FINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cardinal Sin

Today I have committed a grave sin. I gave Alex Gallien access to my old World of Warcraft account.

R.I.P. Alex Gallien 1987-2006

Arizona

I promised this would be a long one... but, honestly, I am too excited to be going back to even think straight.

Life is wonderful.

Octopus

UC Transfer Applications

My transfer application to Berkeley, Davis, and LA is complete! Now I just have to wait to find out where I get accepted. Thanks to everyone who helped review my personal statement.

Not Meeting New People

I saw Christmas decorations up in my neighbors room as I was walking by, so I went in to talk to them. There was some guy in there I had never met before. My neighbor immediately engaged me in conversation, as if the guy were not there. The guy and I were aware of each other, but since my neighbors did not introduce us, we did not talk.

Eventually enough time lapsed where we had to ignore each other and pretend like he didn't exist at all.

Peculiar how these things work.

Goodbyes

Goodbyes keep getting harder and harder. I have a feeling next time will be the hardest.

Thanks for another amazing weekend.

Work Work

It is 4:00am and I am still working on homework. This pretty much sucks.

The River

It's funny how walking through the dense fog hanging over the levee reminds me of walking through my own life sometimes.

It's funny how a few rocks, a bridge, and a puzzled but concerned look from an Asian man with a limp can make me feel better.

Oh.

And you too.

San Jose

We be cool chillin'.

Winter Blues

She makes the rain so much more bearable. Thanks.

I was feeling a particular harsh case of the winter blues, but it's amazing what a nice phone call can do to dissolve all that. Nonetheless, I'm ready for Spring.

Question of the Day

Everyone has something to say. It just takes a good question to get a good answer. My good friend, Tom Takahashi, used to have a "Question of the Day" system setup. He would ask a new question every day and people would come from miles around to answer it.

It was a great concept, but Tom has neglected the "Question of the Day" too long. I have made a rival question of the day blog to satisfy all your question needs.

http://questionsdaily.blogspot.com/

Enjoy.

Toothpaste

Believe it or not, toothpaste is subject to the laws of gravity just like you or I. I had to learn this the hard way.

I love this girl

Oh, how very much I love her.

No smiling contest... Go.

What a wild night.

A very special thanks to John, Katy, & Sam for taking special interest in my survival last night.

Distance

This whole distance thing keeps getting harder and harder. One would think it would be easier because we get to see each other soon.

I love her. I hate being so far away.

Whatever

Like a Rolling Oliver Stone

Get it?

Election Day

Holy crap! 89 got it's ass kicked!

Oh well, the Dems did well enough for me to be happy.

I am pretty excited for the investigations to begin. I am sure some juicy information will be released. It is bound to be a hell of a good time for everyone.

Otherwise... the Guad is amazing, Christmas lights are amazing, and my girlfriend is super amazing.

Tripping balls!

I am sick. I am tripping right now on germs and exhaustion. Everything I say is just silly. It all comes out wrong. What kind of cold is this?

I just want to go to sleep until Thanksgiving.

If Saturdays are for laughing...

Then Sundays are for missing her.

Today is Thursday... (sort of)

Finally. I will be out for the next few days. Enjoy your weekend.

Going to Georgia

The most remarkable thing about coming home to you is the feeling of being in motion again: its the most extraordinary thing in the world.

Going to Georgia.

This song has been my life for the last two days. And what a time that has been. Oh well, she will be here in two days.

I was just about ready to run away.

Phone Bills

I am fucked. In the worst way.

Anyone want to buy a kidney?

I'm not worried...

...And I'm glad I didn't die before I met you.

It works if you work it.

The thing about kissing is...

The thing about kissing is that kissing with lips is a lot more fun than kissing with bumpers.

Adventure

The Pacific is beckoning like a Siren tonight. I am in the kind of mood where people make rash decisions. Good thing I am a coward.

One day I will be back, Oregon.

Out of Control

If there is one thing I will not stand for, it is being inconsistent. And as you very well may know, I do not like killing insects. Yet, my esteemed colleague, William Emory Daly, raised the point that I am being philosophically and morally inconsistent by eating meat.

Thusly, in order to be philosophically and morally consistent, I gave up meat. I swore it off last Thursday, and let me tell you... it sucks.

When you are a vegetarian all you can think about--or at least all I could think about--was eating meat. I wanted nothing more than a big, juicy cheeseburger. Almost as much as I wanted to be in Tucson.

Eventually I caved. I ate a huge chicken burrito last night at the Guad. I am sorry, Socrates.

Oh, I also got a tattoo.

On Art & Urban Living

Who knew I'd ever be such a fan of gangster rap!

Changes

It has been half a year since I last posted anything. It really should not come as too much of a surprise. I hate these things. I feel pretentious writing here. Blogs are for people with something to say or people who think they have something to say. Even I am not arrogant enough to claim the first, and I know all too well I have nothing of note to write.

Regardless, sometimes writing is compelling. We all have our guilty pleasures, right? Anyway, on to something marginally substantive...

A lot has happened in the last six months.

I had an amazing summer. I learned in a whole new way the meaning of community and discovered friendships and memories I will cherish forever. I grew closer to my closest friends.

I met a girl.

Things have gone farther and faster than anyone could have expected. For the first time ever, I can say with confidence that I am in love. And really? What more could I ask for.

But all has not been smooth sailing.

I have begun working in grassroots politics. It can be rewarding sometimes. It can be a drag a lot of the time. I have earned valuable experience, but with experience has come skepticism, doubt, and disillusionment. I still know what I would like to do, but I have begun to reevaluate my priorities and initial plans. I still want to change the world.

College is less fun. People are less interesting. I am less the Brandon I was this summer and more the Brandon I was four years ago. I am definitely back in the pattern of seasonal shifts.

I need a change.

I feel like such a livejournal loser. I apologize for the e/n nonsense.

Responsibility

An essential part of manhood is responsibility. Whether it is responsibility to your neighbor, to your state, or to yourself. When a man accepts the weight of responsibility, he makes a commitment. Whether he is a Muslim commiting to the Hajj or a dad commiting to attend his son's hockey game. Responsibility is tied to duty and duty is one of the cornerstones of what it means to be a man.

I am at the time in my life where I am expected to begin the final stages of my metamorphisis from a boy to a man. Needless to say, this involves a growing collection of responsibilities and duties associated with these various obligations. Many of these responsibilities are inevitable results of my newfound independence. Specifically, these responsibilities include many responsibilites to the self: educate one's self, feed one's self, so on and so forth.

Many of these responsibilities to self are certain functions a man must perform on some sort of regularity. One of these responsibilites in particular I have been unable to take care of recently.
Tonight, I thought I could finally attend to the pressing matter which I have neglected within the past week, yet due to the nature of events that have unfolded within the past few hours I have been unable to complete my sacred duty of manhood: my responsibility to self.

These events, which have obstructed my ability to accomplish the task I set forth to do, have only added to the irritability I have experienced from the simple fact I have been deprived of the power to fullfill my responsibility. This deprivation has led to a deep longing within the core of my very being. A typical unsympathetic stranger would assume that the longing, one in my position would be feeling, is simply superficial. I assure you it is anything but simple or superficial. It is a desire that overwhelms my whole being. It is as if my very soul is pushing me towards my single goal -- fullfilling the duties that I, as a man, are responsibile.

Ultimately, if a man must meet the responsibilities required of him, how can I call myself a man when I cannot surpass the obstacles separating me from my goal?





Frankly, I need to masturbate.