Live, Love, and Hate - by Orpheus

Week 50(?) - So Strange

(12/17/04 10:40 something, Period 3 Chemistry)  Remember what I said last week about not calling R and tripping all over my own tongue again?  Well, got over that and called but, of course, with my luck I got her voice mail instead.  Given just her voice, I would think that she’s the same age as first J and not J (i.e. 12 or 13 rather than 17).  Well, it’s the last day of school before two weeks off for winter break, still no net or word, so that really sucks.  (11:31 Period 4 Geometry Honors) In order to avoid setting my head aflame in 3-D design, I have my hair tied up with some silver wire, which wouldn’t be mentioned except that it’s the only time I’ve ever done anything with my hair other than haphazardly running a brush through it.

                Okay, now on to a slightly more interesting topic:  Eurydice.  (Oh, on a side note, R was originally in Week One, but then got taken out before the first draft was submitted)  I haven’t hear from Eury in going on a month now, and that’s beginning to worry me (God, I love this song, “Dragonfly by the Cruxshadows) because she usually pops up about once a month or so.  Last time was in early November, she didn’t actually say anything, but she seemed so content.  A strange note about her, well, actually tow.  First one is that B (who I met many months later) dresses, like, exactly the same.  Other is that she was originally just called/thought of as “that girl with reddish-brown hair”.

                Great, I’ve run out of stuff to say and still got two more paragraphs to go.  I lost my scarab necklace (see Deliverance) awhile back, along with my silver ring that had ‘Orpheus’ stamped on it.  Without my computer, I feel like I’ve been cut off from the world (an irony that will not be lost on those of you who know some truth).  Almost as if something or someone is trying to isolate me, so strange.

                The only on of the letters that I can recall seeing in the last week is B for, like, two minutes on Monday, so strange.  I am beginning to lose my mind, I think.  The other day, I heard this strangely muted voice, like a very quiet radio newsman, nobody else seemed to hear anything, and awhile ago, when I was trying to get to sleep, this strange red light came from beneath my brother’s bed, but he sleeps downstairs now so he can’t confirm it, so strange.  Signing out.