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Name: Chris
Birthday: 12/15/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Friends, music, literature, tennis, running, walking, sleeping, talking, eating, breathing, thinking, praying, sitting, watching, loving, skateboarding, breaking, trying, falling... and other "ing" verbs...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  Grannytom
Member Since:
7/18/2005
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| You see, I have trouble writing on a public blog . . . there's no shame in that.
I read some xangas tonight for the first time in a long time, and thought I'd give back to the internet community by writing my own blog. I figure if I am reading about all of your lives, it would be kind of voyeuristic of me to not write my own . . . right? of course right.
So here's a fun fact: I, the kid who dropped his cd player in the toilet and froze his roommate's computer multiple times by just looking at it, will spend the summer teaching kids how to create video games. Do with that what you will.
Xangers, this has been my gift to you . . . until next time . . . | | |
| Hi... So there is a big screen tv in my room....... these two ten page papers are never getting done
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| Random Fact: I have a beard, and it is very uncomfortable; I hate it. But, if it can be possible, I think I will hate when I shave all except for the mustache... If you see me with just a mustache, just remember that I don' t think it looks good... but it's a sacrifice for the arts.... I figure I have no image to maintain | | |
| Random facts:
Jingle all the Way, the holiday classic starring Arnold Swarzeneggar (sp?), would have been heaps better had the lead been anyone but Arnold S. I think Gilbert Godfrey would have done a better job...
honestly, that's all I've got... and I guess it wasn't a fact per se, but an opinion.... Sorry Cesny, I guess I let you down. | | |
| Consider the eyes:
soft crystal orbs
revealing the feelings unspoken,
otherwise concealed carefully with a forced smile,
as they shift swiftly directions.
The eyes are like magnets;
and where our gaze would normally lock
just like unlike poles
it slips like polar equals:
my salty wet scope meeting any eye
but yours.
This is how I know when love has changed.
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