reviling

Another moment I can imagine, rather easily, fast-forwarding two or three years.

I am inspired only in the deepest regions of my illiterate mind--the dark places that don't /want/ to see light. That don't /want/ to transfer from thought to matter.

Feelings are I might find vehicles, but only if I am left with more hours to spend in silence--away from society. Not completely away, not yet, but the thought of roommate and company breaking the little silence I do recieve stifles my will to create, as does, though to a much lesser extent, hearing residents pass by my room with their voices, and unlock their doors, and use the staircase...

Professor 2 is on my side, working with me, giving me time to finish a paper due about a month ago and pushing back a midterm I would otherwise take this Thursday. I talk to Professor 3 around 9am, and the last Professor around 1pm. And then I should know if I need to drop another class.

Redefining my vocabulary, at least inwardly, with Asatru equivalents is proving entertaining. Whether, after I have succeeded in letting my mind the thought, "What in the Nine Worlds?" instead of, "What the hell?" it might work in the 'real world' remains to be seen.

Seeing Ragnarok helped remind me--it did not fully change me, but, being finally a self-influencing person, remembered some lost love. It is taking time, but accepting faith when one has largely denied it makes sense that it is taking time.

I want to read all volumes of The Maxx in one sitting right now.