Dear Diary

November 27, 2006 at 6:33 pm (Day to Day)

I bought a journal yesterday as well as a fancy pants pen I intend to use only while journaling. Slightly stoopid I spose. So far I have taken it with me just about everywhere, or it has at least been available, in case I want to jot something down really quick. I have written so much in just a short time, perhaps just because it’s new. It is different than blogging for a couple of reasons: 1) I am writing to no audience. Problems could only arise if it got stolen. 2) Because I am writing to nobody, I get to say things I wouldn’t normally get to do. 3) I can write almost immediately. It isn’t as reflective as it is during-the-action. I used to journal instead of blog, then journal while blogging, then strictly blog,  and then not-so-much blog. It’ll be fun to journal again. I like to write, but blogging has worn itself out, and I just don’t like to do it anymore.

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Jesus fingers

November 26, 2006 at 5:57 pm (Day to Day)

I might update later, but this conversation was one of the funniest I have had in a long time. Just some background: Sarah was raised Presbyterian but started going to the Roman Catholic church when she was about sixteen. We stumbled onto the conversation of churches, somehow finding our way to Baptists.

Me: So have you ever even been to a Baptist church?

Her: I’ve been to Victory Life Fellowship once. It’s like a Baptist church, right?

Me: Never heard of it. What’s it like?

Her: It’s really weird—they have drums and do this (*she raises her hands and does happy fingers…or as I now call them, Jesus fingers*)

Me: *laughs for literally the next three minutes.*

What made it so funny was the fact that she was incredibly sincere and genuinely confused. She wasn’t trying to make fun; she thought it was actually strange and had no idea what was going on.

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Psychopaths, sex, and alphabet soup

November 16, 2006 at 10:41 pm (Day to Day)

I am ten kinds of sick today. I think I have a cold accompanied by a fever, and it’s going to take a lot more than some dinky cowbell to relieve it. Cowbell of the Nyquil variety seemed to help quite a bit, or at least make me sleep for hours at a time. I missed all of Thursday in exchange for sleep and soup.

I went to Norman yesterday. Among other things, I saw Tony at Barnes & Nobles and caught up on things. I bought two books from Borders, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs and Without a Conscience. The former is just a compendium of humourous observations that do not tire. The latter was bought for Sarah, who fancies learning about personality disorders. It is about psycho/sociopathy. I went to Charleston’s before leaving town to have a baked chicken that was not up to snuff. The garlic mashed potatoes and baked beans were excellent, but the chicken was not seasoned as described on the menu. I dissented from my usual meal of chicken tenders. I brought my Sex, Drugs, etc. book and the hostess automatically assumed I was a sociology major. Weird, but she was correct. We struck a five minute conversation about the uses of a stand-alone sociology degree. We both had the same experience: it’s a good launch for graduate school and a fun science but that is all. I read three chapters while eating my meal, drinking my coffee, and finishing with a delicious apple cobbler.

Speaking of books, I bought and read Maddox’s The Alphabet of Manliness on Monday. I knocked that book out quick. I went to Hastings and embarrassingly asked the older, gay, book snob in the back for help. The conversation went something like this (literally):

Me: Excuse me, I am looking for a literary masterpiece but am unfamiliar with the title, only the author.

Old Gay Snob: *suspiciously* What’s the name?
Me: I believe his name is Maddox, just Maddox. It’s his nom de plume.
*Old gay snob ticks away at his computer, looks at me over the top of his glasses frame, no doubt checking me out.*
OGS: *sarcastically* Is it The Alphabet of Manliness?
(I knew the name the entire time but was embarrassed simply waltz up and ask for it. I had to over compensate for the fact that it is about as much of a literary masterpiece as Jane Austin…or Johnny Cash is to music.)
Me: Yes, that’s probably it.

He just pointed me to its general direction and told me that they weren’t really organized so I’d just have to poke around until I found it. I got lucky and happened to spot its testosterone-producing cover of the archetype of manliness wailing away at a guerilla. I picked it up but my embarrassment wasn’t over. There was still the cashier to deal with. I slightly knew her and was ashamed to check out. I thought about buying a lot of candy or maybe a movie. Since I am not ashamed of buying books relating to sexuality, I did just that. I could defend a book on the gender-differing characteristics regarding human sexuality, but there was no defending The Alphabet of Manliness. Still, I prefaced my purchase to the cashier by telling her, “listen, have you ever wanted a book but was too ashamed to check out?” With zero empathy in her voice, “No.” I slapped the book down, paid the money, and went on my way, sending mind terrorists her way from my brain. I read the book in less than a day and let Tyler borrow it. There were absolutely hilarious parts that had me laughing for pages.

I broke down and bought a 4G IPod Nano and an ITunes gift certificate. I downloaded the Jack Johnson Curious George soundtrack and Sufjan Stevens’ Illinois album. Both are excellent. I think I’ll end up with their entire discographies before too long.

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November 6, 2006 at 12:20 pm (Day to Day)

Learning a friend’s last name is good, remembering it is even better!

I’m going to OKC today to visit my eye doctor and go clothes shopping with my parents. I like shopping (I prefer doing it alone), but clothes are incredibly expensive, making every purchase an incredulous one. My eyes have gradually gotten better over the past seven years, and I would eventually like to get laser surgery if it’s financially possible. I was told that laser surgery isn’t always permanent, however.

The weekend was pretty typical. The only thing worth mentioning is that I ate with Aaron Saturday night at Papa Giorgio’s and watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind in his apartment. Oh wow, that sounds like a date and not a half bad one. That Aaron is shady! After reflecting on it, I think the end of the movie is a very bitter one, indeed. Joel (Jim Carrey) and Clementine (Kate Winslet) are exactly where they were at the beginning of the movie, making me suspect that it was a cycle of bitter-sweet relationships always ending with erased minds and unsuspecting new beginnings. It’s only a conjecture, though. It was worth the $10 I paid for it at Hastings as I will watch again.

It has been mentioned before, but I was thinking about it again on Saturday. Paul, the Apostle, was a very high ranking Pharisee. How was it that he was not married? He says that he is single a couple of time in the Epistles, but it isn’t something that makes sense given the context surrounding his life as Saul. I have often wondered if a marriage or divorce to a non-Christian Jew was the thorn in his side. 

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Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan

November 3, 2006 at 1:05 pm (Day to Day)

I’m going to see Borat in Norman with a whole slew of friends. It has excellent reviews on Rotten Tomatoes  but isn’t coming to Ada. I started text messaging  during class this morning, and it looks like at least half a dozen people will be going, possibly more if people invite others.

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Rob Classic

November 3, 2006 at 12:58 am (Day to Day)

I went to the on-campus counselor on Monday. Despite the circumstances, it was a wonderful experience. It was very low pressure, non-intimidating, and very beneficial. She put some perspective on things and gave me practical advice and tips on how to open up. I am an introvert, and that does have a certain kind of effect, but that can never be excuse for not allowing people I chose to get to know me. It will take some time for it become natural, but with some effort things will be much smoother in current and future relationships with people. I made the counselor laugh at one point unexpectedly. I told her that I wasn’t always like this (high school) and that I think it is an outcome of a major tragedy in my life. That’s not what she laughed at by the way. I told her that that was Rob, I am currently New Rob, but I want to become Rob Classic. She is old enough to get the Coke reference. She said I didn’t need to go back if things get better for me. I’m going to give it a month and go back regardless, either to tell her that things are going well (the preferred reason to go back) or to explain that there’s still something wrong. I think the former will happen.

Maybe one thing that may prohibit my opening up is over blogging. At its apex, people knew me better through reading my blog than through day-to-day contact. Because my life was so on-display on the internet, it might have made a tad exhausting to lead a double life—one online and one offline; while exactly the same, I put more effort online. I can’t use this excuse for the past year, however.

Monday was just an eventful day. Before I went to the counselor I made a new friend (happy dance!) as I roamed around on campus. She is actually somebody I went to high school with—a sophomore when I was a senior. We never spoke. I met her once over the summer because she was with some other people I knew. We had a forty-five minute conversation on Monday which resulted in a small group movie that night. Last night we went to Chili’s, got coffee, and went to the park. I’m trying my “opening up” thing on her. It was a slow start, but I am starting to warm up to the idea. Tonight we had coffee and went to the park. She is a lot like me personality-wise. She is very introverted and reserved, and I am pretty darn sure she is a thinker, not a feeler. This makes me able to relate to her easily. She is a girl, though, so it isn’t like I’m friending Richard Dawkins. I don’t mind emotions at all, but I just cannot relate to extreme amounts of the stuff on a regular basis.  She’s very cynical and sarcastic. Sounds like a sweetheart, huh? She can actually be pretty warm, though. I know of at least one cute nuance she has: she is terrible with a lot of technology. She can text message, however, and that’s good enough for me. If I have a hankering desire to build a robot, she’s probably not the person to go to.

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