Dream Meets Reality
01/21/2004 - 2:22 p.m.
Music : Angel's music (not a celestial being singing to me but rather the music emenating from my Mexican roommate's computer)
Mood : Feeling the ability to win
Random Proclamations from Me, Myself, and I : I am the SuperClrk, hear me roar
Disclaimer to previous entry
It has been brought to my attention that the lyrical implement of my last entry has worried a few people as to my happiness. To my defense I am no more depressed than normal, and to the contrary maybe even strangely amused with life. I just realized that song epitomized the best that this semester was going to give me. I hold nothing against this fact, rather I accept it as a challenge. So, no the lyrics do not represent an abandonment of care, but rather a renewed challenge to stay afloat through problems presented in life.
Don't forget I am the SuperClrk; if I can't handle it then that title must be reliquished, but I'm not giving it up just yet.
0 comments so far"When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered."
-Waking Life
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