Yea yea yea.. :'-(

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7:23 pm
MOOD: like crap-for-crap
MUSIC: Rusted Root something or other

That night in the shelter of a small featureless uninteresting cave, King Robert's eyes grew heavy, his breath deepened and his vision blackened..

He stood atop a high mountain...

KING ROBERT'S DREAM

He stood atop a high mountain, wind whipping around, cold biting him, howling gale penetrating. He clutched tightly the blanket around him, took in the surroundings.. grey and blue clouds shifted below, creeping swiftly across the valley, concealing, changing, throwing bitter and spiteful glances at the king, who then looked away in distaste.

The bird that had been soaring and overhead now perched on the tree above him, a branch above his ability to climb. he grabbed and climbed and snatched at the bird, but the black bird only looked sadly at him, its eyes silently mourning, and the bitter clouds below sang their sad song.

The king drew in the ground with his stick, wrote in the sand, sketched in the hard soil, and scratched on the rocks. All the while, the wind grew colder, and the fog below threatened to rise above the mountain, and he would be lost in a sparkling dusky sea. The king wrote in haste, but of the words and phrases he knew not the meaning. The sea below grew darker and wilder, and it threw blasphemous curses at him; all the while he laboured to write..

Looking up, the tree was gone, along with the bird, and the king threw glances around, searching for where the bird might have gone. The door behind him opened up unexpectedly, but from within also came the fog that threatened to engulf him. He shut the door and turned the key, and took it to put it away..

And the bird was perched on the door-frame and chirped out a melody to the king, breaking the heavy silence. And the freezing king shouted out to the bird in anger.. and the bitter fog bit down on his ankles, buckling his knees, bringing him on his face before the power of the cold..

And he got up .. banging his head on the roof of the featureless cave..

8:46 pm
MOOD: look right thru me
MUSIC: Mad World

I like the piano. I just got back from the mandatory floor meeting. We're supposed to check out of our rooms straight after finals, and this thursday we're supposed to move things out of storage or something. I guess that's the thing to do then.

MUSIC: Louie, Louie (The Kingsmen)

Our chairs are still missing. They've been missing since like day two. Not day one, cause i remember sitting in them, on day one. So Grant and I are gonna go knocking on doors trying to get them back. I think the girls in the basement or some married couple stole them. I guess i better get some New Testament notes and get to studying those, eh?