I rarely post anything personal here anymore, I bet you're wondering if there's a reason? yes, there is always a reason, will I go into it? I don't know...

I fell, we all fall, clinging to our lofty ideals.

I suppose it was bound to come together this way.

I don't really have anything to tell you. I'm just...I'm doing well. I have no complaints. You know me,there's always a school, or a work, or a girl. Or all
three. Though right now there just happens to be too much work and not enough school and no girl, These things catch my attention and don't let go.

I'm told pride is my vice among other things. I am prideful. Maybe it's not conciet. Maybe it's not condescention or cockiness, or convolution of thought. Maybe I'm just prideful.

Yesterday my pride got me into trouble. Anne, one of my boss's, asked me to take out the trash and mow the lawn of our apartment complex that I manage. It was the way she told me. Her voice. Not sotto voce by any means. And the fact that she never does it herself anymore, the old manager never mowed the lawn, I feel trapped.

I got angry. I was about leave. I hadn't felt good all day. And I have had a hard week with little to no sleep especially for the last 36 hours and I wasn't ready to deal.

She yelled about my never being there and that I would have to make a decision, I told her she needed to fix things around here, that I couldn't keep lying to people. I feel ill about it all.

Whatever it was, I got pissed and we argued about everything and anything. I raised my voice only twice.
(I think.)

Finally, I said I would take out the trash and go mow the lawn. I apologised and I asked her nicely not to tell me what to do, but simply ask. I am after all a Human being. I swallowed my pride, in other words. She, however, gave me an ultimatum. I apparrantly need to make a choice. whether to work for her or for the city.

And I wished she would have just accepted my words. But instead, she says, that I need to make a decision.

I was on my feet before my mind kicked in.

I was upset. Again. And I started over.

Self-control is important.

The number one thing to do on Maxim's (and my) List of Things To Do Before You Die is thus: Sucker punch your boss.

I was closer that day than ever.

But I'd like to be a better person than I am ...

one day.

Anyhow, I didn't plan on having a post for you today or really any other day, I never plan these things. So here is an old one that summarizes kind of whom I am. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it hurts.

But in the end, we all fall, clinging to our lofty ideals.

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Ode to Myself.
(Statements in the first person.)
I got a letter in the mail today. It read: "Class action lawsuit."

I got a letter today that said, "Harris County Criminal Courts."

I'll be fine ... One of these days!

I am the slow down ramp.

I mention this because my own love life is fuct.

I'm such a hopeless romantic.

I'm a gentleman, and old-fashioned scholar.

I fell, we all fall, clinging to our lofty ideals.

I sat on the curb and cried.

I wish they were here.

I wish she were here.

I used to stand in the rain.

I know that you have low self-esteem.

I know that I have low self-esteem.

I got kicked out of the cage by some cunt.

I got pissed and wandered around the inner city.

I was like, not much, are you going to rob me like that?

I couldn't think of anything funny to say as I drove off, so I said, "You're fired. I don't love you, it's not my child anyhow, and I hope I never see you again..."

I own the road. When I say 'I own it' it's not like I think it's mine. It really is mine. I have paid for 1/276,000th of that road through city and county taxes. It's mine. I own it.

I am going to Los Angelos to write a screenplay about lovers that kill each other...

I know you don't care.

I live inside a bubble. My own little world where nothing really ever happens and there is a happy ending. I decieve myself often on this basis.

I drink Dr. Pepper out of wine glasses.

I woke up and screamed 'God is trying to kill me.'

I had three chicks hovering around me. Proof positive, in my mind, that women still feel the need to be protected in dark places.

I am going to flunk out of school and become a car salesman. That way I can get paid to lie.

I was a cocky fuck back then (and now still am or so I'm told) but it didn't amount to much then and it doesn't amount to much now.

I wanted to tell you so much.

I wanted you to know so much.

I feel bad for him, I really do.

I find it the most unfair thing in the world that I am now half through my Bachelor's Degree and yet I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

I don't care what you saw on a cartoon, don't do that again in public...

I figured on checking him, hunting him down and swiftly, furiously beating him.

I ran right up to him this morning and pushed him back into the maintenance closet.

I told him he didn't know me.

I ripped through that school looking for this dude.

I did it in front of my girl, she was my girl then.

I was extra chipper this morning.

I actually SANG this morning.

I stalk my neighbors.

I Say Whatever The Fuck I Like.

I'd beat my postman senseless if I didn't fear ...

You're GI Joe with the Kung Fu Grip!! You're
strong, tough, and know how to kick some ass.
Don't forget though, no matter how manly you
think you are, you're still just a doll. God
Bless America.


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I'm in the process of attempting to call all the Mom's out there who've had an influence on my life, I just want them to know they still mean so much to me and I thank them for putting up with a rambunctious crazy kid from Texas all these years, hopefully all their hard work has paid off. please don't let a day go by without letting your mum know how much you love her.love her the way she loves you and never say anything that one day you're truly going to regret! All my best wishes for you and your family.

In other news check out http://kalahari.blogspot.com
the Kalahari Peoples Fund (http://www.kalaharipeoples.org), a small non-profit founded by anthropologists who felt they should be giving something back to the communities they were researching. It funds primary education and land rights projects, mostly, but as it's small and donations are unpredictable, its personnel is largely volunteer and most of the larger projects they end up working on are separately funded grants. This year, they're project is focused on linguistic training for local people, with ultimate goals of native language materials generation and general capacity building. Along with their trainees, they have recorded and videotaped traditional stories and healing narratives from community elders, then transcribed, translated, and interlinearized them on the computer. Interlinearization is a way of breaking down texts to reveal their structure to linguists who may not speak the language – and of course it's an infinitely helpful learning tool for those of who speak the language badly. For my friend personally, this has meant purchasing and maintaining a hardware system (portable solar panels to high end audio equipment) as well as working intensively with two trainees who'd been filmed and written about their entire lives, but had never actually controlled the technology surrounding them. She also offered some basic computer literacy training to the Village Schools teachers and anyone who showed up during the couple of weeks she could devote to community training.

That, of course, is the official answer.

Here's a bit of tale that I hold dear.. cause baby it's true.

Someone once said....
A girl asked a boy if he thought she was pretty, he said..no. She asked him if he would want to be with her forever..and he said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry? and once again he replied with a no. She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said... Your not pretty, your beautiful, i dont want to be with you forever, i NEED to be with you forever, and i wouldnt cry if you walked away...i'd die...

What happens when you have way too much free time on your hands? This Happens

The real cost of the war in Iraq

Curious? take the test.... I did, the results are in..

okcupid

My results

The Loverboy
Random Gentle Love Master (RGLMm)

Well-liked. Well-established. You are The Loverboy. Loverboys thrive in committed, steady relationships--as opposed to, say, Playboys, who want sex without too much attachment.

You've had many relationships and nearly all of them have been successful. You're a nice guy, you know the ropes, and even if you can be a little hasty with decisions, most girls think of you as a total catch. Your hastiness comes off as spontaneity most of the time anyhow, making you especially popular in your circle of friends, too.

You know not to make the typical Loverboy mistake of choosing someone who appreciates your good humor and popularity, but who offers nothing in return. You belong with someone outgoing, independent, and creative. Otherwise, you'll get bored. And then instead of surprising her with flowers or a practical joke, you'll surprise her by leaving.

FACT: You embody the German principle of Konstantzusammenschaft, which is best described in English (without using the obscure English word "sammenschaft") as "eternal togethermanship".

Your exact opposite:
The Billy Goat
Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer

ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph

CONSIDER: The Window Shopper, The Peach

My results

Okay everyone, I have two things to tell you. Well, really I have only one, but I think that it would be inappropriate if I just said that so I'll say another to make up for it. I feel that if I don't say something "Army" then it might reflect poorly. Okay, sorry, I'm rambling.

The first thing: This is the "Army" part. I think that this is a really cool poem about being American. http://www.angelfire.com/il3/durham/iamtheflag.html

Okay, the second thing: My good friend Christopher Travis hase been selected as one of the seven finalists in the KPRC, Channel 2 "Sports Apprentice" contest. Please stay tuned to the 10PM news on Houston's loyal NBC station. If I'm not mistaken, the winner is selected by popular vote from viewers, if so, I'd love to have the entire 75th Division supporting him and anyone else, after all, HE IS the only member of the Armed Forces that is competing. If you have any questions, please email him at christopher.travis1@us.army.mil and I'm sure he will respond as soon as he can. We wish him luck and have a nice day all.

Sincerely,
Hugh Melrose
for
SPC Travis, Christopher
2004 KPRC Sports Apprentice