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Oct. 10th, 2005 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sebastienneIf this doesn't let up soon I'm going to suffer some kind of terrible emotional burn-out I'm sure. I have spent all day feeling like someone slipped illegal substances into my breakfast. I'm looking at you here, Laurie...
And now I go out to audition for a Rocky Horror performing cast, buzzing like a Paul McGann in a Camden greasy spoon. If you see me out tonight (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jacinthsong, slasheuse, secutatrix), maybe try to talk me down?
To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life. In a sense it might even be said that our failure is to form habits: for, after all, habit is relative to a stereotyped world, and meantime it is only the roughness of the eye that makes two persons, things, situations, seem alike. While all melts under our feet, we may well grasp at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems by a lifted horizon to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the sense, strange dyes, strange colours, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend. Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing on their ways, is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening.
And now I go out to audition for a Rocky Horror performing cast, buzzing like a Paul McGann in a Camden greasy spoon. If you see me out tonight (
jacinthsong, slasheuse, secutatrix), maybe try to talk me down?To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life. In a sense it might even be said that our failure is to form habits: for, after all, habit is relative to a stereotyped world, and meantime it is only the roughness of the eye that makes two persons, things, situations, seem alike. While all melts under our feet, we may well grasp at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems by a lifted horizon to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the sense, strange dyes, strange colours, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend. Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing on their ways, is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening.
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Date: 2005-10-10 04:10 pm (UTC)Also, how are you. Send me your address and I will make random things fly through the post to you. Also am totally convinced I saw Kate yesterday in the street ona mountain in Durham. Confuzzlement ensued.
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Date: 2005-10-10 10:27 pm (UTC)I have a two week half term coming up and I thought it was about time I came and visited you in Oxford. What do you think? I'll be without internet for a bit as i'm moving house on Thursday so maybe give me a text.
:D
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Date: 2005-10-11 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 10:39 am (UTC)wanna be in it?
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Date: 2005-10-12 10:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 04:22 pm (UTC)hmm, can you wait until the 22nd for one? My afore mentioned soap-style ex-bf is very inclined to dressing up and performing...