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moocowinthecity This journal is friends only from now on, sorry folks
2002
Gaia
this quiz was made by The Autist Formerly Known As Tim
Anyways, I’m currently getting ready to go downstairs and do laundry and homework, I just have to burn a music CD first.
I’ll be back on later,
Peace.
Matan
Almost time to go to class…
Wow, yesterday I got my English paper back, I got and A (woot!).
Now to today…
Well, I missed psych this morning, I was so tired and wasn’t feeling well, so I’ll just have to go over this chapter extra hard and meet with one of the TA’s and do a one-on-one session to make up for it.
I have my World Civ. Recitation class at 3:30, which should be interesting. It’s our first practice quiz and we have our papers due. My paper’s on how Gilgamesh effects society and our lives, which was tough, because we were limited to 2 1/2 pages. Regardless, I’ll see how I do and then create my game plan from there.
I have a few quizzes this week, so I’ll be studying for the majority of the week.
Anyways, time for me to study a little before class, and then head over to The Spine for class.
TTYL,
~ Matan
Secret Stranger
Living my life down by the dock, a secret stranger, hiding from the eyes of the ranger – dingy bars are my safe hold, staying away from all the rest, always heading downwind, I can’t hide – I can never rest. I knew the rules when I took the job, didn’t know it would be so hard, didn’t know it would last so long.
I have no name, I am no one and I am everyone, Walking away from the wind – away from my old life I turned into an ally and with a swish of my coat I was gone, now I’m just another Doe, just another John.
Nothing more heard from me, never a sound, you’ll be lucky if you can catch me in the corner of your eye by the time you turn around, you’ll think to yourself it was just your imagination – a random noise, a random sound, but you’ll see a rose and wonder. I’ll keep an eye out for you, but you can never see me again.
Moving from town to town, always on the run, I have a lookout, I can’t count on her as a friend, for it’s you watch my back, I watch yours – until a better deal I can procure, that is my blessing, that is my curse, I have only one friend in this universe – I can feel the holster of my colt, knowing that it’s the only thing that wont turn on me.
I go for women, I go for men – I’ll do whatever i can, I’ll do anything so long as my goal, my mission, is achieved, I need information with haste, I’m always hiding, I have precious little time to waste.
We can’t go to hospitals, we can’t go to shrinks, we’re lucky if we get a swig of whisky, and a clean bullet to bite between our teeth. We do our own surgery using a blade from our knife, and some string and a massive amount of heat – comfort is a luxury that none of us can afford.
Such is the life of the stranger, spy, hitman, lone gunman, doctor, priest, lover, father – I wear many hats – everytime I turn around I’m someone different, I don’t own an identity for long.
Always asleep with one eye open, one eye shut, gun under my pillow, knife strapped to my leg – friends can be close, enemies are always closer; to few fail to heed the advice given and follow the rules – it’s they we say presente for, because we know they’re through. Most likely they’re in the morgue, listed as “Doe, John.”
Walking in the rain, I drop my jacket and begin to run, down the ally, through the muck, heading for my next job, with very little luck. Hoping, praying that this one will be the last, I feel like sisyphus pushing a boulder up a hill, I’m never through, never done, i can never sleep at night without having the feeling that I may be caught out. One day I’ll keep running and I’ll never stop, but today is not that day, and tomorrow isn’t looking good either.
Sweet, sweet misery.
Secret Stranger…
Living my life down by the dock, a secret stranger, hiding from the eyes of the ranger – dingy bars are my safe hold, staying away from all the rest, always heading downwind, I can’t hide – I can never rest. I knew the rules when I took the job, didn’t know it would be so hard, didn’t know it would last so long.
I have no name, I am no one and I am everyone, Walking away from the wind – away from my old life I turned into an ally and with a swish of my coat I was gone, now I’m just another Doe, just another John.
Nothing more heard from me, never a sound, you’ll be lucky if you can catch me in the corner of your eye by the time you turn around, you’ll think to yourself it was just your imagination – a random noise, a random sound, but you’ll see a rose and wonder. I’ll keep an eye out for you, but you can never see me again.
Moving from town to town, always on the run, I have a lookout, I can’t count on her as a friend, for it’s you watch my back, I watch yours – until a better deal I can procure, that is my blessing, that is my curse, I have only one friend in this universe – I can feel the holster of my colt, knowing that it’s the only thing that wont turn on me.
I go for women, I go for men – I’ll do whatever i can, I’ll do anything so long as my goal, my mission, is achieved, I need information with haste, I’m always hiding, I have precious little time to waste.
We can’t go to hospitals, we can’t go to shrinks, we’re lucky if we get a swig of whisky, and a clean bullet to bite between our teeth. We do our own surgery using a blade from our knife, and some string and a massive amount of heat – comfort is a luxury that none of us can afford.
Such is the life of the stranger, spy, hitman, lone gunman, doctor, priest, lover, father – I wear many hats – everytime I turn around I’m someone different, I don’t own an identity for long.
Always asleep with one eye open, one eye shut, gun under my pillow, knife strapped to my leg – friends can be close, enemies are always closer; to few fail to heed the advice given and follow the rules – it’s they we say presente for, because we know they’re through. Most likely they’re in the morgue, listed as “Doe, John.”
Walking in the rain, I drop my jacket and begin to run, down the ally, through the muck, heading for my next job, with very little luck. Hoping, praying that this one will be the last, I feel like sisyphus pushing a boulder up a hill, I’m never through, never done, i can never sleep at night without having the feeling that I may be caught out. One day I’ll keep running and I’ll never stop, but today is not that day, and tomorrow isn’t looking good either.
Sweet, sweet misery.
LooOOoOOOonNNngggg Update!
When We Last Left off…
Well, This week has been pretty good thus far.
==Last Saturday==
Protested infront of the Federal Building & On Elmwood Avenue (one of Beefalo’s Main Drags) and we got a *GREAT* response!
==Monday==
Class (tum tee tum) which was fun, standard stuff, doing homework and all.
==Tuesday==
Got my Psych Grade back – and because we didn’t do as good as she wanted us to, she added 7 points to all of our grades, so I made of with a 72. Then I had World Civ Recitation which was, as usual, interesting. I have a paper due on tuesday, two pages (::coughcoughEasyAcoughcough::). After class I boarded the bus to south campus, and took the Transit to Down Town Beefalo for the IAC meeting.
I was the first one there so I opened up the office and got stuff all setup, it was a very informative meeting.
==Wednesday==
More Class, went fooooooood shopping ::yum:: Chef Boyarde, apparently to some, is “fine italian cuisine” somehow, I think not
==Thursday==
Psych at 9:30 (ech, had to get up early) but it was a cool class on memory, let’s hope I can bring my psych grade up from a 72 (ohh, forgot, good news on psych – lowest quiz grade dropped!).
Then I had a whole day free, so I:
- Studied for Health and Human Services
- Moved Furniture in my dorm room so I could hang up my wall hanging
- Started my Health and Human Services Homework
- Got my flight bag ready for my trip to NYC for a conference
Anyways, tomorrow I leave after class for a conference in NYC ::is excited:: I get to see the grand-rents and we’re gunna go out for dinner and the conference should be VERY cool. I’ll update if I can get to a computer when I’m there.
Peace,
~ The Bovine
9-11-2002 – A Year Later
In the aftermath of the September 11th anniversary, we grieve for the victims, however we must also realize that there is still much work to be done; and it’s not an answer that is easy, and it took the events of 9/11 to give some of us a voice.
Thousands, if not millions of children die each year in Iraq because of US lead sanctions. Although the United States claims that Saddam has “weapons of mass destruction” they have no evidence, infact they have testimony from weapons insepctors (Including the Chief US Weapons Inspector) that they do not have any weapons of mass destruction at all, and that the insepctors were simply used as a place to find targets to destroy in Iraq. Children, because Iraq cannot recieve Chlorine, die unnescessary deaths every day because they cannot get clean drinking water – they die of bowel diseases, and worse.
People are always quick to claim that Iraq gets countless number of medical suppllies; not only is this wrong and infactual, but when Iraq does get medical supplies, they only recieve half of what they need – they may get a antibiotic, but they have no needles to inject it into their patients. Patients who are required to have water bags attached to them multiple times daily, may only get one a day when they require six or more – or in times of deficit, one a week.
Know Justice, Know Peace, Know Justice, Know Peace
The Burgoise claimed that World War I was the war to end all wars, instead it brang us right into World War II. There can be no justice, if we do not know, and embrace peace, in this year – 2002, over two thousand years from the death of what some consider to be the Messiah what has all this wealth and warfare done to us?
Children Starving, World Hunger, Thousands Jobless, others lying in the streets waiting to die. If you believe that Capitalism can work, go to the Streets of New York City, right by my office, and look at the people lined up and down 14th Street and even 7th Avenue, who hold signs “hungry and homeless” and see them die before your eyes. The only way that we can have true peace and equality is through a movement by the masses, there is no need for people to starve or to go hungry, when they are sorrounded by so much wealth and food.
The People, United, Will Never Be Defeated! The People, United, Will Never Be Defeated!
After the first day or so of the 9/11 attacks, over one-thousand innocent Arabs were taken from their homes in a secret police raid, their names were never released, for months family members didn’t know if their loved ones were dead or alive – when we begin to resort to tactics of Nazi Germany, we can truly see where our “Democracy” is going. It is time that the people say “We’ve Had Enough – Money for Jobs, Education, Healthcare – not for racist war!”
One of the only few people who stand to profit from this war are President Bush, and Vice President Cheney, both who have alot to gain financially – you may remember that VP Cheney had personal interest in Enron, although it was somehow glossed over in the Burgois news.
People fail to relaize that with Bush’s endless war, it’s not his children who shall be dying in the streets, it’s YOUR son’s and YOUR daughters who shall die, not the burgoisie’s children.
A death, no matter who’s life, is still a death – violence will only bring about more violence.
Spiritually,
WW
Okay, ANOTHER quiz…
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.
Which Boyband Member Is For You?
Umm…this one’s interesting…
