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Well, I haven't updated this dealie since September. I should go to bed, but I refuse to learn the lesson that going to bed decreases tiredness, so I won't yet. I'll do this instead.
I guess I'll just let this flow wherever my mind wants to take it. There probably won't be anything spectacular in here, so don't expect it. This is spontaneous. Off-the-cuff if you will. On a whim, yes?
I am listening to The Get Up Kids right now. I've never listened to their stuff before, but I'm digging it. It sounds like something I would have liked more during the beginning of High School though. I'm glad I'm out of high school. I love living on my own, doing what I like when I like. Nothing beats that.
I'm still working hard, like a good college student should be. I've learned a lot about machining recently. I now know how to use a lathe, a sheer, a ban-saw, a tap wrench, a drill press, and a host of other devices used in the transformation of metal. It's pretty awesome. I'm taking Engineering Processes next semester, even though I don't have to. I just want to learn how all of that stuff works. It just seems something that an engineer should know how to do.
I need to start buying Christmas stuff. Presents, decorations, and cookies and whatnot.
For some reason, the Christmas season reminds me of Sonic Adventure. It brings back memories of staying up in my cousin Joe's bedroom late into winter nights, plugging away at his Dreamcast like the fervent little gamers we used to be. It also reminds me of the hours I spent in my TV room with a fire going, wearing a sweater, my mom and some of my former schoolteachers (and friends of the family) making Christmas greens arrangements in the kitchen, Dreamcast disc spinning all the while. I don't have gaming memories plunked so fondly into my memories anymore. That's kind of sad =( I miss those moments that gave you a special feeling when you think back to them.
I wish I was good at guitar. I'd write songs in minor chords that would knock your socks off. I think I'd be particularly romantic if I could play the guitar and sing sweet songs with it. Seriously, that's so cliche, it'd be too sweet to not love. Too bad I suck at it. Oh well. I'd be a doofus doing that anyway.
I'm about ready for it to be Thanksgiving. I would like to see my family again, even though my opinions of my extended family just seem to get worse and worse. I guess when I was a kid I saw them as being flawless. They were the pillars of what I understood adults to be. The older I get, the more flaws I find...and the more these flaws scream at me. Some of my aunts and uncles are just...well, I wouldn't like them if I wasn't born with the same blood as them. I guess everyone has to be somewhere. I still love em, they're family, you have to. I don't hold their faults against them, but I disagree with their behaviors and some of their beliefs. They would become livid if I brought that open. I dock points from people who aren't open to criticism.
While some of those family have taken a nosedive as I've gotten older, my parents on the other hand have ascended to the level of heroes in my eyes. Seriously. They're solid. Mad props to them. I see so eye-to-eye with my father on most things, it's crazy. I'm a lot like him. A crazy lot. I'm very proud to be his son. I respect everything he believes in and I wish I could keep the tendencies he displays with me my whole life. He taught me everything I know about working hard, persevering, accepting, striving to improve, and being a good person. My mom has come through a whole lot to get here, and she's doing just fine too. Neither of them are perfect, but then again, no one is. We're all just here to do the best we can, and respect the crap out of them for everything they've done thusfar. I hope I'll be that good of a parent someday.
That kind of freaks me out, to tell you the truth. I dunno if I'll be able to raise my distant-future children in the best way. Shit, that's gonna be tough. I've thought about this to death (what does one who cannot turn off his mind do all day? Think the crap out of everything) and I'm legit worried about me. Mad respect to parents who've managed to bring up and raise good people. That's gotta be tough.
I've been watching The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya a lot lately. It's very entertaining, very well done, and deeper than I ever realized. It's cool too, and funny. Loving it. Can't wait to watch more.
I keep telling myself that I'm an extreme thinking type, but Stephan has me not so sure. He's a great guy. Even if I do dumb stuff he continues to come and hang out with me. I wonder if my friends see me as the same big idiot I see myself to be a lot. I do some stupid shit, and I say things even worse sometimes. Guys, I really don't mean any harm by it...I have this clause built into me where I want to please people and come off well. If I'm not doing that, it kinda bothers me. Sorry if I'm a douche sometimes, or at least a little annoying =\
I'm still loving mashups. Awesome. They're making me appreciate hip-hop and rap. The lyrics are still shit, but setting the background music to something I like makes the experience of listening to them actually enjoyable. I find myself singing the words standalone. Strange.
I miss basketball season. It held with it a kind of camaraderie that I haven't found since. I miss those guys. They were my family for a year, and they were such in the truest since of the word. I spent more time with them then I spent at my own house, and they were always there. From Andrew being the manager to the assistant coaches to Taj, everyone watched out for each other. ALWAYS there was someone to watch your back. ALWAYS there was someone to keep an eye on you, keep you focused, encourage you to strive when you were ready to give up. You ate together, you worked together, you lived and died on the floor together. It was unique. I don't miss running my body into the ground. That was very very hard for me. But it was worth it. I miss those guys.
Well this all had nothing to do with anything. I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight LJ.
I guess I'll just let this flow wherever my mind wants to take it. There probably won't be anything spectacular in here, so don't expect it. This is spontaneous. Off-the-cuff if you will. On a whim, yes?
I am listening to The Get Up Kids right now. I've never listened to their stuff before, but I'm digging it. It sounds like something I would have liked more during the beginning of High School though. I'm glad I'm out of high school. I love living on my own, doing what I like when I like. Nothing beats that.
I'm still working hard, like a good college student should be. I've learned a lot about machining recently. I now know how to use a lathe, a sheer, a ban-saw, a tap wrench, a drill press, and a host of other devices used in the transformation of metal. It's pretty awesome. I'm taking Engineering Processes next semester, even though I don't have to. I just want to learn how all of that stuff works. It just seems something that an engineer should know how to do.
I need to start buying Christmas stuff. Presents, decorations, and cookies and whatnot.
For some reason, the Christmas season reminds me of Sonic Adventure. It brings back memories of staying up in my cousin Joe's bedroom late into winter nights, plugging away at his Dreamcast like the fervent little gamers we used to be. It also reminds me of the hours I spent in my TV room with a fire going, wearing a sweater, my mom and some of my former schoolteachers (and friends of the family) making Christmas greens arrangements in the kitchen, Dreamcast disc spinning all the while. I don't have gaming memories plunked so fondly into my memories anymore. That's kind of sad =( I miss those moments that gave you a special feeling when you think back to them.
I wish I was good at guitar. I'd write songs in minor chords that would knock your socks off. I think I'd be particularly romantic if I could play the guitar and sing sweet songs with it. Seriously, that's so cliche, it'd be too sweet to not love. Too bad I suck at it. Oh well. I'd be a doofus doing that anyway.
I'm about ready for it to be Thanksgiving. I would like to see my family again, even though my opinions of my extended family just seem to get worse and worse. I guess when I was a kid I saw them as being flawless. They were the pillars of what I understood adults to be. The older I get, the more flaws I find...and the more these flaws scream at me. Some of my aunts and uncles are just...well, I wouldn't like them if I wasn't born with the same blood as them. I guess everyone has to be somewhere. I still love em, they're family, you have to. I don't hold their faults against them, but I disagree with their behaviors and some of their beliefs. They would become livid if I brought that open. I dock points from people who aren't open to criticism.
While some of those family have taken a nosedive as I've gotten older, my parents on the other hand have ascended to the level of heroes in my eyes. Seriously. They're solid. Mad props to them. I see so eye-to-eye with my father on most things, it's crazy. I'm a lot like him. A crazy lot. I'm very proud to be his son. I respect everything he believes in and I wish I could keep the tendencies he displays with me my whole life. He taught me everything I know about working hard, persevering, accepting, striving to improve, and being a good person. My mom has come through a whole lot to get here, and she's doing just fine too. Neither of them are perfect, but then again, no one is. We're all just here to do the best we can, and respect the crap out of them for everything they've done thusfar. I hope I'll be that good of a parent someday.
That kind of freaks me out, to tell you the truth. I dunno if I'll be able to raise my distant-future children in the best way. Shit, that's gonna be tough. I've thought about this to death (what does one who cannot turn off his mind do all day? Think the crap out of everything) and I'm legit worried about me. Mad respect to parents who've managed to bring up and raise good people. That's gotta be tough.
I've been watching The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya a lot lately. It's very entertaining, very well done, and deeper than I ever realized. It's cool too, and funny. Loving it. Can't wait to watch more.
I keep telling myself that I'm an extreme thinking type, but Stephan has me not so sure. He's a great guy. Even if I do dumb stuff he continues to come and hang out with me. I wonder if my friends see me as the same big idiot I see myself to be a lot. I do some stupid shit, and I say things even worse sometimes. Guys, I really don't mean any harm by it...I have this clause built into me where I want to please people and come off well. If I'm not doing that, it kinda bothers me. Sorry if I'm a douche sometimes, or at least a little annoying =\
I'm still loving mashups. Awesome. They're making me appreciate hip-hop and rap. The lyrics are still shit, but setting the background music to something I like makes the experience of listening to them actually enjoyable. I find myself singing the words standalone. Strange.
I miss basketball season. It held with it a kind of camaraderie that I haven't found since. I miss those guys. They were my family for a year, and they were such in the truest since of the word. I spent more time with them then I spent at my own house, and they were always there. From Andrew being the manager to the assistant coaches to Taj, everyone watched out for each other. ALWAYS there was someone to watch your back. ALWAYS there was someone to keep an eye on you, keep you focused, encourage you to strive when you were ready to give up. You ate together, you worked together, you lived and died on the floor together. It was unique. I don't miss running my body into the ground. That was very very hard for me. But it was worth it. I miss those guys.
Well this all had nothing to do with anything. I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight LJ.