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Home / Profile / Friends Malcontentment Jan 28th, 2004 - Subscribe Perfection: the state of being without a flaw or defect; an ideal instance; a perfect embodiment of a concept. But what is that concept? Someone, please let me know, because attaining such an obscure goal is difficult beyond means. So why do I, of all people, feel that I must reach such a perplexing state of ideality? The snow is melting into slush. The wispy white is kicked to the side of the road, tainted with the black from the gasoline. Natural beauty, make way, for the glossy sheen of manufactured temptation! It's funny... writing really brings out my contempt for human nature. I just worry that I will turn into a tree-hugging granola head, living in a straw hut in an overgrown forest. I feel so... groggy. I took some medicine last night in attmempts to extenuate partial insomnia. I need another cup of coffee  0 comments Resplendence Jan 26th, 2004 - Subscribe The snow is an unexpected surprise. Yesterday was spent frolicking in the belated winter wonderland with Lauren and Sam and Kyle. For a span of two or three hours, I was in a endorphine euphorism... I couldn't have been happier. And that's a big deal, because I find truely happy moments dwindling. Seriously, though, who wouldn't be enthralled?! Waking up to a suburbia covered in a pristine white blanket, no school, hours of foolish fun and snowball fights, going home to a warm blanket and hot cup of tea... It's been great. Even better, actually, knowing that I have at least two more days of this. I need to shower, I'm feeling quite grimy. I got hoards of snow down my pants yesterday, and my ass is still frozen. From the bay window in the kitchen, I can see many little birds flittering about from empty birdfeeder to another. I bet many of them have never seen snow before. They perch on the bare branches of perfectly positioned trees... My neighbors can't see their manicured landscaping anymore. But I like it better now... An immaculately landscaped lawn looks so trying, so factitious. I don't know what is worse for the birds, the snow and blistering cold or the living in such a delusory attempt to perfect nature. Nature isn't perfect, and that's what makes it beautiful. I think I'll go put some birdseed out for the poor critters. 0 comments |