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Yeah, that's right. I'm alive, well, and free, in spite of your nefarious schemes. Yes, you.
I haven't posted in longer than I thought. I thought there was at least something from this screwed up incident in October, but I guess not. For those who know what I'm talking about, it never got resolved, as I was promised, but oh well. It turns out I can only care about something for so long, and even less if I don't try to. If you really must know what I'm talking about, click here.
So, I'm back to living in Kansas, with my parents. Things didn't work out so good in Oklahoma. Not doing so hot here, either. Got one crappy factory job, worked for almost two weeks, got an outrageous, crippling high-fever flu, lost the job because I couldn't come to work, and struggled to find a new one. I just started my new crappy factory job. Midnight to 8 am, often six nights a week. It sucks, but I chose it, so I could have my evenings still. I'm unhappy about having to work in a factory for about $10/hr after going through college, but it pays the bills at the moment.
My friend Logan is getting married in less than three weeks. To those of you from this area, he's marrying Nicohle Bushnell on April 19th. Ryan Cox is his best man. I'm a groomsman. They're making us wear pink ties. One of the bridesmaids has apparently claimed me as her aisle-walking partner, threatening the other bridesmaids with violence if they even think about stealing me. I've opted out of the bachelor party, because it sounded annoying and not-fun.
Speaking of Ryan, I know some of you have faith. If you feel so inclined, saying a prayer for him wouldn't hurt. He's a good guy, accused of a horrible crime just because the woman he'd been with for years wanted a convenient way to get him out of her life for good. There is no evidence, and the testimony is full of holes, but the crime is such that a jury might convict him just because he was accused. And even if he doesn't, the accusation alone carries consequences. Bad, bad situation.
In an oddly related story, I ran into my old student, Rocky. He's acting like he wants to start training again, which I'm looking forward to. Haven't done any sparring in far too long.
Started a D&D game with some good friends online. Just introduced half the party last night. It went really well. I'm very pleased with how it went, and excited about the possibilities.
Finally, and this is just a minor concern... I'm in something of a unique position. See, I don't say things I don't mean. Under any circumstances that I can think of. And so I have a hard time excusing other people when they do it. Drunk, angry, depressed, whatever. Even when I know full well they don't mean it, intellectually, I'm still holding them to their words. So, what do I do when I'm offended by something that was said that I know the person wouldn't have normally said, likely didn't mean in the way they said it or the way I took it, and probably doesn't remember anyway? I'm still offended by the words, but I can't actually blame the person, and I'd feel like an ass even bringing it up. Ugh.
EDIT: Damn you, Livejournal Snapshots feature. Damn you to HELL.
I haven't posted in longer than I thought. I thought there was at least something from this screwed up incident in October, but I guess not. For those who know what I'm talking about, it never got resolved, as I was promised, but oh well. It turns out I can only care about something for so long, and even less if I don't try to. If you really must know what I'm talking about, click here.
So, I'm back to living in Kansas, with my parents. Things didn't work out so good in Oklahoma. Not doing so hot here, either. Got one crappy factory job, worked for almost two weeks, got an outrageous, crippling high-fever flu, lost the job because I couldn't come to work, and struggled to find a new one. I just started my new crappy factory job. Midnight to 8 am, often six nights a week. It sucks, but I chose it, so I could have my evenings still. I'm unhappy about having to work in a factory for about $10/hr after going through college, but it pays the bills at the moment.
My friend Logan is getting married in less than three weeks. To those of you from this area, he's marrying Nicohle Bushnell on April 19th. Ryan Cox is his best man. I'm a groomsman. They're making us wear pink ties. One of the bridesmaids has apparently claimed me as her aisle-walking partner, threatening the other bridesmaids with violence if they even think about stealing me. I've opted out of the bachelor party, because it sounded annoying and not-fun.
Speaking of Ryan, I know some of you have faith. If you feel so inclined, saying a prayer for him wouldn't hurt. He's a good guy, accused of a horrible crime just because the woman he'd been with for years wanted a convenient way to get him out of her life for good. There is no evidence, and the testimony is full of holes, but the crime is such that a jury might convict him just because he was accused. And even if he doesn't, the accusation alone carries consequences. Bad, bad situation.
In an oddly related story, I ran into my old student, Rocky. He's acting like he wants to start training again, which I'm looking forward to. Haven't done any sparring in far too long.
Started a D&D game with some good friends online. Just introduced half the party last night. It went really well. I'm very pleased with how it went, and excited about the possibilities.
Finally, and this is just a minor concern... I'm in something of a unique position. See, I don't say things I don't mean. Under any circumstances that I can think of. And so I have a hard time excusing other people when they do it. Drunk, angry, depressed, whatever. Even when I know full well they don't mean it, intellectually, I'm still holding them to their words. So, what do I do when I'm offended by something that was said that I know the person wouldn't have normally said, likely didn't mean in the way they said it or the way I took it, and probably doesn't remember anyway? I'm still offended by the words, but I can't actually blame the person, and I'd feel like an ass even bringing it up. Ugh.
EDIT: Damn you, Livejournal Snapshots feature. Damn you to HELL.