Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in Aerio's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, June 13th, 2006
1:29 pm	Something to be neither more nor less nor other than done: "I had sooner play cards against a man who was quite sceptical about ethics, but bred to believe that 'a gentleman does not cheat', than against an irreproachable moral philosopher who had been brought up among sharpers." -C.S. Lewis I look forward to writing class. What a blessing it is to be able to express yourself eloquently through written words! I have not that gift. Or perhaps I lost it. I used to enjoy writing more than anything else back when I was 12. Not any more. I want to bring back that passion. -- I hope college will aid in this foray. I was surprised to hear that a particular artist I had been watching used to be a writer. No wonder I enjoyed reading her journals! Of course, there is one other, whose current occupation is to study journalism whose writing is also captivating. Then again, I know an English major in college right now whose writing is less than entertaining... What gives? Don't know. I will still be writing thank you notes to tens of other peoples today. It has now been one month since graduation. Better late than never, though, eh? When I'm done with that, I've got to draw two gift`es for friends. One will be Jesus on the cross (a birthday present). The other, an illustration of a dream, perhaps. Just because she's a friend. O_~ Oh, parc. I'd rather let the waves of devotion roll over my soul than let go of control. Irony, I had to suffocate before I could breathe.~paraphrase of John Reuben's Out of Control~ It's so much easier to be committed than to love. To be devoted than act on faith. Funny thing is that these aren't polar opposites nor mutually exclusive when acted upon, but if one comes before the other, it's a stumbling block. "If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning – just as, if there were no light in the universe, and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know that it was dark. Dark would be without meaning." -C.S. Lewis -Aerio Current Mood: exanimate Current Music: Bloodhound Gang - Something Diabolical (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
10:50 pm	Days of Talking and Not Much Sleeping... I had a dream the other night. Been having lots of those lately; particularly weird ones, I might add. I was a young and comely boy from India with notably dark eyes. Of course I had dark hair and skin, too, but the eyes were like black holes in comparison. I was an orphan taken in by the Camp family in Longview Texas. I didn't know how to read, write, cook, clean, draw, drive, play games, nada. While I lived at the Camp residence (a brick house of six children ages 5-18 and two adults), I found myself outside the loop. That day was very busy, as are most in their house, and so I was sent off to perform a chore for them that they didn't have time for. I was sent to their church on Judson road, about ten miles into town. Of course, I couldn't drive, so I walked. I expected to be back within one week--no less. On my way, I met a fencer. He was carrying a roll of chicken wire underneath his arm and boasting about how secure and robber-proof his fences were. A wizard walked beside me for a little while, as I passed through a dingy neighborhood corridor, and he disapproved of this fencer's word. But ere long, we came across a bit of his work: a fenced-in baseball field. I'd never played baseball before, so it didn't strike me, Karl the Indian, as particularly odd to see the whole field roofed in by wire fence--but it looked angular, and not very pretty to me. I had to admit to him that it looked sturdy anyway. He extrapolated on this small confession, and went on like a salesman about the durability against robbers. I then proved to him, by explanation, that it wouldn't take much torque with a hedge clipper to cut through it; and, what's more, his fence didn't even meet the ground, buckling and gaping as much as six inches above the earth in some places. He became irate, so I walked away. I had told him before to leave me alone, besides. Just as I fled the vicinity, a baseball landed at my feet and a little girl's voice called for me to throw it back. Now, I had become amused by this game. I'd never seen it before and didn't know it's mechanics, but I managed a short toss to her and wandered to the outside of the batter's cage where I could watch. A large woman, a young man in his twenties, and his son and daughter, with plenty of neighborhood kids, played the game for thirty minutes before dusk set in and the kids went home for dinner. There didn't seem enough kids to play the game properly any more, so I volunteered myself hesitatingly. The little girl begged that I should be the pitcher, because her mom was at bat. So, I gave it a try. But a very pitiful attempt, being my first time to play baseball. To my astonishment, the ball met her bat and came flying back at me as a beachball. I toppled over backwards, and the father helped me stand up. His son stood next to me and made some lighthearted jests, but encouraging in flavor. I didn't hear him over the roar of heated attraction I felt for both he and his dad suddenly. I fled. I must not have been able to speak English well. I felt I couldn't explain that I was just lonely. An orphan. Out of the loop. Been walking for days. Ashamed. I stumbled into a four-laned highway and remembered the only caution I'd been given about crossing the road: "Make sure you're not in the car's path." Easy for them to say. I almost caused an accident before reaching the grassy median. A yellow one-seater swerved past me as I gained the other side, flipped over like a Transformer, assumed a new shape, turned orange, and drove back over the curb onto the road again without stopping. +++ *View change* I became Aerio the elf in an apartment room, casually arguing with my girlfriend, Rondell, about whether or not to order a pizza. We both held champagne glasses half-full of Sprite. She went ahead and ordered one anyway and urged me to pick it up because 'the pastor should be here any time now,' and they don't give you a free 2-liter if they have to deliver the 'za themselves. I joked with her about being drunk or something as I took the last swig of Sprite from my stemmed glass. As I exited, I met my lifelong friend Glinadaro and began talking with him on the way down the dingy, winding stairs. It was almost past sunset, a somewhat dark orange glow on the horizon now. But as I met the pavement below, Pastor Keith drove up in his van. Since Rondell and I didn't have a permanent address, we had all our mail forwarded to his flat. Aparently numerous other people were doing the same thing, and he was getting tired of having to deliver mail every week. Thus, he expected a little recompense: his favourite pizza, GD's Pizzaria (I think), every time he came to my apartment. I told him it wasn't ready yet, so I invited him to pick it up with me. I hopped in his van as he scooted over to the driver's seat. Silly, he was sitting on the postal-carrier's side, and he wasn't actually putting mail into a mailbox. The end. Night before that, I dreamed I was a tall, beautiful, dark-headed young man named Luis. I ended up adopting a Romanian orphan baby with a birthmark on her face. There was lots of drama entailed, and it was a little more sporatically sequenced. But what a wonderful dream! Care to hear it? Current Mood: Upside-Down Current Music: HYDE - I CAN FEEL (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 20th, 2006
3:58 pm	Top o' the Mornin' to ye! To kick things off, my Internet service here at home blows. I can never tell when I've been kicked offline, when I've been reconnected, or when something's posted, what's gone through, what's saved, whether I have service at all! That's what makes using Instant Messengers so difficult right now. Especially MSN. It seems to require the most Internet flow, or something. Skype, on the other hand, seems to need the least. AIM and YIM are somewhere in between. I know the broadband at college will be better than this, and I can't wait. </rant> O_~ Just testing to see how this looks. I'll update very soon. Ta-ta! -Aerio Current Mood: Anxious Current Music: Bloodhound Gang - You're Pretty When I'm Drunk (Comment on this)