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Writing in this live journal blog for the last 3 1/2 years has been an awesome experience. I've written down just about every important event in my life, and it really has become a  true chronicle of my experiences since my senior year of college.  It was a great way for me to keep in touch with all of you while I was away in Florida, and became something I looked forward to doing each night. 

With time, all things change. This journal is a great example of that. I've written about everything from my wild nights out in college to my latest political gripe. I shared some writing samples and looked forward to hearing your comments from time to time. 

Recently though, it has become more and more difficult to write in it. As life pulls me away from this live journal experience I can say with all honesty that it has been very rewarding for me to track my life and the world here for the last few years. 

Thanks for reading!
Flex

My next to last blog
is this one.

Go See SICKO!


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Michael Moore strikes again! I give it 5 stars.

i'm up late and i refuse to use any capital letters this evening
and i may not even use periods

its been a busy two weeks for me
since my last journal/blog entry so much has happened

school ended, and i am on vacation. 
romina and jeff got married
and i was in the wedding
and it was a beautiful wedding
and it was a very long day
and i was happy to get home to sleep

good luck to them - i wish them the best

class has been tough
there's been a lot of work to do for it
and ive been busy doing a ton of work for it
and ill be glad when that is over, too.

i booked the hotel
for the big boston weekend
and im still searching flights
for california

my nephews birthday is less than a month away
and i dont know what to get him
quite yet
but i hope to get him something good

10 is a big number
for a 9 year old. 

i havent updated here
in so long
i can feel the end of my live journal days coming
its sad
but true

i update montly on myspace
and i suppose i put more into those entries now
as life takes me away
from writing on here
as much as i used to

so bear with me
and ill update when i can
watch - now that i've done this one
ill probably do another tomorrow.

february makes 4 years 
for this crazy little journal
and it may be time
to move on from it
to post the final entry.

I'm tired of all of the noise. I'm sick of hearing about Paris, Nicole, Lindsay, and Brittney. I'm sick of Bill O'Reilly and of Ann Coulter, too. I'm so tired of the never-ending conversations that seem to circle Hollywood as if it is the most important thing in the world. It is a dirstraction, and I'm bored with it.

We need national conversations about more important stuff. Sure, I think Paris got a raw deal, and I know I'm in the minority here, but its how I feel nontheless in comparison with other non-famous people who would have never been sent to prison for driving on a suspended license to begin with - nevermind being sent back after being released. Of course I think there needs to be more open dialogue about parenting today, and sure it would be fine to cite Lindsay's Lohan's mom - the white Oprah - as she dubbed herself. And all of these things are great for water cooler chit-chat, but what about the other stuff? What about the stuff with substance? 

I'm concerned with the war in Iraq, and with national healthcare. I'm excited to see Sicko when it comes out at the end of the month, and I can't wait for our country to finally have some form of national healthcare. I am interested in global warming, and about what we are doing to stop it, or at least slow it down. I'm overwhelmed with the problems of our education system and of the growing gang epidemic that seems to be going almost unnoticed by the world. 

And what about AIDS? and Cancer? and Stem-cell research?

What about learning from the past and avoiding the distractions that we as a nation seem to be so focused on? Lets move on from talking about the Sopranos series finale and finally discuss the need for better public transportation systems across the country. Lets find a way to lower the price of fuel-efficient cars, and whatever happened to the electric car, anyway?

Autism has a face now. It affects millions of children all around the world, yet hardly anybody pays any attention to it until it affects them. Alzheimers disease is at an all-time high, but we don't know why. 

Lets lower the volume on all of the static, and all of the noise, and listen to what is really important. Lets finally become an accountable nation, the one we set out to be. 

Stop the noise.

The 2007 Summer Reading List:
-------5 Selections--------
JUNE
The Things They Carried
by Tim O'Brien



JULY
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
by J.K. Rowling


Middlesex
by Jeffrey Eugenides





AUGUST
The Assault on Reason
by Al Gore




A Thousnd Splendid Suns
by Khaled Hosseini

I love reading. I hate that I don't have enough time to read the stuff I really want to read, and instead am being FORCED into reading crap like Go Down, Moses by William Faulkner. Ugh. It is terrible. Dribble. Dry. Crap. 

I am excited about a few upcoming summer selection books that I plan on reading in my spare time, when I'm not reading for class. The actual Summer Reading List will be announced the day after school lets out, which is June 21st. I hope some of you are able to read along with me! There are 4 selections for this summer, so I hope you are able to find one of them worth reading. 

As for me, its back to Faulkner. It sucks. 

I'll keep you posted.

It is hot outside. I am glad to be indoors now, relaxing. I bought two new pairs of sandals today because my ESPN ones broke :(. I now have several pairs, but I'm not sure how many exactly. For some reason I seem to just always pack away my old sandals and buy new ones. I never open the bin up in the basement that has all of my old ones from summers past. I should get rid of them. I'd really like a new pair of Reef sandals, but they are so expensive. I'll have to keep my eyes out for them as they were my favorite pair ever.

Tonight I'm going to hang out with Scott and Rudie. I'm not sure what we are going to do but I'm sure it will be a good time. Hopefully we will get some food somewhere. I'm really in the mood for Chinese but scott can't eat it because he is getting in shape for a fitness show. I don't think that there will ever be a day that I give up eating out to walk around on a stage in a speedo to get judged by a bunch of strangers. To me, its a freakish hobby. Oh well, to each their own.

Universal Studios got the rights to the Harry Potter ride(s). Apparently they are going to open an entire Hogwarts section. I think it is going to be awesome, and I am so relieved that it is not at Disney. I'd hate to ever see "Disney's Harry Potter" because Disney seems to have to put their name on anything they are associated with. Good for Universal Studios!

Enjoy the rest of the day. 
I'll keep you posted.

I couldn't be happier
that we are now in June.
I'm completely and totally ready
for a break
from teaching

I love the job
But it's more than that. 
It takes so much 
to be on stage
all the time.

I love the kids
but I need to be done, now.
I'm ready for the beach
for the sun
for the fun.

I need to spend time being 25
and not being a professional
for a few weeks
so that I can regroup
and do it all over again. 

Class is going well
It is, as predicted, going to be a lot of work
I do not know how I will manage it all
but I will
I know I will. 

Shaunessy called
she is in NY
her new job
new life
new start
4 her.

She was in the hospital 
for quite awhile
with tonsillitis

I had no idea.

Who knew
you could get that sick
from that?

I had them removed when I was 12 years old
along with my adenoids.

She also went to Ireland
she said she had a blast
I can't wait to go myself.

Tonight I went to TK's
to watch the game
I was the first one there
Everyone else was 20-40 minutes late.
I need to be less punctual.

Molly dug a hole
again
and tore up my mothers new plants
My father had a fit
and she is currently on punishment
and will have to be locked in a cage
whenever we leave her outside alone.

19 days
'till freedom.

only 13
if you subtract the weekends.

I will admit
that I am sort of judgemental
about many, many things.
Most of which
I can get over
or ignore
or simply avoid thinking about.

I am, of course, not innocent.
I have MANY imperfections

To list a few:
I'm vain
My voice, or the way I sound, or the way I hear myself sound on tape -
is absolutely terrible - I hate it more than anything else
about me
I can be loud
My laugh wakes the dead
I spell things wrong all the time
on my blogs
because of my stream of consciousness
while writing
and failure to spell check. 

Plus, I crack my knuckles.

I may be too opinionated
and sometimes, I speak out of turn.
I have a belly
and I don't care what Scott says,
its hereditary.

I also crack my neck

I am a terrible athlete
but I always tried
and my math skills
leave a lot to be desired

I have 3 cowlicks, 
that the hairdresser
always
points 
out.

Sometimes, I crack my back, too.

I am too invested in TV
and I find it very hard
to keep a secret.

All of these things
are my faults.
I almost just wrote false
See how that happens?

and yes, I expect that most people
get over
all of these issues
because it seems like they are mostly superficial

BUT
that doesn't change
the fact that I cannot
and will not
EVER
in a million years
accept it when other people
use the phrase
"...To Piggy Back on that..."

IT DRIVES ME UP THE WALL
and yes,
I know that DRIVES ME UP THE WALL
is a cliche
and I probably used a few others 
in this weird
non-poem
non-prose
artsy
post-modernist
blog entry

But I don't really care.

So dear friends,
I ask a favor of all of you
that if I am ever in your company
and you find yourself in agreement with me,
or with someone else in the group,
PLEASE
Dear God Almighty
DO NOT 
UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES SAY
any
version
of
"I'd like to....
"And to...
"To...
PIGGY BACK ON THAT"

thank you
this has been a PSA 
brought to you
by
Stephen Boucher

That rhymes. Maybe this is a poem after all.