And other things.
Hammurabi's for my etymology paper. The other things are for my friends. It's mygenius fault, really. I REALLY want to make a parallel between the hit show Friends and my, well, friends. But we soon realized that the pool of characters wasn't enough to cover all of our friends. So, we started collecting more characters from TV show, cartoons, movies, books. Maybe what we need is our own original series. Too bad we don't have an objective third person to use as a narration device. I, as challenged by one of the said friends, will simply serve as the writer for now (let's ignore all of my emotional, delusional. and hormonal baggage that all of my imaginary audience is familiar with from previous posts). Let's start off with the easy ones...
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Coach
Coach - Nick Kent if you're well-versed in the world of sports blogs - as I like to call him, has been a classmate-acquaintance-friend since...well, kindergarten. He's full of teams, players' stats, and allover sporty-ness that has the rest of us nerdy and less coordinated beings running for the hills. BUT his straight-forward demeanor when it comes to his classwork and lack of movie trivia knowledge does keep him around. He attempted to liken himself to Ray Romano, from Everybody Loves Raymond, because of the sports writer similarity after thinking of himself as Ross from Friends. The two of them combined would not even come close the lovable, old soul that is Coach.
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The Old Man and the Sea
The Old Man is another friend from the elementary school-verse of my life. And he definitely has the oldest soul I know (although the running joke is that I have the second oldest soul in our dysfunctional little group). But behind the gasping chuckle and relaxed pace of speech is the most generous and easy-going person I know. Not to be cheesy or anything. The Old Man is always willing to pull out his wallet or lend some power tools to his friends in need. Perhaps this is what attracted the Girlfriend of the Old Man. I would not necessarily call her the Old Woman though - as she does not have the female equivalent of the Old Man's mannerisms. She is lovely, visits frequently, and has a wonderful laugh.
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At this point, I will continue along with identity-preserving trend of nicknames. However, let it be known that the above two are actually called (by me) their respective nicknames. And I am the only one to call them that. Continuing on with people who are in my physical surroundings at present:
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The Animated One
The Previous Love Interest - but let's not call him that as it would be a). biased and b). awkward for you, me, and him. He shall be the Momma's Boy (read: that is much more hurtful in real life, but seeing as this blog is an extension of my mind - what I say makes sense it to me. Plus, I've brought it up with him before). Don't get caught up in the name. He doesn't. In fact, most of his other characteristics would probably be better descriptions of him, but by calling him Momma's Boy, it makes us look past his Momma's boy-ness. Alright, I'm too much of a wuss. In case this is ever read by someone I know or one of my friends that I have mentioned or will mention, I will change Momma's Boy to The Animated One. Before I even get to his actual characteristics, you now know three things about him: the fact that I have a weird history with him, his parental unit's attachment to him, and his abundance in energy. After a while (read: working out any weirdness between us and letting it fester for said while), I've discovered that he is wonderfully full of energy and noise and singing and humming and jokes and funny voices. Just don't take him out of his comfort zone. Or put anything new into his comfort zone. You're risking the chance of a lot of complaining and general sourness.
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SO LAZY. THIS WILL BE CONTINUED. NOT EVEN CHECKING MY GRAMMAR HERE.
Hammurabi's for my etymology paper. The other things are for my friends. It's my
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Coach
Coach - Nick Kent if you're well-versed in the world of sports blogs - as I like to call him, has been a classmate-acquaintance-friend since...well, kindergarten. He's full of teams, players' stats, and allover sporty-ness that has the rest of us nerdy and less coordinated beings running for the hills. BUT his straight-forward demeanor when it comes to his classwork and lack of movie trivia knowledge does keep him around. He attempted to liken himself to Ray Romano, from Everybody Loves Raymond, because of the sports writer similarity after thinking of himself as Ross from Friends. The two of them combined would not even come close the lovable, old soul that is Coach.
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The Old Man and the Sea
The Old Man is another friend from the elementary school-verse of my life. And he definitely has the oldest soul I know (although the running joke is that I have the second oldest soul in our dysfunctional little group). But behind the gasping chuckle and relaxed pace of speech is the most generous and easy-going person I know. Not to be cheesy or anything. The Old Man is always willing to pull out his wallet or lend some power tools to his friends in need. Perhaps this is what attracted the Girlfriend of the Old Man. I would not necessarily call her the Old Woman though - as she does not have the female equivalent of the Old Man's mannerisms. She is lovely, visits frequently, and has a wonderful laugh.
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At this point, I will continue along with identity-preserving trend of nicknames. However, let it be known that the above two are actually called (by me) their respective nicknames. And I am the only one to call them that. Continuing on with people who are in my physical surroundings at present:
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The Animated One
The Previous Love Interest - but let's not call him that as it would be a). biased and b). awkward for you, me, and him. He shall be the Momma's Boy (read: that is much more hurtful in real life, but seeing as this blog is an extension of my mind - what I say makes sense it to me. Plus, I've brought it up with him before). Don't get caught up in the name. He doesn't. In fact, most of his other characteristics would probably be better descriptions of him, but by calling him Momma's Boy, it makes us look past his Momma's boy-ness. Alright, I'm too much of a wuss. In case this is ever read by someone I know or one of my friends that I have mentioned or will mention, I will change Momma's Boy to The Animated One. Before I even get to his actual characteristics, you now know three things about him: the fact that I have a weird history with him, his parental unit's attachment to him, and his abundance in energy. After a while (read: working out any weirdness between us and letting it fester for said while), I've discovered that he is wonderfully full of energy and noise and singing and humming and jokes and funny voices. Just don't take him out of his comfort zone. Or put anything new into his comfort zone. You're risking the chance of a lot of complaining and general sourness.
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SO LAZY. THIS WILL BE CONTINUED. NOT EVEN CHECKING MY GRAMMAR HERE.
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