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June 30, 2003
almost famous..
yes, that is us..
page 78 in the new issue of the knot (north carolina edition)..
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we are the token, non-caucasian couple..
Posted by chars at 11:59 PM
June 26, 2003
rain man..
i sometimes wonder if im autistic..
evidence #1: i must have a hot pocket for breakfast. bagels or powdered eggs from the nearby grille just dont cut it..
evidence #2: i dont particularly like "dog-dirty" hands touchin my keyboard and mouse. i always wash my hands after pettin the dogs before usin my computer and i always yell at esther for deliberately not doin the same..
evidence #3: in gettin ready for bed, the order of wash-up is: floss, mouthwash, brush teeth, facewash, and differin (acne treatment). anythin done out of sequence screws me up for five min..
i know, i know--im crazy..
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of course:
counter-evidence#1: i cant tell you how many toothpicks dropped to the ground..
Posted by chars at 11:15 AM
June 24, 2003
dream a lil dream..
lately, ive been succumbin to some deep r.e.m. in the early hrs..
this particular morning, in between esther wakin up at 6am and me actually gettin up at 7am, i had a very strange dream..
i was at home, but not the "home" i know now. it was the home of when i went to high school. yet it wasnt literally that home in va cuz it was my home here in balt (dreams are so weird)..
i was w/ some friends--this guy and girl who i knew fairly well, just chillin before school started (yeah, who hangs out before school?). we were just talkin, i guess--about wut i have no clue..
in the midst of our chilling, i suddenly remembered i had THREE finals that day!! in english, chemistry, and some non-descript class. and i FREAKED cuz i hadnt studied for a single one of em..
now i was okay w/ the english cuz it was obviously gonna be an essay test and i was confident i could bs my way thru that..
but i tore over my house lookin for my chemistry notebook cuz i knew i was deadmeat there. i couldnt believe i hadnt even thought of studyin for it..
now you hafta understand, in my latter yrs in high school i rarely did work at nite. it was my custom to go to school an hr-and-half before classes started and study for my test on that day that very mornin. or do my homework due later that day. yeah, i would try hittin the books the evening before but it was futile. sleep, tv, or the comic-book-layin-by-my-desk would eventually take over..
dont be mistaken, i was far from a brilliant student--procrastinatin and rushin thru my work in the wee hrs wasnt a formula for success or A's. but thats wut i did cuz i was a morning person and my stegosaurus-sized brain could best concentrate in the mornings..
okay, back from my digression. so i searched all over my house lookin for my chem notes so i could at least skim over some facts and save face. but to no avail, it just wasnt there..
i then remembered it was in my locker which, because i hadnt opened in months, i couldnt recall the combination for..
so i was royally screwed..
i freaked. my friend was takin a shower and i screamed cuz i was the one who needed to take a shower so i could leave. i was scamperin all over the place, figurin out wut to do--wut excuse to come up w/, how i would survive this debacle..
and then my alarm saved me..
i woke up and walked over to shut off the damn noise--at once, thankful and perturbed it woke me..
i then laid in bed for a few minutes convincin myself i didnt have three exams today and that it was okay to have not studied for my three non-existent exams. after sufficient argument, i got up and began my real day..
the thing im wonderin about now is why i freaked so much. i dont think it was the fear of impendin failure that scared me as much as it was my lack of preparation and awareness. there was one time in high school when i walked into class not knowin there was a test that day. i lucked out cuz the teacher believed my utter stupidity, but even then i wasnt as stressed as i was in my dream last nite..
the other thing weighin on my mind is how distant takin an exam is to me. im havin a hard time imaginin wut it was like to study, read w/ stressed purpose, and wait in nervous anticipation for a stoopid piece of paper meant to determine a portion of my future. how did i get through it those countless times?
so thats wut my dream did to me this mornin. but ill take the bad w/ the good--the scares w/ the feelings of euphoria..
Posted by chars at 05:01 PM
June 22, 2003
gone..
all of last wk, i push off til/wait for the weekend to come to devote quality time on a thoughtful entry and wut happens? the weekend vanishes before my eyes. drowsiness conquers, an old friend visits, and errands consume all two-and-a-half days. how come weekdays never fly by so quickly?
needless to say, however, i think ive hit that "wut is the meaning of my blog?" point. not for a lack of things to write about--or the desire to do so. its just whether a blog is the right forum to contain my thoughts or whether my thoughts should be contained at all..
anyways, ill try to push my way thru it..
Posted by chars at 11:19 PM
June 15, 2003
still life..
why is it so much easier to figure out wut you dont wanna do vs wut you do? we spend a good portion of our early life tryin to read the stars and our hearts in an effort to understand wut we are to become. yet, i wonder if that time spent is in fact time wasted cuz ive only been able to figure out wut i dont wanna pursue..
it reminds me of that tip for takin the SAT: if you dont know the answer, try eliminatin the ones you think are wrong. yeah, good advice for a multiple-choice test--too bad life aint an essay question..
i think ive lately just gotten tired of the routine my life has been submersed in. i remember in high school, i would take different routes to school in the mornings simply cuz i got sick of driving down the same street littered w/ the same lights the previous day..
not that each day today lacks something new or fresh--theres always something to do or somewhere to go in the evenings and on the weekends. but am i really goin somewhere? am i doin somethin truly productive?
the danger for me in the stagnancy of life is that it sometimes causes me to remain very much stagnant..
Posted by chars at 04:09 AM
June 11, 2003
year one..
one year ago sunday--wow..
ya kno, im not surprised so much by how quickly the year flew by as i am when i realize that A YEAR went by. i mean in many ways, it feels like only yesterday i was takin slow, deliberate breaths in the backroom before the ceremony. and yet unbelievably, i think about all that has transpired in the course of one year--the move, the job, the hell called "internship". and suddenly, BAM!! its one year..
we didnt do much for our first anniversary; in fact, we did jack. the day before, a home friend got married here in the area so all the home guyz stayed over. a late nite and early flights led to a sunday afternoon coma. but it was all good cuz we got to relax and recover--and most importantly, just enjoy bein together..
bein married a year now, i dont feel any wiser or maturer for it. not that i was expectin to, but maybe the assumption growin up was that couples are innately more "grown-up" because they are in a further stage of life. and i suppose its a bit disappointin to not only feel unwise or immature, but to also realize through my marriage that i am indeed those things..
maybe one anniversary, ill actually come to feel like a better man or a good (enough) husband--maybe one day when this life thing gets figured out. but until then, ill just take it as a journey w/ no clear end, which is fine cuz maybe bein together and reachin together is the whole point..
Posted by chars at 09:21 PM
June 04, 2003
cuz i have nothin else to think about..
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| at least the trophy has a name.. |
..or maybe its cuz the nba has no identifyin name for its championship series..
the other three major team sports all have their own unique label for its ultimate postseason round..
- the nfl has its super bowl..
- baseball has the world series..
- and even the nhl has the revered stanley cup finals..
- the "nba finals" doesnt quite give you the same ooh-aah feelin, right?
i mean, in the 90s they couldve been called the jordan finals (aka, "mj puttin on a show"). and the last three yrs it couldve been the "how-not-to-ref finals". haha (its true)..
seriously though, dont you think it would go a long way to have a strong, identifyin name for the nba finals??
(yeah, like anyone really cares..)
Posted by chars at 02:41 PM | Comments (2)
June 02, 2003
memories are garbage..
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| children only a mom couldnt luv.. |
seriously, the crudity of the garbage pail kids is unreal--they use to sell these in toysrus on the counter for every mom and pop to see!! now, i cant imagine any store showcasin these..
but i think the real genius in these cards is the fact that each one had a twin--makin every kid that much more desperate to collect the pair which only further fattened the wallet of the card company..
man, i luv livin in the past. "where have you gone, oh garbage pail kids?"
* if youre really interested, check out the all the cards at this site (same as above). bring on the memories..
(to see both twins, hover your mouse over the image on the right..)
Posted by chars at 11:59 PM | Comments (2)