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| hey, guess what? i'm going back to livejournal because i have no reason to stay on here. xanga bores me, and i get random people i don't know from judson checking it and thinking they know things about me, and it's not worth staying. this shouldn't be a drastic change for those of you who really read this.
enjoy your evening.
chris
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| oh hey, i'm on choir tour. thought you should know. so i'm sitting in the basement of my current host family's house in [horticon?] wisconsin, wondering why i'm still up using a stranger's computer. their names are linda and jim, who talked with us for upwards of a half hour, showed us around the house and fridge, and promptly turned in for the night at around 10. they seem like very nice people. that doesn't change the fact that i'm in their [son's?] room, who obviously isn't here, yet it looks lived in. the ps2's still on. the couple eagerly played us some apologetix attempting to break some ice or level with us, while jimmy and i performed spectacularly by not wincing or bursting out in laughter. from what i can tell they only listen to christian radio, they have an assortment of bb guns, and there's eleven empty liquor bottles in this bedroom. i'm not implying anything, i just find it fascinating how much can be learned by someone's house. what i'm getting at is this is a strange situation that i haven't ever been in, that i can think of. it's strange and weird and different, and i love it. granted, if i wasn't with jimmy [and, ironically, my newly appointed guitar teacher of entries past], i'd be a lot less inclined to enjoy it. but it's fun. still, i wish i was back at judson right now. i have people [read: a girlfriend] i miss a lot and want to be with. no, seriously. i've found out i'm a wuss that way. anyway, there's no avoiding the two remaining performances i've to put on tomorrow, followed by a lengthy form of fellowship at the churches we visit, packing, and driving back to school in the late evening. i'll make it through, it's not that hard. it's been fun though. yeah. by the way this is an amazing documentary. | | |
| welp, another friday. i know we only had three days of classes this week, but it still felt like a full one. i'm looking forward to the weekend.
fall break was great. i hung out here for two days and relaxed, then adam, zak and kat went home with me. we went to my old high school, which was awkward and stupid but somehow awesome with my friends from college... met up with deanna and hung out with her a lot, went downtown and farted around, saw across the universe which blew my mind [yes i was sober], and almost took a street sign [happy hollow] that was ironically stolen when we got there. *sigh* no cursive allusions for us, now. other stuff happened, i'll probably bring it up later.
i ended up playing for like twenty minutes at open mic last night. it didn't go nearly as well as i was planning--then again i didn't really care this time. i played a bunch of covers i knew in between bouts of dead air and a lack of good conversation with the audience, and i had adam and a guy i don't particularly care for up there playing along with me. there was even a cute little competition last night, where the act with the largest crowd response got a half hour opening act for a concert later this semester. i knew it was futile to think to win when i first heard about it, but it still pissed me off to be in it. nobody likes serious art, they like popular lower-classmen goofing off and parodying well-known pop radio singles. guess who won?
anyway, i've more or less given up on the scene here, but that doesn't mean i don't still get bummed out by it. i hate popularity contests. i hate never being appreciated.
..i hate whining too much.
k, i'm done for now.
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| i can't believe half the semester's gone by. every new year it goes by a little bit faster, and i can't seem to keep up. before i know it, it'll be christmas. new year's. spring break. the summer. what will i have done by then? what will progress? how much time will have been well worth spent?
i'm realizing how little patience i have with others who are just as depressed as i am, but still pretend everything's fine. of course, i want to be there and help them, but i'm disinclined to feel sympathetic when they deal with their anger like, well, my father. this is a new experience for me.
i'll be traveling home with three friends tomorrow, and staying for the next few days. i trust that whatever plans we end up making or not making, that we'll still entertain each other because we're all so cool. it's strange [and completely unrelated], but the last time i brought friends home my parents divorced a week later. one of my friends saw it coming before i did... maybe i was expecting home to be more of the same as when i left to observe what was happening. maybe i was too numb to care.
anyway, i hope it's a good time.
There is all this untouched beauty
The light the dark both running through me
Is there still redemption for anyone Changes come
Turn my world around
Changes come
Bring the whole thing down Jesus come
Turn the world around
Lay my burden down
Turn this world around
Bring the whole thing down
Bring it down | | |
| it's really nice to be walking outside and only hear the wind through the trees, and occasional traffic. no crickets, no mosquitoes buzzing in your face--it's a good time.
somehow my guitar lessons are getting better, almost fun. after the hellish introductory lesson, it seems he actually remembers who i am, and we're going more at my pace. who knows, i might learn something.
i got shafted into working last week [i got an email friday night], so chicago didn't happen. but this saturday looks to be an experience; i'll be bumming around belmont for five hours or so before the owen/kevin devine show. raye, i won't really be able to call you, but if you wanna hang out you should email me. we'll be hitting up a thrift store or two, reckless records, uncle fun, the alley... i'm looking forward to it.
lastly, newswise, i'm going on a choir tour two weeks from tomorrow. our first performance is friday at fellowship baptist in racine [!] at 6:30 i think. so if you're in the area and wanna see me, i'll be there for the night. i also arranged it so jimmy and i can crash at my actual house, instead of some random host family. i should probably email mom and ask her before she reads this. the next two days we're playing at three other churches in wisconsin and illinois, don't really know, don't really care. it should be fun.
that's pretty much it. normal stuff: homework sucks, going to classes suck, friendships are growing and increasing in number. i haven't had the time to sit in one place long enough to get in my usual despondent mood, so you'll have to wait a bit for another depressing psychological rant.
yep.
~c
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