They let Lisa go blind

Blue is the quietest colour. Blue is the colour of silence.

Blue hues.

*Thrashing through blue*

Today I worked out. No kidding. I straight up hit to the gym and pumped iron. My schedule is such that routine outings to the gym (three times a week) will be realized. And I have a gym buddy -- and we will cap one another if things go awry.

My classes are infinitely boring. Life is terribly insipid. And my curiosity is stifled by shyness.
What the hay? Life should be beatific and gay.

Assertiveness required.

Between The Flatland And The Caspian Sea

Church was canceled this morning due to snow. Through my window I see a pleasant tempest outside.
Four exams over the next three days. Tough break.

Remember when I desired to see Klaxons and Voxtrot, but decided I only had enough resources to venture to one show -- so I chose Voxtrot and they canceled on me.
You know, I cannot even recall the last concert I've attended. I have been desperately searching for shows, like a rabid dog hunts flesh -- and finally, I have found one: Keren Ann is playing circa early February in Toronto. Now, she has not cracked the top fifty on Last.fm, which is a touch concerning; however, I have faith that with some more listening, and in respect to her ethereal persona and Israeli/French ancestry, I could fade into a soft shade of love before today's end. She'll never be Hope Sandoval, but you gots to work with whats yous gots. One particularly salient con of KA (the affectionate initials, obviously) is that one of her lovely tunes was featured in some lame television show. Oh, well, even Mazzy Star has been reluctantly exploited by terrible pictures and small-screen series. At least she's not like Wilco and sells her soul to a car companies. By Jove! Wilco needs a shot in the arm. Anywhoers, this is quite the digressive tangent, so I will halt.

Study, study, or fail, fail. Although, if I study I will likely die and thus fail. Paradox. Fox in the snow.

If You're Feeling Sinister...(Which I am not).

The basketball courts, through some meteorological phenomena, have turned to ice -- and it is very, very skater-friendly. We played hockey last gloaming and was likely the grandest gloaming, ever -- or at least for some time.
It is a poor time for such inexplicable beatitudes, for exams are nigh. I tapped one today. As they say around here, I pwned that sucker. I wrote for a longevity and a half, which translated to like ten pages and my print is rather small. Essay exams are relatively splendid insofar as exams being splendid are concerned. The forthcoming multiple choice exams will be deathlike. I have a flippin' week off, then I write four exams in three days. What a daffy sched. May be my downfall.
Is there a connection between Belle & Sebastian's "She's Losing It" and Cat Stevens' "Sad Lisa"? Good question. I don't know.
By Jove! I am beat: the soul, the root, of beatific.