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Name: Christopher
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Metro: Akron
Gender: Male
Interests: listening... travel... debating... being in love... enjoying good moments... planning great ones... world cultures... imagining... overusing ellipses... creating words... really, what about life ISN'T interesting?
Expertise: sarcasm... mythology... gaming... knowing at least one person everywhere... being a geek... meaningless trivia... ancient history...
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Yahoo:  toph513
Member Since:
8/25/2004
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| How odd - to live in a world where one can only fully see the truth in a situation after the situation is past. Even if we were told the answers to the big questions in our lives, I don't think we could see their truth. We're simply too close to our own lives to see the big picture. Add to that the times when we're told the truth, but we ignore it, for whatever reason. I think sometimes that, knowing that people are fallible, we hope that this is one of those times and refuse to see the obvious truth. All of this leaves little time to consider actual truth.
Yeah, I know...random and obscure.
So I've recently come to the conclusion that I try to do too much myself and then complete none of it. And then I feel bad. I think I need more people to keep me accountable. I'm taking applications.
I still need a job.
I just watched "Before Sunrise" for the first time. I know, I know...I'm a sub-literate barbarian for not having seen it before. Anyway, what a fantastic movie. Very seldom does a movie hit the "male-female communcation" nail as squarely on the head as this movie. If you haven't seen it, watch it. If you've seen it, buy it. If you own it, bravo. | | |
| Happy Birthday Dot!
We had a great time tonight at Bennigan's wishing Katie a happy 21st birthday. It was great to hang out with a large group of people and not feel too awkward...it's getting a little better since the last time I blogged, thank God.
Other than that, there's not too much to report, I'm afraid. I'm still looking for a job and feeling a little bit "in limbo." Over all, though, I'm still happier than ever and really excited about the future.
Oh...and if Danielle tells you what she got me for Christmas, PLEASE don't tell me...I want it to be a surprise, even if she's dying to tell me. Thanks. | | |
| So...livin' at the doctors' house. It's pretty great.
Two doctors from Akron Children's are moving into a new house and I'm watching their place until it sells (or I get a job that requires me to move).
Pros and Cons
The Pros: almost free (I just pay for the utilities I use and I mow a little)
it's a nice house in a beautiful neighborhood
The Cons: the house is in Copley
I could be kicked out whenever (the house sells)
But, all in all, it's been a rockin' good time. I really enjoy having a place to myself, and it makes me look forward to the time when I can finally have a place that I can do with what I wish. I'm a big fan of having my own space. But...one step at a time.
Danielle and I have been having an amazing week this week, and I thank God daily for that. Yet, even as we continue to grow closer, there are a few relationships that seem to be wasting away because of it. That's not to say that we're pushing people away...I know that can be a danger in relationships...because there are a good number of friends with whom we/she/I hang out with even more than before. So many people are so supportive and caring...it's been quite a blessing. It just seems like, especially in Danielle's case, a few relationships have been sadly lacking this year. It hurts me to know that it bothers her, and it makes me feel pretty bad about myself, as well...since I'm what's different this year. I guess that's the way life goes, but it's frustrating to think that friendships that seemed to be so strong in the past can wither away so quickly for whatever reason. It makes you wonder. And it makes me self-conscious and angry.
Anyway...Danielle's heading to Nashville this weekend with Annaliese, everyone keep them in your prayers as they make the trip down and back.
Oh...and...I need to find a job. Pray for that, too. | | |
| Sitting at work.
Bored bored bored bored...
Had a great conversation a day ago with my Mom all about life plans and how we both long for something more. Plus she helped with an idea for a murder mystery. She's really been supportive and nonjudgmental for...well, forever. What a great mother.
Ah...life plans and the future...how you're always on my thoughts these days...for so many reasons. And I'm not even scared or uncomfortable with these thoughts, although I've been reminded that as a guy I really "should" be.
Whatever. That's a load of Americanized crap. I choose to disbelieve that illusion.
It's no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. | | |
| Just got back from Emily and Jeff's wedding...very classy. It was really nice to see a bunch of people from Malone and LakeHS that I haven't seen for a good long time. On the same vein, it was really great to introduce Danielle to some of the people who help shape my life over the past few years. I think she enjoyed hearing some of the classic stories of the House of Slack's heyday. She's been after me recently to tell her about my time at Malone and this was an amazing way to give her an idea of how it went.
Here's to good memories, and the people who made them.
Here's to the future, and the people who make it promising.
Speaking of weddings, I had the misfortune of catching an episode of 7th Heaven two nights ago. I say misfortune because it's truly a bad show. Writing, what? Keep in mind my sister used to watch this show, and so I know much more about it than I am comfortable with sharing in mixed company. Not by choice.
What's the blonde kid's name? Am I seriously supposed to believe that he's some kind of rebel? He actually has a rep? For bad stuff? Right.
Here's a brillant plot for you: A twenty-something fireman loses a highly trained rescure dog and, instead of looking hard for it or owning up to it, he takes the advice of two 13 year olds and takes a look-alike dog from the pound and tries to pass it off as the same dog. The highly-trained search and rescue dog. The intelligent, tax-payer funded...y'know what, never mind.
How do you write this drivel? I can see the writers sitting around the table in the writer's room:
Writer1: Okay, we're not using the little girl and her friends much this episode...how can we get them involved?
Writer2: Oooooh, hey! I just saw this awesome episode of Full House! I love that Stephanie. "How rude!"
Writer1 & Writer2: Hahahahahahahahahaha!
And so you see how it's done.
Also, the mother. Who is this woman? If I see one more episode where one little thing happens and she nearly has a brain aneurysm...I mean REALLY. That character is a writer's dream. She has two emotions: crying and almost crying. There is so much conflict and conflict-resolution going on in this show, but no one ever sits her down and explains to her that if your children have to tiptoe around you so that you don't have a breakdown EVERY DAY, then you have a problem. I'm told the father (who was short-lived Commidore Decker? in Star Trek: The Motion Picture, by the way) recently suffered a nervous breakdown on the show. We're praying for you, preacher...we all know what the real reason was.
"And for single-handedly reducing a potentially strong female role to a clingy, high-maintenence blow to independent women everywhere...the award goes to: Mrs. Camden!"
Also: Lucy's awful husband (or husband-to-be in this episode). There are problems with Lucy's mother (duh)...he councils Lucy to talk to her about it (which we ALL knew was a bad idea from the start...see above). When the inevidible happened, and Lucy's mother flipped out (duh) he reminded her that she should have taken her mother's feelings into account. Where was that sage advice yesterday, smart guy?
Also: When Lucy asked "Why do I always have to fix things?" he has the gall to say "Because you kinda messed it up before."
...the hell? Who says that? Cretin.
And THEN he follows that nugget of brillance with the oh-so-charming: "...and also because I'm not one of those 'new guys' who wants to be involved in the wedding process...I just want to show up."
I...he...th...but...jackass!
How do these writers sleep at night?
More importantly: Where?
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