's birthday is just around the corner - I've prepared them a small box filled with a compass, lovely socks, and a neatly folded labcoat. I've been a little Glass-Half-Empty as of late, so I suddenly got the idea to buy several other oddities. I've mailed two dear friends soap - I don't particularly know why. I'm extremely excited to see how a Sunflower-Scented bar goes over; the entire brick of it smells sweet and dusty, like sugared sawdust or something.
I've been pouring over the designs for a crater-terraced manor of sorts.
I've meticulously drawn-out a blueprint of sorts for it, in anticipation of the day I get to join Kogasa and Parsee for a bit of Minecraft. The idea of the Floating Island is proving to be frustrating, after several repetitions and the laying of the island portion. My inspiration for the Manor came from these pictures - I'm currently in the process of scaling everything, and drawing out small blueprints for some of the trickier parts:
I'd also like to include some Ladder-and-Beam centric stuff, and perhaps a windmill, for the sake of Ico, who's faint and somber style was very much something I loved.
This is all a bit premature though - I don't actually have a connection stable enough to play Minecraft as of yet, but I'm working on it - I believe I need a registry CD, which I may have to bum off John.
I've been on a Russia-kick thanks to Hjalmar. Proshanie Slavyanki and Krokodil Gena have been looping within my room for days, muted and quiet behind the sound of whatever is going on outside. Another thing that's been heavily-present in my room is the ideas of this speaker I heard last Sunday: he was sort of advocating Socialism on a Person-to-Person level. He preached that the world rotates on an "axis of violence" - the threat of being hurt or impovrished if you do something wrong keeps society in work - he painted the idea of this utopian society where nobody is ever threatened because everyone is forgiving of eachother and considers eachother equal. Man is a Selfish Creature, and I know it can't really happen - Utopia literally means "Not-a-Place" for a reason - but I think can make the world a better place if I erase the lines I've drawn between "Me" and "Them", so to speak.
College Aptitude testing, as well as the shipping-out of the aforementioned birthday gift is scheduled for the twenty-third. Or maybe the day before. I don't know - Isn't the twenty-third a Sunday? Also, there's the matter of Chandra - If I've not mentioned her, Chandra is the young niece of Dez, a friend of mine. Chandra is picked on by her sisters, and more or less everyone else, because she lost her front teeth and now "looks like Gollum", as Dez eloquently put it. She's also kind of an odd duck.
I looked like that when I was small, though, and I was certainly picked on.
For the past year or two, I've been giving Chandra a gift every Holiday; just small things - an Easter Bunny, a Valentine, a little Christmas gift, those sorts of things. She doesn't know me, personally, but apparently I'm this big, dashing secret hero to her. Dez said, "She asked me what you were like - I told her you wear blazers every day and you're way too old for her". I laughed. Worried that it may be the last holiday-gift I really get to spoil her with before Christmas or a Moving truck, I boxed up some gummy-bears and spooky jelly-eyes for her. I really took the time to wrap it up and even put a nice bow on it. With all these gifts being sent, I'd like to think I'm doing them justice when I wrap them, even if it's just newspaper...
We'll see if she writes me a cute farewell letter or something.
I've kept the two little letters she's written back to me tacked on my wall for the longest time.
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