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Name: Craig
Location: Lawrence, Kansas
Birthday: 5/28/1984
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Member Since: 11/29/2004

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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Patronae

"Do you think you could have a dragon for a patronus?" - London
"Yeah, sure... but you'd have to be a total badass." - Xav
"Like Chuck Norris?" - London
"Oh for sure. His patronus is definitely a dragon." - Xav
*pause*
"Or another Chuck Norris!" - Xav


Just got back from a week in Alaska, land of eskimos and home of the eagles, polar bears, and that wonderful addition to humanity named Sarah Palin. Saw Harry Potter 7.0 with London (which explains the above conversation, although we certainly don't have to be in a movie theater to nerd out and discuss all things Harry Potter). In a word, it kicked butt. Well, that's three words, but you get the idea.

It's finals time, which of course means I'm locating every single possible source of distraction and procrastination. Which is why I've come across my lovely old Xanga. What memories!

It took me almost an hour to set embarassing entries to "private" (they're not all bad - mostly just way too dramatic). I used to be so funny! And very, very childish. Live and learn.

In other news, I love, love, love everything in my life. The stress grounds me, I've got everything scheduled to a "T," and I'm confident that in less than 2 weeks I will have successfully made it through law school.

I'm about to be a lawyer. So weird!

And just because I have to...
In my mouth: my retainers (yes, I still wear them - I enjoy my perfect teeth)
In my ears: nothing! It's too late at night. Just the keyboard clacking.
In my thoughts: contemplating d's post-it strategy for eyeball pain relief.

Okay kiddos. Between this and LJ (both of which, in the spirit of the season, were revived tonight), www.justlistentome.com, flavorincorporated.com, and Facebook there is simply no way to keep everything updated. So don't expect much besides funny quotes for a while.

Charmingly yours,

Xav

PS - my patronus is Liam Neeson as Qui Gon Jinn. If George Lucas tries to sue me, I'll switch back to a burrowing owl (they are super cute, smart, and ferocious in a tiny little way).


Wednesday, March 07, 2007

another confession

When I was in fourth grade, I received a Student of the Week trophy. I was to keep in on my desk so that I could show everyone in my class that I had made the most progress on my spelling tests.

The only problem was, every time I opened my desk the trophy would fall off the back side. After only a single day, I decided to keep the trophy in my desk during the day and only place it on display when I left the classroom for lunch/recess and then again when I left for the day.

Being only a child, I abandoned this noble plan after only another single day. Again and again the trophy would fall off my desk every time it was opened, until it finally broke.

I was devastated. I hid the trophy in my desk to hide my crime and my shame from my peers. But every time I opened my desk, the olympian statuette gazed up at me--and the whole world--with such a hurtful expression of abandoment that I soon pulled papers and books within my desk into a such state of disarray that I could cover the victim of my recklessness.

As it would happen, the teacher forgot all about the trophy, and the Student of the Week. So did I. I kept my desk in a state of dishevelment, and I kept my sin from the light of day.

In time, the teacher chose a new Student of the Week and asked of the class who had the trophy. I kept my mouth shut, knowing that the broken prize lie buried deep within the mess of papers and workbooks and pencils and sticks of glue that mark a fourth grader's prized school possessions.

The girl sitting next to me turned me in. She was apparently jealous of my victory and of my appointment, and resigned herself to do me any injustice she found opportune. The embarrassment was intolerable as I pretended to look for the broken trophy. I shuffled the papers in my desk uncomfortably, trying to stay the inevitable. My ruse could not stand the scrutiny of twenty pairs of staring eyes, so I pulled the haggard trophy from my desk and returned her to the teacher.

She only glanced at my shrunken, defeated form before she decided not to ask me what had happened to the Student of the Week's only extant form of self-identification, the golden chalice for fourth graders. That day was the last time she picked a student of the week.

I find that I am still messy in the same deliberate, conspiratorial way that I became that year. It is intractible. I hide my activities and my sins behind stacks of papers, magazines, and unrecycled aluminum cans. Anyone seeking evidence of crime or unbecoming behaviour would doubtless find little clue before despairing of his task and finding me not to be guilty of whatever he had me accused.

I find it funny how our personalities are formed by the terrible things that happen to us when we are small.


Sunday, December 04, 2005

everyone else is happy


Thursday, November 17, 2005

I just received my first A on a speech in COMS 130.

and that is all.
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By The Killers
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Friday, October 28, 2005

i saw a sign on the road that said:

i missed you on sunday

 - god

wow. i missed you, too, god.



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