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Name: Caleb Gender: Male
Interests: Reading, Writing, Drawing, Painting, Designing, Swimming, Collecting Stamps, Bills & Coins, taking photographs in both B&W and Color, and computer oriented subjects as well (Web design, etc) Expertise: Writing Fiction, Writing Poetry, Sketching, Conceptual Drawing, Color Photography, Swimming & Baseball. Occupation: Artist Industry: Art
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Member Since:
7/2/2005
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| Summer is here and I am stuck watching reruns of MASH, Reba, and Donald Duck
Home is where the pillow is, according to mom There is no home and no pillow without a job, she added off looking I've gone to show my work, from the newspaper to a painter, I've responded
To no avail, yet I do not despair... for soon I will be in school again, with plenty work to do.
hehe Okay don't be thinking I'm bored and what not, I've been running around with my parents to their reunions, get-to-gethers, visits, and also trying to complete some of my own projects... it's not that I need something to do it's that I need that something I do to do more for me than fulfill my goals, apparently I need to find what fills my wallet as well as my goals... O_o but all the while it sounds hypocritical... but heck what am I saying... any money in the wallet is good money right? XD
Ode to the good ol' summer days ;)
Hey peeps I'm alive :)
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| So this must be something of a record... :P it's been several... err... 5+ months I think... since I've updated here... *sigh*
oh well... don't come here much, for reasons that I just don't take the time to do so... :O big suprise right? ;P
any who...
I'M ALIVE!! :D for those who care and read this :P
J.C.Riddler - Hobbes
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| Don't fall over with shock that I'm updating...
Had to say it
Over and over
again I've been hit in the face with the exclamation of "you never
update" or the ever present feeling of "we never talk/chat as much as
we used to" and all the related and similarly phrased guilt trips
available. All I have to say for myself is... I've grown tired of
being locked in one room for countless hours like I had once been
during my last three years of highschool. Such irritation with
encarceration has brought me to try my best to escape to the outside
world, to places beyond a single room, and to thoughts and events that
are more substantial in the currency of memories worth remembering. I'm
sorry, I'd more than love to see you all, hear from you, and be a
friend with you, but the circumstances have brought it to be thus: All
correspondance related relationships are to be somewhat muted in
comparison to before, in order for my sanity to be kept in tact.
This
doesn't mean that I'll cut it out entirely... merely that I probably
will not update, email, or chat as regularly as I once was available to
be.
That being said:
One more week of work and
school, before my parents get here and the party begins! Most people I
know write about how they like getting away from their parents. But
sometimes seeing your parent's isn't all that bad of an experience...
mine tend to be a walking, non-stop talking, comedy center of
communications... and a shrewd, sensible yet relaxed listener. Then you
have the little brat, who just simply spices everything up for some
interesting twists. (he's MY brat! ;P)
So yeah... we have our moments, but in the end they're still special to me.
hmm...
what else... Oh yeah... I've been commissioned to translate 5 pages of
documents for the a business here, and my class involves... waaaaay too
much reading than there is time for (never thought I'd say that...
being an avid reader)
I'm still working on the tan... hmm... :P hehe nay ways... that's the update... can't overload you guys...
Hobbes - J.C.Riddler - Caleb
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| I don't reeeeeeeaaaaallly update here :P as you all know
so just... er... go HERE:
Http://jcriddler.deviantart.com/ OR http://www.livejournal.com/users/jcriddler/
voila! and you'll get more current updates from me... THOUGH I will TRY to copy and paste the same content here... just so I can say I update...
:P
Hobbes - J.C.Riddler - Caleb
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| He gives and takes away...
In the due course of time I have come to the full comprehension and understanding that my life is completely encased in a world of ethereal surrealism, mixed with fantastical imagination and humbling musings of the truths obtained in the Bible.
Many thoughts have come into my head: Why is -insert random friends name here- my friend? What actually spurts their reason for being my friend? is it more than one thing? Why do these people like me, or at least smile to my face? Are they really my friends? or mere acquaintances? perhaps fakes?
Don't get me wrong, if you're one of the people who, for some unknown reason, has just designated or accepted the title of "friends" with me. I'm not questioning your integrity as a friend, or as a person. I do not question your motives, only the reasons. To get to the point, I fell on my knees in thought, resignated to the utter realization that I am not worthy of any one's attentions, let alone friendship and time. Whatever did I do to deserve even so much as a glance from the next person? I can't think of any explanation or reason as to why there are people I get along with, whom I label "friends". There is an unspoken understanding, perhaps perception or just mere God given hints of blessing, that I still am unworthy of.
Just the hard way of saying, I value friends far better than any posession I could possibly have. Better than any acheivement I could obtain, and better than any other selfish indulgement that I can think of at the moment. I wouldn't trade any, not one, of my friends for anything other than what they are.
Projects - 1- Drawing 2 Interpreting "Time" 2- Graphic Design 1 Typographic Portraits (6) 3- 2 page paper on why I chose "Nuclear Technology/Science" as my Life Science subject 4- 13 page Exagetical (however you spell that) 5- 10 page paper on "Nuclear Technology/Science" 6- "Bound By Darkness" keep writing 7- Continue to update Website I have more... and these aren't in any particular order... they just are getting done sometime within the next week... month... or... whenever... :P
*sigh*
I'll be out contemplating more deep melancholy thoughts of reality.
Hobbes
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