Saturday, December 18, 2004 

Merry Christmas?

Christmas is supposed to be the most selfless holiday there is (well technically that should be Easter for the Christianly inclined I think, but bare with me). We have movies like It's a Wonderful Life and books and other tales in the vein of A Christmas Carol. The recurring theme in most of these holiday tales is reaching out and helping others before looking out for yourself. Jimmy Stewart actually contemplates killing himself in a desperate attempt to help his business and family with a debt.

The holidays are supposed to make everyone come together, cherish what they have, and help those around them in whatever way they see fit. Why is it then that everyone seems to be just as self-absorbed this month as any other in the year? Is Christmas Spirit dead, or is the idea too romanticized to begin with? I wish everyone would just lose the focus off themselves for awhile (myself included) and support the ones around them that they care about.

I think these holiday tales are half the reason why I enjoy the season. Christmas and New Year's is a time when it seems anything is possible; the one time of the year it's generally acceptable to set your hopes ridiculously high in the hopes of a Christmas miracle. Too bad life isn't more like a holiday movie sometimes. George Bailey - a lovable goofy guy who only wants to travel the world. And at the same time, he throws away his dreams time and time again to help the people around him. He ends up having a terrible life, one that he never wanted to have... you think the poor guy is about to jump off a bridge and BAM! - Christmas miracle, and all of a sudden he has a wonderful life after all. Unrealistic? Maybe. I don't care though, I love it, and it's Christmas, so that's perfectly acceptable.


I wish I had the right words for my friends sometimes. I have a hard time accepting this notion that sometimes there aren't any right words and sometimes the only way to help people is to let them help themselves. Then there's the other friends that you know only they can help themselves, but you just want to grab and hold (or shake) them and say "Things are going to work out for you the way they should, you will have equilbrium!" But you can't say that, because they have to want and believe that before it does any good.

Like I said last time, my last entry never got posted becase my silly computer restarted (Thanks Service Pack 2) Well anyway, I had listed a couple things off my "Life List" I created a few years ago, so I think I'll share some of those every now and then, if for no other reason then to motivate myself to do them.

#7 - Give Skiing a Shot
#25 - Make More People Happy

(Funny how I put skiing before making others happy.... substantially so. I blame the randomness of the way my mind works)

Sometimes I wish that I could change
I cant save you from my poor brain

Maybe I will write more later, I'm missing a great episode of Futurama (the first Santa one with John Goodman).


-C.W. Spring







Thursday, December 16, 2004 

im so pissed...

i wrote a a big long entry. it was friggin huge. i tackled life, love, and the pursuit of everything happy i have always wanted. i listed things off of my life list that i have always wanted to do before i die but up until now i have not... and i go to the bathroom to pee before posting it and my computer restarts becuase i have ne automatic updates designed to keep me safe


AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

maybe those tings will get posted again later, but i dont possibility have the time or energy to list them again. stupid livejournal.

-C.W. Spring

Wednesday, December 15, 2004 

*sigh*

I am a new day rising
I'm a brand new sky
to hang the stars upon tonight
I am a little divided
do I stay or run away
and leave it all behind?

Why not leave it all behind? More and more I feel shackled, like somehow, something is keeping me from being free. Yet at the same time, I probably have more independence now than I ever have before. Maybe I'm just a whiny bitch and have a small case of cabin fever.... maybe I have something of extraordinary genius to offer the world and I'm too scared to let it out. Maybe I'm scared that if I try to change the world for the better and fail, then my faith in humanity will be totally lost.

Corey becomes aware anyone reading what he's writing now doesn't have a damn clue what he's talking about

When I was in high school the adults around me told me that those would be the best years of my life. While my high school career was fun and I felt like I ruled the school, the notion that it would be the best time in my life frightened me. Of course now that I'm in college, I have to wonder:

Are these the best years of my life?

My first inclination when asking myself this question is "Good God I hope not" Again, not to say that college hasn't been a good time, because it has. But if I look back on my life when I'm 75 and say "Damn those were the best years of my life," then I will have been a huge failure and might not as well have lived so long to begin with. What good is a long life without any sort of purpose or meaningful impact on the world? Do I really want to have a 9-5 job for the next 40 years and then at my retirement party say "Well, it's been a hell of a run, but I gotta say the best time of my life has been without a doubt getting drunk and (poorly) singing "Scotty Doesn't Know" If that's how it ends, Lord, take me now in my prime.

Maybe I'm looking at it all wrong. I could just as easily say that my life has been getting exponentially better since about the time I turned 16. I find it strangely funny that if you trace most of my happiness back, it all leads back to a cold night in February when the old man came home drunk and slugged me one. More accurately, maybe my happiness stems from the only subsequent beating I have given someone that is 6'2'' and three times my body weight. Funny how life works.

I'm rambling. I guess that's ok though. This journal is for me, I just leave it lying around for you in case you ever wanted to pick it up and peer into my head a little and see that I have thoughts and feelings that extend beyond SNL references, too.

-C.W. Spring

Monday, December 13, 2004 

If my temperature is 95 degress, WHY AM I SO WARM?!

So I took a nap this evening (because I love screwing up my sleeping patterns) and I woke up and BLAMMO! Corey wakes up sick as a dog.

Sweet...


I hate getting sick... not to say that anyone likes it, but more often than not I usually end up in the hospital before I get better. Whatever, I like to think by now my body knows if it doesn't get better I'm going to get incredibly pissed off at it and throw every kind of harmful substance I can at it just for sheer punishment.

So there was that thing with Dimebag earlier this week... man, that was just bad on so many different levels. A lot of the venues in Columbus have stepped up their security though, which is genereally good. Me and Latimer went to do interviews at the Sevendust show over at the Newport and they were much stricter about our access, and Latimer also noted that they were wanding people coming in through the front door. Is it all necessary? No, probably not; the thing with Dimebag was a freak incident. However, if stepped up security measures makes fans, and more importantly the bands feel safer and more comfortable about playing a show in Columbus. One deranged jackass should not effect the course of rock music in Columbus, Ohio, and it would be an incredible shame if it did.

Then there was a lot of other stuff this weekend. Some of it bad, some of it unnecessary, some weird, and one or two things in particular (possibly) really cool. However I'm not going to write about any of those thing here, my own personal notepad probably, but not here.

So it's starting to sink in to me that Christmas is coming up fast and so is New Year's. I'll probably go home after this week to see the family and the other people from "Da Bridge" who keep bugging me to come home. If I remember right, Kim is having some sort of dinner party on the 22nd I think. I like dinner parties... they give me an excuse to dress up in nicer clothes for a change of pace.

Then there's New Year's Eve...every year up until now I have always looked forward to that night. For awhile this year I had been sulking and dreading that day becuase of the other significance that the day holds, one that would not be celebrated this time around. Well like I said, that was awhile ago, and now I'm kind of looking forward to it. One day, one night, when all your indiscretions and faults and goals that you never acheived are forgiven by the world and wiped clean. The Etch-a-Sketch gets shaken up, the reset button on the Nintendo gets pushed in, at school you are given a fresh quarter (a quarter who knows nothing of how you ever performed before it), and you are encouraged to set and acheive a new set of goals all over again

Pertinent lyrics time-

Next year, things are gonna change
Gonna drink less beer, and start all over again
Gonna read more books, gonna keep up with the news
Gonna learn how to cook, spend less money on shoes
I
ll pay my bills on time,and file my mail away, everyday
Only drink the finest wine,and call my Gran every Sunday

Resolutions, baby they come and go
Will I do any of these things? The answers probably no
If theres one thing I must do, despite my greatest fears
Im gonna say to you, how I felt all of these years
Next Year
Next Year

Definitely spending New Year's in cbus this year,it just makes sense really. Cambridge is a nice place to visit and raise a family, but when you are a college student on a night you want to make a fresh start on everything, I think I'd like to be in a city that isn't 20 years behind the rest of the country.

Well it's after 6am... and I'm still up. This makes sense because, oh yea, it makes no sense.

Corey "Go ahead, make your jokes, Mr. Jokey... Joke-maker" Spring

Sunday, December 12, 2004 

ahh

I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesnt thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you

thats all i've got to say about that


-cw

Thursday, December 09, 2004 

weird

And so through another odd turn of events, I again cheated death today. I'll explain later, for now, too tired and wierded out to write about it

-cw

Tuesday, December 07, 2004 

Things I Hate / Things I Don't

Here are two impartial lists I have created, I invite you to do the same in your spare time.



An Incomplete List of the Things I Hate

Cranberry Juice

John Glenn (Yeah he went into space, but as a normal person, he's a douche)

Office Politics

Teenage / Young Adult Drama

Candy Bars with Nuts in Them

The Old Miser in the movie It's a Wonderful Life


Myself When I am Mean to Others

Being Treated Like an Encyclopedia More Than a Friend

Self Absorbed People

Myself When Acting Like a Said Self Absorbed Person

Always Losing My Phone Charger

The Fact That I (and others like me) Can Be So Totally Reliant on a Stupid Cellphone to Begin With

Terrible Covers of Good Songs

Professor Joey Pigg's English Essays

Close Minded Republicans AND Democrats That Are Completely Ignorant of What Their Party Stands for and Why They Belong to It in the First Place

The Fact That There Will Never Be Another Chris Farley, John Candy, or John Belushi Movie

That Back to the Future 3 Ends with a Really Profound Quote ("Your future hasn't been written yet, no one's has. Your future is whatever you make it... so make it a good one") and then proceeds to have a ridiculous flying steam powered train close out the movie

My Father


An Incomplete List of the Things I Love

Sunny Delight

Jack Black

Office Pranks (Changing the color of all the paper in the printer to pink is my favorite)

Teenage / Young Adult Love (Because of it's passion, not because of the sense it makes... because often it doesnt at all. But then again, I like that too sometimes)

Reese's Peices

Jimmy Stewart in It's a Wonderful Life ...and any other movie for that matter.

Myself When I Actually Accomplish My Goals

Remembering People's Birthdays

Being Treated As a Friend Rather Than a Clown All the Time

People That Do Selfless and Randomly Good Things Just Because it Feels Right

Me When I'm Like That

My Scotty Doesnt Know Ringtone If I Ever Find My Charger

Having a few people in my life I can depend on when I need them

Good Covers of Good Songs

Professor Matt Eastin's Communication Theory Applied in Reality Assignments

People That Know What They Believe In and Stand Up for It

The Fact That There Hasn't Been a Popular Pauley Shore Movie in Years

Movies Where People Are Given a Second Chance to Fix Their Screwups

My Mother



Monday, December 06, 2004 

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-cw

Sunday, December 05, 2004 

What do the cards have in store for you?

What did you do on your Saturday night?

Among other things, I read tarot cards into the wee hours of the morning with Adrienne.

I'm not really sure why I picked them up on the way out of the bookstore, I figured it amuse me, since I've never really believed a whole lot in things of that nature.

I was not amused, I was freaked the fuck out.

I'm not going to really get into specifics, but suffice it to say, whether you believe in these things or not, they can provide "a completely unbiased view" on your perspective for your life, love, career...etc.

Stop by sometime and we'll see what these little guys say about you

Corey "Oh you mean Shenanigan's?" Spring

Wednesday, December 01, 2004 

Not the Smartest Night

I've made some really intelligent decisions before....

Last night was not one of them.

Went to Nyoh's at the early hour of 12. Saving aside the fact that I'm not a huge Nyoh's Tues. night fan (since I know....no country music....) and that it's always hella crowded, I also had a final exam in my journalism class at 9.30am

Well in my infinite logic and wisdom I went out and stayed out til about 3ish, and didnt actually go to bed around 5. Being completely drunk at around this time, I reasoned that I would obviously wake up in plenty of time for my 9.30 if I opened the blinds and windows before I went to sleep. That way a blast of light and cold air would wake me up with time to spare.

Your body is a funny thing when you've been drinking, though.

i received a phone call at about 9.30 or 10 from my friend ashley that woke me up. I don't remember what we talked about, yet I do remember going right back to sleep after that call. When I awoke again, it was in a fit of terror because I had missed my final exam.

Oh yea, it was freezing ass cold too from the bright idea I had to open the windows earlier.

Well anyways, I have to take that class over now, because it just became impossible for me to get the B I needed in it for my major.

On the bright side, I got to see some of my friends and I'm starting to remember how single people act again.


So yea, screw it, I'd do it again.


Corey "I don't want a large Farva" Spring

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  • From Columbus, Ohio, United States
  • I'm a senior at Ohio State in Interactive Communications. I used to want to work in broadcasting right out of college, however, I've recently decided to throw that life plan on the backburner and focus on the greatest ambition I listed in my high school yearbook: "To change the world for the better." Broadcasting can wait for me.
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