It seems like a year... oh, wait...
Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is to be an historic post here at the blog of the man you admire most in the world. This post officially marks the one year anniversary (well, one year and one day, I slacked a little bit) of the day I started this whole wacky journey that is Down With The Bourgeoisie/Mind-Bending Thoughts by Tim.
And, in honor of having been here for one year, I've decided to do a year in review post, summing up all the ups and downs of my life, and basically everything I talked about since I started here. This is an excellent place for any of you new wankers who haven't been following along the whole time like you should've been to go ahead and jump on the bandwagon that is my enormous following!
Ahem.
Anyway, it all started January 25th, 2004. I originally started this blog as a way to cope with the sulky-ness I was feeling at the time. I'd just had, basically, the worst Christmas Break of my life, parted ways with a girl I very much cared about, and was watching my mom's latest marriage come crashing down around her. Not a good time. So, I started here as a way to vent that.
A little while went by... and things got even worse for out intrepid hero! I found myself getting kicked out of Bernie's (my mom's husband...) house due to the fact that he believed I was ruining his an my mom's marriage. Personally, I think it was his drug abuse and subsequent false testimony he gave to my mother about said drug abuse that did it, but what do I know? I moved in with my sister and her boyfriend, which was actually much nicer... but, I continued to sulk anyway, largely, over the loss of Kristin. I had it bad for this girl, folks, in case you can't tell. Couple that with the fact that I'm a drama queen, and you get a messy breakup. If you read my posts from January to February... and maybe March, I can't remember, and I'm not gonna look, 'cause I'm lazy.... you'll see just how much of a whiney bitch I was. I don't recommend it, personally. Doesn't put me in a very good light.
Ha! As if THAT were possible. Not putting me in a good light... I crack me up.
Anyway, more time went by, and thanks to the fact that I simply couldn't concentrate on ANYTHING... I had to drop my English 102 class that I'd signed up for during my second semester of College, as well as my Biology 101 class, eventually. And the History telecourse I signed up to replace my English class. It wasn't pretty.
I also had to deal with someone who would at first be one of my least favorite people ever, but would soon evolve to become one of my closest friends at SWIC. A man named Eric Zimmler. There was also a girl named Katie Goldstein, who I may have had a shot at, romantically, but I was too busy sulking. Besides, Eric wound up turning his life back around for this girl, he deserves her. But that comes later. Back to me meeting Eric... Eric, had been, when I met him, a member of the American Nazi Party for approximately 1 month. He'd joined for reasons he'd rather I didn't divulge, but trust me, they were bad reasons, he'll readily admit. As if there's ever a GOOD reason to join the American Nazi Party, but he didn't even believe in what they believed. He was just angry. And, as time went on, he and I realized that despite our differing "ideologies", we got along. His ideology being Nazism, mine of course, being Communism... which, to be completely honest, I'm almost as embarrassed about as he is of his Nazism. At any rate, I am no longer a Communist. I still think it's a nifty idea and all, but that's really ALL it is.... an idea. No, I'm a member of the Democratic Party now, which is working out well for me. Eric, despite quitting being a Nazi, just went and became a Republican. When I informed him there was no difference, he, in much cruder terms, told me to fornicate myself.
God, I'm hilarious.
Anyway... BEFORE he'd quit the Nazi Party, I'd introduced Eric to Katie... and the two of them immediately hit it off. They got along perfectly from the beginning and got so flirty flirty in front of me, that I wanted to vomit all over them. I tried to, several times, but I am unfortunately not one of those individuals that can vomit on command. Anyway, things were heading straight toward relationship-ville for both of them. There was only one roadblock. Katie came to me and told me, while she really cared about Eric, as long as he was a Nazi, she couldn't be with him. Despite the fact that her family doesn't practice the religion, ethnically, Katie is Jewish. Dun dun DUUUUUN.
Without hesitation, Eric resigned from the party to be with Katie. The two also had a big, private discussion on ideologies that I wasn't let in on, but I think it's safe to say, everything was settled, and the two got together.
Which didn't help me. While I was given a temporary reprieve from my sulking whilst I helped the two love birds fall for eachother, as soon as they WERE together, I went back into sulk mode. Even after Eric threatened to put me on the Eric Zimmler Will Kick Your Ass Anti-Depression Plan.
A few more weeks went by.... and then came the event that would finally turn me away from my depression and sulky ways.... MELHS's production of Little Shop of Horrors. I got roped into helping out back stage, by Goddess of Darkness, Lisa Keaton, after I showed up for one of the Hell Week practices. Not that I minded. I had a lot of fun.
Which is pretty much what changed everything. While I was working backstage, even for just those three days, it made me realize that there WAS more out there for me to do then sulk. And that while I was doing those things, it made me realize how ridiculous I was being. And I just had so much fun, being around a play again, and being with all my friends in one place again, Zach, Paul, Anna, and the rest... well.... and there was something else that kinda took my mind off of everything.
While working on the play, I stumbled across a girl named Lauren Gerber. I'm not sure what it was that attracted me to her at first.... but something definitely DID attract me to her. During my time working on the play, I hung out with her quite a bit. During the after party of the play she and I got pretty snuggly. It really seemed like I was on my way into another relationship.... one that, apparently, I was being warned against by Anna... she claims she warned me... I remember her encouraging me, so I'm going to assume it was just another example of that infuriating Girl-code all women speak. But, that's not really the point. The point is, it seemed like I was well on my way into another relationship and I was totally ready for it. We even kissed! In the park! During a rainstorm! How romantic is THAT?!
A little time went by... school got out, and I got A's in the two classes that I hadn't dropped... go me... the summer started up, and I was totally ready for it.... and apparently, the kiss had made Lauren realize she wasn't ready for a relationship. So, for the second time in my life, I was, as Anna and Eva would put it... pre-dumped.
The funny thing was, it bummed me out for like... a day. Then after that I was fine. No more sulking. About Lauren. About Kristin. About anything! And I think it was a combination of a few things that had cured me. Number one, was the play. I realized how much more productive getting out and doing something, rather then laying in bed and staring at the ceiling was. How it made me realize I had more I could be doing than sulking. Secondly, even though it didn't go anywhere, my faux relationship with Lauren made me realize that it was possible for me to get into another relationship... well, it's not like I thought it was impossible for me to get into another relationship... I mean, come on, look at me. I suppose, I simply figured that any relationship I'd get into would just remind me of the previous one and make me unhappy again. And the little tryst I had with Lauren helped me realize that this wasn't the case. And that made me happy.
That and it was summer time, and I was looking forward to some fun and fast times with the runnin' crew, Zach, Anna, Eva, and the gang.
The summer passed by relatively uneventfully, however. Sure, it had it's moments. Seeing Spider-Man 2 with Anna, Ambyre, and Dan was pretty kickin'. Some of the hangouts at Than's house were super cool. Zach and his band the Hot Rodder's gave a badass performance in Prairietown. Eva's move was a pretty big deal. Finally don't have to deal with HER anymore. HA! I kid, I kid.
I still have deal with her. I can't help it. She got a cell phone.
Ha! I kid again... or do I?!? No, I do. But not really. Seriously, though.
The Skynyrd concert was rockin', of course. That came at the tail end of the summer, and I pretty much consider it the biggest event that transpired over the three months. I mean, hell, just go back and look at my blog during the summer months. With the exception of a few online quiz results, I really didn't do much in the way of posting.
Then, came the fall. By this time, I had gotten a job at Kruta's bakery. My blogger posts had gone from angsty and regretful, to goofy and nonsensical.
With the exception of around election time. I made a pretty big post about why George W. Bush pisses me off. And why I was voting for Kerry... who lost. Ah, well. Life goes on, I suppose.
Sooooo.... more uneventful time passes.... I got really upset at myself for a while, blaming yours truly for Terry's current prediciment... the depression thing.... of which I no longer blame myself by the way... read the Exorcist.
And then there was the legendary trip to Florida, that I never did get around to telling all you Bloggerites about.
And I'm still not gonna.
Ahhhh.... and then came the legendary Quest Dream. Man, that dream was wacked. Like, wiggidy wack, not the regular type. That Quest Dream raised a lot of issues that I'm still currently working on figuring out.
Anyway of course, Christmas came, which was a rockin' good time. As it usually is.
Christmas was followed by another night of trippy dreams, this one involving God, the devil, and myself... I'm not really sure what to make of that one, and to be honest I don't really think about it. It makes my head hurt.
And then came the next dream about the Mystery Girl. And this dream pretty much solidified that this girl is on my mind quite a bit. And, as I said in the post I made about the dream, I'm still not exactly sure what to do about it. So, I'm going to let things transpire on their own, and not dwell on it. Whatever will be, will be!
And, that's pretty much all the high points! A TON has changed since I started the old Blogger up, back in early '04. People've come and gone, I've gone through changes, other people have gone through changes. Relationships have ended, new ones have started. My sister and Josh got engaged, my mom moved out on her own in a place in St. Louis. I cut my hair.
I'm really glad I started this blog. Way back when, I used to criticize these things, but now I realize that they're really nice for getting some things off your chest, or just goofing around when you're bored.
So, here's to one year of my Blog! And hopefully many more to come! And you punkasses better keep reading, cause I'm gonna keep writing.
And if you don't keep reading, I'll find you. I have powers.
The end.
And, in honor of having been here for one year, I've decided to do a year in review post, summing up all the ups and downs of my life, and basically everything I talked about since I started here. This is an excellent place for any of you new wankers who haven't been following along the whole time like you should've been to go ahead and jump on the bandwagon that is my enormous following!
Ahem.
Anyway, it all started January 25th, 2004. I originally started this blog as a way to cope with the sulky-ness I was feeling at the time. I'd just had, basically, the worst Christmas Break of my life, parted ways with a girl I very much cared about, and was watching my mom's latest marriage come crashing down around her. Not a good time. So, I started here as a way to vent that.
A little while went by... and things got even worse for out intrepid hero! I found myself getting kicked out of Bernie's (my mom's husband...) house due to the fact that he believed I was ruining his an my mom's marriage. Personally, I think it was his drug abuse and subsequent false testimony he gave to my mother about said drug abuse that did it, but what do I know? I moved in with my sister and her boyfriend, which was actually much nicer... but, I continued to sulk anyway, largely, over the loss of Kristin. I had it bad for this girl, folks, in case you can't tell. Couple that with the fact that I'm a drama queen, and you get a messy breakup. If you read my posts from January to February... and maybe March, I can't remember, and I'm not gonna look, 'cause I'm lazy.... you'll see just how much of a whiney bitch I was. I don't recommend it, personally. Doesn't put me in a very good light.
Ha! As if THAT were possible. Not putting me in a good light... I crack me up.
Anyway, more time went by, and thanks to the fact that I simply couldn't concentrate on ANYTHING... I had to drop my English 102 class that I'd signed up for during my second semester of College, as well as my Biology 101 class, eventually. And the History telecourse I signed up to replace my English class. It wasn't pretty.
I also had to deal with someone who would at first be one of my least favorite people ever, but would soon evolve to become one of my closest friends at SWIC. A man named Eric Zimmler. There was also a girl named Katie Goldstein, who I may have had a shot at, romantically, but I was too busy sulking. Besides, Eric wound up turning his life back around for this girl, he deserves her. But that comes later. Back to me meeting Eric... Eric, had been, when I met him, a member of the American Nazi Party for approximately 1 month. He'd joined for reasons he'd rather I didn't divulge, but trust me, they were bad reasons, he'll readily admit. As if there's ever a GOOD reason to join the American Nazi Party, but he didn't even believe in what they believed. He was just angry. And, as time went on, he and I realized that despite our differing "ideologies", we got along. His ideology being Nazism, mine of course, being Communism... which, to be completely honest, I'm almost as embarrassed about as he is of his Nazism. At any rate, I am no longer a Communist. I still think it's a nifty idea and all, but that's really ALL it is.... an idea. No, I'm a member of the Democratic Party now, which is working out well for me. Eric, despite quitting being a Nazi, just went and became a Republican. When I informed him there was no difference, he, in much cruder terms, told me to fornicate myself.
God, I'm hilarious.
Anyway... BEFORE he'd quit the Nazi Party, I'd introduced Eric to Katie... and the two of them immediately hit it off. They got along perfectly from the beginning and got so flirty flirty in front of me, that I wanted to vomit all over them. I tried to, several times, but I am unfortunately not one of those individuals that can vomit on command. Anyway, things were heading straight toward relationship-ville for both of them. There was only one roadblock. Katie came to me and told me, while she really cared about Eric, as long as he was a Nazi, she couldn't be with him. Despite the fact that her family doesn't practice the religion, ethnically, Katie is Jewish. Dun dun DUUUUUN.
Without hesitation, Eric resigned from the party to be with Katie. The two also had a big, private discussion on ideologies that I wasn't let in on, but I think it's safe to say, everything was settled, and the two got together.
Which didn't help me. While I was given a temporary reprieve from my sulking whilst I helped the two love birds fall for eachother, as soon as they WERE together, I went back into sulk mode. Even after Eric threatened to put me on the Eric Zimmler Will Kick Your Ass Anti-Depression Plan.
A few more weeks went by.... and then came the event that would finally turn me away from my depression and sulky ways.... MELHS's production of Little Shop of Horrors. I got roped into helping out back stage, by Goddess of Darkness, Lisa Keaton, after I showed up for one of the Hell Week practices. Not that I minded. I had a lot of fun.
Which is pretty much what changed everything. While I was working backstage, even for just those three days, it made me realize that there WAS more out there for me to do then sulk. And that while I was doing those things, it made me realize how ridiculous I was being. And I just had so much fun, being around a play again, and being with all my friends in one place again, Zach, Paul, Anna, and the rest... well.... and there was something else that kinda took my mind off of everything.
While working on the play, I stumbled across a girl named Lauren Gerber. I'm not sure what it was that attracted me to her at first.... but something definitely DID attract me to her. During my time working on the play, I hung out with her quite a bit. During the after party of the play she and I got pretty snuggly. It really seemed like I was on my way into another relationship.... one that, apparently, I was being warned against by Anna... she claims she warned me... I remember her encouraging me, so I'm going to assume it was just another example of that infuriating Girl-code all women speak. But, that's not really the point. The point is, it seemed like I was well on my way into another relationship and I was totally ready for it. We even kissed! In the park! During a rainstorm! How romantic is THAT?!
A little time went by... school got out, and I got A's in the two classes that I hadn't dropped... go me... the summer started up, and I was totally ready for it.... and apparently, the kiss had made Lauren realize she wasn't ready for a relationship. So, for the second time in my life, I was, as Anna and Eva would put it... pre-dumped.
The funny thing was, it bummed me out for like... a day. Then after that I was fine. No more sulking. About Lauren. About Kristin. About anything! And I think it was a combination of a few things that had cured me. Number one, was the play. I realized how much more productive getting out and doing something, rather then laying in bed and staring at the ceiling was. How it made me realize I had more I could be doing than sulking. Secondly, even though it didn't go anywhere, my faux relationship with Lauren made me realize that it was possible for me to get into another relationship... well, it's not like I thought it was impossible for me to get into another relationship... I mean, come on, look at me. I suppose, I simply figured that any relationship I'd get into would just remind me of the previous one and make me unhappy again. And the little tryst I had with Lauren helped me realize that this wasn't the case. And that made me happy.
That and it was summer time, and I was looking forward to some fun and fast times with the runnin' crew, Zach, Anna, Eva, and the gang.
The summer passed by relatively uneventfully, however. Sure, it had it's moments. Seeing Spider-Man 2 with Anna, Ambyre, and Dan was pretty kickin'. Some of the hangouts at Than's house were super cool. Zach and his band the Hot Rodder's gave a badass performance in Prairietown. Eva's move was a pretty big deal. Finally don't have to deal with HER anymore. HA! I kid, I kid.
I still have deal with her. I can't help it. She got a cell phone.
Ha! I kid again... or do I?!? No, I do. But not really. Seriously, though.
The Skynyrd concert was rockin', of course. That came at the tail end of the summer, and I pretty much consider it the biggest event that transpired over the three months. I mean, hell, just go back and look at my blog during the summer months. With the exception of a few online quiz results, I really didn't do much in the way of posting.
Then, came the fall. By this time, I had gotten a job at Kruta's bakery. My blogger posts had gone from angsty and regretful, to goofy and nonsensical.
With the exception of around election time. I made a pretty big post about why George W. Bush pisses me off. And why I was voting for Kerry... who lost. Ah, well. Life goes on, I suppose.
Sooooo.... more uneventful time passes.... I got really upset at myself for a while, blaming yours truly for Terry's current prediciment... the depression thing.... of which I no longer blame myself by the way... read the Exorcist.
And then there was the legendary trip to Florida, that I never did get around to telling all you Bloggerites about.
And I'm still not gonna.
Ahhhh.... and then came the legendary Quest Dream. Man, that dream was wacked. Like, wiggidy wack, not the regular type. That Quest Dream raised a lot of issues that I'm still currently working on figuring out.
Anyway of course, Christmas came, which was a rockin' good time. As it usually is.
Christmas was followed by another night of trippy dreams, this one involving God, the devil, and myself... I'm not really sure what to make of that one, and to be honest I don't really think about it. It makes my head hurt.
And then came the next dream about the Mystery Girl. And this dream pretty much solidified that this girl is on my mind quite a bit. And, as I said in the post I made about the dream, I'm still not exactly sure what to do about it. So, I'm going to let things transpire on their own, and not dwell on it. Whatever will be, will be!
And, that's pretty much all the high points! A TON has changed since I started the old Blogger up, back in early '04. People've come and gone, I've gone through changes, other people have gone through changes. Relationships have ended, new ones have started. My sister and Josh got engaged, my mom moved out on her own in a place in St. Louis. I cut my hair.
I'm really glad I started this blog. Way back when, I used to criticize these things, but now I realize that they're really nice for getting some things off your chest, or just goofing around when you're bored.
So, here's to one year of my Blog! And hopefully many more to come! And you punkasses better keep reading, cause I'm gonna keep writing.
And if you don't keep reading, I'll find you. I have powers.
The end.
