Welcome To Crazy Town

I don’t know if it’s because it’s so early or if it’s because I’ve finally matured with my perspective but things that I used to enjoy now disgust me. I find myself questioning my past actions more and more and thinking of the better alternatives I could have taken at the time. I like to do that. I like to play the “What if?” game in my head continuously. Get to think about the possibilities of things that are happening and have already happened. Continuously musing on would be futures of decisions made long ago. How would things be different now? I always ask, where would I be? Who would I be? Asking questions to a mute world where everyone knows the answers but they speak not for they lack the ability to do so. No because they are actually mute, no they suffer from another crippling disability known as expectation. My friend Andrew Mains posted a blog about a year back about his falling out with our friend Jake. They didn’t get in a fight or get separated by distance, they simply stopped being close. Not that they didn’t want to be close friends, it’s that they hit upon that taboo that men can’t be open with their feelings with each other. So they couldn’t get into deeper things that they needed for the friendship to survive. I wonder what would be different if they had overcome that taboo, and who would be affected most by the change? How would others change to fit this?

Again my brain is restless for the night

Thinking back to the paths taken during my life

And wondering if I took a wrong turn somewhere

Only to end up lost

A stranger in a strange land.

So I’m stuck on a Mac. Before the fanboys start bashing I’ll say this, your OS is rock solid but your hardware has a ton of issues. As I was saying, I’m on a Mac. So I can’t run a majority of programs out there right out of the box. I will usually need another program to run them virtually. Albert showed me a program called “Crossover” that allowed me to run windows programs naturally on Leopard. I managed to get Steam, Windows Media Player, and Internet Explorer running on here. I also learned a neat little trick. If you open up your terminal you can make your Mac speak using the system voice! Just type the following in to the terminal:

say hello

You can replace the hello with whatever you want the computer to say. I randomly make my macbook whisper “I want your soul……” when it’s super quiet in the room. Good for some minor fun. You can do a bunch of things in the terminal, although I wouldn’t recommend  messing with it unless you know what you are doing or else you could do irreversable damage to your mac.

Alright that’s it for today, tomorrow I may post on how to scam a scammer.

I just witnessed what could have been the strangest rendition of The Rocky Horror Picture Show I’d ever seen. They played the movie in the background while actors chased each other on stage with a giant penis cutout. Call me a purist but I wasn’t amused, I mean the entire thing just seemed to be for cheap laughs. Eh, I think I’m nit picky about the things I watch. I guess I was expecting something more since I was missing Heroes for it. Also they completely obscured the sound and video of both the time warp song and eddie’s song (my favorite!).

Le sigh, now I’m back in the room stuck watching Heroes on my computer and wondering where Albert left off to. I’m now know around Ward as the boy who can inhale pie, due to my eating 7 slices of pie in 5 minutes last night in a pie eating contest. Speaking of pie, some would be delicious right about now, I’m off to eat.

Later days kids!

So Friday night Albert’s friend Zack came from Sonoma to visit. While Travis and I played Mario Kart, he and Albert slipped away without a word. Flash forward to Saturday morning when I was leaving to go to breakfast with Kelley, they are barely returning. Thought this was rather strange since Albert doesn’t party….so where were they all night? Anyways I spent most of the day with Kelley, and ended up watching Garden State back at her room. Afterwhich I probably would have stayed longer if it wasn’t for some odd text messages and calls from Marissa and her gang. They sounded like they were all high/drunk, and I was wondering what was going on so I headed back to my dorm to find them and Travis in the lobby just laughing their heads off. So I sat with them and we talked about the randomest things from hair styles to sexual moves. Finally we all just plopped into Travis’ room to watch American Beauty. The movie ended at about 6am, and I was beat. So instead of staying and watching Billy Madison I went back to my room, stole some of Albert’s movies from his harddrive and called it a night.

Also I helped a drunk chick NOT get raped. I feel proud of myself.

Anyways, later days I have to get ready for an event.

As readers of this site may have already figured out, I always tend to get myself in strange situations. Whether I initiate them myself or I kind of just stumble onto them, they are exciting little tidbits that make my life more exciting and give me material so I can make posts here. Part of the excitement that comes from getting into spontaneous moments comes from the people you meet along the way. Now I’ve met some pretty cool people here like D the crazy good pianist, or Chris who just knows which death metal will brighten up someone’s day, or all the girls of room 10 who constantly fight with each other but in the end will team up to play Rockband. But I think my favorite person here has to be Tosh. She has this cheery attitude that no one seems to be able to resist. She is what I look for in people, someone who can bring others joy so effortlessly. Problem is at the moment I really don’t want anyone, I’m fine by myself. But hey Tosh if you ever read this, you’re pretty awesome.

So everyone on my floor seems to have gone download crazy. I walked in today on our friend Sam watching Wall-E on dvd, when it isn’t even out yet. I’m wondering how everyone is getting these things, when torrents and P2P services like LimeWire aren’t allowed. I mean even our friend Kara got in trouble for downloading Juno. They cut off her internet and she might be facing a lawsuit. But eh, if I download something, I’ll make sure it’s something no one is going to care about.

One thing that I’m dreading is planning my classes for next semester. I really have no idea what I need except that I’m supposed to take Cine 200 and Cine 202. Other than that, I have no clue. I should take some interesting classes like Oceanography! The teacher is apparently crazy. So that sound pretty cool.

Anyways that’s my blog, and it’s about 1000 times better than Albert’s blog about him eating a damn pear.

So there!

Last night I went to sleep fairly early (12:30am). However when the morning came I thought I had woken up, I was wrong. It turned out to be one of those super realistic dreams where you go through the motions of the day without ever leaving your bed. The first time I thought I woke up for Ethnic Studies, I thought Albert had woken me. I dreamt he wanted to go bowling so he could actually use his two blue bowling pins .

So by the time I really woke up, class had been over by 10 mins, and my next one didn’t start for another hour so I decided to go back to sleep for a while. The second time I thought I woke up,  I thought Albert had rearranged the room. When I asked him why, he said that it was so we could have more room to play Wii Sports. So the remainder of that dream was spent making sure everything still worked in the new setup. When I really did wake up from that, it was 11:30. So basically I missed all my classes today because Albert loves bowling at 7 in the morning and he moves furniture in his sleep.

PS: NBC was out in the dorms today! So I missed Heroes, but I found it online! So I’m off to that now, later days!

I went home this weekend expecting the same old same old. Small town where everyone knows everyone else, a bunch of kids going around on skateboards while trying to act “gangsta”, and everything and everyone being exactly the same that I’d left them. What I found was a contrast, the same little town I had lived in for 18 years of my life seemed corrupted. Even friends who I thought I had known pretty well where different in some unspeakable way. They seemed almost….crueler. It was especially disheartening when my ex, Pauline, called to tell me she couldn’t talk to me anymore. Also that same night a kid got stabbed right outside my house. Needless to say the first night back was not pleasant. Saturday fared only slightly better, with me staying in all day and visiting my relatives at night. Although I miss Morgan Hill for the nostalgia factor, I can safely say I felt so out of place there, like I wasn’t meant to be there. San Francisco is my home now, and I’m just fine with that.

Well that was the weekend today, after getting back into my dorm, I watched the Futurama movie the Beast With a Billion Backs.  It was a decent movie, classic Matt Groening but I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be a sequel to Bender’s Big Score. Anyways, I spoke to Diandra when I came back and decided we didn’t have enough in common to continue what we were doing. So we ended it and I can’t tell you how liberating it felt. I guess I knew from the begining it wasn’t going to go anywhere, but I just had to make sure. So yeah I guess I’m single again.

I feel kind of bad because I haven’t called Emily in a while. I think I shall call her tomorrow and see what she’s been up to.

So that’s it, I’m done. Later days kids.

‘If’

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: 

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a man, my son! 

Rudyard Kipling