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Hola? Coma Estas? Anyone?

Jul 07 2008
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Wow, once again I have let this site slip me by.

Most of you who actually returned multiple times know why for the year I did so. My personal problems were many and I just didn’t have the physical or emotion strength to do anything with it. I would open the compose tab and my mind would go completely blank.

This is more or less a declaration that I, Ensellitis, still live.

I have moved into my own place. Found a great gal that I care very much for, and got a job that I love (most days). I am still suffering from a few health issues, but nothing I can’t get through.

For those of you who constantly sent me messages of encouragement and hope, thank you, if you still visit.

I won’t promise that I will be active on here again in the next few weeks, but I will be soon, that I do promise.

Respectfully,
Chris “Ensellitis” Ensell

 

Conundrums all around

Nov 20 2007
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What is a conundrum? According to most dictionaries “a question or problem having only a conjectural answer”.

Its like the old “What came first, the chicken or the egg” riddle. Either answer seems to be wrong and/or confusing. That is what I am dealing with. I need a job. I need a car to get to that job. I need a job to get the car.

So what am I suppose to do? I have been working with Calypson Studios a lot lately. It paid my cell phone debt off, so I got that back… But what do I do when that work runs out? I live in a small town of about 1,000 townfolk. There are MAYBE a dozen stores. Most of which already have family members working there, or their employees have been working there for years and have no plans on leaving.

Some of these places don’t even have applications.

I hate small towns…

 

Going on vacation

Nov 19 2007
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Starting December 5th, I will be going on a much needed vacation. I am flying out to Washington state to see family and some old friends. I am going to be out there for a few months.

After the events of the past year, I think this should be good for me.

 

A day in the life of…

Oct 29 2007
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A day in the life of a 23 year old failure. Well, I guess failure is too strong of a word. More of a day in the life of someone who has failed. These days everyone has bad things happen to them. I am just in a rut. I got separated, no job, moved back in with my mom, and I have this damn mental illness. But I am pushing forward as best I know how… I know she is never going to take me back… I know eventually I will get a job when I can get a car, and I know that with the right medication that I can take control of my mind.

I have gotten used to having a piece of the good life, then throwing it away and starting all over. It sucks everytime, but I manage to push through. Why should this be any different. Maybe something good awaits me somewhere out there, maybe not… Who knows.

I haven’t coded or pixeled in months. I am in a creative rut… Which sucks. Art fails me, so I cannot express myself that way. I have my cards, but I can only do so much. It is a hobby I keep private, maybe more than I should.

Maybe my upcoming trip to Washington will help me find something that is missing. Maybe I will find the tools I need there, and bring them back with me and get through… Maybe I will end up staying there. I don’t know.

All I know is moving on sucks, and everytime I do, I lose a bit of myself that I can’t get back…

 

Going to Washington

Oct 28 2007
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I am off to Washington December 8th until January 8th. So any Washington state readers, drop me a line and maybe we can have a drink.

Additionally, I plan on writing on this thing again, sorry for the long absence.

 

Growth and healing

Aug 18 2007
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As part of my growing and moving on from the old me, I am posting this…

Dear Chris Ensell,
I remember the day you came into my life. I watched as my brother died. That was the day you moved in, uninvited. I do not remember much after that day, but by what I have been told, you made many people unpleasant and you hurt me as much as possible. You sabotaged everything I put my hands on, or people that I loved. You would steal from them, you would lie to them, you would disrespect them, you did everything you could to ruin every dream and goal I set for myself. I never had control of you. You ran freely through the best moments of my life, making them the worst moments of my life.

I don’t know why you did this, and I don’t know why I let you do so for such a long time. I can’t understand why someone would make it their goal to destroy another person’s goal. No matter how hard I tried, you were always one step behind me, ready to trip me every time I made a step towards a better life. How can someone find as much joy as you had doing that.

I wish I had been stronger. I wish I could have been smarter. I wish I could have had the power that you had robbed me of. There are many things I wish I could have had. Sometimes I was so close to a goal in my life, that I could literally feel it, taste it, hear it, and see it. But there you were, to snatch it away from me without delay.

I can’t blame you all for this. I knew what I did was wrong. I knew this. I would tell myself that I am a better person than this. I am strong enough to fight you on my own. I was wrong. I needed help, but I was too afraid to ask for help. I did not want to be as weak as everyone thought I was. I know I was weak. I was weak because every time I was strong, you would knock me down, and take that away from me.

However, on this day, this hour, and this minute, I declare that no longer will you control my life. You will never again tell me that I can’t do something and me listen to you. No. You have had control over me for far to long. Sure, I know that you will always be a part of me, but never again will I allow me to be a part of you. Just because you speak, does not me that I must listen. Just because you say that I can not move forward, does not mean I can not take that step. You have for to long hurt those whom I love, you nearly took my life on several occasions, but that will never happen again. I am going to live my life, and I am going to become something where I can make a difference. Something where I can prevent you from hurting another person like you did to me. I am sick of watching people flying up to their dreams, only to see your darkness surround them so that they lose their way.

I have always thought of saying goodbye is a way of saying “I will probably never see you again”, that is why I try my best to say “See you later” when I am talking to people I would like to see again. Since I know that you will always be 2 steps behind me until the day we both run out of life, I will say see you, however, those days that you find an opportunity to sneak in and try pushing me in a direction I don’t want to go, I will dig up every ounce of strength I have in my body, mind, and soul to push you aside, and keep moving forward. When you speak to me, I shall turn my head and listen only to the ones I love. You no longer will have that or any power over me.

I remember when people would reach out to me, and all you did was slap their hands away. I remember when people tried to share their heart, you would spit on them. No longer will this happen. I will openly take any hand held out to me, when someone shares their heart with me, I will share mine with them. You will no longer affect my relationships and friendships. I am sick and tired of having no friendships or relationships. I may no longer have someone in my life to hold, talk to until the sun comes up, or stare into the eyes up. But someday, I will once again, and knowing that you will not have the power to fuck that up again brings a smile to my face.

You are just a voice in my head, and never again will your words have power over me. I am in control now, not you.

I walk a hard road as two but I am aware that the other one is talking to himself and not to me. He is telling himself he is a failure…not me.

It is hard to grasp the concept it is himself he is talking to, not me. I was just overhearing him speak. If I hear him speak negatively about himself, I will flood him with positive feelings… I won’t talk back to him, he can’t hear me but he can feel my emotions.

… And now, I move on with my own life and my own positive thoughts. I am damn tired of living someone else’s life, it is time for me to live my own. I want to be able to cry again, smile a real smile, love someone instead of fearing to be myself.

In conclusion, shut the fuck up.,
Chris Ensell

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I am back

Aug 09 2007
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Where did I go?

Looong story… So I will make the bullet points.

1. Wife left me.
2. Nervous breakdown.
3. Admitted to psychiatric hospital.
4. Intense therapy afterwards.

There, that pretty much says it all. I am feeling much better now. I am going to be moving soon to a small dinky town called Adrian. I will try to make updates more often now that I am single and have no job.

 

A populated deserted island

May 04 2007
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What is the worst feeling for me? Being absolutely dedicated to a project, spending a year working on it, putting my heart and soul into every line of code… And not being able to work on it…

Maybe it’s my medical problems… But I haven’t been able to touch LoBD for the past few weeks… Every time I try, I just can’t. I love the site and I want to work on it… But it’s just so hard. The active member base is fairly small, but I consider them all my friends. But it feels like I am painting a boat as it’s sinking. Even if the member base stays small, and grows small, I still love it…

But why can’t I bring myself to work on it?

It has to be part of the depression I have been in. I can’t sleep, and when I can, I can’t sleep in the same bed as my own wife. I get freaked out when I hear people near the front door because I’m afraid I will have to talk to someone. I hate this pitiful existence. Next month i have an appointment with a doctor to get checked out… And I still have to see other doctors for my other problems…

Maybe then I can get back on track… Right now, I am just so… Meh…

 

Isolated Studios + XBCX = <3

May 01 2007
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Isolated Studios (my design company) and XBCX hosting has become one powerful entity.

So now not only can we design your site/graphics/media, now we can host it as well on one of the most reliable servers you can get for the price. This also means it is more than a couple people working on a site, now it’s a team with support behind it, meaning more work for less money without sacrificing quality for that quantity.

LoBDevIsolated StudiosXBCX… Ensellitis.com… Next, I got my eyes on Google. Anyone want to donate me a few billion dollars?

 

Finally finished the gallery…

May 01 2007
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Ok, now I finally finished up my gallery to my own satisfaction… I wasn’t sure if that was ever going to be possible, but I guess it was.

I am going to be attempting to register for Park University and get a degree, finally. In Graphic Design, no less. If they have the program, maybe even some computer programming… But a few obstacles stand in my way… I have to get my GED certificate (stolen awhile ago), and I have to see if DeVry didn’t screw me over too bad.

I still can’t believe what they did to me. I was told that I was 100% paid for by financial aid. Then half way through my first semester, I find out that $2,000 is not covered. The key word there is I FOUND OUT. They didn’t tell me, they decided to not provide half the money they promised, so now I have that cash AND the loan to contend with. And I’m dead broke. So we shall see…