Welcome back
Ok I've decided to do this again. No, not for your entertainment. Who cares about you anyway.
I'm doing it because I realized that I need to write. I go crazy in the head if I don't let stuff out and what better place to do it then in a psuedo public forum in which people who I know but rarely see are given access. I mean what could be greater? I get the cathartic experience I'm looking for, readers can be mindlessly entertained, and I don't ever have to worry about any sort of confrontation for saying what I think because it's just a damn livejournal. What could be greater?
I decided to use livejournal over myspace because the people that would read my blog on myspace are people who see me on a day to day basis, and if what I write gets dark or ugly, I don't want to have to worry about people coming to my room with worried expressions and a bottle of xanax.
So...to update on my life...would be impossible. I don't know how to even begin. Anyway, back in Chicago. That's the most important part. In Chicago, living in an apartment with Matt, Dave and Eric. Many may know my history of roommate situations, and I have to say, this is definitely not going to turn out like any of those.
I have to pause for a second to point out that I am currently listening to "Dragula" by Rob Zombie.
So yeah, my roommates are awesome. It's gonna be a great year and I'm really REALLY excited about it. We can get kinda messy but nothing compared to anything Lou, Todd, Drew, Adam, or Zach were capable of. We clean up well.
304 Garneau, 611 Wheaton, 11103 Chatham Manor, 6101 Chatham Manor, University Center 720A, University Center 534. Kalamazoo, Florida, Chicago. 6 different places.
Lou, Matt, Dave, Todd, Drew, Adam, Phil, Robby, Jeremy, Rob, Joe, Matt, Justin, Scott, Robert, Zach, Jeremy, Sherm, Sparkle, Dave, Mongo, Chris, Northe, Matt, Dave, Eric. Those are all the people I've lived with. I'm probably forgetting a few from the Frat though.
I don't know why I felt a need to mention that. I guess I just wanted people to read that and be impressed for some reason...are you? Doubt it.
I have no desire whatsoever to get a job. Not at all. I go through the classified and circle ads that appeal to me, but I do nothing else. I don't know what it is. I think I am physically incapable of having a job right now. I mean yeah I've always had little breaks in between jobs. (I could list the jobs like I did the places I lived and my old roommates, but that would get tedious. It may be a good literary device though. Screw it I don't feel like typing them all) As terrible as it is for me to say it...I LOVE watching everyone getting jobs while I sit around. I'm getting paid 510 for late orientation (or so I've been told) plus another 125 for the convocation, and that will last me a little while. See, last year, Dani, Eric, and myself were the only ones with steady, real jobs. And it SUCKED to have to work when everyone was going out and doing stuff and having fun. So I am relishing the fact that all of those people who were once so care free and living life to the fullest while suckling away at their graduation party money now have to seek employment. Am I a bad person for that? I'm just telling the truth. I've realized that we're all bad people. The ones we classify as "bad people" just happen to be more honest about their feelings than the "good people."
People are sword fighting on the terrace. I'm not going to say they are dorks. Is Zorro a dork? When you watch movies with action packed sword fights, do you call them dorks? Captain Jack Sparrow is far from a dork.
But they aren't real people.
Yeah these kids are dorks.
My mood has changed since I started this blog. I've been doing other stuff and just leaving this open and coming back to it. I was happy and positive and god help me somewhat poignant at one point. Now I'm moody. I'm not a good writer. A good writer would convey this sudden change in mood through their words without blatantly pointing it out.
I'm an antisocial people-person. Does that make sense?
I have things to work on. I need to relax about things. Freaking chill once in a while. I like to say I'm laid back but I'm actually kind of the opposite at times, especially in my head. So is someone gonna bring me that bottle of xanax or what?
And now a drunken moment from last night to close out the entry...
Steve: You can save something as a Word file on Microsoft Works.
Christine: Yeah but it's illegal.
Steve: No it isn't...
Christine: WELL IT IS NOW BITCH!!!!
I'm doing it because I realized that I need to write. I go crazy in the head if I don't let stuff out and what better place to do it then in a psuedo public forum in which people who I know but rarely see are given access. I mean what could be greater? I get the cathartic experience I'm looking for, readers can be mindlessly entertained, and I don't ever have to worry about any sort of confrontation for saying what I think because it's just a damn livejournal. What could be greater?
I decided to use livejournal over myspace because the people that would read my blog on myspace are people who see me on a day to day basis, and if what I write gets dark or ugly, I don't want to have to worry about people coming to my room with worried expressions and a bottle of xanax.
So...to update on my life...would be impossible. I don't know how to even begin. Anyway, back in Chicago. That's the most important part. In Chicago, living in an apartment with Matt, Dave and Eric. Many may know my history of roommate situations, and I have to say, this is definitely not going to turn out like any of those.
I have to pause for a second to point out that I am currently listening to "Dragula" by Rob Zombie.
So yeah, my roommates are awesome. It's gonna be a great year and I'm really REALLY excited about it. We can get kinda messy but nothing compared to anything Lou, Todd, Drew, Adam, or Zach were capable of. We clean up well.
304 Garneau, 611 Wheaton, 11103 Chatham Manor, 6101 Chatham Manor, University Center 720A, University Center 534. Kalamazoo, Florida, Chicago. 6 different places.
Lou, Matt, Dave, Todd, Drew, Adam, Phil, Robby, Jeremy, Rob, Joe, Matt, Justin, Scott, Robert, Zach, Jeremy, Sherm, Sparkle, Dave, Mongo, Chris, Northe, Matt, Dave, Eric. Those are all the people I've lived with. I'm probably forgetting a few from the Frat though.
I don't know why I felt a need to mention that. I guess I just wanted people to read that and be impressed for some reason...are you? Doubt it.
I have no desire whatsoever to get a job. Not at all. I go through the classified and circle ads that appeal to me, but I do nothing else. I don't know what it is. I think I am physically incapable of having a job right now. I mean yeah I've always had little breaks in between jobs. (I could list the jobs like I did the places I lived and my old roommates, but that would get tedious. It may be a good literary device though. Screw it I don't feel like typing them all) As terrible as it is for me to say it...I LOVE watching everyone getting jobs while I sit around. I'm getting paid 510 for late orientation (or so I've been told) plus another 125 for the convocation, and that will last me a little while. See, last year, Dani, Eric, and myself were the only ones with steady, real jobs. And it SUCKED to have to work when everyone was going out and doing stuff and having fun. So I am relishing the fact that all of those people who were once so care free and living life to the fullest while suckling away at their graduation party money now have to seek employment. Am I a bad person for that? I'm just telling the truth. I've realized that we're all bad people. The ones we classify as "bad people" just happen to be more honest about their feelings than the "good people."
People are sword fighting on the terrace. I'm not going to say they are dorks. Is Zorro a dork? When you watch movies with action packed sword fights, do you call them dorks? Captain Jack Sparrow is far from a dork.
But they aren't real people.
Yeah these kids are dorks.
My mood has changed since I started this blog. I've been doing other stuff and just leaving this open and coming back to it. I was happy and positive and god help me somewhat poignant at one point. Now I'm moody. I'm not a good writer. A good writer would convey this sudden change in mood through their words without blatantly pointing it out.
I'm an antisocial people-person. Does that make sense?
I have things to work on. I need to relax about things. Freaking chill once in a while. I like to say I'm laid back but I'm actually kind of the opposite at times, especially in my head. So is someone gonna bring me that bottle of xanax or what?
And now a drunken moment from last night to close out the entry...
Steve: You can save something as a Word file on Microsoft Works.
Christine: Yeah but it's illegal.
Steve: No it isn't...
Christine: WELL IT IS NOW BITCH!!!!