Final June Post

Well, I just thought I'd make one more post before June ends for this year. It's kind of a funny thing to think about. There will never be another June of 2008. It's going to be gone soon. Wow, that's really strange to think about. Anyways...

I had three strange dreams last night. Fighting Black Magic that turned peoples eyes green and then made them evil, going on another camp out, and last but not least, exploring the Papal mansion. None of the story lines were based in reality. The characters were all people I know though. Mostly. There were a few shady figures in the first, and I couldn't tell if they were gangsters or government agents. I think my subconscious is having a nervous breakdown. Seriously though, it must have been one of those dreams re-processing recent events, because I can think of how all of it could be tied into stuff that's happened to me recently. Well, I think that's just about enough of me for tonight! Thank you, and goodnight.

Jotungard

So, I just wrote the first word that popped into my head for a title. It's not really relevant to what this post is about, but oh well.

Anyway, I'd like to take a few moments to talk about fear. It's been something I've been thinking about this week. First, Father's homily on Sunday was about fear. He talked about how fear holds us back in our relationship with God. We're afraid to go deeper because we may not like what God wants us to do. It was interesting. Then, yesterday, I had a first hand experience with what I could have missed if I had given in to fear. You see, I was afraid to start a certain conversation I had yesterday, but I did, and in the end I got a lot out of it. I'm very glad I didn't listen to my fears. I guess it's true what FDR said, "We have nothing to fear but fear itself." And also, wasn't it God who said it first, "Be not afraid."? With that in mind, I'll take my leave.

-End Transmission

----(:_:)---- or Four Eyed Fuzzball Alone in the Dark

Well, I actually don't think anyone's reading this anymore. If you are would you comment? I haven't had any comments for what, three posts, over a week? Oh well. The lack of comments inspired the title of the post. And I'll keep writing, even if you don't comment. If only so that I'll eventually have enough material for a Blook. Anyways...

I just finished a game of Civ2 as "The Tharrinian Empire". It was awesome. The greatest city in the world was Gotham, followed by Zer and Thebes(all in my possession). It makes me dream. It's gotten my writing senses tingling. What is life like in Tharinia? What are the national pastimes, values, etc. Course, I'm already working on a book. Which I haven't written on in ages. Needs a bit of a rework anyways. Oh well. It's not like I have to worry about for a couple years. But, I do want to make a difference. Start small, it'll all fall into place. Don't worry, you'll see. God's with us. And because of that, life's good, even when it's not.

This is the time
To be more than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the time of my life

Busy

Well, I found out about an interesting organization today. The Society for Creative Anachronism. I was thinking about maybe getting into it, then I realized I have very little time as it is. It's something I would like, but I haven't got the amount of time I'd need to put into it to feel like I wasn't cheating myself. Besides, a new play starts this week. "Much Ado About Nothing", set in the 1950s. It's going to be awesome! Things are good. I might get a bit more philosophical, but I have got nothing to say. Ooh, on a different note, I played two games of laser tag on Saturday, and won both! Now I really am a warrior poet. Thank you, and goodnight.

Na Na

Na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye. The time is late. And that song is in my head. I think I'll go to bed. Rest my tired head...

Na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodnight.

Fog

Boy, things are a bit weird for me right now. I'd say I'm in a sort of mental fog. I can't seem to place things these days. It's somewhat disconcerting. It's just a passing thing. Got to remember my priorities. Got to keep moving, remember life's good. I'm sure you know the feeling. It's just a human experiance, I suppose. A little more prayer would probably work miracles. Course, isn't that what it's for?

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be...

Sailing

Well, I could barely believe how much fun I had this weekend. Aside from being with my old friends I had many sagey exploits. We created a nation(Crazy Quatro) that lasted for two hours and was centered around a fire we lit on the lake shore at about 1 AM yesterday. I also sailed a boat with Nat and James. I was suprised at how much I knew from just riding in the sailboat. We almost capsized once(we were all standing on the side of the bench) but we righted and only took on about 10 or 15 gallons of water. Course, then it took me forever to get the plug back in, but that's another story. It was a great weekend. That'll be it for tonight. Goodnight.

Diggy Dee Da

Diggy dee da dee a doo do, diggy dee da dee a dooooooo! Well, I'm rather excited. Camping near the Sea of Dogs all weekend. Our annual naval bouts! Argh! I feel like singing. I wonder if I could post song clips on here. Oh well. Anyways...



How come there's never enough dumplings as you would like? I mean, there's always tons of chicken, but never as many dumplings as you would like. Someday I'd like to eat dumplings to my heart's content. Once I did that with biegnets. I think I had like, five and a half biegnets. Oh, man, those are the best things ever. Boy, I'm making myself hungry. Well, 'til next time,
Drink up me hearties Yo Ho!

For the Record

Let the record show that on this night of June 9th, 2008, The Highland Sage was out in a long sleeved black shirt, with his hair spiked up, and guyliner on. He looked a bit like Boo Radley actually. And he is in a rather strange mood, which seems to come to him a lot lately. Boo...
Maybe he's lonely...

Life is good, even when it's not.

Dirty

Well, I went wandering for two and a half hours today. And I came back DIRTY! Actually, I lied down in the dirt because as I was coming over a rather steep rise, I saw an elk. So I hit the dirt and watched it for a while. It was grazing, and it looked like it was pretty young. Also I wandered in a direction I hadn't before, and I had to crawl under a couple barbwire fences to get back home directly. So, yeah, I was dirty. Not to mention I carried around rocks I thought fit well in my hands(That is, until I got tired of them, or found better ones). When I got home, and took off my socks, I could see where they had come up to, because above it was so dirty. Then I showered, and when I was done felt very very clean. It's nice, every once in a while. Ooh, also I made up another saying: I'd rather die with a knife in my back than from falling off a cliff because I trusted no one to help me. That's it for tonight.


-End Transmission

Half

This is half a post. It's going to be short. I started my math at 9:45 PM today, and actually, I think it went very well. I was more awake then I am around 2 or 3 when I usually do it. Course, time only matters in relation to other people, if you think about it. I mean, if you were the only person on Earth, would you need a watch. Personally, I'd be too busy trying to get to Narnia, or Malachandra, etc. if I was the only person on Earth.

Hair

Don't know why, but my hair is alway the best looking late at night when no one I care to impress is around to see it. Oh well. It's really a pitty. I'd like to say that this is probably the last time I will every make a blog post like this. It's also the first time too! Imagine!

When the cold of winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain

But in dreams I can hear your name
And in dreams
We will meet again

When the seas and mountains fall
And we come, to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there,
I will go there
And back again