Magdalena O!

Oh hey. I GOT INTO GRADUATE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One acceptance so far, but I haven’t heard from the other programs yet. Gonna be tough to make  a decision by April 1.

This one is for the Communication & Culture MA that’s a joint Program between York and Ryerson.

YO YO YO!!! GRAD SCHOOL MOTHERFRACKERS!!!

President Roslin, who is dying of cancer sits with a dying woman, Emily, who is at the last stages of her own terminal cancer in the hospital quarters.

“Those are the gods you believe in? Capricious? Vindictive?”
“They are not to be taken literally. They are metaphors.”
“I don’t need metaphors, I need answers.”

I believe in metaphor, thus I believe in God. I don’t need answers or reassurance, because they’re in me already.

I don’t think I was ever truly an atheist. The anagram of my name spells A Mad Angel.

MP3: Frog Pocket – Celebrimbor Tur-Anion (Planet Mu)

I’ve been playing with bubbles and stuff, because we are all circles. I’ve also painted my first portrait with ink and brush. It was an almost life-size cylon head. Go figure. All I do now is think about and watch Battlestar Galactica. J and I salute each other now when we say good-bye. Everything that has happened before will happen again & again & again. When is the first time of something happening? When do you know it’s an original experience?

It fucking kills me when I start bawling while jerking off. I remember the first time it happened in 2005. I was mourning. Seems like yen really loves to shove its way up to my conscious mind when I’m at the peak of my elation.

Thanks a lot buddy!