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twicketfaceI had a shitty day yesterday and while nothing majorly wrong happened, I was in a hypersensitive mood. I don't deal well with vague instruction and have troubles with asking for more direction (for fear that I'll be seen as incompetent or that the Higher Ups have more important things to do). I realize how I am when I get in these moods and try not to dwell on them, since I know that in a few days I'll be back to my usual self. I went to bed around 8:30 and woke up to Marie coming to bed later on. She kissed me squarely on the lips and rubbed my back and I just about melted. It was just what I needed. Here's to those people who make life utterly fantastic.
We got a call from Terry on Saturday, which was awesome. He and Danielle are settled in nicely, given the blackouts, and he sounded in good spirits. He is working at a middle school in Michigan that has a 90% Armenian population. A great opportunity for him and lots of good stories around the holidays. He is *in* for the fantasy football league again this year, along with the addition of my dad and Eric's dad. Bring it on. I'm also in the football pool at work. I think I pick them pretty well, so it should be interesting.
I think I set some sort of Kinko's spending record.
I've also decided to only believe the polls that support my own personal opinion.
This isn't all that great, but it is important.
1) Describe the moment you knew you Marie was The One.
In lieu of typing this all out, I'll just cut and paste my submission to The Sun magazine a few months back (didn't get published, but I think it sums up things nicely). So, here goes:
Being single for 20 years tends to make you rethink yourself. Perhaps I was destined to be a eunuch. Perhaps I was gay. Meeting woman wasn't the problem; I had far more female than male friends. I just couldn't get past the "but we're such good friends" routine I'd heard so many times before - this unscalable wall of friendly rejection.
My sophomore year of college I met two friendly freshman roomates who went to each dorm room making introductions. It was then I met Marie. She had the most beautiful smile and contagious laugh. I made it my mission to experience both as often as possible. We had social contact through mutual friends and started a group routine together - going to the cafeteria together or walking to class. I later learned she was engaged to someone in the Army a few states away. My smitten heart promptly put its hands over its ears and started yelling, blocking out all attempts at logic.
Our friendship soon included walks around campus at night. Meandering around the academic buildings and run-down apartments on those fall nights, we spoke of everything and nothing; debating the value of Columbus Day, our favorite movies and sharing secrets. We would make a game of it; trying to think up conversation questions during boring pit classes to share with each other later. I'd safely wager that 1/4 of my class hours that year were devoted to preparing for our walks.
The feelings of true love grew more and more inside me every day, but I knew that she was unattainable. And somehow this made things easier. We could truly get to know each other without the awkwardness that usually is involved with relationships. As the seasons changed and we grew even closer, I picked up on problems she was having with her fiance. The military was changing him from a man she loved into a man she feared. The question ran through my mind during so many late night bouts of insomnia: Did I have a chance at anything more than friendship with her? Still, I did my best to be a friend to Marie, someone she could rely on, like I had so many times before with so many other women. Except this time, I was begging for the ending to come out in my favor for once.
Towards the end of the semester, we were in my room one night and Marie looked as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. I reached out to her and she just held onto my hand for a long, long time. I fought every urge not to kiss her, to hold her, to promise I could make everything better. It wasn't my place; at least, not yet. There was electricity in the room and it was the closest I've ever felt to anyone in my life; like we were sharing the same internal organs.
The next day she changed our lives forever. I stopped by her room on instinct after class and she said "You must have gotten the message I left on your machine". From this instant on, time shifted to the background. We were alone in the moment when she told me what she did. She broke up with him and told me she had fallen in love with me. My jaw dropped open and electricity shot through my body. We embraced for a lifetime and I said a silent prayer, hoping that this was for real. Four years and one wedding celebration later, the electricity still floors me on a regular basis.
2) When did you join Mr. Ridiculous, and why?
Good question, and bear with me. I got a face to face CD on my 18th birthday and liked it. I also got a Fat Wreck Chords compilation, containing a face to face track as well as one by Propagandhi. Through their website, I got on the AK Press mailing list for the catalog. In the catalog, they had shirts made by www.unamerican.com (still with me?). I signed up for the unamerican mailing list, but only got one email from them, which was sent by James Squeaky, explaining the cat fiasco. In the email, he had a link to misterridiculous.com, which I promptly checked out and joined. Good lord, that was a long time ago. I miss that place.
3) Have you ever been to another country? Which ones?
I have been to Canada (that is to say, ridden through Canada about 10 years ago en route to a family vacation in Boston) and to St. Lucia for our honeymoon.
4) As a follow-up to #3, which countries would you like to visit and why?
I'd like to go back to Canada because I think it is a sort of utopia given my beliefs. I've also heard Australia is amazing and would like to get there before we have kids. Hmmm...
5) How proportional is your group of online friends to your group of Real Life friends?
I've only got one friend on my list that I've met in person (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jonnyv), all the rest are people I've kept in touch electronically. I would love to meet my LJ friends in person, but geographics tends to get in the way. Someday, I promise.
We got a call from Terry on Saturday, which was awesome. He and Danielle are settled in nicely, given the blackouts, and he sounded in good spirits. He is working at a middle school in Michigan that has a 90% Armenian population. A great opportunity for him and lots of good stories around the holidays. He is *in* for the fantasy football league again this year, along with the addition of my dad and Eric's dad. Bring it on. I'm also in the football pool at work. I think I pick them pretty well, so it should be interesting.
I think I set some sort of Kinko's spending record.
I've also decided to only believe the polls that support my own personal opinion.
This isn't all that great, but it is important.
1) Describe the moment you knew you Marie was The One.
In lieu of typing this all out, I'll just cut and paste my submission to The Sun magazine a few months back (didn't get published, but I think it sums up things nicely). So, here goes:
Being single for 20 years tends to make you rethink yourself. Perhaps I was destined to be a eunuch. Perhaps I was gay. Meeting woman wasn't the problem; I had far more female than male friends. I just couldn't get past the "but we're such good friends" routine I'd heard so many times before - this unscalable wall of friendly rejection.
My sophomore year of college I met two friendly freshman roomates who went to each dorm room making introductions. It was then I met Marie. She had the most beautiful smile and contagious laugh. I made it my mission to experience both as often as possible. We had social contact through mutual friends and started a group routine together - going to the cafeteria together or walking to class. I later learned she was engaged to someone in the Army a few states away. My smitten heart promptly put its hands over its ears and started yelling, blocking out all attempts at logic.
Our friendship soon included walks around campus at night. Meandering around the academic buildings and run-down apartments on those fall nights, we spoke of everything and nothing; debating the value of Columbus Day, our favorite movies and sharing secrets. We would make a game of it; trying to think up conversation questions during boring pit classes to share with each other later. I'd safely wager that 1/4 of my class hours that year were devoted to preparing for our walks.
The feelings of true love grew more and more inside me every day, but I knew that she was unattainable. And somehow this made things easier. We could truly get to know each other without the awkwardness that usually is involved with relationships. As the seasons changed and we grew even closer, I picked up on problems she was having with her fiance. The military was changing him from a man she loved into a man she feared. The question ran through my mind during so many late night bouts of insomnia: Did I have a chance at anything more than friendship with her? Still, I did my best to be a friend to Marie, someone she could rely on, like I had so many times before with so many other women. Except this time, I was begging for the ending to come out in my favor for once.
Towards the end of the semester, we were in my room one night and Marie looked as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. I reached out to her and she just held onto my hand for a long, long time. I fought every urge not to kiss her, to hold her, to promise I could make everything better. It wasn't my place; at least, not yet. There was electricity in the room and it was the closest I've ever felt to anyone in my life; like we were sharing the same internal organs.
The next day she changed our lives forever. I stopped by her room on instinct after class and she said "You must have gotten the message I left on your machine". From this instant on, time shifted to the background. We were alone in the moment when she told me what she did. She broke up with him and told me she had fallen in love with me. My jaw dropped open and electricity shot through my body. We embraced for a lifetime and I said a silent prayer, hoping that this was for real. Four years and one wedding celebration later, the electricity still floors me on a regular basis.
2) When did you join Mr. Ridiculous, and why?
Good question, and bear with me. I got a face to face CD on my 18th birthday and liked it. I also got a Fat Wreck Chords compilation, containing a face to face track as well as one by Propagandhi. Through their website, I got on the AK Press mailing list for the catalog. In the catalog, they had shirts made by www.unamerican.com (still with me?). I signed up for the unamerican mailing list, but only got one email from them, which was sent by James Squeaky, explaining the cat fiasco. In the email, he had a link to misterridiculous.com, which I promptly checked out and joined. Good lord, that was a long time ago. I miss that place.
3) Have you ever been to another country? Which ones?
I have been to Canada (that is to say, ridden through Canada about 10 years ago en route to a family vacation in Boston) and to St. Lucia for our honeymoon.
4) As a follow-up to #3, which countries would you like to visit and why?
I'd like to go back to Canada because I think it is a sort of utopia given my beliefs. I've also heard Australia is amazing and would like to get there before we have kids. Hmmm...
5) How proportional is your group of online friends to your group of Real Life friends?
I've only got one friend on my list that I've met in person (
jonnyv), all the rest are people I've kept in touch electronically. I would love to meet my LJ friends in person, but geographics tends to get in the way. Someday, I promise.
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Date: 2003-08-19 02:59 pm (UTC)Okay, even though I know the two of you are married now? I just about hollered "YES!" upon reading this. While I contained that, I didn't manage to suppress the little cheering motion I did with my arms.
I'm a dork.
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Date: 2003-08-19 07:07 pm (UTC)Dorks are always allowed in my clubhouse.
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Date: 2003-08-19 04:40 pm (UTC)Re: iraqometer
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Date: 2003-08-19 05:24 pm (UTC)I've also decided to only believe the polls that support my own personal opinion.
Awesome. I'm quoting you on that, just 'cause it's what I do, too, though I don't exactly remember making a conscious decision to do so...
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Date: 2003-08-19 07:21 pm (UTC)I don't remember making the decision to do so either, but looking back, it's always been that way...:)
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Date: 2003-08-19 09:32 pm (UTC)Hmm...if the Dearborn Academy were in Dearborn, it'd be in the city where I grew up! Or, if it's over by Ann Arbor, it'd just be over by a really cool city.
Teachers who really love their jobs & make an effort are my heroes, by the way. :)
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