tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30812522011-10-08T11:18:17.928-04:00Donblog<i>Reading this is also a waste of time.</i>Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.comBlogger2861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-64047522968083333702011-10-07T14:12:00.002-04:002011-10-07T14:39:32.640-04:00On the Nature of Internet FriendsThis entry will be dedicated to the ever-awesome Corinne, whose blog is currently the only one I really read that often. She's probably the only person that really would even consider checking this one since it effectively could just be called Don Whines Constantly Like a Bitch and is updated only slightly more often than never. I used to blog all the time on the old one but felt like the Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-43304368634415168912011-10-03T23:57:00.002-04:002011-10-03T23:59:03.196-04:00Still have no job.Still feel sick. Still have no idea what I'm going to do next.I think despair or true depression has set in because I care and it kills me to be where I am, but looking at the prospect of changing is just a subject of abject terror.I was going to type more but I've lost my train of thought already. But things aren't good.Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-12125521814414211552011-08-13T00:51:00.003-04:002011-08-13T01:14:27.174-04:00DeathMy other grandmother apparently passed away this week. So strained was my mother's relationship with her mother that it took several days for the news to actually reach us, despite the fact that my mother will likely be the one doing all the arrangements and lawyer visits and such. The whole scenario bothers me, possibly more than when my father's mother passed away a few years ago -- at leastDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-50488145960648471372011-06-17T15:10:00.002-04:002011-06-17T15:13:44.647-04:00It might be time to tell myself I have a serious problem. Actually though, in retrospect, I've been aware of it for a long time but it doesn't seem to be something I'm all that keen on fixing.I think I'm one of those recluse people that just gave up on life somewhere.Not really sure why that is. Not really sure how I'm supposed to motivate myself to fix it; I'm afraid of change and just afraid Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-45819113375826867762011-05-18T13:47:00.002-04:002011-05-18T14:02:23.566-04:00I still miss you.Sometimes I awake in the morning to thoughts of you still being beside me and hear the sound of your voice whispering that nickname you used to have. Days I didn't care that I hated my job or lack of direction because you didn't care about those things either; days I'd forget about all of it when I watched you sleep or looked into your eyes when you said something inane and we'dDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-2235468541236845482011-04-28T23:16:00.002-04:002011-04-28T23:19:26.793-04:00I never really post anything anymore. I'm not really sure why; I always seemed to spend a great deal of time whining on the blog, and if there's ever been something I've been particularly skilled at, it would be whining.Perhaps I just don't have enough good stories to tell, or maybe its the lack of a theme or subject matter on the blog to stick with, or maybe its the general lack of an audience Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-12942998186500232712010-06-08T13:33:00.002-04:002010-06-08T13:44:39.505-04:00I think I crush entirely too easy, and I need to put the brakes on this before I find myself losing my whole vacation to making doe-eyed stares at someone I can't really have, at least not now, possibly not ever, probably not ever. But sometimes I just have to ride out the torrent anyway, despite knowing the waterfall at the end is slightly larger than a few feet and more akin to, say, Niagara Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-12441685210488506132009-12-25T22:35:00.003-05:002009-12-25T22:43:51.891-05:00Regarding ChristmasI'm not sure what it is about the holidays over the past few years but they're just plain miserable for the most part. It isn't that I don't like my family but I guess I've grown so disconnected to them that I find spending any significant amount of time with them awkward; perhaps doubly so when I'm single. Those few Christmas days I spent with Nicky over the years always seemed really awkward Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-18923194767403287432009-12-06T18:01:00.002-05:002009-12-06T18:04:36.251-05:00Down with Post NumbersSeriously, I barely use the blog as it is and I'm tired of opening the extra menu to determine where I'm at.So the CAT scan revealed something but nothing, and thus I was sent to get a colonoscopy which in turn revealed nothing and now I'm going to get an upper endoscopy later this week.The day after I go to court for being unable to stop in time for the late school bus late.Which is apparently Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-3034579505671711152009-11-20T01:10:00.001-05:002009-11-20T01:16:23.365-05:00#281 - AloneI just emailed Nicky. You few readers that are mostly me may recall Nicky as my first girlfriend ever, the first person I ever kissed, loved, made love to, all that sort of thing. I don't know what it is about breaking up with someone that always reminds me of her. I suspect it has something to do with the nature of the breakup and how hard I took it.Is it possible that despite it being a Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-40373962035620579192009-11-08T17:27:00.002-05:002009-11-09T16:40:11.963-05:00#280 - Why MeSo the woman I've been seeing for two months is moving away.I'm miserable. I really liked this one, I really wanted this to work. I really felt like I had met someone who could understand me and someone I could understand.And the worst part is? So far I've been right, but she's probably going to move and I'm going to be stuck [i]alone[/i] [b]again[/b].Frustrated. Toying with going with her orDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-56975128251447761432009-07-13T22:40:00.002-04:002009-07-13T22:51:04.774-04:00#279 - It's a Start.I seem to vaguely recall using this.Like a lot of things that went the way of after "she who shall no longer be named" left, this blog has known silence for the better part of the past few years, with no hope of its revival in sight.There were several reasons for this, some of which preclude the Female Fiasco -- in particular, I can recall often treasuring my relative anonymity when I first Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-24445913804955305282008-12-26T22:23:00.000-05:002008-12-26T22:29:11.086-05:00#278 - I'm Not Dead, But I Wished I WasThere's about no chance I'll start using this again I suppose, but I feel like when I look at that I need to push the last post down off the page some, so I suppose I'll type a little bit here on the offchance that I view it again.After that post was a pretty hellish time for quite awhile, and though I've yet to do anything in the romance department besides a few month stint and a vacation with aDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1105401667856111612005-01-10T18:45:00.000-05:002005-01-10T19:01:07.856-05:00#277 - Per Request
With everything that has transpired in the past months, I've barely noticed my neglected and mostly private corner of the world. Truth be told, I'm not sure I care to notice it even now, but maybe it's about time I try to assemble letters in patterns that form words to cement my thoughts to a world created and maintained by tiny pieces of data.
Nicky was cheating on me.
And Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1096396588893284682004-09-28T14:26:00.000-04:002004-09-28T14:42:45.790-04:00#276 - You Hate Me; Don't Go
I haven't written in this thing for a long time, yet strangely feel somewhat compulsed to do so now. I suppose because of the possibility that today is the last day that I can consider my girlfriend to actually be my girlfriend, and I feel like I need to record something, at the very least, so that years down the road I can look back and remember how I felt today.
Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1085779764273100362004-05-28T17:25:00.000-04:002004-05-28T17:29:24.273-04:00#275 - I'm Not Broken
Or am I?
The aches and pains are all returning, with newfound fervor. It's really been difficult to work the way I have been, and I'm already starting to feel like I need to get away from it. I hate that feeling, but what do I do? Just look for another job.
In the meantime, I've been plowing through .hack games in my free time, at least when Nicky's not around. The Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1082859834528514612004-04-24T22:23:00.000-04:002004-04-24T22:26:56.090-04:00#274 - Wish I Was a Little Bit Taller
I wish I was getting more sleep.
I've been working for two weeks or so now, and it hasn't been terrible. Really, I think the transition has made it more difficult than it really is; after all, to go from nine months of relative inactivity to suddenly working hard early in the morning for forty hours a week isn't exactly a subtle change. I hope it gets Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1081229752165648802004-04-06T01:35:00.000-04:002009-07-13T22:39:55.236-04:00#273 - I'll Make a Call
Today, someone called about a job...but he called from his house (I would assume) instead of the store he works at, because I know the number to the store and that wasn't it.
Unfortunately for me, the boss' number was from PA, which means it may be tough for me to use my driving excuse to get slightly later hours. I know it's a petty thing and that I should take what Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1080770008746278502004-03-31T16:53:00.000-05:002009-07-13T22:39:55.239-04:00#266 - Start!
I don't know if it'll make me feel any better about ranting, but I feel like I want to write now and again, so I altered the URL of this blog just for kicks. I know, it's not much of an alteration, but I'm hoping it will be enough to thwart the one or two people I didn't want reading anymore. Not that I have that much to say about them or anything; it's just that the purpose of Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1071721990262587062003-12-17T23:33:00.000-05:002009-07-13T22:39:55.244-04:00#265 - New Year
So it was a bit longer than a week. Sue me. I don't think anyone checks here anymore anyway, and it looks like the comment feature has expired or something, as I no longer see it functioning on the main page.
There really is nothing interesting to talk about. I've been on a mini-hiatus in the job hunt due to the holidays in the past week and a half or so. I've been out Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1066367378922619442003-10-17T01:09:00.000-04:002009-07-13T22:39:55.248-04:00#264 - Stop Reading
I miss not being on the internet. Lately, a small part of me hopes that my cable modem will die so I don't become a further slave to the 'net. So many lives get fucked up on these things these days. I've watched and joined in using these journals as weapons, and I'm done with that. I say what I feel, and it's up to you all whether or not you want to read it or not.
Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1065141788487191232003-10-02T20:43:00.000-04:002009-07-13T22:39:55.252-04:00#263 - Domestication
I haven't felt like I've had much time to myself this week. I was starting to get into the rhythm of going out alongside checking papers in my job hunt, but then everyone went on vacation and I got stuck taking care of the zoo. We really do have a ton of animals in this house. Maybe not a ton, but enough that I don't really feel like I've had much time to relax.
It's Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1063346767658781952003-09-12T02:06:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.268-05:00#262 - Minus One
I'm considering the matter fairly closed.
The personality is just too grating. The ego and the money supersedes the friendship in all of our cases, and I just don't want to be associated with it anymore. It used to be fun when we could all just get together and hang out, but then coolness set in and just hanging around with us wasn't fun for him anymore.
Seeing the Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1062739626718749082003-09-05T01:27:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.272-05:00#261
I've got no title; I'm just updating because I feel like writing.
Lately, my back has been really fucking annoying. I'd love to get this and that groin thing checked out by a real doctor this time (and not a walk-in clinic where they didn't even check out the things I asked them to examine), but I still haven't bothered to find any kind of income. I'm stuck in this Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1061179859551665052003-08-18T00:10:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.290-05:00#260 - Blogger Ate My Post
And I'm Glad.
I typed up this long entry that was inspired by a conversation I had with Vince a week or two ago, where I was going to put the truth of a story down on the internet, but I think I'm going to stick with my initial instincts on this one. For one, I'm not the kind of person who likes to do that sort of thing on the internet anymore -- the internet as a Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1059066484172427982003-07-24T13:08:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.296-05:00#259 - Choose Your Own Adventure
"You've reached the end of your life. Return to page one and try again."
Lately, I've pretty much felt like I've experienced everything I had to live for. Before you all go off thinking I'm on some crazy suicidal tangent, I'm going to break the sentiment down in a bit more sense. However, just in case you're thinking it, you should really keep in mind that I'mDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1057208962938875602003-07-03T01:09:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.302-05:00#258 - AudBlog
Ok, so this AudBlog thing is kind of cool, but what I've learned is that I'm totally incapable of using it. Plus, it's hard to time how long I had on the call, so it basically cut me off in mid-thought, but I've done ... what, four entries with this now and this is the closest to satisfaction that I could get. It's really frustrating; like talking to someone for the first time, Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1057208737759160522003-07-03T01:05:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.307-05:00#257 - AudBlog Test Trial
audblog audio postDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1056948365650125702003-06-30T00:46:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.311-05:00#256
Lots of stuff to talk about. Most of which I'm not putting here.
I haven't found a job yet. It's kind of sucky, I must admit, to be dealing with this again. I didn't get anywhere last time, and I can only imagine what will happen this time if something doesn't come up soon. However, I'm not giving up just yet. I do know of one place in town that is hiring, and since I have no immediateDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1056507948153191732003-06-24T22:25:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.316-05:00Test#255
Well, the problem with my blog is the comment code, so we'll see if this thing stays moving along or not. I feel like there's plenty to write about, but I'm going to wait a bit longer to let my thoughts stir (and to see whether or not Blogger is actually going to post them now that I've reattached the comment function again).
Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1056154788188951462003-06-20T20:19:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.319-05:00#254
Just a post to see if my blog will update. I wrote #253 a few days ago and I'm still not able to see it on the actual blog itself, though it's posted according to the postwhatsit. If this posts, I may very well put a real entry in it's place tonight.
~DonDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-1055966991702109702003-06-18T16:09:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.323-05:00#253
So I quit my silly part-time job the other day. It was much more difficult to do than I had originally anticipated; the frustration was boiling so much within me that I thought for sure it would take no more than a second to do, yet I labored over the decision for about an hour and a half before I bothered to go through with it. So much so that I hadn't even realized it was five in the Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-948511762003-05-25T01:44:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.328-05:00#252
I don't really know why I'm writing here again. I don't really know why I haven't bothered to simply start another free blog somewhere else so I could point out all the little bullshit that goes on in my life and put it in a place where some people have access and others don't. I don't really know why I continue to even write online, honestly, when I could just as easily commit all of thisDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-926964622003-04-16T00:44:00.000-04:002009-11-09T16:39:28.332-05:00#251 - Changes?
I've been thinking about making an "Internet Friends Only" blog. Most people probably wouldn't understand the reasoning behind it, but honestly, it's quite simple.
I would prefer certain people not read this anymore. I started this blog somewhere around a year or two ago (too lazy to check), and at that time, I was in the peak of my internet life. The thing was created Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-920560752003-04-05T16:09:00.000-05:002003-04-05T19:37:07.000-05:00#250 - Is It "I Love You?"
I can remember back to the days when I watched TV and various characters often went to great lengths debating on whether or not they were ready to speak those three little words that perhaps people do not say enough. I always wondered what the big deal behind all of that was; if you loved somebody, shouldn't you be able to tell them? If they mattered to you, Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-912133162003-03-23T01:00:00.000-05:002003-03-29T11:55:31.000-05:00#249
The other night, I pulled out a somewhat aged folder that I keep in my closet. A cheap purple number, basically, that says "College Letters" on the front. Anyway, like the title of it said, it used to hold actual college letters in it; that is, all the various paperwork I received from various colleges across the globe after I took my SATs and such. The thing was actually pretty full, Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-908340632003-03-16T22:41:00.000-05:002003-03-16T22:41:08.450-05:00#248 - The Key of Twilight
I urge you, anime fan or not, to listen to the soundtracks from either .hack//SIGN or Noir, both more or less done completely by Kajiura Yuki. There's some really great music in both of those series, and likely any other ones that she's touched that I'm not aware of as of yet. You may miss out a bit on the feeling that I get from most of these pieces if you've not Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-904392042003-03-10T00:25:00.000-05:002003-03-10T00:25:32.576-05:00#247 - Recovery
I believe it's finally starting to happen - my eyes aren't giving me very much trouble, and for the most part my ability to breathe has returned. I think this horrible sickness is lifting, at least to the point where I can assume typical daily activities, though I think it will be some time before I'll be well enough to really do anything outstanding. This is a shame because I Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-902494842003-03-06T13:02:00.000-05:002003-03-06T13:02:37.546-05:00#246
Day three of being sick, and I'm somewhat tired of sitting in the house. I guess I cannot complain too much; I've been able to play games and spend time with Nicky, who has graciously appeared several times this week to take care of me - but I'm losing out on money, and the boredom is starting to take it's toll. When I woke up this morning, I was actually going to try and go to work, but Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-901363002003-03-04T17:21:00.000-05:002003-03-04T17:21:49.700-05:00#245
I really don't know what to write about today. My computer's having some sort of goofy internet bubble that's causing everything to lag slightly, and it's growing rather irritating.
Sunday night, I came down with some horrible flu-like systems that more or less arrived out of nowhere; the kind where basically my whole world was spinning around and I couldn't walk straight, every part of myDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-897559712003-02-25T23:23:00.000-05:002003-02-25T23:23:04.890-05:00#244 - Summer Love
So once again, I find my plans for the year changing. Months ago, I was positive that I would be making the journey to Japan, and I was going to do whatever it took to get there no matter what the cost. A number of factors brought me back down to the planet though - for one, the trip's cost would end up having been a fortune. Two, I've made very little progress in my Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-892869792003-02-18T00:21:00.000-05:002003-02-23T19:48:18.000-05:00#243
So I wrote this really long, and somewhat decent entry about my relationship with Nicky and other things that have been going on in general, and it got obliterated by Blogger. Justine tells me that this happened to her a few different times, but I do believe this is only the first, or possibly the second time it's occured. So for now I'll probably just keep typing into the Blogger client Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-892123332003-02-16T20:27:00.000-05:002003-02-16T20:27:37.270-05:00#242 - Filler
Mostly because I'm exhausted, not in the mood to type, and in need of killing a few more minutes so I can listen to my new DDR CD, I'm throwing up a couple of words that will likely not qualify as a normal entry. And honestly? I really am exhausted, so I wouldn't be surprised if there are typos and grammatical errors and such all over the place.
I don't really care.
Katsucon Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-888252762003-02-09T21:09:00.000-05:002003-02-09T21:11:06.000-05:00#241 - Petrified
So it's been a few days since my last entry, and the days have been no less busy then before. I had anticipated having Thursday night to myself with Nicky going to class only to have the night vanish by a strange happenstance - she asked me to stay. Well, let's be honest, she didn't really ask so much as she blatantly hinted at wanting to see me after she got after school, andDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-885739022003-02-05T00:15:00.000-05:002003-02-05T00:15:19.266-05:00#240 - Pink Dinosaur
I really don't have all that much to type about tonight. It's been a relatively typical week as usual. Diana just got back from vacation today, which meant that the past two Monday's were mine to deal with as far as Arcade Collection goes. This is a process that I had insisted fall in my hands while she was gone; there's no one else in the entire store that has nearly as Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-883922032003-02-01T16:31:00.000-05:002003-02-01T16:31:04.570-05:00#239 - Non-Musings
Aptly titled because of my lack of posting, I suppose. Honestly, I don't even feel the urge to write, but I know that if I don't, it'll be that much more difficult to learn to do so more often than I am now.
Can you expect much from a guy who gets home in time to go to bed several nights a week? I guess not. In any case, I've been trying not to give too much thought to Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-880367012003-01-26T01:23:00.000-05:002003-01-26T01:24:10.000-05:00#238 - Death
So it's been a busy week. The more asinine ordeals, as usual, end up on Livejournal, so I see no point in really recounting any of those particular events. Instead, I'm finally getting around to writing a blog I felt the urge to do earlier this week. It's the usual with me, really - spending a relatively long amount of time in Westminster with either Nicky or my friends (or Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-877621812003-01-20T22:17:00.000-05:002003-01-20T22:17:49.413-05:00#237 - In the Spirit of Trust
So the other night, I let Nicky see a bit of my blog. I didn't really play pick and choose either; pretty much anything I came upon that dealt with her I allowed her to read if she wanted to, and I highlighted a few other "interesting" passages from the time where I lived with my father. It was somewhat of an impromptu thing that was sparked when I decided to showDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-875141982003-01-15T23:01:00.000-05:002003-01-15T23:01:28.646-05:00#236 - Glorious Island Fortress
It's dangerous to be home before I actually go to bed, and it's also highly unusual. Several days a week now, I tend to arrive in my house around midnight only to go to bed a mere half hour later. Tonight, however, Nicky decided she wanted to dance or rave at her friend's party since she hadn't been in awhile, which left my night mostly open. For the record, Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-873368562003-01-12T23:41:00.000-05:002003-01-12T23:41:25.290-05:00#235 -
Nothing much to write about today.
Okay, there's plenty to write about, but some things are left better unsaid.
Good things happened on Saturday, and that was it. I feel like we made a good connection on two levels - physically and emotionally. Otherwise, it's been pretty run-of-the-mill.
This is one of those blogs that I'm just putting up to satiate my urge to blog, really.
~DonDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-872284222003-01-10T13:32:00.000-05:002003-01-10T13:32:47.163-05:00#234 -
I'm not really feeling bothered by things, but I've been reevaluating a lot of stuff lately. I'm not sure if I can attribute it to the sudden life change of having a girlfriend or what, but once again I find myself taking a few steps back and really just looking around at everything as a whole instead of one issue at a time. I think it's probably something that's been occuring for Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-872076802003-01-10T02:13:00.000-05:002003-01-10T13:10:45.000-05:00#233 - Apologies
Apologies to those three or four of you who come here expecting to read a blog every other day or so. I'm hoping to write one at some point Friday, which is today but still feels like tomorrow for me.
I also noticed that several entries are missing numbers, as I've apparently forgotten to include them in my title headers, so I'll have to go back and figure out where I left offDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-869432262003-01-04T21:29:00.000-05:002003-01-10T13:10:29.000-05:00#232 - Requested
Once again, I feel tired and sore, and I did very little today. I also plan to do very little tomorrow, though I'm always open for visitors if they're willing to travel up here in some way. Otherwise I get the feeling I'll probably just relax here, save gas and money, and take it easy. I'm sure no one will bother coming up here anyway; that's the nature of a majority of my Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-869024842003-01-03T21:16:00.000-05:002003-01-10T13:10:16.000-05:00#231 - Welcome Back, Blogger.
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back."
Christmas found my monitor smoking. I've been without the internet for nearly a week and a half now, and while I did not miss it terribly, I found myself feeling somewhat out-of-touch with friends that I use the internet to stay in touch with. Without Blogs and Livejournals to read, I actually felt like something was Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-865029892002-12-24T23:17:00.000-05:002003-01-10T13:09:24.000-05:00#230 - Life's Like That
So everything with Nicky has been going along fairly well - enough so that I noticed the usual balance of life trends occuring again.
Every time I feel good mentally, something goes wrong with me physically.
Warning - Relatively Descriptive Male Health Description Coming Up.
That was your warning.
No bitching later when you read this and get freaked out.
It's no Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-864168682002-12-22T21:34:00.000-05:002003-01-10T13:09:02.000-05:00#229 - Weekend
This weekend has been relatively boring, and I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow where I should hopefully run into Nicky and have the opportunity to make plans for the coming week. At some point I have to give her what I bought her as well, and I'm still dancing on pins and needles a bit over that. For some reason, probably a lack of better things to do, I've been Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-863758712002-12-21T18:42:00.000-05:002003-01-10T13:08:31.000-05:00#228 - Ineptitude, Part 2
I bought Nicky a Christmas present today, which is somewhat unlike me. I wasn't sure if I even should have done so this early on, but I felt like I really wanted to do so, and I did. The difficult part is that I really have very little to go on since we're still kind of learning about each other and things aren't perfectly official yet, but no matter what I just Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-863459312002-12-20T22:15:00.000-05:002002-12-20T22:15:08.920-05:00#227 - Happiness?
"I don't want to let go. I can't help but be afraid that I won't find your hand again if I do."
So I haven't blogged in a few days, and in the absence of doing so I've been wondering exactly how much I should write out in here in relationship to Nicky from now on. To a certain extent, it's nice to be able to talk about the things that have gone on between us in the past few Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-861437892002-12-16T21:38:00.000-05:002002-12-16T21:38:58.760-05:00#226
I'm pretty tired. Today has been a somewhat eventful day, both as far as work and as personal affairs.
Work will continue to suck basically every day until sometime soon after the first of the year, in which case the children will finally be back to school and I'll finally have plenty of time to get work again. Indeed. It should be a return to a time where I can work several hours and Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-859731592002-12-13T21:16:00.000-05:002002-12-13T21:16:39.000-05:00#225 - Confusion
At first it looked weird, but I realized that if I can't come up with a decent, short-worded title, maybe it's better that I put up no title at all. Sometimes the irony is kind of cute, and sometimes the juxtaposition of the title and the subject matter is sort of interesting, but I find some nights that I spend more time debating over what to call the entry then I actually do Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-858743192002-12-11T22:41:00.000-05:002002-12-11T22:41:51.480-05:00#224 -
I'm a bit sleepy tonight and have very little to say, but I feel the urge to blog once more nonetheless. So bear with me (bear with me, bear me with, but be with me tonight) as it could quite possibly become a ramble. I've been stressing myself out unnecessarily for awhile now, mostly because of the windshield wiper on my car. Recap number one, go -
Last week I found myself brushing Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-857064182002-12-08T22:02:00.000-05:002002-12-08T22:02:54.826-05:00#223 - Ineptitude
Have I used that as a title before? It seems familiar, but then given the amount of time I've been referring to myself as 'socially inept,' I wouldn't be surprised at all that the term seems glaringly familiar as I write this. And really, I don't know how well the term exactly fits to the events of today, but it seemed like an easy place to start. Coming up with titles has Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-856678402002-12-08T00:24:00.000-05:002002-12-08T00:24:17.826-05:00#222 - Down With the Sickness
I feel like something is wrong with my lungs when I cough. It's probably nothing, but you know how it is with colds, particularly with men. We get whiny and insecure and weak and all sorts of other things, believing we're halfway in our deathbeds because of coughing and wheezing. I did find it unusual that when I blew my nose this morning there was blood, but Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-856241652002-12-06T22:58:00.000-05:002002-12-06T22:59:11.000-05:00#221 - Trivial
I have a friend who's very pushy. Thank the heavens it's someone I only know on the internet.
Long story short, he used to roleplay Suikoden with the group of us that played a couple of years ago on AOL. Good times were had with that RP, and everyone involved always tells me how much they miss it or would be willing to do it again from time to time. Truthfully, I've already Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-855691722002-12-05T21:07:00.000-05:002002-12-05T21:07:47.613-05:00#220 - What?
So, little known fact, I went out with Nicky on Wednesday. It really wasn't a date or anything of the sort, at least not to my knowledge, but we went to FSK mall. I was marginally worried that I would run into my father, the megabitch, or the spawn of the megabitch while I was there, but fortunately that didn't come to pass.
I'm sure we'll go up there again - the idea was to Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-853478892002-12-01T18:18:00.000-05:002002-12-01T18:18:20.843-05:00#219 - Risk
Life is too short for me to be playing this retarded game any longer. And by game, I'm not referring to the several-hour-a-day-marathons of Arc the Lad III I've had over the past couple days either. I'm referring to a game that I've done nothing but fail at considerably since the beginning of my own personal time.
The game of love.
And I haven't really failed in the way that mostDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-852409232002-11-29T00:27:00.000-05:002002-11-29T00:27:24.640-05:00#218 - Short Routine
So the past two days have gone by relatively quickly considering how little actually was accomplished. Wednesday was one of those days where I really couldn't start on anything. On some ends, it was my fault for sleeping in entirely too late and not really having a chance to sit down and start on anything until sometime after noon. Of course, this doesn't mean I actually Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-850381552002-11-24T23:39:00.000-05:002002-11-24T23:39:56.000-05:00#217 - Unproductive
A funny thing happened today.
Not really, but it seemed like an lame way to open a post.
It looks like my brother isn't planning on coming home again tonight. Here we are almost upon midnight and still nothing, to my knowledge (of course, the door's been shut, so I couldn't tell you for sure). This would make the second night in the past few days that he's told my mother Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-849782342002-11-23T14:36:00.000-05:002002-11-23T14:36:56.790-05:00#216 - Proclamation
Here now and forever I declare for myself that 2002 be known as The Year of Financial Downfall.
Now the obvious concession to everything I'm about to say is that it is true that I currently do not hold a full-time job, and that if I did, I'd probably have some extra cash on hand, but the fact of the matter is this - even with that extra money I'd still be making little or noDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-849563722002-11-22T23:28:00.000-05:002002-11-22T23:28:38.033-05:00#215 - The Kitten
The kitten is entirely too cute.
I haven't really gotten to tell the story about the new kitten as of yet, so tonight is as good of a night as any. This little thing is called Stormin' Norman (continuing my mother's penchant of using stupid names for pets, of course. Already I've taken to simply calling it Storm though - hey, I pleaded to have a chance to find a cool Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-847923242002-11-19T21:21:00.000-05:002002-11-19T21:28:53.000-05:00#214 - Kokoro
"I have so much...I long to ask you. But now...the chance is gone."
Sometimes you don't really know what to say. Sometimes you do, but a plethora of things prevent you from doing so.
Sometimes everything sort of happens at once, and you can only take a moment to reflect on what you should have said.
That being said, I'm a jackass. I don't really know what I'm doing, or what Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-846933142002-11-18T00:27:00.000-05:002002-11-18T00:27:21.893-05:00#213 - Write More
"Because Justine said so, and she's the only one who checks frequently enough for me to care."
It's getting cold again, and I loathe the cold really. For one, this season will inevitably bring me the usual four months of misery, mostly in the form of basically everything you see in a NyQuil commercial. Two, the likelihood of accidents or otherwise sudden destruction of my Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-846107652002-11-16T00:54:00.000-05:002002-11-16T00:55:12.000-05:00#212 - Musings
When The Old Words Inspire The New Ones
Today I bought more anime. To be precise, I bought the limited edition Fushigi Yugi - Eikoden DVD, but not entirely by choice -- we didn't actually receive any copies of the regular version. The pencilboards that came with it are cute, but certainly not worth the difference in price between the two. At least there's a bunch of different Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-842068232002-11-07T22:55:00.000-05:002002-11-16T00:21:26.000-05:00#211 - If You Were Here With Me
"You Could Feel The Way I Do Now"
Be warned. It's about to get out of control, and probably boring. It's a Dance Dance Revolution inspired blog, wasted thinkers.
I just happened to happen upon a piece about the very thing today that I was slightly disturbed by. Granted, it was a fluff hate piece designed pretty much solely to piss off fans of the game, or at Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-841467212002-11-06T20:47:00.000-05:002002-11-16T00:21:01.000-05:00#210 - Canta Per Me
"Sing For Me."
That's a fantastic song, by the way, the Canta Per Me from Noir.
Anyway, nothing much to discuss. The arcade where I work finally got a Dance Dance Revolution machine, so Will and I have been playing that. Really good times, and I seem to do much better in the arcade than I do at home for some reason. However, I've played entirely too much of it over the Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-838533512002-10-31T20:58:00.000-05:002002-10-31T20:58:03.776-05:00#209 - Two Steps Forward
"Figure Out The Rest Yourself."
So just as I got into the habit of blogging a bit more often than I had been for the previous...oh, seven months or some nonsense like that, the world decided to drop Suikoden III on me. As expected, and probably somewhat as planned, I basically shut my life down to play this game.
I was not disappointed.
Before I go on, I really Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-832754812002-10-20T22:16:00.000-04:002002-10-21T18:21:39.000-04:00#208 - Iron Chef Sakai
"Sometimes Titles Are Relatively Meaningless."
Sometimes I miss television, but most of the time when I'm at someone's house and I actually watch it with them, I'm actually giving myself a reason not to watch anymore.
Case in point: watching Tough Enough and the WWE Sunday Night Heat before the pay-per-view that never came through at Vince's house. There's something IDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-829420842002-10-13T21:31:00.000-04:002002-10-13T21:31:35.453-04:00#207 - Change
"Broken routines are not necessarily bad things."
I can't seem to fill the gaps.
Those little pieces of yourself that always feel empty. Sometimes I don't even know what it is I'm missing, I just know that I'm missing it. I'm also not sure how to fill them, or even where to look for the pieces to fill them.
I need change again.
I really hate change. I'm one of those people Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-827643032002-10-09T19:52:00.000-04:002002-10-09T19:52:10.696-04:00#206 - Nothing
Mild Rambling
We're in that random phase between two RPGs where I'm trying to not play newest one until I finish the older one. That phase kind of sucks for both ends; the older RPG ends up almost becoming a chore because I'm trying to finish it and move onto the next, and the new one then has both something more to live up to, or it collects dust. Let's face it, I could end up Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-826209312002-10-06T23:52:00.000-04:002002-10-06T23:52:36.746-04:00#205 - Comparisons
Most complain of not having anywhere to go - he complains of having too many destinations."
One thing I never seem to like very much is customization in my RPGs. I'm sure some of you are marginally familiar with what I'm referring to, but just in case I'll try to give it a short justification. In this case, I'm talking about the idea that characters can instantly learn Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-822802252002-09-29T16:04:00.000-04:002002-09-29T16:04:12.550-04:00#204 - Missed Opportunities
Who's lazy? I am, still.
Several days this week, I opened Blogger with the intent on writing another entry. In fact, several times outside of my house I reminded myself that I needed to return to just blogging in general and maybe staying away from all the heavy-hitting emotional nonsense that nine-point-seven out of ten couldn't give a crap about or really Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-818996412002-09-20T23:19:00.000-04:002002-09-20T23:19:05.450-04:00#203 - Change of Pace
What the hell?
I've really been sounding whiny on here lately. There's an obvious reason for this of course, as this blog is my real 'sounding off' board, where I can really just type out whatever it is I happen to be feeling, even if I change my mind about it a bit later. But lately, looking over the posts, it just doesn't seem like it's worth reading. Not that I have Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-817964822002-09-18T20:13:00.000-04:002002-09-18T20:14:14.000-04:00#202 - Asuka
"I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die..."
So I've been sort of secretly struggling with something for a little while now. A few months ago, I went to the Emergency Room to get something looked at, which I feared was going to be a Urinary Tract Infection. This is something I didn't really tell a lot of people about, so Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-814306372002-09-10T21:06:00.000-04:002002-09-10T21:06:33.000-04:00#201 - Enough
The sting of the mirror may be enough to finally cause you to turn away."
I should stop living in the past. Simple as that.
I really didn't have much else to say.
Don't be worried. I'm a lot stronger now than I was then. I'm going to make it in this world somehow, yet.
Yakusoku = Promise.
And that's pretty much all I had.
~DonDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-813416562002-09-09T00:11:00.000-04:002002-09-09T00:11:55.063-04:00#200 - Whine
"Might be the most popular person in the world, but they can still experience loneliness, and it can be just as painful."
I wonder why I'm so different from most of my friends sometimes, particularly the male ones. This isn't something I've just recently started with either, it's something I've wondered for quite a long time. It always leaves me feeling a bit lost, honestly, and Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-805871092002-08-22T18:18:00.000-04:002002-08-22T18:18:02.563-04:00#199 - Foreshadowing
"Sometimes a greater force sees a need to remind you of an impending failure just in time to prevent it."
While searching for MP3s today, I came upon a website belonging to a student somewhere in Michigan. As I looked through the list of random anime/J-pop MP3s he had for download there, I noticed that he had a link for his Journal. The link led to a journal he kept on hisDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-801099682002-08-11T17:23:00.000-04:002002-08-11T17:23:30.000-04:00#198 - Dream
"Was it all just a dream? Or maybe a vision...?"
I really should have typed this when I first got up, but like most dreams, you lose a firm grasp on the specifics as soon as your eyes open anyway. It was one of those dreams that felt so real with the exception of the way time passed, I could have believed it was really happening. Even then, whilst dreaming it, it was difficult toDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-800553052002-08-10T00:22:00.000-04:002002-08-10T00:24:51.000-04:00#197 - Illness
"You can bang your head into the desk as many times as you want, but it's not going to clear your sinuses."
Tonight's one of those nights that I write just for the sake of writing something. I've been dealing with sickness all week and it's been a rather unpleasant ride whenever I'm home, but I've been strangely active and somehow ignoring it when I'm doing so. I guess this Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-796251762002-07-30T23:59:00.000-04:002002-07-30T23:59:08.590-04:00#196 - Post-Otakon Depression
"It's Sort Of Like Breaking An Internet Addiction."
Otakon was a really good con this year. Though I did not spend a lot of time with the group I went with as a whole, the experience itself was once again that of greatness, making me wish that I went to more conventions. This could be easily rectified if I learn to relax even more on my Dealer's Room spendings - Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-793331392002-07-24T00:54:00.000-04:002002-07-24T00:54:48.490-04:00#195 - War
"When the world outside is silent, it becomes impossible to quiet the world inside."
As much as I loathe working, I find myself lately wishing I worked more. Perhaps all the time. Weekday days off are like that; no one's around, and there's really nothing to do. Still, as of late, I'm finding it somewhat difficult to do so much as crack a smile when I'm here alone.
I can't quiteDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-792428692002-07-22T00:42:00.000-04:002002-07-22T00:42:25.016-04:00#194 - Pre-Otakon
"Once A Year, The Chosen Ones Flock To A Temporary Mecca Where Only They Are Welcome."
So begins what can be called both a "Week of Great Justice" and a "Week of Great Stress." It's not that the week is particularly busy with me only working two days ( really not liking my boss ) so much as it's a week of mounting enthusiasm about the weekend to come. Weekends are usually Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-791333982002-07-18T23:32:00.000-04:002002-07-18T23:32:56.343-04:00#193 - Forgotten
Memories Move Just Like The River Of Time. Only Time Moves Faster, But Memories Still Follow Suit."
I'm beginning to think it's time to relinquish any hope of ever talking to Gina again. I honestly do not know what the woman's problem is. I know she is a very busy lady with work, school, and her child, but I see her online all the time. I even open up the Yahoo Messenger andDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-786278052002-07-06T17:52:00.000-04:002002-07-06T17:52:50.000-04:00#192 - Notices
"Sometimes the eye is blind to the most obvious of things, and requires other senses to reveal what should be plainly seen."
For one, ever notice that no matter how much they say they will, some people never change? I think I'm getting to the point where I'll be giving up on some of them, finally. You know, I give myself enough to think about with ailing health concerns and suchDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-776366962002-06-11T22:56:00.000-04:002002-06-11T22:57:10.000-04:00#191 - Book This!
Weaved words flowing soundly;textual melodies relaxing to the eye."
It's been awhile, and I've kept myself somewhat busy since the last time I even entered anything into this blog. I suppose what I really need to do is to sit down more and just type to see what comes out. Such is the case with tonight, because I desperately need to type something, and everything I've done so Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-768002802002-05-21T11:15:00.000-04:002002-05-21T12:12:54.000-04:00#190 - Oro?
What the crap?!
Short entry today, because every time I try to see my blog, I get "Page Not Found."
What the crap is that?
I don't know. Hopefully it will show up later.
~DonDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-767831912002-05-20T23:07:00.000-04:002002-05-20T23:07:54.990-04:00#189 - Get Over
Time Passes Quickly, Leaving Only Memories In It's Wake."
Mild apologies for what I wrote yesterday. Sometimes emotions are difficult to contain, and when they are and you try to express them, they often come out in ways that are almost completely different from what you intended to say in the first place. Once the blabbering begins, it's difficult to stop.
Before I go any Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-767459452002-05-20T00:25:00.000-04:002002-05-20T00:25:40.000-04:00#188 - Unrequited
"She Just Doesn't Understand. You've Got Plenty To Offer."
It seems like a long time ago, but for my last year of High School, I was actually on the Yearbook Committee. Actually, it was only the group that did the end of the year supplement. I didn't enjoy the class very much, and when I got a call a few days after I graduated telling me that I needed to come in to finish upDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-762488422002-05-07T00:00:00.000-04:002002-05-07T00:00:21.143-04:00#187 - Reflection
"The Boy Stared Back In Hatred..."
I suppose that I really need to call my father. It has been a few weeks, and I still have not returned to pick up the rest of my things. In fact, besides replying to an e-mail that he sent me, I've had absolutely no communication with him whatsoever since I left what I considered to be that awful place.
And truth be told, no matter howDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-761034532002-05-02T22:19:00.000-04:002002-05-02T22:20:11.000-04:00#186 - Problem Solved
Yesterday, I couldn't get my last entry to publish to save my life.
Today, it went in two seconds.
I don't care all that much as long as it gets up there.
I had some intelligent points to make tonight, but I have almost no energy nor the desire to bother typing them up again. But everything's going well so far as I can tell, at least with me personally. The rest of theDonbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081252.post-760650742002-05-01T23:16:00.000-04:002002-05-01T23:20:12.000-04:00#185 - Gotta Read 'Em All!
Today, my mother brought home an entertainment center. It's much smaller than the one my father bought for me as a present not so long ago, which is good, because this room is somewhat small. It seemed like kind of a waste of money at first, only because I had one already, but upon further review I actually think buying a new desk and entertainment center is a good Donbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262562220567007207noreply@blogger.com0