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Classes Start Today!

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Subject: Classes Start Today!

Date: Monday 8/28/06 1:59:00 AM

I only have one class on Mondays though, but it’ll be great to get back into the swing of things (and it was so good to see most of my friends at the BBQ yesterday)…there’s a hot, hot, hot new guy from the Middle East…and I knew as soon as I looked up and saw him, and I walked up to him, introduced myself and *BAM* there was a hot guy with a hot accent…now…we just need a gay one…I know they exist.

Speaking of, let’s just address something for a moment, shall we.

People who tell me to lower my standards really piss me the hell off. Let me be perfectly clear on this, if I say I plan on dating an underwear model with one or two or a few Ph.Ds, an amazing personality and who knows how to fix cars but is actually really down to earth and mellow and just happens to love standard poodles…guess what, I have full faith in myself that I’ll be able to find him, not have to compromise on looks or personality, and date him.

Will I find him immediately? No, probably not…at some point, Yes (that is, unless somewhere on the hunt, something better or novel comes my way)…of course finding a hot, middle eastern, underwear model, with one Ph.D. an amazing personality who knows how to fix cars, likes standard poodles and is somewhere between six foot and six foot nine might seem difficult (I don’t actually know if they have underwear models in the middle east so we can just put that as a potential profession)…and there are SOME things you can compromise on (like okay, so they don’t have to be Middle Eastern…just tan or olive skin), but what I’m getting at is that people who are hot and/or who are celebrities date people all the time (they’re not robots…well, most of them) and they have to date someone: if they have an award winning personality and aren’t a complete fuckwit (see: Tom Cruise, Mel Gibson, et. al) why not you? You’re worth it folks! You’re the only you, live it up!

Oh, and in all seriousness here are the schools I’m applying to for Grad School (thus far). I’ve decided to go for my Masters before my Ph.D. (the longer I can drag this out, the better) that said:

1. University at Buffalo (I really do love it here)

2. University of North Carolina: Chapel Hill (I have some ins, some recommendations from people down there who taught at the university and want me to go there and are influential there and I think it might be a really neat change…I don’t know if I’m ready for The South and I don’t know if The South is ready for me but I do think it would be a great way to dispel a lot of the stereotypes that I’ve grown up with as a Northerner and/or Damn Yankee and see some cool stuff).

3. Harvard (Yes, Yes I really *DO* have those kind of balls). Do I think I can get in, you know what…I’ve done a lot of stuff that other people haven’t that’s…well, very different…not that I could afford it if I got in, I just think it’d be REALLY neat to hang the acceptance letter on the wall.

If I get rejected, I may chuckle to myself…and then go get that sucker laminated, matted and framed, as a memento to hang on my wall (I have a weird and twisted sense of humor). I’ll hang it up right next to the Nobel Peace Prize and the Pulitzer I’m expecting later on in life and be like “well well, shows what they knew” – you think I’m kidding…I’m not…I’ve even picked out the frame and matting for when the letter comes.

If I got accepted though, I think I’d laugh…hard…then update LJ…then call Mom…then laugh harder.

Anyways, time to make some Rice Pilaf for lunch tomorrow, then bed =D

Peace.

open pasture

Classes Start Today!

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Subject: Classes Start Today!

Date: Monday 8/28/06 1:59:00 AM

I only have one class on Mondays though, but it’ll be great to get back into the swing of things (and it was so good to see most of my friends at the BBQ yesterday)…there’s a hot, hot, hot new guy from the Middle East…and I knew as soon as I looked up and saw him, and I walked up to him, introduced myself and *BAM* there was a hot guy with a hot accent…now…we just need a gay one…I know they exist.

Speaking of, let’s just address something for a moment, shall we.

People who tell me to lower my standards really piss me the hell off. Let me be perfectly clear on this, if I say I plan on dating an underwear model with one or two or a few Ph.Ds, an amazing personality and who knows how to fix cars but is actually really down to earth and mellow and just happens to love standard poodles…guess what, I have full faith in myself that I’ll be able to find him, not have to compromise on looks or personality, and date him.

Will I find him immediately? No, probably not…at some point, Yes (that is, unless somewhere on the hunt, something better or novel comes my way)…of course finding a hot, middle eastern, underwear model, with one Ph.D. an amazing personality who knows how to fix cars, likes standard poodles and is somewhere between six foot and six foot nine might seem difficult (I don’t actually know if they have underwear models in the middle east so we can just put that as a potential profession)…and there are SOME things you can compromise on (like okay, so they don’t have to be Middle Eastern…just tan or olive skin), but what I’m getting at is that people who are hot and/or who are celebrities date people all the time (they’re not robots…well, most of them) and they have to date someone: if they have an award winning personality and aren’t a complete fuckwit (see: Tom Cruise, Mel Gibson, et. al) why not you? You’re worth it folks! You’re the only you, live it up!

Oh, and in all seriousness here are the schools I’m applying to for Grad School (thus far). I’ve decided to go for my Masters before my Ph.D. (the longer I can drag this out, the better) that said:

1. University at Buffalo (I really do love it here)

2. University of North Carolina: Chapel Hill (I have some ins, some recommendations from people down there who taught at the university and want me to go there and are influential there and I think it might be a really neat change…I don’t know if I’m ready for The South and I don’t know if The South is ready for me but I do think it would be a great way to dispel a lot of the stereotypes that I’ve grown up with as a Northerner and/or Damn Yankee and see some cool stuff).

3. Harvard (Yes, Yes I really *DO* have those kind of balls). Do I think I can get in, you know what…I’ve done a lot of stuff that other people haven’t that’s…well, very different…not that I could afford it if I got in, I just think it’d be REALLY neat to hang the acceptance letter on the wall.

If I get rejected, I may chuckle to myself…and then go get that sucker laminated, matted and framed, as a memento to hang on my wall (I have a weird and twisted sense of humor). I’ll hang it up right next to the Nobel Peace Prize and the Pulitzer I’m expecting later on in life and be like “well well, shows what they knew” – you think I’m kidding…I’m not…I’ve even picked out the frame and matting for when the letter comes.

If I got accepted though, I think I’d laugh…hard…then update LJ…then call Mom…then laugh harder.

Anyways, time to make some Rice Pilaf for lunch tomorrow, then bed =D

Peace.

open pasture

About to hit the Hay

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Subject: About to hit the Hay

Date: Sunday 8/27/06 4:26:00 AM

I have a BBQ at 3:00PM so I need to hit the hay soon buuuut

Christie (gryvon) can you please make an attempt to stop by sometime this week so I can give you a pile of Computer/Programming/HTML books? I sort of need the shelf space and you could use them (or, actually know what they’re for) better than I. If you don’t want them, let me know and I’ll chuck ’em/donate ’em.

Parox (parox) – Update your Journal man…let us know what’s good in the hood…the guy who checked me in at the airport today looked like your cousin or brother.

Um, I have a bunch of other stuff to say…but right now, my brain is concentrated on three things: Food, Sex, Sleep…so I’m gunna go handle that and I’ll catch up with everyone tomorrow after the BBQ.

open pasture

About to hit the Hay

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Subject: About to hit the Hay

Date: Sunday 8/27/06 4:26:00 AM

I have a BBQ at 3:00PM so I need to hit the hay soon buuuut

Christie (gryvon) can you please make an attempt to stop by sometime this week so I can give you a pile of Computer/Programming/HTML books? I sort of need the shelf space and you could use them (or, actually know what they’re for) better than I. If you don’t want them, let me know and I’ll chuck ’em/donate ’em.

Parox (parox) – Update your Journal man…let us know what’s good in the hood…the guy who checked me in at the airport today looked like your cousin or brother.

Um, I have a bunch of other stuff to say…but right now, my brain is concentrated on three things: Food, Sex, Sleep…so I’m gunna go handle that and I’ll catch up with everyone tomorrow after the BBQ.

open pasture

Wow, talk about a blast from the past

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Subject: Wow, talk about a blast from the past

Date: Sunday 8/27/06 2:48:00 AM

I found the paper I wrote for Sorin entitled:

Bondage/Domination, Domination/Submission, Sadism/Masochism (BDSM) in Kafka’s In The Penal Colony

It was an okay paper, B+, no Citations used (I cited my life experience, actually, now that I look through it, and the text I was talking about).

I’m so happy right now, I’ll explain later.

open pasture

Wow, talk about a blast from the past

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Subject: Wow, talk about a blast from the past

Date: Sunday 8/27/06 2:48:00 AM

I found the paper I wrote for Sorin entitled:

Bondage/Domination, Domination/Submission, Sadism/Masochism (BDSM) in Kafka’s In The Penal Colony

It was an okay paper, B+, no Citations used (I cited my life experience, actually, now that I look through it, and the text I was talking about).

I’m so happy right now, I’ll explain later.

open pasture

An Update

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Subject: An Update

Date: Saturday 8/26/06 5:23:00 AM

Thou shall honor thy mother and thy father

My religious beliefs are interesting, I’m a Polytheistic Monotheist – in that I think that all Gods that people worship are of one power-source (the same non-gendered or polygendered ‘God/Goddess/Being’ under a thousand different names) and the same ethereal thing, and I manifest that belief in the faith of my people and express it through Judaism (which is why my Rabbi understands perfectly well why I was the President of the Pagan Student Association), plus I leave room for all possibilities. I think it must suck to be all knowing…I don’t know how I’d live with no room for discovery, as it is I think there’s too little blank space on the map.

So that said, I have numerous documents to turn to when I have questions about what the correct or the moral thing is to do. Where I see what is commanded and balance that with modern day Science & Anthropology and Medicine. In the entire Torah we are commanded to honor our parents; which is taken to mean that we take care of them when they are sick, and when they are elderly, like they took care of us when we were sick or when we were children. However, no where in the entire Torah does it say we have to Love our parents.

Love is a gift that the child can choose to Bestow on their parent or parents. I can’t love a verbally abusive, emotionally distant asshole. I’m not a fool. I read my fathers response to my letter and 95% of the letter didn’t address anything and was him rambling and the 5% of the letter that remotely addressed anything I wrote was inflammatory and inconsequential, it touched on things only to delve back into an area of canon fodder. He missed the entire point and tried to play things off with rose colored hindsight, like “clearly I was to immature to understand the lesson he was trying to teach me.” Somehow, I don’t think that’s the case…somehow, I think that when you were bitching, it was to bitch.

I told him he was walking a fine line and he crossed it.

I’ll be home for Thanksgiving because that’s my Mom’s favorite holiday (mine is the Kol Nidrei service)…and that’s it. He’ll see me once a year; I don’t want him at my wedding when I’m getting married (not if, but when) and I can think of quite a few people more deserving, who helped me get there, who can get the ticket I was holding for him to see me walk at Graduation. He’s not getting introduced to whomever I’m dating. I won’t speak to him on the phone because he can’t control himself and when he’s old (providing he doesn’t give himself a heart attack before then) I’ll make sure he’s cared for, but he can count visits out. Trips to Vermont with him are done, and if I have to take a few years off to work (and there is no job that’s beneath me, my Grandparents called even the most menial jobs opportunity and so do I) before I can pay for Grad School, that’s fine by me. If I have to sell my possessions to travel where it is that I know I need to go, so be it. I have complete faith in myself to do what I need to do. I have no doubt, at all, that I’ll make it.

I’ll honor him. but I don’t love him; I’ve been done with that for a long time. This entire month has had the emotional weight of a breakup (which normally, for me, doesn’t carry too much emotional weight – though I credit that with the fact that I haven’t fallen head over heels for a guy yet) and now we’ve fallen out and now that I’m done with it, I just don’t feel anything for him, though I’m still angry at him for his actions that will subside as I move into my usual schedule and don’t have to deal with him daily as I’ve been doing in close proximity for the past three weeks.

It’s done. He’s made his choice, and I’ve made mine. I’m choosing to live a life we’re I’m surrounded by friends that I care deeply about, where we celebrate and rejoice, the only way to express it, is that I choose to live.

Oseh Chaiyim

Mom

Mom is currently resting and watching DVDs. It’ll take six weeks to heal; but she’s hanging in there and being a trooper.

Hebrew III, Arabic III

I registered for Hebrew III again today…yes…I’m a masochist, but at this point, even if the instruction just sucks (which believe me, it does) I’d rather have sucky instruction than no instruction. I’ve also ordered Rosetta Stone Hebrew to supplement what little instruction I do get.

I really can’t wait for Arabic to start up again…there’s 19 of us in the Class…this will be our Third semester together, I’m excited.

Sex Dreams

So today, JUST as I was getting into the hot and heavy in a wonderful sex dream, the phone goes off. Honest to god…I have met the Devil…his name is Murphy and he was a legislature. It was going to be such a hot scene too, I could just tell and then RING!

Pokémon is Serious Business!

So I’m really loving the new Pokémon Emerald version (and the GBA Micro is a very nice unit to game on). Its nice to have a change of characters and geography in the RPG but still keep the basic story line and game play (though I can’t help but notice how gendered the game is). Hard to imagine, but I’ve been playing Pokémon for ten years…that means I started playing, when I was…like, eleven…wow.

I was serious about that working out

First and foremost, this baby is on it’s way to me:

No, its not a bullet proof vest. It’s an 84Lb weighted training vest. Can’t wait. I used to have a 20 pounder but it just didn’t fit the bill (too light). Can’t wait to run suicides…if you’ve never run them, go to a High School gym teacher and have them show you how; once you get used to them, they’re actually fun. I’m a big fan of any work out I can do either in my apartment or on a field or in the snow…I tend to avoid gyms (other than home gyms) in all honesty, I’d have no problem being in a gym…if I looked GOOD in the gym…like, as soon as I have that six pack, I’m there. I’ll go three times a week, I’ll even get a few cute gym outfits. Until then, I’ll stick to field work.

“Couldn’t you just try…not being a mutant?”

So I saw X3…honestly, a Ménage à trois between Cyclops and Wolverine would be the hottest thing ever. Though, if I had to choose I think I’d pick Cyclops…much better stubble. It was a neat allegory for the LGBT Rights Movement. I’m curious to see where (if anywhere) they’re going to go with it (since they certainly left room for a sequel); I certainly don’t think they’ve resolved everything.

Buffalo Landing

I’m flying back to the B-Lo today, couldn’t come soon enough.

Okay, sleep all.

G’night.

open pasture

An Update

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Subject: An Update

Date: Saturday 8/26/06 5:23:00 AM

Thou shall honor thy mother and thy father

My religious beliefs are interesting, I’m a Polytheistic Monotheist – in that I think that all Gods that people worship are of one power-source (the same non-gendered or polygendered ‘God/Goddess/Being’ under a thousand different names) and the same ethereal thing, and I manifest that belief in the faith of my people and express it through Judaism (which is why my Rabbi understands perfectly well why I was the President of the Pagan Student Association), plus I leave room for all possibilities. I think it must suck to be all knowing…I don’t know how I’d live with no room for discovery, as it is I think there’s too little blank space on the map.

So that said, I have numerous documents to turn to when I have questions about what the correct or the moral thing is to do. Where I see what is commanded and balance that with modern day Science & Anthropology and Medicine. In the entire Torah we are commanded to honor our parents; which is taken to mean that we take care of them when they are sick, and when they are elderly, like they took care of us when we were sick or when we were children. However, no where in the entire Torah does it say we have to Love our parents.

Love is a gift that the child can choose to Bestow on their parent or parents. I can’t love a verbally abusive, emotionally distant asshole. I’m not a fool. I read my fathers response to my letter and 95% of the letter didn’t address anything and was him rambling and the 5% of the letter that remotely addressed anything I wrote was inflammatory and inconsequential, it touched on things only to delve back into an area of canon fodder. He missed the entire point and tried to play things off with rose colored hindsight, like “clearly I was to immature to understand the lesson he was trying to teach me.” Somehow, I don’t think that’s the case…somehow, I think that when you were bitching, it was to bitch.

I told him he was walking a fine line and he crossed it.

I’ll be home for Thanksgiving because that’s my Mom’s favorite holiday (mine is the Kol Nidrei service)…and that’s it. He’ll see me once a year; I don’t want him at my wedding when I’m getting married (not if, but when) and I can think of quite a few people more deserving, who helped me get there, who can get the ticket I was holding for him to see me walk at Graduation. He’s not getting introduced to whomever I’m dating. I won’t speak to him on the phone because he can’t control himself and when he’s old (providing he doesn’t give himself a heart attack before then) I’ll make sure he’s cared for, but he can count visits out. Trips to Vermont with him are done, and if I have to take a few years off to work (and there is no job that’s beneath me, my Grandparents called even the most menial jobs opportunity and so do I) before I can pay for Grad School, that’s fine by me. If I have to sell my possessions to travel where it is that I know I need to go, so be it. I have complete faith in myself to do what I need to do. I have no doubt, at all, that I’ll make it.

I’ll honor him. but I don’t love him; I’ve been done with that for a long time. This entire month has had the emotional weight of a breakup (which normally, for me, doesn’t carry too much emotional weight – though I credit that with the fact that I haven’t fallen head over heels for a guy yet) and now we’ve fallen out and now that I’m done with it, I just don’t feel anything for him, though I’m still angry at him for his actions that will subside as I move into my usual schedule and don’t have to deal with him daily as I’ve been doing in close proximity for the past three weeks.

It’s done. He’s made his choice, and I’ve made mine. I’m choosing to live a life we’re I’m surrounded by friends that I care deeply about, where we celebrate and rejoice, the only way to express it, is that I choose to live.

Oseh Chaiyim

Mom

Mom is currently resting and watching DVDs. It’ll take six weeks to heal; but she’s hanging in there and being a trooper.

Hebrew III, Arabic III

I registered for Hebrew III again today…yes…I’m a masochist, but at this point, even if the instruction just sucks (which believe me, it does) I’d rather have sucky instruction than no instruction. I’ve also ordered Rosetta Stone Hebrew to supplement what little instruction I do get.

I really can’t wait for Arabic to start up again…there’s 19 of us in the Class…this will be our Third semester together, I’m excited.

Sex Dreams

So today, JUST as I was getting into the hot and heavy in a wonderful sex dream, the phone goes off. Honest to god…I have met the Devil…his name is Murphy and he was a legislature. It was going to be such a hot scene too, I could just tell and then RING!

Pokémon is Serious Business!

So I’m really loving the new Pokémon Emerald version (and the GBA Micro is a very nice unit to game on). Its nice to have a change of characters and geography in the RPG but still keep the basic story line and game play (though I can’t help but notice how gendered the game is). Hard to imagine, but I’ve been playing Pokémon for ten years…that means I started playing, when I was…like, eleven…wow.

I was serious about that working out

First and foremost, this baby is on it’s way to me:

No, its not a bullet proof vest. It’s an 84Lb weighted training vest. Can’t wait. I used to have a 20 pounder but it just didn’t fit the bill (too light). Can’t wait to run suicides…if you’ve never run them, go to a High School gym teacher and have them show you how; once you get used to them, they’re actually fun. I’m a big fan of any work out I can do either in my apartment or on a field or in the snow…I tend to avoid gyms (other than home gyms) in all honesty, I’d have no problem being in a gym…if I looked GOOD in the gym…like, as soon as I have that six pack, I’m there. I’ll go three times a week, I’ll even get a few cute gym outfits. Until then, I’ll stick to field work.

“Couldn’t you just try…not being a mutant?”

So I saw X3…honestly, a Ménage à trois between Cyclops and Wolverine would be the hottest thing ever. Though, if I had to choose I think I’d pick Cyclops…much better stubble. It was a neat allegory for the LGBT Rights Movement. I’m curious to see where (if anywhere) they’re going to go with it (since they certainly left room for a sequel); I certainly don’t think they’ve resolved everything.

Buffalo Landing

I’m flying back to the B-Lo today, couldn’t come soon enough.

Okay, sleep all.

G’night.

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