april's coming to a close in a mere day, and it's still spring break 2003. (or at least i'd like to think it is, because seriously, who can get tired of spring break?)
glad to say that the week's gradually picking up, day by day. hopefully friday makes itself fun and happy, since it's looking like work for the next two days. i'm thoroughly excited to see some productivity come out of me (like this presentation i'm working on and this layout i'm working on and this recruiting going on). it's nice, it gets some of my creative juices flowing, kinda gets me in the mood to just work more.
noli's apparently found a place on southside, and it sounds like a good deal, so hopefully that will be the site of the new and improved miguel's room v2.3. expect to see a bunch of randomness stuck on the walls, as well as old spats, an ostrich made entirely of plumes, noli's underwear, and laminated copies of the cal bukkake ads in the daily cal asuc page. maybe even like a corkboard with important stuff, but seriously, who needs that when you have smoke signals?
after next week, i should be fine. there's a dead week for me after that, and then two finals on the twenty-first (one from 12.30-3.30 and the other from 5-8), and my last one on the twenty-fourth (12.30-3.30, on a saturday. you like that? i don't). after that, move-out day on the 25th. hopefully by then we will have figured out the specifics on the place and the lease, and then maybe it'll be time for me to go back home for about three weeks or so and relax. catch up on some good times, hang out with some old friends, and then go back to school in june until halfway through august.
yes, i'm taking summer school. it shouldn't be bad; after the fall semester, i'll be able to declare both of my majors (assuming all goes well!), and then start the bliss of nineteen-unit spring semester glory. fall's looking to be seventeen units, plus band and editing duties, so i'm hoping to have some sleepless nights and espresso-powered mornings. yes, hoping. and yes, espresso-powered.
you know what else was good today? ben and jerry's free ice cream cones. the line wasn't too bad, we got our cones in about a half hour or so. but as soon as we left, the line was growing past the landmark theatres.
and i know you love me since you all will be at the drumline spring clinic / funk show this saturday, since i'm in the funk band. it'll be a blast, i promise you, we'll be rocking out. and be pimped out. and then there's the spring show party, where miguel will get so fucked up because he's on seven different band committees and therefore subject to all things alcoholic. if by the end of that night i'm not completely incoherent, then by good god, make me. i need to lose a few brain cells before the year ends, cos i feel as if i deserve it. (where'd my logic go? oh that's right, it jumped off of evans and bounced next to the planter.)
in other words, spring break 2003 has only just begun. three weeks ago. but it's still going. until the summer solstice.
go bears.
migblog
4.29.2003
4.27.2003
last night was loads of fun, thanks in part to the crazy night before and yesterday afternoon. friday meant getting a group of guys to all go to spring formal with shereen -- so yeah, a majority of friday night was spent 'recruiting' the rest of the spots in her car so that she could be the most pimpalicious ex-comm girlie at the dance. then, eddie and i ended up going to the city to buy the night's 'uniform' of blue and gold. afterwards, a crash course of adobe indesign courtesy of christine at the americana on dwight/dana. it shouldn't be too hard, considering it works pretty much like photoshop and pagemaker.
the night was fun. the four of us -- shereen, eddie, chris and i -- all had dinner at hs lordships at the berkeley marina. there was a black firefighter's convention and a holy spirit convention thing for adolescents. we left the place pretty late, but we got to sinbad's at pier 2 at a pretty decent time. there was a nice amount of people, not too much, but the party was fun nonetheless. much fun was had, especially when brendan learned to dance thanks to james, and when geoff dared me to freak brendan. i did. yeah. and there were the ex-comm girlies, i love you all, and i'm gonna miss you a bunch. especially you, jenny!
it was a nice pick-up from the otherwise crappy two weeks. i'm kinda glad i went, actually; i wouldn't have otherwise.
angela just totally deemed me cool. go bears.
hopefully this upcoming week will fare better... that this weekend was a good omen, some weird premonition of things to come.
and now, rest. and laundry. and homework.
the night was fun. the four of us -- shereen, eddie, chris and i -- all had dinner at hs lordships at the berkeley marina. there was a black firefighter's convention and a holy spirit convention thing for adolescents. we left the place pretty late, but we got to sinbad's at pier 2 at a pretty decent time. there was a nice amount of people, not too much, but the party was fun nonetheless. much fun was had, especially when brendan learned to dance thanks to james, and when geoff dared me to freak brendan. i did. yeah. and there were the ex-comm girlies, i love you all, and i'm gonna miss you a bunch. especially you, jenny!
it was a nice pick-up from the otherwise crappy two weeks. i'm kinda glad i went, actually; i wouldn't have otherwise.
angela just totally deemed me cool. go bears.
hopefully this upcoming week will fare better... that this weekend was a good omen, some weird premonition of things to come.
and now, rest. and laundry. and homework.
4.25.2003
4.24.2003
cheer up
honey I hope you can
there is something wrong with me
my mind is filled with silvery stars
yeah, well, things just happened to suck all at the same time.
honey kisses about to fly
shoulders shrugging off
cheer up
honey I hope you can
there is something wrong with me
my mind is filled with radio cures
electronic surgical words
nate suggested that i write to get myself all purged from this non-goodness i'm feeling. i'm extremely frustrated and just overall annoyed at some things (some of them would probably sound extremely trivial to you right now, but you know, i have to take it upon myself to be selfish at times. i need to be in order for me to get by. really, i do). so, here i am, a few minutes after we had our long chat over the phone.
picking apples
for the kings and queens of things I've never seen
all distance has no way
of making love understandable
do i let things get to me so easily? i think i do. and if it's part of this so-called growing up, then let it slap me in the face and bite me in the neck over and over again. if it's me "over-analyzing" life, then sure, let that be it. if it's me acting stupid because i can, then let that be it. if it's me being selfish because i feel like i need to be, then let that be it. if i just want a piece of that recognition, this lack of fulfillment in my psyche, to fill up this gaping void in the very center of my being, then definitely let that be that. whatever it is, i'm going nuts about it, and it's not at all due to anything academic. i finished that last week; this week, it's just shit that i'm deep in, and all i really want is to just get out of it all.
cheer up
honey I hope you can
there is something wrong with me
my mind is filled with silvery stars
honey kisses clouds of love
am i setting myself up for something i really don't want? how this one little thing can possibly change my life, forever, and that i can't do a thing about it but wait? i guess you can chalk it up to that whole excitement of things, or being a naive and sheepish freshman, why i act like this. everything's so new, i love everything, everything's the best thing ever. i'm going crazy for not having done and seen and met up with a lot of people and things. i feel so incomplete and annoyed at the fact that i let this get to me so easily, too. as much as i don't want it to happen, it does, and when it does, i end up smacking myself upside the head since i'm that much of a "good" person to end up telling people the truth.
picking apples
for the kings and queens of things I've never seen
all distance has no way
of making love understandable
all distance has no way
of making love understandable
all distance has no way
of making love understandable
all distance has no way
of making love understandable
i can't really go up to anyone and say "i don't like you" unless it's totally necessary. nor can i tell anyone what i really think of them, and to a fault, it's a good thing, because i will probably make you cry when i do. some people know when i'm being hostile. and to get that receiving end almost suffocate you, it's a doozy to work out.
cheer up
honey I hope you can
i hope to figure things out soon enough. and maybe the weekend will not be as shitty as i projected. maybe i'm just a little too optimistic right now, but i need to get happy.
i hope i can cheer up.
honey I hope you can
there is something wrong with me
my mind is filled with silvery stars
yeah, well, things just happened to suck all at the same time.
honey kisses about to fly
shoulders shrugging off
cheer up
honey I hope you can
there is something wrong with me
my mind is filled with radio cures
electronic surgical words
nate suggested that i write to get myself all purged from this non-goodness i'm feeling. i'm extremely frustrated and just overall annoyed at some things (some of them would probably sound extremely trivial to you right now, but you know, i have to take it upon myself to be selfish at times. i need to be in order for me to get by. really, i do). so, here i am, a few minutes after we had our long chat over the phone.
picking apples
for the kings and queens of things I've never seen
all distance has no way
of making love understandable
do i let things get to me so easily? i think i do. and if it's part of this so-called growing up, then let it slap me in the face and bite me in the neck over and over again. if it's me "over-analyzing" life, then sure, let that be it. if it's me acting stupid because i can, then let that be it. if it's me being selfish because i feel like i need to be, then let that be it. if i just want a piece of that recognition, this lack of fulfillment in my psyche, to fill up this gaping void in the very center of my being, then definitely let that be that. whatever it is, i'm going nuts about it, and it's not at all due to anything academic. i finished that last week; this week, it's just shit that i'm deep in, and all i really want is to just get out of it all.
cheer up
honey I hope you can
there is something wrong with me
my mind is filled with silvery stars
honey kisses clouds of love
am i setting myself up for something i really don't want? how this one little thing can possibly change my life, forever, and that i can't do a thing about it but wait? i guess you can chalk it up to that whole excitement of things, or being a naive and sheepish freshman, why i act like this. everything's so new, i love everything, everything's the best thing ever. i'm going crazy for not having done and seen and met up with a lot of people and things. i feel so incomplete and annoyed at the fact that i let this get to me so easily, too. as much as i don't want it to happen, it does, and when it does, i end up smacking myself upside the head since i'm that much of a "good" person to end up telling people the truth.
picking apples
for the kings and queens of things I've never seen
all distance has no way
of making love understandable
all distance has no way
of making love understandable
all distance has no way
of making love understandable
all distance has no way
of making love understandable
i can't really go up to anyone and say "i don't like you" unless it's totally necessary. nor can i tell anyone what i really think of them, and to a fault, it's a good thing, because i will probably make you cry when i do. some people know when i'm being hostile. and to get that receiving end almost suffocate you, it's a doozy to work out.
cheer up
honey I hope you can
i hope to figure things out soon enough. and maybe the weekend will not be as shitty as i projected. maybe i'm just a little too optimistic right now, but i need to get happy.
i hope i can cheer up.
4.23.2003
happy birthday, william shakespeare.
waiting for the phone to ring, waiting for the e-mail to pop up, waiting for the time to pass quicker, waiting for the person in front of me to finish whatever he's doing so that i can do it.
i need to finish up a lot of things, but that involves actually starting things, too. (procrastination, i think, is what you call this.) even though i'm done with midterms, there's still a lot of crap left, and yes, i'm still swamped.
on a lighter note, i just found out that i'm the new layout editor for hardboiled (yeah, that hardboiled). needless to say i was especially excited when i received the news. this'll mean a whole new set of things to learn and a lot more experience to gather. i guess all that literary society magazine stuff helped out, eh? (speaking of which, i haven't seen any of you guys who helped me in that magazine -- especially melody, melody, and clara. if you ever come across this, or if anyone knows their email or screenname or something, let me know. i'd like to say hello to those guys.)
tonight, petaluma and "the best dessert ever." tomorrow, the world!
waiting for the phone to ring, waiting for the e-mail to pop up, waiting for the time to pass quicker, waiting for the person in front of me to finish whatever he's doing so that i can do it.
i need to finish up a lot of things, but that involves actually starting things, too. (procrastination, i think, is what you call this.) even though i'm done with midterms, there's still a lot of crap left, and yes, i'm still swamped.
on a lighter note, i just found out that i'm the new layout editor for hardboiled (yeah, that hardboiled). needless to say i was especially excited when i received the news. this'll mean a whole new set of things to learn and a lot more experience to gather. i guess all that literary society magazine stuff helped out, eh? (speaking of which, i haven't seen any of you guys who helped me in that magazine -- especially melody, melody, and clara. if you ever come across this, or if anyone knows their email or screenname or something, let me know. i'd like to say hello to those guys.)
tonight, petaluma and "the best dessert ever." tomorrow, the world!
4.21.2003
i'm glad i'm done with spanish midterms. so, here's a poem that the class collectively made (yeah, thanks to everyone in adam's spanish 25) and the one i wrote for assignment, as a response to silva's nocturno. i hope you enjoy. we weren't trying to be serious or anything.
Las mentiras de mi compañera de cuarto
¡Tantas mentiras! Todo el tiempo,
como el cielo sobre nosotros.
El único tiempo
cuando oigo de ella
es cuando llueve su miseria.
¿Por qué me mientes?
¿Qué te he hecho?
Bueno, por lo menos no me ignoras.
¿Por qué no me ignoras?
Has comido mi comida.
Has llevado mis calcetines sin preguntarme.
nocturno by silva;
La respuesta
Me has confundido.
Veía su sombra, afuera.
Estaba cantando de nuestra vida,
con uno a otro,
pero nada, nada, nada,
nada,
nada de ti a mi lado.
La luna mi mira.
Proyectó sus rayos –
me enloquezo.
Caminaba.
Caminaba por el sendo
y no tuvo nada de tu sombra.
¿Dónde está tu sombra?
¿Dónde estás tú?
Las mentiras de mi compañera de cuarto
¡Tantas mentiras! Todo el tiempo,
como el cielo sobre nosotros.
El único tiempo
cuando oigo de ella
es cuando llueve su miseria.
¿Por qué me mientes?
¿Qué te he hecho?
Bueno, por lo menos no me ignoras.
¿Por qué no me ignoras?
Has comido mi comida.
Has llevado mis calcetines sin preguntarme.
nocturno by silva;
La respuesta
Me has confundido.
Veía su sombra, afuera.
Estaba cantando de nuestra vida,
con uno a otro,
pero nada, nada, nada,
nada,
nada de ti a mi lado.
La luna mi mira.
Proyectó sus rayos –
me enloquezo.
Caminaba.
Caminaba por el sendo
y no tuvo nada de tu sombra.
¿Dónde está tu sombra?
¿Dónde estás tú?
midterms are finally over for the rest of the semester. until fall comes around, i won't ever have to deal with them again. of course the disappearance of the midterm means only that finals are around the corner, a few weeks away. needless to say i'm a bit intimidated, but i guess being at cal in the first place would do that to you.
just hanging out with people is really nice, it felt like a tv show. after saturday's festivities were done and over with, i hung out with shereen and elizabeth for a bit at their place, then i hung out with sam and his apartmentmates the rest of the night. i haven't had an atmosphere so chill like that for a while, and it was really cool meeting new people again. sam has cool apartmentmates.
i saw a mighty wind at the california with sam. even though we were the only asians there (and for the most part, the only people in our age bracket), the movie was still very much enjoyable. the whole premise of folk songs and a reunion concert... christopher guest does this movie well, and it''s great. not to mention that the songs are infinitely catchy, and the lyrics are hilarious. there were a lot of high points in the movie, especially scenes with jennifer coolidge playing this extremely dense partner of a business firm and fred willard playing this ridiculously showy talent agent who likes to think highly of himself. it was great, i enjoyed it. plus, the girl who was selling tickets was dressed up exactly as one of the characters in the movie, and i think they also hired a guy with a guitar to go around so they could sing or something before and after the show. a good time was had by all.
out of sheer boredom, blind coincidence, or a mixture of both, brian and i decided to wear our 'fuck stanfurd' shirts yesterday, along with glasses, jeans, and white socks and shoes. we tried to confuse the whole house, but in the end we decided that only white people wouldn't be able to figure it out. watch out, we'll do it again sometime. (the new will smith poster on our door was part of the inspiration.) one of the better reactions was when ew went to nation's and this one guy didn't get the joke. he kept mumbling out loud, 'what's the shirts say? fuck stan...fUrd? i think they spelt it wrong. stanfurd? what is that, i don't get it.'
just waiting, really. it'll be a while.
just hanging out with people is really nice, it felt like a tv show. after saturday's festivities were done and over with, i hung out with shereen and elizabeth for a bit at their place, then i hung out with sam and his apartmentmates the rest of the night. i haven't had an atmosphere so chill like that for a while, and it was really cool meeting new people again. sam has cool apartmentmates.
i saw a mighty wind at the california with sam. even though we were the only asians there (and for the most part, the only people in our age bracket), the movie was still very much enjoyable. the whole premise of folk songs and a reunion concert... christopher guest does this movie well, and it''s great. not to mention that the songs are infinitely catchy, and the lyrics are hilarious. there were a lot of high points in the movie, especially scenes with jennifer coolidge playing this extremely dense partner of a business firm and fred willard playing this ridiculously showy talent agent who likes to think highly of himself. it was great, i enjoyed it. plus, the girl who was selling tickets was dressed up exactly as one of the characters in the movie, and i think they also hired a guy with a guitar to go around so they could sing or something before and after the show. a good time was had by all.
out of sheer boredom, blind coincidence, or a mixture of both, brian and i decided to wear our 'fuck stanfurd' shirts yesterday, along with glasses, jeans, and white socks and shoes. we tried to confuse the whole house, but in the end we decided that only white people wouldn't be able to figure it out. watch out, we'll do it again sometime. (the new will smith poster on our door was part of the inspiration.) one of the better reactions was when ew went to nation's and this one guy didn't get the joke. he kept mumbling out loud, 'what's the shirts say? fuck stan...fUrd? i think they spelt it wrong. stanfurd? what is that, i don't get it.'
just waiting, really. it'll be a while.
4.18.2003
almost there...
i saw better luck tomorrow with brian and a whole bunch of other people. it's a very thought-provoking movie. which, to me, kinda really begs the question: had it been any different with a white cast? or a black cast? i really don't think so. but it was very well-executed, and i'm kinda glad that the limited release is partly here in the bay area. like rachel said, she didn't know how to feel afterward -- all she could say was 'fuuuuuuuck, that's a movie.' and when you think about it, when a movie makes you do that, i think it's accomplished its job just as it was supposed to. anita was sick to her stomach. and other people are calling the movie amoral and a disgrace to asians. we're people too, you know. we can fall in and out of addiction and love and life as much as the next human being. and oh, the extreme uncertainty... that was satisfying.
the header might say friday, but it's still thursday to me. i haven't slept, i'm running on those thirty-two ounce jugs of snapple from asuc convenience, i have to write a paper, and i have to analyze two poems. this ought to be fun. it's just a matter of getting my thoughts organized and reorganized, then eventually typing it out and getting it done. i'm really just biding time by typing this up, but i felt as if i needed to say something.
it's that, that feeling of wanting to say something but not really realize that you have nothing to say. (you still with me? good.) by the time i'm halfway done with a post, i look at it, stop in the middle, ask myself if i really want to publish it, and then doubt myself for the seventh time and just eventually give in to the screen staring back at me. a few minutes later, after some more purging of thoughts and emotions and fervently clacking away (and developing a mild case of carpal tunnel -- it's weird when you don't feel your hands in the morning sometimes), i hit that publish button, wait, and watch. it's amazing how typing something up like this can appear so differently on a browser page, and it's all through markup language. it amazes me so much.
fall semester looks to be hardcore. i've scheduled but not registered, so hopefully by the time my telebears comes around i'm not fucked. it's either sixteen or seventeen units plus band and hardboiled. i've promised myself that i won't go crazy, but if it ever gets to a breaking point, i'll take a break and talk to someone. whoever's closest, basically.
i'm so scared of so many things right now, you have no idea. and it's never like me to just say it out loud. if you ever wonder what i'm wondering about whenever i stare off blankly into space, please don't prod. i'm really just trying to sort things out since, well, i'm one of those weird existentialist pensive gravid thinkers. when i think, i get dangerous, and when i get dangerous, i get morbid. it's grotesque, really. and what's scaring me so much is that everything is so solidly up in the air. it's that whole living-life-one-day-at-a-time bullshit they feed you, then you do it, then you're so afraid of the insecurity that a day provides you. what happens next? no one knows. and that's enough to give me palpitations. in my ear.
just waiting... looking at it, waiting for it to happen. i can taste it in the air, since i haven't been able to relish any moment lately.
but then i remember, i have enough time to wait for tomorrow. tomorrow, i'll be done, and i'll be doing some other thing that's probably better than what i did today. but that's tomorrow. i have to keep reminding myself that. tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, why the fuck isn't it now...
i can wait.
i saw better luck tomorrow with brian and a whole bunch of other people. it's a very thought-provoking movie. which, to me, kinda really begs the question: had it been any different with a white cast? or a black cast? i really don't think so. but it was very well-executed, and i'm kinda glad that the limited release is partly here in the bay area. like rachel said, she didn't know how to feel afterward -- all she could say was 'fuuuuuuuck, that's a movie.' and when you think about it, when a movie makes you do that, i think it's accomplished its job just as it was supposed to. anita was sick to her stomach. and other people are calling the movie amoral and a disgrace to asians. we're people too, you know. we can fall in and out of addiction and love and life as much as the next human being. and oh, the extreme uncertainty... that was satisfying.
the header might say friday, but it's still thursday to me. i haven't slept, i'm running on those thirty-two ounce jugs of snapple from asuc convenience, i have to write a paper, and i have to analyze two poems. this ought to be fun. it's just a matter of getting my thoughts organized and reorganized, then eventually typing it out and getting it done. i'm really just biding time by typing this up, but i felt as if i needed to say something.
it's that, that feeling of wanting to say something but not really realize that you have nothing to say. (you still with me? good.) by the time i'm halfway done with a post, i look at it, stop in the middle, ask myself if i really want to publish it, and then doubt myself for the seventh time and just eventually give in to the screen staring back at me. a few minutes later, after some more purging of thoughts and emotions and fervently clacking away (and developing a mild case of carpal tunnel -- it's weird when you don't feel your hands in the morning sometimes), i hit that publish button, wait, and watch. it's amazing how typing something up like this can appear so differently on a browser page, and it's all through markup language. it amazes me so much.
fall semester looks to be hardcore. i've scheduled but not registered, so hopefully by the time my telebears comes around i'm not fucked. it's either sixteen or seventeen units plus band and hardboiled. i've promised myself that i won't go crazy, but if it ever gets to a breaking point, i'll take a break and talk to someone. whoever's closest, basically.
i'm so scared of so many things right now, you have no idea. and it's never like me to just say it out loud. if you ever wonder what i'm wondering about whenever i stare off blankly into space, please don't prod. i'm really just trying to sort things out since, well, i'm one of those weird existentialist pensive gravid thinkers. when i think, i get dangerous, and when i get dangerous, i get morbid. it's grotesque, really. and what's scaring me so much is that everything is so solidly up in the air. it's that whole living-life-one-day-at-a-time bullshit they feed you, then you do it, then you're so afraid of the insecurity that a day provides you. what happens next? no one knows. and that's enough to give me palpitations. in my ear.
just waiting... looking at it, waiting for it to happen. i can taste it in the air, since i haven't been able to relish any moment lately.
but then i remember, i have enough time to wait for tomorrow. tomorrow, i'll be done, and i'll be doing some other thing that's probably better than what i did today. but that's tomorrow. i have to keep reminding myself that. tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, why the fuck isn't it now...
i can wait.
4.16.2003
and so it begins again, the madness that is midterm season. this week is marked by paper deadlines, presentations on spanish poems and necrophilia (don't ask!), mcb midterms, brainstorming for story ideas, distribution (or should i say distrobution?), applying to be in hardboiled core, recruiting people into the cal band, calling home, running on caffeine, and getting the requisite four hours of sleep maximum.
and to think, i need to come up with another presentation idea so that i can give it to my professor before the next seminar meeting, gather the materials, and interview the respective people. it's good, i like being busy. for a change, i feel productive when i leave the house at around ten every morning, and not come home until around eight. i feel productive, yes, but at the same time a bit disjointed and discombobulated from the rest of the world.
i just keep thinking to myself, i only need to wait until friday. friday, everything will clear out. then i remember, saturday's not all that great either, and nor is sunday, since everyone's going to be celebrating easter. even if they're not catholic. which, i don't mind, of course, but still, it's the principle of the thing.
being more involved with hardboiled seems to put another interesting facet into my current university life. it's a new set of people, and a new set of things you just ultimately have to conform to and experience. it's nice to write something and try to be as objective as possible without sounding too preachy. it's also nice to hear critical comments from peers, to see how this new group of people interacts with one another both professionally and personally. it's ready, it's there, and it's for me to explore. i hope i get that position -- i think i can do an awesome job.
the first run of being director's assistant was fun. getting wet all through cal day and picnic day at davis was less-than-notable, but it was fun nonetheless. zack and my plans both pulled off well, and i think the phonez for the most part appreciated the effort. my back, my shoulders, and my feet have never ached so much the day after just standing up and playing a buttload of songs for people in the rain. getting into the game was nice, too -- when davis had 'a little less conversation' up from their packet, we pulled it up. we also got to play 'everybody's everything' and 'story in your eyes' first. go bears.
what should i do on friday (to celebrate the termination of midterms)? i was thinking maybe i could go and 'par-tay' afterwards, but there's also sam's 'drumline' watching party, 'better luck tomorrow' on shattuck, or 'catch me if you can' at superb. i think i'll settle for a date if that happens. i should get on that.
my registration for next fall is going to be super-spectacular, since i get to sign up for classes in may for phase i and in august (even better!) for phase ii. as for summer classes, i'm looking at twelve units (three classes), but getting it done would mean me getting to declare my major in time enough for me to graduate on time. hmmm... i think that's reason enough to finish up with a summer class. i'll have about a month between the last day of finals and the first day of summer sessions, but i figure that's not enough time for my brain to rot.
still looking for housing for next semester and the summer. i'd like a place that has dogs nearby. i like dogs.
and to think, i need to come up with another presentation idea so that i can give it to my professor before the next seminar meeting, gather the materials, and interview the respective people. it's good, i like being busy. for a change, i feel productive when i leave the house at around ten every morning, and not come home until around eight. i feel productive, yes, but at the same time a bit disjointed and discombobulated from the rest of the world.
i just keep thinking to myself, i only need to wait until friday. friday, everything will clear out. then i remember, saturday's not all that great either, and nor is sunday, since everyone's going to be celebrating easter. even if they're not catholic. which, i don't mind, of course, but still, it's the principle of the thing.
being more involved with hardboiled seems to put another interesting facet into my current university life. it's a new set of people, and a new set of things you just ultimately have to conform to and experience. it's nice to write something and try to be as objective as possible without sounding too preachy. it's also nice to hear critical comments from peers, to see how this new group of people interacts with one another both professionally and personally. it's ready, it's there, and it's for me to explore. i hope i get that position -- i think i can do an awesome job.
the first run of being director's assistant was fun. getting wet all through cal day and picnic day at davis was less-than-notable, but it was fun nonetheless. zack and my plans both pulled off well, and i think the phonez for the most part appreciated the effort. my back, my shoulders, and my feet have never ached so much the day after just standing up and playing a buttload of songs for people in the rain. getting into the game was nice, too -- when davis had 'a little less conversation' up from their packet, we pulled it up. we also got to play 'everybody's everything' and 'story in your eyes' first. go bears.
what should i do on friday (to celebrate the termination of midterms)? i was thinking maybe i could go and 'par-tay' afterwards, but there's also sam's 'drumline' watching party, 'better luck tomorrow' on shattuck, or 'catch me if you can' at superb. i think i'll settle for a date if that happens. i should get on that.
my registration for next fall is going to be super-spectacular, since i get to sign up for classes in may for phase i and in august (even better!) for phase ii. as for summer classes, i'm looking at twelve units (three classes), but getting it done would mean me getting to declare my major in time enough for me to graduate on time. hmmm... i think that's reason enough to finish up with a summer class. i'll have about a month between the last day of finals and the first day of summer sessions, but i figure that's not enough time for my brain to rot.
still looking for housing for next semester and the summer. i'd like a place that has dogs nearby. i like dogs.
4.08.2003
and to think that i forgot something to tell you after that marvelously long post.
i received word that i will be the director's assistant for the 2nd phonez next season. go bears.
i also received word that this thing they call a spring formal is in the air. i dunno if i'll go. maybe, maybe not. we'll see.
i don't think i mentioned to anyone that i'm looking at apartments with noli for the summer and for next fall. yes, i'm moving out of th.
i need to dabble in sleep sometime soon. fucking time change messed everything up.
voting for asuc: student representation at its ugliest.
i wish i could write things that were profound. i'm just utterly frustrated right now.
i received word that i will be the director's assistant for the 2nd phonez next season. go bears.
i also received word that this thing they call a spring formal is in the air. i dunno if i'll go. maybe, maybe not. we'll see.
i don't think i mentioned to anyone that i'm looking at apartments with noli for the summer and for next fall. yes, i'm moving out of th.
i need to dabble in sleep sometime soon. fucking time change messed everything up.
voting for asuc: student representation at its ugliest.
i wish i could write things that were profound. i'm just utterly frustrated right now.
oh, how i wish i could just write and not worry about somone else grading it... but as is the story of this entire university and the rest of my time here, i'm gonna have to write to impress people, only sometimes to inform them, but more often than not it's the former rather than the latter. i hate that, though, it makes me feel as if i'm whoring my skill to express myself for other people to judge my capability to think. it's disgusting.
then i think, wait, miguel, come on -- you're writing on an online weblog, one that people can access any freaking time of any freaking day from any freaking computer. aren't i writing to impress whoever's gonna come to this site and look at whatever i have to say, how awesome the layout looks, how i now have my own domain name, at how deep my thoughts can be while i can stay purely superficial?
there comes a point in web publishing, much like in any regular writing, that there's a line drawn somewhere set ultimately by the publisher himself to define how much of himself he wants to expose, to say, 'here i am, look at me,' to show other people how much stuff is floating around in his head and how he can organize his thoughts just as well on a canvas that translates code to display on a browser as on a piece of paper or a cotton layer with lead and graphite or acrylics and temperas. i wish i could let it all just hang out, per se, but i think in the end i'd be doing whoever's reading this a disservice rather than an in-depth look inside my head.
as truthful as i want to be, there really are things that need to stay unsaid, until of course you reach that breaking point wherein you're trying to just stay sane.
i've never had a problem expressing who i am, except maybe in junior high where i was the perfect wallflower. i was the weird new kid, transferring in from god-knows-where, looking all crazy and having apparently no accent at all. eighth grade, same thing, only this time, i had friends that would transfer to different high schools or would just not keep in touch with. in high school, my freshman year was one of the most defining moments of my life. it led me to be in the band, to meet a core group of friends that i would eventually stick with for the rest of my high school career (and am proud to say that i still am very good friends with them), and to be an honors student. i was in so many social circles -- the band geeks, the orch dorks, the honors crowd, the halfway nerds... by the end of high school, people knew who i was, and that felt good, to be recognized by your peersfor being yourself.
now it's the second semester of my college life, and things have changed so much already. of my high school friends that went to berkeley, i see none regularly; of the core group of friends in high school that i had, i talk to three regularly (which is an unfortunately small number); of the friends i have here at cal, nobody really knows what's going on inside my head. it's tough sometimes when all i have to talk to is my worn blue sketchbook that serves as a journal, and sometimes this laptop of mine that can double as a web-publishing tool, but when i need to talk to someone and i know that no one's going to understand me, it's tough. the silence that can happen in this very room, when the only sounds you hear are clickety-clacks of a computer keyboard or the subtle taps on the left mouse key, it can drive you mad.
and what am i trying to say? absolutely nothing. it's not as if i had anything better to do, because if i posted the goings-on of my everyday life, you will be bored as hell. you will know my monday-wednesday-friday schedule just as well as my tuesday-thursday schedule, that everyday will somehow seem to repeat itself. i can't believe myself that there's only about a month of instruction left for the semester... i guess i'm just in an extremely reflective mood lately since i'm overwhelmed with so many things at once.
yesterday was so crazy, what with going to lecture and then finishing up a paper and finishing up more papers and getting a writing assignment and interviewing people for a magazine article and meeting for a presentation and practicing and not sleeping until about 2. and today, even more crazy, with oral workshop, non-lunch, another lecture, another meeting, more busy work, and rehearsing for wind ensemble. it's really a wonder how someone can manage that much time and cram thirty-six hours into a twenty-four hour day.
my relationships with people are bit off-kilter. i've reconnected with my core, with megan, mikey, nate, carie, and band friends from high school, but the relationships i've formed here at cal i think are weirding me out. my roommates and i have gotten closer and at the same time more distant, my friends are all of a sudden busier, and the dynamics among me and a few people have drastically changed. needless to say, change is inevitable, but it was nice when everything went a little smoother and not everything was stretched and stressed out. i've made new connections, reconnected old ones, and strained the ones i've wanted to keep. there's a lot of work and a lot of difference talking to someone over aim or through an email and talking to them face-to-face.
which brings me back to those friends i haven't seen in a while. i miss you all terribly, that sometimes i wish i could just go back there and hug each and every one of you even if you don't remember who i am anymore. those friends i had in the ateneo, those friends that i had in middle school, those friends i had in high school, those friends, these friends, i have now, these friends who i know know me way too well yet at the same time know nothing. these friends are the people i care for the most, dare i even say moreso than family. we've gone through a lot of shit together, and sometimes i just want to thank you guys for everything you've done for me. no matter how long or short i've known you -- if you're joseph in manila, ryan in abu dhabi, miho in japan, miriam in germany, wes in australia, andrea in anaheim, bruce in boston, ladan in san francisco, jacob in my room, jon in rockridge, megan in los angeles, jay in vanderbilt, kim in san diego, nick in davis, shereen a few blocks away, liam in ireland, christina in virginia, or hell, if you're reading this -- i thank you so much for having been a part of my life, for leaving a dogear in this one chapter that's obviously not sprawled out for just everyone to see. (seems kinda oxymoronoic to be posting that on a blog, isn't it?)
this post might seem too long. it probably is, but i have a lot of things to say.
writing for the sake of writing, without getting a mark for it in the end... that's what i hope to accomplish with this little sucker here. whether you like it or not, i can actually care less since it's what i write, and not what you tell me to write. that's where the beauty of this thing comes from. it illicits a response that you wouldn't have felt otherwise. it's the ultimate in meeting something halfway, in forming a relationship with the author and the reader: that the author has some form of representation through his work, and that the reader, in some capacity, will try to understand that point of view presented to him. it's amazing what kind of relationship that is, so voluntary and so mandatory, to command your attention while you have the power to stop reading at anytime.
i feel kinda bad for how i've been acting the past few days -- a bit more stoic and apathetic to the general cause, something to the effect of living for myself since it's my life -- yet i have no urge to apologize for what i did, since i was just being myself, driven purely by my head and what i thought would be best for me. it can easily come across as selfish (and to an extent, it probably was), but i guess it's just in my nature to act like this since i've grown up like this. it's a weak argument, for sure. it's just the fact that i can't seem to explain myself any further than i can.
trying to explain myself to other people is one of my biggest peeves. if ihave a bad day, for example, the most you'll probably ever get out of me is a "meh" or even a "nothing, i'm fine" since about seventy bajillion people have asked the same question before you, and that i've answered them with the most meticulous details, and now i'm just repeating myself because no one else was paying any attention. you try it sometime: you'll see how quickly a question can get on your nerves and frustrate the hell out of you by the third asking.
i feel like i should be talking to somebody about this, but i guess writing it out is the simplest way for me to do this. if you end up reading this, you just found out a nice big chunk about me, and if you didn't, well, you'd be lying to yourself, otherwise, you wouldn't be reading this line had you not read this. (i've confused myself, don't worry.) it's that silence again, creeping past every curve of my surroundings, the keyboard maliciously click-clacking away, to a rhythm that resembles evil laughter and a pained expression of processing thoughts into actions into something that you'll see on a browser, one mouse-click away from the rest of the world.
for now, i'll just sit in my corner and appreciate the silence. maybe i'll put some headphones on and jam on some wilco or coldplay or radiohead, but at least i'll be sitting. if i impressed you, let me know. i promise i'll try to stay away from that next time.
then i think, wait, miguel, come on -- you're writing on an online weblog, one that people can access any freaking time of any freaking day from any freaking computer. aren't i writing to impress whoever's gonna come to this site and look at whatever i have to say, how awesome the layout looks, how i now have my own domain name, at how deep my thoughts can be while i can stay purely superficial?
there comes a point in web publishing, much like in any regular writing, that there's a line drawn somewhere set ultimately by the publisher himself to define how much of himself he wants to expose, to say, 'here i am, look at me,' to show other people how much stuff is floating around in his head and how he can organize his thoughts just as well on a canvas that translates code to display on a browser as on a piece of paper or a cotton layer with lead and graphite or acrylics and temperas. i wish i could let it all just hang out, per se, but i think in the end i'd be doing whoever's reading this a disservice rather than an in-depth look inside my head.
as truthful as i want to be, there really are things that need to stay unsaid, until of course you reach that breaking point wherein you're trying to just stay sane.
i've never had a problem expressing who i am, except maybe in junior high where i was the perfect wallflower. i was the weird new kid, transferring in from god-knows-where, looking all crazy and having apparently no accent at all. eighth grade, same thing, only this time, i had friends that would transfer to different high schools or would just not keep in touch with. in high school, my freshman year was one of the most defining moments of my life. it led me to be in the band, to meet a core group of friends that i would eventually stick with for the rest of my high school career (and am proud to say that i still am very good friends with them), and to be an honors student. i was in so many social circles -- the band geeks, the orch dorks, the honors crowd, the halfway nerds... by the end of high school, people knew who i was, and that felt good, to be recognized by your peersfor being yourself.
now it's the second semester of my college life, and things have changed so much already. of my high school friends that went to berkeley, i see none regularly; of the core group of friends in high school that i had, i talk to three regularly (which is an unfortunately small number); of the friends i have here at cal, nobody really knows what's going on inside my head. it's tough sometimes when all i have to talk to is my worn blue sketchbook that serves as a journal, and sometimes this laptop of mine that can double as a web-publishing tool, but when i need to talk to someone and i know that no one's going to understand me, it's tough. the silence that can happen in this very room, when the only sounds you hear are clickety-clacks of a computer keyboard or the subtle taps on the left mouse key, it can drive you mad.
and what am i trying to say? absolutely nothing. it's not as if i had anything better to do, because if i posted the goings-on of my everyday life, you will be bored as hell. you will know my monday-wednesday-friday schedule just as well as my tuesday-thursday schedule, that everyday will somehow seem to repeat itself. i can't believe myself that there's only about a month of instruction left for the semester... i guess i'm just in an extremely reflective mood lately since i'm overwhelmed with so many things at once.
yesterday was so crazy, what with going to lecture and then finishing up a paper and finishing up more papers and getting a writing assignment and interviewing people for a magazine article and meeting for a presentation and practicing and not sleeping until about 2. and today, even more crazy, with oral workshop, non-lunch, another lecture, another meeting, more busy work, and rehearsing for wind ensemble. it's really a wonder how someone can manage that much time and cram thirty-six hours into a twenty-four hour day.
my relationships with people are bit off-kilter. i've reconnected with my core, with megan, mikey, nate, carie, and band friends from high school, but the relationships i've formed here at cal i think are weirding me out. my roommates and i have gotten closer and at the same time more distant, my friends are all of a sudden busier, and the dynamics among me and a few people have drastically changed. needless to say, change is inevitable, but it was nice when everything went a little smoother and not everything was stretched and stressed out. i've made new connections, reconnected old ones, and strained the ones i've wanted to keep. there's a lot of work and a lot of difference talking to someone over aim or through an email and talking to them face-to-face.
which brings me back to those friends i haven't seen in a while. i miss you all terribly, that sometimes i wish i could just go back there and hug each and every one of you even if you don't remember who i am anymore. those friends i had in the ateneo, those friends that i had in middle school, those friends i had in high school, those friends, these friends, i have now, these friends who i know know me way too well yet at the same time know nothing. these friends are the people i care for the most, dare i even say moreso than family. we've gone through a lot of shit together, and sometimes i just want to thank you guys for everything you've done for me. no matter how long or short i've known you -- if you're joseph in manila, ryan in abu dhabi, miho in japan, miriam in germany, wes in australia, andrea in anaheim, bruce in boston, ladan in san francisco, jacob in my room, jon in rockridge, megan in los angeles, jay in vanderbilt, kim in san diego, nick in davis, shereen a few blocks away, liam in ireland, christina in virginia, or hell, if you're reading this -- i thank you so much for having been a part of my life, for leaving a dogear in this one chapter that's obviously not sprawled out for just everyone to see. (seems kinda oxymoronoic to be posting that on a blog, isn't it?)
this post might seem too long. it probably is, but i have a lot of things to say.
writing for the sake of writing, without getting a mark for it in the end... that's what i hope to accomplish with this little sucker here. whether you like it or not, i can actually care less since it's what i write, and not what you tell me to write. that's where the beauty of this thing comes from. it illicits a response that you wouldn't have felt otherwise. it's the ultimate in meeting something halfway, in forming a relationship with the author and the reader: that the author has some form of representation through his work, and that the reader, in some capacity, will try to understand that point of view presented to him. it's amazing what kind of relationship that is, so voluntary and so mandatory, to command your attention while you have the power to stop reading at anytime.
i feel kinda bad for how i've been acting the past few days -- a bit more stoic and apathetic to the general cause, something to the effect of living for myself since it's my life -- yet i have no urge to apologize for what i did, since i was just being myself, driven purely by my head and what i thought would be best for me. it can easily come across as selfish (and to an extent, it probably was), but i guess it's just in my nature to act like this since i've grown up like this. it's a weak argument, for sure. it's just the fact that i can't seem to explain myself any further than i can.
trying to explain myself to other people is one of my biggest peeves. if ihave a bad day, for example, the most you'll probably ever get out of me is a "meh" or even a "nothing, i'm fine" since about seventy bajillion people have asked the same question before you, and that i've answered them with the most meticulous details, and now i'm just repeating myself because no one else was paying any attention. you try it sometime: you'll see how quickly a question can get on your nerves and frustrate the hell out of you by the third asking.
i feel like i should be talking to somebody about this, but i guess writing it out is the simplest way for me to do this. if you end up reading this, you just found out a nice big chunk about me, and if you didn't, well, you'd be lying to yourself, otherwise, you wouldn't be reading this line had you not read this. (i've confused myself, don't worry.) it's that silence again, creeping past every curve of my surroundings, the keyboard maliciously click-clacking away, to a rhythm that resembles evil laughter and a pained expression of processing thoughts into actions into something that you'll see on a browser, one mouse-click away from the rest of the world.
for now, i'll just sit in my corner and appreciate the silence. maybe i'll put some headphones on and jam on some wilco or coldplay or radiohead, but at least i'll be sitting. if i impressed you, let me know. i promise i'll try to stay away from that next time.
4.06.2003
the very fact that i lost an hour of sleep while i was sleeping perturbs me.
last night was hit the slopes, the biggest party my house will ever host. see, the house is four floors -- you start by entering the third floor fire escape and make your way "down the slope" to the basement. along the way you'll see themed rooms that serve theme drinks; on the common floor there's a dj and a social area, and in the basement, there's a live band and two kegs. imagine the chaos and the good times people were having as around three hundred of them were in this house, dancing, drinking, and enjoying themselves.
our room theme was bhangra (for those of you who don't know, it's indian music), and every half-hour we started a dance break. by the end of the night, there were more dancers than spectators, and even though our room lacked in decorations, we compensated for the fun factor. if you were there, you knew we were having fun.
on another fun little thing: since syracuse won over texas, i win the "steve lavin memorial pool" that i didn't even think i had a chance to win. now i just want syracuse to take the whole thing since nobody here expected arizona to lose... i just don't want kansas to win, since, well, they kinda really suck. (plus they're close to oklahoma.) anyway, had texas won, jon stan would have won the money. but he didn't. hehe. and no, i'm not gloating. maybe a little. okay. i am.
and now it's 2 pm, and i just got up and it feels as if it's 5 already. gah. i hate daylight savings time. and there's still so much left for me to do.
last night was hit the slopes, the biggest party my house will ever host. see, the house is four floors -- you start by entering the third floor fire escape and make your way "down the slope" to the basement. along the way you'll see themed rooms that serve theme drinks; on the common floor there's a dj and a social area, and in the basement, there's a live band and two kegs. imagine the chaos and the good times people were having as around three hundred of them were in this house, dancing, drinking, and enjoying themselves.
our room theme was bhangra (for those of you who don't know, it's indian music), and every half-hour we started a dance break. by the end of the night, there were more dancers than spectators, and even though our room lacked in decorations, we compensated for the fun factor. if you were there, you knew we were having fun.
on another fun little thing: since syracuse won over texas, i win the "steve lavin memorial pool" that i didn't even think i had a chance to win. now i just want syracuse to take the whole thing since nobody here expected arizona to lose... i just don't want kansas to win, since, well, they kinda really suck. (plus they're close to oklahoma.) anyway, had texas won, jon stan would have won the money. but he didn't. hehe. and no, i'm not gloating. maybe a little. okay. i am.
and now it's 2 pm, and i just got up and it feels as if it's 5 already. gah. i hate daylight savings time. and there's still so much left for me to do.
4.04.2003
one thing i like the most about berkeley weather is the rain part. i love the rain. it reminds me of my childhood a lot, when we'd go outside and play and get soaked. it never happens here, but school would sometimes get canceled because of rain. storms or typhoons or monsoons, that was the best part about living in a country in the torrid zone. it would sometimes happen, though, that school would get canceled as we were on the way to school, so by the time we got to school and saw no one there we'd realize that it was a free day and head straight back home. the smell of the air, too, right before and right after it rains -- it brings me back, and i really like that. the only thing i'd miss would be a waft of cigarette smoke and a humid summer evening with a tinge of alcohol and something on the grill. that's a complete memory of my childhood in the philippines, hanging around everybody who would be in such the gathering.
as for recent goings-on: getting back in the swing of things is fun, but very difficult and laborious at the same time. one after another, it's meetings, essay revisions, papers, lectures, presentation groups, oral workshops, literary analysis of poetic rhetoric in spanish, portuguese grammar sessions, discussion section, dates, dinner meetings, getting food, trying to stay sane, thinking of what i can do to make someone smile, wind ensemble rehearsals, avoiding those goddamned people with the picket signs and fliers trying to get themselves elected into the asuc senate, going to brh, making masters for davis picnic day packets, homework, e-mails... it just never ends. it's definitely nice to be back, though.
and oh yes, the planned china trip was cancelled. the sars epidemic, the war on iraq, the fact that we really do not want to toy with the lives and safety of about one hundred people and take the hugest risk we want to take, those are some reasons. i'm bummed out that we're not going, but i know it's definitely for the better, and that those six people in ex-comm must have had the hardest time to decide something like that. it would have been a disaster, just thinking of the ramifications that could occur as a result of going. we can't live in what ifs and i regret thats and would haves, though. whatever they decided was what was the best for us, and i thank them for that.
i just caught up with a few of my best friends. that was nice talking to mikey and carie and nate. i really hadn't seen any of them for the longest time now. i think the last time i saw mike and carie were after graduation, a month after that. the last time i saw nate was over winter break. suffice to say that i haven't seen them at all this year, but it's good to know that we're all still very good friends after four years of stupid crap. i miss those guys a lot. maybe i'll plan a random weekend to just go back down to los angeles and catch up. that ought to be fun.
things are starting to pile up one after another again. midterm season is here, and in a mere few weeks finals are going to bite our heads off. i think it'll be better than last time. none of that crazy geology and social construction of race stuff this time around -- nope, this time, it's all smooth. i actually like the classes i'm in now.
i will survive.
as for recent goings-on: getting back in the swing of things is fun, but very difficult and laborious at the same time. one after another, it's meetings, essay revisions, papers, lectures, presentation groups, oral workshops, literary analysis of poetic rhetoric in spanish, portuguese grammar sessions, discussion section, dates, dinner meetings, getting food, trying to stay sane, thinking of what i can do to make someone smile, wind ensemble rehearsals, avoiding those goddamned people with the picket signs and fliers trying to get themselves elected into the asuc senate, going to brh, making masters for davis picnic day packets, homework, e-mails... it just never ends. it's definitely nice to be back, though.
and oh yes, the planned china trip was cancelled. the sars epidemic, the war on iraq, the fact that we really do not want to toy with the lives and safety of about one hundred people and take the hugest risk we want to take, those are some reasons. i'm bummed out that we're not going, but i know it's definitely for the better, and that those six people in ex-comm must have had the hardest time to decide something like that. it would have been a disaster, just thinking of the ramifications that could occur as a result of going. we can't live in what ifs and i regret thats and would haves, though. whatever they decided was what was the best for us, and i thank them for that.
i just caught up with a few of my best friends. that was nice talking to mikey and carie and nate. i really hadn't seen any of them for the longest time now. i think the last time i saw mike and carie were after graduation, a month after that. the last time i saw nate was over winter break. suffice to say that i haven't seen them at all this year, but it's good to know that we're all still very good friends after four years of stupid crap. i miss those guys a lot. maybe i'll plan a random weekend to just go back down to los angeles and catch up. that ought to be fun.
things are starting to pile up one after another again. midterm season is here, and in a mere few weeks finals are going to bite our heads off. i think it'll be better than last time. none of that crazy geology and social construction of race stuff this time around -- nope, this time, it's all smooth. i actually like the classes i'm in now.
i will survive.
4.02.2003
the new template is finally up. (tell me whether or not you like it!) yeah, i was kinda sick of the dark blue-orange-cream-gray thing, it was looking a little too depressing. i opted for white and something easy on the eyes. simple, yet functional. like modern architecture. or something like that. (a urinal, maybe?)
the weather's been really kooky down here. last week it was nic and sunny and particularly conducive to going outside. this week so far has been cold, dreary, and wet. i guess i like it more than the sunshine, though. it gives berkeley that character, a certain je ne sais quoi (yes, i really did just say je ne sais quoi) that sets it apart from southern california. i've probably said this a million times, but southern california rain feels just a little fake. the people, too. but i guess i can live with that. i think.
it's nice to get back in the swing of things after having been gone for three weeks. it's only second nature to write a four-page essay until three in the morning, or a draft in portuguese with a workshop partner. now, add a little fun here and there, a certain someone, the fact that i might get to win the ncaa tournament pool we have going (come on, syracuse, give it to me, baby), and a steady and stable events calendar. what do you get? a healthy, balanced miguel, complete with vitamins and minerals. and of course, you can't forget the seven new dipping sauces. they're all marvelous.
march went by too fast, but it was too good. i'm still trying to recover from everything -- it's true, i wonder about it every morning. things are kinda normal now. not too bad, not fantastic. my roommates are all a tid edgy, i'm a tid gone. it's a tradeoff i can live with for now. it works, and it wastes nobody's time.
this is a kick-ass template, isn't it, guys? kick-ass! you know. it's like a fun little new thing that's kinda like a thing. you know. a thing. fun.
go bears. tell me what you think of the site!
the weather's been really kooky down here. last week it was nic and sunny and particularly conducive to going outside. this week so far has been cold, dreary, and wet. i guess i like it more than the sunshine, though. it gives berkeley that character, a certain je ne sais quoi (yes, i really did just say je ne sais quoi) that sets it apart from southern california. i've probably said this a million times, but southern california rain feels just a little fake. the people, too. but i guess i can live with that. i think.
it's nice to get back in the swing of things after having been gone for three weeks. it's only second nature to write a four-page essay until three in the morning, or a draft in portuguese with a workshop partner. now, add a little fun here and there, a certain someone, the fact that i might get to win the ncaa tournament pool we have going (come on, syracuse, give it to me, baby), and a steady and stable events calendar. what do you get? a healthy, balanced miguel, complete with vitamins and minerals. and of course, you can't forget the seven new dipping sauces. they're all marvelous.
march went by too fast, but it was too good. i'm still trying to recover from everything -- it's true, i wonder about it every morning. things are kinda normal now. not too bad, not fantastic. my roommates are all a tid edgy, i'm a tid gone. it's a tradeoff i can live with for now. it works, and it wastes nobody's time.
this is a kick-ass template, isn't it, guys? kick-ass! you know. it's like a fun little new thing that's kinda like a thing. you know. a thing. fun.
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you feel so small sometimes
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