On A String

what was i to do? to be brutally beaten, to be killed perhaps, would not help my case. i looked steadily into the cruel gray eyes. they might have been granite for all the light and warmth of a human soul they contained. one may see the soul stir in some men's eyes, but his were bleak, and cold, and gray as the sea itself.

"well?"
"yes." i said.
"say 'yes, sir.' "
"yes, sir," i corrected.
"what is your name?"
"van weyden, sir."
"first name?"
"humphry, sir; humphry van weyden."
"age?"
"thrity-five, sir."
"that'll do. go to the cook and learn your duties."
and thus it was that i passed into a state of involuntary servitude to wolf larsen. he was stronger than i, that was all.

a few random thoughts:
i get to see family sometime this week!!!! that includes my nephew. *squeal*

i've been reading, writing {in various notebooks i always keep around} and taking pictures, it seem to keep me content but not fulfilled.

i'm soooo ready for the holiday festivities to begin!

the weather is nice out. its what i imagine england must feel like, rainy, very moist, lush, and biting.

i like it. its especially great picture weather.

i hope by tomorrow i'll have Keats running through my veins.

i'm currently submerged in jack london- sea wolf. so good.

i'm dreading january 14th like the plague.

i really want to learn how to play chess.

i wish coffee didn't get me so wired.

i'm done now.

-noni