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7.31.2004
JtFuNNiE (5:36:06 PM): wanna go see harold and kumar crunk?
JtFuNNiE (5:36:19 PM): i'm listening to the democratic convention speeches online
JtFuNNiE (5:36:19 PM): i'm listening to the democratic convention speeches online
my eyes sting as if my hair was on fire. there is no comfort when they are closed and certainly not while they are opened.
7.29.2004
i should be in bed right now since i need to be awake in a just a few hours. but i wanted to jot this down before i forgot.
the other day i finally had the opportunity to pick up my diploma from sproul. i got to stroll through the face-lifted plaza, and it took a second to register that it was newly completed. anyhow, i picked up this official piece of paper validating my 4 years of education and then walked down telegraph to my car. so as i was walking, the usual gutterpunks and homeless people hassled and heckled. and that was normal, but it seemed odd. this is corny, but it kinda felt like that walk down telegraph was my real "walk" across the stage of the "real" world or something. and with all the powers of a college degree in my hand, i failed to have a quarter on me to spare.
the other day i finally had the opportunity to pick up my diploma from sproul. i got to stroll through the face-lifted plaza, and it took a second to register that it was newly completed. anyhow, i picked up this official piece of paper validating my 4 years of education and then walked down telegraph to my car. so as i was walking, the usual gutterpunks and homeless people hassled and heckled. and that was normal, but it seemed odd. this is corny, but it kinda felt like that walk down telegraph was my real "walk" across the stage of the "real" world or something. and with all the powers of a college degree in my hand, i failed to have a quarter on me to spare.
7.24.2004
i've become something of a modern nomad.
there are little pieces of me scattered everywhere that kinda get tossed around in the wind. even my job requres me to set up camp in different places for a month or two at a time. it's difficult to function under constant adaptation and i can feel myself slipping sometimes. time with myself seems to be at the mercy of other's schedules and needs.
i have no central location that i can always return to and let go. no place to call my own, not even a closet. the closest place i have to a home base is my car rory, and she's on wheels. but really, everything i need in order to live is kept in the trunk. everything but a few important people, who i probably wouldn't want to keep locked up in my trunk anyhow.
so home turns into the people i care about, and wherever they are. so i guess it doesn't really matter if i don't have a toothbrush there. i got one in my backpack.
there are little pieces of me scattered everywhere that kinda get tossed around in the wind. even my job requres me to set up camp in different places for a month or two at a time. it's difficult to function under constant adaptation and i can feel myself slipping sometimes. time with myself seems to be at the mercy of other's schedules and needs.
i have no central location that i can always return to and let go. no place to call my own, not even a closet. the closest place i have to a home base is my car rory, and she's on wheels. but really, everything i need in order to live is kept in the trunk. everything but a few important people, who i probably wouldn't want to keep locked up in my trunk anyhow.
so home turns into the people i care about, and wherever they are. so i guess it doesn't really matter if i don't have a toothbrush there. i got one in my backpack.
7.22.2004
i find that when life gets hectic, and time is a crunch, i get really stressed out, but also satisfied in a strange way.
what has pinned me against the wall of time is mostly work. those 10hr. days working in the trench is nerve racking, dirtifying, and sweat-producing. it makes simple tasks such as getting ready to meet up with friends or going to rehersals or something into a strategic process becauase it entails transforming myself from a dirt scrub with hardhat hair and reverse racoon face tan back into a girl who doesn't stank. and i've only got 15 min or less.
and it's kind of romantic like the britney spears video "u drive me crazy" where she's working as a waitress by day, then she changes into her party time outfit and does that chair-leaning-bosom thing. or like clark kent who rips off his shirt to reveal his superself. and so i'm thinking i must enjoy this process so much because it sheds off the mundane, making ends meet, dirt scrub aspect of me to show my other self, a girl that's on a mission to beat traffic and smell pleasant.
so when it is all said and done, who cares if i didn't perform well that night, at least i get there ontime (for the most part) and i'm so fresh and so clean clean.
7.19.2004
gosh, crazy wonderful friends, a sleepy mango and an angry eggplant, late night mcdonald's snacks, bitch sessions, and mr. Quentin Thong Tran make oppression almost fun!
7.13.2004
no strength to write, barely enough to breathe.
7.10.2004
the politics of things that should have nothing to do with politics
it's unfortunate when your name, reputation, and who you're friends with outwiegh your abilities, your potential, enthusiasm and attitude. makes missed opportunities, second guessing, and regrets a common occurance.
the politics of politics
ex: fahrenheit 9/11
it's unfortunate when your name, reputation, and who you're friends with outwiegh your abilities, your potential, enthusiasm and attitude. makes missed opportunities, second guessing, and regrets a common occurance.
the politics of politics
ex: fahrenheit 9/11
7.08.2004
happy birthday sawa and booce!!!!! a pair of wonderfuls.
i'm so angry i wish i could turn into a termite and bite through a table. YOUR table, take that asshole!
