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Name: Robert
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Birthday: 5/7/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: I like liking things and enjoy enjoying stuff.
Expertise: I like to think of myself as a "jack of all trades" unfortunately it seems to be true of me that I'm also "master of none"... :-P
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Trebor VII
Member Since:
5/21/2004
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| Planning on trouble So, I'm pretty sure that today is going to be
a rough day. First of all I haven't really taken a full dose of
my meds in a month or so. Second a had a late night. Third,
and finally, I'm up at 8:30 to go have breakfast and spend the day in
the library reading for my seminar next weekend. I've still got
three-and-a-half books to go, along with a couple of assignments.
I'm hoping that I can get enough of the reading done that I can take a
nap before I try to have fun this evening. Overall, I think I've
been doing better without my meds... It seems that I've only been
falling asleep once a day, sometimes, if I try to go all day without a
nap. My cataplexy really hasn't been giving me much trouble--the
occasional swimmy head feeling, but not really much more than that, and
that surprises me because I ususally have more trouble with cataplexy
when I don't take my meds. I also think--think--that
I'm not waking up as much during the night. If that is true then
I'm edging closer to a full-night's sleep!! But lets not get too
excited...
I got talked into downloading Skype the other day. For those of you who have it and I like you  look me up: Trebor_VII!
Oh! OH! My dorm room is muuuuch warmer--at least on my side and
I can't feel the wind anymore if it's blowing outside... Know how
I did it? I put weather stripping around my window.
Yeah! It's that easy! I may not even put the plastic up
like I was planning! We still need to get something together for
James to help with the draft around the A/C, though. Don't worry,
I'm working on it... That means I'm thinking about it. I think
I've got an idea that'll work, but I don't have the time to make the
contraption. If you're reading this, live on campus, can knit or
crochet (probably knit would be preferable), and have some spare
time--give me a call and I'll tell you my idea! Maybe then you
can have a warmer room and tell me if it works!
Last thing before I run to breakfast (don't
worry, mom, I won't literally be running... the way they clear snow/ice
(mostly ice) that would mean that I'd be "broken fast" eh? eh?? ...
ah... ). I'm
thinking about using my Xanga here to spotlight some of my
friends. I don't write much, nor do I have much to write
about. This way I figure I can introduce you all to some of the
important people in my life right now, and through that I should be
able to give you a a fuller picture of my life and experience here at
OCC!
I love you all and good day!
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| A Semester BeginsPlease make sure your seat-backs and tray-tables are in their full, upright, and locked positions because...
HERE...
WE...
GOOOOOO!!!
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| Where are we, this night? Where do we find ourselves?
Physically:
I'm at home. In my brother's room. He's not home, and this
is where I'm staying. My own room has... issues.
Spiritually: I'm doin' just fine, I guess. (Which, yes, I realize, probably means "not all that great.")
Emotionally: Psh! I dunno... complacent, I suppose.
So, where do I find myself?
I'm awake at 3:30, for some odd reason.
It seems that my poor stomach isn't enjoying mom's home cooking in the
same way that my tastebuds dance dance with it. What one finds
harmonious and melodic, the other perceives as a cacophony of
evil... I've begun reading a book for my winter class. I've
had the opportunity to listen to several sermons since I've been
home. Most of them OCC Chapel sermons from fall 2004--my first
semester there. Currently, I've just eaten two slices of lightly
jellied toast, hoping they would help settle my stomach. (I think
they have a little.) I've got a few minutes left in Doug Marks'
sermon: "A Compelling God: Redeemer" and I recommend it.
So here I am, rather mediocrely, wondering...
thinking... imagining... regretting... dreaming... Where do I go
from here? I've asked a couple people on AIM this question (more
or less) and their answers have brought me both comfort and
strife. I am comforted, as it seems my friends have plans for the
future. They have hopes; dreams. They are going somewhere,
and they are doing something. I am sticken, you see, because it
seems to me that I do not... have plans for the future. Hopes and
dreams; going somewhere and doing something all seem beyond me.
Just out of reach.
And I sit here, awake at 3:45... I've been awake
for nearly an hour now. Does anybody look to me? Should
anybody? I can think of one person--maybe two, but I won't be
seeing either one at school anymore. They've both moved away to
finish their educations elsewhere, and may God bless them on their
journeys. I want people to look to me, but I don't know why they
should. I'm a rather quiet type, I suppose. I don't spend a
lot of time "out there" in front of people, in the limelight, putting
on a show. And I guess my existence is just that:
existence. People can exist on their own, they don't need to look
to me for that. Do I have something that other men don't?
Yes, technically. Yes. But is there anything compelling
about me, that should draw men, that I might impart some spiritualy
gift to them--that we might be mutually encouraged by one another's
faith? Or that they might hear of something--someOne to have
faith in.
I don't know... I'm tired. It's late--or early. And I'm still left wondering: God, where am I, and where do we go from here?
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| Parents' Day 2006Mom, since you aren't able to be here today for Parents' Day I thought
that, while other moms are checking out their sons' living quarters, I
might give you a succinct virtual tour.
First of all, the hall on my floor. This is 2nd floor, as decorated for Christmas and probably mostly for Parents' Day:
You would walk from the lobby, through the door located in the center
of the picture and down to our room, where you would meet Justin:
"Hi, Justin!" As you turn and enter our room you'd see his side
of the room first, but only shortly thereafter the exterior wall:
You might come in and look around, revealing the door and hall-ward side of the room:
And, well, that's really about all there is! I'll work on getting
something put together for you with the pictures from Thanksgiving.
I love you, momma, and I'll see you in a couple weeks!
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