tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33291502012-01-10T04:40:07.914-05:00musings and contemplations on life from a biased observerGraham Bucknoreply@blogger.comBlogger931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-70913213600572856132008-02-25T19:27:00.001-05:002008-02-25T19:27:11.980-05:00

This is a very interesting news report. For one, it's actually well written, and for another the sample set for this poll is massive compared to most. Read and think...Protestants Verging on Becoming Minorities - US News and World Report

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-60640181242721483412008-02-15T11:33:00.001-05:002008-02-15T11:33:49.755-05:00

Theological German/Theologisches DeutschThis is a great site that I just ran across for all those of you who are studying theological german. I hope someday to be able to have even the slightest clue about what they are saying...

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-64699591336779861262008-02-09T22:33:00.001-05:002008-02-09T22:38:14.340-05:00

From 1994...“The fact is that the world is divided between users of the Macintosh computer and users of MS-DOS compatible computers. I am firmly of the opinion that the Macintosh is Catholic and that DOS is Protestant. Indeed, the Macintosh is counter-reformist and has been influenced by the ratio studiorum of the Jesuits. It is cheerful, friendly, conciliatory; it tells the faithful how they

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-21726398939484527652008-02-09T17:12:00.001-05:002008-02-09T17:18:54.742-05:00

Free Text Messaging - Send Free Text MessagesI think it's pretty cool. especially for those who live overseas and want to skype (or online phone service of your choice) someone on short notice. The only catch is you need to know their carrier.;)

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-50372780125060960902008-01-31T11:09:00.001-05:002008-01-31T11:09:17.085-05:00

for anyone who owns a cat, you know this is true...Wake up Kitty - Yahoo! Video

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-2316796668479081722008-01-29T21:09:00.001-05:002008-01-29T21:09:06.594-05:00

I sometimes wish that life wouldn't move at such a break-neck pace.  I had a counseling session tonight in which my counselor asked me how I rest.  After mentioning such things as tuning out through watching tv and the like, he looks at me and asks what I I do to 'actively' rest, not simply disengage.  And so I sit here, trying to rest, actively... The tv is on, in the background (pbs on ancient

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-13402099977076642642008-01-12T21:53:00.001-05:002008-01-12T21:53:58.322-05:00

Thoughts on self-citationOh the fun of writing book reports... ;)

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-47789004618224087902006-11-07T10:39:00.000-05:002006-11-07T10:43:29.561-05:00

Note 1: I've been published. Yeah, it's pretty cool. You can go to http://thirdmill.org/magazine/search.asp/keyword/gra_buck/category/magazine/site/iiim/searchtype/articles to read it.Note 2: Perception of time it a funny thing. More, hopefully, will come here soon about this, but for now all I can say is that it feels like time is flying by at a million miles an hour and yet I sit here

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-75724074413642121592006-10-17T13:19:00.000-04:002006-10-17T13:20:40.078-04:00

interesting note:is there something to be said about the fact that a common misspelling of worship (at least by myself on the keyboard) is whorship?'now you think about that'

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-43258966630760350332006-10-16T16:53:00.000-04:002006-10-16T17:01:56.174-04:00

!Nerd Alert!the sirens you may (or may not) be hearing in your head are the effect of coming into close contact with a nerd. why me? because i get excited about now having an rss feed for the blog and adding three papers to the file-holding cell.this is a real emergency and as such you should sell all you have and send the money in a check made out to cash to me.

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1160614161488951802006-10-11T20:31:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:20.372-04:00

Blogging edit....Spell check and grammar check have saved my neck on more than one occasion. The jagged red and green lines crying out to me for a second glance. "Don't just speed on by, writing as stream of conciousness as possible. Look at me! I need attention. Your fat fingers have pounded too many keys at the same time and the beer in your head has replaced proper English." Ah, how

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1160270543092760122006-10-07T21:16:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:20.295-04:00

Ever wonder whether you own something or it owns you? Try having 50gigs worth of your life locked on a hard drive that just might not work ever again...or perhaps be sitting at work (like I am right now) with rain pouring down so hard it's as if the banks of that crazy river in heaven have broken and the water is trying to flood heaven like New Orleans but only just clear the edge and fall down

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1158715637865984572006-09-19T21:27:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:20.219-04:00

does any one else see the irony?http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/19/AR2006091901304.html

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1158694079489336292006-09-19T14:56:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:20.142-04:00

an hours contemplation on what it takes to be published from the mouth of Steve Brown. should it scare me that i am enticed......

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1158677757114641382006-09-19T08:50:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:20.071-04:00

There are just some things in life that cause you to pause, take a step back, and for just a moment see a more panoramic vista of the life you are living. It's as if you are flying down the interstate, looking at nothing but the white and yellow pulsating with your passing, and then for some inexplicable reason you pull off at the 'scenic overlook' and realize that there is a whole world out

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1157465755286432492006-09-05T09:58:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:19.996-04:00

what does it mean to be faithful to the Bible? Does it require one to strictly repeat the words of the text or does it mean that we must faithfuly interpret the text for application in modern times?more thoughts later, but 'you think about that' (yes, i'm sitting in Steve Brown's class).

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1155050490959671502006-08-08T11:13:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:19.891-04:00

So my buddy Uri has decided to list me in his 'friends' blogs' section of his blog... great, now I actually have to write something here from time to time. ;) j/k man.The thing which weighs the heaviest on my mind right now is the responsibility that teachers have. Having just been asked to help TA for ITS this semester has really brought this to bear. I know, I know, I've been teaching sunday

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1148781103221734802006-05-27T21:48:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:19.774-04:00

Yes, it has been a while. However, I can say that I have been, perhaps, the most busy these past few weeks than I have ever been before in my entire life. Well, maybe I ought to modify that by saying that I am ranking it on the stress-level meter. Work and school and marriage, all in proportions that are full time occupations, came together to cause 'the perfect storm.'No, for real, it was

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1141066817603008012006-02-27T14:00:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:19.685-04:00

Do you ever find it hard to focus?  I know I do.  There are so many things that are battling for my attention that I feel like I skim along the top of most things and never really get to their depths.  What do I mean by this?  Things like, when I read for class I seem to turn pages more than turn thoughts in my head, or when I spend time in the word I cannot just sit and meditate on it.Pastor

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1140648785797859182006-02-22T17:51:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:19.611-04:00

I have just put up a link to a site that houses papers I have written. It's right there above the recent posts. Feel free to peruse...

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1140642602037818672006-02-22T16:05:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:19.520-04:00

Sometimes it does not make sense to me, this feeling that I get regarding writing papers. I'm here again, just like yesterday, writing for Judges-Poets. But the difference now is this... I'm going to go over the page limit. At first I worry 'will I have enough to write', and now I worry 'editing back to 10 pages takes too much effort'.All that might not seem so odd, except for this extrinsic

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1140530894250997932006-02-21T09:08:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:19.433-04:00

Have you ever considered what it means to study Scripture?  That every time you come to the Word of God you are bound to respond to it.  Either you will come away with a heart that is softer for the things of the Lord or it is harder.I sit here now in the throws of writing a paper on the poetic devices used in Judges chapter four and that thought hit me.  Am I sitting here soaking in the

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1115409053234307412005-05-06T15:38:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:19.345-04:00

There have been thoughts running around in my head that I have not recently been able to think clearly about... and I think that it mostly comes from not laying them down in some sort of format that I can peruse. And so I write on this blog again. For the past two years I have not written much of anything, but I have a yearning to write again.Why do stories cause me to cry? What is it about

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1089836278791889142004-07-14T16:07:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:19.277-04:00

And the last day at work has come. Yes my friends, that great feeling of never having to go back to your previous place of employment is now brewing within my soul. It's not that I hated my work... well let me rephrase that, I did not care for the work, but I thoroughly enjoyed the people that I worked with. So that made things bearable. But even still I am sitting here now feeling wonderful

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1087581558024172862004-06-18T13:27:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:19.211-04:00

Friday June 18th. Not nearly as superstitious as say a Friday the 13th, but something else is rather eerie on this day. Perhaps maybe it's only because one year ago on this day was the last time I posted to this website. What are the chances of that? It reminds me of another such occurrence in my life. It happened several years ago while I was still in college. I was sitting at the bus stop

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1055979390524739752003-06-18T19:36:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:19.142-04:00

The time is drawing nearer for the last shreds of childhood to fall from me. School has ended and all I am left with is an oversided sheet of paper with my name in gothic font and the stamped signature of the president of the university saying that I'm supposed to have rights afforded me by my graduation (yeah right). As if that and the fact that I'm going to work practically every day for the

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-1055730835020259122003-06-15T22:33:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:19.071-04:00

And here I find myself again... staring at this display like welcoming an old friend. I really had forgotten about the weblog until getting an IM from a random person who happened to be in Ireland. The conversation went something like "Hey you should update your journal" and I'm like " woah, haven't done that in a while" and then "yeah well you should, it was interesting". So I'm like "Ok,

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-851244572002-11-26T15:25:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:18.994-04:00

An ocean has passed underneath this digital bridge of bytes since I last wrote any of the rambling incoherent thoughts that spark around in my brain. My life has been turned upside-down. What was once laziness and blissful inactivity has been transformed into smothering activity and responsibility. But that is fine by me. The refining fire of my God's molding is painful and awkward. It leaves

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-816593882002-09-16T01:28:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.924-04:00

This semester is going to be different, I can feel it. There is a certain feel in the air. An expectancy of something like I have not felt before. Perhaps because it is my last year and I am placing more weight on truly living life to the fullest, or maybe because God is doing something new in my life. I tend to believe it is both. It's the calm before the storm. When the storm will come or

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-806779172002-08-25T00:37:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.858-04:00

Oh how quickly a day can go by and how little one can get done. I did two main things today: eat lunch and watch a football game. Where the rest of the day went I can't remember. Somewhere along the line tv and this computer sucked most of it up I'm sure. How depressing. I've got to do something with myself. I need to get a job, go to class, walk outside... something. I spent the whole

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-806446632002-08-24T01:04:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.785-04:00

and a good time was had by all. I spent this evening in Orlando. On the agenda for the night was the Denison Marrs cd release party. What happened in addition to that was what made the night really special. Not only did I get into the show for $10, but that got me the cd as well, plus I had dinner at mike graham's house, and then second dinner at mike golin's. Yeah! That's right, two home

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-806064902002-08-23T04:32:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.709-04:00

so it's 4am and I am still awake? Why is that? Well it might have to do with the fact that I fell asleep during the movie tonight for about half an hour so I'm not feeling tired. That kinda sucks though 'cause come tomorrow and I'll be feeling like crap. I could just sleep until I naturally wake up, however I feel like that would just start a bad precendent for the semester. There's always

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-802913022002-08-15T17:08:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.640-04:00

five... four... and it's only three days until I am back in Gainesville. As things wind down here in New Hampshire they begin to speed up in Florida. I must say that it has been an incredible summer. I have seen so many beautiful things. Mountains, lakes, ocean, wildlife, stars, metors, and on and on it could go. But I could say that it has been an amazing summer even if I had not

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-799362442002-08-07T10:03:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.573-04:00

The summer has absolutely flown by. I can't believe that I am looking at just a week and a half until I set foot once again in that lovely North Florida town of Gainesville. The two months that I have been here in New Hampshire have seemed like only a week or so. It's not as if I've hiked over a hundred miles, over nearly twenty mountains, and witnessed some of the most breathtaking views that

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-799240052002-08-07T01:14:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.507-04:00

He stood there with his whole body trembling. Alone in front of hundreds his eyes were clenched shut on the verge of tears. Any thought to any thing beyond the black void of those eyes had long since disappeared. As his voice cracked with the repetitious melody and heartfelt words it was as if years were lifted from those shoulders. And somewhere a wall fell. The wire and wood that hung from

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-781425142002-06-24T14:44:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.440-04:00

It's been a while since I could write here in this place... it's been a while... ACK! Don't ever sing Staind again, Graham. To go into detail about what has happened to me in the last few weeks would be too hard of a task to undertake. So I will make it short and sweet. God is doing incredible things here at camp. The staff has not ceased to amaze me with their love and devotion to spreading

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-774779282002-06-07T18:02:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.353-04:00

I am half a world away from where I began. Right now I am sitting here on the porch of my girlfriend's aunt's house with a sandwich next to me and the cool Maine breeze blowing quietly outside. Sixteen hundred miles separate me from the start of my long trip and what seems like years in time. Driving for that long of a distance gives you a large amount of time to think. As the unending miles

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-772378872002-06-01T22:58:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.277-04:00

no time to type. I leave in 6 hours to start the drive. posts will be intermitten but should have tons of really cool stuff. peace

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-771902552002-05-31T13:48:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.195-04:00

it is finished

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trip planning part 1: Put my crap in bags trip planning part 2: Put bags in car trip planning part 3: Pray, pray, pray that many long hours in the car alone with my sister does not drive me absolutely insane. Driving up the east coast from Florida to Maine with my sister is going to be an interesting time. It's not that we don't get along, we do, but if we don't kill each other by the end of

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-771487432002-05-30T13:55:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:18.044-04:00

water dripping on my forehead and I can't taste it. That's what it is like. She called from a public phone last night with a line of people behind her waiting for their turn. I hadn't heard her voice for going on 4 days and all I got was 10 minutes. it was the shortest 10 minutes of my life. ok, I'll admit that I may be obssesivly single minded right now. But since I have nothing better

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-771019202002-05-29T10:50:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.964-04:00

She. Her. Girl. Mine. I can’t get her out of my mind. As clichéd as that is, it is the truth. And it is killing me The reaction is always the same: Person: “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” Me: “Yeah, she lives in Maine.” Person: “For real?” Me: “Yeah” Person: “Oh… I’m sorry.” I have gone for almost three months without seeing her. That is more than one should be allowed to bear. It

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-770672082002-05-28T12:22:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.894-04:00

I have my own desk for a week. In the latest, and fortunately last, installment in my temp job career I am sitting behind a beautiful reddish oak desk. Not just a single desk, no this is a corner desk...in a corporate office. The only down side is that it is just inside the entry way. Yeah, that's right, another front line secretarial job. But in this case it is not so bad, we don't have any

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-770458312002-05-27T22:16:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.807-04:00

Don't you just hate it (for those who do this blog thing) when you type something up and post but don't really read it over and then check it later to find a glaringly poor example of grammar or some left out word that makes you look like an idiot or perhaps just one long run on sentence that starts to lose all meaning towards the end and you are just left dangling with your metaphorical pants

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-770119592002-05-27T00:35:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.738-04:00

Today I cried. I was alone in a crowd of hundreds. The hot tears flowed down my cheeks this morning and I couldn't stop them. I was broken this morning. And it all started by my jamming before church. Well, I guess it really started the night before when I had a friend decided to keep me accountable to certain things. My life, therefore, was turned inside out and made easier to see how far

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-769804262002-05-26T01:09:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.669-04:00

Well, the computer thing really didn't work out. Not that anyone really cared. I just frustrated me and gave me about 2 hours less sleep before the CPR class. Thankfully, though, that class was so much easier than last time I took it. We ended two hours early and I didn't miss a single question on the exam. So YES I can save you for another year. And all it took was 48 bucks out of my ever

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-769493762002-05-25T00:17:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.602-04:00

So I'm really not that smart. I have to be in St. Pete at 9am tomorrow, at least 45min away, for a CPR for the Professional Rescuer class and I am sitting here typing on this infernal machine. Why do I think it's infernal? Well, for starters it's sound card sucks royally. I've been trying to lay down some song ideas on my mom's computer, only because it's down away from everyone so I can make

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-769123892002-05-24T00:59:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.537-04:00

I've been asked by my friend Josh Doody to critique his songs. This is a real honor because he has given me full opportunity to be truthful. Being a songwriter myself I know how personal songs can be and telling someone to be blatently honest can open the door to criticism you just don't want. I know, for myself personally, all I want to hear is how good my songs are. Being my own worst enemy

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-768756432002-05-23T04:17:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.474-04:00

finally! I just spent the past two or more hours working on this template update. I hope you guys read the archives cause they were a friggen pain in the butt. enjoi.

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-768703762002-05-23T00:29:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.411-04:00

Ah, it feels good to be back to normal. 12:30am and I have no plans on bed for a while. No reason to get up in the morning. Makes me feel like I'm back at school. To bad no one is here to enjoy it with me. Can't finish full thoughts. must try later. ah.

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-768534962002-05-22T16:27:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.342-04:00

It's my last day at work. Temp job number one is officially flushing its metaphorical self down the toilet. It makes me sad for some reason. I think it's mostly the paycheck. It hasn't been that bad working as a leasing agent, but I really don't see how people do this for a living. Two of my coworkers are in the next room griping about the management and how this place is going to fall apart

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-767121852002-05-19T00:02:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.274-04:00

I wonder, do I have a central symbol to my life? What would it be? Questions inspired by 'a river runs through it'. they had the river, a wide montana river running through a valley long cut and smoothed by the incessant flowing of its waters. where nirvana-like bliss is found at the end of a fly rod and men become living art. what do i have? what is that one certainty that i come back to

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-766874782002-05-18T02:32:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.209-04:00

I don't know why I do it. It seems harmless at first, but then upon further consumption it's effects can be hazardous. Why I was allowed to continue I will never be able to tell. Now before everyone's minds start flying around all over the place let me assure you, this addiction, no not that far out, this... strong liking is of nothing so offensive as drugs. Though it's matter is often times

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-765601622002-05-14T22:16:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.143-04:00

blogger fodder: (noun) 1.something interesting that happens in one's life which is out of the ordinary; 2.smooth jazz played incessantly for hours on end without earplugs in sight. I hate smooth jazz. This is not something new. I have always hated smooth jazz. But I never thought that it could so profoundly affect my life the way that it has. Today was my first day at work. The hell week

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-764803442002-05-12T22:47:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:17.065-04:00

It's really hard to write when nothing is going on. I want to have something deep and insightful to say about life, but all I've got is a week spent watching tv and reading. So yeah, some people might like that, and I thought I would too, but that's not the way it's been working. It seems like I've come to see myself as what I do and since I have not been doing anything I feel terrible about

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It seems like I cannot do anything right when it comes to employment. I'm either not searching hard enough, being lazy, or other somesuch thing like that. It's this interesting relationship my mother and I have. I try as well as I know and she lays into me for not doing well enough. I mean, we get along great besides this point, but whenever work is brought up she gets all in my face about it

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-763325782002-05-09T00:42:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:16.917-04:00

why am i awake when all i'm doing is watching tv? i'm really not liking this break so far. lazy ass.

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ah, vacation. Yes, it can be as good as it sounds. Vacation. That word has a healing effect on the human soul. Just say it to someone and all things seem not so bad as before. it just sucks that mine is tainted. Yeah, trying to find a job over summer vacation is almost like voluntarily having a root canal done. If only root canals paid ten bucks an hour. I think I could sit in a chair long

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-761497262002-05-04T05:22:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:16.770-04:00

lost by lines and shades the changing is the hardest part leaving behind a part that i can never regain again it will all be different when i return what is another night spent here on these sheets in tears when i've spent the last two the same what is the point of hopeless fighting of fears when it will happen anyway and the day seems as if years and i'm still here looking at captured

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-761185492002-05-03T09:46:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:16.705-04:00

and i am awake... and i am alone... ok, maybe not entirely alone. The two women sitting in the office next to mine are seeming to have a grand soft time over there, but here I sit. Isolated by a inch and a half think peice of fiberboard from the rest of the world. Behind here I am just a thrall, a sub human if you will. Fairly sure that I am the one who is always incorrect and the person,

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-760483772002-05-01T15:08:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:16.640-04:00

My brain is going to fry out pretty soon. I'm taking a much needed break after having studied for several hours and that after just geting back from another exam. Oh how I am going to revel in the glory of finishing these exams. Dancing for joy in complete nakedness. Unabashed and unashamed. Ok, maybe that'll only be for a very short while in the privacy (pronounced in the proper british way

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-760442432002-05-01T12:52:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:16.570-04:00

The tamborines of Hare Krishnas and guitars of Christians on campus accomplish the same thing in my mind, to annoy the crap out of me. Be it the monotone droaning of krishna chants or the, mostly, slightly off pitch wail of worship songs, it all has the same effect. Call me cynical if you will but I don't believe that either of those two were meant as advertisements. "Hey! Come look at our

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I would do anything for love, but I won't do that I have no idea what Meatloaf was talking about, but I know what that means for me. Why I had to exist in a time when everything around is soaked in sex frustrates me sometimes. Frustrated in more than one way if my entendre is understood. And so I won't do that. Sometimes marriage looks solely like an outlet for sex. How untrue that is, but

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It's the little things really that get to me. Be they good or bad, it's always the little things that have that uncanny ability to find their way around my defensive wall and knock me around. Like signing in to blogger here, it never remembers who I am, but just now it did. Woah, big friggen deal you say. That's exactly my point. It isn't a big deal and yet it jumped right off the screen and

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-757927952002-04-24T22:38:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:16.368-04:00

I feel inadequate as a writer. For some reason I like to consider myself not bad at writing verse or coming up with some deep and insightful prose sometimes. But then I have to and read other people's stuff and I feel that I am the lesser in the match up. Consider this peice I really like from a band called The Contingency Plan. "Abandon ship, cause I'm going down / You can jump first, cause

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I love tests that take less than an hour to finish. There's just something about that feeling of defeating an exam that quickly. Now I must make this disclaimer, it's not that I'm a genius by any stretch of the imagination, I know too many smart people to delude myself that way, it's just that the exam was in my Ancient Egypt class. I feel bad about that class, but that's only because I wasn't

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-757787982002-04-24T15:52:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:16.220-04:00

I believe that my electronic life oppositely mirrors my real life. I sit here in front of this thing the most when I need to be doing other more important things and when I really have time to make quality improvements to this site or email friends far away, etc. I don't do it. I actually was just getting back to some friends today who had written me about 12 days ago. The funny part about

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I swear that no one must like me, or that nobody really cares about what is going on in my head, or that I'm just not cool enough for people to bookmark. Call it hitcounter jealosy, I swear it has nothing to do with male insecurities, but why can't mine be larger. Why don't I have as many. I guess I'm just too much of a whiner and people get fed up with it.

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I want to start off by saying that things are not really as bad as they sound. I tend to get pretty dramatic when I'm feeling down. I'm not withdrawing those statements made earlier, I just want to say that I don't just sit around being pissed when I'm at home, 'cause that's not true. I mean, it might help that I am saying this after my week of exams is over and I have nothing to do this

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-752688902002-04-10T22:04:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:16.017-04:00

I hate feeling bad about myself. I don't think there anything more depressing than knowing that you are the cause of your own depression. I'm not sure if that made any sense but that's just the way it is. A self reciprocating cylce of depression. Things are bad, I'm not making them any better. And it sucks that nothing anyone says can help you. "Yeah, I know how you feel" is probably the

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-752606812002-04-10T18:03:00.000-04:002006-10-16T13:53:15.943-04:00

Sometimes it's hard to believe how long time can take to drift by us. A friend of mine once said that calenders remind us we are losing something precious, which I agree with, but sometimes the time you are living in isn't as precious as ones you forsee in the future. Thus I am stuck here wishing for the future and discontent with the present. Look at it like this. When I am doing something

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-114240112002-04-03T15:02:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:15.879-04:00

I totally forgot to write about something hillarious that happened whilst we were hurling rocks down lanes yesterday. So as soon as we start bowling on come the black lights. As we all know, black lights and white clothing create this crazy effect where it seems like the cloth is glowing. Well to get to the point there was this chick a few lanes over who should have thought of what she was

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I am, as a friend so poetically put it, "walking to fading stars". welcome day

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is it luck?

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have you ever wondered why some of the posts are justified evenly through the column and some of them are justified to the left thus leaving the right hand side non-uniform???

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What is more useful in life, sleep or surfing the internet? Well, if one chanced to check my life it might lead him/her to answer the later choice. What is it about this thing... this vast wealth of knowledge, facts, fun, and (quite unfortunately) porn... that causes you to sit cross eyed in front of your large monitor and soak in all that you can get. Oh I'll just check up on some of my

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-109521302002-03-20T20:43:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:15.521-04:00

When it rains it pours. While sitting here at work I am realizing the futility of arguing with a boss. I have to type into our computer all of the constitutions of the clubs on campus that we do not have electronically already. That means that I am in the middle of typing out around 400 constitutions. It's not only me, really. There are like 4 other students here that work with me, but the

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I really hate the spring semester. I just can never get anything to roll my way. That is, as far as school goes. I can sure tell you that I am having fun with friends and playing music and chilling and stuff. But the school juices just don't seem to be flowing. I never know why either. It's not like I do anything differently than in the fall. I'm doing all the same stuff, it's just that

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-109084702002-03-19T16:51:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:15.384-04:00

I find myself living in a state of self denial. A place where my world is one big happy vacation while in reality things are perhaps crumbling around me. Everything is alright I tell myself. You are right where you need to be, doing the things that you need to be doing, and the world is in perfect order. Unfortunately sometimes I find myself staring at this wall I've built and find a crack.

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-108582952002-03-18T09:47:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:15.317-04:00

This is not a good way to start out a week. I'm sitting here in a computer lab on campus at 9:40am. I've been here since 9 o'clock. Why is this bad? Because I don't have to be to work until 10. Somehow my alarm clock got messed up, is one hour ahead of the rest of the world, and caused me to loose an hour of sleep. Usually this wouldn't be that big of a deal, but: 1. It's monday, things are

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The thought came to me whilst sitting and nibbling on some food that was cooked hours before and served from under a heat lamp to me. 'in this tank of intellectuality we are blinded to our basic needs to search for purpose past our hollow shell define the space between heaven and hell' Think about all 46 odd thousand students that call the University of Florida their home. How many of those

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...and now it starts...and now it begins...I've waited too long for this... How appropriate those lyrics are. Thank you Andrew. Spring Break can now officially begin. No more class. No more tests. No more work. I am done, fini, over. Thank the dear Lord that I don't have to go on any further. Slacking can now start (not that it ever had stopped from some break in the past).

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Between myself and freedom lies a sinister creation called midterm exams. I mean does this thing actually measure to the fullest all the information I know and have learned in a class. Perhaps if it was an essay test, an open ended question that requires analytical thought and an answer that could perhaps differ from student to student, thus meaning that I have had to process the information on

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-102292382002-02-28T12:09:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:15.003-04:00

Life is good I tell ya. There's just something satisfing about recieving a gift you have been waiting for for a very long time. Now by very long I mean 2 months and by gift I mean girl. I won't go into any details but I will say that there is an emptiness that has now been filled. This is going to be a good break. One other thing that has been in my head recently is this thought of where I

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-101765672002-02-27T03:11:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:14.798-04:00

Man, I just have all the luck. I was just writing a peice on how terrible it is to lose an irreplaceable hour's worth of work to the demon of the "timed out" issue , when all of the sudden I lose that peice too. Cei la vie, no? I won't even try to replace the replacement. You just wouldn't get it. Wouldn't know how much it cost me. Oh well. She comes today.

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Do you ever wonder why people are so fakely philosophical about things? Why someone must take a thing which is in itself nothing more than the sum of its parts and try to create in it something else entirely? You know what I mean? Why can't the words that come out of my mouth be taken at face value? Why can't I do something without somebody thinking there is some alterior motive? I don't

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-100918032002-02-25T00:44:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:09.770-04:00

Haha! Two in one day. I am good man. So, I just got back from watching Hart's War. Not a bad flick, but not exactly the greatest either. Boy, can I tell you, I love it when I get to see a man's brains blown onto the guy sitting next to him. That's the sign of a great one. It's ok though, cause I was out doing it with friends of mine. I tell you, I have some of the coolest people in the

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-100719472002-02-24T13:52:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:09.709-04:00

Wow, it's been 11 days since I've written. Didn't really seem like that long. So much has happened and yet nothing at all. You know what I mean? I might have to do this in installments as to not miss anything of importance. I'll start out with most recently. I learned this new game last night called Silent Football. The gameplay itself is quite simple but the main attraction to it is the

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-97042472002-02-13T21:35:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:09.647-04:00

So I'm sitting here at work on campus and it is 9:30pm. What the heck am I doing working on a night such as this? No, better question, what the heck am I working at night at all for? I can't say really, besides the fact that if I didn't pick up this shift then I'd only be working like 6 hours a week. That's not gonna cover me at all. So I am destined to sit here and entertain myself for

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-96750622002-02-13T03:26:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:09.589-04:00

What a great joy comes to me when I think that I now only have one little test between me and freedom. It doesn't mean that this nasty cycle of procrastination and cramming will end, only put it on hold for a while. Spring break is going to be so nice... no school, no job, just fun, sun, and makin' out. Does life get any better than this? Can't say one way or the other, but I have a definite

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-96298852002-02-11T22:59:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:09.530-04:00

Ok, I'm a little better but that might be solely because I have yet to really think about what is ahead. But in truth the hardest test is behind me. Just keep on top of it Graham

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At 6:49pm on this day I have officially hit the wall in my apathy about school. While I thought that I have felt inklings of it before I find that today it has become a reality. I was checking my gpa for the previous semester to see how poorly I can do and still keep my scholarship. Perhaps this was caused by my lack of being able to get any work done over the weekend and the three rather

Graham Bucknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329150.post-95978472002-02-11T00:56:00.000-05:002006-10-16T13:53:09.398-04:00

So here I am... Siting at my desk at a quarter till one in the morning when I have to get up for work at 9am. Why do I insist on this self inflicted insomnia. The watch on my desk clicks loudly, letting me know that each second has past me by. Why am I here? Why do I write on this thing? Well, considering a friend of mine just introduced it to me and I thought it was cool, I guess I just

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