Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people you like or think will actually do this. Try not to repeat a song title. It's harder than you think but it's a fun way to waste a few minutes and get the brain cells moving around.
Your Artist: Trent Reznor
Are you male or female: Me, I'm not
Describe yourself: Complication
How do you feel about yourself: Ruiner
Describe where you currently live: Getting Smaller
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: La Mer
Your favorite form of transportation: The Downward Spiral
Your best friend: Mr. Self Destruct
Your dream boy/girl: The Greater Good
Your life motto: Love is Not Enough
If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: Everyday is Exactly the Same
What is life to you: Another Version of the Truth
What is the best advice you have to give: We're in this Together
If you could change your name, what would you change it to?: Sunspots
Alright, bad habits coming back to haunt me. Have been doing so for months. This time around, no one knows it is still controlling me.
*Body is easily bruised...more show up day in and day out. *Unnoticed bloody wounds around the extremities (mainly fingers and toes). *Chronic dry skin. *Chronic fatigue. *Probably brittle bones. *Growing intolerance to colder temperatures. *Restless leg syndrome has ceased. Replaced by continuous indifference towards life in general. *Restlessness is snuffed during the very early stages, before it can make its way into any ligament. *Cancellation or simply unwarned absences from important preplanned events (mandatory shows, class lectures, friendly gatherings, etc.) In their place: isolated trips out, followed by hours locked up in bedroom knowingly inflicting pain, making sure the roommates are kept in blissful ignorance. *Ambivalence towards current career choice. Intrigue about the prospect of homeless wanderer as a lifestyle. *Mental focus on one addictive topic 80% of the time. Other 20% distracted by theological debates or disturbing dreams. *Inability to schedule time in such a way that promotes successful completion of college by May 2010. *Ideologies have become more mythological in nature. *Steady slipping away from any contact with immediate family members. *Entrapment or blockage of emotions, causing physically destructive habit to replace emotional release. *Anti-social tendencies have grown to promote anti-conversational skills, anti-animation in body and mind. *Silence...to an alarming degree. *Decreased ability to analyze biological events, causing inability to communicate with the body on what it needs.
I wish I could have some great and terrible truth revealed to me, like the one Oedipus was shown. There would be a much needed release in the wake of this enlightenment. Followed by a rationalization for rash action, and a determination to live with the consequences, which would provoke horror and pity in the ones around me. Gradually, I would learn to show the world more gratitude, and be an example to others of a more selfish nature. What a precise and definite plan Oedipus' life followed! How full of purpose he must have felt as he searched for the place where the sacred Furies slept. It is this powerful feeling that I would like to experience, coupled with the shock and deep sadness once the veil of Maya has been lifted.
The Furies have been my favorite characters I've ever gotten to play, even if we are watching the action from a corner most of the time. Still, I prefer that. Being the one in power, and yet not all powerful. Not all knowing, but allowing the story to be revealed to me slowly, and reacting in a positive (and might I add extremely erotic) way to the destruction of a man, the suicide of a woman, the physical distortion and pain of innocent victims, brought upon them all by the single quest for truth. What a beautiful thing to be able to express such joy during moments so conventionally thought of as tragic. I find it strange and exciting that I can tap into that sick, twisted elation more easily than the generally accepted reaction of grief and despair.
Please don't make me sleep. I feel myself coming apart again, and I want to be awake to enjoy every minute of it.
Because otherwise, I'll be going through the motions but feeling nothing inside. Wasting the life that I have at this moment.
Besides, I don't want to fast-forward to my first class. It's a bitch.
Dad and I were playing with the idea of backpacking through Vietnam after I graduate. Obviously, It'll take a lot of preparation, but I really do hope that we do it. I want us to backpack through Asia, into Europe, ending with Scotland. He's never been across the pond.
I want to learn French and Swedish. I want to live in Paris for a time. I want to get out of this city. I want to go back to the place I was before.
"These things are in the hands of the Gods." ~Final line of our show: Oedipus
