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pardon my dust. i'm turning it into glitter.

Hi, I'm Chris. If you subscribe to the MBTI, I'm an INFJ. I put myself through school for a seemingly useless English/Creative Writing degree, but writing is my passion and that's what I want to do when I grow up. Still figuring out what comes next, and pretty much everything else, so I'm feeling kinda adventurous. And yes, that's exactly how my OkCupid profile starts out. Why mess with a good thing, eh?

The site's a work in progress. I'll be adding content over time, and hopefully eventually it'll evolve into something halfway interesting. I'm glad you're still reading, though. Usually by this point I have to show a little skin to keep 'em interested.

saepe peccamus...

       ok, so i'm back on the latin kick. at least this time i sort of (not really) have a vague understanding of what i'm saying instead of leaving it up to a translator program. i'm a nerd, i know. well, i have a confession to make. i've been cheating. on my diet. today was really bad, actually (i had a good reason!), but i'm starting to wonder about the whole diet thing. (excuse? maybe). i shouldn't obsess. that's not the right word, but it's close enough. a diet? i mean, come on. i think if i just focus on eating right instead of eating insanely right, i'd be better off. and there's the whole exercise thing. i actually made it to the gym today. (i'm sure you all really want to hear this). i ran. it was kinda pathetic, but i ran. i don't know why i get discouraged when i see others there (or even my friends) in better shape. haha. no one wants to date someone who's a little squidgy around the edges. but i'm determined for now, so i should at least take advantage of it. hey, the good thing about this diet is that i've become much better at cooking chicken. i never was very good at chicken. i'm definitely the desserts sort. but i made a mean (and yet so tender) chicken breast the other night. with steamed zucchini and yellow squash and jasmine-fennel rice (also tried ginger one night and i think i liked that better). i was proud.

       classes are going well. after two days i can still say that. impressive, i know. be jealous, rora, i only have two classes. yay for being almost done! latin won't be easy. i'll probably say it again. but i'm really starting to like it. then there's the whole idea of being able to tell people that i'm trilingual. does it still count if one is a dead language? why not. my second class is going to be a breeze, i think. i called my brother this afternoon after the class was let out, very nearly in tears. of happiness. according to the syllabus, we will be writing a total of twenty pages for the course. my jaw dropped when i read that. i just got out of a writing intensive course in which i had to write over one-hundred pages and here i have another w.i. course that will require just a score. how awesome is that? and we get extra credit for going to watch a few movies. heck yes.

       so...things. i guess this is where i say that these "things" are crazy. i don't know. life is just kinda crazy. but, tonight, at least, i'm happy. wow, that sentence had a lot of punctuation. i've realized that the thing with my friend...it just needs to disappear. ancient history. we're very different people and getting along with that is difficult enough to have something else dangling over it. he's one of my best friends. you have to hang on to those. after all, who else is going to stand up front with you when you get married? ugh. lots on the mind tonight. just watched no less than two love stories (serendipity, with the aforementioned friend--yeah, i know, odd for two guys to watch a chick-flick, but it's a good one; and a very long engagement with audrey tatou--also very good by the way), and i happen to be harboring, at the moment, a crush. on paper (a.k.a. facebook) we're perfect. she's incredible. and beautiful. i don't even know her (seriously, i met her extremely briefly, once, about two years ago), and she definitely doesn't know me. weird, i know. but there it is. currently trying to get up the courage to say something. i couldn't be more of a bumbler.

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