Return of the King, biyatch
Well, in a little under 7 hours, i'll be on bus to San Diego. Home. And in about 24 hours, the San Diego International Comic Convention will be under way, to the glee of thousands of fanboys and comic superstars. woop woop.
This past Saturday was Ron's 23rd birthday picnic out in William Land Park. It was one of the longest days I've had since L.A. a week prior. I barely took any pictures, even though I was there from 12pm to 6pm. The pictures that were taken are here. After the picnic, we (sQuiD plus Alex) went to see League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. One of the best days of this summer.
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Thursday, July 10, 2003
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Monday was really cool day, it made me even more psyched to go to San Diego in one week's time. Ryan, Jaime and I went to the midtown area, Q street, to visit an old friend of ours; a soldier of the arts, whom i haven't seen it quite some time. For some reason, Alex seems to just disappear from the face of the earth, and then pops up at almost random times. I usually never find him, he'll find me.
So we dropped by his apartment yesterday night, and kicked it with him, catching up on good times. I had hoped he'd be able to hit the San Diego Comicon with us, but he's got to make rent, and going off to San Diego for a week wouldn't cut it. Half an hour after we arrived, Adam Cunningham and Cindy drop by, which must be something of a routine they have on this, Alex's day off. At that point, the kick-it session turned into a mini-art jam session. We looked through Alex's art, and I was able to check out the progression in his skills. Adam and Alex did their own thing, and I had also partaken of the session. Ryan and Jaime did not.
So we dropped by his apartment yesterday night, and kicked it with him, catching up on good times. I had hoped he'd be able to hit the San Diego Comicon with us, but he's got to make rent, and going off to San Diego for a week wouldn't cut it. Half an hour after we arrived, Adam Cunningham and Cindy drop by, which must be something of a routine they have on this, Alex's day off. At that point, the kick-it session turned into a mini-art jam session. We looked through Alex's art, and I was able to check out the progression in his skills. Adam and Alex did their own thing, and I had also partaken of the session. Ryan and Jaime did not.
Monday, July 07, 2003
The Summer of a lifetime has only begun...
First off, let me say that some of the things I had hoped to do during our Los Angeles trip didn't get to happen. We didn't go to San Diego or Mexico while we were there, and we sure as Hell didn't go clubbing. But it's all good. Next time, for certain. The fact that most of us were only 20 had a small part in not letting us do some of the good stuff. Now, onto the adventure:
Wednesday, July 2nd, 9:00PM
We left later than planned, but it worked out fine. Dobhie didn't get to hook up his Xbox to his dash-mounted video screen, but we watched some DVD's instead. As usual, I get no sleep in moving vehicles. It's just not possible.
Thursday, July 3rd, 3:45AM
We arrived at the Residence Inn located in Fullerton. A total of 18 people stayed there, and sleeping space was limited to the floor for those who arrived that day.
The first thing I did upon arrival was find a nice little corner of the hotel to dump my things and make my temporary base of operations (1).
I set up my gear, while the guys ate a very late dinner (2). They stayed up until 4:30AM kickin back and talking. I tried to sleep to the sounds of Cursive, but couldn't sleep at all that morning. I closed my eyes, but kept opening them and before I knew it, the sun was rising. 18 hours without sleep, no big deal.
At 8AM or so, the first of my cousins woke up, and some of them started cooking breakfast. The guys started to get up at around 9AM, and we headed out to the basketball court and played for about half an hour. The signs of my sleeplessness started to show, I began to lose a lot of my strength while we played. They went swimming after hoopin up, and I went straight to the shower to re-energize.
The guys ate and got ready last, mainly because some of them were just joking around. I found Robbie filming Geno acting a fool upstairs (3).
From my view upstairs, I snapped a couple of pics of what the downstairs half of our hotel suite looked like (4) (5). We were living pretty lavish that week.
When everyone was ready to go, we were off to Del Amo mall.
Del Amo Mall is supposedly the biggest mall in California, not really in size, but more like in area. We wandered around for the most part, while Fred and his girlfriend Chance did some actual shopping. While there, I actually spotted a "celebrity," co-star of Disney's "That's So Raven," sitcom Orlando Brown. Sadly, I didn't anymore celebs from that point on.
After walking around, we chilled outside to wait (6) (7) for Fred, and later, we'd end up waiting for Dobhie's cousins Andrew and JR.
After Del Amo mall, we hooked up with Dobhie's cousin Mark (DJ Remark) and from there, we headed to Santa Monica (8).
Although we didn't hit the beach (9) (10) (11), we did check out the pier (12) (13).
After walking up the pier, we headed to Santa Monica's Promenade(15), a swank shopping plaza. We walked as far up as Santa Monica Blvd (16), and then made our way back to the parking lot to cruise off to our next destination.
Our last stop for the day was at Long Beach City's shopping plaza called The Block. It was late, so the stores were closed, but the bars and movie theater were still open. Just like Santa Monica's Promenade, it was full of hot girls. Sensory Overload. We ended up leaving after less than half an hour of walking around The Block, and we were nearly kicked out because security doesn't allow people to be walking around the plaza in groups bigger than 4. There were 9 of us altogether.
We got back to the hotel room around midnight, and made a quick run to the grocery store to buy some liquor for that night. At the Food 4 Less, we saw a whole crowd of folks chillin in the parking lot, apparently waiting for word of an illegal street race going down. It was cool.
Got back to the hotel suite, got hammered (kinda). Slept at 4:30AM. Sleeplessness grand total: 40 hours, a new personal record.
Friday, July 4th, 12:30AM
Woke up pretty late, but it was for a good cause. Turns out just about everyone woke up as late as I did, so I didn't miss much. Got ready to go, but didn't know where the hell we were going to go. It was the U.S.'s Independance day, and they agreed to head out to Long Beach for the day. The girl side of the party decided to go check out the Hotel Queen Mary (17), an old ship that's haunted and shit. Sounded cool, but expensive.
When we got to LBC (18), we hit some pretty nasty traffic(19), and we sat there for nearly half an hour, moving barely half a mile. All the gangster rap music that Dobhie had been bumpin since we got to LA was starting to get to me. Nothing like Ice Cube to get the blood boiling. All the time spent just to park on the dock side of Long Beach was for nothing, because we were eventually directed to park somewhere off downtown. Another long walk later, and we were somewhere downtown waiting for a shuttle to take us back to the Queen Mary (20). Seconds after the shuttle arrives, and the whole group of us are trying to squeeze our way into the shuttle. I was somewhere in the back, and never made it onto the shuttle with the rest of my group. Instead, I had to run off to another shuttle around the corner to take another shuttle. That sucked so much.
Eventually, I met up with the group, and they bought their tickets to take the Queen Mary ghost tour. While we waited, we walked up the marina, and I spotted something called the Russian Scorpion (21), a submarine (22) docked right next to the Queen Mary. Half an hour later, the sun set, and at 9:00PM, a fireworks show commenced right behind the Queen Mary. Pretty. When their tour was over, we all went into the Queen Mary and checked out some of the haunted spots (23) (24) on the ship.
We went back downtown to get some dinner, and our first choice was The Rock Bottom, but it was damn crowded. It was getting late, and LBC at night (25) didn't seem like a very friendly place. We finally decided to eat dinner at Denny's and headed back to the hotel. I decided to pass on getting fucked up that night and opted to get a full night's rest. Tomorrow was going to be our last day in Los Angeles, so I had to have as much energy as possible.
Saturday, July 5th, 12:00PM
Woke up late once more, and this time I nearly missed something. Today, the party had split up into three separate groups, off to do their own things. One group went to a swapmeet/flea market to shop, another went shopping in Santa Monica, and our group (the guys) went off to Hollywood to get a glimpse of the rich and famous lifestyle. We picked up Andrew and JR, and from there, we took a bunch of highways (goddamned LA), to get to Hollywood blvd. We ended up getting lost somewhere up east Sunset blvd., and we had to double-back at least two times. We finally went west, and found Hollywood blvd (26) an hour later, 4:30PM. We parked, and walked up the that Hollywood star walk thing. Neat. We ended up at the Mann's (Grauman's) Chinese Theater (27). Dobhie bought one of those Star Maps things, and after our walk on the boulevard, we agreed to hunt for Britney Spears' house. According to the map, she's got a house waaay up in the hills, with no apparent way of accessing her house, short of a military special ops team drop-in. The drive up to her hood overheated the brakes of Dobhie's Durango pretty badly, great view of the city, though. After making our way down from the goddess' palace, we rolled out to Rodeo dr. to check out the high-class shops there. Most of the stores on Rodeo are from weird italian people I've never even heard of. Crazy.
We met back up with the rest of the family back at the hotel at around 8:30PM, and by then everyone but the group that had gone to Santa Monica had returned. This group was meant to be last because they had Rosilyn with them, and we were supposed to pull a surpise party on her when they got back. We waited for a bit, but eventually they got back, and we put the fear of the living God into the child (28). After the initial rush faded out, we barbecqued (29) some hamburgers and hotdogs outside. Played some late-night basketball, then tried to sleep early, because we were set to check out at 7AM the next day.
Sunday, July 6th, 6:30AM
Although some of us only got 3-4 hours of sleep, we were all able to get up and go on time, except Geno didn't sleep at all because he stayed up playing Warcraft 3 on my laptop. Hah. He ended up sleeping the whole trip back, though. We ate a free breakfast, compliments of the Residence Inn, and damn...it was quite possibly the best breakfast I have ever had.
6 hours later we're back in the quiet city of Sacramento, and I find that my house is all kinds of fucked up (30) since I left. My parents had already begun tiling the kitchen and family room since I had left, and now, I find myself in the thick of it. Bah, more work for me to do.
First off, let me say that some of the things I had hoped to do during our Los Angeles trip didn't get to happen. We didn't go to San Diego or Mexico while we were there, and we sure as Hell didn't go clubbing. But it's all good. Next time, for certain. The fact that most of us were only 20 had a small part in not letting us do some of the good stuff. Now, onto the adventure:
Wednesday, July 2nd, 9:00PM
We left later than planned, but it worked out fine. Dobhie didn't get to hook up his Xbox to his dash-mounted video screen, but we watched some DVD's instead. As usual, I get no sleep in moving vehicles. It's just not possible.
Thursday, July 3rd, 3:45AM
We arrived at the Residence Inn located in Fullerton. A total of 18 people stayed there, and sleeping space was limited to the floor for those who arrived that day.
The first thing I did upon arrival was find a nice little corner of the hotel to dump my things and make my temporary base of operations (1).
I set up my gear, while the guys ate a very late dinner (2). They stayed up until 4:30AM kickin back and talking. I tried to sleep to the sounds of Cursive, but couldn't sleep at all that morning. I closed my eyes, but kept opening them and before I knew it, the sun was rising. 18 hours without sleep, no big deal.
At 8AM or so, the first of my cousins woke up, and some of them started cooking breakfast. The guys started to get up at around 9AM, and we headed out to the basketball court and played for about half an hour. The signs of my sleeplessness started to show, I began to lose a lot of my strength while we played. They went swimming after hoopin up, and I went straight to the shower to re-energize.
The guys ate and got ready last, mainly because some of them were just joking around. I found Robbie filming Geno acting a fool upstairs (3).
From my view upstairs, I snapped a couple of pics of what the downstairs half of our hotel suite looked like (4) (5). We were living pretty lavish that week.
When everyone was ready to go, we were off to Del Amo mall.
Del Amo Mall is supposedly the biggest mall in California, not really in size, but more like in area. We wandered around for the most part, while Fred and his girlfriend Chance did some actual shopping. While there, I actually spotted a "celebrity," co-star of Disney's "That's So Raven," sitcom Orlando Brown. Sadly, I didn't anymore celebs from that point on.
After walking around, we chilled outside to wait (6) (7) for Fred, and later, we'd end up waiting for Dobhie's cousins Andrew and JR.
After Del Amo mall, we hooked up with Dobhie's cousin Mark (DJ Remark) and from there, we headed to Santa Monica (8).
Although we didn't hit the beach (9) (10) (11), we did check out the pier (12) (13).
After walking up the pier, we headed to Santa Monica's Promenade(15), a swank shopping plaza. We walked as far up as Santa Monica Blvd (16), and then made our way back to the parking lot to cruise off to our next destination.
Our last stop for the day was at Long Beach City's shopping plaza called The Block. It was late, so the stores were closed, but the bars and movie theater were still open. Just like Santa Monica's Promenade, it was full of hot girls. Sensory Overload. We ended up leaving after less than half an hour of walking around The Block, and we were nearly kicked out because security doesn't allow people to be walking around the plaza in groups bigger than 4. There were 9 of us altogether.
We got back to the hotel room around midnight, and made a quick run to the grocery store to buy some liquor for that night. At the Food 4 Less, we saw a whole crowd of folks chillin in the parking lot, apparently waiting for word of an illegal street race going down. It was cool.
Got back to the hotel suite, got hammered (kinda). Slept at 4:30AM. Sleeplessness grand total: 40 hours, a new personal record.
Friday, July 4th, 12:30AM
Woke up pretty late, but it was for a good cause. Turns out just about everyone woke up as late as I did, so I didn't miss much. Got ready to go, but didn't know where the hell we were going to go. It was the U.S.'s Independance day, and they agreed to head out to Long Beach for the day. The girl side of the party decided to go check out the Hotel Queen Mary (17), an old ship that's haunted and shit. Sounded cool, but expensive.
When we got to LBC (18), we hit some pretty nasty traffic(19), and we sat there for nearly half an hour, moving barely half a mile. All the gangster rap music that Dobhie had been bumpin since we got to LA was starting to get to me. Nothing like Ice Cube to get the blood boiling. All the time spent just to park on the dock side of Long Beach was for nothing, because we were eventually directed to park somewhere off downtown. Another long walk later, and we were somewhere downtown waiting for a shuttle to take us back to the Queen Mary (20). Seconds after the shuttle arrives, and the whole group of us are trying to squeeze our way into the shuttle. I was somewhere in the back, and never made it onto the shuttle with the rest of my group. Instead, I had to run off to another shuttle around the corner to take another shuttle. That sucked so much.
Eventually, I met up with the group, and they bought their tickets to take the Queen Mary ghost tour. While we waited, we walked up the marina, and I spotted something called the Russian Scorpion (21), a submarine (22) docked right next to the Queen Mary. Half an hour later, the sun set, and at 9:00PM, a fireworks show commenced right behind the Queen Mary. Pretty. When their tour was over, we all went into the Queen Mary and checked out some of the haunted spots (23) (24) on the ship.
We went back downtown to get some dinner, and our first choice was The Rock Bottom, but it was damn crowded. It was getting late, and LBC at night (25) didn't seem like a very friendly place. We finally decided to eat dinner at Denny's and headed back to the hotel. I decided to pass on getting fucked up that night and opted to get a full night's rest. Tomorrow was going to be our last day in Los Angeles, so I had to have as much energy as possible.
Saturday, July 5th, 12:00PM
Woke up late once more, and this time I nearly missed something. Today, the party had split up into three separate groups, off to do their own things. One group went to a swapmeet/flea market to shop, another went shopping in Santa Monica, and our group (the guys) went off to Hollywood to get a glimpse of the rich and famous lifestyle. We picked up Andrew and JR, and from there, we took a bunch of highways (goddamned LA), to get to Hollywood blvd. We ended up getting lost somewhere up east Sunset blvd., and we had to double-back at least two times. We finally went west, and found Hollywood blvd (26) an hour later, 4:30PM. We parked, and walked up the that Hollywood star walk thing. Neat. We ended up at the Mann's (Grauman's) Chinese Theater (27). Dobhie bought one of those Star Maps things, and after our walk on the boulevard, we agreed to hunt for Britney Spears' house. According to the map, she's got a house waaay up in the hills, with no apparent way of accessing her house, short of a military special ops team drop-in. The drive up to her hood overheated the brakes of Dobhie's Durango pretty badly, great view of the city, though. After making our way down from the goddess' palace, we rolled out to Rodeo dr. to check out the high-class shops there. Most of the stores on Rodeo are from weird italian people I've never even heard of. Crazy.
We met back up with the rest of the family back at the hotel at around 8:30PM, and by then everyone but the group that had gone to Santa Monica had returned. This group was meant to be last because they had Rosilyn with them, and we were supposed to pull a surpise party on her when they got back. We waited for a bit, but eventually they got back, and we put the fear of the living God into the child (28). After the initial rush faded out, we barbecqued (29) some hamburgers and hotdogs outside. Played some late-night basketball, then tried to sleep early, because we were set to check out at 7AM the next day.
Sunday, July 6th, 6:30AM
Although some of us only got 3-4 hours of sleep, we were all able to get up and go on time, except Geno didn't sleep at all because he stayed up playing Warcraft 3 on my laptop. Hah. He ended up sleeping the whole trip back, though. We ate a free breakfast, compliments of the Residence Inn, and damn...it was quite possibly the best breakfast I have ever had.
6 hours later we're back in the quiet city of Sacramento, and I find that my house is all kinds of fucked up (30) since I left. My parents had already begun tiling the kitchen and family room since I had left, and now, I find myself in the thick of it. Bah, more work for me to do.
Friday, June 27, 2003
Thank God, Hell has a Ghetto
what a great day. it's heating up, and i'm told today was the last day of work. i didnt go, because i helped Jon move his things to his new place. my sister says i should have called in, but i didnt even bother. i neglected protocol, Office Space style.
so now, i get to just chill for the next month, i dont even care about looking for another job for the rest of the summer. well, not entirely. there are still debts to pay off, and manditory expenses to take care of. eh, whatever. the state can take my job and shove it...into a closet, and forget i even worked there.
i feel good, getting sweaty, moving heavy things. soon, i've got to help my dad move everything in the family room out, because they're going to put tiles into the kitchen and family room. sounds great.
oh, and, jon and i had to drop some things off before he dropped me home, and it was in one of the infamous areas of Sacramento. G Parkway is like a small-scale version of Compton or something. it's odd to think that i live less than a mile away from one of 4 "ghettos" in Sacramento.
and of all the days i should have brought my camera to take pictures (of jon's new place, and of G Parkway), i didnt. dammit, those could have been awesome pictures.
what a great day. it's heating up, and i'm told today was the last day of work. i didnt go, because i helped Jon move his things to his new place. my sister says i should have called in, but i didnt even bother. i neglected protocol, Office Space style.
so now, i get to just chill for the next month, i dont even care about looking for another job for the rest of the summer. well, not entirely. there are still debts to pay off, and manditory expenses to take care of. eh, whatever. the state can take my job and shove it...into a closet, and forget i even worked there.
i feel good, getting sweaty, moving heavy things. soon, i've got to help my dad move everything in the family room out, because they're going to put tiles into the kitchen and family room. sounds great.
oh, and, jon and i had to drop some things off before he dropped me home, and it was in one of the infamous areas of Sacramento. G Parkway is like a small-scale version of Compton or something. it's odd to think that i live less than a mile away from one of 4 "ghettos" in Sacramento.
and of all the days i should have brought my camera to take pictures (of jon's new place, and of G Parkway), i didnt. dammit, those could have been awesome pictures.
Thursday, June 26, 2003
this ROCKS. in less than one week, i will be out of this godforsaken wasteland of a town called Sacramento, heading towards the sinful pastures of Los Angeles and beyond. i'm extremely grateful to my cousins for bringing this trip together and bringing me along. there's nothing like escaping the boredom of life and abandoning all responsibilities.
while my sisters will be leaving with the first group of family on monday, my group will head out on wednesday, giving me extra time to organize the things i'll need for the trip. i might even buy and extra battery for my laptop for this trip. maybe not, those fuckers are expensive.
the girls of this trip plan on doing kiddie things like going to disneyland and shopping, namely, boring stuff. the guys, on the other hand, have other plans in mind. we'll most likely hit the town, clubbing at night (if there are any good clubs in L.A. that are 18 and up), go to San Diego most likely, and if i can persuade them, even Mexico. it'll be great. i'll try to update while i'm out, with pictures and shit.
i might have to buy a new memory stick for my camera, or maybe i can borrow orlando's 64mb stick...hopefully. doob's got a digital vidcam, so we're set there. hot shit, this'll be fuuuun.
i'll be skipping work tomorrow so i can help jon move...again.
while my sisters will be leaving with the first group of family on monday, my group will head out on wednesday, giving me extra time to organize the things i'll need for the trip. i might even buy and extra battery for my laptop for this trip. maybe not, those fuckers are expensive.
the girls of this trip plan on doing kiddie things like going to disneyland and shopping, namely, boring stuff. the guys, on the other hand, have other plans in mind. we'll most likely hit the town, clubbing at night (if there are any good clubs in L.A. that are 18 and up), go to San Diego most likely, and if i can persuade them, even Mexico. it'll be great. i'll try to update while i'm out, with pictures and shit.
i might have to buy a new memory stick for my camera, or maybe i can borrow orlando's 64mb stick...hopefully. doob's got a digital vidcam, so we're set there. hot shit, this'll be fuuuun.
i'll be skipping work tomorrow so i can help jon move...again.
this ROCKS. in less than one week, i will be out of this godforsaken wasteland of a town called Sacramento, heading towards the sinful pastures of Los Angeles and beyond. i'm extremely grateful to my cousins for bringing this trip together and bringing me along. there's nothing like escaping the boredom of life and abandoning all responsibilities.
while my sisters will be leaving with the first group of family on monday, my group will head out on wednesday, giving me extra time to organize the things i'll need for the trip. i might even buy and extra battery for my laptop for this trip. maybe not, those fuckers are expensive.
the girls of this trip plan on doing kiddie things like going to disneyland and shopping, namely, boring stuff. the guys, on the other hand, have other plans in mind. we'll most likely hit the town, clubbing at night (if there are any good clubs in L.A. that are 18 and up), go to San Diego most likely, and if i can persuade them, even Mexico. it'll be great. i'll try to update while i'm out, with pictures and shit.
i might have to buy a new memory stick for my camera, or maybe i can borrow orlando's 64mb stick...hopefully. doob's got a digital vidcam, so we're set there. hot shit, this'll be fuuuun.
i'll be skipping work tomorrow so i can help jon move...again.
while my sisters will be leaving with the first group of family on monday, my group will head out on wednesday, giving me extra time to organize the things i'll need for the trip. i might even buy and extra battery for my laptop for this trip. maybe not, those fuckers are expensive.
the girls of this trip plan on doing kiddie things like going to disneyland and shopping, namely, boring stuff. the guys, on the other hand, have other plans in mind. we'll most likely hit the town, clubbing at night (if there are any good clubs in L.A. that are 18 and up), go to San Diego most likely, and if i can persuade them, even Mexico. it'll be great. i'll try to update while i'm out, with pictures and shit.
i might have to buy a new memory stick for my camera, or maybe i can borrow orlando's 64mb stick...hopefully. doob's got a digital vidcam, so we're set there. hot shit, this'll be fuuuun.
i'll be skipping work tomorrow so i can help jon move...again.
Monday, June 23, 2003
so i was thinking in the shower what my "soulmate" would be like. i'd want it to be some sappy, nearly cliché kind of romance, where the girl i have wanted all my life is the one that i denied. ya know, a girl that i, for some reason, saw as more of a friend than a lover. i would have met her almost randomly, probably a friend of a friend or mutual acquaintance, or maybe a near-complete stranger at the video store. and it would turn out that we've got a freaky amount of coincidal interests, to the point that she should be a complete dork, if it weren't for the fact that she turned out cool and way too cute to fit the mold. so maybe at first i like her and flirt, as i would no doubt do to any cute girl. but then something unforeseen would happen, or i something about her makes me see her as too much of a friend to ever take it further. at this point i would have no idea how she felt about me or us, as we are having way too much fun being friends and buddies. we play video games, and she definitely owns me at certain games, and i would totally whoop her at others. she draws, is into many different aspects of art and media in general, she even goes with me to comic store to pick up a copy of 100 Bullets or something, while i dork around looking at collectible card games and miniatures, with an issue of Spiderman ready to buy. she doesnt mind that i play the penultimate forms of dorkdom like magic: the gathering and such, and hell, she plays me once in a while with my own cards. she is my equal in almost every way, and that is something in and of itself, as i do not consider many girls to be my equal. sure, they can have higher grades than me, but they're generally not smarter than i. sure, they've got skills when it comes to creative endeavors, but their limits are more than mine.
after months of hanging out and doing things that guys would generally do together (ex: chill outside and shoot the shit, talk about cars and violent acts, etc.), somehow i come to the conclusion that, "hey, we can't be more than this, but i'm perfectly fine with it." maybe she tells me she meets some rad guy, and says he's kind of like me, but not as cool. this doesn't disturb me at all. i even encourage her to get him, if he's almost as cool as me, and i say it with a smile. my heart doesnt break. we hang out almost regularly: weekends and any odd day that we're both off. of course there's the monthly trip to the comics store routine.
i eventually find a girl, and tell her about it. this one's a run-of-the-mill girl, does not hold a candle to her. our romantic lives diverge in opposite paths, and for a time things run as normal. when our circles of friends see us together, having fun, playing around, they ask why we arent together. they ask why we go out with guys/girls that aren't even close to compatible to us, and that we're deluding ourselves. i tell them that we're the best of friends, and that's all we need. i deny that we're perfect for one another, and that us being friends is what is perfect for us. she and i laugh at their ideas and continue being the best of buds. we prove to them that there is such thing as a platonic relationship.
from there, things start to get a little bit different. we would renew the flirtation that started when we first met. she goes through a bad break-up with the current loser, and i'm there to console. and then it becomes totally different. she now divulges her entire thoughts and feelings, and we become closer friends. she even slips into her confessions that she sees me almost like a brother; she's that comfortable with me. i'm her shoulder to cry on, and now we can talk about more than just comics, video games, what was on tv last night, and how dumb American Idol is. i now know her whole life story, and she knows mine. the jokes we normally would throw at each other have reduced, and we're a bit more considerate of one another. we still go to the comics store, but also i come along with her when she goes shopping for girly things, and i'm once thought to be the hapless boyfriend, what with all the bags i end up lugging about at the end of the day's shopping spree.
when once we would sit side by side, looking off into the crowd, we now are sitting/standing opposite each, our attention paid fully to each other. no longer are we the ones who carry each other out of the party when one of us gets too drunk, but instead we try to persuade each other not to drink too much that night. our "secret" handshake is often replaced by a hug goodbye, and sometimes touchy-feely, and possibly flirtatious interactions. the buddy nicknames we assigned one another are replaced by sincere petnames.
a year has come and gone since we first met, and we're still the best of friends. more than that, we're almost kin. it comes to a point that both of our families know us, and because of our friendship, our families become friends. she sleeps over once in a while if we stayed up too late watching tv or a movie, or from playing Street Fighter too long last night. when i would wake up from nights like that, i'd find her almost curled up next to me, or she would be laying upon me in some comfortable way. whatever boyfriend/girlfriend we have at the time would be completely jealous of the time we spend with each, no matter how much reassurance we give them that we're like brothers and sisters. it even comes to a point that we break up with them because they catch us asleep on the couch together in a suspicious way. but of course, we tell each other that they're not worth it if they can't understand that we're just friends.
maybe two years down the line, one of us feels like we've found "the one," and we ask each other if this person is right for us. we nitpick about how bad that person is for them, and that it won't last, or they're not "the one." that drives a slight wedge between us, and for a while we don't speak or see each other. our friends would jest that this is a "lover's quarrel." we see the folly of our ways and try to apologize to each other. and then, as one of us is on our way to mend a relationship thats more important than girlfriends and boyfriends, fiancés and spouses, something bad happens. this is the turning point of the romance that was denied.
i am in something of a hurry to get to her, before she goes on the vacation trip with her boyfriend where she's sure he's going to propose to her. i want to apologize for being a dick before both our lives permanently change, for once they cement their love, there will be no chance for me to make that apology. the wedge will have been driven too far to repair. the red light came too quickly, or maybe my thoughts weren't on the road at all. the lights of the car are blinding, as i brace myself for the impact. i let out a haunting, "nooo!" that echoes in my consciousness as the car hits. i'm not screaming "no," hoping the car won't hit me, i'm saying no because i won't get to her in time. my chance has been wasted.
but it has not.
i awake, half expecting it to be a crazy dream, induced by a late night session of Grand Theft Auto. i'm groggy, but i can feel her head with my hand, and her hand grasping tightly onto mine. i expect her to have crashed at my house, while i played video games, and she neglected studying for her finals. instead, i see the sanitary whiteness of a hospital patient's room. i'm not sitting on my couch, my bed is elevated. the beeping noise isnt my Playstation2 acting up, it's the life support system.
she did not go to Spain with the man of her dreams, she came to me the second she heard what hospital i was in. her boyfriend argued that i was what kept them from going, that i am the cause of their relationship's problems. she defies his every word, they break up at that moment. she cried, not because they had broken up, but because i'm somewhere dying. now, she's asleep, her tears still damp on my hand and blanket.
she senses that i'm awake, and looks up at me. i tell her, "hey...i wanted to apologize..." she says, "no, dont...this is all my fault. this never should have happened. i didn't want this to ever happen." i smile, "don't worry, we'll be getting into arguments like this for years to come, i promise." she laughs, but we know that this moment is too serious to make jokes. her voice lowers, almost to a whisper. "no, this. us. nothing should have come between us. i care about you too much to let that happen, but i slipped this time."
"believe me, we both slipped up," i assure her. my hand strokes her hair as i say it. trying to soften the moment from the fact that i'm in a hospital bed, badly wounded. she smiles, and tears begin to stream once again.
my tone becomes more serious, and i tell her, "no apologies. we both know theres no point in them. you know, when the moment that i thought i would die, all i could think about is how i failed. i failed to tell you how much i care, how much i love you, that i could not let something like this destroy our friendship."
she looks down, and whispers, "yes, i know that feeling completely."
i continue, "i could not die not letting you know that."
she looks directly into my eyes, but it is different from the last time. she's not looking at me like she would if we were to go hang out. theres a look in her eyes, something he can't remember he's seen from her.
"not letting me know that you love me?" the tears she had shed moments ago had left her eyes with a shine that triggered something in me. the look in her eyes made more sense, and soon, a calm fell over me. i was no longer in a hospital, it was just her and i.
i was more sure of myself the moment i said those words, than i was any other time i had ever said them. there was no hesitation, no hint that i partially believed it when i said it. it was not mere words i spoke, it was the pulse of my heart and soul.
"yes... i love you. more than anything in this world."
her hand clenched mine, tighter than ever before. and then, she let go. i briefly hesitated, almost surprised by her suddenly letting my hand go. my fingers trembled in the air. i suddenly felt cold. the moment passed, and her hand touched mine. each of her fingers lined up with mine. warmth spread in me.
another tear falls, and she lightly smiles as it rolls down her cheeks. i can see them slightly turn rosy. somehow, i can hear her heartbeat, and possibly, she could hear mine.
"i love you. not just as a friend. i've always loved you more than that. since the beginning..." our fingers lock, and our hands clasp. my life felt affirmed, she made it understandable finally. more tears fall, and her smile seems to widen more. she starts to confess, "...i never knew how you felt, but it felt right that we would always be friends. somehow, what i hoped would become of us turned into this amazing friendship. and that mattered more than i ever dreamed. you became a part of me, and that made it easier for me to love you as both a friend, and secretly more than that. i always wanted to tell you, but we both understood that going in seperate ways would be best for us. that way we could never lose what we had. it was perfect for us, but not how it was meant to be. somewhere along the way i lost sight of that. when we argued, that was just us saying that we're meant for something more, that we..."
she stopped midsentence. she knew i was going to say something. she wasnt even looking at me, since she tended to look away when she was nervous about what she really wanted say.
i blurt it out. two words that i knew she would answer.
"marry me."
she looks into my eyes once again, the smallest hint of surprise in her face. not because of what i said, but at the moment at which i asked her.
"yes," she says.
the end.
essentially, thats the story. maybe i'll try and make something of it someday, comic, novella, i don't know. there isnt a definite ending because that would just defeat the purpose of the story. showing what happens years from that last moment would kill the idea of a romantic love story. besides, i'd probably write that they're divorced with two kids, and i'm off somewhere with a new love while she's in europe with last guy she broke up with before me. hah.
after months of hanging out and doing things that guys would generally do together (ex: chill outside and shoot the shit, talk about cars and violent acts, etc.), somehow i come to the conclusion that, "hey, we can't be more than this, but i'm perfectly fine with it." maybe she tells me she meets some rad guy, and says he's kind of like me, but not as cool. this doesn't disturb me at all. i even encourage her to get him, if he's almost as cool as me, and i say it with a smile. my heart doesnt break. we hang out almost regularly: weekends and any odd day that we're both off. of course there's the monthly trip to the comics store routine.
i eventually find a girl, and tell her about it. this one's a run-of-the-mill girl, does not hold a candle to her. our romantic lives diverge in opposite paths, and for a time things run as normal. when our circles of friends see us together, having fun, playing around, they ask why we arent together. they ask why we go out with guys/girls that aren't even close to compatible to us, and that we're deluding ourselves. i tell them that we're the best of friends, and that's all we need. i deny that we're perfect for one another, and that us being friends is what is perfect for us. she and i laugh at their ideas and continue being the best of buds. we prove to them that there is such thing as a platonic relationship.
from there, things start to get a little bit different. we would renew the flirtation that started when we first met. she goes through a bad break-up with the current loser, and i'm there to console. and then it becomes totally different. she now divulges her entire thoughts and feelings, and we become closer friends. she even slips into her confessions that she sees me almost like a brother; she's that comfortable with me. i'm her shoulder to cry on, and now we can talk about more than just comics, video games, what was on tv last night, and how dumb American Idol is. i now know her whole life story, and she knows mine. the jokes we normally would throw at each other have reduced, and we're a bit more considerate of one another. we still go to the comics store, but also i come along with her when she goes shopping for girly things, and i'm once thought to be the hapless boyfriend, what with all the bags i end up lugging about at the end of the day's shopping spree.
when once we would sit side by side, looking off into the crowd, we now are sitting/standing opposite each, our attention paid fully to each other. no longer are we the ones who carry each other out of the party when one of us gets too drunk, but instead we try to persuade each other not to drink too much that night. our "secret" handshake is often replaced by a hug goodbye, and sometimes touchy-feely, and possibly flirtatious interactions. the buddy nicknames we assigned one another are replaced by sincere petnames.
a year has come and gone since we first met, and we're still the best of friends. more than that, we're almost kin. it comes to a point that both of our families know us, and because of our friendship, our families become friends. she sleeps over once in a while if we stayed up too late watching tv or a movie, or from playing Street Fighter too long last night. when i would wake up from nights like that, i'd find her almost curled up next to me, or she would be laying upon me in some comfortable way. whatever boyfriend/girlfriend we have at the time would be completely jealous of the time we spend with each, no matter how much reassurance we give them that we're like brothers and sisters. it even comes to a point that we break up with them because they catch us asleep on the couch together in a suspicious way. but of course, we tell each other that they're not worth it if they can't understand that we're just friends.
maybe two years down the line, one of us feels like we've found "the one," and we ask each other if this person is right for us. we nitpick about how bad that person is for them, and that it won't last, or they're not "the one." that drives a slight wedge between us, and for a while we don't speak or see each other. our friends would jest that this is a "lover's quarrel." we see the folly of our ways and try to apologize to each other. and then, as one of us is on our way to mend a relationship thats more important than girlfriends and boyfriends, fiancés and spouses, something bad happens. this is the turning point of the romance that was denied.
i am in something of a hurry to get to her, before she goes on the vacation trip with her boyfriend where she's sure he's going to propose to her. i want to apologize for being a dick before both our lives permanently change, for once they cement their love, there will be no chance for me to make that apology. the wedge will have been driven too far to repair. the red light came too quickly, or maybe my thoughts weren't on the road at all. the lights of the car are blinding, as i brace myself for the impact. i let out a haunting, "nooo!" that echoes in my consciousness as the car hits. i'm not screaming "no," hoping the car won't hit me, i'm saying no because i won't get to her in time. my chance has been wasted.
but it has not.
i awake, half expecting it to be a crazy dream, induced by a late night session of Grand Theft Auto. i'm groggy, but i can feel her head with my hand, and her hand grasping tightly onto mine. i expect her to have crashed at my house, while i played video games, and she neglected studying for her finals. instead, i see the sanitary whiteness of a hospital patient's room. i'm not sitting on my couch, my bed is elevated. the beeping noise isnt my Playstation2 acting up, it's the life support system.
she did not go to Spain with the man of her dreams, she came to me the second she heard what hospital i was in. her boyfriend argued that i was what kept them from going, that i am the cause of their relationship's problems. she defies his every word, they break up at that moment. she cried, not because they had broken up, but because i'm somewhere dying. now, she's asleep, her tears still damp on my hand and blanket.
she senses that i'm awake, and looks up at me. i tell her, "hey...i wanted to apologize..." she says, "no, dont...this is all my fault. this never should have happened. i didn't want this to ever happen." i smile, "don't worry, we'll be getting into arguments like this for years to come, i promise." she laughs, but we know that this moment is too serious to make jokes. her voice lowers, almost to a whisper. "no, this. us. nothing should have come between us. i care about you too much to let that happen, but i slipped this time."
"believe me, we both slipped up," i assure her. my hand strokes her hair as i say it. trying to soften the moment from the fact that i'm in a hospital bed, badly wounded. she smiles, and tears begin to stream once again.
my tone becomes more serious, and i tell her, "no apologies. we both know theres no point in them. you know, when the moment that i thought i would die, all i could think about is how i failed. i failed to tell you how much i care, how much i love you, that i could not let something like this destroy our friendship."
she looks down, and whispers, "yes, i know that feeling completely."
i continue, "i could not die not letting you know that."
she looks directly into my eyes, but it is different from the last time. she's not looking at me like she would if we were to go hang out. theres a look in her eyes, something he can't remember he's seen from her.
"not letting me know that you love me?" the tears she had shed moments ago had left her eyes with a shine that triggered something in me. the look in her eyes made more sense, and soon, a calm fell over me. i was no longer in a hospital, it was just her and i.
i was more sure of myself the moment i said those words, than i was any other time i had ever said them. there was no hesitation, no hint that i partially believed it when i said it. it was not mere words i spoke, it was the pulse of my heart and soul.
"yes... i love you. more than anything in this world."
her hand clenched mine, tighter than ever before. and then, she let go. i briefly hesitated, almost surprised by her suddenly letting my hand go. my fingers trembled in the air. i suddenly felt cold. the moment passed, and her hand touched mine. each of her fingers lined up with mine. warmth spread in me.
another tear falls, and she lightly smiles as it rolls down her cheeks. i can see them slightly turn rosy. somehow, i can hear her heartbeat, and possibly, she could hear mine.
"i love you. not just as a friend. i've always loved you more than that. since the beginning..." our fingers lock, and our hands clasp. my life felt affirmed, she made it understandable finally. more tears fall, and her smile seems to widen more. she starts to confess, "...i never knew how you felt, but it felt right that we would always be friends. somehow, what i hoped would become of us turned into this amazing friendship. and that mattered more than i ever dreamed. you became a part of me, and that made it easier for me to love you as both a friend, and secretly more than that. i always wanted to tell you, but we both understood that going in seperate ways would be best for us. that way we could never lose what we had. it was perfect for us, but not how it was meant to be. somewhere along the way i lost sight of that. when we argued, that was just us saying that we're meant for something more, that we..."
she stopped midsentence. she knew i was going to say something. she wasnt even looking at me, since she tended to look away when she was nervous about what she really wanted say.
i blurt it out. two words that i knew she would answer.
"marry me."
she looks into my eyes once again, the smallest hint of surprise in her face. not because of what i said, but at the moment at which i asked her.
"yes," she says.
the end.
essentially, thats the story. maybe i'll try and make something of it someday, comic, novella, i don't know. there isnt a definite ending because that would just defeat the purpose of the story. showing what happens years from that last moment would kill the idea of a romantic love story. besides, i'd probably write that they're divorced with two kids, and i'm off somewhere with a new love while she's in europe with last guy she broke up with before me. hah.
Sunday, June 22, 2003
another weekend come and gone, now a whole week of work once more. although i can only work up to 6 hours a day this week (i'm too lazy to wake up earlier than that), it's all good. 6 hour shifts are my style, and the work day officially ends at 5:30 for us. that gives me plenty of time when i get home to dick around or play gamecube. yay :).
goddammit, i just used a smilie in my own blog. we're all doomed.
regardless of whether i actually got anything done this weekend, it felt gooood. i've had some of the sweetest dreams these past few nights. i'm tellin ya, i felt warm and tingly on the inside. no, i didnt wet the bed, dammit.
one of the dreams i had was an odd moment at work where it seemed like i "reconciled" with that one girl, although i never fell out of favor with her for anything. bah. but anyway, she walks up to me while i'm doing something unimportant, like sharpening my pencil, and she starts talking to me like we're back in our training class. ah, those were the happy days. and i think i apologize to her for some mysterious offense i had inflicted upon her, and all was good. and it was as if we could pick things up again and have a happy ending. bleh, it was a dumb dream, but i did wake up smiling a bit.
my other dream was a charming "date" dream, where i met up with this really cute classmate of mine at some public place, an outdoor shopping plaza or something. and we start walking around, chatting, having a good time. fast-forward past all the innocent love bullshit, and we're chilling on my bedroom floor (although i seem to have a spacious bedroom in my dream), and theres a mini tv on. we're laying flat on our stomachs, me facing the tv, and her nearly parallel to the televizzle. i scooch (heh, thats not a real word) closer to her, and we talk a little bit closer. she's smiling at me the entire time, with that shine in her eyes that TOTALLY melts my heart and shit. my elbow grazes hers, and i inch close-up to her, and give her a kiss on the cheek, pretty close to her lips. she blushes, and then she leans in to return the kiss...and then i wake up.
fucking dreams, i swear they're like your average girl, TEASES.
goddammit, i just used a smilie in my own blog. we're all doomed.
regardless of whether i actually got anything done this weekend, it felt gooood. i've had some of the sweetest dreams these past few nights. i'm tellin ya, i felt warm and tingly on the inside. no, i didnt wet the bed, dammit.
one of the dreams i had was an odd moment at work where it seemed like i "reconciled" with that one girl, although i never fell out of favor with her for anything. bah. but anyway, she walks up to me while i'm doing something unimportant, like sharpening my pencil, and she starts talking to me like we're back in our training class. ah, those were the happy days. and i think i apologize to her for some mysterious offense i had inflicted upon her, and all was good. and it was as if we could pick things up again and have a happy ending. bleh, it was a dumb dream, but i did wake up smiling a bit.
my other dream was a charming "date" dream, where i met up with this really cute classmate of mine at some public place, an outdoor shopping plaza or something. and we start walking around, chatting, having a good time. fast-forward past all the innocent love bullshit, and we're chilling on my bedroom floor (although i seem to have a spacious bedroom in my dream), and theres a mini tv on. we're laying flat on our stomachs, me facing the tv, and her nearly parallel to the televizzle. i scooch (heh, thats not a real word) closer to her, and we talk a little bit closer. she's smiling at me the entire time, with that shine in her eyes that TOTALLY melts my heart and shit. my elbow grazes hers, and i inch close-up to her, and give her a kiss on the cheek, pretty close to her lips. she blushes, and then she leans in to return the kiss...and then i wake up.
fucking dreams, i swear they're like your average girl, TEASES.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
i'm pretty hyped. it seems i may get two chances to head to southern california this summer. so far, my first trip will come the July 4th weekend, when the majority of our cousins and some "extended" family will be going to L.A. to have some fun. the second possibility will be about a week after I get back from L.A. Ryan and i have put it upon ourselves to take the trek to san diego for the annual International Comic Convention. should this dream come true, it is guaranteed to be a blast. should i take the second trip back, though, i very well may go broke this summer after all. hopefully i'll have enough money left over for my snowboarding gear come winter.
i know, it seems like a waste to go back and forth from L.A. to Sac to San Diego. but hell, i'm not driving, but it'll be just as expensive to take the trip in the first place.
now, i've got to go about and get in touch with all the people who would possibly be going to SDCC, and find a way to hook up with them at the con. i might still be able to make this the best summer of my life. hopefully.
i know, it seems like a waste to go back and forth from L.A. to Sac to San Diego. but hell, i'm not driving, but it'll be just as expensive to take the trip in the first place.
now, i've got to go about and get in touch with all the people who would possibly be going to SDCC, and find a way to hook up with them at the con. i might still be able to make this the best summer of my life. hopefully.
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
The Hulk comes out this Friday, aaaaand... i've been bloggin waaay too much lately. more so in this past week and a half than in the past 2 and a half months. what in the nine burning hells is going on?
i think she winked at me as i walked past her today. maybe not, but if so, it was a pleasant addition to the hum-drum days i've worked lately. she's cute, and a bangin body to boot. as my niggah Matt had once put it, "man, that Liliya, I'd take her so badly, wouldn't you?"
bah, another day, another 60 dollars made.
fuck, my wrist aching, to the point of unnatural pain. every four months or so, one of my wrists does something that makes it painful to extend the joint in any direction. it kind of freaks me out, especially since it's a chronic occurence. i'm getting oooold.
i think she winked at me as i walked past her today. maybe not, but if so, it was a pleasant addition to the hum-drum days i've worked lately. she's cute, and a bangin body to boot. as my niggah Matt had once put it, "man, that Liliya, I'd take her so badly, wouldn't you?"
bah, another day, another 60 dollars made.
fuck, my wrist aching, to the point of unnatural pain. every four months or so, one of my wrists does something that makes it painful to extend the joint in any direction. it kind of freaks me out, especially since it's a chronic occurence. i'm getting oooold.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
GODDAMMIT. this is the third time i've spotted a silverfish crawl up my wall in the past week. i think my room might have a slight infestation of those disgusting bastards. ennnrrrrrhhh. of all corporeal things in this world to be afraid of, i have a near deathly fear of silverfish. i'm not entirely sure why. i think it's because i remember hearing that they're poisonous or something. and i remember seeing something on tv with a closet FULL of them. jeeze, i think i'm getting goosebumps just thinking of it. DAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNITT.
Saturday, June 14, 2003
Damn. after reading the this blog's backlogs...i long for those days past. i actually had a measure of happiness then. so naive and stupid. bah. and after watchin Time Machine the other day, i want to physically change the past. but then again, the short lesson taught in that movie is that some things are meant to happen, and cannot be undone. damnitt. so whether or not i could change certain events in my life, it would be for naught, as H.G. Wells teaches. Like it or not, Carol will appear in my life, Claudia will never leave my thoughts, and i will always screw up in one way or another. it is fate.
the only way to end this current cycle...is to end it prematurely.
the only way to end this current cycle...is to end it prematurely.
Friday, June 13, 2003
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Thursday, June 05, 2003
hm. it's been a long week since i last recorded recent events. short story long: exhaustion. exhausted from the near constant (i exaggerate) string of communique from previously mentioned old friends, ex, and her. i have truly become everyone's step ladder. bahhh. sure, i like being called upon to help, but damn. it can get quite tedious when it comes day after day. and i still havent put pencil to paper lately and drawn for the pure joy of it.
tonight, my cousin Mary Grace is graduating from high school, and the fam and i will be having a rather large dinner at a chinese restaurant somewhere. tomorrow, i'll have to wake up early once more, this time i'll be taking the ex so she can take her driving permit written test thing. bah. why am i such a sucker?
before i forget, she told me today that she's got a chance to be on MTV's next "Real World" season in San Diego. i woke up early this morning to let her borrow my vidcam so she can tape the third phase of the interview process, which was a telephone interview. i'm actually pretty excited for her, although i tried not to show it today. the exhaustion of this past week has rubbed off as hostility toward her, although i did not intend for my problems to manifest itself that way.
i, in no way, intended for the early part of my summer to be a re-run of my past, what with her, kris, jr, and carol equally occupying my waking time and thoughts. i had hoped to spend some of my summer vacation with this one girl named Anh, but she turned the tables on me at the last second. and that really sucked. there was also the outside hope to try and hook up with this hottie from one of my classes this past semester...but thats a very slow work in progress. so much for summer lovin, hah. thus far, the only love i'm getting is from Neverwinter Nights, and oh, am i spankin that ass. figuratively speaking.
tonight, my cousin Mary Grace is graduating from high school, and the fam and i will be having a rather large dinner at a chinese restaurant somewhere. tomorrow, i'll have to wake up early once more, this time i'll be taking the ex so she can take her driving permit written test thing. bah. why am i such a sucker?
before i forget, she told me today that she's got a chance to be on MTV's next "Real World" season in San Diego. i woke up early this morning to let her borrow my vidcam so she can tape the third phase of the interview process, which was a telephone interview. i'm actually pretty excited for her, although i tried not to show it today. the exhaustion of this past week has rubbed off as hostility toward her, although i did not intend for my problems to manifest itself that way.
i, in no way, intended for the early part of my summer to be a re-run of my past, what with her, kris, jr, and carol equally occupying my waking time and thoughts. i had hoped to spend some of my summer vacation with this one girl named Anh, but she turned the tables on me at the last second. and that really sucked. there was also the outside hope to try and hook up with this hottie from one of my classes this past semester...but thats a very slow work in progress. so much for summer lovin, hah. thus far, the only love i'm getting is from Neverwinter Nights, and oh, am i spankin that ass. figuratively speaking.
Thursday, May 29, 2003
damn, my week is all kinds of FUCKED UP. jam packed with issues, ya know? firstly, i went to work only to find out that i wasnt supposed to work on tuesday. d'oh. i tried to stick around for 4 hours, as the option to work was given to me since i accidentally dropped by. i only stayed for 1 hour. turned out that there was no work for the rest of the week. i just want to quit already, i don't want to wait for them to lay me off. it's dragging on for way to long.
wednesday, i went to play tennis with my cousins and 2 of the boyfriends of my cousins gem and jac. the heat was intense, and were my constitution weaker (as if it werent already), i would have likely collapsed on the court. sucks to be out of shape. i shall resolve to strengthen my body so i can play better in the future, i've negelected it for far too long. that night, she came by to drop off the books i lent her earlier in the semester for the classes she ended up dropping. we shared a quaint moment, blah blah blah.
thursday, i tried selling the aforementioned books, but they did not fetch a damn thing. my hopes to have some pocket money to buy gas and some smokes went sour. now i've got to charge the gas to my credit card. and i hoped to never charge gas on credit, gaaaah.
on top of that, kris, one of my oldest friends, is in need of my help, so he's going to stay the night at my house, and we've got to find him a place to stay for the next couple of days.
and then... my ex texts me not 30 minutes ago, wanting to kick it tomorrow. so now, it'll be me, her, and kris, hanging out tomorrow. your average reunion that dates back 4 or 5 years back. fun times.
i swear, i might end up forgetting the actual things i need to get done this week because of all events popping up. dammit.
wednesday, i went to play tennis with my cousins and 2 of the boyfriends of my cousins gem and jac. the heat was intense, and were my constitution weaker (as if it werent already), i would have likely collapsed on the court. sucks to be out of shape. i shall resolve to strengthen my body so i can play better in the future, i've negelected it for far too long. that night, she came by to drop off the books i lent her earlier in the semester for the classes she ended up dropping. we shared a quaint moment, blah blah blah.
thursday, i tried selling the aforementioned books, but they did not fetch a damn thing. my hopes to have some pocket money to buy gas and some smokes went sour. now i've got to charge the gas to my credit card. and i hoped to never charge gas on credit, gaaaah.
on top of that, kris, one of my oldest friends, is in need of my help, so he's going to stay the night at my house, and we've got to find him a place to stay for the next couple of days.
and then... my ex texts me not 30 minutes ago, wanting to kick it tomorrow. so now, it'll be me, her, and kris, hanging out tomorrow. your average reunion that dates back 4 or 5 years back. fun times.
i swear, i might end up forgetting the actual things i need to get done this week because of all events popping up. dammit.
Friday, May 09, 2003
i think i'll rescind my previous policy of limiting information regarding my romantic life. let's just say i got a slight wake up call today, and not just because it was 6:45 in the morning. i spent the better half of my day in the company of my ex-girlfriend, and if you know me, i used to speak quite lowly of her (sorry Carol, if you ever read this). that practice, along with isolating my current affairs, are going to change in the coming weeks/months. so yeah, Carol and i went on a 'date,' although it cannot be called one, considering she has a boyfriend. mcdonalds breakfast, starbucks ,movie, in & out lunch, good times all around. i started to rethink the way i nonchalantly deny people access to my private life, and how dumb it was for me to do so. in the past week or two, i've been divulging info to certain people, including her, that i had hesitated to acknowledge in the past. it's just not healthy to bottle it up.
today was a really good day. i'm a little bit happier now. work didn't even phase me today, as i just dicked around and had a good time earning my $8.30 an hour. my cute co-worker Anh, whom i hope to get in a few dates with over the summer, was there today, which brightened my day further. co-worker Matt was around as well, and we actually we conversed, which made this day all the more worthwhile. he caught me 'mackin' on Anh, although i'd consider it just normal, friendly conversation, and he highly approved of her. when i rolled up to him (literally, i was in a rolling chair), i commented on how HOT the girl that sat across from him today was (refer to blog entry dated 4/15/2003), he had me laughing because he agreed, but also said that she was sexy, but dim. hahah. apparently, she's a ditz. eh, good enough for me, hah. he went on to say that Anh is quite the looker and encouraged me to get in on that. thats what i'm looking forward to this summer, going out with Anh. and getting a new job. mmm, money. still not sure about summer school, maybe i'll elect to skip it this year.
additionally, i think i'll be taking up cigarette smoking as something of a mild habit. i basically need something to do during my breaks at work, and smoking with co-workers sounds appealing to me. bah.
today was a really good day. i'm a little bit happier now. work didn't even phase me today, as i just dicked around and had a good time earning my $8.30 an hour. my cute co-worker Anh, whom i hope to get in a few dates with over the summer, was there today, which brightened my day further. co-worker Matt was around as well, and we actually we conversed, which made this day all the more worthwhile. he caught me 'mackin' on Anh, although i'd consider it just normal, friendly conversation, and he highly approved of her. when i rolled up to him (literally, i was in a rolling chair), i commented on how HOT the girl that sat across from him today was (refer to blog entry dated 4/15/2003), he had me laughing because he agreed, but also said that she was sexy, but dim. hahah. apparently, she's a ditz. eh, good enough for me, hah. he went on to say that Anh is quite the looker and encouraged me to get in on that. thats what i'm looking forward to this summer, going out with Anh. and getting a new job. mmm, money. still not sure about summer school, maybe i'll elect to skip it this year.
additionally, i think i'll be taking up cigarette smoking as something of a mild habit. i basically need something to do during my breaks at work, and smoking with co-workers sounds appealing to me. bah.