Archive for December 16th, 2002
The Nearly-Weekly *Sniff*
Posted by Erundur Anwamehtar on December 16th, 2002, at 12:41pm

Just got back from country-swing dancing. It was fun. Today was an off-week for the normal crew of people that go, so Tracy and I ended up dancing a lot and I also danced with Crystal and a couple of her sorrority friends. Anyway, it was fun and a much-needed outlet for some of the frustration of the day. Tracy makes me laugh.

I went to Holmes Lake this morning and spent a couple hours reading the Bible and thinking about life. I was kinda stressed, so it was beneficial to get away. The ducks quacked, the ice floated, and I read.

Burger King’s “Grilled Sourdough Burger” tastes good. (I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.)

Windows XP runs kinda slow sometimes. It seems like it just freezes up on one task it’s doing and doesn’t pay any attention to the next thing I’m already starting on. oh well!

Cummulative studying time for finals so far: 15 minutes. (I’m working on it.)

G’night!

Categories: Life
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2 and a Quarter
Posted by Erundur Anwamehtar on December 16th, 2002, at 11:03am

I didn’t get too much studying done today. So far, I’ve done about 2hr 15min of cummulative study. I should do some more right now.

I’ve accomplished a couple small things on the site today. Got a new “logo” up (let me know what you think in the poll). I also got official permission from NavPress to use the TMS Quiz here. Unfortunately, I had to take down the TMS in 5 Translations page. (Copyright purposes I suppose…) Anyway, keep quizzing yourself on those verses.

And… uh… back to studying.

Categories: Life, The Site

Tired Road
Posted by Erundur Anwamehtar on December 16th, 2002, at 9:21am

A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
Date Written: 08/16/2002

Usually I see the skid’s
results written in the pavement
but the life affected has fled
away.
I never knew where or
whose power took them.

Today, as I held the wheel,
my control kept fragile balance
until I removed a hand
in search of a different tune
to drive to.

I looked up
and thrice swerved
faster than three thoughts
panic-filled.

The last attempt of mine
to stay on course
left me facing traffic
with a stalled engine.

No reflex is automatic
until fear grips its trigger.
I turned the key,
drove onto the shoulder,
removed myself
from the vehicle
and lost all calmness.
Everything was normal,
except my ego,
bruised by the view.
A layer of tire freshly unpeeled
lied on the surface,
its smell wafting around the car.

I got back in.
Was I lucky? No.
It was through no power
of mine.

Categories: Poetry