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

Here are a list of some horrible Christmas stories, which are either, sad, depressing, funny, but most are all together crappy.

Here's a nice warm one to start off with:
Ah, Christ. Well here it is then isn't it? A lovely fuckin' Christmas for all. It's not the fact Great Aunt Bertha died – it.s the fact she almost wouldn't fit in the trunk, except we had some of those bungee tie-down cords. She smelled pretty bad too. She must have been dead for 12 hours or so when my wife and I found her face down on the kitchen tiles, when we went to pick her up for Christmas Eve dinner 2004. I didn't want to just leave her there. She smelled too rank to put her in the inside of the car, so we put her back in the trunk and tied it shut with the bungees and headed for the county hospital.

One of the roads to the hospital has cracked pavement. We went over a bump and one of her shoes flew off, and hit a parked police car on the side of the road, so then the cop woke up I guess, or dropped his donut and pulled us over. He asks if we are OK, and where we are going and NEVER NOTICES THE CORPSE in the trunk. What a dipshit. So one speeding ticket later we are off, Aunt Bertha's body still in the trunk.

We show up at the hospital and I go to unload the body and tell my wife to go inside and tell someone. That was when I noticed the children's choir on the front steps of the ER, which stopped in mid-song and then began to cry and scream as I walked with the 350+ pound dead body of my Great Aunt Bertha, dragging it past the kiddies through the ER doors. Ho Ho Ho. Jesus...let’s hope this year is a brighter one.

Comotose:
Christmas of 2004 was my worst Christmas. My grandmother insisted that I join her at her brother’s house a couple hundred miles away for Christmas dinner. Upon arrival I found out why my grandmother wanted me to come. Her brother’s wife of 40 years had been deathly ill for the last eight or nine months. The month before Christmas she entered a coma and a week later she was brain dead. That’s not that big a deal. She was old and had a long full life. The big deal was this: Her husband (grandma’s brother) and the kids brought her home for “one last Christmas with Mom!”

In the living room is a huge Christmas tree, tons of gifts, a cheery fire and the faint smell of urine. There planted in a hospital bed right next to the tree is the wife. Over the warm sound of Christmas music is the ever-present hum, click-click-woosh-click of the heart/lung machine that is keeping her “fresh.” Her family was all around the room talking at her. It was almost like a normal conversation, but all questions were phrased in such a way that she was not required to answer.

By this point I was completely weirded out. The day progressed and the dining room table was moved into the living room so that we could eat Christmas dinner with the dead. To be fair, right before we started to eat, one of her kids changed the IV drip food bag. The new food bag had a bow and ribbons wrapped around it. I didn’t ask if the new stuff was turkey flavored.

A year later I found out that her husband was keeping “the meat fresh” just so that he could use her as a tax write off. Sick!


Socks:
My Dad had been in the mental ward all of December. Three days before Christmas, he killed himself. However, we didn't find out until Christmas Day, when the cop showed up at our door. It had taken them three days to find his body; he had killed himself in our family car out at a lake.

Another Christmas, my Mom beat me and my sister for putting socks in the clothes hamper that should have been folded and put away. Socks ruined Christmas that year.

Wow:
Two years ago on Christmas Eve my mother was mugged and killed by a crackhead while she was bringing home our Christmas presents. She had hidden them at work so my sister and I wouldn't find them. Since my mother often worked late even on weekends or holidays, we just assumed she would be home by Christmas morning. Instead, the police came by around 11 p.m. with the bad news and what was left of her personal belongings: the gifts. The crackhead took her purse and all her jewelry but left the couple of wrapped boxes she had in her arms.

The next day, my father took off for good (apparently he and my mom hated each other at that point; he didn't seem to care when the police gave us the news), and left my little sister and I alone in the apartment to open our dead mother's gifts by ourselves. She bought me the video game I had asked for. I have been in and out of prison since then and my sister is in foster care somewhere I can’t find her.

These are some of my favorites, you can read more at "mymiserablechristmas.com

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especially for all you house fans!

Fact: When facing a war-elephant in battle during the invasion of India, opponents would cover pigs with tar, then light them, to scare the elephants back into their own ranks.

Now THATS a fact! Self Barbecuing Pigs.

But aside from that I am still surprised that Michigan is now funding embrionic stem cell research, AND medical marijuana. That just astounds me.
I am getting Violin lessons : )

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