-------------
Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
-------------
|
|
| |
|
|
| |
|
I am moody.
|
[I am not very good at html]
|
|
|
sometimes i wish... [a blog]
|
|
| |
Saturday, March 15, 2003
Visited Sam today.
That was an enjoyable, sometimes awkward, but fruitful 3 hours I believe.
He is very interesting and I am glad I know him; he's so literary it sometimes intimidates me.
And the dirty bloke beat me 3 out of 5 times in Mariokart.
...I ...cannot ...kart.
ah, well. I can't play sports either. Perhaps, I am doomed to fail at all things competitive.
Such is my existence.
Well, off to celebrate the birth of my mother.
6:37 PM
|
|
| |
|
|
|
