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Marth 17th, 2004
1. Orthodox Quaker (100%) 2. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (87%) 3. Seventh Day Adventist (85%) 4. Islam (82%) 5. Orthodox Judaism (82%) 6. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (81%) 7. Eastern Orthodox (72%) 8. Roman Catholic (72%) 9. Bahá'í Faith (71%) 10. Liberal Quakers (70%) 11. Reform Judaism (66%) 12. Sikhism (59%) 13. Unitarian Universalism (59%) 14. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (57%) 15. Jainism (57%) 16. Jehovah's Witness (52%) 17. Hinduism (50%) 18. Mahayana Buddhism (47%) 19. Theravada Buddhism (47%) 20. Neo-Pagan (41%) 21. New Age (39%) 22. Secular Humanism (38%) 23. Taoism (37%) 24. Nontheist (36%) 25. Scientology (31%) 26. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (27%) 27. New Thought (24% | July 28th, 2009
1. Orthodox Quaker (100%) 2. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (97%) 3. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (83%) 4. Liberal Quakers (80%) 5. Eastern Orthodox (80%) 6. Roman Catholic (80%) 7. Seventh Day Adventist (80%) 8. Unitarian Universalism (71%) 9. Baha'i Faith (69%) 10. Islam (65%) 11. Orthodox Judaism (65%) 12. Reform Judaism (63%) 13. Hinduism (54%) 14. Mahayana Buddhism (53%) 15. Jainism (52%) 16. Neo-Pagan (52%) 17. Theravada Buddhism (51%) 18. Sikhism (50%) 19. New Age (48%) 20. Secular Humanism (45%) 21. Scientology (43%) 22. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (40%) 23. Taoism (38%) 24. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (36%) 25. Jehovah's Witness (35%) 26. New Thought (33%) 27. Nontheist (29%) |
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Grandpa past away this morning at about 1 am. I have mixed feelings about this. I miss him. Although, he hasn't really directly affected my life in sometime. He was all very reserved and distant from most of the family. I have a few good memories of him, like when he sang and played his guitar for me, when told me about Vietnam, and when I taught him about the parts of a computer and how they worked. That last one is my favorite memory of all. I feel sad for Grandma. They were together for 58 years. I can't fathom that. They argued and fought even in their 80s, but they're love was so very deep. I hope to have that one day. Its not a big shock that he's gone. We've known he was sick for some time now and its better that he's passed now and isn't in pain any longer. Uncle Ron and Grandpa in the same year, Thanksgiving is going to seem strangely off. |
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May. 28th, 2009 @ 02:51 am
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Historically, we don't see the persecution of gays until the Late Fourth Century. Before then, homosexuality was common and marriage was legal for gay couples. When Christian Emperors took control of Rome, gay marriages became illegal, then the persecution of gays was allowed, finally homosexuality was illegalized. The trend swept the Europe. Sometimes, I wonder, what was it like for gays then? Did they see the storm on the horizon? Did they see what was coming? Did they hold each other tenderly as they watched the mobs come for them? Did they reach out to their community for support and assistance? Did they have a reprieve from the violence? I hope so.
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If you study science fiction enough, you learn that humanities greatest fears of extra terrestrials, is not that they are warlike or vengeful, but that they are so alien that it precludes out ability to interact, study and learn from one another. |
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May. 14th, 2009 @ 08:58 am
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A few weeks ago, I mailed you about my positive position toward H.R. 1913 and today I received your response. I would now like to respond to your response.
In your letter you place quotation marks around hate crime, like it’s not a real thing. It makes it seem imaginary or pretend. You say that all crimes are motivated by hate, but that's simply not true. Many crimes have nothing to do with hate. Such as someone stealing for food is a crime of need or someone killing their partner's lover is a crime of passion, but I see what you're saying. Hate is very ethereal so let’s call it something else. Let's try Bias Motivated Crime, now that sounds like something more easily defined. I find it odd that nowhere in your letter do you actually refer to who this bill pertains; gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people. Let me tell you there are lots of Bias Motivated Crimes against these people, thousands are year. I'd quote you the numbers of glbt people that are beaten, maimed or killed a year, but I'm sure you have those figures. I’m sure you know the story of the bills namesake. Many of these Bias Motivated Crimes happen in your state, in your city, to your constituency. I understand your point of view; why make more crimes when we can just better enforce the ones we have? I wish it was that simple. You don't mention that the bill would give Federal authorities the ability to peruse investigations when local authorities choose not to. Where I grew up, here in Kentucky, beating the crap out of the local faggot was just boys being boys according to the police. I can think of a few people who would've had a much better life if they could have seen some justice held against the perpetrators. Maybe a push by the FBI or someone else might have helped with that. Maybe by Congress passing this resolution it would send a message to those people that wish my kind harm that such actions will not be taken lightly. Maybe it would just help me sleep better at night knowing the America that I love is a little safer for the people I love.
I understand your point of view, that you’re an older man with conservative values and a view point that doesn't wonder too far away from the life you've lived, but what I really feel is a slap in the face is the letter you sent me. I know it’s a form letter sent out to everyone, but I sent you a positive position toward H.R. 1913. Your response could at least be a little more diplomatic. You could even send out two form letters, one for the people against the bill and one for the people that were for the bill. You could have the aide that’s reading this letter right now write the more diplomatic response. Thanks. |
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May. 4th, 2009 @ 06:36 pm
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I haven't had health insurance in six years since I went away to college and my parents divorced. When I get sick, I either tough it out and hope I don't need antibiotics or I bite the bullet and head to the doctor. When my glasses wore out three years ago, I had to shell out $300 for a visit to the eye doctor and a new pair of glasses. $300 dollars is not a small chunk of change to a college student. My glasses are three years old now and they're showing their age. Sadly, I am just one of millions of Americans without health insurance or with health insurance that is inadequate to cover basic needs. 45.7 million Americans have no health insurance at all, nearly 1/6th of us. I can't get healthcare from either of my parents. Neither of them works for major companies that offer family insurance and even if they did, I'm too old to be applicable. Sometimes, I wonder, what if I get into a car accident? What if I'm hurt badly? How will I pay for those bills? Just to be able to afford to live. Hospitals are required by law to treat patients with life threatening injuries, but that doesn't mean they can't ruin my credit for the rest of my life. If they do save my life, I'd still have to pay back the thousand or hundreds of thousands of dollars that it 'cost' to treat me. Two years ago when visiting my Grandmother in Chicago for Christmas, I slipped on a patch of ice on the top of a set of concrete stairs by her front porch. I feel down the stairs landing with the final sharp step landing into my lower back. Since then my lower back hasn't been the same. Luckily, I had an ex-Professor that was a chiropractor and understood my plight and gave me a discounted rate to help work me through most of the pain. Others aren't that lucky. When my father was diagnosed with cancer, he was very afraid. He thought that it would be the end for him. Luckily, he had COBRA health insurance and after $600,000 dollars, two courses of chemotherapy and one surgery, he was cancer free. When my brother sprained his ankle, he headed to the local hospital for treatment fearing that it was actually broken. After an x-ray, they wrapped it in an ACE bandage and sent him home. Later, when he received the bill, they charge him $40 just for the ACE bandage. The same one you can buy at Wal-Mart for $5. This rampant price inflation is common in the American healthcare system. In fact, we spend 21% of our tax income per year on Medicare and Medicaid which only serve the elder or disabled while our British counterparts only spend 18% of their tax income on their entire national healthcare system which includes all citizens. Why is this? The health care system and pharmaceutical companies in the United States is less regulated than in any other industrial nation. Not only this, but we spend $7,129 per capita, more than twice as much as any other industrial nation. United States citizens are bearing the burden for all of this. Of all industrialized countries, we have the lowest life expectancy and the highest infant mortality rate, as well high rates of smoking, high blood pressure and obesity, specially compared to countries with national healthcare systems. Many people believe that this will greatly increase taxes, but most estimates show that it will costs as much or less than what were currently spending. Most people think that a national healthcare system comes directly from taxes, but actually it doesn't. In countries like Canada, Britain and France, up to 75% of healthcare costs come from the same place as they do now in the United States, the patient's employer. Just as companies offer insurance plans for their employs now, business of a certain size would have to pay into the national healthcare system covering most of the costs. The remaining 25% would be covered by taxes and co-pays when seeing the doctor, the same co-pays that you have to pay now. As well, most insurance companies try to put off expenses like doctor visits till their absolutely needed, but by instituting a preventative healthcare system we could cut costs. It works by allowing people to work with their doctor to lower their blood pressure to prevent a heart attack which costs much less than actually dealing with the heart attack itself. One of the main culprits of all of this is for-profit insurance providers. These insurance providers don't strive to better insure their patients, but rather pad their own pockets at the owner’s expense. Insurance providers have started producing tactics to deny insured patients expensive medical procedures like calling chemotherapy an "experimental procedure” and therefore not covered under their insurance plan. Pharmaceutical companies are just as bad. After a company’s patent for a specific drug expires and a generic drug manufacture gains the license to make it, they will often pay of the generic manufacture to maintain their monopoly. This is not in keeping with the Free Market economy that many conservatives like to push. If you’re a high risk patient, beit with HIV, a diabetic, a history of cancer, or even a smoker your ability to get health insurance, that isn't provided by your employer, something that is becoming increasingly rare, dramatically decreases. Up to 31% of all money spent on healthcare in the United States now goes to administration costs, which includes filing papers, making appoints or processing forms, while if you have Medicare or Medicaid, only 2% goes to administration. By removing for-profit insurance providers we could cut national healthcare costs by 25%, in fact by adopting a Single Payer Health Insurance it is estimated that we would save $350 billion per year. In two years, we could repay the Economic Stimulus Package, just by adopting this. Why is Congress so slow to act? Well first of all, it is this nation. In the US, there is a deep created fear against all things socialist, larger due to the Cold War and the propaganda spread during it. In reality, we have many effective socialist programs that help Americans every day, Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, Federal Grants for College Students (without which I wouldn't have been able to go to college), even our highway system, police and firefighters can be seen as socialist programs. Do we hate these parts of America? Secondly, Congress has no need for a better health insurance plan, because they already have national healthcare. Once you are elected or appointed to any high ranking position in the United States government, you receive the best medical healthcare available to mankind. They don't even have a co-pay when visiting the doctor. Thirdly, kick backs. This isn't an uncommon practice. Many congress men and women are given large campaign contributions and other gifts such as family trips to luxury hotels in other exotic countries in response to voting the way pharmaceutical companies wish on key legislature. All of these are good reason why adopting a national healthcare system is good for America, but in the simplest terms, we are a 'Christian' country. One of the highest tenants of such religion is charity and to care for our neighbors, but we are deny millions of Americans basic healthcare. We are one of the worst countries in offering welfare and economic assistance to citizens. Where’s the charity in that? |
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I was sitting at a friends house, him and his wife were sitting on the couch when a mutual friend of theirs walked in the door. He was a high ranking security guard at the local prison. He told us about this old farm house that is on the prison grounds. It use to be the house for the warden of the prison until a few decades ago. Now the warden has his own house off the premises. He told us there are many rumors about why they don't live their anymore, mainly because it was haunted by the souls that had died there. Prisoners that a past warden would torture and kill in the basement, for his mere enjoyment. He offered to take us there, as a tour, the couple was very excited, they even wanted to bring their children with, a boy and girl, maybe around 10 to 12 years old. We all agreed and left.
We parked and began to walk to the house, when I realized I had forgotten something in the car and headed back, but told them to go ahead, I'd catch up. I figured if I ran back to the car and back, I'd catch them before they go to the door. I got to the car and open the back door and grabbed my cell phone. Just as I was leaning out the security guard, nearly braking at me, "Hey Nick, you coming?" He glared at me, watching me. "Yeah, I was just about to head back." "Okay, I'll walk back with you." We walked back slowly to the house, slower than I had planned. When we got there, the door was already open. I looked inside and saw that stairs leading upstairs to the left and behind that I saw the bright yellow glow coming from the basement light. I peered left and right, I asked "Where are the others?" "They're already downstairs, go ahead and go in, it's safe." I looked around, not sure what to do. Suddenly, I felt a sharp prick into my side, I looked at the security guard, he looked at me, with this slight evil grin. My head began to swim and I felt woozy. I stumbled into the door and I began to hear it. The moaning and crying of the children coming from downstairs. They begged and sobbed, at first for freedom, to be let go, and then for more, to be hurt more, tortured more. They called out for God, then thanked satan. They pleaded with their parents to stop, then cursed and yelled at them to anger them into doing more to harm them. I could hear the fighting between good and evil in their voices. It sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I didn't want to go down there so I headed up the stairs, trying to escape in some way from the security guard. I made it up stairs and into the room at the top. I collapsed behind the door, barely able to keep my eyes open. I reached up with my last bit of strength and locked the door.
I woke up the following morning, I could see the sun slightly peaking out from across the horizon. I stood up slowly, the door still locked behind me. I could here shuffling down stairs. "He's awake, tseirp." I heard in the voice of my female friend. "Go get him," said the security guard. I could hear her heavy lifeless foot steps coming up the stairs. I moved some of the boxes around and found an axe. I quickly lifted it up behind my shoulders, I ran to the door, unlocked it and ran to the opposite side of the upstairs hallway. On this side there were windows that I could see out into the parking lot. The car was still there, but I had no keys. She screamed as she saw me run past the stairs. "For him, my eyes and ears, my holy god, satan." He scream was so loud, more loud than I had ever heard anything before. I didn't just hurt my ears, but permitted into my brains. I looked at her as she turned around the corner of the stairs. I could still hear her screaming. I looked at her horrified. She was trading her senses to satan. I looked at her lips. They had been sewn shut in a painful display of thick coarse thread. Uneven across her lips, parts will pulled tight where others were gaping, allowing her to drool from freely. I stared in horror as I lifted the axe to my side awaiting for her to get close enough. The only real thought in my head being "I hope she has the keys."
Then, I woke up.feel:  scared
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Well, I made it through the summer. Like I mentioned in my previous post I really wanted to take some time off, not get a summer job and let my mind wonder and understand myself better. I got to, in a non perfect way.
Once the money had been returned to my bank account, I had a good amount of money stored up to be able to just survive. It lasted me about a month and after that I was doomed to survive via Mom and Chris. Chris spent the summer at my apartment. I charged him a hundred bucks a month in rent and he broke my iPod so he paid two months of summers rent and Mom paid the third. I also borrowed money from my Mom through out the summer in order to eat. All in all, at the end I owed my mom a grand at the end of summer. Although, it was probably easier than having a summer job, I did have to deal with Chris almost every day of the week and even to this day I relish him not being here. So many times over the summer we got into screaming matches and nearly came to blows several times. I'm surprised me, him and his arrogance could all fit in the upstairs. He didn't just piss me off, but he also pissed Kenny and Nick off too. (Nick stayed here over the summer as well.) Although, pissing those two off isn't exactly difficult.
Through the summer, I went to a psychologist on campus named Dr. Kirkpatrick. I talked to here about my depression, my eating habits, and my problems with my physical appearance. She helped me so much that I can't express it in words. I'm a compulsive eater. I get a impulse to eat something, whatever it is, ice cream, cinnamon rolls, Taco Bell, and no matter how hard I try, I give into those urges to eat it. And boy, would I eat. I hadn't noticed it, but the previous semester I was binging like nobody knows. Vast amounts of foods that I'd eat alone in my room where no one could see. She helped me realize this and work around it. She taught me to recognize when I'm having a impulse, to not say no, which is always impossible, but instead teach myself to allow and control my impulses to a reasonable time and amount. She helped me realize why I eat. She knew it well before I did. I use food to separate myself from people, from sex. I eat to feel the void of intimacy in my life and give it an excuse. "I'm not in a relationship because I'm fat," I tell myself, "No one wants to date a fat guy." So alone and lonely, I eat. Helping to reinforce this viscous cycle. As well, I'm starting to look at my eating habits as a symptom of a larger problem instead of the problem iteself. Usually when I binge, its associated with some emotion, albeit loneliness, sadness, desperation. I'm taking a proactive solution to fixing the causes of those feelings and not just stopping the eating. I've started getting it under control for the first time in my life.
As well, over the summer, I was able to work out at the gym decently regularly, but was a constant point of contention between Chris and I. At this point, I still didn't have my car back so I either had to walk 45 minutes to campus or have Chris drive me the 5 minutes to the gym in this truck. He constantly fought driving me to the gym, cause God forbid he'd have to hold off his drinking till 5pm instead of 2.
Oh yeah, about a 3 weeks before the semester started back up, I got my car back. Dad paid to put a new engine into the car. After a lot of work its actually running. The new engine in it doesn't sound as good as the old one, but at least it starts. Last week, after coming home from the gym, I ran out to the car to find one of my tires completely flat. I ended up completely replacing it. I need a new set entirely.
I've also started working out again. And I really mean that. I've been going to the gym all week and even on the weekends. I'm trying to keep it fun this time, not turn it into a boring routine like it was before which will hopefully help me stick with it. I've already started getting bored with part of it so I've decided to switch part of my routine to something different at least for the time being. I feel like I'm loosing weight but to be honest, I'm too afraid to really check.
This semester is insanely light, only 9 hours. This is largely due to the fact that I've completed almost all of my course except for a hand full that are driving me up a wall. I wanted nothing more than to be finished with this damn degree and move onto the next point in my life. Since I'm taking so few hours this semester and a couple other reasons, I've decided that I need to get a job and keep it. Its time for me to start make some money and stop dicking around. My car needs work too. I want to buy myself some new stuff. Hopefully, working a shift will help keep my mind off food, but it will also make going to the gym more difficult.
I thought I'd have more to talk about, but that's all for now. Maybe later I'll update with the wish list that I put together over the summer. That might be neat to post.
Anywho, later.feel:  optimistic downloaded: Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf
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I've been meaning to write an update to this damn thing for a month now, so I might as well just do it.
Where should I begin? I suppose chronologically would make the most since.
Just before Spring Break, I weighed myself which is always a dangerous things because you rarely know how I will react to those three little digital numbers. But I did because I was on my way to see my Dad and Grandma over the break and I wanted to know how much I weighed before I left. The result of that was a complete depression. Upon my return to Kentucky, I crawled into bed for about two weeks and didn't leave. I mean that. I did not leave my apartment for two weeks. Not for classes, not for food, not for anything. I barely left my bed. The evidence of this is that I watched the entire series of Queer as Folk and several movies in record time.
I had gotten fatter than usual. Fatter than I ever have been in fact.
I attribute this to a few things. Largely, I lost hope. I lost the hope that I would ever be as thin as I wanted to be. I doubted I would ever have that dream body that I have lusted after for so long. I felt that without that goal, which was unobtainable, there was no point to watch what I ate or even to exercise. This was propigated by the previous semester in which I had gathered aid from a class mate who was a physical therapist. I started workout out with him daily. Everyday we would lift weights and do cardio and after that semester, I wasn't any thinner. I had tried my last resort and there was still no effect. This defeated me and I that hope that I had had for so long slipped away.
As I was trying to pick up the pieces of my semester and myself and put things back together after I had realized what depression I was in, I checked my bank account. Upon logging into the website, I found that I was several hundred dollars over drawn. This shocked me. I had my tax return and birthday money recently deposited. I should've had more than enough money. Upon further inspection, I found several nefarious purchases that I had never made. The result being a frantic call to my bank trying to explain that these purchases were not authorized by me. The asked me to contact each company and request the money to be returned. This took a week to do. Calling each business took hours because I would be put on hold and when the phone call was answered for some reason they could find no transactions with either my name or debit card number. The result was that I had to go to the bank and fill out forms for them to force the business to give the money back, which I would do on Monday because it was Friday and I was going home for my nephews birthday.
I hoped on to the interstate excited to see my nephew and relishing my improvement in attitude as of late. As I cruised down the highway at 75mph a mere 17 miles from Richmond, I noticed my car was acting weird. It started chugging and then would no longer accelerate. The speed quickly declined until I was dead on the side of the road and my temperature gage was pointed straight up. The car was towed home where a small crack was found on the bottom of the coolant reservoir that sprayed coolant out when the system was pressurized. This required pretty much a complete engine rebuild to fix including the heads machined, the gaskets replaced, the pistons removed, the piston rings replaced, and the engine block board. This took my brother three weeks to complete and many hundreds of dollars.
During those three weeks, I begged, borrowed and cheated my way to get to my campus and other places I needed to go. But the lose of my glorious car did not help my depression and before long I was as bad as I had ever been. The depression and lack of ability to get to campus regularly didn't have a good effect on my classes. This mounted the tension that I felt daily. Constantly, I felt myself slipping farther behind in my classes.
Finals week approached and my car was finally fixed. I went down to London and spent three days helping my brother put the final touches on my car. And it started. At first, burnt coolant smoked out the tail pipe and there was a squealing coming from the belt, but before long those problems were fixed as well and we felt golden. We decided to drive it back to Richmond for my brother and I to drive around. On the way back up there, there was a ding and suddenly the car died. Chris pilled over and we found oil sprayed all over the engine. As we pushed it farther over we found small bits of the engine block laying on the ground. The engine had seized and the block had cracked. There was no "quick fix" for this problem.
I returned home and thanks to rides from Kenny, I went to the bank, filled out 18 forms, swore a statement, and got a police report and finally they believed me that I had not made the purchases. As it stands right now, I'm waiting on the last $82 to be returned to my account.
I felt the pressure mounting inside me and I knew that I had to do something. Without the ability to go to the gym where I usually vented my concerns through exercise I decided to go to a counseler on campus to discuss my feelings on my weight, my person, my car and all things stressful. She's been wonderful. She's grabbed hold of my weight issues and really worked with me about them. She's addressed concerns that I've worried about for so long like my fears about being a whore if I was thin, about the pressures I feel to be skinny, how to deal with the belief that I'll never reach that dream goal. Just having her there once a week for an hour is helping me all week long and a little part of me is afraid of loosing her just yet.
Right now, I need a job. I'm completely out of money. But I lack the clothes to wear to a job because nothing of mine fits me anymore. I wish more than anything I just had a few months to get over this hump in my life and take care of myself for awhile. I wish life had that option. People have that ability in France. I'm trying to find an online job because without my car and proper work close at home would be the best for me, but I haven't been able to find a legitement source for such work.
Anyway, that's all for now I suppose. Talk more soon hopefully. Writing all this and venting has left me feeling exhausted. |
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Can you hear me? screaming so silently. Can you see me? tearing at the skin around me.
Begging just to be free. Wishing I could be understood. This is my prison That I've created for myself. |
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Today, I went to the gym for the first time in almost four months. After I hurt my back during Christmas break and my falling out with Brian I didn't feel much like going anymore. It was so much easier just to sit at home, playing games and watching tv. But as of late, I've realized that I've been growingly more depressed. To the point that I stopped caring about almost anything. I didn't do homework or study for exams. I barely went to class. There are several reasons why I've been so down lately, but namely, I think it's because I stopped having the one way I know how to deal with stress. Going back to the gym should help with that. It felt good to go back. I wasn't able to do as much as I use to, but that's not surprising after four months of doing almost nothing. I think I'm going to just concentrate on the cardio for awhile. While I did like lifting weights with Brian last semester, I didn't get the results I had hoped for. In fact, I got the opposite. I wanna shed some pounds quickly. Over the summer, I'd like to invest in a nice dumb bell set. Well, here's to going to the gym tomorrow.
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Mar. 28th, 2008 @ 05:35 pm
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I forgot that sometimes, it's okay to talk in the rain.
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Mar. 28th, 2008 @ 05:35 pm
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I still believe in humanity,
but I forgot to still believe in myself.
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I need to find myself. I haven't felt like "Nick" in sometime. The jovial, good natured, happy creature that wished all people good.
I still believe in humanity. I still have my faith. I still have the basic characteristics of me.
But as times have changed, I've lost the ability to express those things. When I lost Pride Alliance, I lost my ability to express my hope and determination. When I moved off campus, I lost my sense of belonging and the warm homey feeling I felt for a room that I had spent so many good and bad memories.
And new things have been added that I'm not so much use to. I'm not use to doing research. I enjoy it deeply, but it feels odd. I've never had an outlet for expressing those types of feelings.
Today, I'm going to make an attempt to feel life me, after I cram like a son of a bitch for a history exam which should actually make me feel just right at home.
ttyl.
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The first part of this, was my favorite segment in Undressed, when I was a kid. Finally found it after years of searching. Figured I should post it here.
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May. 6th, 2007 @ 01:52 am
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So what do I do at 2am on a lonely Sunday morning? I listening to melancholy music and update my blog that I haven't touch all semester.
I've debated about that a lot. Why after almost four years did I stop updating this thing? I thought it be because there was just nothing to talk about and for the most part that was correct. But I could have done something with this thing. Another point was that no one reads this thing but DeAle now a days (Hi!) so what's the point? The point was for me to keep a record of my thoughts, my life, my history. That's something that I shouldn't let slip away into the depths of the internet. I like my blog.
But anywho, to the update. What's new with me?
A lot, I would like to say. I guess I'll list them in the order that they happened despite the fact it is a little backwards of the order that most people would do them in.
I got an apartment. Not like I had talked about in the past. I single bedroom. I decided to get a roommate. It was the more economical decision and there were many other reasons for me to do it. Like I get lonely and I don't need to be that far away from the few friends I have. Kenny, of course, is my new roommate. Something that both him and I worry about considering his past with roommates, but I won't be like them and as long as he doesn't go into full bitch mode with me over something we should be good. We have a very nice place. Two bedrooms, 2 full baths, 2 living rooms, washer and dryer hookups, and a kitchen. One of each on a two story townhouse. Kenny and I get our own floors and we never really have to bother each other. I'm on the first floor so I don't have to walk up and down stairs which I like very much.
I got a car. It's a good car. A 99 Ford Taurus with 107k miles. It runs perfectly. You can't even hear it running when it's idling. When we bought it, it wouldn't start, but after Chris replaced, the fuel filter and gas pump it starts perfectly. It's even a bit peppier when you drive it now. I like it. : ) Now I just need to get the breaks replaced and the air conditioner charged. Oh and Chris wants to replace the spark plugs.
I got a driver's license. It took me a month just to be able to take the test while dealing with all the bureaucracy between Richmond and London, Laurel and Madison County. Then it took me three attempts to actually pass the test. The first two times, I failed for not stopping at a stop sign. The third time, I'm surprised I passed. I screwed up some stuff pretty bad and the stuff I did get right, I did on accident. I think she just passed me so she wouldn't have to see me again. Chris, my brother who went with me to take the test, said that she seemed worried about my driving. Not for my sake, but for everyone else’s, lol. Although she did say she thought I wasn't bad, just really nervous and that's why she went ahead and passed me which I was deeply greatful. Driving myself places is fantastic. I don't have to wait on people or ask people for rides. I love it.
I think most people do it in the other direction. Driver's license > Car > Apartment
Meh, Ces't le vie!
And oddly, I don't have a job to pay for it all! I guess that'll be last on the list.
That's about it for right now. Finals are next week and I'm excited to have classes finished and the summer to myself. Not sweltering upstairs in my Mom's house, with a bedtime, chores, and accomplishing nothing at all. Hmmm, I should join KFA again.
Anywho, I better hop off here and get some sleep tonight!feel:  excited downloaded: Silent Sigh by Badly Drawn Boy
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“His destructive programming is taking effect he will be irresistible drawn to large cities were he will back up sewers, reveres street signs, and steal everyone's left shoe.” |
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