excessive burden of Ralphie work on my shoulders and I'm home free. What
does that mean exactly? Not a whole lot, considering that I haven't really
had much of a work load for the past few weeks. Which brings up another
point -- I have A LOT of time on my hands. Sound familiar? Yeah, it's been
that way for the majority of the year for me, but that's perfectly fine
since I have more time to explore my creative mind. You probably know what
that means...eh?
You guessed wrong if you thought I meant I was visualzing the mating habits
of farm animals. You also guessed incorrectly if you thought I was on top
of a tree eating breadsticks and blowing up balloons. In fact, if you
thought I used my extra time to write the numbers 1-1024 in binary you are
also wrong. I did that in 3rd grade, and don't intend to do it again until
I'm well into my 90's and have a serious case of Alzheimers. It depends.
Then again, when i'm in my 90's I'll probably be wearing Depends. If not, I
probably should be. Until then I'll appreciate the brute strength of my
bladder in times where it may seem that I should be making a boulder dash to
the latrine. Ok, that last one wasn't all that funny but at least it took
some thought...er I mean, utter lack of.
It's the end of April -- the end of Week # 17 of 2001 and for some of us,
the end of an era of listening to WMMS playing Godsmack's Voodoo. Wait,
that was last year! What really matters most is that most people get out of
school in 2 weeks or less (or quite a bit more if you are attending a
certain university 130 miles SSW of here). We still love you down there and
there will be an emptiness inside until you guys return! But I'm sure
there's a lot of stupid stuff we're gonna do up here in Cleveland that you
probably won't feel *too* left out -- in fact, you probably enjoy all those
daily riots and cops spraying tear gas all over the place. I know I
would...I would start my own revolution. And play all that old school
hippie music. I can't guarantee I'd grow my hair long but at least I'd
probably smoke lots of pot and trip on mind-altering (or as I say,
"Mind-Enhancing") substances. And then I'd get caught and be dragged out in
cuffs. But that's in another lifetime, I think.
Hey -- guess what? One of these days I'll take a trip to the ZA Hall of
Records and pull out some more good stuff to scan so everyone can see all my
fun and interesting and otherwise insane works. The biggest object of
interest: I made this huge 600-page book back when I was between the ages of
like 6 and 8. I'll try to find it, but there's other things I'd like to
find first...or I mean...I'd like JOE to find first
weird because I've had recurring dreams about going to my own personal "Hall
of records" since I was a kid. It contains everything I've ever owned,
created, or otherwise wanted in the past. This place lies in a small
building that resembles a mobile home surrounded by dense forest and mists.
I never know when I'll travel there, but when I do I discover new treasures
I have long forgotten about. It's really weird, but it's so cool to go
there.
What else is there? Aha. Joe and I have had a lot of conversations lately
reminiscing about the past. Which is fun, especially since there's so much
about my "former self" that no one even knows about...and I can somewhat
give some sort of insight into it by telling my tales. And I know for a
fact no one has ever heard my rendition of the Monkees' "Not your stepping
stone" at the age of 4. I really don't intend on enlightening anyone about
this either, since it's really bad and very embarrassing. But then again,
so is the whole 1985 diary thing, so in all reality it doesn't really
matter!
Oh -- and before I forget, I'm happy to announce that my brother-in-law Jim
had successful kidney transplant surgery on Wednesday. I think he will be
returning home early next week. My sister Donna is currently staying here
with us rehabilitating after her bout with Legionairre's disease which
really set her back big-time. Hopefully she will be able to gain strength
and be able to enjoy this summer with her husband and the rest of our
family. It's been a tough road for her since Day 1, and she has stayed
strong through every single day. And my parents have been so supportive
also, and I have to appreciate all they have done for her. I often complain
about how much of a burden my parents are to me, and they are at times...but
they mean well and I have to respect their decisions as long as I'm under
their roof. Hopefully though, I'll be gone soon and be able to spread my
wings :)
Well, I have a lot more time to write, but I'm running out of ideas and need
something else to do (I'm reading all this stuff about ADHD and that, and
I'm convinced I had a very complicated form of it as a child and still do),
although in all honesty I think it's more like an acute case of high
intelligence that was left largely unnoticed until I met people that were
smart enough to actually realize what I was capable of. That's ok -- I'm
not gonna bitch about that. I had fun as a kid. Not in the "normal" ways,
but nevertheless I had some great times. And I still do.
-Chris