Oedipus

I'm the king's thirty second son
Born to him in thirty second's time
Born to him the night still young
Born to him with two eyebrows on
And that's all I was wearing
When I woke up staring at the world

My mom had been a rather crazy queen
But not at all a sex machine
She liked to keep her body clean, clean
Thought the world to be quite obscene
But she retired to her chamber
And we remain quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

I'm the king's thirty second son
And all it took was thirty second's time
But a spoiled little prince I was not
Had a chamber maid and a chamber pot
And there's thirty one others just like me
There's thirty one others I can be

Sometimes I'd stand by the royal wall
The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul
And i stood on my toes to catch a glimpse
Of my mother's eyes and my mother's skin
And she retired to her chamber
And we remain quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

And one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh

Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh

Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the

I'm the king's thirty second son
There's thirty one others just like me
There's thirty one others on the way
There's thirty one others after that

Sometimes I stand by the royal gate
People screaming love and hate
And they scream
And they scream
And they scream
And they scream
Long live the king,
Long live the queen

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

And one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh

Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still a goddamn number

Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two

Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king

Oh, Roommates

I love my roommate

And I don't mean "Oh, my roommates cool, awesome". No. I love him. Man love at its finest.

BUT We're going through a bit of a rough patch right now...

I came home late last night and this is what greeted me at my door, written on my nice new white board (thanks Peaches).

Dear Rodell,
You left me again. This is like the seventh time in two weeks. I don't know if I can continue on in this relationship knowing you'll be gone most nights. I need your love and comfort after a long day of studying Chemistry, but you don't consider that when you decide to go out. This makes me think that you don't care about me anymore. To top off your mistreatment, you'll sleep half of the day and ignore me. Tonight, I go to bed crying. :(*

So I guess he's feeling ignored. But I don't know, I need my space. I should assert myself. No, he'll just get upset again...What should I do? Advice?


*yes there was an actual sad face at the end of his message, frown and everything

Car rides

The car ride balks home was very quiet. Quiet enough to allow me to think. So during the car ride balks I thought.

College is very fast pace, flying by the seat of your pants. I've loved every minute of it (minus the studying my ass off for econ). But there's zero chance for introspection. You're always going somewhere or doing something or getting ready to go somewhere to do something.

What did I think about? I thought about Ethiopian jazz and how American/European of a concept it actually is. I thought about the practicality of abandoning conventional ethics in certain scenarios. I thought about how the red trees had finally begin to encroach upon the green trees' last resistance compound and the green trees probably didn't have more than a couple weeks. I thought about love. I thought about crappy french vanilla "cappuccinos".


And then break turned out to be a blur. Hang out, go home, call other friend(s), go see family, see more friends while making plans to hang out with other friends. Fun but hectic.

And then I come balks and have to study for exams. And take exams. Lots of things have happened/occurred to me that i want to write about, but it's been hard to find time. Which is why I'm writing at 5:30 in the morning.

More to come later.