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Let me hear you say "Hey oh, hey oh!"

vowels

This guy talks about talking, well kinda. Believe it or not, he says that even with the increased level and methods of comunication -- our language is changing.

http://www.ling.upenn.edu/phono_atlas/home.html

consumer or be consumed.

actually i do both.
my favorite-ish website is passwird
and google news.
if i am not consuming i am being consumed, and even though recent uncharacterstic events lead to my current (being) consumption if it wasn't that it'd be something else.

so - where does end or start?
a circle complete with or without you.

and time won't bring it back.

I got 24 different types of ginger ale/beer from K. for a gift. I think I will document the flavor and enjoyability of each one. More to come [...]

After going home for a few days and returning I feel nostalgic or with a sense of want for some of the things at my old home. My friends, I'd like to feel part of the loop, but time has a way of making that funny sort of. My home is in Urbana and I love my friends and shit here, but there is the feeling of piety for the old. So I miss it sometimes. But what is it that I miss? Is it just that of being young(er)? of what that entails? or is it something else?

Lately I feel like this exteneded schooling is preventing me from "living my life" like I can't start my life until school is over. This I know might be a little silly and as much as I want to start living, I don't want to, you know start Adulthood with its daggers and teeth.

moving on up

without a locale.
do i want to be here or there or somewhere else?
where i am i going to end up?

Hold on my love.

Hold on.
Wait.
Wait for what?
I still feel like I am holding on, like I am waiting for the train to come. that train being life, i mean when do we start living? i know i am living now, but when do i start living or rather feel like this is my mission this is what i am supposed to be doing forever. i understand that this may be a flawed concept to begin with, but it feels this way sometimes.

Stop making that face!

the end of the semester is always filled with woes, wishing that I had actually been a real student. I get frustrated with the academic process mostly because I have slacked-off until now and want this to be easier. And yet I have much time left. I wish I was finishing sooner, but alas Champaign-Urbana forever.

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flavor nugget

everything is finite.

sometimes i wish i had a strong voice.
or a strong desire. a drive.
you know. motivation, to bring me past this current state of floating.
i need to help something or someone,
i want to have intuition,
to feel it in my gut.

brown headed school children,
flee from their mothers,
and turn into moths,
flying listlessly,
until they are devoured,
by the city that wasn't.

Cure for the Common Old

I have been in urbana for a while and I'll be here a bit longer. But I've been thinking about how its ok only because (maybe) of who is here with me. sometimes I want to start on the next leg of the adventure, and sometimes I want to go back to what i know.

science.