migblog

this is a post of... well, you figure it out.

what the hell did people do before computers? play cards? send smoke signals? hunt for buffalo?

okay, i know, it's an excuse to take away from exclusive study-for-your-spanish-final-in-less-than-twenty-four-hours time, but seriously, folks: before this crazy boom of information otherwise known as the world wide web decided to puke in this area of the world known as cyberspace, what did people do for fun? i mean, everyday, i'm connected twenty-four/seven to this quasi-infinite tap of information. if i wanted to look something up, anything, from elvis to elves to elvish impersonators, i can type something in a search engine and go from there. it's so fast, and so creepy.

creepy in the sense that, if i type my name, eventually my website comes up or websites containing all this information about me pop up. and that's just me: now imagine my network of friends, and if i googled them. what do you get? mounds and mounds of useless information that only stalkers would enjoy (just admit it, you do it too.) -- like how someone was in the jazz band of their high school, or how another friend of yours was math club president, or how you never knew your roommate was the fastest runner in his school district. then you get the bizarre, some weird mentions of people's names in other people's websites, and the downright outrageous. try it sometime; if you google a name or two or hell, all of the people you ever knew. it could lead to some interesting background information, or just some eerie revelation about someone you know.

the days in berkeley are getting more and more beautiful, my goodness. each day seems to surpass the previous one with the weather and the circumstances it brings. like the course of this week, from extreme boredom on monday, review sessions on tuesday, two finals on wednesday, commencements on thursday, and relaxation now. tomorrow's another final, but i can deal with that. it's not going to kill me, or at least i don't think so. even still, if i get a b- or even a c in the class, then my gpa would be brought down to a ghastly (gasp!) three-point-seven. yeah, i know. you hate me. so far it's a four-point-oh. i'm not complaining.

tomorrow, i look forward to the commencement of the college of engineering (more than a handful of people are going to be graduating, band or otherwise -- there's joe igber, for goodness' sake!), my final final of the semester, and then, a week and a half of finishing shit up and figuring shit out. hopefully in the midst of all that i'm somewhat drunk or experiencing the throes of orgasm with another person, or maybe even reading a good book or two while doing laundry. anywho, i'm done after three-thirty tomorrow. show me love.

and on a very, very good note, i found out from the parking and transportation office as well as ucpd that my cellphone had been found. hallelujah, no bastards used it, and amen, thanks to whoever turned it back in. however, i can't get to retrieving my cellphone until wednesday because of this wonderful summer schedule that the lost and found department has. they may be such angel for keeping and having my phone, but they're bitches since they don't open until wednesday. i hate bitchy angels. they're the worst kind. (or maybe it was angelic bitches, if there are such things...)

yes, i'm still writing. it keeps me from looking at another spanish word, and that notebook staring me in the face. i know you're there, i'm just choosing to ignore you. like the one kid who tries so hard to fit in but fails to do so since, well, the irony of it all is that he tries too hard. i know a couple of people like that in my life. such a sad, sad construction to be in. glad i'm not in anything like that.

my schedule for the following soon, then, goes as so: saturday, miguel attends the engineering commencement at the greek to cheer on awesome people, then takes his last final of the semester, then probably will get back to his room and 'celebrate,' if you know what i mean. then sunday to next sunday, absolutely nothing, then monday and tuesday, even more absolutely nothing, until wednesday the fourth of june rolls around, in which case he will be flying back to anaheim hells (er, hills). it's like a pilgrimage, only there's no real spiritual fulfillment to be made. i just like the word.

i should be back from the fiery depths of the hells around june nineteenth or the twentieth by way of minivan, probably, to aid with the moving of stuffs. then i dawdle for three days, and then summer sessions start. woo. i'm so excited. two math classes. joy. rest assured, i'll keep you updated during my time in the purgatorio. hopefully my smart friends in limbo would know how to help a sinner out. or something. i'm not even studying dante, and i'm still alluding him. gah.

anyone out there interested in contributing to a magazinedealiemabob that i'm working on this summer? by 'contribute' i really mean 'whore your talent for free,' but you know. submissions will include anything and everything that's printable. yes, liam, even that condom collage of yours. i'll probably publish it online and you can print it out from there, but i'm hoping to make do of this newfound lots of time that i have. if you're interested at all, leave a comment or a tag with your email, so i can get back to you more on specifics and shtuff. yay. i feel productive, even though i'm procrastinating.at this very moment. so sue me.

in other news, i still need money, a new computer, and a job. someone hire me. i'm good at something. i think.

posted by Open Source Food @ 5:58 PM