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Name: chris
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Rockford
Interests: photography, video editing, hangin out with friends, spelling my name backwards
Expertise: being dumped by pretty girls, being awkward around girls that i think are pretty, blowing things off to hang out with friends, sleeping through my alarm clock, ebonics, being awkward when complimented and getting presents, wasting time.
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/11/2004
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| Ok, so maybe not just beer, but alchohol in general. Let's not all get
freaked out and think that I'm becoming an alcoholic after being of age
for all of 7 days. It's not so much that I even like the taste that
much, though I am beginning to acquire a taste for it. Its more
the number of quality conversations that alchohol has brought about.
Maybe this is why wine was always present at Jesus gatherings. Or maybe
I'm sacreligious.. though I'm pretty sure I hate "religous people"
anyway. Sorry, that's a topic for another day.
Anyways, tonight I had a great conversation with Paul Prather. He
bought me my first Guiness. I saved my first Guiness for Paul like I'm
saving sex for my eventual wife. I liked guiness more than any other
beer I've had so far in my VAST experience. It's always great to talk
with Paul and be challenged in my questions and way of thinking. If you
want to hear more about what we were talking about.. TOO BAD. It's too
much to write on xanga.
One thing our conversation brought to mind is how rushed I've been over
the last year of my life. I have constantly been looking for ways to
move on to the next thing or find a new person to talk to. I've had a
difficult time being present in the situation I'm in. It hasn't been a
concious thing... I think it's mostly been out of the lack of spiritual
stimulation in my life. I've had nothing very important to say lately,
and I'm the type that doesn't really like to start a conversation
unless it's going to be meaningful. So if you've felt at all awkward
around me, know that it's because I'm trying to figure out who I am,
not because you smell funny (unless your Matt Vaudrey.... man dude you
should shower more often!)
Anyways. I'm off to merge for a week starting saturday. It should be a
good time. It's a confrence that used to be called SEMP. I'm helping
with production (meaning making videos and taking pictures). Mark
Novelli and Kelly Dolan are producing it and I'll be working with the
likes of Graham Shepherd, Kevin Parker, Brandon Grissom, Nate and Steve
Yaccino, Katie Vaudrey... a pretty sweet group if you ask me.
We've been working on this thing called the merge monkey, so just
imagin everything i've said here in his voice. That's how i've been
picturing it.
Anyways.. peace out cow folks
Bowman
Oh.. P.S. Matt acutally showers 3-4 times as often as I do.
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| So tonight was fun and interesting.
I met this guy Json in my photo class that I am taking in my 4 week may
semester. We hung out a lot while we were on our class field trip up in
Yosemite and became friends. Tonight, for the second out of the last 3
nights, we went to his house to smoke hookah. I was accompanied by Matt
Vaudrey and my other roomate Sam Prince (like the pop-star.) When we
got to Json's house, we decided to play a little texas hold'em while we
smoked.
A little interesting fact.. I work at University Relations, which is
the place that design's everything for APU. One of my bosses happens to
live with Json. His name is Brian, he's probably between 24 and 26 and
always seemed like a pretty cool guy. So Brian decided to play poker
with us and ended up sitting across from me. I wasn't sure how to feel
about this because i've never really been around Brian outside of work.
But what the hell right?
I was a little nervous cus poker nights with the guys usually involve
some interesting guy topics, and let's just say my mind has a pretty
good time hanging out in the gutter... especially when i'm around
Vaudrey. So I kept my mouth shut as much as possible and tried to stay
out of trouble and not say anything that would make one of my bosses at
work think I'm a punk kid... until I heard him drop the f-bomb when I
took a bunch of his money.
After that pretty much everthing was fair game. Hopefully this will make the work environment a little more fun.
I ended up taking home all of Wash's money... except for that which he lent to sam. so all in all it was a good night.
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| Alright.. so I haven't been updating my xanga very often. I still
read your's, I just don't feel like writing my life story lately.
Maybe this summer.
Most of my time has been taken up by making my website. Check it
out if you want.. but make sure you click the link at the intro page to
download flash 8, otherwise you'll be frustrated when you can't see
anything.
WEBSITE
School is done on something like May 3rd, but I'll be back in the
Chicago area around the 7th of June because I am staying out here for a
short summer term. I'm taking a photo class because I am trying
to get an emphasis in photography for my Graphic design major. We
are going up to Yosemite for a week and staying in a cabin which should
be a lot of fun.
Well, more for another night... I'm hittin the hay!
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| I think it's quite possible that the only times I have felt extreme
emotion in the last year is when I have thought about Laurie. By
this, I mean that I have only cried when I have thought about
her. I think I could recount every time I've cried in the last
year. where I was sitting, what I was doing, the thought's going
through my head.
I cried tonight.
I talked with a friend from home and for some reason in the
conversation, I realized that I've avoided my emotions for the last
year. I've been realizing this for almost 2 months now.. tonight
was just another step in that.
I'm going to be in Chicago this weekend. I haven't been to the
Lake since she died. I went to Navy pier once but I avoided
looking at it or thinking about her with ever ounce of my being.
Maybe God is trying to continue this process that I've been so
unwilling to continue. I think I still don't want to believe that
she's gone.
I still can't erase her number from my phone.
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