tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50517362011-04-21T22:58:11.198-04:00A semi-regular accounting of Christopher J. ArndtChris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-26276183100627685362007-12-28T23:58:00.000-05:002007-12-29T00:08:05.440-05:00

Obtain diploma and hold it in face of enemies (I don't have enemies).Get in fiscal black and stay there.Buy a house (cheaper than renting an apartment).Of course have job/career with sufficient income to do the above.Save grandma's farm.Purchase a handgun sufficient to kill a man easily and carry in the rare chance I need to visit crime city and conceal my carry. (I do not want to a kill a man,

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-16999790568726183192007-08-28T18:37:00.000-04:002007-08-28T18:50:11.244-04:00

I woke up at approximately 7:15 AM.I passed up the opportunity around 4 PM or 3 PM to see a lunar eclipse but I needed my strength.I was behind schedule all day for a variety of reasons but I made every class on time.MC 374 has a young professor, a recent graduate of his last degree. He is new to James Madison College yet seems like an apt replacement for the Professor Hoekstra.My HST 360 course

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-73325124771520797502007-08-28T18:33:00.001-04:002007-08-28T18:34:07.695-04:00

A dangerous feeling to have at this time.One more than slightly tinged with arrogance.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-80199928180403859682007-08-28T13:36:00.000-04:002007-08-28T13:38:05.600-04:00

Everyone else started school yesterday, at least at University.Today: I start.I hope this will be my last semester here.Only the good Lord knows if I do Law school. Right now I do not want to know but only one can see the future and that one isn't me.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1157040623847048772006-08-31T11:21:00.000-04:002006-08-31T12:10:23.930-04:00

To assist in my new position with the Leadership Institute I have received a laptop computer.It currently is the property of the Institute but after I create ten campus-based student organizations for the company the machine will no longer be something that is merely requisitioned to me nor assigned to me; I will be entitled to the computer. It will be mine. Thus after my employment is

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1151973400020611062006-07-03T20:36:00.000-04:002006-07-03T20:36:40.030-04:00

She never came back.I don't feel bad about that.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1150391313593446172006-06-15T12:36:00.000-04:002006-06-15T13:08:33.616-04:00

This would be more apropriate if the blog were still called "Living Expanses" rather than "Misspent Youth".... then it would seem less pathetic.I am sitting in the library performing data entry work, presumably for money, and this cute blonde in a somewhat revealing... what is it, a strapless blouse?... It's not a tube top. The top was revealing to an extent. Is going through the library

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1122854745052785782005-07-31T20:05:00.000-04:002005-07-31T20:05:45.056-04:00

I believe that the Michigan Republican Party has hired me.Training begins Monday.more later....

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1121743191663818092005-07-18T23:14:00.000-04:002005-07-18T23:19:51.666-04:00

MugabeHe's evil.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1094766976673318672004-09-09T17:55:00.000-04:002004-09-09T17:56:16.673-04:00

I've been absorbing Mac radiation for approx. five hours now.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1094144072040274832004-09-02T12:51:00.000-04:002004-09-02T12:54:32.040-04:00

The room that the class is in is hard to find. The numbering system used for rooms in the Comm Arts Bldg has no actual rhyme or reason. At least there isn't enough of one or the other to find Room 134A easily or more importantly to find the room instinctively from the front/main entrance.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1074290149642816562004-01-16T16:55:00.000-05:002004-01-16T16:57:42.263-05:00

Another day, another day I die.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1070942394080142522003-12-08T22:59:00.000-05:002003-12-08T23:02:21.326-05:00

is God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen I first learned it (I don't know) when my father died. I learned it very quickly and it's not a hard song to learn. It holds meaning to me. It means something to me because of the timing of it all. I associate it with a time when I was wounded and confused. It was a time when I knew what was happening but how I should deal with what was happening. It was a

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1070908171619929712003-12-08T13:29:00.000-05:002003-12-08T13:30:33.030-05:00

Today was my first and last exam for this semester! At 9:20 AM I was finished. Now I am free. Thank God. Thank the Lord. Now to get some money!

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1070434957070561282003-12-03T02:02:00.000-05:002003-12-03T02:03:31.700-05:00

Wake up at 7:40. 9:40. 12:22. Get up at 12:30? I meant to wake at 6:30 AM and get up ten minutes afterward. I got up in the afternoon. I wasted my morning and it vanished. The rest of the day just got wasted somewhere. I feel like death swirling in a pot. Liquid poured into a crusty mold. I have a headache; I haven't eaten since three in the afternoon; I have stuff due Thursday and at 5

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1068564719384146272003-11-11T10:31:00.000-05:002003-11-11T10:32:24.296-05:00

every Tuesday and Thursday I have CSE 101. It starts at 8 AM. I am de facto behind in the class because I don't arrive on time every day and don't truly bother to do the work in class. That means I'm doing the work later in the day. That's fairly stupid. It's consuming time that it doesn't have to. I don't care for that reality. Especially since I have a sinking feeling that I could have

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-106754878985005722003-10-30T16:19:00.000-05:002003-10-30T16:19:59.496-05:00

Actually... it wasn't truly a ladybug. About an hour ago I was walking down dormitory road (I think) between Giltner and the Biological Science building when I saw this girl dressed like a ladybug for Halloween. Living on a farm this time of year I hate ladybugs. They're everywhere now! They bug the crap out of me. So I just stopped and stared at this giant ladybug. What I thought of doing

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1067370236353516522003-10-28T14:43:00.001-05:002003-10-28T14:44:02.860-05:00

successfully! Imagine! They finally generated a help protocol in the Support section.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1067370186524823832003-10-28T14:43:00.000-05:002003-10-28T14:43:13.043-05:00

I can do titles?

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1066023249868345682003-10-13T01:34:00.000-04:002003-10-13T01:45:07.953-04:00

regarding Oct 10. 2003 I finally aroused myself fully.... when? Around noon or so is when I fully awoke and ate breakfast. I believe that I reheated some meatloaf and ate some other debris lying around. At around 1 (I believe) my friend Ben (ex-roommate, and still church intern) called and recruited me to pick up students on campus so they can get to the church and get on the bus for the Fall

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1066022034359180012003-10-13T01:13:00.000-04:002003-10-13T01:45:29.173-04:00

regarding Oct 9 , 2003 Thursday was a day misspent. The evening was excellent. All I truly care to tell is that my 5-year-old nephew, Ethan, was at my home for a sleepover at his Grandma's. (For those used to less complicated family structures, my nephew is my brother's son, making the child my mother's grandson). Mom picked him up at my brother's house and they ate out. When they got (to

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1064555921812324362003-09-26T01:58:00.000-04:002003-10-13T01:02:24.190-04:00

It's 1:14 AM on Friday. We are 1 hour into a new day. We are more than an hour into a new day. The new day isn't so different from the old one. The difference between Thursday and Friday is reduced to one hour's difference. What difference can an hour makw. Primarily the difference is symbolic. Because it is a new day the expectations are different. Whatever was left undone on the old day

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1064301535213331252003-09-23T03:18:00.000-04:002003-09-23T03:18:54.606-04:00

The beginning and middle of my day. I hated most of my day; I'd rather not speak of it. I went to Bible Study. We were discussing more declarations of the Chris and we were on Lazurus. Allison baked chocolate chip cookies and she attempted to foist the bag on one of us. So I took the bag. I went to Lynn and Steph's room. Katie B was there and I talked with them and shared some delicious

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-1057080131289653632003-07-01T13:22:00.000-04:002003-07-01T13:22:11.266-04:00

Huh?

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-957641122003-06-17T15:33:00.000-04:002003-06-17T15:33:35.996-04:00

Oh when's the last time I updated? Oh when? A looooonnnng time ago?

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-934367262003-04-28T21:53:00.000-04:002003-04-28T21:53:03.300-04:00

I realize that the time I have to stay here is no longer determined by some date and time that I will be tested by. I know that the time I leave is solely dependent on when I complete what it is that I have to do.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-923392522003-04-10T00:41:00.000-04:002003-04-10T00:41:37.390-04:00

If some of the branches have been broken off, and you, though a wild olive shoot, have been grafted in among the others and now share in the nourishing sap from the olive root, do not boast over those branches. If you do, consider this: You do not support the root, but the root supports you. You will say then, "Branches were broken off so that I could be grafted in." Granted. But they were broken

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-921480392003-04-07T09:47:00.000-04:002003-04-07T09:47:27.436-04:00

I still feel awful.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-921382702003-04-07T05:06:00.000-04:002003-04-07T05:06:32.950-04:00

I feel awful.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-910465922003-03-20T02:57:00.000-05:002003-03-20T02:57:39.793-05:00

We are at war. I'd like to point out that we have reached and are engaging in a last resort, This is not an epic conflict nor a challenge to en evil empire or a dark rival. We do not face an impossible evil. This war is neccessary as a serious and tangible attempt to prevent harm from befalling ourselves. This war should be easy; it is an attempted conquest of a foe presumably weaker than us

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-899041032003-02-28T10:16:00.000-05:002003-02-28T10:16:12.513-05:00

I am not a malevolent force for good at this early in the morning.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051736.post-891370652003-02-15T04:41:00.000-05:002003-02-15T04:41:31.833-05:00

Another test post. Yippee.

Chris Arndtnoreply@blogger.com