Saturday, October 13, 2007
Today has been brought to you by the letter L
Getting inked has been on my mind since graduation. Well, actually, long before then, but it was seriously on my mind since then. I actually stepped into a tattoo shop (Kat Von D’s no less) and was about to go through with it. I had on my mind, at the time, the idea of a pinup girl and a robot concept… it wasn’t really planned out. If there are two things I enjoy the most right?
Still… I had this whole notion of having some sort of post apocalyptic robot dominated world picturesque mural on my back… moving images and everything :D I say that hoping there are some Bradbury fans out there.
So… in light of speaking to my sis today, I think I’m going forward with more concrete (as in more practical – less ideal) direction with my first ink session. No doubt, one’s not going to cut it… (okay I swear I’m not trying with the puns)… I just need something that looks good on its own, but will connect to the overall theme. That would be my mantra.
Life. Love. Laughter.
I forgot an important word… it’s been rough, speaking for myself, when I’m lost in my own world. I just get swept up in the madness and before long, I’m drowning in the chaos of life. But there’s more to life than the hustle and the bustle… the chaos is not all consuming. There is Love…(which admittedly is on hold – at least personal romantic Love). I think it’s taking a different form, and I’m honoring and cherishing the Love you have for your mother, as a son, and as a brother at the moment. There’s Laughter… which feels like few and far in between, but they’re there… and they happen often enough (the key is to fill our days with laughter no?). Life goes without speaking. Live life to it’s fullest (that’s the plan). Then there’s that other L-word. The one that I always knew but was not apparent to me as of late. What was missing was the Light.
The light represents awakening. It is knowledge, wisdom, and the search for higher truths. So powerful a word, that’s its counterpoint – the darkness fails by comparison. Think about it, the light always shines through the darkness, and well the darkness can’t penetrate through the light. Blah… abstract notions and this blog is already too long. Just think about it.
L is for Light.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Some new developments
I’m feeling I can never be alone in San Jose – which is a good thing most of the times. After working all day I can actually go blow off steam hanging out with my friends, which is nice. It was such an occasion today in which I learned a few choice spots from Johnny. San Jose is becoming less and less of a mystery. I know the city’s big… not quite LA, but bigger than the valley… and growing.
So… I guess it falls on me to have adventures because supposedly I have hella free time, but in actuality I don’t. What with LSAT classes and now it turns out some “fun” college classes with my cousin… I might not have time between work, class, class, and skateboarding. Yes, that’s right, skateboarding. I did some of that today… getting my skateboarding legs in shape… maybe that would build momentum towards actually working out.
My mom’s still hurting… but she refused to go to the doctor’s again [it’s a wonder where I got that stubbornness from]. I got her to make an appointment for tomorrow, and I’m pretty much going to drive her there to make sure she gets treatment. I swear she needs to chill… it’s not like the work is going anywhere. Still, I tried my best to do as much as I can today. I figured if it’s done, than there’s nothing to worry about [though I’m sure she’ll find something].
My stepfather is considering an addition to the family… [Thinking positive, but as if there isn’t enough pressure…]. Who knows? This might push me even harder. Fuel for the flame… a fierce fire burning for a favorable future [See positive]. *note; I need to practice my other literary techniques, although alliteration is always awesome!P*
Congratulations are in order.
My cousin and my cousin-in-law had a child yesterday. Well, actually, my cousin’s wife had the child, and I’m sure my cousin did a great job watching/”supporting”. I just got the news today. The baby, a girl I believe [I need to confirm that], was born 6 weeks early weighing in at about 5 lbs. I can’t wait to see what she looks like, if she takes after her mom or her dad.
On the baby front, I met my aunt's baby girl today as well. It was my first time seeing the little thing. Very pretty, you can tell already. She has big eyes and light skin. She's half and half... which brings me full circle back to Johnny.
The Little Half-&-Half Part of Life.
So Johnny’s dealing with a proposal that I think is ridiculous. It sets up for a whole lot of hurt… but it’s his decision. I got to back my homie up on this one. This sucks because it falls on me to have fascinating stories… and for those who have been following my ongoing narrative… I’m pretty dull. Still, I’m not one to disappoint. Life is like coffee because its dark and bitter, but with a little half and half… it can be quite sweet. *see new technique, a simile [not one to disappoint], so smile.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Worried.
An early start goes awry. The early morning dispute led to a rather stressful Monday. I, of course, was a bystander. Mind you, not an innocent bystander, but I was the type of bystander who could have done something. Had I said something to defuse the situation spoke up sooner, made a joke… something? There are no innocent bystanders when an accident could have been prevented. This wasn’t an unexpected train accident. This was years of neglect letting the rails and tracks wear and tear. This was a train wreck tragedy. That was my morning.
Noon and afternoon was about taking care of my mom. Someone has to; she’s been doing everything else but that [including taking care of everyone else & me]. I took her mind away from the morning. It was too early in the week to start feeling aches and pains, but she was feeling them. I actually took her to the chiropractor– very impromptu, but much needed. She woke up with a sore shoulder. An acute pain that spread to her arm. Her left arm… so that’s not good… [I’m not a med student, but I know when it could be serious]. The morning dispute didn’t help, but the message did reduce her stress level. We pretty much took the rest of the day off – work in the office was just busy work with little exchanges after we got back from our 4 hr lunch [perks when your boss is Mommy].
I’m really concerned for her health. I knew she was overworked, overwhelmed, and overly stressed… just…
You know how your Mom teaches you the soothing diffusing techniques the best when you were little, like when you fell and scrapped your knew pretty bad, and you’re yelling, hollering, and screaming? She shooshes you softly saying reassuringly that it’s okay she’s here, it doesn’t look so bad, everything is and will be all right. That’s the power of Mommies, and that’s why no matter how old you get, you’re always her baby.
Well, it’s that way when you’re away in college too – she plays down the drama at home. There’s no need to worry about that, because to her you taking care of yourself is all she needs of you. One less person she needs to shoosh… and tend to.
That’s why I need to take care of my shits. That’s why I need to get my life in order.
Very worried.
There’s only one person I know whose bled sweat and tears for me all my life.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Two Haikus For You
I remember you
The blue sweater you wore
Recalled too late though
Jimmy Jumping Bean
Jumped so far could not be seen
So long, Jimmy Bean
The first one’s called Devon’s Girl. The second one is called Where did Jimmy go?
A million thoughts just sitting there
Today I supported my Mom by attending her performance. It wasn’t just hers exactly. She’s been taking lessons, and it was her entire class that performed. She plays this Vietnamese/Chinese string instrument that you lay on your lap.
It was nice seeing what it was like on the cheering end. Usually, the parent cheers on the kids, but it was a role reversal. I was the one with the camcorder, going, “Go Mom!”
It was a banquet setup, so I sat at this table with a bunch of older people. So obviously my mind wondered when the performance transition to this Vietnamese folk opera. It was about four hours of this distinct music… the thing I do for my Mom.
When my mind wondered off, I thought of many things. I thought about my cousin Jimmy. He lives in Portland, Oregon, and it’s been almost ten years since I’ve seen him. I thought about our adventures. I thought of the time when a bus trip from Century 16 to Marina Foods led to the time we witnessed a gang battle over territory off of Seven Trees.
What are you up to?
I thought about my new old friend. I wonder what adventures you’ve had. So obviously I had time to come up with two clever haikus.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Unusually long blog I apologize [feel free to skip the rules].
My Cousin’s Wedding
That was the highlight for today. It was the only thing I had planned, and well I was looking forward to it. I haven’t seen her [my cousin] in a very long time, and now she’s married… time flew by. San Jose moved on, expectedly, but I guess I had a vision of San Jose remaining the way I left it… I guess the imprint of the yester San Jose will always be there in my memory.
I could swear it was just yesterday when I left. Had to pack my bags and go…
Weddings are unusual – everyone’s gathered there to have fun and celebrate, but I think some people are to concentrated on their own bliss forgetting that this is the bride’s and groom’s day. At the same time, I understand that weddings should cater to the large party, but people should not expect the perfect entrées or the perfect entertainment or even perfect relative-in-laws [☺]. That’s the catch isn’t it, to be happy for these two people despite it all. Something to think about next time you find yourself at a wedding.
Oh, and don’t forget the rules of wedding crashing.
The Rules
Rule #1 - Never leave a fellow Crasher behind. Crashers take care of their own
Rule #2 - Never use your real name.
Rule #3 - Never confess.
Rule #4 - No one goes home alone.
Rule #5 - Never let a girl get between you and a fellow Crasher.
Rule #6 - Do not sit in the corner and sulk. It draws attention in a negative way. Draw attention to yourself, but on your own terms.
Rule #7 - Blend in by standing out.
Rule #8 - Be the life of the party.
Rule #9 - Whatever it takes to get in, get in.
Rule #10 - Invitations are for pussies.
Rule #11 - Sensitive is good.
Rule #12 - When it stops being fun, break something.
Rule #13 - Bridesmaids are desperate - console them.
Rule #14 - You're a distant relative of a dead cousin.
Rule #15 - Fight the urge to tell the truth.
Rule #16 - Always have an up-to-date family tree.
Rule #17 - Every female wedding guest deserves a wedding night.
Rule #18 - You love animals and children.
Rule #19 - Toast in the native language if you know the native language and have practiced the toast. Do not wing it.
Rule #20 - Always have an early "appointment" the next morning.
Rule #21 - Definitely make sure she's 18.
Rule #22 - You have a wedding and a reception to seal the deal. Period. No overtime.
Rule #23 - There's nothing wrong with having seconds. Provided there's enough women to go around.
Rule #24 - If you get outted, leave calmly. Do not run.
Rule #25 - You understand she heard that but that's not what you meant.
Rule #26 - Of course you love her.
Rule #27 - Don't over drink. The machinery must work in order to close.
Rule #28 - Make sure there's an open bar.
Rule #29 - Always be a team player. Everyone needs a little help now and again.
Rule #30 - Know the playbook so you can call an audible.
Rule #31 - If you call an audible, always make sure your fellow Crashers know.
Rule #32 - Don't commit to a relative unless you're absolutely sure that they have a pulse.
Rule #33 - Never go back to your place.
Rule #34 - Be gone by sunrise.
Rule #35 - Breakfast is for closers.
Rule #36 - Your favorite movie is "The English Patient".
Rule #37 - At the reception, one hard drink or two beers max. A drunk crasher is a sloppy crasher.
Rule #38 - Never hit on the bride! It's a one-way ticket to the pavement.
Rule #39 - The way to a woman's bed is through the dance floor.
Rule #40 - Dance with old folks and the kids. The girls will think you're "sweet."
Rule #41 - If there is a cash bar, bring your fake war medals. You'll never have to buy a drink.
Rule #42 - Try not to break anything, unless you're not having fun.
Rule #43 - At the service, sit in the fifth row. It's close enough to wedding party to seem like you're an invited guest. Never sit in the back. The back row just smells like crashing.
Rule #44 - Create an air of mystery that involves some painful experience when interacting with the girl you're after. But don't talk about it.
Rule #45 - Always remember your fake name!
Rule #46 - The Rules of Wedding Crashing are sacred. Don't sully them by "improvising."
Rule #47 - You forgot your invitation in your rush to get to the church.
Rule #48 - Make sure all the single women at the wedding know you're there because you've just suffered either a terrible breakup or the death of your fiancee.
Rule #49 - Always work into the conversation: "Yeah, I have tons of money. But how does one buy happiness?"
Rule #50 - Be pensive! It draws out the "healer" in women.
Rule #51 - Always pull out in time.
Rule #52 - Tell any woman you're interested in that you'd love to stay put but you promised to help out at the homeless shelter today.
Rule #53 - Get choked up during the service. The girls will think you're "sensitive." Bring a slice of onion or artificial tears if necessary.
Rule #54 - Avoid virgins. They're too clingy.
Rule #55 - If pressed, tell people you're related to Uncle John. Everyone has an Uncle John.
Rule #56 - Don't fixate on one woman. ALWAYS have a back-up.
Rule #57 - When seeing a rival Crasher, do not interact - merely acknowledge each other with a tug on the earlobe and gracefully move on.
Rule #58 - The Ferrari's in the shop.
Rule #59 - If two rival crashers pick the same girl, the crasher with the least seniority will respectfully yield.
Rule #60 - No "chicken dancing" - no exceptions.
Rule #61 - When crashing out of state, request permission from the local Wedding Crasher chapter.
Rule #62 - No more than two weddings a weekend. More and your game gets sloppy.
Rule #63 - Bring an extra umbrella when it rains. Courtesy opens more legs than charm.
Rule #64 - Always save room for cake.
Rule #65 - When your crash partner fails, you fail. No man is an island.
Rule #66 - Smile! You're having the time of your life.
Rule #67 - Mix it up a little. You can't always be the man with the haunted past.
Rule #68 - Dance with the Bride's grandmother.
Rule #69 - No sex on the altar. Confessionals, okay. Chair lofts, better.
Rule #70 - Two shutouts in a row? It's time to take a week off. Ask yourself: what is it that is getting in the way of my happiness?
Rule #71 - Research, research, research the wedding party. And when you are done researching, research some more.
Rule #72 - Studies have shown that women have a more developed sense of smell. Breath mints - small cost, big yield.
Rule #73 - No excuses. Party like a champion.
Rule #74 - In case of emergency, refer to the rulebook.
Rule #75 - Girls in hats tend to be proper and rarely give it up.
Rule #76 - Keep interactions with the parents of the bride to a minimum.
Rule #77 - Carry extra protection.
Rule #78 - The unmarried female rabbi - is she fair game? Of course she is.
Rule #79 - The tables furthest from the kitchen always get served first.
Rule #80 - Stop, look, listen. At weddings. In life.
Rule #81 - Occasionally bring a gift - you're getting sex without having to buy dinner, so you can afford a blender.
Rule #82 - Always think ahead but always stay in the moment. Reconcile this paradox and you'll not only get the girl, you might also get peace of mind.
Rule #83 - Don't let the ring bearer bum your smokes. His parents may start to ask questions.
Rule #84 - Stay clear of the wedding planner. They may recognize you and start to wonder.
Rule #85 - Don't use the "I have two months to live" bit - not cool, not effective.
Rule #86 - Shoes say a lot about the man.
Rule #87 - Always choose large weddings. More choice. Easier to blend.
Rule #88 - You're from out of town. ALWAYS.
Rule #89 - Know something about the place you say you are from. Texas is played out. For some reason, New Hampshire seems to work.
Rule #90 - Of course you dream of one day having children.
Rule #91 - Never dance to "What I Like About You." It's long past time to let that song go. Someone will request it at every wedding. Don't dance to it. No matter how...
Rule #92 - Tell the bride's friends and family that you are family of the groom and visa-versa.
Rule #93 - Only take one car. You never know when you'll need to make a fast escape.
Rule #94 - Deep down, most people hate themselves. This knowledge is the key to most bedroom doors.
Rule #95 - Try not to show off on the dance floor. This means you Jeremy.
Rule #96 - Etiquette isn't old-fashioned. It's sexy.
Rule #97 - Catholic weddings - the classic dilemma: painfully long ceremony - horny girls.
Rule #98 - The newspaper Wedding Announcements are your racing form. Choose carefully.
Rule #99 - Be judicious with cologne. Citrus tones are best.
Rule #100 - Save the tuxes for "the big show" only.
Rule #101 - Avoid women who were psychology majors in college.
Rule #102 - No periwinkle colored ties, please.
Rule #103 - The older the better, the younger the better (see Rule #21)
Rule #104 - Be well groomed and well-mannered.
Rule #105 - Never cockblock a fellow Crasher. Cockblocking an invited guest - okay.
Rule #106 - Eat plentiful, digest your food. You'll need the energy later.
Rule #107 - Know when to abandon ship if it ain't floating.
Rule #108 - Know your swing and salsa dancing. Girls love to get twisted around.
Rule #109 - Always carry an assortment of place cards to match any wedding design.
Rule #110 - Make sure your magic trick and balloon animal skills are not rusty. If the kids love it, the girls will too.
Rule #111 - Never, ever reveal your true identity.
Rule #112 - Never walk away from a Crasher in a funny jacket.
Rule #2 - Never use your real name.
Rule #3 - Never confess.
Rule #4 - No one goes home alone.
Rule #5 - Never let a girl get between you and a fellow Crasher.
Rule #6 - Do not sit in the corner and sulk. It draws attention in a negative way. Draw attention to yourself, but on your own terms.
Rule #7 - Blend in by standing out.
Rule #8 - Be the life of the party.
Rule #9 - Whatever it takes to get in, get in.
Rule #10 - Invitations are for pussies.
Rule #11 - Sensitive is good.
Rule #12 - When it stops being fun, break something.
Rule #13 - Bridesmaids are desperate - console them.
Rule #14 - You're a distant relative of a dead cousin.
Rule #15 - Fight the urge to tell the truth.
Rule #16 - Always have an up-to-date family tree.
Rule #17 - Every female wedding guest deserves a wedding night.
Rule #18 - You love animals and children.
Rule #19 - Toast in the native language if you know the native language and have practiced the toast. Do not wing it.
Rule #20 - Always have an early "appointment" the next morning.
Rule #21 - Definitely make sure she's 18.
Rule #22 - You have a wedding and a reception to seal the deal. Period. No overtime.
Rule #23 - There's nothing wrong with having seconds. Provided there's enough women to go around.
Rule #24 - If you get outted, leave calmly. Do not run.
Rule #25 - You understand she heard that but that's not what you meant.
Rule #26 - Of course you love her.
Rule #27 - Don't over drink. The machinery must work in order to close.
Rule #28 - Make sure there's an open bar.
Rule #29 - Always be a team player. Everyone needs a little help now and again.
Rule #30 - Know the playbook so you can call an audible.
Rule #31 - If you call an audible, always make sure your fellow Crashers know.
Rule #32 - Don't commit to a relative unless you're absolutely sure that they have a pulse.
Rule #33 - Never go back to your place.
Rule #34 - Be gone by sunrise.
Rule #35 - Breakfast is for closers.
Rule #36 - Your favorite movie is "The English Patient".
Rule #37 - At the reception, one hard drink or two beers max. A drunk crasher is a sloppy crasher.
Rule #38 - Never hit on the bride! It's a one-way ticket to the pavement.
Rule #39 - The way to a woman's bed is through the dance floor.
Rule #40 - Dance with old folks and the kids. The girls will think you're "sweet."
Rule #41 - If there is a cash bar, bring your fake war medals. You'll never have to buy a drink.
Rule #42 - Try not to break anything, unless you're not having fun.
Rule #43 - At the service, sit in the fifth row. It's close enough to wedding party to seem like you're an invited guest. Never sit in the back. The back row just smells like crashing.
Rule #44 - Create an air of mystery that involves some painful experience when interacting with the girl you're after. But don't talk about it.
Rule #45 - Always remember your fake name!
Rule #46 - The Rules of Wedding Crashing are sacred. Don't sully them by "improvising."
Rule #47 - You forgot your invitation in your rush to get to the church.
Rule #48 - Make sure all the single women at the wedding know you're there because you've just suffered either a terrible breakup or the death of your fiancee.
Rule #49 - Always work into the conversation: "Yeah, I have tons of money. But how does one buy happiness?"
Rule #50 - Be pensive! It draws out the "healer" in women.
Rule #51 - Always pull out in time.
Rule #52 - Tell any woman you're interested in that you'd love to stay put but you promised to help out at the homeless shelter today.
Rule #53 - Get choked up during the service. The girls will think you're "sensitive." Bring a slice of onion or artificial tears if necessary.
Rule #54 - Avoid virgins. They're too clingy.
Rule #55 - If pressed, tell people you're related to Uncle John. Everyone has an Uncle John.
Rule #56 - Don't fixate on one woman. ALWAYS have a back-up.
Rule #57 - When seeing a rival Crasher, do not interact - merely acknowledge each other with a tug on the earlobe and gracefully move on.
Rule #58 - The Ferrari's in the shop.
Rule #59 - If two rival crashers pick the same girl, the crasher with the least seniority will respectfully yield.
Rule #60 - No "chicken dancing" - no exceptions.
Rule #61 - When crashing out of state, request permission from the local Wedding Crasher chapter.
Rule #62 - No more than two weddings a weekend. More and your game gets sloppy.
Rule #63 - Bring an extra umbrella when it rains. Courtesy opens more legs than charm.
Rule #64 - Always save room for cake.
Rule #65 - When your crash partner fails, you fail. No man is an island.
Rule #66 - Smile! You're having the time of your life.
Rule #67 - Mix it up a little. You can't always be the man with the haunted past.
Rule #68 - Dance with the Bride's grandmother.
Rule #69 - No sex on the altar. Confessionals, okay. Chair lofts, better.
Rule #70 - Two shutouts in a row? It's time to take a week off. Ask yourself: what is it that is getting in the way of my happiness?
Rule #71 - Research, research, research the wedding party. And when you are done researching, research some more.
Rule #72 - Studies have shown that women have a more developed sense of smell. Breath mints - small cost, big yield.
Rule #73 - No excuses. Party like a champion.
Rule #74 - In case of emergency, refer to the rulebook.
Rule #75 - Girls in hats tend to be proper and rarely give it up.
Rule #76 - Keep interactions with the parents of the bride to a minimum.
Rule #77 - Carry extra protection.
Rule #78 - The unmarried female rabbi - is she fair game? Of course she is.
Rule #79 - The tables furthest from the kitchen always get served first.
Rule #80 - Stop, look, listen. At weddings. In life.
Rule #81 - Occasionally bring a gift - you're getting sex without having to buy dinner, so you can afford a blender.
Rule #82 - Always think ahead but always stay in the moment. Reconcile this paradox and you'll not only get the girl, you might also get peace of mind.
Rule #83 - Don't let the ring bearer bum your smokes. His parents may start to ask questions.
Rule #84 - Stay clear of the wedding planner. They may recognize you and start to wonder.
Rule #85 - Don't use the "I have two months to live" bit - not cool, not effective.
Rule #86 - Shoes say a lot about the man.
Rule #87 - Always choose large weddings. More choice. Easier to blend.
Rule #88 - You're from out of town. ALWAYS.
Rule #89 - Know something about the place you say you are from. Texas is played out. For some reason, New Hampshire seems to work.
Rule #90 - Of course you dream of one day having children.
Rule #91 - Never dance to "What I Like About You." It's long past time to let that song go. Someone will request it at every wedding. Don't dance to it. No matter how...
Rule #92 - Tell the bride's friends and family that you are family of the groom and visa-versa.
Rule #93 - Only take one car. You never know when you'll need to make a fast escape.
Rule #94 - Deep down, most people hate themselves. This knowledge is the key to most bedroom doors.
Rule #95 - Try not to show off on the dance floor. This means you Jeremy.
Rule #96 - Etiquette isn't old-fashioned. It's sexy.
Rule #97 - Catholic weddings - the classic dilemma: painfully long ceremony - horny girls.
Rule #98 - The newspaper Wedding Announcements are your racing form. Choose carefully.
Rule #99 - Be judicious with cologne. Citrus tones are best.
Rule #100 - Save the tuxes for "the big show" only.
Rule #101 - Avoid women who were psychology majors in college.
Rule #102 - No periwinkle colored ties, please.
Rule #103 - The older the better, the younger the better (see Rule #21)
Rule #104 - Be well groomed and well-mannered.
Rule #105 - Never cockblock a fellow Crasher. Cockblocking an invited guest - okay.
Rule #106 - Eat plentiful, digest your food. You'll need the energy later.
Rule #107 - Know when to abandon ship if it ain't floating.
Rule #108 - Know your swing and salsa dancing. Girls love to get twisted around.
Rule #109 - Always carry an assortment of place cards to match any wedding design.
Rule #110 - Make sure your magic trick and balloon animal skills are not rusty. If the kids love it, the girls will too.
Rule #111 - Never, ever reveal your true identity.
Rule #112 - Never walk away from a Crasher in a funny jacket.
An Old Friend
I ran into an old friend at the wedding proving two of my theories [I've been in college all these years, so most I have are theories].
Theory #1 [which I have mentioned before in a previous blog]: friendship is forever, unexpected, amazing, and always appreciated [a-little alliteration].
Theory #2: in San Jose, the regular rules regarding six degrees of social separation are diminished to three degrees. Proving the point is my old friend who I assumed I have lost contact with since junior high [due to my fault most likely]. It turns out, she and my cousin are good friends and happen to teach Sunday Vietnamese school together – small world, that after ten years I run into her again.
Theory #2: in San Jose, the regular rules regarding six degrees of social separation are diminished to three degrees. Proving the point is my old friend who I assumed I have lost contact with since junior high [due to my fault most likely]. It turns out, she and my cousin are good friends and happen to teach Sunday Vietnamese school together – small world, that after ten years I run into her again.
I didn’t recognize or remember her at first, but I finally did when I got back to my table. So, hopefully this time I will keep in contact [I fell out of touch with all my middle school friends – which has always saddened me].
Here’s to refreshing old friendships, keeping in touch with all friends [which means blogging, myspace, and an occasional phone call which may or may not be sober], and here’s to my cousin and her new husband!
Saturday, September 22, 2007
The Effects…
So I came down with something – and I have several ongoing theories as to why I came down with something.
1. I went out Thursday night wearing with only a thin sweater. It was cold, and I caught something.
2. The seasons have turn in San Jose, and I did not adjust to the weather change. San Jose weather is colder than I’m use to making me susceptible to catch something.
3. Someone gone done put a hex on me. Or has been thinking negative thoughts regarding yours truly.
4. My body is rejecting what it knows is bad for me – mainly San Jose. [An LA friend offered this theory – obviously].
5. My body is rejecting what it knows is bad for me – mainly alcohol.
6. I didn’t eat much Friday, over exhausted myself, and because of that, I fell ill.
7. Lack of sleep. I actually woke up around 8AM on Friday – after having went to D&B the night before. Instead of going back to sleep to wake up at my customary 11AM, I decided to stay awake watching Perfume on DVD.
8. The provocative movie so early in the day set up a chain of events that ultimately became the catalyst of my own demise.
9. I miss my OC and LA friends so much… this getting sick thing always tends to happen when I need my friends support the most.
a. This maybe because I’m sick and I tend to feel that way. So it’s hard to say which came first. Getting sick and needing friends, or needing friends and then getting sick.
10. This is an alien flu and the Man is covering it up [The Truth is Out There].
Friday, September 21, 2007
Through the wire
I ran into an old mentor today at he DMV. It was the DMV at all places. He was genuinely interested in the latest happenings of my life – schoolwise. Of course, I dropped the g-bomb, graduation, and UCLA [I couldn’t help it]. I wanted to kill two birds while I was at the DMV, but because I figured one could wait – I opted to take care of my personal business at a later date.
Here’s Johnny!
Before all this, I had lunch with Johnny. Now before I throw his business out there – I’m just saying the guy could use a confidence boost. It’s not self pity or loathing [at least not yet] but he’s starting to doubt himself. The Johnny I knew would never be at this stage, but after throwing yourself outthere so many times without a good experience – it takes its toll. Still, I have hopes for Johnny – he’ll be alright, and now that I’m home – I’ll make sure of it. Just got to remind him that it was Johnny that I looked up to and still do.
Laughter kills the hurt
I got a skateboard today. I plan to hurt myself, but after the wedding on Sat. I got to look half decent for that thing. My confidence can use a boost… here goes to living life, love, and laugher.
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