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Because the first one isn't a LJ
Created on 2003-12-05 02:34:26 (#1509461), never updated
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| Name: | Chris |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 07-23 |
| Location: | Gilbert, Arizona, United States |
| Website: | Originality Is Overrated |
To tell the story of the person whom I am, you need to "experience" me firsthand. I tend to keep people entertained, at least as well as I can perceive. I'm a little bit outside of the bounds of what is generally considered to be "normal", and sometimes moreso. Almost always, this is controlled, and done to illicit a reaction. Sometimes its because I'm bored, and want to see what happens. Some people understand that, for the others, I can offer no explanation.
I'm an interesting person. I've been called worse, but I tend to think I'm rather engaging, and generally fun. Sometimes I tend to be more caustic than I really should be; I jump to the most sarcastic, (hopefully) witty remark I can, and that sometimes gives off the impression of a level of "meanness" that I don't want to be known for. For that, forgive me.
I'm something of a hopeless romantic. I love nothing more than to bring pleasure, laughter, or a just plain-old good feeling to the girl, the acting object of my desire. I love the feeling of making her laugh, stealing a smile from her in a moment's time. I'm more outgoing in certain respects regarding that than most people would think. In my heart, I really only want to make her happy. Now, to find a "her"...
I write because I want to remember. I want to remember the thoughts I've had about someone, or the feelings I experienced after this event, or that milestone, and the like. I write about things I want to forget. I write, because I fear that if I don't, these memories won't preserve themselves. I write more for myself than anything else. If the quality of my writings, and the contents herein don't meet your expectations, that's because I'm not aiming to meet your expectations. I write, because I want to know how I got here, and what I felt along the way. I write, because sometimes its the only way I can prevent certain histories from repeating themselves, and because its the only way I can remember exactly how other certain histories felt, and have a smile delivered to my face, care of those experiences, that would normally be lost.
I spend a great deal of my free time with my friends. I have a lot of friends that care for me, especially within a tightly-knit group with whom I spend the bulk of my free time. We get along well, and our friendship transcends any small issues that normally plague friends of ages both above and below ours. We lack the ability to let the little things cause rifts that they shouldn't, and try to act as proportionate to things as possible, by in large.
I spend an equally large amount of my spare time thinking. Instead, I know I should be writing, but I find myself thinking, instead. I try to think at a somewhat deep level... I remove myself from the situations I'm buried in, and exmaine them objectively. I look at life objectively, and remember that its short. I remember to enjoy my life, and to not get hung up on the small issues that seem to drag down so many people so often.
I enjoy listening to people's problems, and offering whatever consel I can. I sometimes feel as if I grab one too many pennies from the "problems?" plate, and that I should return the favor more often.
I have many flaws. I see these in myself, but I try to work on them. Sometimes, I need more encouragement than I like to admit. I know that everything has a degree of "temporaryism" and can be overcome or altered to work for the best.
I am more stoic online than I am in person. I am not this "uptight" or boring, but I am writing with a sense of timelessness, as I mentioned. I am writing for a future generation of me. Forgive me.
I'm an interesting person. I've been called worse, but I tend to think I'm rather engaging, and generally fun. Sometimes I tend to be more caustic than I really should be; I jump to the most sarcastic, (hopefully) witty remark I can, and that sometimes gives off the impression of a level of "meanness" that I don't want to be known for. For that, forgive me.
I'm something of a hopeless romantic. I love nothing more than to bring pleasure, laughter, or a just plain-old good feeling to the girl, the acting object of my desire. I love the feeling of making her laugh, stealing a smile from her in a moment's time. I'm more outgoing in certain respects regarding that than most people would think. In my heart, I really only want to make her happy. Now, to find a "her"...
I write because I want to remember. I want to remember the thoughts I've had about someone, or the feelings I experienced after this event, or that milestone, and the like. I write about things I want to forget. I write, because I fear that if I don't, these memories won't preserve themselves. I write more for myself than anything else. If the quality of my writings, and the contents herein don't meet your expectations, that's because I'm not aiming to meet your expectations. I write, because I want to know how I got here, and what I felt along the way. I write, because sometimes its the only way I can prevent certain histories from repeating themselves, and because its the only way I can remember exactly how other certain histories felt, and have a smile delivered to my face, care of those experiences, that would normally be lost.
I spend a great deal of my free time with my friends. I have a lot of friends that care for me, especially within a tightly-knit group with whom I spend the bulk of my free time. We get along well, and our friendship transcends any small issues that normally plague friends of ages both above and below ours. We lack the ability to let the little things cause rifts that they shouldn't, and try to act as proportionate to things as possible, by in large.
I spend an equally large amount of my spare time thinking. Instead, I know I should be writing, but I find myself thinking, instead. I try to think at a somewhat deep level... I remove myself from the situations I'm buried in, and exmaine them objectively. I look at life objectively, and remember that its short. I remember to enjoy my life, and to not get hung up on the small issues that seem to drag down so many people so often.
I enjoy listening to people's problems, and offering whatever consel I can. I sometimes feel as if I grab one too many pennies from the "problems?" plate, and that I should return the favor more often.
I have many flaws. I see these in myself, but I try to work on them. Sometimes, I need more encouragement than I like to admit. I know that everything has a degree of "temporaryism" and can be overcome or altered to work for the best.
I am more stoic online than I am in person. I am not this "uptight" or boring, but I am writing with a sense of timelessness, as I mentioned. I am writing for a future generation of me. Forgive me.
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arizona state university, coding, corresponding, drumming, et cetera..., fulfilling curiosity, good food, graphic design, human interaction, learning about everything, learning guitar, listening to music, meeting new people, movies, photography (sorta), php, pretending to sing, reading, sleeping, spending time with friends, traveling, web development, writing, writing articles, writing drama, writing humor, writing poetry, writing satire, writing short stories
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