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realistic optimist
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i just wanted to formally introduce myself to this wonderful chaotic maelstrom of blatherers, and say that i've enjoyed running across this delicate slice of intarweb; and plan to slowly taste your bytes, here and there, and ask you not to mind my backwash too much... you might even grow to like it after a while. :F
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notme
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:) i look like a smile on a lonely face of a body wearing christmas pyjamas staring at a blue screen um hi i'm not this tired
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um..hi welcome to the variegated village of solipsistic hubris and inordinate self esteem - i wish i had the scrotal fortitude to take my death blow as gallantly..sure i'm paraphrasing (and rather shoddily at that) willie with the shakes, o genious of rhetoric that he was..by the way i'm just describing myself and not neccessarily anyone else's shimmering soul water streams so.. could you tell us a story? something not sad and filled with glory? ...
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um_hey, welcome_to_blather
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sure, oldphebe, i'll tell you a story... about the day i learned how the world works. i was enrolled in my second year at the university, seeking a fine and applied arts degree, majoring in architecture. i had experienced much hardship, and was putting in 36 hours a week in class time, another 40 hours in model building, plus 10+ hours working in sorority kitchens, plus several hours a week doing chores for the scholarship house in which i lived. in short, i was busy. i have never been much of a morning person, usually late to my first class, even when it was scheduled later. this particular semester, i had no choice. i had mandatory 8 am classes every morning. i had never been able to take naps during the day either, and as the semseter wore on, i grew more and more weary, and more and more late. by the end of the semester, i had been dropped 3 grades in one class and 2 grades in another for attendance alone. this unexpected drop in GPA was enough to get me kicked out of school based on grades. i petitioned to be let in, since this is what the school allows you to do if you protest being "let go." i waited weeks only to be denied. i petitioned a second time, and was yet again denied. i returned home for christmas break dejected and ashamed. i was hundredths of a grade point from the "kick out" line, so upon returning to school after the break, i went to plead with my instructors. could they possibly drop me one less grade due to attendance, since my work was not shoddy, it was merely my attendance, and this was not nearly so shoddy as the records indicated, since it was just tardiness to a 3 hour lab as opposed to just not going? the first professor to whom i spoke was straight off the boat from the middle east, teaching his first year at the university, and was not about to bend any rule for anyone. the second professor, however, was a clever man, and i had grown to dislike him for the pleasure i saw in his eyes when he would attempt to season a student to the rigors of architecture by just laying into their design ideas and telling them they were shit, just to see if the student could gather themselves back up and create something different, but just as inspired. he said he would think about it. i called, and he said he hadn't had time. i called and he repeated the same. finally, i called and he said to meet him in his office on friday. he never showed. nor did he answer or return any of my calls that day. nor did he show on saturday, or answer/return calls. i called on sunday, and was amazed that he was there. he said he had not had time to consider it, but if i came in, he would give me a verdict. i was smoldering at that point, but what could i do? as far as i knew he was my last hope. i arrived at his office that cold sunday, and faced a barrage of epmty rhetoric. i patiently nodded at the right parts, and even asked a question to appear interested in his bullshit. at the end he said, he had decided to say no. on this, the day before the last day i could add classes to my nonexistent schedule, if i were to be let in. he had wasted weeks of my time, and i was livid. i told him as much, now that he was worthless to me. mind scrambling that night, as i lay unable to find rest, i searched for a way out - rather a way back in to the university. i was not a poor student, nor did i deserve to be snubbed so early in my scholastic career. my teachers had told me that they thought i was going to be one of the brightest students, and were surprised as the semester had wore on, that i appeared to not care enough to come on time. this was simply unacceptable, and no matter what it took, i was going to find a way! then it came to me, my last bastion of hope, and one i had neglected to utilize. i woke the next morning, bright and early. i showered and shaved, and donned respectable clothing. at 8 am sharp, i arrived at the office of the dean of the college of fine and applied arts. the office of the man who had chided me in the middle of last semester, saying my attendance was poor and could lead to dire consequences. the office of the man who had asked me to subvert my principles and withdraw so i wouldn't get kicked out. the office of the man i had told i would not, could not quit, even in the face of such consequences. the office of the man who had decided to kick me out because the rules had said so. he was busy, his secretary told me, and i would have to wait. she shook her head at the fact that i had no appointment, yet i thought i could just waltz right in and see him, today of all days, the last day to add classes. i waited and waited and waited and waited. finally, at 2:45 pm she said he would see me now. finally, the moment of truth had arrived. (the moment of truth that was bigger than truth, as i would come to learn) knowing that i had tried every legal and proper avenue available to me, and had tried to appeal to the human aspect of each person with whom i pleaded, and that on each and every such instance i had failed, i realized that i could not stay true to my principles, and hold the world to the principles i believe in, and get the results i desired. now was the time to lessen myself that i might make myself greater. now was the time that the ends had to justify the means, now was the time that i would treat the world as it was and not how it claimed to be. now was the time i shed that cherished part of my inner child so that i could have a chance at the future i wanted. I LIED. i spun lie after lie weaving like a master fibber who never knew the white side of lie. i spun stories, and tied them to truths i had already told him. i Screamed, i Wept, and i Lied. and at the end of my spiel, at 3:45 pm, the dean handed me a piece of paper on which to add my classes, and said that if i could add classes which satisfied my college requirements, and satisfied the requirements to get back the full ride scholarship i had also lost when i got kicked out of school, that he would readmit me to the college. that gave me 75 minutes to run all over campus and take the scraps that all the other students had left. my university was famous for students not being able to fill a schedule if they had to rely on adding classes manually by going to each department themselves. the only sure way was to add them electronically, an option which was no longer available to me. i ran to each department, coming up with a schedule on the fly, fulfilling requirements at each step, and forging forth with a determination i had grown accustomed to all last semester... but this time it would get me the results i sought, i HAD to! by 4:30, i had done what the dean had deemed impossible, and was back in his office with the evidence. incredulous, he accepted the piece of paper, and readmitted me to the university. i was on the highest probation possible both for my scholarship and for the school. i got the best grades of my college career that semester, and even got away with dropping the calculus class that i knew i wouldnt pass but had to sign up for to get readmitted. i graduated in an entirely different college with an entirely different degree, and still had my scholarship to pay for most of it. and i learned that sometimes you have to be a realist in this world to get what you want, but that i would never let them completely crush the optimistic child inside of me. i will hold onto that part of myself and hold it more dear than my own well being. i'm not sure if there was enough glory in there for you, oldphebe, but its the story i had to tell.
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cymoril
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you're_so_fucking_beautiful
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*blush* thank you!
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that was a tour de force true lesson for us all!!!! very inspiring!!! what did you finally wind up getting your degree in if you don't mind my asking? later, ...
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if i'd had your passion and resiliency and penchant for peering into meatus of the human condition back when i was matriculating, i probably would not have had to start over again at three different colleges - ingenious really, and with that kind of intrepid, tenacity there's probably not too much anything or anyone can do to thwart your career/life objectives very inspiring story - now look whose got the chills um..later, ...
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realistic optimist: your story is told with realism and feeling, truth and sincerity, the likes of which I do not have the fortune to come across often.
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my undergraduate degree was a Bachelor of Sciences in Liberal Arts and Sciences; majoring in Psychology, and with an undeclared Philosophy minor.
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here i sit at the helm of an unfamiliar computer,mourning the shreds of my lost data. i was only trying to help out my roommate! i had no way to know that hte hard drive from the computer he had purchased from his brother was riddled with viruses. i do not know how long it will be until i can find my way back online. i will miss the cool comfort of the blue screen, and the sultry and inspiring words found here. keep the blue warm for me, i plan to return as soon as i am able.
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from the pits of despair i have risen to plod my course, perhaps even to dance it once again. fair warning to you all, i have full use of my computer once again!!
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;)
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notme
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broken?
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oldephebe
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ditto
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yay after 2 days of not loading for me, it works again!
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oldephebe
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realistic optimist - you got serious skillz brah..much props
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thank you sir. it is nice to be appreciated by those who have skills which i, in turn, respect and appreciate.
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pipedream gettin all sparkly
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hellllloooooo *hug*
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cupcake
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wow! realistic optimist, i really like how you write!
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oooh! a sparkly hug! yay! not only did i get a hug when i reallly needed one, but i will always have these sparklies to remind me of pipedreams hug!
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realistic optimist
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thanks, cupcake, but don't you write with your fingers too? ;)
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Just here as part of a stalk and I've now officially been to this particular page twice. I'm patting myself on the back at the moment. Oops, think I sprained something. Oh shit, ripped my shirt too. ROFL Hey mon!
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yup, you keep 'em sparklies safe and shiny, you never know when they might come in handy *grins at R.O*
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oh_my_gosh hides
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stork daddy
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hi
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sans nom
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ih_mu
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That was a great story, realistic. The fact that its true makes it even better. Glory is definantly ivolved here. "Hold fast when you can, and compromise when you have to."- Hobbes
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ala Calvin and Hobbes
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Death of a Rose
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caricatures of snowmen. Classic. thrilling winter pastimes, whoosh as they go by. Even more classic.
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oh....and welcome....welcome....sit down and peruse our shelves awhile. Coffe bar is over there, saxxy librarians over there....couches and therapists over there.... :-)
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why thank you for the tour, death of a rose... i'm not much of a coffee drinker, just on special occasions. i am pleased to find the previously hidden 104 section of saxxy librarians. and since i am in general against psychology as anything but a last effort approach, i am grateful that this blue screen might just be all the therapy i need.
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nom
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please don't mind if i take a little snooze here
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realistic optimist
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*shakes mon just awake enough to ask her if she would like some ghoulash i've made*
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mon
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why thankyou for the kindly offer sir real now i'm thinking about jack the bear
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realistic optimist
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i'm afraid the reference is lost on me, though i'm making grilled cheese sammywitches atm if you'd like one.
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san'wich! can i have one? *scoots mon over and flops down on couch in cloud of dust and sparkles*
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only if mon and i get to be the bread* *excuse my drunken lewd suggestion, i'm all out of cheese sammiches, i'll set you up on my next cooking session
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tech-nically, mon and *i* should be the bread, 'cause we're the girls and you're the boy, y'know? hehehehe (one lewd deserves another ;) )
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i suppose that IS the traditional way for a girl girl boy sammich, and without certain toys, the most practical configuration. ghoulash and cheese for all!
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i've been making sammitches for years and i tell ya as long as the ingredients are yummy it doesn't matter how they're put together. they all get chewed up in the end.
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uh huh, but we've got goulash and cheese now! *tucks napkin into shirt collar and bounces happily on the sofa* sammitch! sammitch! sammitch!
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i had no idea that realistic_optimist was new in september. i thought he had been around for just ages. congratulations, you fit in very well. not that was your original intention. your story was beautiful.
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oE
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ah it's great to read this page again..hey R.O.
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aw thanks, endless :) much love to you OE i love all you guys! i feel like i've been here forever, too! it just really feels like home. *basks in the blue*
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i have to agree with endless...R.O is one of those 'boing' people you meet and its like you've known them all your life.
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whats shakin m'man? oh and um...hi.
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realistic optimist
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much love to you petaler of thorns. i think i have to engage in the embarassing task of selling plasma to make ends meet. yay for me!
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say it ain't so man. a man of your obvious talents and intelligence deserves far better.
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embarassing? i would more say prideless. the sting has come from inside each time i've been led to such ends. you know my heart goes out to ya, darlin', sympathy and luck and nuzzling grins.
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pipedream
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dog plasma! human plasma! *switches the both and the human begins acting like a dog and vice versa* throwback to old, old cartoon...
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well, we need lotsa pyschiatric skills up north (all the cold snowy wastelands and all, cabin fever....wotcha...wotcha..kichi hicki spoo....hehe) May lady luck be with ya RO. .
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and mister luck, and all dem lil' picaninnies of theirs.. (is 'picaninny' racist? i hope not)
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picaninny - n. black child. offensive (source - Dictionary.com)
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pipedream
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s**t, im sorry.
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oE
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what is there for you to be sorry for?
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i think she means she's sorry for using the word before she knew what it's meaning was. .speaking for me blather wifey
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no offense was taken..
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O. comparmentalized mind, clinical aloof..
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pretty much, i know what picaninny means (cute black child) but i wasn't sure if it was a racist thing or not, which occured to me as i hit 'blather'..tsk, pipers, tsk. apologies to anyone who took offense.
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blast. i'm without internet access again. this time, it is for an unpaid internet bill, that i had no idea had gotten so far out of hand. oh well i suppose i should have put that bill in my name and let my roommate have the water or power bill. anyway, long story short, i've been gone a bit, and will be gone a bit more, but i'm still on top of blathercon and my cel phone bill is paid. (i don't know what i would do without hearing doar's "oh shit, man!" at least once a month)
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OH SHIT! on a monthly cycle to delight the optimists associated with basketball ferver
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hi its been a long time. we really should keep in touch. but every time we meet you pretend you dont know me. mabey im just a forgetable person... *pulls down her pants and moons every one* bet you wont forget that.
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hi. i guess i'll have to pretend again... can't think of who am might be, but i must admit, i do have a spotty memory :( please don't take it personal but i think you are gonna have to show me your bum each time now so i can remember.
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oh i should have known its ambermoon. hrm i can only think of one person i used to always forget the name of and i used to beat myself up about it every time. if you were her, that would be a trip...
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i feel i have been unjustly called a monthly "pms" syndrome. hehe :-)
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oh shit, man! sorry bout dat. still haven't gotten your mail, m'man. everything ok in that rosie ghost town? (as you can see i got back online yesterday) though i'm no where near in the clear yet, and grow weary of the struggle, deep down i know i'll be just fine. it feels so good to be back in the blue.
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yeah i shipped it off to you at the beginning of this week. should be there soon. although i didn't ship any money yet (bad automobile happenings took a bit of money away from me). Ghost town is about the same. Think spring is finally coming back. Yay! Need to do some bicycling and *cringe* (please don't hate me because i'm white.....hehe) *cough* golfing *cough*. :-)
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there is a sweet golf course right down the block from me. i haven't had the money or willing partners to play it yet, but maybe when you visit :) i've been playing basketball and hashing to stay in shape. got lots of deep bruises from the basketball, and have made some yummy new friends from hashing. it has been a great way to bring in the spring! sunny days in the 60's have almost chased the depression from my heart :)
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okay.......let me in on the secret... what is hashing? golf game when i come down sounds good to me.
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hey sir real
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window shopping at a haberdasher
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haberdashery haberdasher - harry s truman
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hey RO, when did you become a hat seller? will you give me a hat for free?
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haha hi notme :D thanks for stopping by, don't forget to take a chocolate mint. and you silly fops, if you don't know what something is, google it! but to allay your fears regarding my purported selling of hats, i will let you in on the fact that it involves running and beer, not hats or even hash.
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i knew showing my ass would do the trick. your soooo good is am
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um_hi sorry my bad i dont know you, though id like to. *plays with her hair and looks at you sheepishly from behind her bangs*
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um_hi. ermm...nice butt.
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nice butt what? don't hold back on me now!
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These are two_words i can barely and rarely manage to say to a stranger who might catch my eye if i don't have the right level of intoxicants running through my bloodstream sigh
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i have the same problem sometimes, birdie. just yesterday, i found myself melting into this girl's eyes as i convinced her to sign a petition to put a measure on the ballot expanding the state's medical marijuana law. yet, i was too dumbfounded to say "um_hi" or "would you like to get coffee with me sometime?" instead, i let her slip away before i even thought about connecting with her on a personal level. *echo of a sigh*
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um hi guys :)
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doar
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just a quick hello to Mr. Reals and the Oregon Trail master.
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heyza bro. i heard the call from deep within the blue and was happy to find the source was you. folding laundry's what i've got to do. so with a poof i'll exeunt this watery hue.
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Oh my....he said 'exuent'....Oh My.. whatever shall we do with this guy? :)
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um_hi..... erm..... uh...... doh!!! .
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um_hi, deffuv uhroze. feeling swankidoo today are we? well i wholeheartedly approve! me and misstree are heading out to the columbia gorge wilderness to camp for the weekend! w00h00!!! wish us much fun and less poison oak...
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have fun you crazy kids!
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mystical, wonderful, magical, GLORIOUS!! what an amazing place; what an amazing night it was. The moon turned the babbling brook into a deep river of light. The fire and air danced a sparkly smoldering tango, whilest I became distinctly appreciative of my opposable thumbs. The tree played doctor and chef, whilest I played firegod, drums, and the harmonica. Overwhelming suchness and beauty. *sighs*
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where'd you go um_hi? hiding? in jail? in the hospital? in a rut? in a hut? shacked up? stacked down? lost? confused? dazed? concussion? abducted by aliens? abducting aliens? joined a cult? formed a cult? deprogramming cult members? huh? huh? huh?
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At the time of the last post on this page, I was building a political group and a business. I was directing, producing, and creating television shows. I was ready for a change. Since then, I was fired from my job, and put together my first community event. Then, I got hired at a University, and now I am building a new business, obtaining my MBA, and working for the school. Thanks for asking, and sorry I've been away. I missed, you, blather_blue.
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what business are you going to do ? or is that not my business ? is it the "i" the "my" and the "me" business ? are you going to use skilled people and keep all the money to yourself ?
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you clearly don't know me or you wouldn't issue such baseless accusations. that you feel the need to spit poison at me and then expect me to fall over myself to "convince you" shows that you are a bit misguided. i appreciate that you value responsible business, and that you know that i do, too, otherwise you wouldn't have any inclination that i might be offended by what you wrote. however, don't waste my time with your unnecessary drama.
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miss you man...
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what's it to you?
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blather
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