today has been really, really, really, really weird.
i woke up today and watched some the price is right, which was really quite depressing since only one guy won his prize, and the showcases weren't that great either.
then, i went downstairs, watched season two of the office, and all of a sudden, i had about twenty relatives surrounding me, half of whom i knew by name and half of whom did not know me. they all, however, seemed to confuse me with my older brother, and all my cousins said they met me when i have no recollection of ever talking to them.
i didn't even know we were going to hold a memorial day bbq until my mom started marinating ribs, and my aunt started slicing fruit and sticking it in the freezer. we never have frozen fruit. and we never marinate ribs. unless, of course, there's a bbq, in which case that's the only thing we eat all day.
so back to the relatives i didn't know, i managed to field all the college questions until the inevitable "what the hell are you going to do with a linguistics degree" question popped up, in which case i became extremely irritated, and in which case i finished my food, excused myself from the "party" and basically walked out of the ordeal.
my cousins gave me all incredulous looks, like a "holy crap he has the balls to do that" kind of look, and i just smiled. at that moment, it was revealed, when one of my distant aunts opened her mouth and said, "they're all pre-med or pre-law."
and then i realized i was the happiest kid in the family tree, because i was doing something i liked, and not some stupid cash-machine, work-for-the-man, lose-your-street-cred kind of gig. and i happily went online at opportune moments of the night, when they were all taking a siesta or when they all caught up with themselves, and i was happily uninvolved. and i saw all my cousins talk about me behind my back, how i'm not the "typical pinoy teen" -- because i wasn't into hip-hop that much, because i knew how to speak tagalog still, because i dressed like a proper summer kid and not like i was going to tha hood, because i was doing things during the party that made them all question the validity of the dreams they're pursuing, because what they wanted to do were pipe dreams, and what they were being forced to do was no fun.
the relatives all left about an hour ago, finally making the house a bit cooler, and finally leaving me to mill about the place while not feeling awkward.
i can feel my body start to ketose, since all we ate was meat. and it's not cool.
in any case, disneyland tomorrow, and i can't wait.
migblog
5.31.2004
5.30.2004
it actually is kind of depressing to spend your sunday like this:
wake up.
eat breakfast.
watch season one of the office.
launder colors.
see one of your best friends whom you haven't seen in two years.
realize you've got to be somewhere in two hours.
have dinner with family.
be somewhat shocked that one of your cousins whom you've known for a long time doesn't remember your name.
go home and think about how sad your sunday was, especially dwelling on the last fact.
i'm somewhat glad that i'll be doing something almost every day of the week next, so that i'm not feeling sedentary and quasi-osteoporotic.
ever watch tennis and you see those ball boys running around at the sides of your screen? the french open this morning was actually kind of interesting (besides the predictable wins of the williams sisters) since those kids would run across the screen like those dogs in duck hunt.
i heart wenster:
man, i now know why i like adam brody so much!!! he reminds me of John Mayer!!!! what a lovely couple they'd make. i love adam brody forever! well, i probably like Seth Cohen more. if you're not an O.C. fan, go away! i kid i kid.
man. i can't wait for the busy summer thing to start.
wake up.
eat breakfast.
watch season one of the office.
launder colors.
see one of your best friends whom you haven't seen in two years.
realize you've got to be somewhere in two hours.
have dinner with family.
be somewhat shocked that one of your cousins whom you've known for a long time doesn't remember your name.
go home and think about how sad your sunday was, especially dwelling on the last fact.
i'm somewhat glad that i'll be doing something almost every day of the week next, so that i'm not feeling sedentary and quasi-osteoporotic.
ever watch tennis and you see those ball boys running around at the sides of your screen? the french open this morning was actually kind of interesting (besides the predictable wins of the williams sisters) since those kids would run across the screen like those dogs in duck hunt.
i heart wenster:
man, i now know why i like adam brody so much!!! he reminds me of John Mayer!!!! what a lovely couple they'd make. i love adam brody forever! well, i probably like Seth Cohen more. if you're not an O.C. fan, go away! i kid i kid.
man. i can't wait for the busy summer thing to start.
5.29.2004
nigh five days in socal, and it's starting to get boring real quick.
it's fine, though; i actually expected it. for what it's worth, i already saw my saxophones (no matt or jeremy though!), chatted it up with the band kids, and saw nate. in fact, the night i got in, nate took me to the denny's of the future (on katella), and i enjoyed a scrumtrulescent mug of hot chocolate and a fudge brownie a la mode.
plans are rapidly coming together, with family morning on saturday (note how i said morning on saturday because i'm not doing anything on saturday evening AHEM AHEM), seeing ryan for the first time in two years on sunday, and berkeleyan disneyland on tuesday. it might prove to be much crazier than i thought.
i haven't been to roscoe's yet, but trust me, piling on the pounds while i'm down here shouldn't be too hard, considering i get up, i eat, watch tv, talk on the phone, and DRIVE everywhere.
call me a freak, but i actually miss walking to other people's houses, let alone take public transportation (which, although it exists, is terribly inefficient in southern california).
sigh. if the weather gets better, the beach sounds good. anyone up for a bonfire?
but no one's out of school yet. dammit!
it's fine, though; i actually expected it. for what it's worth, i already saw my saxophones (no matt or jeremy though!), chatted it up with the band kids, and saw nate. in fact, the night i got in, nate took me to the denny's of the future (on katella), and i enjoyed a scrumtrulescent mug of hot chocolate and a fudge brownie a la mode.
plans are rapidly coming together, with family morning on saturday (note how i said morning on saturday because i'm not doing anything on saturday evening AHEM AHEM), seeing ryan for the first time in two years on sunday, and berkeleyan disneyland on tuesday. it might prove to be much crazier than i thought.
i haven't been to roscoe's yet, but trust me, piling on the pounds while i'm down here shouldn't be too hard, considering i get up, i eat, watch tv, talk on the phone, and DRIVE everywhere.
call me a freak, but i actually miss walking to other people's houses, let alone take public transportation (which, although it exists, is terribly inefficient in southern california).
sigh. if the weather gets better, the beach sounds good. anyone up for a bonfire?
but no one's out of school yet. dammit!
5.26.2004
holy shit, miguel has a photoblog, too.
5.25.2004
it's been a long, long time.
finals went and kicked my ass and kicked my ass again and again, yet i persisted, and for a few days i was exhausted and burnt out and yet somehow exhilarated and relieved that my second year was finally coming to a close. i procrastinated by redesigning the phonez website, visiting the san francisco museum of modern art, and having random dinners at some quaint restaurants along college avenue in rockridge.
i saw my good friends graduate -- the instance always a surreal experience -- bade them well in their future endeavors, and lost some brain cells as i drank my frustrations away for two days. the greek theatre took away about seven hours of my life (significanty less from the fourteen last year), listening to speech after speech, watching ph.d.s get hooded and b.a.s rejoicing that college is over. i kissed, i smoked out, i had dinner, sated my libations, and forgot to throw away the recycling. i was finally free from test-taking and worrying about turning in portfolios and writing samples in time.
i began to yearn for southern california.
but when i got here, it only seemed vaguely familiar, with the freeways seeming a little emptier, the landscape a little more worked, and the air a lot less aggravating. for once, during my first day here, my headaches didn't act up, and my body isn't as exhausted as it usually is. the flight down wasn't that spectacular, either; just your standard fare of jetblue performance, but i was glad that david and allie were there to accompany me.
maybe it's the lack of sleep i'm going on. i have a good feeling i'll be sleeping somewhat well tonight, considering how over the past three days, i've had a combined twelve hours of sleep. but the lack of sleep came with "i'll miss you" and "i'll see you when you get back" and "we'll hang out when we're down there" and "congratulations," pleasantries and polite exchanges of such affirmations that i really will miss being in someone's presence.
i just found out we got a new car, that my stepfather had installed a wireless dsl router in the house, that my grades are looking somewhat better than last semester's, and that i'm actually in the running to be part of the new tour guide class.
things are atarting to look up, but i'm going to be just a bit guarded. (i mean, diana degarmo could win american idol, and that's just going to spoil everything.)
i need these two weeks to recoup and re-evaluate. i haven't done that since last year.
i'll be back in two weeks, berkeley. for now though, southern california better watch out.
i'm back.
finals went and kicked my ass and kicked my ass again and again, yet i persisted, and for a few days i was exhausted and burnt out and yet somehow exhilarated and relieved that my second year was finally coming to a close. i procrastinated by redesigning the phonez website, visiting the san francisco museum of modern art, and having random dinners at some quaint restaurants along college avenue in rockridge.
i saw my good friends graduate -- the instance always a surreal experience -- bade them well in their future endeavors, and lost some brain cells as i drank my frustrations away for two days. the greek theatre took away about seven hours of my life (significanty less from the fourteen last year), listening to speech after speech, watching ph.d.s get hooded and b.a.s rejoicing that college is over. i kissed, i smoked out, i had dinner, sated my libations, and forgot to throw away the recycling. i was finally free from test-taking and worrying about turning in portfolios and writing samples in time.
i began to yearn for southern california.
but when i got here, it only seemed vaguely familiar, with the freeways seeming a little emptier, the landscape a little more worked, and the air a lot less aggravating. for once, during my first day here, my headaches didn't act up, and my body isn't as exhausted as it usually is. the flight down wasn't that spectacular, either; just your standard fare of jetblue performance, but i was glad that david and allie were there to accompany me.
maybe it's the lack of sleep i'm going on. i have a good feeling i'll be sleeping somewhat well tonight, considering how over the past three days, i've had a combined twelve hours of sleep. but the lack of sleep came with "i'll miss you" and "i'll see you when you get back" and "we'll hang out when we're down there" and "congratulations," pleasantries and polite exchanges of such affirmations that i really will miss being in someone's presence.
i just found out we got a new car, that my stepfather had installed a wireless dsl router in the house, that my grades are looking somewhat better than last semester's, and that i'm actually in the running to be part of the new tour guide class.
things are atarting to look up, but i'm going to be just a bit guarded. (i mean, diana degarmo could win american idol, and that's just going to spoil everything.)
i need these two weeks to recoup and re-evaluate. i haven't done that since last year.
i'll be back in two weeks, berkeley. for now though, southern california better watch out.
i'm back.
5.17.2004
the scene: half-past midnight, sunday evening, gardner main stacks, the midst of finals week. every study carrel is crammed, every available study space is occupied. it is eerily quiet.
all of a sudden, the fire alarm at the south side of the stacks goes off. everyone's somewhat flustered -- the ringing resonates through the whole stacks -- and momentarily, studying stops.
people resume studying when the security officer turns the fire alarm off, but the surprises have only started. a few seconds later, a sound resembling the wildebeest scene from the lion king is heard from the other side of the stacks, and then, as naked as the wildebeest in the movie, streakers.
butt-ugly streakers, both literally and figuratively.
now i'm not one to usually complain about nakedness, but when you're going to run through the main stacks during finals week, you better be fucking hot or i will consider you a waste of time.
they weren't hot. but it was kinda cool hearing the laughter of a lot of berkeley students echo through the stacks and the open spaces, something other than studying and worrying over finals that they could share.
thanks, by the way, for all your support.
good luck with finals.
all of a sudden, the fire alarm at the south side of the stacks goes off. everyone's somewhat flustered -- the ringing resonates through the whole stacks -- and momentarily, studying stops.
people resume studying when the security officer turns the fire alarm off, but the surprises have only started. a few seconds later, a sound resembling the wildebeest scene from the lion king is heard from the other side of the stacks, and then, as naked as the wildebeest in the movie, streakers.
butt-ugly streakers, both literally and figuratively.
now i'm not one to usually complain about nakedness, but when you're going to run through the main stacks during finals week, you better be fucking hot or i will consider you a waste of time.
they weren't hot. but it was kinda cool hearing the laughter of a lot of berkeley students echo through the stacks and the open spaces, something other than studying and worrying over finals that they could share.
thanks, by the way, for all your support.
good luck with finals.
5.14.2004
i think i'm going through some sort of withdrawal by not getting the daily cal crossword everyday and kicking its ass.
i am so ready for school to be over, i don't know what it is -- actually, i do.
even though i have an amazing group of friends and had just been introduced to myriad personalities, despite a relationship that's going great, and in spite of the fact that everything seemed to be going okay, i'm suffering from clinical depression.
(GASP! NO WAY! ARE YOU SERIOUS?)
you might as well get it out of your systems now.
i realized it when someone told me. but then everything made sense, when i realized that i was putting this burden on myself, of trying to fill this void that i knew for sure nobody could. ever since liam's death last year, it's been a constant struggle to find out what the hell's going on, and i've responded by acting as if nothing's wrong, when underneath the surface nothing's even the least bit organized.
consequences say, if worst comes to worst, i'll be on academic probation and medication for at least the next semester. (don't be too surprised. i wasn't even motivated to go to two of my classes this semester.)
i'm a mess inside my head, since obviously this is news to me, but when everything congeals i'm going to try and enjoy this shit out of being in other people's company.
it explains a little bit of what's going on. but at least i know what's wrong -- both with my head and in my environment -- so now, i'm starting to cope.
what a time to hit this, too. right before finals, how opportune.
who knew, right?
so if you see me around, i might still be freaked out a bit by this bit of news, but don't worry -- i'll still try to give you all those smiles and the laughter you've come to expect every time i'm around. despite the circumstances, i still really do like to see you all smile.
i'll cope. just help me out when i need you.
i am so ready for school to be over, i don't know what it is -- actually, i do.
even though i have an amazing group of friends and had just been introduced to myriad personalities, despite a relationship that's going great, and in spite of the fact that everything seemed to be going okay, i'm suffering from clinical depression.
(GASP! NO WAY! ARE YOU SERIOUS?)
you might as well get it out of your systems now.
i realized it when someone told me. but then everything made sense, when i realized that i was putting this burden on myself, of trying to fill this void that i knew for sure nobody could. ever since liam's death last year, it's been a constant struggle to find out what the hell's going on, and i've responded by acting as if nothing's wrong, when underneath the surface nothing's even the least bit organized.
consequences say, if worst comes to worst, i'll be on academic probation and medication for at least the next semester. (don't be too surprised. i wasn't even motivated to go to two of my classes this semester.)
i'm a mess inside my head, since obviously this is news to me, but when everything congeals i'm going to try and enjoy this shit out of being in other people's company.
it explains a little bit of what's going on. but at least i know what's wrong -- both with my head and in my environment -- so now, i'm starting to cope.
what a time to hit this, too. right before finals, how opportune.
who knew, right?
so if you see me around, i might still be freaked out a bit by this bit of news, but don't worry -- i'll still try to give you all those smiles and the laughter you've come to expect every time i'm around. despite the circumstances, i still really do like to see you all smile.
i'll cope. just help me out when i need you.
5.13.2004
5.10.2004
one look? ONE LOOK?!?
actually, go look at 50words and blurb, since they both got new facelifts, thanks to the new blogger interface.
and then i had to study so much over the next week.
actually, go look at 50words and blurb, since they both got new facelifts, thanks to the new blogger interface.
and then i had to study so much over the next week.
5.09.2004
for once, while at cal, i actually miss southern california.
the cool night breeze is blowing in through my window. it's a clear night; i can probably see all the stars if i go up to the roof of the apartment building and have a fantastic view of the bay, the city, and campus.
it's also blowing in someone's dessert from downstairs, and someone's shampoo from across the building.
i kind of miss joshing around the block at orange with the superfriends and playing porn drinking games. we sure have changed since middle school, when i still remember mikey having long hair, to the one point in our final years of teenagedom when we all realized that the next big thing to happen after our graduations was attending each other's weddings. for a while now, i've missed going crazy with nate, hugging carie, listening to mikey ramble on about his favorite musical groups, seeing mooni give us all incredulous looks akin to the lovechild of "what the fuck" and "aw hell no," driving around town with megan, or calling up braverman and finding out for the umpteenth time that he's changed phone numbers.
it will be a nice two weeks when i get back to southern california.
i will finally get to reunite with ryan, whom i haven't seen in close to two years (the last time i saw him was the night i left for college). and i'm hoping to god that things haven't changed, or at least, if they had, for the better.
i'll also be attending my good friend michelle's wedding. (yeah, she's my age, and i love her to death.) i think it's pretty amazing that she's already found her someone. i'm happy for her.
it'll be one of the few times that i'll be looking forward to going to the beach again, maybe hanging out with some berkeleyans while i'm at it, watching my worlds collide. if ever my high school friends and my berkeley friends meet up with each other, i'm sure they'll all be in cahoots to do something incredibly practical to me. and no, i'm not being paranoid: i'm being optimistic.
orange county will be one hell of a place to be in, especially since no one will be out of finals until one month after i get there. and when i have to go back to berkeley, everyone gets out of school, and i have to go back up here to live the life of an underpaid, underfed, underappreciated student.
i'm looking forward to home-cooked meals, satellite television, disneyland, capistrano, corona del mar, newport, huntington, and ventura, hollywood in all its glory, the starbucks literally a block away from my house, old friends, good friends, awkward high school silences, the block at orange, hanging out at south county, san diego, drinking games, nate's house, dogs, eye doctor visits, driving at three in the morning, my own bed, not hearing the girl next door have really loud sex (as much as you think it's hot, it's actually pretty annoying), roscoe's chicken and waffles, carie's apartmentmates, downtown disney, lounging at the ritz-carlton laguna niguel lobby and mezzanine, people i never got along with, books, beer, my family, laundry, and of course, having my own room.
but first, the last days of instruction and two weeks of finals.
and it's time for me to declare the major. oy.
the cool night breeze is blowing in through my window. it's a clear night; i can probably see all the stars if i go up to the roof of the apartment building and have a fantastic view of the bay, the city, and campus.
it's also blowing in someone's dessert from downstairs, and someone's shampoo from across the building.
i kind of miss joshing around the block at orange with the superfriends and playing porn drinking games. we sure have changed since middle school, when i still remember mikey having long hair, to the one point in our final years of teenagedom when we all realized that the next big thing to happen after our graduations was attending each other's weddings. for a while now, i've missed going crazy with nate, hugging carie, listening to mikey ramble on about his favorite musical groups, seeing mooni give us all incredulous looks akin to the lovechild of "what the fuck" and "aw hell no," driving around town with megan, or calling up braverman and finding out for the umpteenth time that he's changed phone numbers.
it will be a nice two weeks when i get back to southern california.
i will finally get to reunite with ryan, whom i haven't seen in close to two years (the last time i saw him was the night i left for college). and i'm hoping to god that things haven't changed, or at least, if they had, for the better.
i'll also be attending my good friend michelle's wedding. (yeah, she's my age, and i love her to death.) i think it's pretty amazing that she's already found her someone. i'm happy for her.
it'll be one of the few times that i'll be looking forward to going to the beach again, maybe hanging out with some berkeleyans while i'm at it, watching my worlds collide. if ever my high school friends and my berkeley friends meet up with each other, i'm sure they'll all be in cahoots to do something incredibly practical to me. and no, i'm not being paranoid: i'm being optimistic.
orange county will be one hell of a place to be in, especially since no one will be out of finals until one month after i get there. and when i have to go back to berkeley, everyone gets out of school, and i have to go back up here to live the life of an underpaid, underfed, underappreciated student.
i'm looking forward to home-cooked meals, satellite television, disneyland, capistrano, corona del mar, newport, huntington, and ventura, hollywood in all its glory, the starbucks literally a block away from my house, old friends, good friends, awkward high school silences, the block at orange, hanging out at south county, san diego, drinking games, nate's house, dogs, eye doctor visits, driving at three in the morning, my own bed, not hearing the girl next door have really loud sex (as much as you think it's hot, it's actually pretty annoying), roscoe's chicken and waffles, carie's apartmentmates, downtown disney, lounging at the ritz-carlton laguna niguel lobby and mezzanine, people i never got along with, books, beer, my family, laundry, and of course, having my own room.
but first, the last days of instruction and two weeks of finals.
and it's time for me to declare the major. oy.
anyone seen the new blogger interface? it's fucking brilliant! so easy to use! comments for free! new cool templates! easier interface for those who are computer illiterate!
and yes, happy mother's day. love you, mom. the bouquet of tulips should have come in today.
i think i want to watch a movie.
and only half the songs have been guessed! go! guess!
this has been the post of enthusiasm marking a record nine exclamation points!
and yes, happy mother's day. love you, mom. the bouquet of tulips should have come in today.
i think i want to watch a movie.
and only half the songs have been guessed! go! guess!
this has been the post of enthusiasm marking a record nine exclamation points!
5.08.2004
how did this nearly kill me?
i totally stole this from nate, but it's such a fun game.
on your current playlist, hit shuffle and pick the first ten songs on the list (no matter how cheesy or embarrassing), and write down your favourite line of the song. try to avoid putting the song title in the line.
your job: comment and see if you know the songs.
1. "the gentle voice that talks to you won't talk forever"
2. "when he's at home and blows his nose, he don't use tissues"
3. "anything less than the best is a felony"
4. "sweetheart to miss, sugar to kiss -- i need you"
5. "no chains to unlock, so free to do what he wants"
6. "now baby tell me what you wanna do with me"
7. "my best friend took a week's vacation to forget her"
8. "lovers in love then the other's run away"
9. "there was a time i was everything and nothing all in one"
10. "i went down, down, down, and the flames went higher"
some of them are fairly weird, others will fling you back into seventh grade.
try your best, though.
on your current playlist, hit shuffle and pick the first ten songs on the list (no matter how cheesy or embarrassing), and write down your favourite line of the song. try to avoid putting the song title in the line.
your job: comment and see if you know the songs.
1. "the gentle voice that talks to you won't talk forever"
2. "when he's at home and blows his nose, he don't use tissues"
3. "anything less than the best is a felony"
4. "sweetheart to miss, sugar to kiss -- i need you"
5. "no chains to unlock, so free to do what he wants"
6. "now baby tell me what you wanna do with me"
7. "my best friend took a week's vacation to forget her"
8. "lovers in love then the other's run away"
9. "there was a time i was everything and nothing all in one"
10. "i went down, down, down, and the flames went higher"
some of them are fairly weird, others will fling you back into seventh grade.
try your best, though.
5.07.2004
there was one point last night while i was watching the ten years of friends blurb they had that i had seen an awful lot of those shows. for almost every clip they showed, i remembered sitting down and watching it; from ross and rachel looking at their baby on the ultrasound to monica and chandler's proposal, from phoebe's first utterance of "oh no" to joey's last "how you doin'?"
it seems like i could oddly relate to everything that was going on, albeit on slightly different levels: ross saying "rachel" at his wedding was akin to some flub that miguel won't elaborate further. the coffee shop scenes, the lesbians, the cabs, the trip to london. i wanted to live out the friends fantasy and have five other equally good-looking people around me all the time and always end up doing a lot of stuff together.
new york reminds me of friends. not just because it's where it's set; it's exactly the type of place that would harbor such relationships, where people would depend on each other, on anywhere from the simple things to the things that really kick your ass.
the final episode was great; i thought it was a good way for the series to end, all of them still together, finally realizing that everything had fallen into place for their adult lives.
if you recall from the first season, phoebe and joey were absolute ditzes, ross was a complete nerd, chandler's job was a mystery, and monica and rachel were just as obsessed with their hair as the rest of america. last night, they were thirtysomethings, notches under their belt, ready to finally move on from that rent-controlled apartment, ready to lead their own lives.
i'm hoping that sometime, my life would echo scenes from that show: from weddings to births to proposals, to awkward thanksgivings with other people's parents to christmases stuck in a place you don't really want to be, to the mundane blackouts to exotic vacations. and all that time, surrounded by people whom i care for, and people who care for me.
i'm not going to miss friends that much -- just look at the syndication. i'm going to be really sad, though, that i don't get to follow around those six anymore, and look at more scenes in their life so that i could dream of something close to that.
i really like that show.
it seems like i could oddly relate to everything that was going on, albeit on slightly different levels: ross saying "rachel" at his wedding was akin to some flub that miguel won't elaborate further. the coffee shop scenes, the lesbians, the cabs, the trip to london. i wanted to live out the friends fantasy and have five other equally good-looking people around me all the time and always end up doing a lot of stuff together.
new york reminds me of friends. not just because it's where it's set; it's exactly the type of place that would harbor such relationships, where people would depend on each other, on anywhere from the simple things to the things that really kick your ass.
the final episode was great; i thought it was a good way for the series to end, all of them still together, finally realizing that everything had fallen into place for their adult lives.
if you recall from the first season, phoebe and joey were absolute ditzes, ross was a complete nerd, chandler's job was a mystery, and monica and rachel were just as obsessed with their hair as the rest of america. last night, they were thirtysomethings, notches under their belt, ready to finally move on from that rent-controlled apartment, ready to lead their own lives.
i'm hoping that sometime, my life would echo scenes from that show: from weddings to births to proposals, to awkward thanksgivings with other people's parents to christmases stuck in a place you don't really want to be, to the mundane blackouts to exotic vacations. and all that time, surrounded by people whom i care for, and people who care for me.
i'm not going to miss friends that much -- just look at the syndication. i'm going to be really sad, though, that i don't get to follow around those six anymore, and look at more scenes in their life so that i could dream of something close to that.
i really like that show.
5.05.2004
you know you're a music geek when the strains of a piece in 11/8 jump endlessly in your head.
thanks to pat for introducing me to derek bourgeois' serenade for wind band.
and then this happened. (thanks david!)
goodbye, george huff.
and good job to my brother and the octet for a super sproul! three hours of singing must kill your vocal cords somewhat.
go bears, beat the finals.
thanks to pat for introducing me to derek bourgeois' serenade for wind band.
and then this happened. (thanks david!)
goodbye, george huff.
and good job to my brother and the octet for a super sproul! three hours of singing must kill your vocal cords somewhat.
go bears, beat the finals.
three addicting things (beware the click, you may never come back):
- yeti sports
- the face book
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- yeti sports
- the face book
- shockwave
be sure to facebook me in the process.
blogarama!
5.04.2004
the summer itinerary, at least tentatively:
- may 13th, last day of instruction
- may 22nd, last day of finals
- may 24th, calso materials due
- may 25th, miguel flies back to socal
- june 4th, michelle's wedding
- june 8th, miguel flies back to norcal
- calso's from then on
- july 17th, norcal bbq
- july 24th, socal bbq
- august 15-18, taop
- august 19th, ftp check-in
- august 20-22, ftp
- august 21st, miguel's birthday
- august 30th, instruction
nothing special. hopefully during all that time i have both somewhere to live and something to do.
- may 13th, last day of instruction
- may 22nd, last day of finals
- may 24th, calso materials due
- may 25th, miguel flies back to socal
- june 4th, michelle's wedding
- june 8th, miguel flies back to norcal
- calso's from then on
- july 17th, norcal bbq
- july 24th, socal bbq
- august 15-18, taop
- august 19th, ftp check-in
- august 20-22, ftp
- august 21st, miguel's birthday
- august 30th, instruction
nothing special. hopefully during all that time i have both somewhere to live and something to do.
5.02.2004
haven't done this in a while. sorry folks, i've been terribly busy. (watch out; this might be a little long.)
let's see. after john stevens got voted off, i was rejoicing and bouncing off of the walls. (i kinda still am. i still have a lot of candy left over from a certain party of sorts, so you can imagine what sugar overloads are like.)
thursday was amazing. a whole bunch of us went and saw mean girls in wheeler auditorium for free. i guess it was proof that tina fey is a ridiculously talented screenplaywright (is that a word? whatever.). there were some terribly funny scenes, a lot of unexpected laughs that ambushed me -- the scene with the trust falls, particularly -- and it gets an approval rating of "go see it with friends in the same mindset" because it's definitely that type of movie.
the next day i went to the men's octet show, unbuttoned, which was their request show of the year. it was great; i got to see my brother sing and blow away everyone in that packed auditorium. i also got the chance to promote the fact that my brother was about to blow everyone away. and oh yeah, tic tacs are addicting.
after the octet show i headed to the vocal jazz concert, where jack and chie were performing, to catch up with both jessica and david. those kids are fantastic.
saturday morning was spent under the sun learning how to teach people some marching fundamentals; it was actually a perfect mediterranean-like day. not too hot, not humid, the sun was beating but not overbearing.
saturday evening, i went to the spring formal with lydia. we had dinner with jake and angela at the stinking rose in north beach (corso cristoforo colombo). i had the lamb shank; lydia had the prime rib. needless to say, it was so worth it.
after that, we headed to sutter to hotel rex, where the dj's playlist consisted of disco, hip-hop, cheesy pop, and -- get this -- colors of the wind from pocahontas just so misha could dance along to it. much drinks (my favorite being the grey goose and tonics) to spur the night along; it felt like we were there forever but it was a good experience nonetheless. it was a little weird seeing some people decked out in formal wear (let alone seeing them at the event), but it was actually nice to see them for not having seen them in a while.
brian wolf dancing to i will survive is forever ingrained in my memory, along with boyd and jeremy going together as a package deal, as well as the girls (meesh, angela, jan and holly) looking amazing and having fun.
today, i performed in the wind ensemble concert. i thought my oboe-playing was sub-par, but igot a bunch of compliments afterwards. the problem with those is that i never know who's just being nice and who's being honest. (they should make a device for that.)
miguel's current guilty pleasure: downloading american idol mp3's and playing them back on iTunes. (note: john stevens still sucks. and if you want the mp3's, let me know and i'll try to see if i can hook you up.)
to quote alexandra, "an as-yet-inchoate 10-page paper is circling around my head, pecking at my peace of mind." it's not exactly ten pages that i have to write, but it's a substantial piece of work that i have to produce in about twelve hours. (this, kids, is why you should never procrastinate. it gets you in hairy, time-pressed, stressful, incoherent, maddening situations.)
the next week is full of "studying" and "research" (if by "studying" i mean "doing stuff that's not at all related to school" and "research" meaning "watching movies for free and looking for housing on craigslist"), so i doubt i'll have much time for other things. i'm trying to be more meticulous with my goings-on so that i'm not exacerbating any more problems that come up.
i'm not going crazy quite yet, but i'll get there. finals can just suck it, especially since i don't have any until the second week.
wow. that was long.
time for some sort of productivity. or something.
let's see. after john stevens got voted off, i was rejoicing and bouncing off of the walls. (i kinda still am. i still have a lot of candy left over from a certain party of sorts, so you can imagine what sugar overloads are like.)
thursday was amazing. a whole bunch of us went and saw mean girls in wheeler auditorium for free. i guess it was proof that tina fey is a ridiculously talented screenplaywright (is that a word? whatever.). there were some terribly funny scenes, a lot of unexpected laughs that ambushed me -- the scene with the trust falls, particularly -- and it gets an approval rating of "go see it with friends in the same mindset" because it's definitely that type of movie.
the next day i went to the men's octet show, unbuttoned, which was their request show of the year. it was great; i got to see my brother sing and blow away everyone in that packed auditorium. i also got the chance to promote the fact that my brother was about to blow everyone away. and oh yeah, tic tacs are addicting.
after the octet show i headed to the vocal jazz concert, where jack and chie were performing, to catch up with both jessica and david. those kids are fantastic.
saturday morning was spent under the sun learning how to teach people some marching fundamentals; it was actually a perfect mediterranean-like day. not too hot, not humid, the sun was beating but not overbearing.
saturday evening, i went to the spring formal with lydia. we had dinner with jake and angela at the stinking rose in north beach (corso cristoforo colombo). i had the lamb shank; lydia had the prime rib. needless to say, it was so worth it.
after that, we headed to sutter to hotel rex, where the dj's playlist consisted of disco, hip-hop, cheesy pop, and -- get this -- colors of the wind from pocahontas just so misha could dance along to it. much drinks (my favorite being the grey goose and tonics) to spur the night along; it felt like we were there forever but it was a good experience nonetheless. it was a little weird seeing some people decked out in formal wear (let alone seeing them at the event), but it was actually nice to see them for not having seen them in a while.
brian wolf dancing to i will survive is forever ingrained in my memory, along with boyd and jeremy going together as a package deal, as well as the girls (meesh, angela, jan and holly) looking amazing and having fun.
today, i performed in the wind ensemble concert. i thought my oboe-playing was sub-par, but igot a bunch of compliments afterwards. the problem with those is that i never know who's just being nice and who's being honest. (they should make a device for that.)
miguel's current guilty pleasure: downloading american idol mp3's and playing them back on iTunes. (note: john stevens still sucks. and if you want the mp3's, let me know and i'll try to see if i can hook you up.)
to quote alexandra, "an as-yet-inchoate 10-page paper is circling around my head, pecking at my peace of mind." it's not exactly ten pages that i have to write, but it's a substantial piece of work that i have to produce in about twelve hours. (this, kids, is why you should never procrastinate. it gets you in hairy, time-pressed, stressful, incoherent, maddening situations.)
the next week is full of "studying" and "research" (if by "studying" i mean "doing stuff that's not at all related to school" and "research" meaning "watching movies for free and looking for housing on craigslist"), so i doubt i'll have much time for other things. i'm trying to be more meticulous with my goings-on so that i'm not exacerbating any more problems that come up.
i'm not going crazy quite yet, but i'll get there. finals can just suck it, especially since i don't have any until the second week.
wow. that was long.
time for some sort of productivity. or something.
you feel so small sometimes
miguel
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