Desire Armed

Brilliant.

Last week, I was short on cash, so I entered my school's speech competition. First place finishes came with a prize of $50. You could only enter three events, which I did.

I won a hundred bucks. Mostly because no one else was competing. Sadly though, I won't see the money till May.

I will be performing a song in front of my entire school tomorrow. It's a song about the devil and an ex-girlfriend. No better way to pick up the ladies at a Christian college. I'm spiritual and heartbroken.

I'm a little nervous about performing in front of everyone. I don't do things like this often. I just hope it doesn't fall flat.

Right now, I'm researching for my big paper on defining the Short Story. I've attached an essay by Charles May if you're interested.

The final facts about hell, and an argument against the existence of hell.

Doesn't 80+70+26=176%? How did that poll work?

6 more weeks of school.

Posting will be very sparse and probably insignificant until then. I am quite busy.

On The Road is still a favourite of mine.

Love that he wrote in on a scroll and maybe that is why it was so profound to so many people.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
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They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!
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What difference does it make after all? — anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what's heaven? what's earth? All in the mind.
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All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
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I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

I read an essay about constructing sentences earlier, and this sentence was referenced:

In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.

François VI, duc de La Rochefoucauld

It was referenced as an example of a sentence which implicates the reader in it's meaning. Did you think of a moment you were pleased at your friend's misfortune?

I did.