Thursday, October 22, 2009
Great Disappointment.
Today I shall talk about the great disappointment, a sub-story of a boy seeking the Holy Grail, the sacred Sangreal.
I could not describe that moment, when I sat, stoned , in the vast stone medieval library. I thought I had finally found the clue, the last key to another set of clues that would eventually lead to the Grail, as the ancient documents hinted. It was just another pitfall in the long arduous route set up by the Prieuré de Sion. I thought I had it, the last number. All the clues seemed to point at the number 61, and to my elation my calculations showed that it fit the criteria for it to be the Holy Number. Its results with my formula was between 75 to 95, and was a rational number that has endless decimal places in decimal form.
After all the elation, the mental celebration, I saw, with the aid of a study glass, that the peculiar full stop beside the was in fact a minute "-13" discreetly marked out, undoubtedly by the Prieuré de Sion.
The sinking feeling almost overwhelmed me. I thought I heard Mary Magdalene's muffled laughter. And I felt stupid getting excited over a number when I had not checked it thoroughly.
Haha. I wasnt Disappointed over my marks, but the blow I received when the truth dawned me.
Goddamnit.
Nevermind as Deany Boy said I already did well.
Hm.
Tomorrow would be the gayest moment of my life. I would be wearing HOT PINK for the Cambodia thingy== damn.
Anw tonight gonna sleep early. bye~ teehee.
