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I have a livejournal. This totally slipped my mind. I searched myself on google, to see how many things I have abandoned and this was one of them. I am also contribute to a Microbiology journal and am president of the Arabic-Hellenic Relations committee. Those last two things really slipped my mind.
But yeah, I read some of my old things, and boy was I naive. I'm not all that sharp now, but I hope I have matured a bit.
Well, I doubt I'll update on this. Maybe more than once a year.

http://tedstavridis.blogspot.com

* Skipping school to upload music proves where your dedication lies.

* People that were unimpressed with The Pulse will surely eat their pants with the next album, since the songs are very different.

* The Great Dictator is perhaps the finest comedy ever made.

* I will be out of Grand Blanc in August.

* Zak is lucky. But in retrospect, seeing them play a long set twice is also pretty swell.

* I believe that life is just a blessed coincidence and that we should live life knowing this.

* Girls on Myspace who post "sex facts" and pictures of pez dispensers hiding their nipples are obviously permiscious women and should stop promoting their looseness to everybody and should at least remember that the whole concept of sex is that you should go through puberty before you have it. Attention Loose Children remember that it is you who kill Myspace for good people such as myself.

* Bryan and I are having a hard time finding a name for the new album. Any ideas?

I need to write and I'm tired of holding back whatever thoughts come in my mind because it may not be "livejournal worthy." Livejournal in itself is highly misused and was highly misused by me. I'm tired of using it as a popularity contest, as a means to get attention via comments and the such. I just need a source to write. So that is what I'm going to do.

My record collection has really expanded. I need to continue posting on recordnerd.com; I've gotten rather lazy since my mother relocated my records to another room, so she could go in my closet into my attic. I had this dream that there was a flamingo in my attic and I had to save it by luring it down with an oversized fish. I have odd dreams.

Megan and I watched Saraband last night. It is the final Ingmar Bergman film and also a continuation of the relationship seen in Scenes of a Marriage. It was so emotionally tiresome. I felt like I had been beat with a baseball bat after I watched it. The most personal set of movies I have ever seen. It was great to be able to watch it with Megan. No one should watch movies like this alone; they are too exhausting.

Walking On Locusts by John Cale is a fantastic album. Very interesting on the ears and low-key.The song "Little Egypt" is with David Byrne and it's very good. Cale, Byrne, and soul singers. What more could somebody ask for.

I'm so glad I don't overlook albums that aren't an artist's best. Keeping an open mind and an open heart is the most awarding experience anyone can have in life.

Bryan and I writing some songs. I don't know what for but they are enjoyable.

I'm off to a meeting in Livingston County. The law, kids, the law.

My haircut is nice,

Teddy

Like a colony of ants tearing and feeding off a piece of cupcake, my mother is prying at me to get a haircut. I'm not going to, I'm worried that in fifty years I may be bald, so I might as well enjoy it now. No, I'm not going to go bald but the hair is staying anyway.

I was reading in The Believer today about this Asian photographer who is famous for taking pictures that make fruit sexual, face sensual, and bondage...normal. About the bondage he says something to the like (this is by memory,) "I tie up women's bodies because I can not tie up their hearts."

I found that quite odd and beautiful.

Although I am keeping my lazy cat tendencies, I have also become a hobby cat. I've been keeping four journals, each spewing out a different part of me like I am some kind of soda fountain. I am here with my more goofy self. I am on myspace with my more explanatory self. http://teddystavridis.blogspot.com/ holds the personal side of me. And well, my real journal holds my thoughts. It's odd, seperating myself into so many different pieces, seeing how intricate I really am. It's swell.

Oh, shucks, I've also been a hobby cat with trying to catalog my record collection on recordnerd.com. My name on there is stavridis, how odd. I'm about half way done, I think. But hopefully that will change soon. I'm hoping to extend my Harry Nilsson collection.

My fingers are cold, meaning that I should go to bed, sit on one hand and call Megan on the other. Because she warms me up. So does Garrett's belly, but I don't want to put my hand under that.

A feeling of happiness has never really been one to end or start my new year. Usually a feeling of boredom or intoxication (last year, Paul Doerr, a cabin, and a samurai sword?) but this year it was a feeling of happiness.

Everything has changed for me. Having someone to hold and to kiss and to eat with on New Years was fantastic. Although a possible fever was included, pajamas and Seinfeld in the new year was very welcomed.

This year already looks so promising. End of probation in four months or sooner; graduation in five months; end of work in the summer; Bryan and I writing music together that is unlike anything we previously have done and hoping to record it soon; a new school and a new town(s); and finally the ability to spend my whole year with the person I care about most.

The weekend was fantastic. The adventures and the relaxation that was had was great. The purchases were fantastic (if anyone is curious, I'd be glad to talk about it---hit me up through comments) and it was just a smile.

Last night was Bryan night. I would just like to showcase the beauty of talking to Bryan. Some people believe I'm making fun of him when I push him into the livejournal limelight. This is not true. I love this man, he is no neanderthal, he's just unshaven. I do this because when most people talk to Bryan, he is shy and his pure and sometimes unintentional comedy does not float into the conversation. But you know the guy for seven years and he lets loose.

This conversation took place Saturday morning at around 10:55

"Hey Man, what's up?" - Teddy
"Nothing. Nothing. Doing work for work." Bryan
"Oh. Cool." Teddy
"What day is it? Is it New Years?" Bryan
"Today is December 31st, tomorrow is January 1st." Teddy
"So tomorrow is New Years?" Bryan
"Yes. Yes it is." Teddy


This is one of last nights.
"I'm a computer guy. It requires too much work to get up and flip sides. I could sit back and just push a button."

Oh Bryan. He's a good guy. People should treat him to free soda for a good conversation.

Okay I'm off.

Wait, how could their be a post without mentioning Brown Street. The Pulse played wednesday at what I believe was the most fantastic show we've ever played at. It was wonderful seeing everybody and it was even more wonderful remembering it the next morning. I believe my feelings for Jack have been rekindled. Hanging out and listening to Pick Noerr, the Lewis and Clark Grizwalds, and Fuckin' Gnarly was a fantastic event. Who ate the pizza on the table?

It's almost Christmas.

Children are jittery with excitement and parents making sure they've hidden Santa's presents, in case of one last snoop. There is a generic idea that today is one of happiness, I'd like to believe that this is true. But I'm not that naive.
The idea of a family is what surrounds the Christmas tree but in many cases, the tree is quite lonely. There are families who have split, two Christmas trees, not twice as bright. There are over the phone wishes of merriment which aren't nearly as fantastic as a warm hug on a December morning. And somewhere a Mother is stressed because her older son is busy, her younger son is too demanding in his Batman pajamas asking for another pancake, and her husband is gone, dead, never to see her again and has left her with a family and the option to either pick up the pieces and glue it all back together, or to let it come undone.

Christmas is always a gloomy time for me, I see my family stress, but I see my Mom hurt. In retrospect, I feel bad and wish I could actually help, but I can do nothing for her. And it hurts me.

This Christmas, I can say has been the happiest I can remember. Because it's my turn to have somebody to give gifts and love to.

Life is really difficult, even days of happiness are filled with tears, and in the end of the day you might as well fake a smile because a fake smile might cause someone else to have a real one.

Merry Christmas,

Teddy

Here I am sitting at work on the most pointless wednesday of the year. There are about four other "pages" doing my job, so what am I doing...nothing. Do I mind it? Not really.
I think about all the things I could be doing, and all the places I could be and I yearn to be doing them and to be there. But why should I be complaining about getting paid to sit on the computer and read comics? I shouldn't, that's why I won't.

Break...I can smell it and it smells good.

What am I going to be doing? Fun with my little lady, perhaps. Witnessing boiterous good times at brown street if my band plays, perhaps. Working, no. Being at school, no. Community service, oh well.

On the eve of the week before the new year, I am very optimistic. 2006 is going to treat me good.

Things I have realized since I woke up this morning.

My "biological clock" is now set at six thirty.

The more I beg snow to come again "another day," the more it laughs and spits in my face.

I actually enjoy TLC's What Not To Wear and Ballroom Bootcamp.

Brett and Charles Nelson Riley from Match Game are on the latest version of Hollywood Squares.

Jack Schmier will one day take over the world with a talented and violent militia of Mr. Rogers look-a-likes.

Buttons are more fun than anything else.

I look damn good when I don't dress as a bum.

And Wholphin DVD quarterly is terrific.

Today is going to be the best day ever!

This previous weekend has been another incredible series of days in my life.
It really has.
A snow day brought me to the doorstep of my lovely miss, who escorted me through a series of journeys, and kept me warm with unescaping, beautiful hugs and delightful mugs of hot chocolate.
Cowboy shirts, silo sweaters, Bryan's records, and a mean lookin' jean jacket once were lost and now are found.
The soul and the body of the Rock and Roll Bass Guitar planted filling Mexican meals in me and my Little Lady's bellies, granting smiles to all.
And a hand in my palm replaced the area where the fist once graced.
Fantastic!

Today wasn't that great though. Stuck inside those four walls, in the correctional unit called High School. Writing your name on my paper like I was some eight year old school girl. I have this aching feeling in my stomach, which is either hunger or fear. Excited for thursday, giving an early Christmas present but it's too far away. I must hang my head high or it'll fall on the ground and might get scuffed.

Teddy...

The year is almost done with, and if I keep up my updating schedule, than the next time I'll update will be in the new year.
Oh, what a year this has been!
I'll divide the year into quarters and summarize each.
Quater One--- Tommy's Frogs and the ties that were bound because of the Frogs. Great experience, I had a lot of fun. Nick, Paul, Kiel and everyone else in the snow and the batmobile, cheers.
Quarter Two---Brown Street and a careless summer attitude. It was fun, but "Teddy For Real" became all too real. Favorite memories were all the times we were just relaxing.
Quarter Three- A mistake and the solitude it brought me. A mistake, meh, more of a blessing. It was horrible, but it stopped me from making more dangerous mistakes or putting on a belly. Also, it led me to come back to being the real me, and minding all the bullshit I currently became. It brought me to a great last quarter.
Quarter Four- Megan and I. I've never been this happy, and close to anybody. The rest of the year, in retrospect was nothing compared to everyday since I met her. I love you.

Maybe, If anyday in the other three quarters were different, if I didn't make mistakes, I wouldn't be where I am now. Happy. Cheers to Mistakes and the Blessings they bring.

Two Thousand and Six, Here We Come.

Oh dear friends! It sure has been quite awhile since we have digitally shared thoughts! Oh my!
At first, my faithful computer passed on and then, my internet decided to be difficult!
How I miss stupid quizzes and useful media facts! Fuck!

Anyways, I am fantastic! Received my license (always better the second time, wink wink nudge nudge poke poke)and have been spending a whole lot of time with a terrific lady (no, not Bryan's mother). I couldn't be happier, honestly.

If you haven't bought a Pulse CD, please do. I'm begging. We're short on cash.

Have you folks ever had each passing day top the last? Because that is what I am currently experiencing!