<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:35:09.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know how to sew</title><subtitle type='html'>you're still my friend right?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-110928873622309924</id><published>2005-02-24T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:45:36.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of people say that the way that the new year starts after tet is the way that the rest of the year will go. If so, my year of the rooster will be marked with some not to pleasant feelings. It seems like for the past month or so, many different Chris personas are conflicting for mental/physical control. When i wake up in the morning i can feel the internal struggle between the personas to see who will be the days dominant one. Its quite a strange sensation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to come up and talk to me, I dont know that you would be able to sense which neurotic mental manifestation was in control of my physical self for any given day. On the surface it seems as if each neurotic manifestation exhibits qualites taht are consistant with Chris Tran. On the surface it may appear taht the water is calm and steady but in reality under the surface i can feel a different way of understanding the world, a different way of thinking associated with each neurotic persona. Although this mental state affords a unobstructed [and differing] view of the outside world, it unavoidably constructs a convoluted and complex inner-conciousness which can be hard to navigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this neurosis is the reason why these days i am watching even more television and playing more video games than i normally do. The power of media resides in its ability to create an alternate reality in which the individual can impose for his own. In other words, media's power resides in the fact that it bestows psuedo-control back into the viewer, so that the viewer has teh ability to choose to enter the reality of the show, game, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance to escape the complexess of and composite-ness of my own mind I turn to different media outlets. Through media [video games, tv, cinema, etc] i have the luxury of choosing to not be manic chris tran, of not being photographer chris tran, of not being film scholar chris tran, nor am i reclusive chris tran. Through media i AM Tom Brady of the new england patriots. Through media i AM Federal Agent Jack Bauer of CTU. Media affords me the ability to choose any alternate fictional or non-fictional reality and to impose it upon my own. Media removes the neurotic personas from power and restores my ability/power to choose my own persona, even if the choice is a fictional persona. The appeal of adopting a fictional reality and persona resides in the fact that through a third party persona we are able to make sense of our own personas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that somewhere along the line of me working through my neursis that this post became a sort of working outline for another independant study research paper. "Neurotic Personas [and the Subsiquent Replacement of] through Mass Media." Right now I am film studies scholar Chris Tran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-110928873622309924?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/110928873622309924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/110928873622309924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110928873622309924' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-110244201587334909</id><published>2004-12-07T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T09:53:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been an uber long time since i have blogged. It has been so long that it is almost xmas. Today has to be the absolutely worst day ever. Not only do I have the stomach flu (but if you discount the throwing up of ungodly amounts of various stomach liquids and the incessant pain in my stomach where it feels like an incubating alien is about ready to pop out, its not so bad) but i have 2 finals today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today it will be clear sailing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-110244201587334909?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/110244201587334909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/110244201587334909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110244201587334909' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-109331250907469282</id><published>2004-08-23T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:55:48.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christian Bale as Chris Nolan's &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/batman_begins/"&gt;BATMAN&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-109331250907469282?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/109331250907469282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/109331250907469282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109331250907469282' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-109044669754598974</id><published>2004-07-21T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:56:42.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have posted and a lot has changed since then.&amp;nbsp; Living on our my own is great even though I have to cook and fend for myself becuase the alternative is starvation.&amp;nbsp; Fending for myself isnt really that hard though, thanks to the contributions of Theresa [George Forman Grill], the knives we ultimately got from Vincent [we exchanged the toaster he got us becuase we already had one], and the bountiful supplies of beer that various people have brought over.&amp;nbsp; I love living on my own even if it means being lonely at times becuase if Vanessa isnt home then no one is home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Work is going well as well, less the 2 hour or so commute each way from home to work and from work to home.&amp;nbsp; Less the drive work has been spectacular.&amp;nbsp; If anyone wants to come visit the set, things can be arranged [but you will have to wait in line becuas there are others already waiting].&amp;nbsp; Its a lot of fun working for a legitimate company, not that vietnamese run companies arent legitimate but they sure are sketch.&amp;nbsp; As cheap as a company as Disney is, Disney doesnt compare to any vietnamese companies.&amp;nbsp; I wouldnt mind working for ABC/Disney when i get out of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vanessa and I bought Ashlee Simpson's new cd yesterday although I got a copy of it from work on Monday before it came out.&amp;nbsp; As one of the first 500 people to purchase the cd, we get to meet her on sunday! Do we gross you out as much as we gross ourselves out sometimes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-109044669754598974?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/109044669754598974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/109044669754598974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109044669754598974' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108802377336960654</id><published>2004-06-23T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:55:19.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It boggles my mind when I just sit here [the sofa in the intern office] and watch people who walk by. The producers walk by, as does the executive producer [of both the show and of ABC daytime, west coast], and so do the soap stars [who are pretty nice and some of them are surprisingly small in stature and some of them are a lot cuter than they appear on TV] .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on today I’m going to sit in with the director in the master control room. The technology they have here is amazing. The editing systems, the audio systems, all of the systems are amazing. I was talking with an editor of the show and I was just looking at her desk and all I could think was that I want a desk like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look out the office window, I see the LA skyline and I look over the hills and I wonder what Vanessa is doing. I also find myself wondering what is Theresa doing right now too. I would love to get the chance to work in a lab like she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing ABC Disney company picnic is on the 10th of July. I wonder if the soap stars will be out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108802377336960654?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108802377336960654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108802377336960654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108802377336960654' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108794372241296117</id><published>2004-06-22T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T15:35:22.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so frustrated. So frustrated that i dont even want to move out anymore, but I have to. There is no room at home now, the room is rented and I need to move. After days upon days of driving around we havent found a place and the one condo we did find, it looks as if some other people will get that condo. Maybe I'll just have to put my belongings into storage and just manage homelesses [unless you count the expedition as a home. in taht case i wont really be homeless] for a while until I find myself a roof to live under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my mom was right. She asked why do I want to move out? I want to move out becuase i want to be independant and to grow up. Theres probably no faster way of growing up than not having a roof to live under. Look mom I'm growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108794372241296117?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108794372241296117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108794372241296117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108794372241296117' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108735512554174107</id><published>2004-06-15T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T20:05:25.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lemony Snicket's &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/lemony_snickets/"&gt;Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/a&gt; kick ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108735512554174107?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108735512554174107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108735512554174107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108735512554174107' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108636588450974236</id><published>2004-06-04T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T09:18:04.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait til I get out of work. Fireworks today at work and not the cool kind that we will hopefully be able to see from our new house, but the kind that involves people's heads blowing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notified work today of my up coming retirement. The 17th will be the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Jordan Intermediate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108636588450974236?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108636588450974236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108636588450974236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636588450974236' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108541980015603655</id><published>2004-05-24T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T10:30:42.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stole this from Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.umich.edu/~jonesm/picts/morimoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umich.edu/~jonesm/quiz2.html"&gt;Which Food Network Chef &lt;br /&gt;are you?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108541980015603655?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108541980015603655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108541980015603655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541980015603655' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108486517158940228</id><published>2004-05-18T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T00:26:11.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cool ass car commercial. &lt;a href="http://www.thehiatus.net/files/funny/car_commercial.mpa"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108486517158940228?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108486517158940228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108486517158940228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108486517158940228' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108486504417750023</id><published>2004-05-18T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T00:24:04.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy. This line up makes me want to pay (probably an insane amount of money) to go to Weenie Roast (June 12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe Strokes&lt;br /&gt;Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;br /&gt;Velvet Revolver&lt;br /&gt;YellowCard&lt;br /&gt;THe Hives&lt;br /&gt;Cypress Hill&lt;br /&gt;NFG&lt;br /&gt;Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Story of the Year&lt;br /&gt;Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108486504417750023?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108486504417750023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108486504417750023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108486504417750023' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108421062036188495</id><published>2004-05-10T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T10:37:12.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, BTW every single [by single I mean everyone, not just the single ones, haha] lady in modern fashion show looked amazing. Utterly mind-blowing amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108421062036188495?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108421062036188495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108421062036188495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108421062036188495' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108420811903035086</id><published>2004-05-10T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T09:55:19.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After Culture Night, when we went to go eat, I realized that I have known Vanessa and Theresa for a little over a year now. I remember first meeting Vanessa at a VSA meeting just around the time planning for CN started and meeting Theresa a little after that. At first Vanessa kind of intimidated me [like I'm sure she does to a lot of people who first meet her] but when I actually talked to her I realized that she isn't as intimidating as I thought. I don't remember the specifics of when exactly I  met Theresa, like where and when, but I do remember thinking that Theresa was so cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reminiscing about the good ole days of last years VSA, I also remembered when we went to go see Beck over the summer. At that time I didn't know the situation between them [Vanessa and Theresa] and the others we went to see Beck with and I didn't realize it until later how hurt Vanessa and Theresa were hurt over the events of that day. I know that I told Vanessa, but I don't think I ever got the chance to tell Theresa, but I'm really sorry for putting you two in that position that day and if I better knew the situation I wouldn't have put you two in that position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me before culture night, what my favorite part of the culture night process was and I told them that one of my favorite parts of culture night is meeting, being around, and working with the greatest people in the world [some people excluded of course], but my absolute favorite thing about culture night is that now when the planning and process of culture night begins, I will always be reminded of when I met two of my best friends. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108420811903035086?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108420811903035086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108420811903035086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108420811903035086' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108412576890599347</id><published>2004-05-09T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T11:07:20.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all of our mothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108412576890599347?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108412576890599347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108412576890599347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108412576890599347' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108378171343661300</id><published>2004-05-05T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T11:32:58.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay for more work. Server crashed today. It looks like 100% of the data is gone, student accounts, teachers accounts, but most importantly my account. Break time is over, time to go see how much data we can salvage. Damn you lousy GG power grid for inititiating the crash with a brownout/surge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108378171343661300?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108378171343661300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108378171343661300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108378171343661300' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108377374472650066</id><published>2004-05-05T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T09:54:21.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas (and your friends will never leave you) Vanessa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108377374472650066?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108377374472650066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108377374472650066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108377374472650066' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108377193179970558</id><published>2004-05-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T11:01:07.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Edited for content]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right. Enough said. Points made. I'm bigger than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108377193179970558?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108377193179970558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108377193179970558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108377193179970558' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108372549465988929</id><published>2004-05-04T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T22:27:17.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even when I'm alone (when I want to and/or need to be alone) and my life is in the darkest place imaginable, inside I still feel strong.  Even in the worst situations I know that my friends and family are there with me (no necassarily physically, but emotionally and mentally).  They are the what drives me and they are who keep me strong.  Without them I would not know what I would do.  We don't get enough chances in life to say these things and I hope they feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy! I heard from a HS friend that another HS friend got eloped (this weekend at least).  22 and married, I hope everything works out well for him and her for that matter. Congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materialistic people aggravate me. Maybe not so much materialistic (becuase I am materialistic), but people who are materialistic and who boast about it, they aggravate me.  Its natural to be materialistic. Its natural to want nice things (and if you have the money there is nothing wrong with buying them), but what is the point of boasting about what cool purse you just bought or that sound system in your car or whatever.  It is one thing to tell your friends that "Hey I just bought a new car (becuase well, you just got a new car and you are really happy about it and your friends will be happy becuase you are happy)", but there is no point to boast about things such as a purse or how your stereo is so much cooler than a stock one.  The only point of doing so is to show-off about what you have (the flaw in that logic is thinking anyone else really cared in the first place).  Maybe to them, they need to boast and brag in order to aggrandize themselves and make themselves feel special.  I guess if thats what it takes for them to feel special, who am I to hate. Oh wait, I'm christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108372549465988929?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108372549465988929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108372549465988929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108372549465988929' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108365047807290722</id><published>2004-05-03T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T23:05:19.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wild Boys never fails to make me laugh. Laugh at their outlandish situations and laugh at the stupidity. I'll tell you about it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108365047807290722?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108365047807290722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108365047807290722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108365047807290722' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108363662668937196</id><published>2004-05-03T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T19:22:01.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading the OC Register newspaper today at work and I ran across a very disturbing study. The study documents various candies and tests the candies for lead in order to make sure they are safe for children. This study discovered that over 100 different candies tested positive for lead (mostly mexican made candies, but even Hershey's have had positive tests). I know a lot of people who are fond of mexican candies, I even enjoy some of them. Given the levels of lead found in these candies, I advise, and ask everyone to stop eating these candies, just as your life depended on it. Becuase it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.ocregister.com/investigations/2004/lead/part1.shtml"&gt;Read it here&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.ocregister.com/multimedia/lead/index.shtml"&gt;Do your favorite candies contain lead?&lt;/A&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108363662668937196?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108363662668937196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108363662668937196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108363662668937196' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108363596949524036</id><published>2004-05-03T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T19:03:34.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you Barnes &amp; Nobles, and your educators discount (which was 25% today, as opposed to 20% normally) I was able to pick up a copy of Chuck Klosterman's "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto." Although I shouldn't spend money with the pending move and all, I bought this book as a present to myself after all the hard work I have put into the stupid research thing (gah, the presentation is only a week from weds). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the book Chris. You deserve it, even though I'm sure some people don't think you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108363596949524036?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108363596949524036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108363596949524036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108363596949524036' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108346082663073055</id><published>2004-05-01T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T18:28:47.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come everything (and everyone for that matter) is so disappointing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108346082663073055?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108346082663073055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108346082663073055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108346082663073055' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108345246238169429</id><published>2004-05-01T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T16:05:22.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes (well, most of the time) I feel so disenfranchised with life. There isn't much that really makes me happy anymore. The few things that used to make me feel happy don't anymore. They just make make me frustrated and even more disenfranchised. Everyday I think about it, it makes more and more sense that after I finish school, I should move to Europe (for grad school and indefinetly) and revive the new "lost generation," except I'll make films and not write (in this comparision of myself to the lost generation writers, I'm not saying that my films will have impacts on society that the writings of F. Scott Fitzgerald, Hemgingway, or Des Passo, have had. The comparison is mainly for the disenfranchisement that those writers have had regarding the [ugly] American ideal of life.) and except I'll live in London, not Paris. Although I'd sure visit Paris a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108345246238169429?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108345246238169429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108345246238169429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108345246238169429' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108334822194129853</id><published>2004-04-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T11:08:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twists and turns of life are funny. One minute everything in the world bothers you, the next minute those things are still there, but they seem less significant. Strange how things like that work. Sitting at work now and I can't make myself becuase I know in about a month and a half I won't have to work here anymore. I kind of feel bad though. I won't be able to help the cool teachers with the things that I have helped them with the last two years. Work here has been fun but it's just time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take the GRE's soon, bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the feelings of not knowing what is instore for me is starting to set in. Even though I have been thinking about grad school lately, it has just been thinking. Realizing then taking the GRE's next month will start a chain if events and I have no idea where that chain of events will take me in a year and a half. I thought I had more time til I have to apply, but applications to most of the schools I want to go to is due Nov. 1. Thats early in fall quarter, so I think I'll have to line up all those letters of rec now. That reminds me, I still need to get with Kristen Hatch so she can write me a letter of rec and I still want to read her doctoral thesis. I hear her work on child stars, namely Shirley Temple, is nothing short of amazing. Gah, besides the letters or rec, for each school I am going to apply to I have to write a couple of screen treatments for future television shows or movie ideas and that makes for about 10 screen treatments. So, if anyone has ideas for television shows/future length films, I'd be glad to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, maybe I just wont go to grad school. Maybe I'll follow my dream and become a carpenter just like my namesake (Vanessa and I are gonna go to hell for that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOC NGUYEN FOR PRESIDENT! Let the games (by games I mean the campaign that Vanessa and I are gonna run for Loc, and what fun games they will be, at least for us).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108334822194129853?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108334822194129853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108334822194129853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108334822194129853' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108304874707437793</id><published>2004-04-26T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T00:14:44.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lots of drama at home. even moreso than anyone could ever imagine and im almost at my breaking point. i think its time to turn in, lay in bed, cry and try to get some sleep before class at 9:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a really good [by really good i mean one of the best] friend told me something tonight that really made my evening.  i dont know what i would do without my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108304874707437793?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108304874707437793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108304874707437793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108304874707437793' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108273488052672699</id><published>2004-04-23T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T10:00:52.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pat Tillman died in combat yesterday. He was killed during a Army Spec Forces mission in Afghanistan. Probably not many people know who Pat Tillman is but he played safety for the Arizona Cardinals who gave up a $3.6 million contract to play football to serve his country. I don't agree with why we are at war, but I do understand why Tillman wanted to serve his country. Not many people would turn down a multi-million dollar contract to go to war, but Tillman did. He turned down money to fight for something he believed in. You have to respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what has been up with me, but I feel lost. I don't know/can't tell if I lost something over the few months or that I have grown to accustomed to what I do have and it has become monotonous. I just know I need a big change, hopefully it will happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just becuase I can't stand my daily routine. I have been at my current job for over two years now. Sure its easy and it pays well, but working with/fixing/maintaining computers isn't what I want to do as a career. Maybe thats the problem. I'm working in a field where I don't really want to work so it has become routine. I work with computers now because I am good at it, not becuase I love it. Hopefully my mood will change when I start my internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108273488052672699?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108273488052672699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108273488052672699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273488052672699' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108135773278877442</id><published>2004-04-07T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T11:02:10.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, OMgah I need to move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work right now. Work has become so tedious it bores me. Maybe its not the work but its working with the Guy. He is seriously getting on my nerves and I don't know how much longer I can work with the Guy. Maybe this is me just getting bored of the work, it seems as if I have a hard time motivating and getting myself excited for work after the two year mark. I have been working at Jordan Intermediate for two years now. Time sure has gone by fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today (to the sound of receiving a text message from Vanessa, from whom I would surely wake up any time for, especially if she's asking me about having breakfast) at 6AM, and for some reason I had that lonely feeling in my heart. I think this feeling is partly from the drudgery that is my daily work routine and partly from me starting to stress about grad school (and all the great schools that probably I won't get in and that I will end up at an "art" college, which are still Masters programs, but Masters programs designed for the kids who couldn't get into NYU, UCLA, USC, etc) and partly because I have been thinking about being in a "special" relationship and all the things I miss by not being in one (then I also think about all the things I would miss being in one,  and that makes things a bit better, but it still doesn't change man's (human's) innate desire to love and be loved). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have another hour and half here at work. I can't wait til I get out. Lunch today with one of the greatest persons I know. I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of my curse is my desire and ambition. Only when I stand back do I notice that I have accomplished a lot and that I do have a lot going for me, but while in the moment I always think that I am not doing enough. Not doing enough to increase my chances of getting into a good grad school, not doing enough to help my parents, and especially not doing enough schoolwork. I didn't realize this until the other day when I told Vanessa I might volunteer at the Discovery Center, to which she basically replied "You have like three jobs and you still have time to volunteer? I can't even find one job." That got me thinking, I do have a lot going for me, and hopefully I will end up okay, but it doesn't change the fact that I want more. Curse this drive and ambition. When will enough be enough? By wanting to achieve more all of the time I lose sight of the accomplishments that I have achieved. I just hope one day my ambition will be satisfied and I can lose sight of this feeling of emptiness (but then again I don't becuase its my ambition that makes me work so hard. Damn double edge swords). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108135773278877442?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108135773278877442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108135773278877442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108135773278877442' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108131959241061376</id><published>2004-04-06T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T23:36:58.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMgah, I need to move out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108131959241061376?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108131959241061376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108131959241061376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131959241061376' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108128710281481657</id><published>2004-04-06T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T14:35:28.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ack, first day of classes. Dont want to go to class. Dont want to much of anything. Just want to go to home to play on the bass. For the last few days playing the bass has been the only thing to keep me sane. Also while dwidling around on the electric guitar, I have realized that my fingers wont do chords, which is probably why I started the bass in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I havent been getting quality sleep. Not sure why but I am waking up a lot during the night, and even when I do get a "whole nights" rest, I wake up not feeling rested at all. I wonder what is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think this post really makes any sense. Its only 2:30 in the afternoon and I feel so physically exhausted. This quarter looks easy school wise but its starting off so bad. Maybe Sea World, The Vines/Jet, and whatever else comes up this weekend will encourage recouperation. Next week is also spring break at Jordan Intermediate, which means I potentially only have to work 2 jobs. Its sad when working 2 jobs feels like a break. These jobs arent hard, its computer consulting and such, but running around so much just gets so physically demanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108128710281481657?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108128710281481657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108128710281481657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128710281481657' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108122021719738823</id><published>2004-04-05T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T20:00:42.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting sick of this blog template and I cant find any good ones. Anyone have suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108122021719738823?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108122021719738823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108122021719738823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108122021719738823' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108119677723617954</id><published>2004-04-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:30:01.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I got home from Berkeley I havent done anything productive and it has felt good. Most of yesterday and after work today, all i have done is fool around on the guitar and bass. Learned a couple of new songs on the bass and also kind of learning 12:51 on the guitar. Just sitting around playing is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call from Channing Nakamura from ABC internships. She asked me if I was still interested in an internship at ABC studios in Burbank. I said yes. She told me there are a few openings for production assistants on General Hospital. So I might be a PA for GH. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108119677723617954?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108119677723617954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108119677723617954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108119677723617954' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108118503883094401</id><published>2004-04-05T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T10:14:23.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant wait for this weekend. The Vines, Jet, and The Living End at Soma. Who is up for Warp Tour this June? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108118503883094401?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108118503883094401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108118503883094401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108118503883094401' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108118469857796805</id><published>2004-04-05T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T10:10:26.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While chatting with other teachers about their spring break plans (which starts Thursday the 8th and ends on Monday the 19th), they asked me what I was doing. I told them that I'm not doing anything. With class only TuTh and it being only second week, I'm sure I'll actually be doing nothing. Who wants to take another trip?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108118469857796805?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108118469857796805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108118469857796805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108118469857796805' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108118303696919953</id><published>2004-04-05T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:48:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring break is finally over. It's monday morning and I'm at work. To my delight when I went in for work today I was notified that this week is a short week (since we get Good Friday off), next week is spring break for the junior highers, and since I only work MWF at Jordan Intermediate I will have Thursday to second Monday off. Whats even better than time off is that spring break and good friday are paid holidays. Working for a school district is great. With all that time off and only class on TuTh I wonder where I can take another trip to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was lots of fun. Went up to the bay area with Theresa so that I can check on some schools and see what the areas are like becuase I have to apply to grad school in the fall. To my surprise I really liked both schools (SFSU and UCB) and I will definetly apply to both programs. Not sure if I would be able to move away from home (by home I mean the southern Ca area), but both schools have officially moved into the "I will really consider going there" catagory (along with USC, UCLA, UCI, and Chapman). The only school that is in the "I will pick up and move away no questions asked" for is NYU, but their grad film school acceptance rate is about 9% so I'll just keep hoping for that. Another note on moving away for grad school, my dad kind of wants me to apply to foreign grad schools beacuase he thinks that it would be a good experience to live over seas while the quality of education isn't to shabby either. Namely while up north I got the grad school prospectus from the University of London at Birkbeck in the mail, my dad thumbed through it and it seems like a good school (kinda strange though not sure how these foreign schools got my info to mail me prospectus', probably from UCI). Although it would be awesome to go to grad school in Europe or Asia (and a lot cheaper), I dont think I can move away from all of my friends at home. Berkeley and SF already got me thinking about how far away they are; Europe or Asia boggles my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to LisaIsDope for letting us stay at her place this weekend. IT was really nice to spend time with her and to get to know her better, eventhough we didnt meet til not to long ago. She is such a great hostess and a better friend. I hope she enjoys the little thank you we left. Just as her blogsite proclaims, Lisa is quite dope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack, school starts tomorrow. I'm not ready. Oh well, last quarter I wasnt ready and I even took a part of first and second week to go to Europe and I still ended up with a great GPA for the quarter. Hopefully this quarter will be better since I'm actually gonna go to the first week of classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108118303696919953?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108118303696919953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108118303696919953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108118303696919953' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-108015062566896458</id><published>2004-03-24T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T10:18:03.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAHHHHHHH! Make it stop. I'm currently at work and I'm as aggro as ever. I think I am nearing my limit here at work, nearing the limits of what annoys and aggros me. I hate it when I go into work, which is only MWF btw, but when I do go in I get hassled because of the things that didn't work or that stopped working on the days I am not here. That's why there are supposed to be two of us here, I'm only here MWF becuase I go to school, the other bloke who is here doesn't do anything else but work here, so wouldn't it make sense if he were to take care of some of the things around here. Or maybe I'm just crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm on the topic of the Guy, I'm not saying he doesn't know his stuff becuase he does, but I'm quite peeved about his social/people skills. He makes me so aggro becuase even when he does do things or shows teachers or students how to do things he explains very simple processes to the others using the jargon he knows. Everytime this occurs, I believe more and more that he uses the jargon of the computer world to elevate himself. This would make sense becuase it seems as is he needs  way to elevate himself because of the educational statuses of the faculty here. He doesn't have a college education so the way he makes up for it is by overusing and using his computer knowledge to abuse others. After all that's all he has. By using jargon all the time and being unwilling to explain terms and concepts in everyday terms, he makes my job difficult. No longer am I here to run a network, now more and more of my time is spent doing PR work between the others. Phrases like "Guy meant to say this," "Oh, what Guy meant was this," and "Let me talk to Guy to see what he meant," have been all to common these days. Its not that I'm getting sick of talking to the teachers and helping them with their problems, it's just that im getting tired of cleaning up his messes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of work I have also been feeling a little Emo as well. I can't really explain it. The general situation I'm in is overall great other than the issues on the home front. I have the greatest friends in the world, who I am so comfortable around. Every now and then I feel out of place but that is a different blog entry altogether. Even with the great friends and an above average showing at school, lately I have been sensing that something or some part of me is missing. I can't quite put a finger on it, but then again if i could recognize it, I'd correct it and we wouldn't be talking about this. I don't know what is missing but if something is missing, and if this just isn't one of those down trodden depression stages for me, I hope I find it soon. I don't know how much more I can take or how much more I can lose for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do about the home issues. They have told me that they are going to stay together until I finish school at UCI since they don't want to disturb my schooling. I don't want them to stay together just becuase of me. I mean its not like they fight all the time, they actually never fight. This situation is best explained in the phrase, "I love you, but I'm not in love with you." I just don't want them to stay together becuase of me and because of their "obligation" to help me finish school. Sometimes, actually most of the time now I think it would make everything a lot better if I moved out this summer, finish next year at UCI, and applied to grad school. I know that they are thinking of me, but I don't want to be the reason they are unhappy. It would make life so much easier if I moved out, so they can move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered something, remind me and I will ask my dad, becuase my cousin told me that he told her that since hes working at John Wayne he might be able to get free plane tickets. I don't know why he hasn't told me about it, it probably just slipped his mind, that and I haven't really been home much lately. The home environment hasn't been to condusive to my happiness, as a result I have tended to avoid it lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tonight. I'm goinh to Jimmy Kimmel with three of my favorite people on Earth and I don't mean Pharrell, Chad, and Shaye although I'm sure they would be fun to watch Jimmy Kimmel with as well. I'm gonna go with three of the coolest people ever to watch two of the craziest producers and their friend. They may be on top now, but they should watch out, soon they will have to contend with Chris Tran on Garageband featuring Vince Walker. Better watch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-108015062566896458?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108015062566896458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/108015062566896458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015062566896458' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107977569378478057</id><published>2004-03-20T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T01:44:55.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm surrounded by the best friends in the world, but for the last one+ weeks I have felt pretty lonely. Can't say why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107977569378478057?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107977569378478057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107977569378478057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107977569378478057' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107975214378221396</id><published>2004-03-19T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T20:41:16.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Restless. Tonight is one of those nights where the body wants to move, wants to get out yet there is no where to go and nothing to do. After class I went to Claim Jumper's in FV for some "ice tea" with the other teachers from work. A good time was had, although the smart and cute new student teacher, did not attend. I was hoping to see here there. Its something else to see teachers, who are the educators or America's youth drink "ice tea," get inebriated, and act somewhat like asses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been physically and emotionally taxing. School is giving me a run for my money. The research project is doing better now that I have taken a new approach to the topic. Although its very difficult, I find the research very rewarding. Hopefully I can talk to Bliss, Nanette, or another professor and do a research project involving the proliferation of reality television. I'm not sure what approach to take regarding reality television yet; hopefully it will come to me. I am open to suggestions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't seen nearly enough of Theresa these days. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107975214378221396?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107975214378221396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107975214378221396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107975214378221396' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107910852090179905</id><published>2004-03-12T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T08:25:12.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading &lt;a href="http://www.thsv.org/news_details.aspx?newsID=420"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; just makes me want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107910852090179905?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107910852090179905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107910852090179905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107910852090179905' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107894691153052335</id><published>2004-03-10T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:48:35.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many good/great looking films are coming out in the next few months. Here is a preview of this springs/summer releases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill Bill Vol. II, Miramax, April 16&lt;br /&gt;Mean Girls, Paramount, April 30&lt;br /&gt;Godsend, Lions Gate Films, April 30&lt;br /&gt;The Stepford Wives, Paramount, June 11&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Diaries: The Royal Engagement, Buena Vista Entertainment, August13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming releases with no set release date:&lt;br /&gt;The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra, Sony Pictures (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Godzilla, Rialto Studios (Japan), Original 1954 release, undubbed and subtitled&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Batman Begins (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107894691153052335?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107894691153052335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107894691153052335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894691153052335' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107877177470841061</id><published>2004-03-08T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T10:52:40.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, WTH is going on. My eye is twitching like crazy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107877177470841061?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107877177470841061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107877177470841061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107877177470841061' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107862389891799559</id><published>2004-03-06T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T20:41:36.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much emotional stress I don't know what to do with it. It just makes me want to sit in my room alone and cry. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107862389891799559?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107862389891799559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107862389891799559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107862389891799559' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107816007645942004</id><published>2004-03-01T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T08:57:32.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend has been one of the best, yet one of the most emotionally taxing weekends on record. Whiskey and Pie Engagement went offwell, although planning and setting it up was a bit stressful. It was all worth it in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are thinking about going to Hawaii or Europe in the next few weeks. I want to go to, but real life issues of money are always at the heart of the matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wierd dream last night. Well it wasn't so wierd that strange things happened, it was wierd that it was so vivid. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107816007645942004?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107816007645942004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107816007645942004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816007645942004' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107804420048661826</id><published>2004-02-29T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T00:46:14.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so fucken aggro i cant stand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107804420048661826?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107804420048661826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107804420048661826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107804420048661826' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107756182146812523</id><published>2004-02-23T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:47:44.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im at work right now and work is horrible. I have gotten reamed and subsequently reamed others. Such wonders how the educators of youth can be so incompetant. It's only 10:43AM and I need a drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107756182146812523?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107756182146812523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107756182146812523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756182146812523' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107700504060623069</id><published>2004-02-17T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T00:09:10.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired right now, but I don't feel like sleeping. I did nothing but play basketball today. It was great. Went to the arc with Theresa in the morning, went to the arc with Long in the afternoon, and played ball at the titan gym with Theresa, Peter, and Lynn at night. I bet im gonna be sore tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure to go to UVSA Winter Formal has increased ten fold. People are also putting pressure on me to get Vanessa and Theresa to go. I will talk to them again and see how they feel. I need to talk to them tomorrow becuase I need to call someone to tell them if I'm going to go or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107700504060623069?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107700504060623069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107700504060623069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107700504060623069' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107691723402668807</id><published>2004-02-15T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T23:43:10.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Libra Drinking style:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm jusht a social drinker," slurs&lt;br&gt;Libra,  "it's jusht that I'm so damn&lt;br&gt;social?" Libra loves nothing more than to&lt;br&gt;party, mingle and relate to everyone. Whether&lt;br&gt;dipped in favor of Good Libra (with Insta-&lt;br&gt;Friend device set to "on") or heavier&lt;br&gt;on the Evil Libra side (they are little&lt;br&gt;instigators when bored), the Scales can really&lt;br&gt;work a room.  Charming as they are, Libras are&lt;br&gt;notoriously lacking in self-control, however,&lt;br&gt;which can get them into all sorts of trouble --&lt;br&gt;including wearing their wobbly boots waaaay too&lt;br&gt;early in the evening, flirting with their best&lt;br&gt;friend's beau or even blacking out the nights&lt;br&gt;events entirely. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/tjb5432/quizzes/Alcohoroscopes-%20what%20do%20the%20stars%20say%20about%20your%20drinking%20style/"&gt;Alcohoroscopes- what do the stars say about your drinking style&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107691723402668807?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107691723402668807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107691723402668807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691723402668807' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107682661269359407</id><published>2004-02-14T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T22:32:47.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never meant to imply that anyone was ditching anyone. Just meant that you guys have other things to do tonight. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107682661269359407?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107682661269359407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107682661269359407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682661269359407' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107680767888305525</id><published>2004-02-14T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T17:21:34.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunch today was great. The Sea Bass/Salmon was great, the company was better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad though. I forgot to give people their Valentine's presents today. I left them on my bed so I wouldn't forget them, but when I did laundry this morning I put my clothes on them and didn't see them and forgot. I will give them a belated Valentines day tomorrow.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107680767888305525?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107680767888305525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107680767888305525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107680767888305525' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107654677274058334</id><published>2004-02-11T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T16:48:42.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up and the first thought in my head was that I wanted to go see Limbeck and Hellogoodbye. Im grossed out and excited at the same time. Strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107654677274058334?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107654677274058334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107654677274058334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654677274058334' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107654671682837349</id><published>2004-02-11T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T16:47:46.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is pretty overrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107654671682837349?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107654671682837349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107654671682837349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654671682837349' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107649204261060147</id><published>2004-02-11T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T01:52:59.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Long asked me what I was doing on Saturday (Valentine's Day), to which I repsonding, "nothing." It just hit me today that I have nothing to do on Saturday. This will mark the third consecutive February 14th alone. Its not so bad, even though my bestest friends will be off doing their own things (and they know how happy I am for them). I have never been as happy and content with life as I am right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the ARC isn't closing early on Saturday night, so I guess I do have something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107649204261060147?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107649204261060147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107649204261060147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107649204261060147' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107629281496473507</id><published>2004-02-08T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T18:16:01.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention earlier, but Vince (not the Nguyen one) gave me a bruise trying to do the Vincent (the Nguyen one) shoulder dance last night. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107629281496473507?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107629281496473507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107629281496473507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629281496473507' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107628330439777811</id><published>2004-02-08T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T15:37:50.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks Cheresa (jajajaja) for driving all day and then at night too! Yesterday was so fun. Best Bday party ever. So much fun. Max is so cute. One of the cutest and friendliest dogs ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Can was horrid like normal. The only thing that made it tolerable was the company. Couldn't ask for better company. Theresa even drove for me after I got the worst headache in the world, thanks to either the Long Beach Ice Tea Vincent got me or it could have just as easily been the horrible jokes the MC's made. Toss up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bad as Pho Thanh normally is, it never tasted better than last night. That just shows how bad I was feeling and how hungry I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107628330439777811?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107628330439777811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107628330439777811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107628330439777811' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107608660190304717</id><published>2004-02-06T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:42:15.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Notable Upcoming Shows and Events:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufus Wainwright on 3/01 at HOB Anaheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMA Robot and Kill Hannah supporting &lt;i&gt;The Sounds&lt;/i&gt; on 3/15 at the Avalon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dweezil Zappa and Lisa Loeb on 3/17 at the Roxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something Corperate with Yellowcard&lt;/i&gt; on 3/21 at the UCI Bren Events Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Von Bondies on 3/24 at HOB Anaheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Get Up Kids on 3/27 at the Troubadour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Living End and Neon opening supporting &lt;i&gt;The Vines and Jet&lt;/i&gt; on 4/7 at the Wiltern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107608660190304717?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107608660190304717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107608660190304717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608660190304717' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107605747506819389</id><published>2004-02-06T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T11:57:14.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Espnzone was fun, although sometimes I feel that I'm a"3rd/5th wheel." Don't get me wrong, in no way do they send signals that they don't want me around, on the contrary they make me feel wanted and tell that I should hang out, but I want to get them private time. Maybe that is why I feel weird. It's probably all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bad we didn't get to go to Wasa (Sushi On the Bluffs) for lunch today. At least this way we can wait and go with Theresa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107605747506819389?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107605747506819389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107605747506819389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605747506819389' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107600417925769524</id><published>2004-02-05T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T10:05:21.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Romeo and Juliet was great last night. I didn't expect that much singing and dancing in the production, but it added greatly to the depth of the performance. The play was pretty funny too and not in the "What you talkin' bout Willis" funny. I thought it was really funny with a lot of the more subtle jokes and props used. Maybe I just see these things because I'm a film studies major. I almost didn't get in the show though. They only had two tickets left so I was left out. Luckly I was able to conjour up a third ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Just realized today that I have an essay due on Tues and a midterm on Thurs. Essay is only two to three pages and midterm, just a lot of identfications and definitions. Sounds easy enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107600417925769524?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107600417925769524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107600417925769524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600417925769524' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107592055122440161</id><published>2004-02-04T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T10:53:29.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These last few days have been smashing. It really was an exceptional weekend and beginning of the week. Roscoe's on monday was as exquisite as i previously remembered it. Smothered. Smothered is greatest invention ever. Smothered works so well with many things. Chicken. Potatoes. Vanessa. Kidding! While we were outside Roscoe's waiting after we ate, we saw a billboard for "Roscoe's: The Movie" starring AJ Johnson! Yes the very same AJ Johnson a.k.a. Anthony Johnson that was in "Menace II Society," "I Got the Hook Up" (co-starring Master P), and "O". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was another awesome bonding day. The evening consisted of Marshalls, Rockin' Taco Tuesdays, B&amp;N, Borders, and then Gumbo at Vanessa's house. I didn't get as much reading as I hoped I would, except for the "nerd" magazines I was reading (you guys are still my friends, right? jajajaja). Who would have guess that tarantulas exhibited many characteristics that are predominently considered mammalian characteristics. I have never been so content as last night as I was lying on Vanessa's on the computer while Theresa napped while Vanessa learned "Bulletproof" on the guitar. I have never felt so comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight should be another eventful day. Career Fair, Lunch, and  maybe even a Hip-hop/Soul rendition of William Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107592055122440161?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107592055122440161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107592055122440161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592055122440161' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107577076703994738</id><published>2004-02-02T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T17:15:19.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How are Belle &amp; Sebastian fairing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107577076703994738?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107577076703994738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107577076703994738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107577076703994738' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107570255925302707</id><published>2004-02-01T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T22:18:16.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Lynn and Thi told me about UVSA Winter Formal on February 21st. I kind of want to go, but then again I don't. I'll see how Vanessa or Theresa feels about going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107570255925302707?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107570255925302707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107570255925302707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570255925302707' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107570181644151574</id><published>2004-02-01T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T22:06:14.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to all who came over to celebrate S XXXVIII. There is nothing better than spending the day with great friends, good food, and the Superbowl. Mark your calendars for January, 30th 2005, it's never to early to plan Superbowl XXXVIIII festivities. I hope everyone had a good time today. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107570181644151574?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107570181644151574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107570181644151574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570181644151574' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107545189580350781</id><published>2004-01-30T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T00:40:28.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is getting better. Only one more discussion this week. I am such a kiss ass it digusts me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107545189580350781?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107545189580350781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107545189580350781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107545189580350781' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107531614265827650</id><published>2004-01-28T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:50:30.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a good few days. School has been hard. Not hard in the sense that the work is hard, but hard in the sense that its hard to make myself go to school, especially on Tuesdays and Thursdays when I actually have to go to class. Mondays, Wedsnedays and Fridays aren't to hard to go to school because on Mondays and Wednesdays I don't have class and on Fridays I only have discussion for an hour and I know that lunch is right around the corner. Lunches at school are always so eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what has happened and what days it has happened but here are a few things that occured over the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;1. Graffitea with Vanessa, Vince, and Long&lt;br /&gt;2. Tet Festival (Saturday and Sunday) &lt;br /&gt;3. Vanessa's house (Everyday?)&lt;br /&gt;4. Ikea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we have done a lot of other stuff, its hard to seperate (not seperate like Newton made us do, ya' know) these things out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa sent me the link for the Rilo Kiley Acoustic Set from the Glasshouse in Pomona on 01/09/04. We went to that show! It was amazing, Jenny Lewis is amazing. I got the downloads to work, and today I will distribute copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my mom, and Superbowl XXXVIII (notice the III, even the NFL knows the importance of III) is on for Sunday if we want to do something. I shall inform my party co-ordinater and see what she wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107531614265827650?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107531614265827650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107531614265827650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531614265827650' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107513859800699462</id><published>2004-01-26T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T14:09:04.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>officially, score one team couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107513859800699462?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107513859800699462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107513859800699462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513859800699462' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386507.post-107513404214960569</id><published>2004-01-26T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T09:42:11.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> my name is christran dior and i dont know how to sew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6386507-107513404214960569?l=christrandior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107513404214960569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6386507/posts/default/107513404214960569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christrandior.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513404214960569' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01313629909573465658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
