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Name: Jordan
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Lancaster
Birthday: 12/18/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Capitalism, conservative government, justice for all, individualism, Ayn Rand, arguing with liberals, apologetics, fighting society, mocking establishment, the NFL, videogames, anime, hanging out with the choice friends, wandering the internet. My music genre of choice is Progressive, which includes such excellent bands as The Flower Kings, Genesis, Kaipa, King Crimson, Pain of Salvation, Pink Floyd, Rush, Spock's Beard, Symphony X, The Tangent, TransAtlantic, U.K. and Yes.
Expertise: I'm highly qualified at holding an intelligent conversation, I have an exemplary vocabulary, and I'm proficient at doling out justice and highlighting the consequences of stupidity.
Message: message me
AIM:  Aura of Denial
Member Since:
10/2/2005
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| Hmm, so I'm here at college, and so far everything seems pretty good. I'm not sure why I'm even updating my xanga since people don't read it to begin with, but in any case I felt that I should make my current self evident to all three of you who come here. So without further adieu...
I got to college about 10 days ago. My roommate isn't too bad, but I kinda doubt we're gonna be "best friends for life" or something like that. He keeps his bike in here, which doesn't really bug me that much but it's a minor nuisance to move it around so I can access stuff. On the other hand, my roommate did purchase a freakin nice sound system, and while I don't really use it while he's around, when he's not, I can blast my prog to my hearts content and have people walk into my room wondering which artist this is. I always enjoy letting them know that if they actually have heard of the Flower Kings, I'd be impressed.
I'm starting to miss the old friends back home (shout out to Brandon). I'd say I miss Weavers but I don't so much miss the work or the establishment so much as my old friends there. As much fun as I have here at college, I still feel like it's a sort of "summer camp" kind of situation and that I'll be home in no time. But I digress...there's precious little to do back home, and the choice of females there is pretty horrendous...
On that topic, I'm happy to say that GCC offers many opportunities for me in the female field to take advantage of. I've acquired a few targets so to speak but currently only minor conversations thus far are leaving me pretty far behind. I have a feeling I need to be active in the search here, lest I be left behind in a wasteland I felt like I was in back in Lancaster. But you and I both know that Jordan is not the smoothest of operators and has precious little experience in the field.
Classes thus far haven't been too challenging, which makes me optimistic. I've got Calc 1, Chemistry, and Physics, and I've already taken the AP equivalents of each. I've also got a class called Fit/Well, which essentially teaches me that I've got terrible nutrition, am out of shape, and am going to die of heart disease shortly. I've also got a class called Civilization which is taught by a sociology teacher from a philosophy perspective. And since I love philosophy, I have high hopes for this class actually entertaining me. We shall see though. I took a test to see what career I should be in when I got here and I scored a 79/80 in the Law section, which is about 15 points higher than everything else. I have now determined that law school is a definate after college, and yet I still wonder if I should remain a Mech. Engineering major. I'll see how it all unfolds.
I've got a pretty sweet crew of hall mates that I could honestly call friends after knowing them for only a day. Now that we've been together for over a week, they really do seem like family. They're really both simultaneously an impediment and an impetus for me to go find some girls, because for all the talk of going out to pick up some chicks, we usually just hang together and play madden or something else. But since I'm not as overly energetic to find a girlfriend as I was about 2 years ago, I'm pretty much playing it slow and just chilling with the guys, which will probably lead to a lifetime of solitude. Fun. | | |
| So I thought I'd swear off finding new music because I'm out of money
due to me writing out a $2227.00 check to Grove City (side note: real
life sucks). Even so, I managed to dig up a new (if 1970s are new
to you >_>) band that is quite enjoyable, once you get past the
fact that they're Italian and hence, sing in an Italian accent.
But hey, I'm used to hard British, Swedish, and Polish accents, so one
more won't kill me. Plus they've got talent, which doesn't
hurt. PFM stands for Premiata Forneria Marconi, btw, which I
means god knows what in Italian.
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| I'm just making this post purely for my currently listening to thing,
cuz this band totally kicks ass. Who would have thought that
music this good could come out of Poland?
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| This post is dedicated to a hero of mine, Bob Ross. Born Oct. 29,
1942 and died July 4, 1995, the man has etched something upon the
hearts of all true Americans with superior choice of words and happy
demeanor. His paintings looked like the handywork of Gods, and
yet they were so simple that he taught us how to do them, despite the
fact that none of us bothered trying. We didn't try, not because
of boredom or lack of talent, but because we knew our paintings would
never compare to the brilliance of Ross' portfolio. His legacy
lives on in the form of PBS reruns that we all watch when there's
nothing left on. Yet as soon as we find him painting his gorgeous
landscapes, our mind remains fixed upon the glorius vision of Bob Ross'
simple yet alltogether inconceivably good artwork. He is a mentor
to us all.
For those of you who can handle the downloading, please remember Ross,
dead 11 years ago this 4th of July, by watching this clip from his
repetoire of televised works: http://youtube.com/watch?v=ETe8V6ygT88
And leave a comment, not for my post, but on your thoughts of Bob
Ross. Bob, when I get to heaven, we'll paint the new Jerusalem
full of hunter green secret bushes and prussian blue happy skies.
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