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10.14.2010
5.21.2010
Highs and Lows
It's funny how a day can go through so many highs and lows.
Technically, it started with a low dealing with drama with a friend in the wee hours of the morning, which meant I got very little sleep. Work came next, which in itself is generally rather neutral. Luckily, today my school had a demonstration about motion capture technology, which was definitely a high and got me very excited.
Unfortunately, the day ended on a rather deep low once I got to my 3D Camera Techniques class. The instructor has been nothing but critical and judgmental about my group's project, and tonight it really got on my nerves. I was genuinely very excited walking into class, and within 15 minutes, I just wanted to get out of there.
Tomorrow is a new day, and hopefully with it comes new highs.
Technically, it started with a low dealing with drama with a friend in the wee hours of the morning, which meant I got very little sleep. Work came next, which in itself is generally rather neutral. Luckily, today my school had a demonstration about motion capture technology, which was definitely a high and got me very excited.
Unfortunately, the day ended on a rather deep low once I got to my 3D Camera Techniques class. The instructor has been nothing but critical and judgmental about my group's project, and tonight it really got on my nerves. I was genuinely very excited walking into class, and within 15 minutes, I just wanted to get out of there.
Tomorrow is a new day, and hopefully with it comes new highs.
4.25.2010
A Good Day
Today was a good day. The weather was perfect - warm, but with a nice breeze - which of course meant some friends and I HAD to have a soccer game. That was a lot of fun. I'm still out of shape, so I need to work on that. Still, I managed to have some moments where I shined, particularly when it came to defense and not allowing certain players get by me.
Afterward, my best bud and I met up with some other friends for food. I haven't seen them in a long time, so it was great hanging with them again. We had a lot of fun just sitting and talking. After going for some yogurt, we called it a day and went home.
All in all, a very good day. Now it's time for a little television and then a good night's rest.
Afterward, my best bud and I met up with some other friends for food. I haven't seen them in a long time, so it was great hanging with them again. We had a lot of fun just sitting and talking. After going for some yogurt, we called it a day and went home.
All in all, a very good day. Now it's time for a little television and then a good night's rest.
4.16.2010
Monotony
Nothing quite breaks up the monotony like going on a late night In-n-Out run with one of your best friends when you've been couped up all week. And for good measure, let's stop off at Wal-Mart for the hell of it. Sometimes, just hanging out with those certain people makes all the difference.
4.03.2010
Weekend in San Francisco, Day 2
My first experience with waking up in San Francisco was very slow. We three of us woke up around 7 AM, and one of us wanted to get out of bed, so we stayed in another hour or so. Unfortunately, we knew we had to eventually get up, if only to move the car.
Let me take this moment to say that parking in San Francisco sucks. There are no parking spaces anywhere, and when you do finally find one, they're only two hours spots, so you have to move it way too soon anyway. We were lucky enough to be able to park Lil's car in front of Sara's driveway overnight, but we needed to move it in the morning.
After a 15 minute search for a new spot, we hiked back to Sara's apartment where I made omelettes for breakfast. Both Lil & Sara woke up feeling like they were catching a cold, so they weren't really in the mood to do anything too extensive, so we ended up just walking around town for a bit. When it was time for lunch, we ate a tiny Vietnamese place, which was alright. Not the best Vietnamese I've had, but it hit the spot.
By the time we were finished, we had to move the car. Again. So, we just drove back to the apartment. Lil and I decided to head back to Sacramento in order to beat traffic, so packed up our things and started walking to the car. Unfortunately, Lil closed the door behind everybody and realized that the door was locked...with the keys inside. Great. We can't leave and let Sara try to find a way back in by herself.
We tried to break in through the back door for maybe 10 minutes with no success. However, we realized that the keys were on the table about 7 ft. in front of one of the windows. Luckily, the window was unlocked, but it didn't open more than maybe 5 in. I grabbed a broom, reach through the window and carefully edged the keys to the edge of the table closest to me. Once I could move them no further, I reached in and was just barely able to reach the keys. Once again, Jason to the rescue.
Criminal activity finished, we all said our farewells and Lil & I made our way back to Sacramento. The weekend may have started off gloomy, but as we drove back, we had nothing but clear skies. A great ending to a great weekend.
Let me take this moment to say that parking in San Francisco sucks. There are no parking spaces anywhere, and when you do finally find one, they're only two hours spots, so you have to move it way too soon anyway. We were lucky enough to be able to park Lil's car in front of Sara's driveway overnight, but we needed to move it in the morning.
After a 15 minute search for a new spot, we hiked back to Sara's apartment where I made omelettes for breakfast. Both Lil & Sara woke up feeling like they were catching a cold, so they weren't really in the mood to do anything too extensive, so we ended up just walking around town for a bit. When it was time for lunch, we ate a tiny Vietnamese place, which was alright. Not the best Vietnamese I've had, but it hit the spot.
By the time we were finished, we had to move the car. Again. So, we just drove back to the apartment. Lil and I decided to head back to Sacramento in order to beat traffic, so packed up our things and started walking to the car. Unfortunately, Lil closed the door behind everybody and realized that the door was locked...with the keys inside. Great. We can't leave and let Sara try to find a way back in by herself.
We tried to break in through the back door for maybe 10 minutes with no success. However, we realized that the keys were on the table about 7 ft. in front of one of the windows. Luckily, the window was unlocked, but it didn't open more than maybe 5 in. I grabbed a broom, reach through the window and carefully edged the keys to the edge of the table closest to me. Once I could move them no further, I reached in and was just barely able to reach the keys. Once again, Jason to the rescue.
Criminal activity finished, we all said our farewells and Lil & I made our way back to Sacramento. The weekend may have started off gloomy, but as we drove back, we had nothing but clear skies. A great ending to a great weekend.
Weekend in San Francisco, Day 1
On April 1st, I posted what I said was going to be my last post for a while. Well, in case you didn't catch on, that was simply a lame April's Fool prank. Don't worry my three faithful readers, my blog will unfortunately continue.
As you may or may not have noticed, I did not post anything yesterday. The reason for this is simple: I was in San Francisco and had no internet access. Worry not, for I shall fill you in on my time there.
My friend Lil invited to go with her to visit her childhood friend, Sara, who just recently moved to San Francisco. I was very hesitant to go, knowing that being stuck out of town with someone I don't know could potentially be very awkward. However, I was feeling adventurous and eventually decided to go. I am so glad I did.
The drive there included cloudy skies, steady rain and lots of traffic, so it wasn't the best, but it also wasn't bad at all. It gave Lil and I a chance to get to know each other a lot better, and having someone to chat with made the trip go by so much faster. When we arrived, we picked up Sara from work and drove back to her apartment. Right away, I could tell Sara was a cool girl, so I knew this would be a fun weekend. Unfortunately, it was still raining, so we weren't quite sure what to do, but we eventually decided to go out for dinner and decide from there. What we ended up doing was bar hopping.
The first bar we went to was called the Kozy Kar, and this place was crazy. The interior was decorated with lots of car parts - such as grills, car seats, etc. - AS WELL AS lots of pictures of nude centerfolds. All along the floors and the walls were collages of centerfolds. I didn't go into the bathroom, but Lil did and she said the collages extended into there, too. The fun doesn't stop there, thought, because this place was also equipped with waterbeds. That's right; waterbeds. There were three spots in this place that had waterbeds instead of seats. Lil, Sara & I climbed into one and chilled there for a while. Such a weird experience, but also a lot of fun.
Eventually, we decided to leave because the drinks were a little expensive and we found our way into another bar whose name escapes me. This place was a lot slower and not nearly as decorative, but it was still an experience. The bartender there was an Asian woman with a strong accent. I felt like I was ordering drinks from Ms. Swan of MadTV fame. I ordered a round of drinks for us, and she responded with a series of questions I barely understood to which I simply agreed with. We got what I wanted, so I guess saying yes was the way to go. There was a couple there playing pool, and Sara and I decided to challenge them to a game. Unfortunately we lost, but only by one ball. That doesn't matter though, because I played for fun, not to win. I am not at all a pool player.
After our game, we went to another bar called The Hydeout that had bored games. We grabbed Rummikub, ordered some drinks and went upstairs to play. By the time we were done with our two rounds of shots, added to the drinks we've already had at the other bars, we were all feeling good. We kept joking around and talking about all sorts of inappropriate matters that we never really finished our game, but who cares; I would've won anyway.
After buying some six-packs of booze, we made our way back to Sara's apartment, and continued the fun. We went out back and hula hooped, which I have not even tried since maybe 4th grade. Surprisingly, I was able to do it for a decent amount of time, even though I probably looked like a fool doing it. I guess that thrusting motion that just comes naturally to me.
Eventually, we all started getting tired, so we changed into our PJs. Sara's only sleeping surface is a bed, which her and Lil decided to share. I was fine sleeping on the floor, but they weren't having it and insisted I climbed into bed with them. And that's how I choose to end the story of that night. I'll write about the next day in my next post.
As you may or may not have noticed, I did not post anything yesterday. The reason for this is simple: I was in San Francisco and had no internet access. Worry not, for I shall fill you in on my time there.
My friend Lil invited to go with her to visit her childhood friend, Sara, who just recently moved to San Francisco. I was very hesitant to go, knowing that being stuck out of town with someone I don't know could potentially be very awkward. However, I was feeling adventurous and eventually decided to go. I am so glad I did.
The drive there included cloudy skies, steady rain and lots of traffic, so it wasn't the best, but it also wasn't bad at all. It gave Lil and I a chance to get to know each other a lot better, and having someone to chat with made the trip go by so much faster. When we arrived, we picked up Sara from work and drove back to her apartment. Right away, I could tell Sara was a cool girl, so I knew this would be a fun weekend. Unfortunately, it was still raining, so we weren't quite sure what to do, but we eventually decided to go out for dinner and decide from there. What we ended up doing was bar hopping.
The first bar we went to was called the Kozy Kar, and this place was crazy. The interior was decorated with lots of car parts - such as grills, car seats, etc. - AS WELL AS lots of pictures of nude centerfolds. All along the floors and the walls were collages of centerfolds. I didn't go into the bathroom, but Lil did and she said the collages extended into there, too. The fun doesn't stop there, thought, because this place was also equipped with waterbeds. That's right; waterbeds. There were three spots in this place that had waterbeds instead of seats. Lil, Sara & I climbed into one and chilled there for a while. Such a weird experience, but also a lot of fun.
Eventually, we decided to leave because the drinks were a little expensive and we found our way into another bar whose name escapes me. This place was a lot slower and not nearly as decorative, but it was still an experience. The bartender there was an Asian woman with a strong accent. I felt like I was ordering drinks from Ms. Swan of MadTV fame. I ordered a round of drinks for us, and she responded with a series of questions I barely understood to which I simply agreed with. We got what I wanted, so I guess saying yes was the way to go. There was a couple there playing pool, and Sara and I decided to challenge them to a game. Unfortunately we lost, but only by one ball. That doesn't matter though, because I played for fun, not to win. I am not at all a pool player.
After our game, we went to another bar called The Hydeout that had bored games. We grabbed Rummikub, ordered some drinks and went upstairs to play. By the time we were done with our two rounds of shots, added to the drinks we've already had at the other bars, we were all feeling good. We kept joking around and talking about all sorts of inappropriate matters that we never really finished our game, but who cares; I would've won anyway.
After buying some six-packs of booze, we made our way back to Sara's apartment, and continued the fun. We went out back and hula hooped, which I have not even tried since maybe 4th grade. Surprisingly, I was able to do it for a decent amount of time, even though I probably looked like a fool doing it. I guess that thrusting motion that just comes naturally to me.
Eventually, we all started getting tired, so we changed into our PJs. Sara's only sleeping surface is a bed, which her and Lil decided to share. I was fine sleeping on the floor, but they weren't having it and insisted I climbed into bed with them. And that's how I choose to end the story of that night. I'll write about the next day in my next post.
3.27.2010
Who Wants to Go Shopping?
I've decided to become a personal shopper. Forget this animation nonsense; picking out outfits for other people is where it's at.
Today, while I was at the river with some friends, Leigh asked me to go and help her shop for clothes. My initial thought was, "Definitely not. I am not a platonic straight friend or your gay bff, and I don't want you seeing me as such". However, I eventually decided it might be fun, so I went along. After all, picking out outfits for her meant she'd have to try them on for me.
Personal motives aside, the experience was actually a lot of fun. I've always joked around that I wish I could dress some people, and this was finally my chance. By the time we were done, I helped her pick out some great clothes that made sure she'd look amazing. Having a beautiful woman try on clothes for you isn't the worst thing in the world.
This made me think: if I could help one person, why not others? There are plenty of people out there that have no idea how to dress, and it is my job to make this world a prettier place, one person at a time.
So, anybody need a personal shopper?
Today, while I was at the river with some friends, Leigh asked me to go and help her shop for clothes. My initial thought was, "Definitely not. I am not a platonic straight friend or your gay bff, and I don't want you seeing me as such". However, I eventually decided it might be fun, so I went along. After all, picking out outfits for her meant she'd have to try them on for me.
Personal motives aside, the experience was actually a lot of fun. I've always joked around that I wish I could dress some people, and this was finally my chance. By the time we were done, I helped her pick out some great clothes that made sure she'd look amazing. Having a beautiful woman try on clothes for you isn't the worst thing in the world.
This made me think: if I could help one person, why not others? There are plenty of people out there that have no idea how to dress, and it is my job to make this world a prettier place, one person at a time.
So, anybody need a personal shopper?
3.24.2010
Slumber Party
Last night was very interesting.
I guess, technically, it would have been this morning, but the time of day isn't really important; it's what happened.
I've recently become friends with a girl at school, and over the last few days, this girl - whom we shall call Leigh - and I have found ourselves chatting and texting each other a lot. Two nights ago, during one of our late night text conversations, Leigh mentioned that she was hungry and that I should take her some food. I immediately responded that she should bring me some food. Just a little playful banter that I expected to lead into another conversation. To my surprise, she responded that we should both go out and eat. It was around 1 AM, and the two of us had never done anything aside from a couple of larger group functions. As busy as I was with finals, food sounded good, and soon so we found ourselves at Denny's. That night was great; we talked so much that neither of us had even looked at the menu by the time our server got to out table, we playfully threw trash at each other, and we made each other laugh. I think that's a great night in anyone's book.
However, this post is about last night. Again, it started with a late night conversation, this time online. The time was about 2:00 AM, and we're both still up working on finals. Earlier that day, Leigh's car had broken down, and during out conversation, she mentioned that she wasn't sure how she would get to school. Being the helpful gentleman that I am, I offered that I could pick her up early and we could ride over to school together. Again to my surprise, she responded that I should just go pick her up right now so she could use my bed to sleep since I wouldn't be using it. (Earlier on, I had mentioned that I would be up all night working on finals and wouldn't be getting any sleep.) As shocked as I was, and as tempted as I was with all the possibilities to which this could lead, I tried my best to squash the idea. I did, after all, have a lot of finals to work on, plus the fact that my room was an absolute mess and there would be no way anyone would be seeing it for a long time. After a few more back-and-forths, nothing more was said about her coming over.
At least not for a while.
About 30 minutes later, Leigh said that she was done with her homework, would be taking a quick shower, then I should go pick her up.
I'm sure my mind totally shut down for a moment as it overloaded trying to process the information. Clearly, she was determined on coming over, and I couldn't really say no. After all, it was I who first mentioned riding with me to school the next morning. I immediately jumped up, and spent the next 15 minutes trying my best to clean the living room and bathroom, as well as the computer room where the futon (that I was going to set up for her; I wasn't kidding about no one seeing my room) was located. I brushed my teeth, gave myself a quick check in the mirror, made a few adjustments, sprayed a little body spray, and I left to pick up my soon-to-be guest.
During our night out at Denny's, Leigh had mentioned that her hair is naturally wavy. When I suggested she come to school with wavy hair one day, she told me that the only way someone would see her hair like that is if they stood right next to her bed as she woke up; before she rushed to straighten it. So, you can imagine my surprise when I pulled up and out she comes with wavy hair. I don't know what she was talking about, but she's still gorgeous with wavy hair. I'll admit that some people look better with either wavy or straight hair, but she pulls off both so nicely. She also didn't have on any make-up; another first for my eyes. Again, still beautiful.
When we arrived at my place, my plan was for Leigh to get a few hours of sleep while I worked on my final. She, on the other hand, decided she would simply stay awake with me throughout the night. I didn't mind, of course, but do you have any idea how difficult it is to focus on homework when you have a beautiful girl sitting next to you, just staring at you? Nearly impossible; that difficult. Once I realized that I could just give up getting anything done the rest of the night, we moved over to the futon and just hung out. We sat down, chatted, and joked around. This lead to us laying down next to each other where we continued to goof around, this time including playful poking and tickling.
This went on for a while until, unfortunately, the time came when we had to get ready for school. (Damn school...) Maybe it was just a playful night amongst friends, but damn if it didn't leave me feeling confused. Oh well; I'm too busy with finals to even really think about any of it right now. For now, I'm just going to say it was very unexpected, but also very fun. Not at all a bad way to start the day.
I guess, technically, it would have been this morning, but the time of day isn't really important; it's what happened.
I've recently become friends with a girl at school, and over the last few days, this girl - whom we shall call Leigh - and I have found ourselves chatting and texting each other a lot. Two nights ago, during one of our late night text conversations, Leigh mentioned that she was hungry and that I should take her some food. I immediately responded that she should bring me some food. Just a little playful banter that I expected to lead into another conversation. To my surprise, she responded that we should both go out and eat. It was around 1 AM, and the two of us had never done anything aside from a couple of larger group functions. As busy as I was with finals, food sounded good, and soon so we found ourselves at Denny's. That night was great; we talked so much that neither of us had even looked at the menu by the time our server got to out table, we playfully threw trash at each other, and we made each other laugh. I think that's a great night in anyone's book.
However, this post is about last night. Again, it started with a late night conversation, this time online. The time was about 2:00 AM, and we're both still up working on finals. Earlier that day, Leigh's car had broken down, and during out conversation, she mentioned that she wasn't sure how she would get to school. Being the helpful gentleman that I am, I offered that I could pick her up early and we could ride over to school together. Again to my surprise, she responded that I should just go pick her up right now so she could use my bed to sleep since I wouldn't be using it. (Earlier on, I had mentioned that I would be up all night working on finals and wouldn't be getting any sleep.) As shocked as I was, and as tempted as I was with all the possibilities to which this could lead, I tried my best to squash the idea. I did, after all, have a lot of finals to work on, plus the fact that my room was an absolute mess and there would be no way anyone would be seeing it for a long time. After a few more back-and-forths, nothing more was said about her coming over.
At least not for a while.
About 30 minutes later, Leigh said that she was done with her homework, would be taking a quick shower, then I should go pick her up.
I'm sure my mind totally shut down for a moment as it overloaded trying to process the information. Clearly, she was determined on coming over, and I couldn't really say no. After all, it was I who first mentioned riding with me to school the next morning. I immediately jumped up, and spent the next 15 minutes trying my best to clean the living room and bathroom, as well as the computer room where the futon (that I was going to set up for her; I wasn't kidding about no one seeing my room) was located. I brushed my teeth, gave myself a quick check in the mirror, made a few adjustments, sprayed a little body spray, and I left to pick up my soon-to-be guest.
During our night out at Denny's, Leigh had mentioned that her hair is naturally wavy. When I suggested she come to school with wavy hair one day, she told me that the only way someone would see her hair like that is if they stood right next to her bed as she woke up; before she rushed to straighten it. So, you can imagine my surprise when I pulled up and out she comes with wavy hair. I don't know what she was talking about, but she's still gorgeous with wavy hair. I'll admit that some people look better with either wavy or straight hair, but she pulls off both so nicely. She also didn't have on any make-up; another first for my eyes. Again, still beautiful.
When we arrived at my place, my plan was for Leigh to get a few hours of sleep while I worked on my final. She, on the other hand, decided she would simply stay awake with me throughout the night. I didn't mind, of course, but do you have any idea how difficult it is to focus on homework when you have a beautiful girl sitting next to you, just staring at you? Nearly impossible; that difficult. Once I realized that I could just give up getting anything done the rest of the night, we moved over to the futon and just hung out. We sat down, chatted, and joked around. This lead to us laying down next to each other where we continued to goof around, this time including playful poking and tickling.
This went on for a while until, unfortunately, the time came when we had to get ready for school. (Damn school...) Maybe it was just a playful night amongst friends, but damn if it didn't leave me feeling confused. Oh well; I'm too busy with finals to even really think about any of it right now. For now, I'm just going to say it was very unexpected, but also very fun. Not at all a bad way to start the day.
3.17.2010
Science Lab #1
Today's question come to us from Brittany, in Sacramento:
What a great question, Brittany! Simply put, Earth spins because of inertia.
What does that mean, you might ask?
Well, inertia means that an object will always continue moving at its current speed and in its current direction until some force causes its speed or direction to change.
What does that have to do with the Earth?
During its formation, the solar system was a large, rotating cloud of dust, rocks, and gas. Eventually, some of the gas and dust clustered together due to gravity to form planets. With nothing to stop the initial spinning of the solar system, the planets, including Earth, still spin to this day.
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There you have it! Thanks again for the question, Brittany! And to the rest of you, make sure you keep sending in your science questions and maybe I'll answer yours during the next Science Lab!
"Why does the world spin?"
What a great question, Brittany! Simply put, Earth spins because of inertia.
What does that mean, you might ask?
Well, inertia means that an object will always continue moving at its current speed and in its current direction until some force causes its speed or direction to change.
What does that have to do with the Earth?
During its formation, the solar system was a large, rotating cloud of dust, rocks, and gas. Eventually, some of the gas and dust clustered together due to gravity to form planets. With nothing to stop the initial spinning of the solar system, the planets, including Earth, still spin to this day.
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There you have it! Thanks again for the question, Brittany! And to the rest of you, make sure you keep sending in your science questions and maybe I'll answer yours during the next Science Lab!
3.14.2010
Club Suha
As promised, here is the story of last night, which shall come to be known as Club Suha.
Last night was the birthday party of a classmate, and everyone knew it would be THE event of the quarter. For the last few weeks, everyone had been talking about it, and I'm sure a lot of that had to do with the fact that it would be right before finals really kicked in. It would be the perfect way to get together with friends and have some fun before we each became locked up doing our individual projects.
When my buddy and I first got there, it was slightly like walking into a different world. We knew from the guestlist online that a lot of our classmate's family would be there, but walking up the driveway into a crowd where everyone was looking at us with expressions as is thinking, "Who are these guys and what are they doing here?" was a bit disconcerting. Still, we proceeded right into the house like we knew we belonged there.
As we made our way into the kitchen to greet our hostess, I felt like I had been magically transported into the episode of Friends, where Chandler gets drunk and sleeps with one of Joey's sisters, but cannot remember which one the next day. The kitchen was filled with about 10 girls, each a brunette with long hair, wearing something sexy and heels. It was like I had walked into the kitchen of a mad scientist who had decided to make clones of the same girl. Lucky, two close friends (the sisters from this post) were there, so that was a plus. Eventually, even more schoolmates showed up, and then things really got interesting.
I decided to give the birthday girl a faux-lapdance, which was all fun and games until some random girl who was having a little too much fun (and by fun I mean alcohol) ran up to me and started grinding up on me like I was a fire needing to be put out. She pressed up against me with such force that I almost crushed the birthday girl behind me. Sadly, that was not the last of that girl, whom would come to be known as the Pink Shirt Girl, as she later decided to take off her shirt and dance around in her bra. There's always one at every party...
About halfway through the night, a friend and I decided to have a krump battle, and even convinced the birthday girl to join in. It was definitely the most epic krump battle ever, or at least that night. I'm kind of surprised Pink Shirt Girl didn't join in. Maybe she was passed out somewhere.
At the end of the night, a small group of us were hanging out in the other room, away from the music and dancing, and somehow got into the intricacies of how to the the Worm. I'm not sure how it started, but we realized that one friend could only do it going backward, I could only do it going forward, and another friend could only look like a fool trying to do it going forward or backward.
As is always the case, the party came to an end, and we were kindly asked to leave. After my buddy and I were in the car, along with the sisters and one of their boyfriends, I attempted to drive off only to be blocked by someone standing in the middle of the road. I don't remember seeing him at all during the party, but for some reason he decided he needed to block us. At first I simply thought he was joking around, and I attempted to drive around, but he took a few steps back and kept blocking us. When we rolled down the window and kindly asked if he could please move, he simply responded saying that no one was leaving. The boyfriend decided to step out of the car and have a few words with our would-be roadblock, and was soon followed by my buddy. The only thing I thought was, "Great. We're gonna have fight on our hands when we almost went the whole night hiccup free." Luckily, the boyfriend and my buddy were able to move our blockade without any confrontation, although it was difficult to get the boyfriend back into the car. He clearly wasn't done exchanging words with our oppressor, despite the three times I yelled for him to get back into the car.
Eventually, we got him into the car, and we were off. After one final hurdle when we went the wrong way on a street for about 10 minutes, we finally found the freeway and with that, ended the chapter of a great night. I definitely look forward to doing that again.
Last night was the birthday party of a classmate, and everyone knew it would be THE event of the quarter. For the last few weeks, everyone had been talking about it, and I'm sure a lot of that had to do with the fact that it would be right before finals really kicked in. It would be the perfect way to get together with friends and have some fun before we each became locked up doing our individual projects.
When my buddy and I first got there, it was slightly like walking into a different world. We knew from the guestlist online that a lot of our classmate's family would be there, but walking up the driveway into a crowd where everyone was looking at us with expressions as is thinking, "Who are these guys and what are they doing here?" was a bit disconcerting. Still, we proceeded right into the house like we knew we belonged there.
As we made our way into the kitchen to greet our hostess, I felt like I had been magically transported into the episode of Friends, where Chandler gets drunk and sleeps with one of Joey's sisters, but cannot remember which one the next day. The kitchen was filled with about 10 girls, each a brunette with long hair, wearing something sexy and heels. It was like I had walked into the kitchen of a mad scientist who had decided to make clones of the same girl. Lucky, two close friends (the sisters from this post) were there, so that was a plus. Eventually, even more schoolmates showed up, and then things really got interesting.
I decided to give the birthday girl a faux-lapdance, which was all fun and games until some random girl who was having a little too much fun (and by fun I mean alcohol) ran up to me and started grinding up on me like I was a fire needing to be put out. She pressed up against me with such force that I almost crushed the birthday girl behind me. Sadly, that was not the last of that girl, whom would come to be known as the Pink Shirt Girl, as she later decided to take off her shirt and dance around in her bra. There's always one at every party...
About halfway through the night, a friend and I decided to have a krump battle, and even convinced the birthday girl to join in. It was definitely the most epic krump battle ever, or at least that night. I'm kind of surprised Pink Shirt Girl didn't join in. Maybe she was passed out somewhere.
At the end of the night, a small group of us were hanging out in the other room, away from the music and dancing, and somehow got into the intricacies of how to the the Worm. I'm not sure how it started, but we realized that one friend could only do it going backward, I could only do it going forward, and another friend could only look like a fool trying to do it going forward or backward.
As is always the case, the party came to an end, and we were kindly asked to leave. After my buddy and I were in the car, along with the sisters and one of their boyfriends, I attempted to drive off only to be blocked by someone standing in the middle of the road. I don't remember seeing him at all during the party, but for some reason he decided he needed to block us. At first I simply thought he was joking around, and I attempted to drive around, but he took a few steps back and kept blocking us. When we rolled down the window and kindly asked if he could please move, he simply responded saying that no one was leaving. The boyfriend decided to step out of the car and have a few words with our would-be roadblock, and was soon followed by my buddy. The only thing I thought was, "Great. We're gonna have fight on our hands when we almost went the whole night hiccup free." Luckily, the boyfriend and my buddy were able to move our blockade without any confrontation, although it was difficult to get the boyfriend back into the car. He clearly wasn't done exchanging words with our oppressor, despite the three times I yelled for him to get back into the car.
Eventually, we got him into the car, and we were off. After one final hurdle when we went the wrong way on a street for about 10 minutes, we finally found the freeway and with that, ended the chapter of a great night. I definitely look forward to doing that again.
TBA
I just got home from an awesome party and I am a bit too tired to actually post a full entry. Really quick though, a lot of good friends from school were at the party and the night was a lot of fun over all. There was an expected bit of immature drama right as we were trying to leave, but I'll talk more about that later. So for now, I will simply say that tonight was a good night, and the perfect last hurrah before these last two weeks of school and the accompanying stress of finals. OK, goodnight everyone. I'm exhausted.
Oh, and don't forget to set your clocks ahead one hour. It's that time of year again.
Oh, and don't forget to set your clocks ahead one hour. It's that time of year again.
3.12.2010
The Importance of Time
Time really is a precious resource. When you think about, we don't have that much in our lives. Sure, it might seem like we do sometimes, but in the grand scheme of the universe, we really don't. From the moment we are born, we are running out of time. The scary thing is we don't even know how much time we have to begin with, but it's running down and there's no way to make more.
I'm telling you this to show each and every one of you reading this to take advantage of the little time we do of. Make the most of it, so that when it's all over, you can look back upon it and know you didn't squander it.
I wish I had remembered this earlier today, before I wasted 30 minutes of my life watching some ridiculous live stream online. Hopefully future streams will be more entertaining.
I'm telling you this to show each and every one of you reading this to take advantage of the little time we do of. Make the most of it, so that when it's all over, you can look back upon it and know you didn't squander it.
I wish I had remembered this earlier today, before I wasted 30 minutes of my life watching some ridiculous live stream online. Hopefully future streams will be more entertaining.
3.07.2010
Followers
For those unfamiliar with the way Blogger.com works, each blogger has their own Dashboard; in essence, their homepage. From here, bloggers can make posts, edit past posts, follow other blogger's posts, and see who is following them.
For a while now, my dashboard has told me that eight people are following my blog. The fact that I have even one follower makes me happy, but of my eight followers, I only hear from maybe three on a semi-regular basis. There were a couple more that used to comment earlier on, but those have slowly died out. So, now it's down to three.
However, I've decided that I want to hear from as many of my followers as possible, as well any potential "ghost" followers that have not indicated that they follow my blog. I'll even make it simple for you all. Just comment and tell me about a memory you have of us. That's it. It can be anything you want; good, bad, ugly, whatever. You don't even have to tell me who you are. Just tell me the memory anonymously. And for any followers that don't have an actual memory with me, just tell me how you stumbled across my blog.
Simple as that. I want to see how many people actually read my blog, and I figure this is a fun way to do it.
For a while now, my dashboard has told me that eight people are following my blog. The fact that I have even one follower makes me happy, but of my eight followers, I only hear from maybe three on a semi-regular basis. There were a couple more that used to comment earlier on, but those have slowly died out. So, now it's down to three.
However, I've decided that I want to hear from as many of my followers as possible, as well any potential "ghost" followers that have not indicated that they follow my blog. I'll even make it simple for you all. Just comment and tell me about a memory you have of us. That's it. It can be anything you want; good, bad, ugly, whatever. You don't even have to tell me who you are. Just tell me the memory anonymously. And for any followers that don't have an actual memory with me, just tell me how you stumbled across my blog.
Simple as that. I want to see how many people actually read my blog, and I figure this is a fun way to do it.
2.25.2010
Our Late Night Hunt for Food
Tonight's plan started off easy enough: my friend mentioned he was hungry; I agreed; he mentioned there was a Vietnamese place open late; and with that, we were off on our quest for pho. However, the night had other plans for us.
As we drove to the pho that awaited us, it occurred to us that although this restaurant might be open late, it was already 2 AM, and we doubted it would be open that late. Sure enough, the place closes at midnight, so we were out of luck. Lucky, we remember a Mexican taqueria that a friend introduced us to just the week before that is open 24 hours. Unfortunately, we couldn't remember exactly where it was, so we circled around a few block until we found it.
Soon enough, we were at our destination. We took our spots at the end of the considerable line - perhaps we were not the only ones that had been denied pho? - and focused on the cold night as we slowly made our way to the front. Once we place our orders, we proceeded to wait for what seemed like an hour for our order to arrive; a wait which was only exacerbated by the aforementioned cold night.
However, once our food did arrive, it certainly satisfied. Was it the food itself, or the fact that our long wait only increased our hungry? The world may never know, but who cares. The important thing is that the food hit the spot. We devoured our food and were soon on our way home.
Looking to make even the trip home something special was Mother Nature, who decided to lay down a thick blanket of fog as we were on the freeway. It wasn't too bad at first, but after a few minutes it thickened to the point where we could barely see the car in front of us... which happened to be a police cruiser. We slowed down and made sure we stayed behind him, as to not provoke his wrath, when the cruiser started performing an odd lights show. He didn't flash his red & blues, but instead flashed white light, as if he was trying to signal a car in front of him (when there was none), and flashed a roof-mounted light on the right side, as if he was signaling that was merging in front of us (which he didn't). My friend and I had no idea what he was doing, so we continued like normal, turning onto our exit, along with the officer. Suddenly, we saw a car stopped in the middle of the off-ramp with its hazard lights on. We slowed to a stop, and let the police on our left go investigate.
This is where my internal alarm went off. Why was this car stopped diagonally across the middle of two lanes? Why did the air smell like burnt rubber? We were less than a car length's away from the stopped vehicle, which we could still barely see because of the thick fog, so if anything were to go down, we would be right in the middle of it. Luckily, once the officer got out and checked, he signaled for us to drive around, and effectively ended the last of the night's excitement.
All that simply because we were hungry. Next time, I'm making a sandwich. Unless, of course, a friend says they know a great place that's open late...
As we drove to the pho that awaited us, it occurred to us that although this restaurant might be open late, it was already 2 AM, and we doubted it would be open that late. Sure enough, the place closes at midnight, so we were out of luck. Lucky, we remember a Mexican taqueria that a friend introduced us to just the week before that is open 24 hours. Unfortunately, we couldn't remember exactly where it was, so we circled around a few block until we found it.
Soon enough, we were at our destination. We took our spots at the end of the considerable line - perhaps we were not the only ones that had been denied pho? - and focused on the cold night as we slowly made our way to the front. Once we place our orders, we proceeded to wait for what seemed like an hour for our order to arrive; a wait which was only exacerbated by the aforementioned cold night.
However, once our food did arrive, it certainly satisfied. Was it the food itself, or the fact that our long wait only increased our hungry? The world may never know, but who cares. The important thing is that the food hit the spot. We devoured our food and were soon on our way home.
Looking to make even the trip home something special was Mother Nature, who decided to lay down a thick blanket of fog as we were on the freeway. It wasn't too bad at first, but after a few minutes it thickened to the point where we could barely see the car in front of us... which happened to be a police cruiser. We slowed down and made sure we stayed behind him, as to not provoke his wrath, when the cruiser started performing an odd lights show. He didn't flash his red & blues, but instead flashed white light, as if he was trying to signal a car in front of him (when there was none), and flashed a roof-mounted light on the right side, as if he was signaling that was merging in front of us (which he didn't). My friend and I had no idea what he was doing, so we continued like normal, turning onto our exit, along with the officer. Suddenly, we saw a car stopped in the middle of the off-ramp with its hazard lights on. We slowed to a stop, and let the police on our left go investigate.
This is where my internal alarm went off. Why was this car stopped diagonally across the middle of two lanes? Why did the air smell like burnt rubber? We were less than a car length's away from the stopped vehicle, which we could still barely see because of the thick fog, so if anything were to go down, we would be right in the middle of it. Luckily, once the officer got out and checked, he signaled for us to drive around, and effectively ended the last of the night's excitement.
All that simply because we were hungry. Next time, I'm making a sandwich. Unless, of course, a friend says they know a great place that's open late...
2.23.2010
Soccer Propaganda
If you're reading this, and in the area, you better come out and play.
Sunday, February 28, 1 PM
2800 Grasslands Dr.
Sacramento, CA 95833
2.18.2010
Pretty Ladies
I don't know quite how it's happened, but I've become good friends with most of the pretty girls at school. You know, the girls the fellas (including myself) talk about on a regular basis. And I don't just mean that we're friendly at school; no, I mean I actually talk to them on a regular basis outside of school, and actually go out with them to parties, bars, clubs, etc. It's almost as if I identify a pretty girl and make sure I check them off my list. This is no attempt to brag, because frankly I don't know how it's happened; it just has.
As I said, these are the girls all the guys talk about - the girls they crush on - and the same goes for me. I'd gladly date any of these girls. Hell, I have tried to date some of them (with no success), and there in lies the problem. I'm friends with all these gorgeous, sexy girls, but I can't seem to go beyond that.
Am I cursed to have the qualities that make them want to be my friend, yet not see me as anything more? Where's the justice in that?
As I said, these are the girls all the guys talk about - the girls they crush on - and the same goes for me. I'd gladly date any of these girls. Hell, I have tried to date some of them (with no success), and there in lies the problem. I'm friends with all these gorgeous, sexy girls, but I can't seem to go beyond that.
Am I cursed to have the qualities that make them want to be my friend, yet not see me as anything more? Where's the justice in that?
2.13.2010
Mixed Emotions
What a night. That's the first thing that comes to mind when trying to describe tonight. Overall, it was a good night. Great. Amazing. Still, I can't help but feel a swarm of varied emotions related to tonight's events. Before I can really explain tonight, it's important that you understand a little back story.
Everyone, at some point or another, experiences meeting someone that instantly catches your attention. Whether it's by what they do or say, or perhaps even by what they don't do or say, you know this is not only someone you'd like to get to know, but that you two would be great together. And every time you talk to them, this feeling just gets stronger and stronger. I met this person during the Summer of 2008. At the time, we didn't really talk to each other. We might exchange a few words during class relating to what we were studying, but that's about it. However, I was drawn to her and knew I wanted to get to know her. When I caught word that she would be moving to attend school out of the state, something in me clicked and I decided to ask her out while I still had the chance. I caught up to her after class one day and asked, only to be told that she had a boyfriend. We went out separate ways after that, the quarter ended a few weeks later, and she moved away.
Jump to a year later, Fall 2009, and the beginning of a new quarter. I'm walking the halls when who should I see? Her. I find out she's moved back, and with her my chance to really get to know her. In fact, turns out we have class together this quarter. Unfortunately, I don't really take advantage of this fact. Sure, I talk to her during class a bit more than I have in past classes we had together, I but I don't know if she remembers that I asked her out. I'm kind of embarrassed by that fact, so I mostly keep to myself.
About half way through the quarter, we are sitting next to each other and I overhear her talking to a fellow classmate about a Christmas party she and her sister are hosting. Then out of the blue, she turns to me and invites me. I'm floored. I wasn't close enough where she felt like she had to invite me because she knew I could hear; this was a genuine invitation. Any uncertainties I had over how she felt about me asking her out last year were out the window. Clearly, it didn't affect her perception of me, because she was inviting me to a party; like normal friends.
And with that, that's exactly what we became: friends. Her, her sister, my best friend and I have gone out multiple times - to parties, night clubs, art shows - and we've all become good friends. However, with each time we talk or hang out, my feelings for her grow stronger. I've been able to keep them in control so that they don't affect me, especially since I know she's still with her boyfriend; something I choose to put out of mind when we hang out. He lives out of state, and I don't need his shadow looming over us when we hang out.
However, that is a luxury I can no longer afford, because earlier this week he moved back to Sacramento, and last night, at a party hosted by the sisters, I met him. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable at all. We simply shook hands, and that was it. He left early on into the night, so his presence didn't really affect anything, but just because it didn't affect last night doesn't mean it can't affect something in the future. I fully understand that my friend has a boyfriend, and as such nothing can happen between us, so that isn't the issue. My concern is that over the last few months, we have become good friends, and I don't want her boyfriend to somehow affect the friendship dynamic; not just between her & I, but also including the dynamic that includes her sister and my best friend.
Maybe that's selfish of me, but as I'm laying here in bed, after a really fun night with lots of friends from school, I can't help but feel that some of those emotions that I've kept in control this whole time are starting to escape. It was one thing when I knew he existed, but was out of the picture; it's an entirely different situation when he's right in front of me and I have to hear about him every time I talk to her.
Everyone, at some point or another, experiences meeting someone that instantly catches your attention. Whether it's by what they do or say, or perhaps even by what they don't do or say, you know this is not only someone you'd like to get to know, but that you two would be great together. And every time you talk to them, this feeling just gets stronger and stronger. I met this person during the Summer of 2008. At the time, we didn't really talk to each other. We might exchange a few words during class relating to what we were studying, but that's about it. However, I was drawn to her and knew I wanted to get to know her. When I caught word that she would be moving to attend school out of the state, something in me clicked and I decided to ask her out while I still had the chance. I caught up to her after class one day and asked, only to be told that she had a boyfriend. We went out separate ways after that, the quarter ended a few weeks later, and she moved away.
Jump to a year later, Fall 2009, and the beginning of a new quarter. I'm walking the halls when who should I see? Her. I find out she's moved back, and with her my chance to really get to know her. In fact, turns out we have class together this quarter. Unfortunately, I don't really take advantage of this fact. Sure, I talk to her during class a bit more than I have in past classes we had together, I but I don't know if she remembers that I asked her out. I'm kind of embarrassed by that fact, so I mostly keep to myself.
About half way through the quarter, we are sitting next to each other and I overhear her talking to a fellow classmate about a Christmas party she and her sister are hosting. Then out of the blue, she turns to me and invites me. I'm floored. I wasn't close enough where she felt like she had to invite me because she knew I could hear; this was a genuine invitation. Any uncertainties I had over how she felt about me asking her out last year were out the window. Clearly, it didn't affect her perception of me, because she was inviting me to a party; like normal friends.
And with that, that's exactly what we became: friends. Her, her sister, my best friend and I have gone out multiple times - to parties, night clubs, art shows - and we've all become good friends. However, with each time we talk or hang out, my feelings for her grow stronger. I've been able to keep them in control so that they don't affect me, especially since I know she's still with her boyfriend; something I choose to put out of mind when we hang out. He lives out of state, and I don't need his shadow looming over us when we hang out.
However, that is a luxury I can no longer afford, because earlier this week he moved back to Sacramento, and last night, at a party hosted by the sisters, I met him. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable at all. We simply shook hands, and that was it. He left early on into the night, so his presence didn't really affect anything, but just because it didn't affect last night doesn't mean it can't affect something in the future. I fully understand that my friend has a boyfriend, and as such nothing can happen between us, so that isn't the issue. My concern is that over the last few months, we have become good friends, and I don't want her boyfriend to somehow affect the friendship dynamic; not just between her & I, but also including the dynamic that includes her sister and my best friend.
Maybe that's selfish of me, but as I'm laying here in bed, after a really fun night with lots of friends from school, I can't help but feel that some of those emotions that I've kept in control this whole time are starting to escape. It was one thing when I knew he existed, but was out of the picture; it's an entirely different situation when he's right in front of me and I have to hear about him every time I talk to her.
2.07.2010
My Latest Internet Addiction
Years ago, I was actually very reluctant to take part in social networking websites. When everybody was signing up to Friendster, I was slow to join in. (and look where that went.) When everybody was signing up to MySpace, again I was slow to sign up, although I eventually came around and joined. When everyone was signing up to Facebook, I refused to join in because I already had MySpace. Why would I want a second site to do what I already did on another? Well, again I caved in and joined.
That's the way it was for years. Something new would come around, friends would try to get me to join, and only after much convincing would I finally join. However, within the last year, that reluctance has disappeared. In fact, I would say it's turned into something of an addiction, and I am only too eager to join the latest craze. As soon as I saw a few of my friends had a blog, I started one of my own. Did I have an overwhelming need to start one? No, but here you are reading it anyway.
So, what is my latest internet addiction? formspring.me
The entire purpose of the site is to have random people anonymously ask you any question they want, and you answer it. That's it. Pretty simple and pointless, right? Well, still I signed up. I heard about it through a friend, and I followed suit.
So far, I've had very little activity on there, but I'm hoping it picks up. So to any of you reading this right now, if there is any question - no matter how personal, dirty, uncomfortable, funny, silly, deep, intellectual, pointless, etc. - you want to ask, by all means go to http://www.formspring.me/akaricochet and ask away!
That's the way it was for years. Something new would come around, friends would try to get me to join, and only after much convincing would I finally join. However, within the last year, that reluctance has disappeared. In fact, I would say it's turned into something of an addiction, and I am only too eager to join the latest craze. As soon as I saw a few of my friends had a blog, I started one of my own. Did I have an overwhelming need to start one? No, but here you are reading it anyway.
So, what is my latest internet addiction? formspring.me
The entire purpose of the site is to have random people anonymously ask you any question they want, and you answer it. That's it. Pretty simple and pointless, right? Well, still I signed up. I heard about it through a friend, and I followed suit.
So far, I've had very little activity on there, but I'm hoping it picks up. So to any of you reading this right now, if there is any question - no matter how personal, dirty, uncomfortable, funny, silly, deep, intellectual, pointless, etc. - you want to ask, by all means go to http://www.formspring.me/akaricochet and ask away!
2.01.2010
Let's Make a Music Video!
There comes a point in a man's life when he has to make a decision. Will he continue on the path his life is on now, or will he explore the road less-traveled and make a music video?
Well, I looked deep into my soul and decided to make a music video. Why would I choose such a difficult path, you might ask? Simple: it would be awesome. I'm not talking about making some high budget video worthy of being shown on MTV 7, or whatever the hell version of MTV they actually show music videos on these days. No, I just want to make something fun and maybe catchy. Something like..... this:
Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about! Doesn't that look like fun? Keep an eye out, because I'm about to blow up on YouTube.
Well, I looked deep into my soul and decided to make a music video. Why would I choose such a difficult path, you might ask? Simple: it would be awesome. I'm not talking about making some high budget video worthy of being shown on MTV 7, or whatever the hell version of MTV they actually show music videos on these days. No, I just want to make something fun and maybe catchy. Something like..... this:
Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about! Doesn't that look like fun? Keep an eye out, because I'm about to blow up on YouTube.
1.22.2010
Painting the Night Away
Tonight is going to be a busy night.
A friend and I are having an art show tomorrow, but unfortunately I haven't been able to devote the time needed to complete my pieces. That's nothing new -I typically do all my painting last minute - but this time it's really not good because my partner is submitting 100 pieces. One hundred! Granted, they're all small scale, but still; she's going to make me look like a fool!
I've only completed three pieces, all done last night, and I'm shooting for another three tonight/tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.
If you're available, come check it out. Not so much for my work, but for my partner's; it promises to be amazing.
A friend and I are having an art show tomorrow, but unfortunately I haven't been able to devote the time needed to complete my pieces. That's nothing new -I typically do all my painting last minute - but this time it's really not good because my partner is submitting 100 pieces. One hundred! Granted, they're all small scale, but still; she's going to make me look like a fool!
I've only completed three pieces, all done last night, and I'm shooting for another three tonight/tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.
If you're available, come check it out. Not so much for my work, but for my partner's; it promises to be amazing.
Kamon Japanese Restaurant
2210 J St.
Sacramento, CA
6-9 PM
2210 J St.
Sacramento, CA
6-9 PM
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