Live, Love, and Hate – by Orpheus

Week 21 – Uh…

(6/29/04) Well, I sent both parts of Week 20 to R, and I got this response: “I know your going to hate this but i'm going to say it anyways. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for laughing about the song and for not truly understanding what you saw with your friend. I'm sorry for bring up Jay and everything but I don't care for Jay. If i did, I would of told you about it a long time ago. I don't like "playing" people cause I know I wouldn't want to be played with either. I don't know what to say I suppose. I don't know how to react. Sometimes I don't think about what i say will impacted others. Whether it would hurt them or not. I'm sorry for that. Just don't think bad of me please.

With love,

R”

The only thing changed in the above letter was the signature, she signed with her real name, but, in LLH tradition, I changed it to her letter. But, you know, until I reread that letter just this evening, I never really realized how carried away I was with the whole thing. No, not carried away, far gone, mayhap? No, obsessed, maybe. Stupid, yes, that’s the word. I shouldn’t have been so stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking, actually, scratch that, I know I wasn’t thinking. I guess I just kinda went overboard…several miles overboard… I’m pretty sure you don’t read LLH, R, but just in case you do, I’m really sorry…

Okay, now that I’ve got that out of the way, I can move on to the column proper. I’m taking two semesters of PE over summer so that I can take Military History and 3D-Design 2 next year. Turns out that K and L are both at summer school, too. I dunno what K’s there for, but when it comes to L, I think she’s retaking biology, judging by the book that she had with her.

Now, I realize that I left something out of Week 19. I believe I forgot to tell you exactly why I compare Samecool to K. You see, there are lots of people out there who would give anything to have someone tell them that they love them. I know quite a few people like this (J, for example, at least, she used to go on about it all the time, she hasn’t mentioned it lately). So what makes some people think that they’re so special that they have some kind of gods-given right to choose who loves them? I mean, why don’t those people give a chance to the people who say they love them?

I am hideously disappointed in the I, Robot movie. It is NOTHING like the book, I mean, the movie has a full scale robot revolt, where as in the book, there was ONE robot who EVER killed anyone. Somewhere, Isaac Asimov is spinning over and over again in his grave like some kind of macabre yo-yo.

And one last thing to add, the lyrics to Ketamine, by Carfax Abbey:

“Taste my blanket of tranquility,

Long to be my own Neanderthal,

I’m belly up in my own hole,

Leave me alone, can’t get up off my own ass,

(off of my own ass),

You are SO special,

SO special,

Paralyzed in my own K-hole,

My K-hole,

KETAMINE,

Surely you can feel, surely you can feel my feline fantasy,

Lying there, catatonic, can’t say a word,

I’m dumb, and I like it,

Get so caught up in where we’re going,

What the hell is wrong with just standing still?

‘Cuz I’m standing still,

For sub-primate use only,

Could I be any more primitive, primitive?

Any more primitive, primitive?

(chorus x2)

For Week 21, this is Orpheus, signing out. Send rant topics to [email protected]