Saturday, November 09, 2002

Peak-a-boo. It's me, Christopher. It's

Peak-a-boo. It's me, Christopher. It's been a couple weeks since my last post but that is okay--because I was busy. Not like there is anyone reading on a regular basis, but it's nice to pretend smile What have I been doing you ask? Well, between school and work I have not had much time lately. But I am done with all of my exams for now, and have been enjoying my four day weekend. It started on Thursday with Tori Amos!!! She played at the Performing Arts Center. Now I have mixed thoughts about this concert. Last year she toured without a band, which was amazing. This year she had her bass player and drummer. Don't get me wrong, the show was excellent. Tori had great energy and played for 2 1/2 hours! She ended with the same song she did last year, "Hey Jupiter," which has very special meaning for me (none of your business). If anyone is interested in reading more about the show go~~~>here. John and I will be driving to Melbourne this afternoon to see her next show. John doesn’t like Tori, and yes that is a character flaw, so it will be interesting to see how he reacts if she goes for another 2 1/2 hours tonight. I would love it!
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 11/09 at 10:53 AM
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Monday, October 21, 2002

I'm thinking twice about my

I'm thinking twice about my scheduled trip to D.C. at the end of this month (Taryn, if your reading this, don't be mad at me--I’ll come visit soon). I think I might wait till they catch the nut job that likes to use people for target practice. What can I say, I'm scured!
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 10/21 at 09:10 PM
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Friday, October 18, 2002

I wake up everyday with

I wake up everyday with the greatest intentions. I have visions of laundry, cleaning, going to the gym, studying, however here I sit like most other days, watching tv and surfing the web. This is why I have gained 20 pounds this past year. Oh well, this made me giggle.
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 10/18 at 12:35 PM
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Tuesday, October 08, 2002

Maybe there is something wrong

Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe the majority of the American people know something that I don't. Maybe George W. Bush speaks a language I don't quite understand. I listened to his speech last night. I heard nothing different than what he always says. I heard no answers to the important questions. For instance, what differentiates Iraq from any other country that not only has nuclear weapons and other weapons of mass destruction--but also supports various terrorist organizations? Do we so easily forget that there is only one country that has ever used a nuclear weapon--twice? That would be the good old USA. So I guess when this country murdered innocent civilians in Japan with our nuclear weapons that was justifiable? According to our president, America has the right to attack any county or people that pose a threat to us. Well this logic doesn’t' sit well with my bleeding heart. I guess I just have a problem with my country being an imperialist bully.
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 10/08 at 01:29 PM
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Saturday, September 28, 2002

On the lighter side--I got

On the lighter side--I got 8th row for Tori Amos here in tampa. For the Melborne show I am in row P (yep, row P). I need not even comment on that. There was sweat and tears and a little blood, it wasn't mine, but 8th row is not bad. If anyone has better tickets for the Tampa show, my body is for sale?
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/28 at 11:28 PM
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I think there is a

I think there is a point in one's relationship when you finally realize that things just might not work out. I am one that believes that if you love someone that you should try to talk about your differences and hopefully through communication those differences can be resolved. Well I am so tired of talking about want I need from my relationship and consequently what I am not getting out of it. Is it unrealistic, or maybe naive, for me to want a boyfriend who I can go out with and have fun; who likes to do similar activities; and maybe who even likes to hang out at the same club everyone in a while; someone who takes a proactive approach at nurturing a relationship with me—romantically as well as friends. I am by no means saying that I want someone adjoined at my hip. My autonomy is precious. However there is a level where your differences out weigh your similarities, which maybe perfectly fine for some couples. I, on the other hand need more from a boyfriend then someone who pays half the bills and provides a little love and affection. I need him to be a best friend. It's sad but I feel like my boyfriend is more of an acquaintance then a best friend.
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/28 at 11:25 PM
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Monday, September 23, 2002

In light of banned books

In light of banned books week, I want to say a little something about Harry Potter. Harry Potter was the #1 most frequently challenged books in 2001. No doubt due to its popularity. I read my cousins copy of "The Sorcerers Stone," while I was visiting on a vacation. First off I don't read much non-fiction and secondly I do not read many children’s books (except "The Absolutely Essential Eloise," which I love). However, I found Harry Potter to be an extremely well written book that kept my attention the entire way through. I have not read any of the other books in the series but I plan to before the second movie comes out. Anyway, what I wanted to talk about is the reason why this book was the most frequently challenged? The answer, I believe, is because overly conservative, Christian parents seem to have a spontaneous lobotomy when their conservative cronies deem something, "un-Christian." I think it is malarkey and if they would pull their heads out of the sand for a minute and use that thing they have between their ears, some call it a brain, then maybe our country wouldn't have a lot of the bigotry and fear that is does. Enough said--good day.
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/23 at 11:30 AM
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Friday, September 20, 2002

Pa' A Hurricanes a Comin'

By now I am use to the threat that hurricanes pose to the Florida coast. As a former resident of South Florida I am very familiar with the life altering impact a hurricane can have. I say former resident because on August 24, 1992, hurricane Andrew blew my house down. After a few months and a brief relocation to South Carolina (yes, that’s what I said, South Carolina) me and the family headed on back down to the sunshine state, this time choosing a central Tampa location. So every year, during hurricane season, I often sit and think about how my life would be different if hurricane Andrew had turned northward to Charleston, S.C., like all good hurricanes should go. So before all you coastal residents start wishing for a hurricane, which will inevitably grant you a day off from work, think about what a hurricane could do to alter your life--maybe in ways you could never imagine. New Orleans residents should heed this warning very seriously, for as I drove home today there was an interesting piece on NPR regarding the impact of a major hurricane on New Orleans. They concluded that, not if but when, a major hurricane hits New Orleans or close to it that we gay folk will have to go somewhere else for southern decadence. I paraphrased somewhat but the main point was that there will not be a New Orleans anymore after a major hurricane makes land fall. Scary--huh?
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/20 at 05:30 PM
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Thursday, September 19, 2002

It is offical. Tori Amos

It is offical. Tori Amos will be playing at the performing arts center on November 7th. Tickets go on sale a week from Saturday at noon. Yeah! I have to get myself organized. If I join the club at the performing arts center then I can have advanced access to buy the tickets. I also want to go to the Melbourne show and the Atlanta show which is tricky because all the tickets might go on sale at the same time. I can't afford to make any mistakes. I won't mess up like I did last year. It brings all those bad memories back. Picture it! It was mid year, 2001. The word was out, "Tori Amos will be touring for her upcoming album Strange Little Girls." Right away the strange little girl inside me began to awaken. Up until this point I took the ticket buying process very lightly. I would just scribble the date on my calender trusting myself to remind me. Not this time. I enlisted the help of several technologies to keep me posted. I had to work that morning so I took my laptop with me waiting for the advanced ticket purchase at 9:00am. I get to work at 8:50. I try to sign on to the internet. There is a problem! It won't let me connect. At that point I start to panic. Every second counts when purchasing tickets online. By this time it is almost 9:00. My heart is dropping into the pit of my stomach. I can just see all those people around the world loggin in, buying their tickets, pushing me back further and further from the stage. With every second I am moved five seats. In a mintues I will have been bumped back a row. I yank the cord out of the wall, jump into my car and race home. It took my five minutes to get home, a trip that usually is about ten. Alas, by the time I purchased the tickets its was almost 9:10am. So yada yada yada...I got seventh row. I won't even tell you what row I managed to wrestle from the Melbourne show. I won't be making any mistakes this year!
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/19 at 09:48 AM
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Tuesday, September 17, 2002

Do I want to go

Do I want to go to class today? It’s almost noon and I missed my first class but I still have time to make it to Social psychology. I don't know why I put myself through this process Monday through Thursday. The simple answer is yes, of course Chris, get your little butt in class. You pay for it! My fellow classmates seem to be able to make it to each class with no problems, no internal debates. I think my problems stem from childhood (spoken like a true psychologist). Maybe my current absenteeism is an attempt to regain those days in my youth when staying home from school was great process that usually began the night before. Whether I was sick or not, it was always a production which included, a somber facial expression, a dry violent cough that would turn my face red and a sudden lack of interest in what was for dinner. Then, early the next morning, I drag my feet into the kitchen to argue my case. The best feeling is the moment your get back into bed knowing that this is going to be the rest of your day. Before leaving for work my mother would bring me something to drink and maybe some toast which I would turn down of course knowing all to well the best way to win a mother’s pity is to refuse food. And more importantly I had to save my appetite for the smorgasbord of snacks and frozen foods that I would indulge in later. I have such fond memories of those days. Sometimes day-time television (I loved to watch bionic woman and Cooking with Graham Kerr) will send a memory or feeling rushing in, encouraging me to call in from work and climb back into bed. But sadly, as an adult it is impossible to regain those feelings. The guilt, the torment of extra work or having to catch up always seem to sour the beauty of taking a sick day. Maybe my frequent debates about going to class are an unconscious attempt trying to get back the carefree feeling of skipping school. It’s 12:20 now—guess I don’t have time to get to class today smile
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/17 at 12:22 PM
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Monday, September 16, 2002

I relized today that I

I relized today that I am no spring chicken. My waist line is starting to expand. I got out of the shower and I saw something horrible. It jiggled. Not that nasty! My stomach. I jiggled. I know that I am not fat so i'm not going to say that, but I'm becoming jell-o. Damn why do I have to be such a great cook. As a side note--George W. Bush is a complet idiot. More on that later....
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/16 at 11:56 PM
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Friday, September 13, 2002

Florida Voters

I am starting to become embarrassed about being a resident of Florida. I just want everyone to know that I voted in the primary elections. I went to the right location to vote. I voted on time. I used my own card. The new touch screens are very very easy. It took me about thirty seconds. I turned in my ballot card. I left. What the Hell is wrong with these idiots in Florida? Granted I am happy with the results (e.g., Bill McBride) but it is just embarrassing. My initial thought--"we just have a lot of elderly voters who may not know what the hell they are doing." But then I think-"Chris, you are being an ageist." So being the critical thinker that I am, I try to think about what it is specifically about my state that seems to give us so much trouble when it comes to elections. For countless minutes I ponder this question. Eureka!!! It must be a conspiracy enlisted by Jeb Bush and his republican cronies to divert attention away from the issues. Yeah, there is no fool ‘in me smile
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/13 at 02:26 PM
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Thursday, September 12, 2002

Ugly Grrl.

This is my friend Alina. I know what your thinking--she is very ugly--right? Well to her defense she is only ugly on the outside.

Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/12 at 10:47 PM
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On 9/11

It took me a year to finally realize what happened on 9/11/01. I, like everyone else, watched the news, heard the stories and thought how terrible it was, however it wasn't until today that I finally felt it in my heart. I was driving home from work and there was a progression of motorcycles going south bound on Dale Mabry. It was some sort of group that was having a gathering at the ice palace in memory of those who died last September. By seeing the seemingly endless cloud of motorcyclist it finally hit me. I finally realized the shear number of people who died in the tragedy. It seems easier retrospectively to sort my thoughts and feeling out and really try to imagine what it must have been like for those people and their families. Immediately after September 11th I was caught up with trying to understand what happened. Then I was upset by the ridiculous reactionary way in which this country handled such a tragedy. But I never really sat down to consider what I felt about the actual loss of life. By seeing those motorcyclists today I got a tangible image of the amount of people who died. Really just a fraction of the people but it helped to put it all into perspective. It really was a terrible thing and I knew that when it happened last year, but it wasn't until today that I actually felt it.
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/12 at 12:57 AM
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Thursday, September 05, 2002

On School

As I sit here in class today I 'm wondering why I even bother coming. Granted attending class is something that I do not due all that much, but when I build the energy to attend I am always disappointed. Let’s look at the facts. I am a senior majoring in psychology. I am taking an advanced research methods class and here I sit listening to a lecture on how to calculate the mean. Hmmm... Let’s examine this. My in-state tuition is 84.07 per credit hour. This class is worth 3 credit hours. That’s about 252 dollars. The class meets twice a week for about 7 weeks. That makes it about 36 dollars per class session. So as I sit here listening to elementary statistics I am not only bored but I'm paying 36 dollars for it. I knew I should have gone to Harvard smile
Posted by RiOtPoOf on 09/05 at 03:23 PM
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