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It's about time for a new journal. - Kelsey

Tue Jun 2, 2009, 9:38 PM
  • Mood: Compassion
  • Listening to: Nothing
  • Reading: My math text
  • Watching: youtube stumbles
  • Playing: online games
  • Eating: fatfree and cholesteral free food-minus taco bell-
  • Drinking: Water
Well, it is about time, my significant other has posited.

Majoring in Health Science and Professions and then either to Medical School or a Masters program, whichever I feel would better suit the lifestyle I have envisioned.

That said, I have basically left out my former aspirations as a musician/music writer. I don't find this to be a bad thing, and in fact I have somewhat known this for a long time, secretly of course, and all while dismissing it as fear.

I just noticed that I named one of my journals 'Anus'. lol.

This could be the last time I update this journal, except for a few updates about my life, which I am doubting is of importance to anyone on this place who doesn't already have easy access to my psyche.

I am pretty happy with the way things are going in my life, even though I would like to have a few certain things different, but of course the things in life which hurt you the most either change, or can't be changed.
One thing hasn't changed though, and that of course is My Kelsey. We are probably going to get married within the next year and a half, definitely before we move, which should be at about the end of this next years summer. Who knows though, I can't predict where I will be in the next five years, which I actually just noticed, and it is slightly scary, but knowing that I will be doing it one day at a time, with the person I love, I'm sure it will be okay.

Talk to you all again sometime. -Christopher

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: A Basement
  • Interests: Music, Philosophy, Writing
  • Favourite movie: Jurassic Park
  • Favourite band or musician: Metallica, Eiffel 65, Third Eye Blind, Nirvana, Days of the New 90s stuff
  • Favourite artist: Keropoine, Dali, Frank Lloyd Wright, few more i cant think of
  • Favourite photographer: Keropoine
  • Operating System: Vista
  • MP3 player of choice: A Zune I named Mellon
  • Wallpaper of choice: Keropoine
  • Favourite game: Half-Life-Halo-Syphon Filter Doom
  • Favourite gaming platform: Computer N64 NES Super NES Wii Playstation 1 2 3 Sega
  • Favourite cartoon character: Homer, Stewie and Brian Griffin Love southpark
  • Personal Quote: HEBLAH! Shall I force you to admit yourself that you have the foresight of a fathead?
  • Tools of the Trade: Digital Camera if by random chance i post something other than pictures, clay

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It's about time for a new Journal.

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O HAI.

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why you vist and say nothing?

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It started when I found your stuff on /b/ and I was going to say something but because I usually have like 20+ tabs open on my browser I ended up closing it on accident. I couldn't honestly remember what your name was on dA so everything was pretty much lost.

How did you know that I visited though?

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