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Blog Day 2011 Personal Philosophy

On Alter Egos.

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This is a hard topic for me. I don’t mean to sound pretentious or superior in any way, but I don’t think I have much of an alter ego. I try to live honestly and have one real personality, but I am going to try to take a hard and honest look at myself and extrapolate what I think to be my subtle changes in personality that can count for alter egos.

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First Meeting Me

When I first meet people I am usually pretty shy. I am cordial and introduce myself, but I don’t do much to lead the conversation. This is something I am trying to work on. I have often been told by people of people that people think I am quiet when they first meet me. That subsides pretty quickly after I get to know you because I can be quite the chatty Kathy.

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Drunk Me

This should not be a surprise to anyone, but I become a little more boisterous when I have had a few in me. My cheeks get red and I will be your best friend. I am so ready for anything. I haven’t made any real mistakes in this state. It’s just a fun vacation spot.

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Philospher Me

From the outside this is my most pretentious state. Everything is existential and the meaning of life is constantly questioned. Very few have had conversations with me in this form. This is one of my favorite states to be in. As Socrates said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” I couldn’t agree more. Before I go off the deep end with this I will move on.

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Nerd Me

Not that I am ever outside this state, but sometimes I get hit harder than others. Unless you are a fellow nerd, approach with caution because this can be a little overwhelming. If you were to pass by a conversation during one of these bouts you would immediately think virgin for life. Also, a very fun place to be.

These are all different parts of my personality they just become more apparent in certain environments. I am basically the Multiple Man.

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Blog Day 2011 Personal

On Childhood.

So, this was actually my topic. It was more wordy than the others apparently. The full length topic was “When someone mentions childhood, what one memory pops into your head. Explain in detail.” Which is exactly what I plan on doing.

I actually had my memory in mind when I wrote this topic. A vague idea, but an idea none the less.

Far and away this is what my mind wanders to when I think of my childhood. It is the one untarnished, perfect memory of when I was a child. This is when my cousins from wisconsin stayed with my aunt for a summer when their house was being built. To give an idea of why this was awesome we must first start with geography. On sunny Rustic Lane lives a good chunk of the Gyure family (At one time or another most have moved away). We have my house, and then right next door lives my Uncle and my four cousins, Kayleigh, Stephanie, Siena, and Myles. Not to far down the street lives my Aunt and two cousins, Ryan and Allison. Finally, next door to her is my Auntie Jan followed by my Grandma who lives one street over. That is a high concentration of family in a small area.

So my cousins, Tim, Jay, Eric, and Brian, from New York who were moving to Wisconsin were having their new house built and needed a place to stay during that. They decided to crash at my Auntie Jan’s. That started the best summer ever.

At any given time we had at least five people who were up for hanging out. On top of that we had a big trampoline, a Super Nintendo, and a pool at our disposal. Did we need anything else? (The answer is no). Almost every day that it wasn’t raining we would jump on the trampoline until we were all gross and sweaty and would go right next door to go swimming. We played all kind of stupid games in their too, like shark and *super powers. When night fell we played some of the most intense games of Ghost in the Graveyard and Sardines I can remember. We used the “short cut” which was a path between my house and my aunts house. At night it was the spookiest and covered so much land. Surprisingly, we actually found people and will go down as the most epic games of Ghost in the Graveyard ever. We also covered all the windows in my Aunt’s basement and played it down there on rainy days which made the whole basement pitch black. This was less of a game and more of a scare the living bajeezes out of everyone while bumping into walls and columns.

All this fun on top of the occasional back yard campout, frequent sleep overs, and lots of Super Nintendo left me in a constant state of content. I am probably looking at this through a bit of rose tinted glasses, but I wouldn’t trade these memories for all the money in the world.

 

*Super powers was when would each choose a super power and would fake fight with them. It was actually a lot of fun. Most of our powers came from video games such as Street Fighter II and Mega Man. Pure, unadulterated, imagination.

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Blog Day 2011 Personal

On Funniest Moments.

This topic is actually kind of hard. Not because there isn’t funny moments to remember, there are plenty. The problem is that it is the way that the brain works. It’s a branching system, at least for me. The memories have to be shook out, one topic leads to another and then another, and so forth. So, begrudgingly, for now I am left with the funniest moment in recent memory. Maybe it will even shake some funnier memories out as I go along.

The last time I can remember laughing so hard that I couldn’t breath (the best kind of laughing) would be when a group a group of friends and I were having a fancy party (everyone dresses in fancy clothes and eats fancy horsey dovures [Hors d’œuvres]). During this event a friend and I we were doing something not so befitting of citizens of the upper echelon of society (that’s a lot of of’s). We were parting in the not so ancient tradition of drinking Four Loko (before the energy was taken out). As the night got on, so did the drinking, and so to did the loss of control.

In improv, there is a game called 185. The object of such game is that you have a topic, say telephones. You are to step forward and say “185 telephones walk into a bar…” then say a cheesy or clever (almost never clever) punch line. Well, my friend was already pretty gone (to be honest so was I) and he starts talking about 185. He then proceeds to say the best 185 I have heard.

“185 shopkeepers walk into a shop.”

“Am I right?”

The sheer nonsense of the statements combined with my newly inebriated state lead to a great fit of laughter. This was repeated through my circle of friends for the next couple of days. Thus my funniest moment in recent memory. If it sounds not as funny to read, it’s probably not, but trust me. It was good.

I have a sound-byte of it recorded in my first “Week in Video” so see if you can spot it.