happy halloween, everyone.
parties are starting and i'm still sitting here, wearing what i wore to class today: a red sweater, a new pair of corduroys, black socks, and my trusty leather diesels. (i've been wearing shoes the whole day; even when it was probably more comfortable to take them off than to have them on. i'm somewhat masochistic like that.) people on campus were wearing ridiculous outfits (read: do not go to class wearing a unitard and butterfly wings when it's a chilly fifty-three degrees outside because you will look like a fool and damn did she look like a fool today) and i opted to style it up. whatever works. it's only a day.
last sunday was the quarter-year of liam's passing. like i've been saying, it's tough to go on long silences without thinking of what happened, though it gets easier and easier to deal with every day that goes along. can't believe it's already been that much time.
the whole castro thing is overrated, now with the bash being regulated by city officials. what would usually be the most debaucherous and licentious night of three hundred sixty-five has been reduced to a tame block party. i guess it's a good thing; at least this time around, no one's gonna die from the inches of inches of broken glass on the streets or pee wherever they feel like it. and i don't think it's such a big deal, considering there are dozens and dozens upon hundreds of parties going on at this hour.
speaking of which, i've been mulling over whether or not i should go to this ginormous party going on on the other side of campus. (makes me feel like taking the bus.) knowing me i'll probably make an appearance and then sulk back home. at least, my friends, there is booze.
i think i'll think about this a little longer. in the meantime, enjoy yourselves, kids -- look at your candy before you eat it, make sure there aren't any sharp objects stuck in the candy -- and i hope you tp'ed that old bitch's house real well (orange juice on the front lawn works great, too).
happy halloween. (overrated.)
migblog
10.31.2003
10.26.2003
scary movie three was good for a laugh, and alias was still awesome. and so, yes, that concludes today, with miguel and his chapped lips being healed back to life by aloha pineapple jamba juice lip balm. i also got some pretty awesome new duds, and in a few days i will also be gearing up for the bestest saturday ever (halloween? maybe).
i would also like to wish you good night. or, to be more musical about it: so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good night. (the adieu was somewhere in there, but i think it was lost in the second or third verse.)
today was very good. i got milk.
i would also like to wish you good night. or, to be more musical about it: so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good night. (the adieu was somewhere in there, but i think it was lost in the second or third verse.)
today was very good. i got milk.
today, if it were a painting, would be something by salvador dali because it, of course, has been utterly surreal.
i woke up from a good night's sleep, which is quite a marvel since i haven't been sleeping well at all. i think a big reason was the extra hour gain, so in theory, i slept an hour more or something. and seeing rockridge at eleven without any people on the streets was a bit unnerving. (i remembered halfway through my walk to the bart station that today was sunday.) then, with my unkempt hair, there was the most interesting bart ride of all bart rides -- as i sat alone in car seven of a ten-car, san francisco-bound train, a family of mexicans surrounded me, started speaking loud spanish, and finally left their post at the embarcadero station. somewhere in between the rockridge bart to the embarcedero, though, some weird asian kid all of a sudden came up to them and started saying, "mucho dinero. mucho dinero." it was definitely weird, since the kid obviously kknnew only elementary (if even that much) spanish, sounding as if he were mocking the mexicans. but they laughed, gave the kid a quarter, and told him to keep moving.
i got to powell street station, and, considering it was a quarter til eleven and i had not yet eaten anything, i ended up sucking on a venti mocha frappucino until my parents picked me up from the san francisco shopping center on market street. then, we gallivanted around union square, went around the city, and then, went home. (there was food in the process, and lots of shopping.) although being with your parents for hours at a time can be a bit aggravating sometimes, it's nice when they just accept what's going on as what's going on. no pretense. nothing. which was a very nice change from last summer, when all they did was badgere me left and right about what i have and haven't done.
in about a half hour i'll go see scary movie three with the beth. my lips are unforgivingly chapped, the air is still remarkably dry. and tonight, alias at my place with the sam. i need to do my laundry, fix my acedemia, and find some chapstick, fast (in no particular order, of course).
*(in the middle of typing this up, miguel finds some wonderful jamba juice chapstick, aptly flavored aloha pineapple as a welcome jaunt into step one of curing his chapped lips. he celebrates and calls the find "serendipitous" and "awesome.")
the weekend was good, with the 'rents coming in on friday, the win on saturday afternoon, the gin-and-tonic-and-hookah extravaganza on saturday night, and the city this morning. tonight, there's the beth and the sam, and maybe even the beginning of operation: laundry time phase one. yeah. i just need to stay hydrated.
i woke up from a good night's sleep, which is quite a marvel since i haven't been sleeping well at all. i think a big reason was the extra hour gain, so in theory, i slept an hour more or something. and seeing rockridge at eleven without any people on the streets was a bit unnerving. (i remembered halfway through my walk to the bart station that today was sunday.) then, with my unkempt hair, there was the most interesting bart ride of all bart rides -- as i sat alone in car seven of a ten-car, san francisco-bound train, a family of mexicans surrounded me, started speaking loud spanish, and finally left their post at the embarcadero station. somewhere in between the rockridge bart to the embarcedero, though, some weird asian kid all of a sudden came up to them and started saying, "mucho dinero. mucho dinero." it was definitely weird, since the kid obviously kknnew only elementary (if even that much) spanish, sounding as if he were mocking the mexicans. but they laughed, gave the kid a quarter, and told him to keep moving.
i got to powell street station, and, considering it was a quarter til eleven and i had not yet eaten anything, i ended up sucking on a venti mocha frappucino until my parents picked me up from the san francisco shopping center on market street. then, we gallivanted around union square, went around the city, and then, went home. (there was food in the process, and lots of shopping.) although being with your parents for hours at a time can be a bit aggravating sometimes, it's nice when they just accept what's going on as what's going on. no pretense. nothing. which was a very nice change from last summer, when all they did was badgere me left and right about what i have and haven't done.
in about a half hour i'll go see scary movie three with the beth. my lips are unforgivingly chapped, the air is still remarkably dry. and tonight, alias at my place with the sam. i need to do my laundry, fix my acedemia, and find some chapstick, fast (in no particular order, of course).
*(in the middle of typing this up, miguel finds some wonderful jamba juice chapstick, aptly flavored aloha pineapple as a welcome jaunt into step one of curing his chapped lips. he celebrates and calls the find "serendipitous" and "awesome.")
the weekend was good, with the 'rents coming in on friday, the win on saturday afternoon, the gin-and-tonic-and-hookah extravaganza on saturday night, and the city this morning. tonight, there's the beth and the sam, and maybe even the beginning of operation: laundry time phase one. yeah. i just need to stay hydrated.
10.24.2003
i never thought that i would ever be posting from the computer labs here in b-twenty-one dwinelle, in the basement where the language center is. the keyboards are unusually small; there's a function key which gets in the way of the control key (since the size of the keyboard is about three-quarters of a regular keyboard, therefore bypassing the keypad), annd the internet connection is a little too fast for me to handle.
it's eerily quiet; i mean, it's a friday, which is understandable -- either all the kids who decided to party on thursday night are feeling the consequences are all in class, or they're all anxious to get out of this building in the mere fifteen minutes we have left. as for me, well, my parents and a few relatives are coming up to see me over the weekend (starting today! yay!), there's a football gamme i'm extremely anxious about, saturday night (oh god yes i'm going to be in the city what what), and the sunday of, hopefully, an awesome afterglow.
i finished my essay twenty minutes ago. i guess i should have just gone home to give me somewhat of a headstart to clean up before my parents see my messy, messy room, and to give myself clean clothes before the weekend begins. meh, i guess i'll see what happens when i'm frantically getting everything done immediately after rehearsal.
speaking of which, i should really get back to what i'm doing. (i never type this fast in spanish, and our gsi is looking at me funny, like i'm cheating or something.) well, what can you say, i was in an honors class in high school, which meant i'm one of the best cheaters out there.
all right. i'm out. PIECE, as bruno would say.
it's eerily quiet; i mean, it's a friday, which is understandable -- either all the kids who decided to party on thursday night are feeling the consequences are all in class, or they're all anxious to get out of this building in the mere fifteen minutes we have left. as for me, well, my parents and a few relatives are coming up to see me over the weekend (starting today! yay!), there's a football gamme i'm extremely anxious about, saturday night (oh god yes i'm going to be in the city what what), and the sunday of, hopefully, an awesome afterglow.
i finished my essay twenty minutes ago. i guess i should have just gone home to give me somewhat of a headstart to clean up before my parents see my messy, messy room, and to give myself clean clothes before the weekend begins. meh, i guess i'll see what happens when i'm frantically getting everything done immediately after rehearsal.
speaking of which, i should really get back to what i'm doing. (i never type this fast in spanish, and our gsi is looking at me funny, like i'm cheating or something.) well, what can you say, i was in an honors class in high school, which meant i'm one of the best cheaters out there.
all right. i'm out. PIECE, as bruno would say.
10.20.2003
la vida dolorosa lets me say that, before i say anything, the cubbies and the sox disappointed me heavily last week before i went to los angeles, in which case i was disappointed by the bears.
i've noticed that i haven't written much, if any, poetry lately. i think it's due to the fact that i don't feel obligated to analyze and rethink each and every waking moment of my life anymore, and that everything is rushed, but i feel like i can't express myself through that outlet anymore. i'll still write, of course i'll still write, but i won't have any poems up unless i have a necessary purge through that outlet. what i'm saying is, expect a lot less things in verse, and a lot more things of streams of consciousness that don't need any grammatical reassurance or license, poetic or not.
despite the fact that the domain name will remain under the poet caption, i think i have enough license to say that i'm still somewhat of a poet considering i still write much differently than i do talk. i have many distinct voices and styles; you can tell that it's not me writing if i had someone else try and keep this up for a week. and you would be able to tell that i'm not the one talking to you over the phone if i didn't use some of my adapted phrases. anywho. like alexandra said, "those deadbeat muses abandoned me again, this time leaving me sitting still as a statue in a coffeeshop, racking my brain for something to write about." and i don't want writing poetry to be that way.
i do feel like i'm being stagnant, now with these crises i have to verily deal with. i'm not getting enough sleep, i'm sick, i'm behind in two classes, i'm registered but not paid, i'm causing my roommate endless amounts of things he doesn't need nor does he ever need to handle, i'm broke, i'm in debt, i'm trying to figure out what to do with myself, my grandmother is going through the toughest time in her life, my parents are a lot estranged from me, i haven't talked to neither of my younger siblings in two years, i've received no news from my father, i'm getting tired of having to be the one to not say anything all the time, i'm in a relationship i don't think i deserve, and lastly, i sometimes feel a little superfluous and unnecessary that i would hate to be a mark on these people's lives.
i told my layout staff that laying out a page should reflect yourself, that it should be somewhat parallel to what you wear or how you carry yourself in public. i'm putting that to heart with what i'm writing, because sooner or later, i'm not going to be wearing the color orange any more often than i am going to wear the color purple, nor am i going to write a verse over a couplet or a quatrain. i just need to think things over, re-evaluate (something i've found myself doing for the longest time now), and try to focus again (focus in this case meaning to study instead of going to a beerfest, to do homework instead of watching alias reruns, to get stuff that needs to be done for either the band or the magazine first instead of surfing the internet for countless hours, and trying to be a better person when it comes to dealing with difficult personalities).
hate me if you must, but i think i'll just continue going with the redundancy of university life and hope to dear goodness that everything works out, especially now that i'm more than fucked for the next semester.
i miss you all. say hello or something. make me feel better.
i've noticed that i haven't written much, if any, poetry lately. i think it's due to the fact that i don't feel obligated to analyze and rethink each and every waking moment of my life anymore, and that everything is rushed, but i feel like i can't express myself through that outlet anymore. i'll still write, of course i'll still write, but i won't have any poems up unless i have a necessary purge through that outlet. what i'm saying is, expect a lot less things in verse, and a lot more things of streams of consciousness that don't need any grammatical reassurance or license, poetic or not.
despite the fact that the domain name will remain under the poet caption, i think i have enough license to say that i'm still somewhat of a poet considering i still write much differently than i do talk. i have many distinct voices and styles; you can tell that it's not me writing if i had someone else try and keep this up for a week. and you would be able to tell that i'm not the one talking to you over the phone if i didn't use some of my adapted phrases. anywho. like alexandra said, "those deadbeat muses abandoned me again, this time leaving me sitting still as a statue in a coffeeshop, racking my brain for something to write about." and i don't want writing poetry to be that way.
i do feel like i'm being stagnant, now with these crises i have to verily deal with. i'm not getting enough sleep, i'm sick, i'm behind in two classes, i'm registered but not paid, i'm causing my roommate endless amounts of things he doesn't need nor does he ever need to handle, i'm broke, i'm in debt, i'm trying to figure out what to do with myself, my grandmother is going through the toughest time in her life, my parents are a lot estranged from me, i haven't talked to neither of my younger siblings in two years, i've received no news from my father, i'm getting tired of having to be the one to not say anything all the time, i'm in a relationship i don't think i deserve, and lastly, i sometimes feel a little superfluous and unnecessary that i would hate to be a mark on these people's lives.
i told my layout staff that laying out a page should reflect yourself, that it should be somewhat parallel to what you wear or how you carry yourself in public. i'm putting that to heart with what i'm writing, because sooner or later, i'm not going to be wearing the color orange any more often than i am going to wear the color purple, nor am i going to write a verse over a couplet or a quatrain. i just need to think things over, re-evaluate (something i've found myself doing for the longest time now), and try to focus again (focus in this case meaning to study instead of going to a beerfest, to do homework instead of watching alias reruns, to get stuff that needs to be done for either the band or the magazine first instead of surfing the internet for countless hours, and trying to be a better person when it comes to dealing with difficult personalities).
hate me if you must, but i think i'll just continue going with the redundancy of university life and hope to dear goodness that everything works out, especially now that i'm more than fucked for the next semester.
i miss you all. say hello or something. make me feel better.
10.19.2003
i am still wearing allison moe's shirt. (yeah, it's pretty hot.)
the la roadtrip was an overall good times trip, even though the team put us through another gut-wrenching loss in overtime, with fredrickson missing the kick. tedford magic didn't quite get through to the team this time around; i guess we'll all have to wait another season until the bears really kick some ass.
the bus trip there was very much a success, starting from boone's before onramp (and for four of us, boone's before college) and continuing with the glorious schedule of activities on the u.s.s. tarnished virginity. at the first rest stop, you could tell that a good majority of our bus was faded because everyone was almost creaming their pants on how good chicken mcnuggets tasted.
the debauchery continued up until about two hours before we reached los angeles proper, where we would sober up and have an hour of downtime until we had to perform at one of our major fundraising gigs, this time around in the wilshire ebell theatre. i met up with my mom, had her meet some good friends of mine, and played my heart out for some of these people who, for the whole time, had huge smiles on their faces.
we got back to the hotel, and eddie ordered a bottle of chardonnay from room service. david soon followed suit and ordered a new york strip steak that cost him twenty-five dollars. afterwards, we had a bitch session, and sooner or later it turned into a ginormous gossipfest involving many of the clarinets and disgusted faces.
the morning was more interesting: donuts were at six, and buses were to be loaded at seven-thirty, but around that time the self-proclaimed fearsome foursome room were all still sleeping. after four rounds of knocking on their door and calling the room, they finally woke up, no time to spare. and then, our dumpies (bus drivers for you non-band folks out there) all get lost, we finally end up on the rehearsal field, and it's already uncharacteristically hot, even for southern california weather.
we reached the rose bowl near eleven, whereupon we devoured our in-n-out lunches to make the tailgate party. then, march-up into the stadium, and finally, rest. (let's all deduce from this that wool uniforms with heavy vests and spats don't help in ninety-six degree weather.) i almost pulled myself out of pregame but i didn't; i just ended up sitting in the tunnel for most of the first quarter. you should have seen the band; we were all wearing just our dress shirts and pants. it looked, as one person said, "cute." we're bound to never do that again, so it was quite an experience to see the entire band without hats or jackets. at one junction in time i was in the company of close to about twenty people in the tunnel -- a good ninth of the band -- all dizzy and disoriented thanks to the heat.
the game was exciting, despite the loss, and the general air of "that's too bad" pervaded the bus ride back. not too badly, though; at least the roadtrip this time was more manageable than last year's (u$c...). the ride back was also pretty eventful: one of the buses had to leave because of some stupid bureaucratic thing they had to do, and in buttonwillow, we had "tom mclintock stop the car tax." the few hours after that, we played dare or dare, four rounds of ten fingers, and eventually, one by one, we would start to pass out due to a combination of exhaustion, alcohol, and motion sickness.
singing pregame was fun. brh was crazy until about three in the morning. i got back around then. and i've just slept, until of course i decided to wake myself up with no hangover (thankfully!) and lots and lots of water. hydration is good; we all know this from this roadtrip. and don't ever wear an undershirt under your full uniform, kids, you will die.
good times, good times. there's still music i have to copy out and a dance i have to remember,, but in any case, i will be catching up madly tonight until alias comes around and they explain some things about what happened to sydney.
los angeles was fun, but damn, berkeley is so good to me.
the la roadtrip was an overall good times trip, even though the team put us through another gut-wrenching loss in overtime, with fredrickson missing the kick. tedford magic didn't quite get through to the team this time around; i guess we'll all have to wait another season until the bears really kick some ass.
the bus trip there was very much a success, starting from boone's before onramp (and for four of us, boone's before college) and continuing with the glorious schedule of activities on the u.s.s. tarnished virginity. at the first rest stop, you could tell that a good majority of our bus was faded because everyone was almost creaming their pants on how good chicken mcnuggets tasted.
the debauchery continued up until about two hours before we reached los angeles proper, where we would sober up and have an hour of downtime until we had to perform at one of our major fundraising gigs, this time around in the wilshire ebell theatre. i met up with my mom, had her meet some good friends of mine, and played my heart out for some of these people who, for the whole time, had huge smiles on their faces.
we got back to the hotel, and eddie ordered a bottle of chardonnay from room service. david soon followed suit and ordered a new york strip steak that cost him twenty-five dollars. afterwards, we had a bitch session, and sooner or later it turned into a ginormous gossipfest involving many of the clarinets and disgusted faces.
the morning was more interesting: donuts were at six, and buses were to be loaded at seven-thirty, but around that time the self-proclaimed fearsome foursome room were all still sleeping. after four rounds of knocking on their door and calling the room, they finally woke up, no time to spare. and then, our dumpies (bus drivers for you non-band folks out there) all get lost, we finally end up on the rehearsal field, and it's already uncharacteristically hot, even for southern california weather.
we reached the rose bowl near eleven, whereupon we devoured our in-n-out lunches to make the tailgate party. then, march-up into the stadium, and finally, rest. (let's all deduce from this that wool uniforms with heavy vests and spats don't help in ninety-six degree weather.) i almost pulled myself out of pregame but i didn't; i just ended up sitting in the tunnel for most of the first quarter. you should have seen the band; we were all wearing just our dress shirts and pants. it looked, as one person said, "cute." we're bound to never do that again, so it was quite an experience to see the entire band without hats or jackets. at one junction in time i was in the company of close to about twenty people in the tunnel -- a good ninth of the band -- all dizzy and disoriented thanks to the heat.
the game was exciting, despite the loss, and the general air of "that's too bad" pervaded the bus ride back. not too badly, though; at least the roadtrip this time was more manageable than last year's (u$c...). the ride back was also pretty eventful: one of the buses had to leave because of some stupid bureaucratic thing they had to do, and in buttonwillow, we had "tom mclintock stop the car tax." the few hours after that, we played dare or dare, four rounds of ten fingers, and eventually, one by one, we would start to pass out due to a combination of exhaustion, alcohol, and motion sickness.
singing pregame was fun. brh was crazy until about three in the morning. i got back around then. and i've just slept, until of course i decided to wake myself up with no hangover (thankfully!) and lots and lots of water. hydration is good; we all know this from this roadtrip. and don't ever wear an undershirt under your full uniform, kids, you will die.
good times, good times. there's still music i have to copy out and a dance i have to remember,, but in any case, i will be catching up madly tonight until alias comes around and they explain some things about what happened to sydney.
los angeles was fun, but damn, berkeley is so good to me.
10.17.2003
hey all.
i'll be heading out for los angeles in approximately six hours, so i will definitely see you there (if i talked to you ahead of time!). i'll be back sunday morning.
tomorrow better be good. and sunday better come with rest and relaxation.
god, i have to pack.
i'll see you when i get back.
i'll be heading out for los angeles in approximately six hours, so i will definitely see you there (if i talked to you ahead of time!). i'll be back sunday morning.
tomorrow better be good. and sunday better come with rest and relaxation.
god, i have to pack.
i'll see you when i get back.
10.14.2003
i found out from my brother today that my grandmother underwent surgery today to rid her of a tumor. about three weeks ago, i found out that my grandmother had developed throat cancer, which had already spread to her lungs.
it was a nice, sunny afternoon today after getting out of class when i saw him outside of dwinelle, near the creek side. he looked somewhat distraught as he scribbled a few notes on a post-it while his other hand held a cellphone. it was a chance meeting; we rarely ever see each other on campus, let alone near the same building.
he told me what had happened, and then i realized that he was writing down the phone number of the hospital, room details, and what had happened. he said it was a bit of a coincidence when i came over; he was just about to call my phone anyway.
i don't usually say this, but please, keep my grandmother in your thoughts and prayers.
i would say happier things, but i don't think superficial things would help.
can someone promise me that this won't hurt?
it was a nice, sunny afternoon today after getting out of class when i saw him outside of dwinelle, near the creek side. he looked somewhat distraught as he scribbled a few notes on a post-it while his other hand held a cellphone. it was a chance meeting; we rarely ever see each other on campus, let alone near the same building.
he told me what had happened, and then i realized that he was writing down the phone number of the hospital, room details, and what had happened. he said it was a bit of a coincidence when i came over; he was just about to call my phone anyway.
i don't usually say this, but please, keep my grandmother in your thoughts and prayers.
i would say happier things, but i don't think superficial things would help.
can someone promise me that this won't hurt?
10.13.2003
never say no.
i would think it's a bit on the safe side to say that if i'm not sleeping all that well, then something's going on inside my head.
i thought i'd get over these silly dreams of falling nonstop or being in new york again or seeing a few faces i will never see in those ghastly night visions i have. but sometimes, there's also the friends and the things that make me smile in the background -- constantly in the background -- that i can always talk to but never reach.
extended periods of sleep evaded me this week, save for yesterday when i slept at three and woke up at noon. every other day i would fall asleep, wake up in a cold sweat or wake up because it's too hot or wake up from that bad dream, try for the longest time to fall back asleep, and the process repeats itself. it's a bit nerve-wracking and stressful, just this sleeping thing.
so, with that, if you see me this week and i look a little tired or down, it's the lack of sleep. my body's hurting.
and on an off-tangent: don't expect people to come rushing to you when you think you have a voice. it's a bit selfish. in particular, if you know that there's someone out there you're talking to, just let them take in what you've given them and wait for the results. it's not becoming of you to go, i want attention, i want comments, i want praise. there's a difference in saying leave something behind and saying tell me everything you thought about this. it's... for lack of a better word, unprofessional.
i'm going to be down in los angeles for the weekend for the cal-fucla game at the rose bowl, by the way. (you can still buy tickets, i'm sure.) if you're in the immediate area, let me know because i only have one free night. and in that, i have to get up at six the next morning to catch the busses.
can someone promise me that this won't hurt?
i would think it's a bit on the safe side to say that if i'm not sleeping all that well, then something's going on inside my head.
i thought i'd get over these silly dreams of falling nonstop or being in new york again or seeing a few faces i will never see in those ghastly night visions i have. but sometimes, there's also the friends and the things that make me smile in the background -- constantly in the background -- that i can always talk to but never reach.
extended periods of sleep evaded me this week, save for yesterday when i slept at three and woke up at noon. every other day i would fall asleep, wake up in a cold sweat or wake up because it's too hot or wake up from that bad dream, try for the longest time to fall back asleep, and the process repeats itself. it's a bit nerve-wracking and stressful, just this sleeping thing.
so, with that, if you see me this week and i look a little tired or down, it's the lack of sleep. my body's hurting.
and on an off-tangent: don't expect people to come rushing to you when you think you have a voice. it's a bit selfish. in particular, if you know that there's someone out there you're talking to, just let them take in what you've given them and wait for the results. it's not becoming of you to go, i want attention, i want comments, i want praise. there's a difference in saying leave something behind and saying tell me everything you thought about this. it's... for lack of a better word, unprofessional.
i'm going to be down in los angeles for the weekend for the cal-fucla game at the rose bowl, by the way. (you can still buy tickets, i'm sure.) if you're in the immediate area, let me know because i only have one free night. and in that, i have to get up at six the next morning to catch the busses.
can someone promise me that this won't hurt?
10.10.2003
10.08.2003
i just fully realized while watching a video in my portuguese class that arnold schwarzenegger's signature is going to be on my diploma after i graduate from the university of california.
i also realized that he is my governor.
looking at all the papers today, and seeing it on all the websites, it finally hit me: whatever cost the state about eighty million dollars, the result was a blockbuster in the california respect. in other words, they spent millions on what could have gone to more important things on electing the fucking terminator as my governor. and they didn't even have to do that much along the lines of special effects. (arianna was a cgi, much like jar-jar, but everyone already knew that.)
it became apparent that arnold was going to be our governator (sorry, i couldn't help it) at around eight thirty last night, after the barbecue at tellefsen hall. i was sitting around the common room, lounging about with some kiddies, when all of a sudden julian came charging downstairs and said that arnold was the projected governor on all major newschannels.
the relay of information spread like a horrible plague. everyone in the downstairs area knew almost immediately; i called my friends in new york; and everyone i know sent emails -- of both happiness and condolences. it wsa a frenzy, and the american people lapped it up.
what's next for california? we don't know. there's a ridiculous energy in the air that everyone's feeling, some sort of anticipation. everyone's expecting something, but we don't know what.
i'm at least very happy that neither proposition fifty-three nor proposition fifty-four passed. ward connerly was having lucid dreams of a colorblind society. truth is, i don't think that's ever going to happen, even though this is california. and infrastructure? come on. that's like saying clean my room for a fee.
well. all things aside, california is somewhat screwed. unless of course arnold finds an acting coach that will teach him how to act like a governor. he's got the politician part down. now he's got to do the actual serving-the-state part.
oy. long few years ahead of me.
i also realized that he is my governor.
looking at all the papers today, and seeing it on all the websites, it finally hit me: whatever cost the state about eighty million dollars, the result was a blockbuster in the california respect. in other words, they spent millions on what could have gone to more important things on electing the fucking terminator as my governor. and they didn't even have to do that much along the lines of special effects. (arianna was a cgi, much like jar-jar, but everyone already knew that.)
it became apparent that arnold was going to be our governator (sorry, i couldn't help it) at around eight thirty last night, after the barbecue at tellefsen hall. i was sitting around the common room, lounging about with some kiddies, when all of a sudden julian came charging downstairs and said that arnold was the projected governor on all major newschannels.
the relay of information spread like a horrible plague. everyone in the downstairs area knew almost immediately; i called my friends in new york; and everyone i know sent emails -- of both happiness and condolences. it wsa a frenzy, and the american people lapped it up.
what's next for california? we don't know. there's a ridiculous energy in the air that everyone's feeling, some sort of anticipation. everyone's expecting something, but we don't know what.
i'm at least very happy that neither proposition fifty-three nor proposition fifty-four passed. ward connerly was having lucid dreams of a colorblind society. truth is, i don't think that's ever going to happen, even though this is california. and infrastructure? come on. that's like saying clean my room for a fee.
well. all things aside, california is somewhat screwed. unless of course arnold finds an acting coach that will teach him how to act like a governor. he's got the politician part down. now he's got to do the actual serving-the-state part.
oy. long few years ahead of me.
10.04.2003
ouch, that hurt.
my calves hate me right now. although it does feel nice to be finally out of uniform, i have this urge to adjust the phantom hat on my head because there's that lingering feeling of semi-constriction.
god, my feet hurt. and my right heel blistered. ouch.
it was a hit last week; now, it's the miss. (hmm. something tells me that i just used the wrong sports analogy that fit the best.) but i digress.
i wonder what my agenda's going to be this next few hours. must decide...
my calves hate me right now. although it does feel nice to be finally out of uniform, i have this urge to adjust the phantom hat on my head because there's that lingering feeling of semi-constriction.
god, my feet hurt. and my right heel blistered. ouch.
it was a hit last week; now, it's the miss. (hmm. something tells me that i just used the wrong sports analogy that fit the best.) but i digress.
i wonder what my agenda's going to be this next few hours. must decide...
10.03.2003
it feels good.
so what should i do today?
there's a graduate student instructor (gsi) strike here at berkeley, so i don't have class until one, if even that. out of solidarity, both major departments i'm in today have canceled class; therefore, i am set to go with whatever it is i'm doing today. (which, of course, i don't know what i'm doing today; that's why i asked you.) it looks as if i have no class today, even though i'm still two weeks behind in one of my important classes, and i've yet to take care of my little things.
family guy is such a great show. i would put it in the top ten, with 'pinky and the brain,' 'rocko's modern life,' 'thundercats,' 'voltron,' and 'the simpsons' in there too. order will come later.
alias season premiere? oh yeah. thanks alison for the tape! how does a season premiere that's supposed to answer questions leave you hanging with more questions?!? it's absurdity! it's craziness! sheer lunacy! it's... too good. i'm addicted.
my agenda for today somewhere included the theatre rice show. then i remembered that it's homecoming eve, and that we have mandatory performances in full uniform. this is going to pose a problem.
if the game ends early enough on saturday, i might catch the show then. if not... that'll be the second year i've missed the theatre rice show, even though i've really wanted to see it. sigh. maybe next time, if i don't get to.
nate: you're awesome.
so what should i do today?
there's a graduate student instructor (gsi) strike here at berkeley, so i don't have class until one, if even that. out of solidarity, both major departments i'm in today have canceled class; therefore, i am set to go with whatever it is i'm doing today. (which, of course, i don't know what i'm doing today; that's why i asked you.) it looks as if i have no class today, even though i'm still two weeks behind in one of my important classes, and i've yet to take care of my little things.
family guy is such a great show. i would put it in the top ten, with 'pinky and the brain,' 'rocko's modern life,' 'thundercats,' 'voltron,' and 'the simpsons' in there too. order will come later.
alias season premiere? oh yeah. thanks alison for the tape! how does a season premiere that's supposed to answer questions leave you hanging with more questions?!? it's absurdity! it's craziness! sheer lunacy! it's... too good. i'm addicted.
my agenda for today somewhere included the theatre rice show. then i remembered that it's homecoming eve, and that we have mandatory performances in full uniform. this is going to pose a problem.
if the game ends early enough on saturday, i might catch the show then. if not... that'll be the second year i've missed the theatre rice show, even though i've really wanted to see it. sigh. maybe next time, if i don't get to.
nate: you're awesome.
10.02.2003
seems as if i've offended some of my u$c consorts because of the last post. sorry. that was a drunken me with school spirit typing. oh yeah. drunken.
i miss playing videogames. then again, on november eighteen or thereabouts, final fantasy x-two is finally being released in north america for playstation. february ninth, final fantasy chronicles debuts on gamecube. (if you can't tell, i really miss playing my rpg's. i even feel like i'm missing out since game boy advance came out with final fantasy tactics advance, but then, it's the nerd talking now, so i'll hush.)
this is the first time i'm seriously asking myself whether or not i should go home for thanksgiving. and if i should go anywhere during the glorious month-long winter break. hmm. intriguing questions that i never thought i would have to ask myself until i was out of college.
major change? quite likely. no surprise there -- just declaring a semester later.
alias season one dvd arrived this past week in the mail. i haven't had the chance to be all giddy and watch jennifer garner in all her glory (god damn, jennifer garner in all her glory!), but i'm waiting until i review the season premiere and get caught up with what's happening, now that the plotline is all crazy.
you know it's a bit weird when the months start becoming double digits again. god, and i'm only getting used to writing 'oh-three' on the papers.
um. yup. pick up a copy of hardboiled seven-point-one if you haven't done so. otherwise, go bears.
i miss playing videogames. then again, on november eighteen or thereabouts, final fantasy x-two is finally being released in north america for playstation. february ninth, final fantasy chronicles debuts on gamecube. (if you can't tell, i really miss playing my rpg's. i even feel like i'm missing out since game boy advance came out with final fantasy tactics advance, but then, it's the nerd talking now, so i'll hush.)
this is the first time i'm seriously asking myself whether or not i should go home for thanksgiving. and if i should go anywhere during the glorious month-long winter break. hmm. intriguing questions that i never thought i would have to ask myself until i was out of college.
major change? quite likely. no surprise there -- just declaring a semester later.
alias season one dvd arrived this past week in the mail. i haven't had the chance to be all giddy and watch jennifer garner in all her glory (god damn, jennifer garner in all her glory!), but i'm waiting until i review the season premiere and get caught up with what's happening, now that the plotline is all crazy.
you know it's a bit weird when the months start becoming double digits again. god, and i'm only getting used to writing 'oh-three' on the papers.
um. yup. pick up a copy of hardboiled seven-point-one if you haven't done so. otherwise, go bears.
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