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| i am neither in school (yet) nor work (yet) and therefore have nothing to talk about, even though there are scads of time to blog about something. maybe i'm jsut avoiding blogging on my other blog (food).
maybe i'm just avoiding people. i didn't really understand why people just turtled after college sometimes, but now i do. it feels so freeing to just curl inward upon myself and maybe one or two people and just be comfy. i look at all the boxes i packed with anxiety and i don't want to unpack any more than necessary. one thing that's happened to me in the past couple of years is my growing antipathy towards junk. i used to collect all sorts of random crap i thought was interesting from newspaper clippings to "abandoned" street signs. people who knew of my love for the odd and useless showered me with collected knickknacks on birthdays and christmas. thank you. you all mean a lot to me and i value your friendship highly. it's never really been about knickknacks anyways. however, now i'm stuck with things like a stuffed flying monkey slingshot that screeches, a three foot wide tri-colored sombrero, and a mr. t bobblehead and i don't know what to do with them. i can't give these things away or sell them because they're not only gifts given out of friendship/love but are also memory foci that help me remember specific people, places, and times. right now a lot of my stuff is in boxes in the garage. maybe i'll leave them there and open them up every once in a while and reminisce. i'm sure it's not some sort of unconscious "out of sight, out of mind" effort to facilitate my shirking of responsibilities and hiding from society because i'm thinking of that right now.
or maybe i'm avoiding doing anything and almost everybody because i'm weak and have been sick continuously with one thing or another for about a month. this is probably cabin fever speaking. i'm on the mend though. after the early panic and stress over "needing to do something meaningful" after getting back i've finally let myself unwind into a haze of junk fiction and computer games and am trying to really let go for the first time in a long time. feels a bit like how i'd expect chicken little to feel when she's finally realized two weeks later that the sky is indeed not falling and she's spent all her savings on buying barrels of water and nutrient bars to weather the apocalypse that never came. so i guess now i'm just munching away on those superfluous reserves to pass the time until the next thing comes.
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| have just finished watching An American In Paris. gene kelly is a manly man. especially when he dances like a little girl. nothing is manlier than being a slightly hairy, barrel-chested, muscular man wearing skintight pants, a turtleneck, and dancing like a shirley temple, but better. it's awesome.
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| i got bored one night, and elt like i had too many books.. boxes.. and not enough space... so i made a bookshelf out of small boxes. one was the rose box, another an amazon.com box, and the third is a corner of a costco water holder.
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| this entertains me. i can't tell if it's a joke or not.
http://64.233.167.104/search?q=cache:9-QEgTpIqesJ:christianparty.net/paltalk.htm+port+triggering+paltalk&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=6&gl=us&client=firefox-a
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| i like to think of the time change as being some arbitrary frameshift around me, rather than me traveling through time and "losing" or "gaining" an hour. egotistical, no? because i am up at this ungodly hour and i'm rather alert, it might as well be 3pm. too bad the rest of the world operates round the clock. i swear, i've been trying to reset my internal clock for the past 3 weeks to no avail. i just screwed it up again tonight when i decided at 1am that i felt like writing a lab report. well, by then it was 2am. and now it is 6am. my options are to a) go to sleep for a few hours and wake before noon in another futile attempt to court the sun. or b) screw sleeping until tonight and use my alert time to study for my final on monday then caffeine my way through the sleepy hours of oh.... 10am-6pm. hmm.. since i have such a hard time waking, it's probably easier for me to stay awake and use my time efficiently.
today was awesome. i slept at night [er, that is, before the above paragraph, that, meaning friday night] for 12 hours, felt rejuventated, and went on a random adventure. it was supposed to start as a simple walk with friends.. but it ended up being a several hour adventure of aimless driving through northapark/hillcrest/normal heights area. some of the adventure:
saw drug dealers
had coffee in a neat-o cafe where the cups came in small, regular, and large
wandered through several art galleries (one filled with raku old world monkeys!)
danced, foot-shuffled, and head-bopped to a funk/reggae band
swayed to jazz band playing stormy weather (double basses are hot)
ate yummy tender mouth watering bbq (mmmm pork ribs....)
drove down a Normal St
visited the classiest "specialty" store i'd ever seen
found The Clothesline Project ... =(
found a baseball cap with the Virgin Mary flanked by the Mexican and US flags in a thrift store
singalong time...
i hadn't gone out and done something with friends away from the school in ages... it kinda made me remember that i live in an awesome city and that's there's tons to do and see. there's so much stuff i haven't experienced down here even though i've been living here for the past few years. gotta remember to make the most of it before i leave. never know if i'll return. it's so easy to get stuck into routine and never leave the school/apt area. kind of defeats the purpose of living in a cool place. get out and experience, peoples!
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