Well. For those of you who are interested in Garden State, one of the best movies made in 2004, it's being released on DVD on December 28th. I'm very excited! I restrained myself from only seeing the film in the theatres twice.... though I would have liked to have gone more.... I wanted to save my pennies, so that I would be able to purchase the film once it was released. You can pre-order the DVD @ http://www2.foxstore.com/detail.html?item=1341 Though I have not pre-ordered it, I do intend on buying a copy once I return, funds permitting.
Additionally, if you enjoyed the film and don't know about it, Zach Braff has a blog, which he updates regularly. You can check it out at http://gardenstate.typepad.com/ He's very talented and I look forward to what he is going to produce. There seem to be a handful of new young artists in film.....
Richard Kelly, the writer and director of Donnie Darko, is finishing a film called Southland Tales, which he wrote and directed as well. I look forward to seeing the new film, as I enjoyed Donnie Darko.... though there are some things I'm sure I have yet to comprehend. I am quite impressed with the film, considering Richard Kelly is only only 29 years of age... and hasn't done a lot of films..... can' wait for what's to come.
Another movie out on DVD is Napoleon Dynamite. I have not yet seen this highly talked about comedy, but look forward to renting it soon. Supposedly, it is quite hilarious and enjoyed by it's watchers many times over. So, if you are in the mood for a good laugh, check it out... and let me know what you think.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
mY nAmE Is sAm
For anyone who loves animals, please read the story below... and those who don't care, you should!
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After I was discharged from the Navy, Jim and I moved back to Detroit to use our GI bill benefits to get some schooling. Jim was going for a degree in Electronics and I, after much debating, decided to get mine in Computer Science.
One of the classes that was a requirement was Speech. Like many people, I had no fondness for getting up in front of people for any reason, let alone to be the center of attention as I stuttered my way through some unfamiliar subject. But I couldn't get out of the requirement, and so I found myself in my last semester before graduation with Speech as one of my classes. On the first day of class our professor explained to us that he was going to leave the subject matter of our talks up to us, but he was going to provide the motivation of the speech. We would be responsible for six speeches, each with a different motivation. For instance our first speech's purpose was to inform. He advised us to pick subjects that we were interested in and knowledgeable about. I decided to center my six speeches around animals, especially dogs.
For my first speech to inform, I talked about the equestrian art of dressage. For my speech to demonstrate, I brought my German Shepherd, Bodger, to class and demonstrated obedience commands. Finally the semester was almost over and I had but one more speech to give. This speech was to take the place of a written final exam and was to count for fifty per cent of our grade. The speeches motivation was to persuade.
After agonizing over a subject matter, and keeping with my animal theme, I decided on the topic of spaying and neutering pets. My goal was to try to persuade my classmates to neuter their pets. So I started researching the topic. There was plenty of material, articles that told of the millions of dogs and cats that were euthanized every year, of supposedly beloved pets that were turned in to various animal control facilities for the lamest of reasons, or worse, dropped off far from home, bewildered and scared. Death was usually a blessing.
The final speech was looming closer, but I felt well prepared. My notes were full of facts and statistics that I felt sure would motivate even the most naive of pet owners to succumb to my plea.
A couple of days before our speeches were due, I had the bright idea of going to the local branch of the Humane Society and borrowing a puppy to use as a sort of a visual aid. I called the Humane Society and explained what I wanted. They were very happy to accommodate me. I made arrangements to pick up a puppy the day before my speech.
The day before my speech, I went to pick up the puppy. I was feeling very confident. I could quote all the statistics and numbers without ever looking at my notes. The puppy, I felt, would add the final emotional touch.
When I arrived at the Humane Society I was met by a young guy named Ron. He explained that he was the public relations person for the Humane Society. He was very excited about my speech and asked if I would like a tour of the facilities before I picked up the puppy. I enthusiastically agreed. We started out in the reception area, which was the general public's initial encounter with the Humane Society.
The lobby was full, mostly with people dropping off various animals that they no longer wanted. Ron explained to me that this branch of the Humane Society took in about fifty animals a day and adopted out only about twenty.
As we stood there I heard snatches of conversation: "I can't keep him, he digs holes in my garden." "They are such cute puppies, I know you will have no trouble finding homes for them." "She is wild, I can't control her."
I heard one of Humane Society's volunteer explain to the lady with the litter of puppies that the Society was filled with puppies and that these puppies, being black, would immediately be put to sleep. Black puppies, she explained, had little chance of being adopted. The woman who brought the puppies in just shrugged, "I can't help it," she whined. "They are getting too big. I don't have room for them." We left the reception area. Ron led me into the staging area where all the incoming animals were evaluated for adoptability. Over half never even made it to the adoption center.
There were just too many. Not only were people bringing in their own animals, but strays were also dropped off. By law the Humane Society had to hold a stray for three days. If the animal was not claimed by then, it was euthanized, since there was no background information on the animal. There were already too many animals that had a known history eagerly provided by their soon to be ex-owners. As we went through the different areas, I felt more and more depressed. No amount of statistics, could take the place of seeing the reality of what this throwaway attitude did to the living, breathing animal. It was overwhelming. Finally Ron stopped in front of a closed door. "That's it," he said, "except for this."
I read the sign on the door. "Euthanasia Area." "Do you want to see one?" he asked. Before I could decline, he interjected, "You really should. You can't tell the whole story unless you experience the end." I reluctantly agreed. "Good." He said, "I already cleared it and Peggy is expecting you." He knocked firmly on the door. A middle-aged woman in a white lab coat opened it immediately. "Here's the girl I was telling you about," Ron explained. Peggy looked me over. "Well, I'll leave you here with Peggy and meet you in the reception area in about fifteen minutes. I'll have the puppy ready." With that Ron departed, leaving me standing in front of the stern-looking Peggy. Peggy motioned me in. As I walked into the room, I gave an audible gasp. The room was small and spartan. There were a couple of cages on the wall and a cabinet with syringes and vials of a clear liquid. In the middle of the room was an examining table with a rubber mat on top. There were two doors other than the one I had entered. Both were closed. One said to incinerator room, and the other had no sign, but I could hear various animals' noises coming from behind the closed door. In the back of the room, near the door that was marked incinerator were the objects that caused my distress: two wheelbarrows, filled with the bodies of dead kittens and puppies. I stared in horror. Nothing had prepared me for this. I felt my legs grow weak and my breathing become rapid and shallow. I wanted to run from that room, screaming. Peggy seemed not to notice my state of shock. She started talking about the euthanasia process, but I wasn't hearing her. I could not tear my gaze away from the wheelbarrows and those dozens of pathetic little bodies.
Finally, Peggy seemed to notice that I was not paying attention to her. "Are you listening?" she asked irritably. "I'm only going to go through this once." I tore my gaze from the back of the room and looked at her. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out, so I nodded. She told me that behind the unmarked door were the animals that were scheduled for euthanasia that day. She picked up a chart that was hanging from the wall. "One fifty-three is next," she said as she looked at the chart. "I'll go get him." She laid down the chart on the examining table and started for the unmarked door. Before she got to the door she stopped and turned around. "You aren't going
to get hysterical, are you?" she asked, "Because that will only upset the animals." I shook my head. I had not said a word since I walked into that room. I still felt unsure if I would be able to without breaking down into tears. As Peggy opened the unmarked door I peered into the room beyond. It was a small room, but the walls were lined and stacked with cages. It looked like they were all occupied. Peggy opened the door of one of the lower cages and removed the occupant. From what I could see it looked like a medium-sized dog. She attached a leash and ushered the dog into the room in which I stood.
As Peggy brought the dog into the room I could see that the dog was no more than a puppy, maybe five or six months old. The pup looked to be a cross between a Lab and a German shepherd. He was mostly black, with a small amount of tan above his eyes and on his feet. He was very excited and bouncing up and down, trying to sniff everything in this new environment. Peggy lifted the pup onto the table. She had a card in her hand, which she laid on the table next to me. I read the card. It said that number one fifty-three was a mixed Shepherd, six months old. He was surrendered two days ago by a family. Reason of surrender was given as "jumps on children." At the bottom was a note that said "Name: Sam."
Peggy was quick and efficient, from lots of practice, I guessed. She lay one fifty-three down on his side and tied a rubber tourniquet around his front leg. She turned to fill the syringe from the vial of clear liquid.
All this time I was standing at the head of the table. I could see the moment that one fifty-three went from a curious puppy to a terrified puppy. He did not like being held down and he started to struggle. It was then that I finally found my voice. I bent over the struggling puppy and whispered, "Sam. Your name is Sam." At the sound of his name Sam quit struggling. He wagged his tail tentatively and his soft pink tongue darted out and licked my hand. And that is how he spent his last moment. I watched his eyes fade from hopefulness to nothingness. It was over very quickly. I had never even seen Peggy give the lethal shot. The tears could not be contained any longer. I kept my head down
so as not to embarrass myself in front of the stoic Peggy. My tears fell onto the still body on the table. "Now you know," Peggy said softly. Then she turned away. "Ron will be waiting for you."
I left the room. Although it seemed like it had been hours, only fifteen minutes had gone by since Ron had left me at the door. I made my way back to the reception area. True to his word, Ron had the puppy all ready to go. After giving me some instructions about what to feed the puppy, he handed the carrying cage over to me and wished me good luck on my speech. That night I went home and spent many hours playing with the orphan puppy. I went to bed that night but I could not sleep. After a while I got up and looked at my speech notes with their numbers and statistics. Without a second thought, I tore them up and threw them away. I went back to bed. Sometime during the night I finally fell asleep.
The next morning I arrived at my Speech class with Puppy Doe. When my turn came, I held the puppy in my arms, I took a deep breath, and I told the class about the life and death of Sam. When I finished my speech I became aware that I was crying. I apologized to the class and took my seat. After class the teacher handed out a critique with our grades. I got an "A." His comments said "Very moving and persuasive."
Two days later, on the last day of class, one of my classmates came up to me. She was an older lady that I had never spoken to in class. She stopped me on our way out of the classroom. "I want you to know that I adopted the puppy you brought to class," she said.
"His name is Sam."
by Chris Benton
Please Spay or Neuter your pet. Don't let pet cats wander outside. It may seem cruel to some people to keep them inside, but it is too dangerous for their health and just adds to the cat population problems.
"Don't breed what you don't need" - don't buy animals from pet stores or breeders - there are plenty of wonderful animals in shelters and rescues in need of good homes.
Don't give up your animals for stupid reasons - once you adopt them, they are your responsibility. Have the compassion to provide the animal with a good, loving home for as long as you possibly can.
Treat your animals with the same care and understanding that you would want others to show you. They deserve it.
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After I was discharged from the Navy, Jim and I moved back to Detroit to use our GI bill benefits to get some schooling. Jim was going for a degree in Electronics and I, after much debating, decided to get mine in Computer Science.
One of the classes that was a requirement was Speech. Like many people, I had no fondness for getting up in front of people for any reason, let alone to be the center of attention as I stuttered my way through some unfamiliar subject. But I couldn't get out of the requirement, and so I found myself in my last semester before graduation with Speech as one of my classes. On the first day of class our professor explained to us that he was going to leave the subject matter of our talks up to us, but he was going to provide the motivation of the speech. We would be responsible for six speeches, each with a different motivation. For instance our first speech's purpose was to inform. He advised us to pick subjects that we were interested in and knowledgeable about. I decided to center my six speeches around animals, especially dogs.
For my first speech to inform, I talked about the equestrian art of dressage. For my speech to demonstrate, I brought my German Shepherd, Bodger, to class and demonstrated obedience commands. Finally the semester was almost over and I had but one more speech to give. This speech was to take the place of a written final exam and was to count for fifty per cent of our grade. The speeches motivation was to persuade.
After agonizing over a subject matter, and keeping with my animal theme, I decided on the topic of spaying and neutering pets. My goal was to try to persuade my classmates to neuter their pets. So I started researching the topic. There was plenty of material, articles that told of the millions of dogs and cats that were euthanized every year, of supposedly beloved pets that were turned in to various animal control facilities for the lamest of reasons, or worse, dropped off far from home, bewildered and scared. Death was usually a blessing.
The final speech was looming closer, but I felt well prepared. My notes were full of facts and statistics that I felt sure would motivate even the most naive of pet owners to succumb to my plea.
A couple of days before our speeches were due, I had the bright idea of going to the local branch of the Humane Society and borrowing a puppy to use as a sort of a visual aid. I called the Humane Society and explained what I wanted. They were very happy to accommodate me. I made arrangements to pick up a puppy the day before my speech.
The day before my speech, I went to pick up the puppy. I was feeling very confident. I could quote all the statistics and numbers without ever looking at my notes. The puppy, I felt, would add the final emotional touch.
When I arrived at the Humane Society I was met by a young guy named Ron. He explained that he was the public relations person for the Humane Society. He was very excited about my speech and asked if I would like a tour of the facilities before I picked up the puppy. I enthusiastically agreed. We started out in the reception area, which was the general public's initial encounter with the Humane Society.
The lobby was full, mostly with people dropping off various animals that they no longer wanted. Ron explained to me that this branch of the Humane Society took in about fifty animals a day and adopted out only about twenty.
As we stood there I heard snatches of conversation: "I can't keep him, he digs holes in my garden." "They are such cute puppies, I know you will have no trouble finding homes for them." "She is wild, I can't control her."
I heard one of Humane Society's volunteer explain to the lady with the litter of puppies that the Society was filled with puppies and that these puppies, being black, would immediately be put to sleep. Black puppies, she explained, had little chance of being adopted. The woman who brought the puppies in just shrugged, "I can't help it," she whined. "They are getting too big. I don't have room for them." We left the reception area. Ron led me into the staging area where all the incoming animals were evaluated for adoptability. Over half never even made it to the adoption center.
There were just too many. Not only were people bringing in their own animals, but strays were also dropped off. By law the Humane Society had to hold a stray for three days. If the animal was not claimed by then, it was euthanized, since there was no background information on the animal. There were already too many animals that had a known history eagerly provided by their soon to be ex-owners. As we went through the different areas, I felt more and more depressed. No amount of statistics, could take the place of seeing the reality of what this throwaway attitude did to the living, breathing animal. It was overwhelming. Finally Ron stopped in front of a closed door. "That's it," he said, "except for this."
I read the sign on the door. "Euthanasia Area." "Do you want to see one?" he asked. Before I could decline, he interjected, "You really should. You can't tell the whole story unless you experience the end." I reluctantly agreed. "Good." He said, "I already cleared it and Peggy is expecting you." He knocked firmly on the door. A middle-aged woman in a white lab coat opened it immediately. "Here's the girl I was telling you about," Ron explained. Peggy looked me over. "Well, I'll leave you here with Peggy and meet you in the reception area in about fifteen minutes. I'll have the puppy ready." With that Ron departed, leaving me standing in front of the stern-looking Peggy. Peggy motioned me in. As I walked into the room, I gave an audible gasp. The room was small and spartan. There were a couple of cages on the wall and a cabinet with syringes and vials of a clear liquid. In the middle of the room was an examining table with a rubber mat on top. There were two doors other than the one I had entered. Both were closed. One said to incinerator room, and the other had no sign, but I could hear various animals' noises coming from behind the closed door. In the back of the room, near the door that was marked incinerator were the objects that caused my distress: two wheelbarrows, filled with the bodies of dead kittens and puppies. I stared in horror. Nothing had prepared me for this. I felt my legs grow weak and my breathing become rapid and shallow. I wanted to run from that room, screaming. Peggy seemed not to notice my state of shock. She started talking about the euthanasia process, but I wasn't hearing her. I could not tear my gaze away from the wheelbarrows and those dozens of pathetic little bodies.
Finally, Peggy seemed to notice that I was not paying attention to her. "Are you listening?" she asked irritably. "I'm only going to go through this once." I tore my gaze from the back of the room and looked at her. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out, so I nodded. She told me that behind the unmarked door were the animals that were scheduled for euthanasia that day. She picked up a chart that was hanging from the wall. "One fifty-three is next," she said as she looked at the chart. "I'll go get him." She laid down the chart on the examining table and started for the unmarked door. Before she got to the door she stopped and turned around. "You aren't going
to get hysterical, are you?" she asked, "Because that will only upset the animals." I shook my head. I had not said a word since I walked into that room. I still felt unsure if I would be able to without breaking down into tears. As Peggy opened the unmarked door I peered into the room beyond. It was a small room, but the walls were lined and stacked with cages. It looked like they were all occupied. Peggy opened the door of one of the lower cages and removed the occupant. From what I could see it looked like a medium-sized dog. She attached a leash and ushered the dog into the room in which I stood.
As Peggy brought the dog into the room I could see that the dog was no more than a puppy, maybe five or six months old. The pup looked to be a cross between a Lab and a German shepherd. He was mostly black, with a small amount of tan above his eyes and on his feet. He was very excited and bouncing up and down, trying to sniff everything in this new environment. Peggy lifted the pup onto the table. She had a card in her hand, which she laid on the table next to me. I read the card. It said that number one fifty-three was a mixed Shepherd, six months old. He was surrendered two days ago by a family. Reason of surrender was given as "jumps on children." At the bottom was a note that said "Name: Sam."
Peggy was quick and efficient, from lots of practice, I guessed. She lay one fifty-three down on his side and tied a rubber tourniquet around his front leg. She turned to fill the syringe from the vial of clear liquid.
All this time I was standing at the head of the table. I could see the moment that one fifty-three went from a curious puppy to a terrified puppy. He did not like being held down and he started to struggle. It was then that I finally found my voice. I bent over the struggling puppy and whispered, "Sam. Your name is Sam." At the sound of his name Sam quit struggling. He wagged his tail tentatively and his soft pink tongue darted out and licked my hand. And that is how he spent his last moment. I watched his eyes fade from hopefulness to nothingness. It was over very quickly. I had never even seen Peggy give the lethal shot. The tears could not be contained any longer. I kept my head down
so as not to embarrass myself in front of the stoic Peggy. My tears fell onto the still body on the table. "Now you know," Peggy said softly. Then she turned away. "Ron will be waiting for you."
I left the room. Although it seemed like it had been hours, only fifteen minutes had gone by since Ron had left me at the door. I made my way back to the reception area. True to his word, Ron had the puppy all ready to go. After giving me some instructions about what to feed the puppy, he handed the carrying cage over to me and wished me good luck on my speech. That night I went home and spent many hours playing with the orphan puppy. I went to bed that night but I could not sleep. After a while I got up and looked at my speech notes with their numbers and statistics. Without a second thought, I tore them up and threw them away. I went back to bed. Sometime during the night I finally fell asleep.
The next morning I arrived at my Speech class with Puppy Doe. When my turn came, I held the puppy in my arms, I took a deep breath, and I told the class about the life and death of Sam. When I finished my speech I became aware that I was crying. I apologized to the class and took my seat. After class the teacher handed out a critique with our grades. I got an "A." His comments said "Very moving and persuasive."
Two days later, on the last day of class, one of my classmates came up to me. She was an older lady that I had never spoken to in class. She stopped me on our way out of the classroom. "I want you to know that I adopted the puppy you brought to class," she said.
"His name is Sam."
by Chris Benton
Please Spay or Neuter your pet. Don't let pet cats wander outside. It may seem cruel to some people to keep them inside, but it is too dangerous for their health and just adds to the cat population problems.
"Don't breed what you don't need" - don't buy animals from pet stores or breeders - there are plenty of wonderful animals in shelters and rescues in need of good homes.
Don't give up your animals for stupid reasons - once you adopt them, they are your responsibility. Have the compassion to provide the animal with a good, loving home for as long as you possibly can.
Treat your animals with the same care and understanding that you would want others to show you. They deserve it.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
thIngs yOU mAy hAvE wAntEd tO knOw bUt wErE tOO AfrAId tO Ask: pArt 3
This is it folks.........
am I?
[x]ugly. depends
[x]pretty. depends
[x]ok. depends
[x]bored. never
[x]happy. I try to be
[ ]bilingual. I wish I could speak spanish fluently
[x]white. pretty much, except these d*mn freckles
[ ]Black
[]Mexican.
[ ]short.
[ ]medium.
[x]tall. depends on who I'm standing next to
[x]grounded. I used to be all the time, now it's become more of a challenge
[x]sick. in what way? why? what have you heard?
[x]lazy. I don't think so, but I guess sometimes
[ ]talking to someone. do the voices in my head count?
[x]IMing someone. yeah, snicker snicker
[ ]scared to die. no, I can't wait
[x]sleepy. uh huh
[ ]annoyed. not at the moment, check back in 5 minutes
[ ]on the phone.
[ ]in your room.
[x]drinking something. yum... coffee
[x]eating something. in a few minutes
[ ]in your pjs. nope at work
[x]ticklish. yeah
[x]listening to music. always
[ ]homophobic.
am I?
[x]ugly. depends
[x]pretty. depends
[x]ok. depends
[x]bored. never
[x]happy. I try to be
[ ]bilingual. I wish I could speak spanish fluently
[x]white. pretty much, except these d*mn freckles
[ ]Black
[]Mexican.
[ ]short.
[ ]medium.
[x]tall. depends on who I'm standing next to
[x]grounded. I used to be all the time, now it's become more of a challenge
[x]sick. in what way? why? what have you heard?
[x]lazy. I don't think so, but I guess sometimes
[ ]talking to someone. do the voices in my head count?
[x]IMing someone. yeah, snicker snicker
[ ]scared to die. no, I can't wait
[x]sleepy. uh huh
[ ]annoyed. not at the moment, check back in 5 minutes
[ ]on the phone.
[ ]in your room.
[x]drinking something. yum... coffee
[x]eating something. in a few minutes
[ ]in your pjs. nope at work
[x]ticklish. yeah
[x]listening to music. always
[ ]homophobic.
Well, below is my friend Michael Sico. For some reason, I could not post any text with the pix.... I dunno. Anyway, back to Michael. Michael currently lives in New Jersey but hopes to move to the city soon (NYC for those of you who do not know which city I am refering to). He is a very sweet, romantic, young gentlemen who graduated from the University of Florida with a Bachelor's Degree in Business. Though he would like to open a clothing or retail business someday, he is currently teaching our challenged youth and is also dabling with purchasing and selling real estate. Micheal is very close to his family, especially his mother and sister. When he is not working or in the gym, Michael spends his free time volunteering for various organizations and traveling. Though he is braving the cold weather now, Michael loves the warm south and hopes to be joining us down here soon. If you would like to get in touch with Michael, leave a comment.... he always likes to meet new people, especially beautiful females (pst.... he has a weakness for blondes).
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Friday, December 03, 2004
thIngs yOU mAy hAvE wAntEd tO knOw bUt wErE tOO AfrAId tO Ask: pArt 2
Next installment......
do I?
[ ]have a bf. no
[ ]have a gf. no
[x]have a crush. somethings never die
[x]have a dog. no, I have a large baboog (baboon face dog)
[x]have your own room. yup
[x]listen to rap. occasionally
[x]paint your nails. sometimes
[x]play a sport. not professionally but I loves to volley
[x]play more than one sport. I'm up for whatever
[ ]watch sports on tv. um... not so much
[x]have a fav. group/singer/artist. many
[x]have more than 1 best friend. I don't really think of it as best friends b/c then you could only have one, right?
[x]get good grades. I do ok
[x]play an instrument. I like to bang on stuff, just don't know if it's considered music
[ ] have slippers. nope
[x]wear boxers. sure
[ ]wear black eyeliner. ya never know
[x]like the color blue. yup yup
[xlike the color yellow. of course, it's the colour of the sun
[x]like to read.
[x]like to write.
[ ]have long hair. it's been in the mid to short range for awhile now
[x]have short hair.
[x]have a cell phone. yeah, I sold out
[x]have a laptop.
[ ]have a pager. used to, long long time ago
do I?
[ ]have a bf. no
[ ]have a gf. no
[x]have a crush. somethings never die
[x]have a dog. no, I have a large baboog (baboon face dog)
[x]have your own room. yup
[x]listen to rap. occasionally
[x]paint your nails. sometimes
[x]play a sport. not professionally but I loves to volley
[x]play more than one sport. I'm up for whatever
[ ]watch sports on tv. um... not so much
[x]have a fav. group/singer/artist. many
[x]have more than 1 best friend. I don't really think of it as best friends b/c then you could only have one, right?
[x]get good grades. I do ok
[x]play an instrument. I like to bang on stuff, just don't know if it's considered music
[ ] have slippers. nope
[x]wear boxers. sure
[ ]wear black eyeliner. ya never know
[x]like the color blue. yup yup
[xlike the color yellow. of course, it's the colour of the sun
[x]like to read.
[x]like to write.
[ ]have long hair. it's been in the mid to short range for awhile now
[x]have short hair.
[x]have a cell phone. yeah, I sold out
[x]have a laptop.
[ ]have a pager. used to, long long time ago
Thursday, December 02, 2004
cOntrAdIctIOns
As the daylight hours become shorter.... I seem to be turning more introspective. Perhaps it's not the time of year but previous events but I seem to be needing some quiet time. Strangely enough I am yearning for company and wanting to surround myself with activity. It seems there are many contradictions in my life presently, including relationships. New found free time is wonderful but I also have tons to do; I don't understand! Why is life so confusing. Sometimes, I feel I make it confusing and other times I feel I'm just a character in a play with no control over who is directing.
Well, I have purchased a tix for California. I'm leaving on December 23rd and will be back on January 1st. It will be nice to finallly get out there, since I've been wanting to visit for awhile now. Richard and I will be traveling together and we'll be staying in San Francisco and Santa Barbara. Our friend Erik lives in San Fran, and Stu (my brother-in-law's brother, who is awesome!) lives in Santa Barbara. He's going to UCSB for marine science and has offered to show he around the campus and stuff. I emailed a proff there who's working on some interesting stuff.... so, who knows, I may not want to come back. It will also be great to see Erik. Erik is Alana's cousin, who used to live in Miami. We met a few years ago and hit it off well. It will be great to see him again, I always have a great time with him. Exploring California with Richard will be fun as well.
It's hard for me to justify traveling for pleasure. So, I have decided that the purpose of this trip to visit friends an explore possible colleges. We will overlook the fact that winter break is not the optimal time to visit schools ; }
Well, I have purchased a tix for California. I'm leaving on December 23rd and will be back on January 1st. It will be nice to finallly get out there, since I've been wanting to visit for awhile now. Richard and I will be traveling together and we'll be staying in San Francisco and Santa Barbara. Our friend Erik lives in San Fran, and Stu (my brother-in-law's brother, who is awesome!) lives in Santa Barbara. He's going to UCSB for marine science and has offered to show he around the campus and stuff. I emailed a proff there who's working on some interesting stuff.... so, who knows, I may not want to come back. It will also be great to see Erik. Erik is Alana's cousin, who used to live in Miami. We met a few years ago and hit it off well. It will be great to see him again, I always have a great time with him. Exploring California with Richard will be fun as well.
It's hard for me to justify traveling for pleasure. So, I have decided that the purpose of this trip to visit friends an explore possible colleges. We will overlook the fact that winter break is not the optimal time to visit schools ; }
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
thIngs yOU mAy hAvE wAntEd tO knOw bUt wErE tOO AfrAId tO Ask: pArt 1
Here's some info about me you may or may not have wanted to know, enjoy!
have I?
[?]been drunk. some say so, but I dissagree
[x ]smoked pot. surprise surprise
[x]kissed a member of the opposite sex. Oh yeah
[x]rode in a taxi.
[x]been dumped. Does being dropped count?
[x]shoplifted. yup
[x]been fired. yup
[x]had a job. I've been bustin my *ss since I was 14, man!
[ ]been in a fist fight. no, I'm don't like fighting
[x]snuck out. All I have to say is: clu clump clu clump....'wait up guys'
[ ]been arrested.
[x]stole something from your job. I think of it more as a benefit of the job
[ ]celebrated new years in times square. not yet
[ ]went on a blind date.
[x]smoked a cigarette. yeah, and they're disgusting, I don't understand why people do it!
[x]gone on an airplane by yourself. yup
[x]broken a bone. do toes count?
[ ]had sex in a car. No, but there's always more time.
[x]white lied to a friend.
[x]went swimming in your bathtub.
[x]had a crush on a teacher. Massive crush on a TA, 2 in fact
[ ]celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans.
[x]been to europe. Yup
[x]made out in a movie theater. but of course
[x]taken caffeine pills. I prefer coffee
[ ] been to disney land.
[x] had a crush on someone you hardly knew. oh yeah... how well do we know anyone, really?
[x] been to california.
[x ]been skinny dipping.
[x]regretted something. i wish not
[x ]peed on someones lawn.
[x]skipped school. Yup
[ ]thrown up from drinking.
[x ]lost a parent. yes
[ x]kissed a member of the same sex.
[ x]had sex with a boy. pst...but you didn't hear it from me
[x ]had sex with a girl. not yet, but there's still time
[x]been in a car accident. what me..... no
[ ]partied for days and days straight.
[x]had a family member die. yup
[x]played 'clue'. ....just a few times
[x]had a sleepover party. all the time... wait how many people does it take to make it a party?
[x]went ice skating. Yup
[ ]dropped x. broke up with them, dropped no
[ ]been cheated on. not to my knowledge
[x]had a boyfriend/girlfriend.
[ ] had a 3some. not yet
[]had a sweet sixteen.
[x ]had/have a car. a few
[x]drove.
[ ]had sex on a roof, with your friends unknowingly watching? not yet
Phew.... ok, you better leave some comments!!
This survey is complements of Danielle Graham... hope ya don't mind me using it!!
have I?
[?]been drunk. some say so, but I dissagree
[x ]smoked pot. surprise surprise
[x]kissed a member of the opposite sex. Oh yeah
[x]rode in a taxi.
[x]been dumped. Does being dropped count?
[x]shoplifted. yup
[x]been fired. yup
[x]had a job. I've been bustin my *ss since I was 14, man!
[ ]been in a fist fight. no, I'm don't like fighting
[x]snuck out. All I have to say is: clu clump clu clump....'wait up guys'
[ ]been arrested.
[x]stole something from your job. I think of it more as a benefit of the job
[ ]celebrated new years in times square. not yet
[ ]went on a blind date.
[x]smoked a cigarette. yeah, and they're disgusting, I don't understand why people do it!
[x]gone on an airplane by yourself. yup
[x]broken a bone. do toes count?
[ ]had sex in a car. No, but there's always more time.
[x]white lied to a friend.
[x]went swimming in your bathtub.
[x]had a crush on a teacher. Massive crush on a TA, 2 in fact
[ ]celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans.
[x]been to europe. Yup
[x]made out in a movie theater. but of course
[x]taken caffeine pills. I prefer coffee
[ ] been to disney land.
[x] had a crush on someone you hardly knew. oh yeah... how well do we know anyone, really?
[x] been to california.
[x ]been skinny dipping.
[x]regretted something. i wish not
[x ]peed on someones lawn.
[x]skipped school. Yup
[ ]thrown up from drinking.
[x ]lost a parent. yes
[ x]kissed a member of the same sex.
[ x]had sex with a boy. pst...but you didn't hear it from me
[x ]had sex with a girl. not yet, but there's still time
[x]been in a car accident. what me..... no
[ ]partied for days and days straight.
[x]had a family member die. yup
[x]played 'clue'. ....just a few times
[x]had a sleepover party. all the time... wait how many people does it take to make it a party?
[x]went ice skating. Yup
[ ]dropped x. broke up with them, dropped no
[ ]been cheated on. not to my knowledge
[x]had a boyfriend/girlfriend.
[ ] had a 3some. not yet
[]had a sweet sixteen.
[x ]had/have a car. a few
[x]drove.
[ ]had sex on a roof, with your friends unknowingly watching? not yet
Phew.... ok, you better leave some comments!!
This survey is complements of Danielle Graham... hope ya don't mind me using it!!
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