Christopher Eccleston is scary

Dr . . . What!?!

(sorry for the stream of thought style of this posting, it seams fitting and keeps me on my toes for Kaiser's class!)

Dude, if you make Billy Piper's dad live, the people will start dramatically dropping the things they are holding. Also, why don't people instinctively know what when girlfriend and boyfriend are watching shows in "their" room, that it is inappropriate to walk in and chill out, playing on their phone. Say La Vee.

Ok, the saga continues...

I found a winery here in flint called Swak Incorporated. I haven't visited it yet, but it might be cool.

Next time on Joe Ball Z, bitches are not shit and acquiring money is one's only goal in life.

Time is a very interesting thing. It makes dragons that murder peoples faces off.

Overall, a pretty good day.

What an interesting post-birthday it has been (2 hours past it, at this point in time). Woke up next to the most beautiful girl in the world, had a great lunch presented by Mom. Then, things went a little haywire. I packed for about 4 straight hours, taking only 5 minute breaks every so-often. After 3 hours passed, my mom decided she wanted to help. I told her everything was ok and that I could handle it myself, stressing that if I pack my own things, then I will remember what I need and what I want to take instead of bringing things that won't even escape the paper bags they came in. We had our quarrel and I left home, Dolores (my relatively new 2011 Malibu) packed to the tee. Left at 4:30. Arrived at 5:30. Unpacked, arranged, re-arranged, renovated, and screwed holes. This process was over at 10:30, when I finally sat down and played a rousing round of LoL and watched an episode of "Firefly", then "Book of Eli".

For my first day in a long time of being alone, I've had a very productive day. Usually, I have the benefit of at least 2 cars moving items and amenities between Rochester and Flint. This time, it was simply me and Dolores. I still have a little bit of things left to bring over. I think I may have to leave my PS3 at home this term. There is much too little space here in this bedroom, and I wouldn't want to add another piece of consumer electronics to it. Speaking of which, CES started today and it has been much more diverse than I was expecting. I love seeing all of the new things coming out that I may never have a chance of getting. Plus, volunteering to get tased and receiving a shirt and commemorative coin is sweet!

Book of Eli is much more well done than I was expecting. Obviously (or not so much), it has many religious connotations, both implicit and explicit. It has a unique and refreshing style. It has action, suspense, and a deep message. Finally, it has Denzel Washington. That is all.

Hooking up the internet here has been hell! I'm using my 17inch laptop as an ad-hoc access point, because the only wireless this house has at the moment is a netgear router that the previous residents left behind. Too bad it is password protected. Now, my internet is actually quite good compared to what I had during work term. :)

I love blatant product placement.

I'm feeling very awkward about how to spell awkward...

So, after a long weekend, I am back in Allegan sitting and typing this document. I am simply here. Gilman, Stella and I have all talked about our new years resolutions. Their's is much more thought about than mine, as I'm not sure if I have made a new years resolution (I apologize for the probably-missing apostrophes, I am currently without my editor). Thanks to some mistakes and regrets, I am remembering my past and how alone one can be, even when they are with someone else.

The new year started only 2 days ago, yet I feel as if nothing has changed. I don't feel happier than I did, nor do I feel sadder. In fact, I feel as if I am stuck in 2010, as it were. Lamentable.

Stella is looking at me with seemingly-human eyes. Almost child-like in fact. She paws and nips at me as I sit at the dinner table while I write this piece. She reminds me of Wolfgang, not with her activeness, but with the way that she seeks my attention. I do miss him. I believe the time of his death is when I realized how cruel a person can be.

Meghan was very kind to me. She would give me what I wanted, when I wanted it, and simply do it without question. I tried my best to keep up with her attention, but I don't feel that I was enough for her. I did not pursue when I needed to pursue, and I did not retreat when I needed to retreat. Because of the guilt of not being good enough, I regressed into being as shy as I was when I was younger around others, a quality which she had. Even now, I feel unable to get around that ineptitude. The day of Wolfie's death, I tried to contact anyone that I had the courage to contact. This was a very short list: Eric, Peggy, and Meghan. Eric is a friend whom I have challenged time and time again, even betraying another friend of ours, and still he stands by my side. Peggy cared about me like a child cares about a plaything, seemingly trying to help, but not getting involved when the situation gets tough. Meghan conducted herself, excuse me for the language, like an uncaring, self-centered, inappropriate bitch. Each of these people, I did what I could do at my mental state at the time (texted) and I told them about what had happened and if there was any time that they could spare to hang out with me. Meghan was the only one that refused to see me. I don't simply mean that she did not have time, but that I explained how broken I was and that I just need someone, anyone to talk to about the death of who was essentially my brother. She wouldn't even say that she was sorry to hear that he had died. The pet that was my loyal friend for all of his life and one that she even had a part in raising for the past 4 years, and she wouldn't share her condolences.

Am I selfish for wishing that my girlfriends' blog would mention me more often? Maybe I'm just being ornery (if that is even the correct word for what I'm NOT trying to be).

Ok. I'm set now. Hm... onto cleaning, I guess. :/