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Name: Brady
Birthday: 6/30/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: i am interested in comics. no, i am not a fan-boy. i just like to escape the deathly boredom that is school. i also play the sax and bass guitar in a band. Eisenhower Backswing. we have the most eclectic taste of music.
Really cool web comics to read:
1) www.ctrlaltdel-online.com
2) www.orneryboy.com
3) www.radioactivepanda.com
4) www.scarygoround.com
5 www.sluggy.com
Expertise: Those people who think they know everything really annoy those of us who do.
i.e. i am an expert at everything, and if i am not, then i can pretend like i am. which never happens
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  DarkCipher173
Member Since:
4/19/2004
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| -or- Too Deep Of Thoughts At Midnight On The First Of March
and I start with a quote. "It takes someone of a certain disposition to
be scared of being left alone for the rest of their lives at 26.
And we were of that disposition." Ok, yeah. I'm of that
disposition at 22. I'm partially mad at people for hooking up
around me. mainly for the whole jealousy factor. but i'm
also mad at people for being with people that they really don't care
about simply because they don't want to be lonely either. they
are setteling for someone just to not be alone. yeah, being alone
sucks, but it makes being with the right person so much better.
(at least, that's what i'm praying for). [edit-edit-edit]
Love in an isolated time. So, back to me since i'm human and
american and by nature selfish. that, and this is my blog.
and because i don't care. I'm caught somewhere between being way
too choosy and being alone. i heard somewhere that a person
cannot love anything without loving themselves first. i'm pretty
sure i both disagree and hate this quote. partially because if
it's true, then i'm screwed. I don't feel screwed, so it makes me
angry. it's someone forcing me to be happy and like myself or it
gives them license to mock me for being alone. so, i say, it is
wrong. and i hate it. HATE IT!!! <--- angry,
much? mmmkay, well. i just want to feel appreciated
again. maybe that's my problem. maybe this would all go
away then. but what do/have i done that is worth being
appreciated? (going back to the "i hate this" quote.)
horray for being average. horray for mediocrity. horray for
not being forced into being happy for once. horray for having
normal human emotions. horray for being different. ok,
whatever.
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| well, its offical... i have moved to blogspot.  it's
true. for several reasons, mind you. i like their style
better than xanga's and i like that anyone can leave comments (this
means you, mom 
) i'll
still keep this one around and occasionally write on here. but
from now on, head to right here!! for now.
(sorry jules, i tried the HTML stuff, but evidently i suck at it.
suck at it with lasers...) yay! and and and i have
audioblogger, so i can add wordsy stuff! (actually i already
have. one is even a quote from an old cartoon tv show. bet you
can't guess which one!) ok, so for now though, courage. ok,
whatever.
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| Now that Thanksgiving is over, Christmas has now offically rammed it
out. Not that it ever waits for Thanksgiving to be over, it tends
to starts at the day before Halloween, but you know, who cares
anymore. i'm not bitter. much. We had to listen to
Christmas carols in bowling. Wait, no. Let me set this one
up because it needs to be done. So bowling. Every day
except for possibly one and the days we had tests we have listened to
classic rock. Classic rock is good. Oh, and every day we
had normal lanes and normal pins and normal lights. Until
today. Today was "solar bowling". Today there were black
lights. and colored pins. not all colored pins, but just a
few. and it was dark. it made my head hurt. too many
brightly colored pins. And then came the christmas carols.
Not even the tolerable ones, but the most horrible ones ever. and
they were fuzzy. evidently the station wasn't coming in well or
the speakers were busted. either way, it was fuzzy bad Christmas
carols. so, that's my day. 30 days until no more Christmas
carols. ok, whatever.
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| yay! new colors! so, i was reading my last post and i
realized some of the things didn't makes sense to me. For
instance... *ahem* "nap time following updating and possibly eating... if i can find something to fix that uses minimal thought processes. "
(Italics added by editor for emphasis). I think that may have
something to do with fixing food...? maybe? possibly?
we'll go with that. and also my comment about Jesus not being my
personal saviour. yes, i know he is my saviour, but it is a
strictly american notion of Jesus being a personalized saviour.
Everywhere else, they think we are wierd for having this idea.
Apparently in the Bible it never talks about this. It always
refers to the church or the body of Christ, being a group of
people. huh... that is what i meant, not that i wasn't
saved. i realized reading back over it that this impression may
have been given. if it had, im sorry for the confusion.
those responsible have been sacked. and are now going to go rest
peacefully until their bowling test in three hours.... ok, whatever.
::edit:: (bay... ha!)
so, already i'm editing this... i realized it was monday... i thought
it was thursday... which is silly because i wouldn't be going to
bowling... who knows. so, not tragic thursday, but moody
monday... ok, whatever. (again.)
::bedit 2::
uh, so i went back and was reading my early posts... april 23-24
2004... my strange dream sequence... if you want a laugh, go check it
out. i have a silly subconscience. ok, whatever (trace)
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| First, i notcied that i can add titles... *admires*
Second, i was walking back from bowling yesterday
and i looked right (direction,) and noticed that i could see past the
parking lot. and beyond the neighborhood that is right next to
campus. I could see beyond all that into the fields and the hills
and valleys of Abilene. oddly enough, there are those, flat as it
may seem. maybe its just the hills and valleys away from
abilene. who knows. but i saw all this with amazing
clarity. It was as if i was staring into a painting that was
above the parking lot. It surprised me that I had never noticed
that before. And it made me wonder how many other people miss
that wonderful view. sans parking lot. It really caught me
off guard on a suddenly cold day.
I also realized that concepts don't make sense when
I'm tired. which would be now. I'm averaging about 2 1/2
hours of sleep four days running now... (nap time following updating
and possibly eating... if i can find something to fix that uses minimal
thought processes) but we were talking in spanish today.
ha... they were talking. anyway, he asked me a question, and i
had no idea what he said. i recognized words, but i could not
assosiate them with any meaning. And i realize he was speaking at
me in a foreign language, but that wasn't it. Its stuff that i
really should comprehend. simple stuff, acutally. however
things just didn't click.
Jennifer Nissen eats pudding. It was mildly
distracting too. she would eat little bits of pudding. i
could hear the pudding and the spoon and her mouth. but how do
you stop a girl and her pudding? she also had jell-o, but that
was far less distracting, except for the smell of watermelon. and
the girl smelled like tic tacs again. mmmmm but this is not
condusive to listening to post-colonial theory and how it relates to
the Church.
Speaking of, band chapel... Mike Cope spoke about
some of the same things that i have been thinking about about the
church and things that go along with my theory class. Maybe this
is a sign that i should
be thinking about these things... or maybe i'm just an american who
thinks that Jesus is his own personal saviour...(which subsequently,
may not be true...) ask me later. as of right now, im
really hungry and my hunger out-weighs my need to write and/or
sleep. ok, whatever
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