So I’ve been getting calls from the Chicago Tribune, Daili Illini, and Campus police.
Apparently someone in one of the Facebook groups I started died last night. Fell from a radio tower… I won’t have his name up… but it’s so weird looking at his Facebook page… still no news. Odd how it’s the first place to go.
And I feel so oddly disconnected…
Prayers to him, his family, and all those affected by his loss.
Well. I think I’m becoming one with my world. Either that or I’m just losing my sanity. Let’s see… it’s a post-Saturday night, 4 AM sharp, and I’m sitting for the 11th hour straight at this chair, in front of my two computers working on an MP that’s due on Monday. I should be going insane with the crap I’m doing right?
Rather, I’m mildly amused, listening to Haydn’s Trumpet Concerto in E flat, 3rd movement , and happily coding. I suppose to anyone else, that’s a bit crazy. Mleh, so maybe it is. It’s how I’m going to survive through this semester. Oh, I *did* make a brief outing around 1 AM to get some food. Stepping out of Everitt was like stepping into Oblivion ; dark, loud, and hectic, aka a typical Saturday night on campus. It was a breath of fresh air…
Well. I’ll talk more later, back to coding!
Oh well, for some reason, I can’t seem to sleep right now… even though I should, given that it’s 6:13 AM, and my first class starts in under 4 hours. It would appear that the world, in fact, did not freeze entirely when I stopped paying attention; I opened my Xanga subscriptions for the first time in nearly two months, and left a little bit more enlightened, reading the on-goings of friends far and near (more far than near–it would seem that most people with blogs that are updated often enough are all far away).
Sad, in a way; I feel so far behind, and yet, it’s refreshing. It’s inspiring! And ooh! What is this? LJ looks so different now… so many pleasant surprises…
…is it wrong for me to sound so giddy when I’m not?
I’m not, really. I just don’t remember how to be anything else online. And therein lies my greatest tragedy: the inability to let out the feelings trapped within. Grr… so frustrating…
…so terribly frustrating.
I started writing this entry with the intent of ending it with a goodbye–my last entry–a capstone to a flutter of a LJ career. But maybe I’ll give it another gasp of air–who knows… maybe it’ll be all it needs. I, on the other hand… need something else.
SONG! for I do not know how to embed it into an LJ. Sadly.