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Name: Nathan Country: United States State: Illinois Birthday: 5/4/1984 Gender: Male
Interests: I am a huge Cleveland Indians fan. I love to watch baseball, and play it. I like to play soccer,basketball and football... GO BUCKS... I also enjoy singing and playing the guitar. Expertise: Well my area of expertise is right now obviously being retarded because i made a web page for myself.Maybe if this turns out to be a good thing then my area of expertise will be being a genius.... YOu never know. Occupation: Other
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Member Since:
11/10/2003
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| - Just for Now
Why am I writing on this thing instead of writing my English
paper? Hmmmm... a good question that I’m pretty sure I can answer all too
easily. I can't think... Well properly at least. Right now I should be writing
all about Jonathan Swift and his wonderful Satire; The one where he
sarcastically suggests that we turn to cannibals, all in one last cry to shake
his country from the apathy that has fallen so deeply upon them. This is an
apathy that has shaken the country so violently that the women can be seen just
about anywhere you look selling their bodies, and begging for money or food, or
anything that will feed them and their children.
Like I said though, there is good reason for me
to be writing on xanga as opposed to writing about these other things. The
truth though is that when I begin to write, the thing that has consumed my
thoughts since I began researching this topic will not leave my mind. Therefore
I am trapped writing about the very thing that I am so frustrated about, the
very thing that I can't seem to actually start to write about. Now if I simply
needed to write my thoughts on this piece of work it would not be difficult
because I have seen parallels between Swifts writing and our country today. I
would imagine that if swift were in my shoes he would be delighted to write a
simple five to eight page paper, and i also imagine that in doing this he would
not be writing it just for the grade. Swift seems like a man that wrote to get
someone’s attention. He always wrote for meaning, this "A Modest
Proposal" was no different. Not only was this written out of his own
desperation, but also because he could see that his country was in hopeless
need of a change.
I’ll be
honest I am not one of those people who likes to share their feelings unless I
feel that it is absolutely necessary. Is this a moment when it is absolutely
necessary? Well, I don’t know, but for some reason I do feel like writing. It
may be because I should be writing something else ( my paper) right now. I
think it also may be because I am need of sharing my feelings though. As weird
as that may sound, my fingers continue to move, and my mind remains focused on
Jonathan Swift and his reasoning behind writing the things that he did.
What is it
to be a man that causes change as opposed to a man that just causes you to
think? Perhaps Jonathan Swift should have been more active in trying to achieve
this change. I do realize that media can be a very important and effective tool
in showing someone their weaknesses, but what better way to get down in the
trenches and show them how to do it the right way? I’m not sure, but I think it
is safe to say that the reason beyond reason that it took so long for Ireland to
change, is because there was a lack of men wanting to show others the right way
to do things. This is a similar problem that our Country shares. A lack of male
leadership has so thoroughly infiltrated our schools, churches and families
that instead of standing up for what we believe in we have people sitting back
and telling us how to get it done.
Perhaps
this is yet another reason that I feel so inept in writing this paper. I feel no
need to be heavily involved in literature. That would be where I am wrong though.
There is so much to be learned from history. Anyway… I think I am done writing here.
Its time for me to go at it again. Pray for
me if you think about it. I am sure if you are reading this that I will almost assuredly
still be writing the same paper, and thinking the same things. Yet another random
late night post. I might add that it is my first and possibly only serious one.
Goodnight
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| - Stand From
this day forward,
You shall not walk alone.
My heart will be your shelter,
And my arms will be your home.
I went to a Wedding this weekend. My Best friend. The Lord Blesses those who serve Him. They shall be blessed. Goodnight!
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| Well seeing as how the lady friend pointed it out that i haven't made a post in quite a while, and requested so nicely that i make a new post i thought i would oblige. I don't really have much to say. I guess i could start off with giving props to all my boys on the indians for winning today... Eliminating our central division rivals the twins is not always an easy job. It wasn't pretty, but we got it done. I guess the same could be said for the huevos elite victory overy the cuban nationals the other day. As for myself, i almost personally cost our team the game by having three errors in one inning, but the bats were hot, and so was the sun. I guess a huevos victory was just written in the starts. So now we go into the playoffs with a 7-0 record, looking for our first intramural championship, out of a slew of missed opportunities. I think this year is the year we bring home the t-shirts. ha... ANyways... I kind of have a general question for all of you, if any that read this post. Does anyone else ever have an eye twitch. Dear GOODNESS OF MERCY.... I DO... and let me tell you, it is not a fun thing. I'll give you three reasons for that. The first reason i can't stand it is because it makes me feel like i am a mental case. Have you ever seen those people that blink every two seconds, and then their lip twitches or face or something...well if you have stop making fun of them... they are probably just under a lot of stress. Number two is because i'm sick of people winking back at me and smiling. I AM NOT WINKING AT YOU. But i'll be honest, the real reason it bothers me is because everytime i get close to beating Goody in a MLB 2004 it starts up again, and everytime he throws the pitch i can't see it and i swing like an idiot. Which brings me to my next thought. Goody is asleep right now, well i think he is sleeping. I can't ever tell. Its kinda scary in the middle of the night when you are staying up studying...all of the lights are off except a little lamp, and all of the sudden your roomate sits up in bed screaming in some russian dialect that you have never heard before. Yeah too many scary movies i guess. I guess i get used to it though, i mean its always fun to try and figure out what his gibberish means. One line i will always remember though is.."Santaclause is real?"... yeah that one had me rolling for a while... So enough enough already... i am just rambling... but i'd like to thank my laura... just for being herself, and loving me... i miss you babe... Have a great day Ya'll... Stats is calling. | | |
| Well seeing as how i haven't posted on this site for just about two months again, i decided that i would inform you all on everything that hasn't happened in my life during this period of time. So pretty much thats mostly everything, except the usual going home for christmas break, and seeing my girlfriend for a short period of time, coming back to school, going to classes, hangin out with the guys, eating at the ROT... (still sick of the food). Anyways... So pretty much there is nothing to write about. No funny stories, yup nothin... Wow... this is sad... usually i at least have a good story about some crazy guy on a plane, or my wonderful wardrobe, but today its pretty simple... I'm about to fulfill my daily RA duties, which of course are never relentless, but right now i am being distracted by that add above my xanga page. Its calling to me. I know its just a gimick... "free i-pod" THey're all the same, just punch the little man, or shoot the target, or shoot the ball in the basket. See i know whats behind this whole thing... They just want me to click on that little fricker and then theyre going to bombard me with a little pop-up. YOu say, whats so bad about one little pop-up, well yeah thats what they want you to think until they suck all the information out of you including your e-mail address, just so they can throw every advertisment into your inbox that could ever fit; however even with this wide knowledge that i have of how this little scheme works, the little man is still there... dancing around, and i still have a strange desire to move my mouse and punch his fat ugly body... Yeah i always knew there was something wrong with me. Well i better get going, but aren't you so glad i took the time to write that pointless paragraph, hopefully in some sick way it brightened your day! Oh by the way... I am sick nasty at biology.... I think i should become a biologist... ok well maybe not, but i did enjoy bio lab today... yes, that was a very strange feeling. hmmm... later fools. | | |
| Is it possible that i am updating my xanga site? Could it be that i actually am writing something new? Well... i guess we will all have to wait and see what unique and interesting masterpiece is created this time by the fingertips of the master. Ok so maybe i went a little too far with the whole me creating masterpieces with my fingers but i think i do have a couple funny stories to tell. Well i had a pretty good break, obviously number one because i was able to go home and see my amazing girlfriend Laura...but also to see my family. We all know what thanksgiving is like and especially the few days after when everyone is running around the mall doing shopping and what not and My family is not unlike any other when it comes to this. So the Saturday after thankgiving my family and i are all at the mall shopping for God knows what. My mom is standing in line buying something with one of my sisters while my little sister lusts after everything else in the store and begs my mom to buy it all for her because "she doesn't have any of it and she really needs it." Of course while all of this is happening my dad and i are just standing in the mall bored because we aren't exactly the shopping type. Well my dad walked into this store called "urban legends" hmmm... that probably should have sent up a warning sign for me not to follow him in there but i guess i just bit the bullet and followed right after him. We were just idley talking and i browsed a few things... not ever thinking about intentionally buying anything. I think i need to paint a picture for you of this store before i go any further though. Its that kind of store where everything is eight times to big for you and really wierd colors, All of the workers except one are black and they are wearing ice around their neck... Its a real bling bling store... lots of hizzy for only a littel bit of shizzy... Yeah you know... and of course my dad somewhat stands out in his cowboy boots, so i take a look at a few jackets. They have Cleveland indians jackets.."oh thats neat" i say... well my dad immediatley thinks thats his signal to ask me if i would like to buy the coat. I try to convince him that i really don't need to the coat and that because of its XL size and my small to medium sized body, it just wouldn't work out. He isists that i try it on though, so like a good little boy i try it on... Well thats nice and i put it back. Well the only white trash ghettos salesman can't leave better enough alone so he decides that the coat looks amazing on me and that i cant' beat a deal like that. The funny thing is that my dad agreed with him. So i am getting nervous here like i might actually have to wear this coat at some point. I can obviously tell that my dad is going to be offended if i don't let him buy it for me.It may possibly be in my posession when i leave this store. Its ok though, because the thug assures me that the coat is "pimpin" and that " All the ladies will come flockin to me yo" So after that assurance i felt better and my dad decided that i needed the coat and he bought it for me.... SO thats my story. If your ever see me walkin around and the only part of my body you can see is my head and my knees... i am probably wearing my new wonderful pimpin coat that my dad had to buy for me. SO anyways... hopefully you'll get the pleasure of checkin that out sometime. I have another story to tell about my flight home... but i think this last one was a little too overwhelming to continue on for right now... so there i posted ~later fools | | |
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