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Aug. 30th, 2008 @ 12:45 am Kinda Like a Basset Hound
Current Location: La Universidad
Current Mood: listless
Current Music: Bolero ~ Moulin Rouge
Midnight occurred 45 minutes ago.

I'm tired. I could go to bed now, or then, or an hour before.
I'm waiting for someone to come home. Brett, or Alex, or both
Even if I know they won't be back 'til tomorrow.

My body doesn't seem to understood that.
Pathetic ne~
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Fakir
Apr. 28th, 2008 @ 04:51 pm Sex Questions!
Current Location: home
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: The Delgados
The past two days has been spent unpacking. In my battles to organize, I came across my old Families book! Flipping through it I found this nifty little chart:

Table 8.1 Nine Key Questions about Sex

1. Premarital sex is always wrong.
2. Premarital sex among teenagers is always wrong
3. Extramarital sex is always wrong.
4. Same-gender sex is always wrong
5. There should be laws against the sale of pornography to adults.
6. I would not have sex with someone unless I was in love with them.
7. My religious beliefs have guided my sexual behavior.
8. A woman should be able to obtain a legal abortion if she was raped.
9. A woman should be able to obtain a legal abortion if she wants it for any reason.

So, what do you think? Here's my answers:

1. (Pre-marital wrong) Nope
2. (Teen pre-m wrong) Not always. Intimacy is something to be fostered, not repressed.
3. (Extramarital wrong) Unless you have a death wish.
4. (Same sex wrong) It's fine in my book. So long as he isn't hitting on me.
5. (Outlaw porn) There's that whole freedom of speech thing...
6. (Sex only with love) Since I see sex as a bonding experience, I'd say yes.
7. (Religious control) Until recently
8/9. (Abortion okay?) Yes and yes. I don't like abortion, but forcing women to come to term, regardless of the situation, is unthinkable.

And there you have it! Agree or disagree if you want ^_^
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Calvin and Hobbes
Apr. 22nd, 2008 @ 04:49 pm Film Review for "Lady in the Water"
M. Night Shyamalans “Lady in the Water”

Two years ago M. Night introduced to the world “Lady in the Water”, a modern fairytale that takes place in the pool of an apartment complex. In the film magical elements seamlessly intertwine with the mundane, making the ordinary extraordinary.

And two years ago, Sun Times film critic Jim Emerson tore relentlessly into the production, calling the storyline “Worse then amateurish” and claiming “the low star rating isn’t just for pretension or ineptitude, its for hypocrisy and cowardice.”

Thanks to Mr. Emerson’s professional critique, “Lady in the Water” received a bad reputation for being nonsensical and pointless, and Shyamalan’s role in the movie condemned as arrogant hypocrisy. Appeased, Emerson stamped the movie with his whopping star and a half and moved on with his life.

But was this really a fair estimation of the movie’s worth? Surely Emerson was looking at the movie as a whole, and judging whether the general audience would enjoy the film. Certainly he wouldn’t let any personal biases get in the way of his job, right?

Unless of course, his job is being a movie critic and the movie assigns the unsympathetic jackass character his profession. So how did Jim feel about that character?
“Mr. Farber represents… well, nothing so much as the filmmaker’s pre-emptive strike against the bad reviews he expects to receive for making this poorly written, stiffly directed, audience-insulting story-without-a-cause.”

If anything’s clear from this statement, its that Emerson’s review is more then just an estimation of the movie’s worth: it’s a personal vendetta. Emerson makes a sweepingly damning claim and brushes the shrapnel of his explosive temper under the rug. Well done Mr. Emerson. When you’re ready to tell me about the movie I might give a damn.

For the rest of the population that’s interested in the movie and not the critic, “Lady in the Water” is far from a story without a cause. The movie’s cause is apparent: everyone has a purpose. Everyone has something they can do to help. So pick up your pencil, and lets go.

And when I say everyone, I mean anyone. The main character, Cleveland Heep, is nothing short of mundane. Socially awkward (and suffering from a stutter), he plays the landlord of the apartment complex. But through well written dialogue and some stellar acting on Giamatti’s part, Heep keeps with the nature of the movie. His initially bland character grows into something complex, even heroic. And that’s just the start.

The movie covers a wide gamut of characters, from the elderly to the very young, nuclear families, cross-cultural, the sober and the trashed (including an apartment full of junkies). I challenge anyone to feel alienated by this movie: everyone has a part, everyone has a place. That is, except Mr. Farber.

So how about that character Mr. Farber and the other character who has been highly criticized, Vick Ran. One is a critic, the other is a writer. For those of us with the ability to separate an allegory from reality, can see that the characters are acting as ‘types’. One creates, the other criticizes. And for a movie about taking action, it only makes sense that the active creator would be painted in a good light while the passive critic is set up as a villain, as one who confuses, as one who inhibits. An assertion proven true by Emerson’s actions against M. Night.

For fans of Shyamalan’s work, “Lady in the Water” won’t disappoint when it comes to the climactic twist he’s known for. Like in “Sixth Sense”, “The Village”, and “Unbreakable,” “Lady in the Water” has a dynamic turn that dramatically changes how the audience understands the movie. Instead of confusing the audience, the twist enlightens and deepens the characters and storyline. And while movie critics would have us believe Shyamalan hasn’t committed to the twist, it’s obvious from the movie he has. Heep is so certain he risks his reputation, his wallet, and his life on being right. All Emerson can offer us is that Shyamalan fails to “convey to us the sense that he buys his own con”. I’d like to know what movie he was watching, because there’s no evidence of that in this one. The turn is strong, and it works.

What is also working is the world Shyamalan creates. With beasts that can become nothing more then a bump in the lawn or the branches in the trees, “Lady in the Water” brings the mythical into our own backyards. Like “The Matrix”, the movie could be our world: there’s no way to disprove it. It’s anywhere and everywhere. That’s why the fairytale aspect works so well as an allegory. For those with a little imagination the story could happen to them. And because of that, the messages the movie carries are all the stronger.

The movie is also emotively charged. Dealing with deep rooted issues in the past, the risk of tragedy in the present, and the acknowledgement of an inevitable death in the future, the movie centers on several heavy themes and characters coming to terms with those very things. With seemingly innocuous foreshadowing that builds to dramatic sometimes painfully empathetic reveals, the writing in ‘Lady in the Water” is far from poor. This is compounded by the excellent acting seen from Paul Giamatti, Bryce Dallas Howard, and even M. Night. So much so that, at the climactic scene in the piece my companion was reduced to a shuddering mass of tears. I can assure you, it was not because she was insulted.

So while movie critics may have you believe that “Lady in the Water” isn’t worth the film it’s produced upon, I would ask the general audience to reconsider. With a brilliantly constructed set, beautiful creature creations, emotionally charged acting and natural, dramatic writing “Lady in the Water” is easily on equal footing with any of the best current films out there.
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Jan. 25th, 2008 @ 03:50 am That Ignorance is Bliss
Current Location: Laker Village
Current Mood: pensive
Current Music: Jem
I'm reading the Lanthorn. There's an article on Banner. Always eager to discover what new catastrophes the system switch is plagueing GV with, I read on.
Ends up Banner doesn't check for prereques, so students could sign up for classes w/o following due process. Explains why I got into my Shakespeare course sans Brit Lit 1 or 2. To my great surprise they had mentioned instances of students being pulled from a class for this very reason.

Personally that would suck hardcore on account: I can't graduate without that course I don't have the prereques for.

I trust Prof Anderson would be down with me taking the course anyhow. I don't mean to brag, but I'm a first class bullshitter in the classroom. I can't say how many courses I've taken, aced, and not learned a single thing. Our education at work folks.

Some classes I do get a hell of a lot out of. Mostly classes not relating to my major: Piano (for non majors no less), Storytelling, Life Drawing. There's a simple joy in seeing the fat roll and marking it on the page, on playing "Go Down Egypt" and "The Office" theme... not to mention waltzing around the room making duck noises. Heh... liberal arts.

Dragonfly dropped off Jem stork style in my locker the other day, all tied up in a ribbon. I'm listening to it now: nothin quite like mixin hip hop with classical. But one song especially puts words to what I've been feeling lately. So deal.

"Why would I think such things
Crazy thoughts have quick wings
Gaining momentum fast
One minute I am fine
The next I've lost my mind
To a fake fantasy"

"And none of these
thoughts are real
So why is it that I feel
So cut up and so bad
I need to take control
Coz my mind is on a roll
And it isn't listening to me."

Me and my mind go way back. Way way back. Like, 22 plus years. We've had scuffles in the past, and I decided it'd be best for both of us to spend a little time apart. And by apart, I mean locked in the closet with a deadbolt.

After a decade or two deadbolts get rusty.

Still, I think it's for the best. I wish life were like Fruits Basket, where when you pop the lid and let the black sludge come out, everything is hunky dory dandy. Mmm mmm, easy to forget it's black sludge. But sometimes it's better to accept you're filled with muck and live with it. I hear guys live shorter lives because they keep things bottled up.

In a somewhat related note: I'm so full of feelings right now I don't know what to do. I feel like my hearts beating for the first time. It's daunting. And full of blood and muscle and aortas. So don't worry about me, I'm a little bit of a human train wreck waiting to happen. Just takes a penny on the tracks.
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Aug. 13th, 2007 @ 11:14 pm A Matter of Faith
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Crickets
Tonight I went to a young adult Bible study Pastor Gruenhagen was having at his house. He talked about fellowship, and how we all need transcendance. And it got me thinking.

Just what is it I believe?

I believe that faith is a personal journey, and one set dogma does not cover all people at all stages of their life.

I believe I need others: To be honest with myself to them, and who they can be honest with, so that we can accept one another, and have strength to walk forward together.

I have a need to feel that a benevolent higher power is in control, and that all the evil and pain and suffering and inevitable death in this world that seems like evidence for a chaotic and inherintly heartless existance, is part of something much bigger and better.

I need hope.

But I was to afraid to do it.
In the youth group, while interesting and full of hope, and led by a genuinely interesting and down to earth guy, I could not be a 'part' of it. I have questions: about sexuality, and faith, that are unorthodox and genuinely looked down upon. And while I already know the answers they'll give, those answers don't sit well in my heart. But to explore these areas is to suspend dogmatic doctrine, and consider possible alternatives.

And right now, in that place, my fear of condemnation outweighed my hope for understanding, aid, or hope.

So where to next?
-Mike
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Fakir
Aug. 2nd, 2007 @ 10:50 pm As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor...
Current Location: Here
Current Mood: empty
Current Music: News and chatter
It's 10:51pm, Thursday.

In two days at 10:51pm, Saturday, my sister will be married. My house will be swamped with exactly thirteen relatives, seventeen people in total including myself, my brother, and my parents.

Two days ago and nine hours, fifty one minutes earlier I was bracing myself against a muffler that said 'hot, do not touch'. Fifteen seconds later the pain sets in from the second degree burns I have just given myself. Fifteen minutes later I'm at the Clinic trying to ignore the waves of pain by biting my finger. Fifty minutes later I'm receiving a prescription for Vykadin and a request that I not work for the next few days.

I've lost thirteen hours of pay. I'll be up to twenty one and a half hours of pay by tomorrow. That's an estimated one hundred and fifty dollars lost at my current rate of pay.

A week and two days ago my hair was cut. Today, I still feel as though a piece of my identity has been lost.

Fifteen minutes ago at 10:42pm I am driving home in the backseat of the escape. The air conditioning is not turned on but instead the vents are on. The car is uncomfortably hot in the back. I am wishing the car's name sake were true.

One day and three hours ago I am practicing to sing for Sunday's service. I am wondering if I mean a word of the songs I sing. I am aware of the fact that it would disturb the family to know that I am wondering this.

Seven minutes ago I am wishing I was somewhere else.
Six minutes ago I am wishing I was plastered.
Eight minutes ago I'm questioning myself.
Because 30 minutes ago I am leaving a gathering of old friends and realizing just how alienated I am from them all, just how awkward this new adult world is, and just how lonely life can be.

...
I would like to say I am searching to find who I am. That would suggest upon discovery, my life will gain meaning and direction. But I already know who I am.

The challenge is accepting it.

-Mike S
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Fakir
May. 9th, 2007 @ 12:51 am I am totally Angst!
Current Location: Home Home
Current Mood: mischievous






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Fakir
Apr. 9th, 2007 @ 12:52 am One Year Later...
Current Mood: exhausted
Love is a storm
Resting underneath the trees
I'll watch the rain fall
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Fakir
Feb. 9th, 2007 @ 12:05 am I haven't done these in a while.
Current Location: Today!
Current Mood: odd
Current Music: Mitsui






What Color Are You?




WHITES are motivated by PEACE, seek independence and require kindness. They resist confrontation at all costs. (Feeling good is more important than being good.) They are typically quiet by nature, they process things very deeply and objectively, and they are by far the best listeners of all the colors. They respect people who are kind, but recoil from perceived hostility or verbal battle.WHITES need their quiet independence and refuse to be controlled by others. WHITES want to do things their own way, in their own time. They ask little of others, and resent others demanding much of them. WHITES are much stronger than people think because they dont reveal their feelings. WHITES are kind, non-discriminate, patient and can be indecisive, timid, and silently stubborn. When you deal with a WHITE, be kind, accept (and support) their individuality, and look for nonverbal clues to their feelings.
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But damn if I don't agree.
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Fakir
Dec. 25th, 2006 @ 01:38 am Christmas
Current Location: Home for the Holidays
Current Mood: ambivalent
Current Music: SE Playlist
Understand before I start that I have distanced myself from Christianity. I've grown up in a fairly religious household, and the pressure to be religious has had the opposite effect: killed whatever faith I may have developed naturally. I don't intend to oppose Christianity either, and I still go to church to create the outward appearance that I am religious ((For my family's sake)), but my heart is no longer trying to be in it. I'm done with it... for now.

Having said that, I can begin:
Two thousand years ago a man was born. He lived a simple life, helping the helpless and caring for the hated. Outcasts, pariahs, and ignoble, he took them all under his wing and loved them like family. Then, one day he was betrayed by one of his outcasts and sent to die willingly with this message: I do this because I love you.

This man claimed to be God, the creator and master of all things.
And on that day two thousand years ago that man was born into this world, God or man.

...
How could a story like that lead to Crusades, witch hunts, religious intolerance, hatred, monetarial abuse of the clergy, and so much guilt that the world itself cannot contain it all?

What would that man have thought?
Either way, good or bad, he was born. And today is in memorial to his birth.

Merry Christmas
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Fakir
Dec. 6th, 2006 @ 01:21 am Asking Too Much
Current Location: Underneath too many demands
Current Mood: breaking
Current Music: Panic! - Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks
I feel very overwhelmed. There's so much to do. I have to critique eight pieces, read two 300 page books, write a paper, prepare for a Logic quiz, prepare for two finals, prepare for a Tai-chi exam. I have gifts to buy, art projects to make, Art to analyze and write on. I have employers to see, jobs to work. I have classes to go to, family to call, family to write. I have a dozen or more works that people have given me to read of their own writing. I have Eragon to read. I have Carillon to practice for, and Piano too. I have a diet to maintain, a body to take care of. I have sleep I don't get. I have classes I'm late for. Teachers to hide from. I have Internships to look into, and novels to prepare for. I have art to work on and improve in order to fulfill my dreams. I have a girlfriend I want to spend time with. I have games to go to, games to run, games to be in.

On top of that, I have world issues I should be aware of. Pop culture to catch up on. I have anime to watch: Slayers, Honey and Clover. I have Tales of Symphonia to play through. I have Chrono Trigger to play through. I have clothes I want to buy, and plants I need to water. I have religious issues to come to terms with. I have myself to come to terms with.

There isn't enough time. There's so much to do and I'm so overwhelmed, I give up. I ignore it for instant satisfaction. The books don't get read until the very last minute. The papers are written for a grade, and not because I understand the material. Life is crazy, hectic, insane, and yet nothing ever seems to get done. I don't know what to do.

Or who to blame, other than myself.
*sigh*

-Mike
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Fakir
Sep. 18th, 2006 @ 11:53 pm Life Dump
Current Location: nowhere's ville
Current Mood: tired
Yo,

It's been a long time since I've posted here. A lot has happened.
I'm back on campus, have been for a few weeks now. I'm away from Kristie, which is tough and I miss her a lot. I've picked up a part time job at FFC, washing dishes and stocking beverages, which I can deal with. I've also started practicing the Carillon. I like the Carillon because it has HUGE BELLS. But currently, I've been having struggles with my major.

I've decided for a number of reasons ((Most of which have to do with my future career choices)) that Writing is not the major for me. I thought about switching to graphic design, which would be hard core extreme, but I would learn a hell of a lot. I may just end up getting a major in... nothing. I think you can do that. It would suck, not having an actual degree. But considering that I'm looking for a graphic computer job ((Maybe web-design?)) and since Grand Valley is not helping me out on this, it may be the best option.

Next Wednesday there's a Career faire for writers at Three. Before I finalize my decision I'm going to check it out. I think afterward all will be much clearer.

For now, I just have to deal with the uncertainty and the feelings that go along with it.

As far as gaming and story ideas go, I'm kinda 'eh', at the mo. I have a passion for creation, but whenever I sit down to do it I freak out and freeze up. THen I either force it or abandon ship. Sometimes forcing it produces good results, but the act of isn't all that fun. At least, that's the case sometimes. One would think frivolous creative endeavors wouldn't be so pressure filled.

I'm asserting a more disciplined lifestyle these days: getting homework done ahead of time, going to bed at a decent hour, you get the jist. It's gratifying to have that kind of self-control.

Ryle hira
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Fakir
Aug. 20th, 2006 @ 01:19 am Ideology
Current Location: The Inner Sanctum
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Sakura Kiss! by Kawabe Chieco
Dear... whoever

I'm writing this to get down an idea I had while reading through forums.
Okay, so here's the stage. The main character is out to help save the world, yada yada yada. The Narrator is ... narrating, to the reader. The main character, the female lead that would be, is actually in love with the narrator, who you assume is just the distant third party regailing the tales of the world. In reality the narrator is trapped in or surrounded by a society of quasi villains, in the den of the enemy. The female lead is in part trying to reach that narrator, save him, and save the world.

Specially if the narrator is the master of the world, much like the writer of a book.

Okay okay okay, so this is based on forum at allrpg.com on Damsels in Distress. I just like the way it was phrased...

"That's one thing about SaGa Frontier that I loved so much-- one of the main characters, Asellus, breaks nearly every stereotype you can think of. Not only is she incredibly strong and unwilling to bow to anyone, she's caring and *gasp!* a lesbian. No, being a lesbian doesn't make her super-special or anything. It's the way that she protects Rose and cares for her. But no, even then that assumption is mistaken-- that her traveling companion is her love. No, she is instead in love with a human trapped in the town of the immortals. She's in love with the narrator, of course. - Holy Dragon Sword"
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Fakir
Aug. 10th, 2006 @ 12:48 am (no subject)
*sigh* Heart!
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Fakir
Jul. 28th, 2006 @ 12:17 am Aint Life Just full of Coconuts
Current Location: Isle de Muerte
Current Mood: wrought
Current Music: Electrical Parade (Retro Future Mix)
If I just survive one more second,
it means there's a good chance I'll survive the next.

Dream like you'll live forever
Live like you'll die today.
`James Dean

I've got my share of angst. I've also got my share of hope. At any given moment in time there are good things, and there are bad things. The difference between pessimists and optimists is only their frame of mind.

But I wonder if we really have a choice in the matter. Do we decide to be optimistic? Or pessimistic? Can I really take myself when in a bad mood and change myself? Maybe. Maybe not. Or when I'm in a good mood, is it a gift or a quality?

I watched Pirates today with Erik. The original I mean. I really like that movie, alot! This will be the third time I've seen it all the way through, and I only just got the blood sacrifice bit. At first I figured they only needed Bootstrap's blood because he was a good guy or something. I somehow missed the part about all the others already paying the price, and Jack cutting himself just before he tossed the coin to Will at the end.

Needless to say, the revelation made me feel like I finally got it. I tried to explain it to my dad, but I really don't think he understood it either. He said he did, but I don't think he did.

It's like that line in Princess Bride, "I don't think that word means what you think it means."

People lie about stuff like that just to avoid awkardness, or just to move on. Kind of like how someone will shout something to me and I won't hear them. They'll shout again and I still won't hear them, but I"ll pretend like I did just to avoid asking a second time.

Honesty is good, but sometimes hard to implement and not always socially advancing.

My favorite part? When they're reading off Jack's crimes at the end. Just listen to them! They're funny, and they repeat things like "For depravity, for deprivation..."

Okay, bed time. Then... a crazy weekend. Ho boy...
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Fakir
Jul. 10th, 2006 @ 01:36 am A Wedding Commentary
Current Location: Pride Rock (KH II)
Current Mood: Irish
Current Music: Likewise
G'day!

This weekend ((For the uninformed)) my good friends Sheilah and Henri were bound together in holy matrimony. And surprisingly enough, there isn't any horror story to tell! Nothing went wrong, which means for all you who are story savvy, there isn't much of a story ((b/c what good is a story without conflict?)). However, there were some highlights which, story-tellin aside, are worth the mention.

Firstly, some people take pictures to remember the event, or because some friend has a pose that strikes a fancy. However, my amiga Kristie took 200 plus pictures for what ye ask? For reference shots! Aye, she's a bit daft but ever the artist if I saw one.

And what a place to take reference shots! This wasn't a cathedral, but it was dem well close. Ionic pillars, high vaulted ceilings, balconies... this place was sheik. And I dunna mean the Zelda character! Sheilah was ((much opposed to her presumptions)) the beautiful blushing bride. Well, at least, she looked demn fine in that white dress o hers. And Henri? Grinnin like a bloody idiot at the altar. What a fine couple! ^_^ Like out of some storybook.

That aside, the mid two hours 'tween Weddin and Reception got us thinkin bout our own weddin's, me Kristie Trig Jess n' Nani. Not all of us gettin married to each other. I'm no Mormon, nor am I the Ding Dong Daddy of no D Car Line. Anyway, we got to talkin and I think it would be blinkin beautiful if there was a bit more theatrics involved. Say someone swoops down mid-wedding and takes the bride! Then the Groom has to bust out his Rapier and battle for his fair lass! While I know that in real life, this is not likely to occur... in my mind it is entirely a possibility and perhaps a good device for a certain game I run.

The Reception served the best food I've had in such a long while. Steak! By God the Steak was like a bite of heaven. And the open bar: my very first! I had a toasted almond and a Mudslide, along with samplin all the rest in the vicinity who had chosen otherwise. Let me tell ya, a Martini must be a drink for somethin other then tasting.

Dancing was fun. The DJ was good at what he did and shockingly friendly! And I got to dance with my bonnie lass. *sighs* Tis a glorious thing I'd been anticipating. But enough with the mush. The eve ended well enough and Breakfast this morn was splendid...

My lass dared me to finish a picture. I am proud to say that I have deftly finished said picture! Now if you'll notice, the dare was to merely finish : Not to finish well. There's such a pressure as you get older to be a blinkin Leonardo if you do art, or a Beethoven of music, or any such endeavor. No one is allowed to, well, just enjoy any one thing. No, now the focus is upon the execution, the quality, the skill, the know-how. I say damn all that nonsense! It has it's time and place, but not in my art! I rally to enjoy, rather then employ, my craft!

But with that, the storm is revvin up to rage outdoors, so before I get scared and alone in the darkness of me humble abode, I bid you all goodnight.

With Deepest Regrets
-Mike

((Note to self: Look into Music by Great Big Sea))
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Calvin and Hobbes
Jul. 3rd, 2006 @ 12:45 am Life Today
Current Location: Here now today and yestermorrow
Current Mood: Color!
Current Music: BEN FOLDS ZOMG
Journal update!

Me mums in the hospital, for all those who are unaware. She went in for outpatient surgery to get her gallbladder removed a simple two weeks ago. She came home, and all was well until a few days later and she was whisked back! I'd rather not go into the details, just so ya'll know. It's not life-threatening, but it's long and drawn out and I just want to know what the heck is wrong and when it'll be over and done with.

Tomorrow ((Today)) is July 3rd. The day before July 4th. And what does that mean for all Willow Metropark Employees? You got it! Hell on earth. Our single most insane day of the year ((Due to the fact we have fireworks that same night, that is, unless it storms)). If I do not make it, tell my family I loved them all, and Kristie, know that I went down bravely fighting for the safety of public pools everywhere!

I began writing my novel yesterday ((I suppose it would be two days ago now. July first)). I plan to be finished by the end of this month, and have managed to drag some friends along for the ride. K-chan, Trig, Karm, I'm looking at yoooooooooou. 50,000 words baby! I'm already to 2,500 and running. It's gonna be one helluvva ride, but I really want to do this. I'm always saying "I want to write a novel", but it never gets done. Well no more! I will get this done. I'm determined!

With that, I'll leave you with this parting thought: "There's more to life then sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Finding that something though, is a long and hard road. But it's a road worth taking, rather then sitting in the muck and mire of the former. I just hope I don't burn out along the way"

~Mike
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Fakir
Jun. 23rd, 2006 @ 12:15 am Pre-Jafax ((2 P.J.))
Current Location: Halloween Town
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: FF XII OST
Twas the night before Jafax and all through the house, the only thing stirring was... the lackadaisical artist?

Yeah, that's me. I have a table at a con, the first time it's strictly for me. I'm not nervous just yet, mostly frantic with trying to get everything together. Although, it's been fun makin my stuff and gettin ready.

Work has been, really good lately! Why? Because my co-workers are awesome. For one, there's someone else there with the last name of Schmit ((Only she has a d in hers. Pah, useless letter))so we have formed a volleyball team of Schmi(d)t Smashers! Plus Robel, who is our son or something. I don't know.

But yeah so I was working today and we were screwin around with the volleyball, and I managed to kill myself on it! I tripped and slammed my elbow into the cement. So I got a pretty good gash and man... I'm proud of it! Wooo injury! *tries to look fiersome*

More to come more to come! I'll try and update again post-Jafax!
au revoir!

~Mike
((I like the moon on the emotocon))
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Fakir
Jun. 15th, 2006 @ 12:51 am Haircuts and Heartache
Current Location: Broken Destination
Current Mood: Heartache
Current Music: Simple and Clean~ Utada Hikaru
I don't have anything to say.

By that, I mean I don't have anything important/interesting/fun to say.

By that I mean I don't believe that my own life has that much value, that I am in some way incapable of expressing my highs and lows, my joys and sorrows in a way that would be captivating to such an audience as the small base of friends who read this journal.

By that I mean that life is complicated.

^_^ Relationships are good, and confusing. I'm delving into deeper waters, and it's intimidating. But, I'm willing to go there, I want to go there. I hope she does too.

Went to a salon today. I haven't been to one, ever. In my entire life. So I was nervous, but Kristie went along with me for emo support, and to do a bit of saloning herself. All I have to say is: They wash your hair. They ~wash~ your hair. I'd almost pay them just to do that...

For the uninformed, I'm a bit embarassed to say my dad's been cutting my hair since I was forever young. It's always been me telling him what I want, and him improvising. Now I'm conflicted though, b/c when I came home and my hair was mysteriously shorter ((I don't think he bought the whole "It grows shorter sometimes")) it was never brought up. I hope he's not offended, but it's time to move on.

My heart hurts, for several people.
But most especially one individual ^^

Mike out~
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Fakir
Jun. 10th, 2006 @ 09:10 am ^_^ Roses
Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: Monochrome Dreams
Mon cheri!
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