Below are the 10 most recent journal entries recorded in Chuck Morris' LiveJournal:

Wednesday, February 12th, 2003
7:20 pm	center> How ASIAN are you? Brought to you by the good folks at sacwriters.com. </center> I'm in a better mood today... and I'm not sick. I thought this quiz was pretty funny... so take a gander. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 11th, 2003
11:58 pm	More Grumpiness I had the "privilege" to play at KMEA this week. This was the biggest load of crap ever, considering that I had pretty much no audience for either the Trombone Choir or the Symphony Band. Furthermore, every time I looked around, it just became apparent to me how dumb most of music educators in this state are. I credit this mostly to the fact that you'd have to be an idiot in the first place to take a job where you're asked to do twice as much work for half the pay. Another thing that's really bothering me is the whole situation at the Fine Arts building. After nearly three years of dealing with Dale, I have realized that no one at UK actually cares about the students. If they did, maybe they would have given some attention to the fact that the trombone studio has had two graduates in the last five or six years. The studio here is falling fast, and I'm afraid that next year the situation may be quite pitiful. I tried to do something last spring semester by bringing it to the attention of Harry Clarke and Clary. All they basically did was have a talk with Dale with no follow-through. As if them ignoring the problem wasn't bad enough, they turned it around on me. Clary targeted ME as the problem in our studio when he called me in his office about my lack of effort in marching band. ME!!!!!!!! He targeted me, when all that has been done to me so far this year is being shafted out of all the top ensembles. All I have done so far at my stay here at Kentucky is take the back seat to other players. But have I raised my voice about the fairness of what they do to me? NO!!!!!!! This school is bullshit. Clary does a good job pretending that his priority here is the students, but when it comes down to it, all he cares about is his damn program. If he actually cared about what was best for the students, there wouldn't be so much shady seating in Wind Ensemble. I don't hold the people who take these seats responsible, but honestly, there is some stupid stuff going on in there--- some serious favoritism. For God's sake, how is it that Mark and Heather, seriously good flute players, are seated behind a freshman? They're great players that deserve not to be seated behind people just because they're not the favorite. Another thing that bothers me a lot is how Brad made Wind Ensemble without even auditioning. Dora deserves that spot and probably wants that more-- AND WOULD GAIN MORE BY HAVING IT. The list goes on and on. Clary just does what he thinks is best for his damn group. Students paying to come here deserve to be treated fairly! Fine Arts is really starting to get on my nerves. It seems like now you have to be the most arrogant bastard in the world to get any respect. I am absolutely going to lose it if people don't start actually listening to how people sound playing as opposed to how people say they sound. The funny thing is that these same arrogant people keep slamming each other for being arrogant. I'd think I was one of them, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm not on top of the school of music. There are so many underrated players here-- maybe more than overrated ones. Listen to me. Getting all worked up about people in the school of music... I should have learned by now there's no point in worrying about it. God... I need a hug. Don't worry, I'll have a happy entry coming up soon. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 30th, 2003
11:59 am	Stuff I’m so damn busy. I had eight hours straight of ensembles today. I’m also trying to get ready for a competition---- BLAH! But I really don’t mind it. Playing constantly gets my mind off things that I shouldn’t really think about. Like this: I started this semester being pretty social, but now I just don’t like being around a lot of people anymore. I don’t trust people at all. They don’t care about me; they don’t want the best for me- they care about themselves. I got to thinking, and there’s one, maybe two, people I trust here. But even then, I really don’t always trust their judgment. So, to all the people reading this that aren’t one of those two people: sorry about my lack of interest in you lately. I really don’t dislike you (with the exception of a couple people). I just don’t feel like dealing with people I really don’t care that much about, or care that much about me. My logic (or lack thereof) for withdrawing stems from this: When’s the last time you’ve sat down in a restaurant full of couples and groups of people with no one else but you at your one lonely table? It feels odd at first, but then you feel a great surge of independence. Hey, I can get up whenever I want to and leave, and not have to worry about accommodating other people. I like that feeling a lot. A long time ago (AKA high school), I used to be a lot more independent. I didn’t really have many friends. But thinking that friends had the magic power to make you happy I thought, “when I get to college, maybe I’ll make a lot of friends, and that’ll be a good thing.” After two and a half years of it, I’ve found otherwise. As a result, I’ve decided to return to my motto in high school: People are stupid. Only I want to amend it a little: People are stupid and not to be trusted, and so am I. I used to think that other people were instrumental in my happiness, but now I’ve come to realize that my happiness is my own responsibility. I don’t need other people for this. The more I think about the notorious phrase, “God is dead; let us place our hope in the superman,” the more sense it makes. I don’t really believe a lot of the implications like there being no God. But the point is that, as a member of the human race, the responsibility is yours (No matter what the responsibility). Stop waiting for God to do things for you. That’s a pretty big statement too— that means I’m responsible for helping all the starving children in Africa and watering my potted plants regularly. What the hell am I going to do about it? Probably nothing. Eventually, you just have to prioritize by deciding what’s important to you, and your calling from God. The calling from God thing makes thing freakin’ complicated since you can’t really say you know the mind of God… let’s not even get into that crap. I guess I’m going to wake up tomorrow morning and regret writing this without blocking people from reading it. After all, I think this may just be my over reaction from me trusting the wrong people again. I really have bad judgment when it comes to some things. I do think that I should keep this in mind though, and not forget my independence-- that’s what screws me over most the time anyway. I do realize how selfish what I’m doing is however. I hope I at least made some people think about what exactly their doing here on some stupid little rock going in circles around some insignificant star in a galaxy of billions of galaxies. I guess I learned something in Astrology (those last two sentences were a bad joke if you didn’t catch it) Next time I’ll probably talk about my desire to quit trombone and actually play music that has meaning to people besides a select few—- or at least play music on trombone that means something to other people but me. That shouldn’t be as depressing- I hope. (Comment on this)
Monday, January 13th, 2003
8:37 pm	I'm Back So, this semester of school isn't looking as bad as last and not as bad as I thought it would be. That could change very easily, but at least I'm happy now. I think there's something about Somerset that makes me more negative than I usually am. I guess the reason that I'm so optimistic right now is because, beyond all hope, I got out of our extra trombone choir rehearsal early today. I'm taking that as a good omen for the next year. I guess any normal person reading this would think, "he just got out of a rehearsal early, what's the big deal?" But they don't know Dale E Warren. Dale is the trombone professor, and as a rule, I try not to talk about him too much. So... I think I'll follow that rule right now. Anyway, that's all for now. (Comment on this)
Friday, January 10th, 2003
7:41 pm	Giving Blood Which Star-Crossed Marvel Lover Are You? Yesterday I gave blood. I'd like to think it is out of the goodness of my heart, but honestly it's more out of guilt. I know there's no real reason for this guilt, but I just feel bad if I know there's something I can do to help others and I'm not doing it. But I have good reasons to not want to give blood. I don't like needles at all. The fear stems back to when I was a little kid and I had to get blood tests before my tonsils were taken out. The lady that took my blood had never done it before, so she decided to tell this to little, 7-year-old Chuck. He didn't like this at all, and it didn't help that she messed up the first time and had to stick it back in several times... it was quite a traumatic experience. Anyway, when I sit there and I answer all these questions about have you had sex with a man in the last six months?... have you had sex for drugs in the last six months?... have you had sex with someone who's had sex for drugs in the last six months?... do you have AIDS... have you had sex with someone with AIDS in the last six months?... have you had sex with a two midgets, one with a limp in the last six months?, I always wonder why they don't save a whole lot of time and ask the person if they've even had sex in the last six months. But that's just me and my humble opinion. And if I'm going to have my blood taken again, I want it to be done by some hot chick. I had some gross, ugly redneck woman taking mine, and she kept telling me "Your hairs purty." But at least I can feel good about myself. (Comment on this)
Monday, January 6th, 2003
11:14 pm	:-/ You are Ein The genetically engineered data dog which makes you one super intelligent pup. Which Cowboy Bebop Character Are You? I'm not really in a great mood, and I don't feel like talking about it to the whole world. So, in honor of Davíd Salás: I think it would be a good idea to have two people dressed in knight armor walking around campus. We'd have one Dark Knight and one White Knight. And every time they meet, they should fight for a little bit then go about their way. Maybe I'll feel better after I sleep. (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 5th, 2003
9:32 pm	The Glory Days I am a Base-defender. What's mine is mine, and I make sure everyone knows it. Nobody invades my space without permission - I'd destroy everything I own before letting someone take it from me. I tend to be forward-facing, which is both a strength and a weakness. What Video Game Character Are You? After seeing Steve Bottom play with the Saxon Cornet Band, I remembered the glory days of the trumpet studio when Steve Bottom and Scott Hershey were the principle players. When just Abe Barr was "the trumpet player that smoked." When the flute section didn't sound louder than the trumpets because they played more in tune. Those were the days. Anyway, I've just spent the day sleeping and going to church. Do you know what the worst thing about being a preacher's kid is? It's having pretend that you actually care about someone's second cousin's dog that had to be put to sleep Thursday at 6:37. Honestly, I've come to realize that I can be so insincere sometimes. I guess it just comes with the position. I won't answer the phone at home anymore, because I'm afraid it's going to be some 80 year old woman who expects me to know her name. It's just a matter of time until I just offend someone because I don't have a clue what their problem is or even who they are. For example, the church secretary's husband just had skin cancer on his nose, and I was like "hey, what's the band-aid for?" And he said, "You didn't know I had cancer?" So quickly thinking I say, "Oh, no, I thought they'd give you something special for it." Even though he might have seen through it, at least he can't call me out on it. I guess the moral of this story is: don't trust Chuck. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 4th, 2003
10:19 pm	Silmarrilion What LoTR Character Are You? So I've had yet another uneventful day... and I can't think of much to talk about except the Silmarillion. So for those of you who don't know, The Silmarillion has to do with Lord of the Rings. The author of Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien, actaully wrote a lot of books about Middle Earth. The Silmarillion is the history of the Elves. Which goes all the way back to the Valar (who shaped the earth) and ends at the forging of the ring of power. So, I'm almost done with the book and I thought I'd just talk about it some. To me, the Christian overtones are much more obvious in this book than in Lord of the Rings trilogy. The whole creation thing is really obviously allegoric (or at least very close to allegoric). But then as the actual story of the Elves begin, most of that fades away. To me, this is a very beautiful book. Though it is a narrative and quite possibly the most condense book I've ever read (It's about like reading the bible), it has to be one of the most fulfilling books to read. Some of the stories are just wonderful like Beren and Lúthien. And my favorite dog in the world has to Huan. But the whole mood of the book starts to get really dark, and tragic suddenly towards the end. There's this guy called Túrin who because of a curse put on him, ends up marrying his sister on accident, and kills himself, but not before accidently killing his best friend. It's not quite as happy to say the least and not nearly as noble as the Lord of the Rings trilogy in it's character's actions. then again, it has a lot to do with the fall of man-- which isn't at all noble either. Anyway, I've thought about why these books appealed to me and I think this quote explains it better than I ever could: We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they certain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God Indeed, only by myth-making, only by becoming a "sub-creator" and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour. (recunsructed by Humphrey Carpenter in JRR Tolkien, p 151) Anyway, to summarize my thoughts, I'd really recommend this book to anyone who's read the other Tolkien stuff. Once you get used to the Genealogy, and the dry writing, it's quite interesting. And there are a lot of good values to be learned from it too. Anyway, I think I've rambled quit enough on what I think of this book. I'll be back to my usually facetious self next time. (Comment on this)
Friday, January 3rd, 2003
8:14 pm	I bent my wookie What lesser-known Simpsons character are you? Brought to you by the good folks at sacwriters.com. That explains a lot. Anyway, I left the church property for the first time in over 5 days yesterday to eat at the new Chinese buffet in Somerset. You know, I may never eat another buffet again. I was so sick, not necessarily because the food was bad, but because of the amount I ate. I don't go to buffets because I need to get nourishment; I go eat at buffets because they are a challenge to me(I ATE 35 SHRIMP THIS TIME!!!!). And that's why I'm usually sick after them- like today. I don't feel like anymore challenges anyway. I'm evidently challenged enough (see top of entry). I'm not going to eat at a buffet again. The Swedish can take the Smorgasbords and cram them. Take that. Anyway, I know I said I'd talk about the Silmarillion, but I don't feel like it... maybe next time. That's all for now. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 2nd, 2003
11:21 am	So... it begins Yeah... I was so bored, I decided to start an online journal. Which is a sign that I have way too much time on my hands. However, if you have so much time that you can read this journal, you're just as bad as me. So don't judge me. I really just have three goals in writing this journal: 1)When school starts, at least post one entry a week. 2)Don't get personal, the whole world doesn't really need to know about my feelings and probably doesn't want to know. 3)Try to make this as Southern Baptist friendly as possible.-- chances are my nosy parents may learn of this journal's exsistence one day. Anyway, I guess this is the part of my entry when I tell you the wonderful dramatic things that has happened to me of late. Well, the most dramatic thing in the world happened to me last night-- Or maybe not. All that really happened was that my sister downloaded some worm to the computer, and I had to quit trying to start this journal. So, I went to the living room and watched South Pacific with my mom. First off, South Pacific is the stupidest musical ever. Love is depicted as something that just pops up out of nowhere. And the songs... oh god. *singing* "I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair... I 'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair.. I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair.. blah." "Some enchanted eavning... blah blah blah blah blaaaaah blaaaaaaaaah." Despite the over-all gayness of this play, I learned something important. If you want to make a musically funny, just imagine everyone as having a job in the sex industry. I don't feel like going into this anymore... Southern Baptist friendly remember, Chuck? So after that, we watched All in the Family, which is a stupid show... my parents love it and I just get annoyed by it. I guess my annoyance has a lot to do with my Dad always taking up Archy Bunker's side. People tell me and my Dad talk an awful lot alike by our mannerisms and stuff--- great. So then I read the Silmarrillion.. I'm tired of typing, so I'll talk about the book later. Well, that's it... my first entry. Maybe my last. And I've already managed to talk about something personal: my dad, and something not Southern Baptist friendly: the sex industry. Oh well. I guess it needed to be said. (1 Comment |Comment on this)