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oh hey it's christmas
i realize these things at strange times
i remember last year i spent new years eve at karcher's house with B and Jo and we were so busy playing Halo 2 we didn't even notice it was past midnight
i was reading someone else's journal and they had done a post where they pasted in the first sentence of the first post in each month from 2005...i wasn't planning on doing it, and still am not, but i went through and looked and what mine would be, out of curiousity (hey that rhymes)...ignoring the fact that in several months, the first post wasn't until like the 22nd, most of the first sentences were me apologizing/explaining why i hadn't updated in a while, or even just commenting on that fact. so. it got me thinking. i remember when i first got this thing and i updated all the time...and not just little posts on life, i did all the surveys and memes and whatnot. but over time i got sick of them. and even though i enjoy reading the ones that others post, i assume no one cares to read mine. anyway. i wish i would update more, but i feel like i have so many people to communicate with, face to face. things that upset me or make me happy or WHATEVER, i share them with people and then i don't need to write about them anymore. which is cool, but weird, cause usually i'm not all about the opening up. at any rate, i've been thinking about writing a lot lately. i had notions of being one when i was little. even in high school, i had daydreams about sitting in some loft apartment and chainsmoking and pounding away at my vintage typewriter. it was such a romantic image. and now B's been talking about writing for a living after graduation, and matt was taking this playwriting course and...i mean, i was never one for writing fiction, but i enjoy tossing out a good speech (at this point i should mention i was supposed to be a political science major at the university of texas, so i could be a political speech writer for the rest of my life), and there are few who can write a better critical analysis of literature than i can. but i'd like to try my hand at a play or even some short stories. but i can't think of anything to write about. no dave joria am i, with my notebook full of ideas. shit, i don't even know what this entry is supposed to be. i can't tell if i'm explaining why i don't update more or just feeling sorry for myself. whatever i'm doing, it's christmas day. the sister and brother-in-law get here around noon today and then it's presents and whatnot. court gets here the 27th, down to newport news for the wedding on the 29th. you'll hear all about that later, maybe.
oh and i saw king kong today...with 6 days left in 2005, i can say with absolute certainty that it's the worst movie i've seen this year...yes, that includes 'Octopus 2: River of Fear" and "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." if peter jackson somehow ends up directing the Halo movie, i think i will cry
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i realize these things at strange times
i remember last year i spent new years eve at karcher's house with B and Jo and we were so busy playing Halo 2 we didn't even notice it was past midnight
i was reading someone else's journal and they had done a post where they pasted in the first sentence of the first post in each month from 2005...i wasn't planning on doing it, and still am not, but i went through and looked and what mine would be, out of curiousity (hey that rhymes)...ignoring the fact that in several months, the first post wasn't until like the 22nd, most of the first sentences were me apologizing/explaining why i hadn't updated in a while, or even just commenting on that fact. so. it got me thinking. i remember when i first got this thing and i updated all the time...and not just little posts on life, i did all the surveys and memes and whatnot. but over time i got sick of them. and even though i enjoy reading the ones that others post, i assume no one cares to read mine. anyway. i wish i would update more, but i feel like i have so many people to communicate with, face to face. things that upset me or make me happy or WHATEVER, i share them with people and then i don't need to write about them anymore. which is cool, but weird, cause usually i'm not all about the opening up. at any rate, i've been thinking about writing a lot lately. i had notions of being one when i was little. even in high school, i had daydreams about sitting in some loft apartment and chainsmoking and pounding away at my vintage typewriter. it was such a romantic image. and now B's been talking about writing for a living after graduation, and matt was taking this playwriting course and...i mean, i was never one for writing fiction, but i enjoy tossing out a good speech (at this point i should mention i was supposed to be a political science major at the university of texas, so i could be a political speech writer for the rest of my life), and there are few who can write a better critical analysis of literature than i can. but i'd like to try my hand at a play or even some short stories. but i can't think of anything to write about. no dave joria am i, with my notebook full of ideas. shit, i don't even know what this entry is supposed to be. i can't tell if i'm explaining why i don't update more or just feeling sorry for myself. whatever i'm doing, it's christmas day. the sister and brother-in-law get here around noon today and then it's presents and whatnot. court gets here the 27th, down to newport news for the wedding on the 29th. you'll hear all about that later, maybe.
oh and i saw king kong today...with 6 days left in 2005, i can say with absolute certainty that it's the worst movie i've seen this year...yes, that includes 'Octopus 2: River of Fear" and "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." if peter jackson somehow ends up directing the Halo movie, i think i will cry
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