Name:Sean Country:United States State:Michigan Metro:Saginaw Birthday:6/21/1990 Gender:Male
Interests:Writing whatever is on my mind, voice acting (it's a lifestyle, not a hobby XD), conversing with people in general! Expertise:If you don't know what it is, am I truly an expert at it? Occupation:Student
The most hilarious thing concerning this Christmas is the fact that my father has abosolutely no clue as to what to get me in terms of presents, a situation not similar with any other member of our quite extensive family. Yet what about this seemingly common occurrence strikes me as so off-the-wall? The fact that I have no clue what it is I want.
While my childhood was propagated with presents and game systems quite a fair amount more often than any child of my economic upbringing should have been exposed to, it would seem that this long period of having so many choices of what I wish to do had the reverse effect of dissuading me from the desire to purchase newer items with the realization of how much I already own; I wish not to even begin to recount how many times I have heard about the newest "hit" game appearing for the newer consoles within only a matter of weeks, only to return to my college dorm with plans of either raising Chao in Sonic Adventure 2 Battle, playing through one of the many classic Megaman titles via the Anniversary Collection, or any other game selection that originally became available sometime in the 1990's. That's beside the point anyway, as my father expressed his disdain for purchasing me "videogames" as a present for Christmas unless I did the buying myself, so that option is out of the question already.
What then of the more personal, and even nonelectronic forms of amusement? This is where the contentedness of my life comes into play, along with the causes of it that will no doubt be written and written again in these entries should I manage to continue a posting spree (I prefer to avoid using "schedule" now, as it immediately scares my mind into not following it at any cost). Even as I sit now, cushioned lightly by the leather seat of this couch whilst the humble beats of "Stray" eminating from my site's music player soothe my ever-open ears, I cannot find a thing in the world that I absolutely desire in order to enjoy my time. It is another pang of boredom, no doubt, but at the same time it is one of those pangs you "appreciate" for the pure fact that you are capable of having them. I cannot imagine the stress placed upon people who rarely, if ever, have the chance to simply relax and do whatever pleases them, even if it's nothing at all. With the ever-filling concept of voice acting, however, I really don't need anything more.
In a desperate attempt to think of something I could ask for, in order to alleviate the inevitable awkward situation in response to sitting idly by whilst others survey their gifts on the 25th, I came to the conclusion that what I most desire are the things I once enjoyed in my younger years that I have long since seen available to me, many of which are consumables that last no longer than a week. The greatest of this? Vitamin D ("whole") milk, which despite its fatty content has the sweetest taste of any dairy liquid ever ingested on my part. Yet this is where the list ends for now, a measly 6 days remaining before the culmination of spending efforts arrives.
Hence, this is why I find it hilarious; the first year in which I have actually spent a considerable amount of money on my own family is not only the first year that we have had such a considerably greater number of members in that family, but also the first year I've contemplated how fine I'd be with receiving absolutely nothing for myself.
Is this the true "spirit" of the season that so many people refer to? I find it rather... wonky.
I suppose one of the more noticeable habits I hold true to myself, regardless of whatever influences society provides me in the earnest attempt to better develop my character into something more acceptable by the masses, is that of my insatiable desire to fulfill the "normal" schedule I hold on a daily basis; that is, once I figure out a routine I follow regularly regarding what happens at what hour, I begin to seem almost OCD in the manner of how closely I attempt to follow it.
This of course is thrown off balance on a regular basis, perhaps majorly due to my Voice Acting hobby/career; between new audition threads popping up, ever-nearing deadlines for already slated projects, and my own personal divine sense of procrastination towards all things in general concerning life, very rarely do I find myself in a happy medium that stays consistent. The term "happy" is used exclusively here, as I am perhaps more content with my life than anyone else I know of, including the people who may come across this entry and think to themselves, "bullocks, he has no idea how good my life is, how conceited of him!". No, my friend, I am quite sure it is a pleasurable life I lead, I only wish you were around to bask in it and take some of the benefits for your own.
Understandably, this has also led to the rousing success regarding Xanga updates; that success, of course, is in the goal of consistently failing to do so regularly. Perhaps this is simply because of my approach towards how to gain attention and response from others, as rather than garner minor reactions to my often fruitless attempts to display unnecessary exaggerations of knowledge and word utilization I prefer instead to pursue my voice acting and let the results speak for themselves. More often than not, the resulting additions to my MSN and Skype list provide more hours of conversation and lifelong bonding than the substitute for verbal excrement I expound upon this page on the rare occasion that I am moved to come back to it.
Is it because I'm attempting to escape any discernible trace of my young teenage self, the recluse that relied on internet games and fame in order to give himself a reason to have pride? Your guess is as good as mine. At the same time, however, it is these internet relationships, the communications not withheld because of race, age, or looks withal, that I hold dearest to my ideals; I in fact purchased a copy of Metal Gear Solid 2 for one of my more prominent friends from MSN as a "thank you" for the many accounts of boredom he had delayed or erased through his participation.
If you couldn't tell by now, this is very much one of those "boredom results" you see here, generated only by my notice of a new comment being left on the last one (my thanks go to whoever was that lucky prodder). Should there be yet another gap between this post and the next, assume it was not because of a lack of interest here but instead a more prominent interest in finding out the results of this $400 audition competition.
For more info on that, though, I leave the prodding up to you. In the meantime, I'll be seeing how many more millions I acquired from outside-country lotteries I never remember entering. AOL never lies, right?....Right?
There are a lot of things in college, and even in life in general, that you can quickly find to be pretty hard to keep; sanity, adequate hours of sleep, even vacation plans to visit others you know and love are made to be put aside as others come in. But what all 3 of these examples fall into is the one thing that I have observed is ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE to keep while living in college: a schedule.
Truthfully, I haven't participated in a lot of college events yet (and although my roommate thinks I don't care about that fact, I truly do), but the fact remains that even while attempting to hold some shred of control over what I am in and what I have left to attend and remember, I find myself constantly placing personal goals aside to fulfill more concrete and "necessary" actions regarding my classes and/or extra activities (which, don't get me wrong, I absolutely enjoy doing).
Has anyone else experienced the extreme stress this can place on a person yet? Perhaps the most obvious sign of my slowly going crazy lies in that EVERY SINGLE WEEK I have planned a replacing visit back home to both amuse my parents and try vainly to prove to them that I've actually been doing something constructive, an event has come up that absolutely must be tended to, perpetually pushing back my hopes of actually seeing humans who have tolerated me for longer than most people would consider a normal amount of exposure.
I'm slowly adapting, yes, although the repercussions of some of this change have effects even for those not a part of it (as is evident by the lack of regular updates here this week), and perhaps I can find solace in the fact that there's SOMEONE out there having a crappier time than myself.
Plus, I love life in general, absolutely embrace it. It's just as random as I am, so we find a lot to laugh about. Except when people walk by and wonder why the hell I'm laughing by myself while leaning back in a desk chair with the computer off.
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