Another Christmas Gone By

Hello Everyone.

I apologize for not writing in so long. Lifes been, well, distracting me lately. Carrie. I tried to call her on Saturday, to simply wish her a Merry Christmas, but she didn't answer her phone all day, I suspect because it was me calling. Thank you to everyone who has had such kind words, and good advise for me lately. I've really needed it.

I spent the holidays alone. I guess I just didn't feel like seeing anyone, so I woke up late (it's always nice to sleep in) and opened the gift package my mom mails me every year. It was pretty nice, some random stuff. The LOTR Return of the King extended version (I now have all three, and at some point, I want to watch them all back to back to back. 11 hours of movie. That's a lot), some new socks (I know, how cliche is that) a travel nail grooming kit, some cd's I wanted (Ben Harper, Radiohead, etc.), and a ton of candy. So I ate a bunch of junk food, watched my movie, and all around sulked most of the day. There was a little bit of light snow, but not much has fallen here in Minnesota. I heard it snowed in New Mexico! That's crazy! I don't know much about Global Warming, but that's definitely weird. It's warmed up significantly this week though, so that was nice. Then, in the evening, I made myself a nice dinner (Totino's Pizza) and started reading a couple of books I'd been meaning to. Namely, "Ender's Game" by Orson Scott Card (I've heard great things about it), Book 1 of the Dark Tower series by Steven King (also quite good. I'm actually going to reread the entire series), and of course, the mystery book.

I wonder if any of you could help me. I still haven't figured out what this book is, but it's definitely interesting. It has a lot of hebrew and chinease(?) mixed in, and I don't understand either language. I'm going to have to get some dictionaries or something so I can figure out what the book is even talking about. It keeps refering to something called Behalah. I have no idea waht that is, but whatever it is, it's big and powerful, at least, according to this book it is. There's a neat poem written in it though:

Before the ages of the dark blooded ones
Before men and beast walked this plane
It heard the call from the great Abyss
It passed from it's etherial homestead
The slow decay of all things here began
The shadow of it's wrath now alive
I ask to hear it's voice and see its glorious, violent, inspired conception

Beast of the earth, of fire and of thunder
Beast of the cleansing storm of rage
To heal the earth from the plague of mankind
To cast of the burden of these vile dead mouths
Some lasting terror shall be wrought in this place
Some tacit, vile, and horrific beauty
Hatred hungers for the name of the one who shall come wreathed in death

Become my lord, my god, the great I AM
Become the vessel of power and destruction
In hatred build up the unholy land of our fathers
In hatred tear down the god fearing weak
Can cloth and skin and teeth and flesh prevail?
Can fractured eyes behold the glory of BEHALAH?
In the shadowy unkown this beast shall make its mark upon this last world.


Anyway, chin up, and one foot in front of the other. That's what I always tell myself when things are miserable. I just miss her so much. Well, I hope you are all doing well. Until later.