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la_belle_laide) wrote2003-09-16 12:25 pm
la_belle_laide) wrote2003-09-16 12:25 pm
Drunk blogging...is that drogging?
But toasting "to good friends" without a hint of irony or self-consciousness really is priceless. :)
Drunkenly discussing--while standing outside and watching shooting stars--why America will never have a revolution in our lifetime despite the fact that our young government has gained so much power so freaking quickly, is beyond priceless; it's the stuff of movies. We won't have a revolution because we have too much to lose, like our video game systems and cars and DVDs and computers and Thanksgiving and plenty, and freedom from want. We suffer, but regardless, we're blogging on the internet. We're priveledged.
"It's dreary," Maryna said.
"The ceiling is high," he commented. "That makes it cooler in the summer."
"And colder in the winter."
"The kitchen window faces West. It's nice to watch the sunset."
"But it's dark in the morning when you're eating breakfast."
With half a laugh, half exasperated sigh, Sheik turned back to look at her. "You see the negative side of everything, do you realize that?"
"I've had to be practical. You see the good in things because you're priveleged."
A few years ago, Sheik reckoned, that accusation--for that was what it plainly was--would have made him defensive and guilty. Just then, he was only mildly annoyed by it. He shrugged. "Tasarla has rupees from her family. She's provided for me as well, and I am able to make rupees myself by working. Everyone is privileged in some way, and everyone suffers in some way."
"Do you suffer, Sheik?"
Sheik! I almost like this one. I shall never, ever be a Min or a Hwei or a ChocoZell, but once in a while I get by.
And how could I have forgotten for nearly ten years what in incredible and versatile voice Mike Patton has?
And I have to dance tomorrow, and I should go to bed, because on my way to the bathroom before I jammed my toe and almost broke it. Bwah! Idiot!
Drunkenly discussing--while standing outside and watching shooting stars--why America will never have a revolution in our lifetime despite the fact that our young government has gained so much power so freaking quickly, is beyond priceless; it's the stuff of movies. We won't have a revolution because we have too much to lose, like our video game systems and cars and DVDs and computers and Thanksgiving and plenty, and freedom from want. We suffer, but regardless, we're blogging on the internet. We're priveledged.
"It's dreary," Maryna said.
"The ceiling is high," he commented. "That makes it cooler in the summer."
"And colder in the winter."
"The kitchen window faces West. It's nice to watch the sunset."
"But it's dark in the morning when you're eating breakfast."
With half a laugh, half exasperated sigh, Sheik turned back to look at her. "You see the negative side of everything, do you realize that?"
"I've had to be practical. You see the good in things because you're priveleged."
A few years ago, Sheik reckoned, that accusation--for that was what it plainly was--would have made him defensive and guilty. Just then, he was only mildly annoyed by it. He shrugged. "Tasarla has rupees from her family. She's provided for me as well, and I am able to make rupees myself by working. Everyone is privileged in some way, and everyone suffers in some way."
"Do you suffer, Sheik?"
Sheik! I almost like this one. I shall never, ever be a Min or a Hwei or a ChocoZell, but once in a while I get by.
And how could I have forgotten for nearly ten years what in incredible and versatile voice Mike Patton has?
And I have to dance tomorrow, and I should go to bed, because on my way to the bathroom before I jammed my toe and almost broke it. Bwah! Idiot!