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Name: Chris
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 10/24/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: Watching Anime
Listening to good music (Most all kinds from all countries)
Reading books
Reading Manga (Thank goodness for dictionaries!)
Computer Gaming
Other things that don't come to mind
Expertise: Wasting time
Finding the most laaaazy way to do something
Not reading directions
Writing large papers in one sitting
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
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AIM:  Chippy94
MSN: ckeyashian@hotmail.com
Member Since:
5/28/2003
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| Self Destruction is definitely an art form; in fact, like a great painting, a proper death takes years of preparation. Smoking, is a beautiful brilliant stroke of the paintbrush, and I respect it, but lately, as I go out with my cousins, or go to clubs, I feel a horrible urge to help smokers along the path to their deaths by committing grisly acts of murder.
It appears that somewhere near 80 percent of the youth in this country smokes cigarettes and when you're in a club with bad ventilation, this means watering eyes and constant coughing for the non smokers. Lately, I've grown truly disgusted with the filthy habit. When I was back in DC it didn't bother me all that much when one of my friends smoked, but here where there is no where to go for air, I've been getting increasingly frustrated. Last night we went out to a pretty cool club that had an atrium and was open to beach at its rear. In the beginning we started drinking at their outside bar and the air was only mildly cloudy, but then one of the more spirited members of our group decided that dancing was in order and led us inside. The air inside was so think that you could cut it with a knife (cliche... I know... I wanted to say spoon but somehow that felt wrong). I danced with my cousin and his friends for a bit and enjoyed the eye candy, or as they say here, had my eyes cleaned, but after a while I was coughing pretty badly and so I went outside to get some air. Unfortunately, the air outside wasn't that much more fresh than the air inside. Still, I was no longer coughing and so it was an improvement. After about five minutes I went back into the club and found my cousin sitting on a couch and so I took a seat next to him. Of course, within five minutes the fucker (he knew the smoke was bothering me) had lit up a Marlboro Red and I was no longer sitting next to him. I went over to dance with our friends who also lit up their cigarettes of choice. It was at this point that the homicidal impulses started to get overwhelming. I went back outside and was lucky enough to find a seat on a couch close to the rear entrance. I sat there for a while thinking about this Xanga post and trying to calm myself down. This was after all supposed to be my cousin's birthday party. We were celebrating it a day late, but it's the idea that counts. As long as he was happy and enjoying himself we'd not be leaving.
Time passed as I sat on that couch and I caught sight of my cousin who, I guess, had come looking for me and I flagged him down. He sat down next to me and asked me: "What are you doing?" Breathing. Thank you very much." I responded. He asked me if I wanted to leave and I responded by asking him if he was having a good time. He told me he was and I said then no we're not leaving till you want to. Shifting on the couch for better access to his pocket so that he could fish out his lighter, he told me that he would be going back inside but that he expected me to be there in about five minutes or so. He stood up, lit his cig, and walked back into the mist. After a while I decided to go back in and managed to stay there till it was time to go.
A side note:
Last night when my cousin and I met up with rest of our friends at the outside bar, there was a rather cute girl sitting and speaking to a friend that I had only met a few hours earlier at dinner. To my dismay, I saw she had a cigarette in her hand which she quickly smoked and then used to light another. It always gets me riled up when I see a girls I thought were attractive smoking. This not because smoking is a filthy habit that kills people mind you (of course, this does bother me too,) but instead, because smoking will ruin their good looks. It seems like such a waste. When I see someone who looks particularly self conscious I almost want to go up to them and say: "you know those'll make you ugly right?" Thankfully, I can always stifle the urge and thus avoid getting slapped.
Yeah yeah I know that wasn't the most politically correct thing to say but heck, I had to say it somewhere and it might as well be said on my e-journal.
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| It's been three days since I've arrived so this post is probably overdue.
So this is my first time coming back to Greece since I graduated from Highschool... I don't know what I feel right now to be honest. The first two days I had that surreal, I'm not really here right now, feeling but the as I drove with my uncle back to the village to see my grandmother and the rest of my family I completely accepted my location. It's weird actually in that in these 5 years aside from the people, nothing has changed. Somehow I expected more progress here in my little island. Of course I didn't expect my small and quiet village Fournes to have changed much as all the youth has left for the city, but even in the city it would appear that the only improvements have been the quality of the drinking establishments. I suppose that's what it means to be a tourist destination; If life beomes too modern and too different from the traditional, people will stop coming. Still, it's a shame.
On language:
Two words: Holy Hell.
Frustration, confusion etc. It's not so much the big words that I trip over but it's the small ones. The ones that you use all the time. The "ands" and the "ors" and the like. Japanese comes to me so freely at this point that now it's become a serious impediment when speaking Greek. I can't even begin to imagine what my cousins think when I say "ano" and "eto" in between thoughts in Greek. It really drives me batshit insane sometimes. Last night when I was trying to explain some complicated stuff to my cousin I was all anos and etos and toki and yori and I really couldn't get my point accross at all.
Other times I'm alright though. Especially when I'm speaking to people I don't know. Somehow when I'm speaking to family or people that I'm familiar with my Greek gets all messed up. When I was talking with this girl I met last night on the other hand, things went a little more smoothly. =P
More to come on life here later. I've gotta start taking my shit out of my suitcase and I need to iron and wash some shirts so that I can get ready for a little trip to Thessaloniki!! Yay!
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| 唇に毒を塗って僕の部屋に来たでしょう？
あなたのキスでも体も脳も溶けてしまいそう
吐き気がするくらいあなたの心美しいのに
何一つ出来ない僕にどうしてしてキスくれるの？
Sleepy as hell but soo much left to do. With JLEP done and over now I can focus on my thesis and my final exams again. Wish me luck everyone! The home stretch to graduation starts NOW! | | |
| So the plans that I laid out every so carefully in the previous post actually didn't happen! I didn't go to Van Buuren, I didn't go to the Sakura Fair, and I didn't end up staying up all night!
What I did do yesterday was go to catch a movie (Lucky Number Slevin) have some Chinese food for dinner, and go to Kramer's and hang out till 3 in the morning with Peter. It was without a doubt a good day but completely different from my original plans...
I ended up buying two new books at Kramer's actually and I can't wait to dive into them and become totally immersed. I bought Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco, and Death of an Ordinary Man by Glen Duncan. Both books are by Authors whose books I've read before so I'm pretty sure I know what I'm getting myself into.
Duncan's last book, I, Lucifer was amazing fun and thoroughly enjoyable. I really hope that this one is as good. His abilities in explaining human emotions and the way the mind works are, in my opinon, very good, and I highly reccomend his work.
Eco's books are a little more challenging. The last book of his that I read made me want to do all kinds of research about the history of the Catholic Church and the Papacy. Luckily I managed to stifle the urge. If I hadn't I'm srue I would have been buried underneath a pile of books and I hardly have the time for that with all of my other reading to do. =P
Anyway, I'm gonna go read a little bit and then head to sleep so that I can be on time to work in the morning!
Chippy
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| Well as we had no guesses, we'll just have to reveal the source of the proverbs.
They come from a text by that literary genius William Blake! Blake wrote a piece called "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell" which was, in my opinion, way more fun of a read than any of his other stuff. If you thought you knew Blake, and haven't read "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell," then you had better get to reading because you'll be in for quite a surprise I think.
Anyway today promises to be quite fun! I'll be going down to the street fair and buying loads of Takoyaki and other scrumptuous Japanese food. My mouth is watering already! In addition there should be all kinds of other fun things to do and see at the fair. Tonight, with Armin Van Buuren at FUR, I know that the fun won't be stopping, and I guess I'll just have to enjoy myself till my body begs me for mercy and then I'll retire to my soft bed and work all day tomorrow.
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