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Name: El Setho
Birthday: 9/8/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Guitars, techie stuff, ballroom and LATIN! dancing, being toxic, reading books in general, listening to much much loverly music, riding my bike anywhere and everywhere, acting on stage, singing anything at anytime anywhere, designing things in Photoshop occassionally, doing my best not to think too much, watching old musicals, ice skating, writing some more stories, poke and highlighter wars, being utterly random, running when I can, collegeing, trying to lend an ear to all who need it and being all that I can be to the best of my ability, in addition to just loving my God, because he's awesome like that.
Expertise: Maybe I'll find out someday...I like to think that it's music.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  keepfishin1414
Member Since:
6/12/2003
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| Okay, so after thinking this through for a while, I have determined to abandon this site. There are several reasons behind this and, believe me, none of them are terribly deep and/or introverted.
First of all, I don't really check it or update it that often. Sure, occasionally, it can be good to log on and see what a select few people are doing at college or home or school or whatever, but all in all, this site isn't a resource or social network that I find myself using that often.
Secondly, the number of users who I actually keep in touch with has dwindled to a nearly non-existent number as of late and I'd prefer to use other means to keep in contact with these people, regardless of the fact that most of them may be Facebook or e-mail or IM. Phone calls do happen to.
Those are the main reasons. I could sit here and type out extensive reasonings and rationales as to why this is ending, but frankly, I doubt it's worth my time or your time for me to type this and you to read it. It's been a good 4 years or so that this site has been running for; a lot has happened since the summer of 2003...a LOT. We've all moved from high school to college (well, most of us  ), fallen in and out of love, made and lost friends, grown, gained weight, lost weight, learned to dance, become more responsible, tried more drugs and alcohol and done a bajillion other things that make us wonder how on earth we've become the people that we have since this site first started.
As for me personally, this is kind of a mental/emotional transition into a more maturing me, which is incredibly weird to think about. I will NEVER grow up inside, but there are some things that signal changes in our lives...and I guess this is another one for me. I'll be heading over to London this coming spring from January to May to study and work over there for a few months. So feel free to call and IM and Facebook me to death, I suppose.
*shrugs* That's it, I guess. Thanks for reading this and "supporting" me throughout the years. Goodbye Xanga. Thanks for 1563 days of good times. 
*walks off stage right*
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| Maybe I should shut this site down...
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| It may sound ridiculous, but one of my biggest goals this year is to stay out of college drama.
I will be an ear, nothing more.
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| It's been a while since I posted lyrics, so...yeah, these seem to fit.
I wish you could see me now
I wish I could show you how
I'm not who I was
I used to be mad at you
A little on the hurt side too
But I'm not who I was
I found my way around
To forgiving you
Some time ago
But I never got to tell you so
I found us in a photograph
I saw me and I had to laugh
You know, I'm not who I was
You were there, you were right above me
And I wonder if you ever loved me
Just for who I was
When the pain came back again
Like a bitter friend
It was all that I could do
To keep myself from blaming you
I reckon it's a funny thing
I figured out I can sing
Now I'm not who I was
I write about love and such
Maybe 'cause I want it so much
I'm not who I was
I was thinking maybe I
I should let you know
I am not the same
But I never did forget your name
Hello
Well the thing I find most amazing
In amazing grace
Is the chance to give it out
Maybe that's what love is all about
I wish you could see me now
I wish I could show you how
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| It seems like every time that a decision needs to be made in my life that will, in some way, signify my growing independence, my parents try to use their "greater life experience" and get me to go the opposite direction in which I am trying to go.
This coming semester, I am scheduled to take 17 credits. It's still 5 classes, but two of them are 4 credit classes, while the rest are 3 credit classes (3x3=9; 4x2=8; 9+8=17). Last semester was a little difficult because I took two 4-credit classes, but I handled things well enough and managed to come out with a lowly 3.733. Evidently, my parents think that by taking 2 more credits, I'm going to spontaneously combust and break down every 3 days because the workload will consume me.
Next year, I am planning on doing the news program and/or the sports program on Ithaca College Television (ICTV) in addition to this. I'm also planning on dropping everything else so that I can do this. At college, you can socialize at 11 at night. However, my parents think that they know me and my limits better than I know both of the aforementioned parts of my life and have now suggested 3 times that I "strongly reconsider" taking this many credits next semester.
I also wanted a car this coming year so that I could do more news stories out in the community...and so that I can drive around town when my friends and I want to go out...and drive myself home from college...and drive myself to work every morning instead of waking my mom up at 5:30 to drive me in. Their rationale: it's going to sit there for 6 months while you're in London and you'll be paying insurance on something you don't use, so no, you don't get a car.
At Rich's birthday party, I called my parents at Rich's and told them I'd be coming home around 12 or 12:30. Their rationale: there are too many drunk drivers on the road at that time of night. Come home at 11:30 and there will be a huge difference, so no, you can't stay out past 11:30.
They must be involved in some part of my life and not allow me to take hold of my own life on a gradual basis. They need to have hold of some part of my school life, my social life and my personal life.
NO. I DO NOT NEED YOU TO HOLD MY HAND. Be there by the phone if I need you. I know you want what's best for me, but letting me do this on my own and figure out my own damn limits would be better. Trust me for once this year. Please.
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