Showing posts with label past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label past. Show all posts

Posts from Memory Lane: Sifting Through Old Papers...

Thursday, April 18, 2013

These posts were written during the summer while I was in Bangladesh, in preparation for the upcoming academic year. Long story short: when I looked back at the archive, I didn't have the desire or the time to put them up. But now, since I'm coming back to the blog, I decided that some of them aren't half bad. Read on!

Sometimes, I get into a special fever where I need to organize my papers and/or computer files. Right that instant. Even if there's something else more important going on, I just can't tear myself away from this organizing task. And woe to the person who tries to interrupt me in my quest.

I recently got into one of these manic moods and started reorganizing my computer folders. Needless to say, things had been piling up. Labels were all out of wack. There were things from high school in the college folder and tufts of Word documents that had no proper place, just floating in my less-than-infinite computer memory. And there too, amidst all the debris, were the glowing embers of The Past.


Spontaneous Omnipotency

Thursday, May 1, 2008

It's Raining Men - Weather Girls.
Ok, so I must be a psycho-being from the interplanetary regions of JDishia, which I thought was an island but is apparently stranded in a parallel universe where planets are equally islands in the galaxy. I am a reckless charge of insanity and guess what? It's AMAZING.
I don't know where this sudden burst of energy comes from really (probably the sublime imagery of something strange peddling through the waters of my own backwards brain) but I have a feeling that it might end in a way I don't expect. There are some things that I'm just dancing around right now and I feel as if I should talk about them, but who wants to be loopy as the Queen of Hearts and still make sense with every word she writes? Right? Understandably so.
So, generally, this post wasn't really about making sense. I just wanted to get some crazy out onto the page before having to compose myself and find a little bit more 'sense' in the workings of the universe which they call the sciences and math-matics. Excuse me, mathEmatics. Whereas I would sit in a class all day with the quite benevolent study of history and the arts, and be quite at home with either of those subjects. Instead I must make reason of the unreasonably reality that gravity is a force and it is to be reckoned with. Loopier than a marshmallow, but nonetheless true.
Somewhere along the line I will explode. And then my blood and guts will flow over the barren earth and people will cheer because then there will be nourishment for the plants on which they tread, and subsequently a softer world will be made of the remnants of a J that once was. Adieu.