Now I've finally decided to start adding titles to my post. Never again shall the world witness on this blog a title-less post! Please, no applause. Camp ended. I loved Explo and all my friends both first and second session. And, although I lost many an item including, but not limited to magic cards, a book, two disposable cameras, and sixty dollars, I have come to accept that the world spins on, regardless of one's material gains and losses. For once it truely hits me that memories are far more important than material posessions. At Explopalooza, the performance finale at camp, my improv class did a great job. Forever we shall remember the little mime that could and that Chris Danby likes the color orange, according to Justin at least. My RA Mike finally got revenge for a prior incident involving water balloons, and I almost got away too. I had been on guard all day and finally, after dorms were closed, my RA Neal told myself and the other six weeker that the dean's office was doing something special for us. I was instantly suspicious, but I went outside with them. Half way through Vanderbilt arch I realised no one else was going to the Dean's office and figured it was a trap. Shortly after I began running Mike ran from around the corner of the arch carrying an entire cooler of water. I made it to the door but my pass card didn't work before I was soaked. I'm at least proud I was never tricked completely. On the last night we pulled an all nighter so we could say goodbye to Justin at four in the morning. That evening was spent playing poker and reading Maxim. Good times. Goodbye day was sad, as it often is. I spent time searching out people for pictures, learning about Johnny the homicidal maniac and much much more. I'm really annoyed that when I got my picture of Blair and Marty I had my finger over the lens. I
never have my finger over the lens. And when we were leaving I left a box with many valuables in it inconveniently there. What a shame. That afternoon I spent at Scott's house and the following evening was spent discussing all buisiness relating to our Rabbi's predicament. Later in the week I got the good news that Nahein isn't moving until his Junior year, Huzzah! this solves all personelle issues for debate club. Last night I saw the YFS put on "The Music Man", which I loved. Many compliments to Chris, Sara, Sarah, Ben, Matt, Diana, Arielle, Jason, Shreya, Emily, Nick, Stephanie, Matt, Cecca, Mike, Sean, and the other people whose names I don't remember. I definitely would've seen it again had it not been opening night.
Mr. G: Why is there a block of ice in the toilet?
eternalgod151: the sky is green with envy that the earth has possession of such a fair flower as a human's love, that blossoms into harmony for all who stop to smell it and be captured by its radiant fragrance
eternalgod151: how come girls can't ever be around when i make these things up?
eternalgod151: blast!
TheCSilly: well, then memorize some good ones and recite when the opportunity arises
eternalgod151: now the same mouth that uttered that could utter other, not so much poetic words
eternalgod151: but that's cold, and not as alive as the roses on the cheeks of the fairest maiden, nor as warm as my love for all that lives in the heavens or on the soil
eternalgod151: **)^)*&@^)*&%^@)%&)@
eternalgod151: excuse my language
eternalgod151: if you dare try and pronounce it
TheCSilly: I shant dare, but dare instead to dream of a different world, of sunlight streaming in and a simple table with two place settings, no more, while the world is shrouded in silence
eternalgod151: ah, I see the poet's talent rests not in my mind as an owl during the day, but roams through the minds' of others like an eagle, soaring above it's treasured and bounteous kingdom
TheCSilly: or could it instead be that many aquifers spring forth from the depths of the human soul, which guides all of us individually on our poetic journeys?
eternalgod151: is it the guide itself, or the path we must all tread down, and even when it splits neither choice leads to sorrow, but learning and maturing both ourselves and enriching humanity by ourselves through our new found knowledge?
TheCSilly: Tis true that no path is meant to ruin our lives, but individual experiences that give us certain emotions at the time only add to the knowledge we have for the rest of our existence
eternalgod151: so each new experience is another floor to our ever expanding tower of Babel, which shall grow as our knowledge and experience do towards loftier and loftier heights ‘til the day we grow too great for the mounds of our minds and mortality such that we expire and our tower collapses, though other towers shall be built from our rubble such that our fall may not be in vain.
eternalgod151: but i shall be as gentle while wielding my iron fist as a mother bird feeding her younge
ternalgod151: but it'll still be iron!
eternalgod151: iron i say!
eternalgod151: ooooh! intimidation!
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you:
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
