Well, I got home a couple hours ago from class and some errands...when I came home and checked the mail, there was a note stuffed inside...written pretty poorly on a ripped half piece of paper: "Dear neighber(neighbor), plese keep your yard and lot clean. Your neighbor in action cloub(club). We meet the last thursday(of every month I suppose)." And it dawns on me...this isn't just some slum...or ghetto. This is someone's neighborhood...there are a lot of decent folks around here, I kno that because I've seen and talked to a few...yeah, to me this is just a crash pad where I hang my hat and go online...and fear rats...but to the other people living on this street, this is where they call "home". Kinda got me...Well, anywayz, there's not much I can do to clean up the yard, but I'll pick up those old newspapers piling up on the steps(who the heck keeps giving us these??) tomorro. My housemate...the one I've talked to once and never saw again...well, I saw him again. *knock knock knock...open my room door* "Hey, whats up..." "uhh...hi...have you recieved any utility bills?" "Nah, not yet." "Oh...well, I'm moving out" "You're moving out right now?" "yeah, I'm on my way out the door, can you lock it for me?" "Uh...sure" *Locks door behind him* Whoa...how weird is that? Lucky bastard! heh...damn, he sure seemed giddy...and who wouldn't be in his position. He had a room that was akin to a jail cell, with no windows...he feared the neighborhood and went home to Sacramento from Thursday to Monday every week...I'm happy for him that he got to move out. Y'kno whats wierd? I think I'll miss him a lil' bit...quit laughing=) Although I'd only seen him once in 4 weeks, well...I knew he was there, in that cell of his...ah well, man, ask anyone who knows me, I'm always like this.=) I also found out Harris, the housemate I talk to regularly, will be moving back to Las Vegas or Reno by the beginning of November...kinda sucks. But good for him...he's moving on with his life, and putting these family problems behind him. Him staying here was more like someone staying at a halfway house...its gonna be lonely here...Me, and mystery housemate #2...the one who I've never seen....grrreat. Can't ya just FEEL the enthusiasm??=P Well, here's hoping for some cool housemates to replace the ones who left/are leaving. I was talking to a friend of mine, and she's going through the exact same situation as I did...or HAD been going through several months before. Alrite, another big thing for me is this: "LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS DO NOT WORK" For people around my age, I can say you're just fooling yourself if you think it'll work. Things may go alrite for who knows how long, but there are just SOOO many things that can/will go wrong....I've been through 2. Man, I was too thick headed to learn the first time...the second time, ooh, u can bet I learned. My advice? If you're moving in the near future(near being like 6 months or so), just break up now. "but why not just enjoy the time we have left together?" Because...for one, if you break up right when you leave...there's no closure. You'll both have the feeling, "we're breaking up because she's/he's moving"...and not "we're breaking up because I don't love him/her anymore"...the first being a much, much harder to deal with. Feelings will linger...you might even try a long distance thing for awhile...but relationships are emotional, mental, AND physical. Yeah...how would you like to have a relationship with someone who lived in a bubble, that you couldn't hug, touch or kiss....because thats what it essentially is. Yeah, the occassional weekends together...but that will become a drag...you can't see each other often...when there's a fight, he/she couldn't just drive to the other's house and work it out face to face. If you break up well before you move, you'll have time to deal with it, with that other person close by. And I don't mean to deal with it together by anymeans(damn, thats another big ass can of worms I just won't open right now), but dealing with things knowing that that person is in the same city. Trust me, dealing with a break up far away from home in a new place is horrible. At home, you have close friends to comfort and support you. Also, you can't fall back on the excuse, "Oh, we're not together because I'm all the way here, and they're all the way over there", because the both of you will be in the same area. You just have to deal with things straight on. *sigh* Can you tell I'm against Long Distance Relationships?=) But....of course, this friend of mine(more like a sis) has to be as hard headed as I am and experience it first hand...aiyah...just don't wanna see her go through what I went through, but I guess she'll be better for it.=T
10/7/2000 09:00:39 PM
Well, today I woke up late. Man, I had the next 3 days planned out so nicely, and I had to go mess it up by waking up late...blah. Anywayz, the plan was to wake up at 10, go to Price Club(yea yea, I kno its called Cosco now, but to me, it'll always be known as Price Club) and get some mad grub. As you know, I've been eating CRAP for the past two weeks, and, well...I said to myself, "Dude, if you're gonna eat crap, at least eat crap that TASTES good." Well, nah..it wasn't exactly like that..I was gonna get some good healthy stuff too..honest! Anywayz, I ended up waking up at 1:30 instead...man, I swore I checked to see if the alarm on my clock was on, AND to check that it was set for 10AM not PM(as I've done in the past, doh)...I am now sure my alarm clock selectively chooses when it will go on...its crazy, but after living with it for 5 or so years, I've come to this realization...Damn clock. Well, I woke up late, so I started on my Intermediate Figure drawing homework....6 line drawings of your own foot. Man, the hand one was easy, but the foot? There's only so many ways you can articulate your foot...and the fact that I don't have a desk and had to set my 18x24 drawing pad on an empty moving box, and draw balanced on one knee, for the lack of any chairs was a hassle too. I damn near got a hernia trying to look at my foot,draw, and balance at the same time. Got that done, and went to the quick study drawing workshop I always hit up on friday nights. After getting out at 9, and walking to Jack's for dinner, I see all these people out, on their way to bars or clubs, enjoying the San Francisco night life...it hits me..."Dan, you don't have a life" heh...yes, its true. I'm so busy with 5 classes this semester, I barely have a day to myself where there's nothing to do, that I can just go hang out with friends, or call up some buddies I haven't seen in awhile and just go chill...and yeah, there are many people I want to call up and kick it with...aiy. This weekend is all booked up...I'm going to class tomorrow, and on Sunday, I vowed to myself I would take a trip out the De Young museum to sketch and muse at all the beautiful works of art there...especially since they currently have the best Asian Art exhibit outside of Shanghai. Monday, laundry and groceries...then tuesday....class. BUT, I'll try my best to get a hold of at least one friend I haven't seen in awhile and hook up next weekend. Gotta start a little at a time. I also wanted to go to Borders again to sketch...the fact that there are mad chickidies all gathered in one place doesn't hurt. Of course my interest is purely artistic, mind you.=Z But yeah...heh. Anyhoo... I better get to bed...7 and a half hour class tomorro, and it starts early...another reason for no life...Saturday class..
10/7/2000 02:00:06 AM
Friday, October 06, 2000
I just recieved the "Booty Call Contract" from a friend via e-mail, wherein it describes the terms and conditions for a successful booty call...wow...and at the bottom, a place for the booty caller and booty called to sign their names. So official...whoa...I wonder if I can print it out...maybe pass 'em around like fliers...=X Anyhoo, lemme know if you wanna see, I'll send it to ya. Oh, quick note, check out Willy's page...Its pretty wierd how much we're alike...its like he's a twilight zone me...or am I a twilight zone him? Either way, interesting read.=) Ooh, and check out Sarin's page...she's cute girl from down under, I dig reading her page... Both update pretty regularly. *Dan, get on with your links page already dude* I hear ya man...soon, soon....but in the meantime, check 'em out=)
10/6/2000 03:14:03 AM
I press play on my CD player and hop onto the 42 bus, on my way to my second class of the day. I take a seat and just zone to my tunes, when I barely notice a father and son sitting in front of me...paying them no real attention. After a couple minutes, I realize that they're talking constantly...which, I have to admit, seemed a little strange to me. I press pause on my CD player and just listen in... "Daddy, how long till Christmas?" "Well, lets see...Christmas is in December...December 25...and its Oct 6, so October, November, December...so about 3 months...2 and a half months...a little over 2 and a half months." "How many days?" "Well, its October 6th...hmm..December 25...so thats about 70 days...no no, about 80 days..." (How strange...the dad actually took time to answer his son's question...wow...I'm serious, any other dad would have probably stopped at "Christmas is in December".) *with excitement* "Santa's comming to our school on Christmas!" *with equal enthusiasm* "Oh wow! Only 80 more days..." (whoa...this is really getting odd...the father, really not excited about Santa comming to his son's school, but acted that way just because his son was excited...and the tone that he took with his son was so kind) "Daddy, I think mommy is the tooth fairy..." "Well, I'll tell you, I've never seen your mother take your toothe and put money there..." "Really?" "Yes, but y'kno....*thinks*...I think she and the toothe fairy, I think they're closely related" "wow..." (I felt like the dialog was comming straight out of a "How To Be A Badass Parent"...) After some more of their small talk...a little bit about the son telling his dad he looked good with a beard and that he shouldn't shave it off...they reached their stop. At this time, the bus had become pretty crowded, and as the dad stood up, he said, "Would anyone care to sit down?" MAN! Crazy....I mean, wierd! I was like...whoa...I couldn't read it. Could it be? He was just a really cool guy & badass parent? Wow. I couldn't help but smile at their conversation, and as I looked at the others around them, they too were smiling a little bit. Its reassuring to know that there ARE great parents out there like, well...I guess I'll just call him "Badass Dad".
10/6/2000 01:38:51 AM
Thursday, October 05, 2000
It occurs to me that I've been living like a slob lately...I remember the days last semester and the semester before it where I would be in the kitchen, cooking up a healthy, delicious meal. I'd stir fry meat and vegatables, I'd make pasta, chow mein, fresh steamed greens, and all that jazz. I'd go to work out as often as I could, jogging myself down to the gym and back to the dorm. When I went out to eat, I would think of "hmm, whats good without going overboard"...all that is tossed out the window...nono...more like fired out the window with a cannon. "And on the menu for today Misuer Dan, we are having Cambell's soup mixed in with rice. Perhaps a can of corn or other canned greens...just like the day before...and the day before that...and...err...the day before that...but OH, the day before the day before that, we had McDonalds!" *groan* I guess I've progressively gotten more and more lazy as the semesters pass...and the rat problem just compounds it. Damn...I need to make one of those pacts with myself, like "Dan boy, you need to shape up! Think back when you were at the peak of physical fitness! A man among men...rippling pectorals...the sculpted physique that Michelangelo's David would be envious of! You need to take care of yourself, eat right...work out. Your body is your temple!" *sigh*...maybe later...
I go into the Walgreens downtown to stock up on my canned goods...cream of chicken, mexicorn, mixed vegatables, cream of celery...etc...I walk up to the counter with like 14 cans of various things...a little embarrassed at doing my grocery shopping downtown...at a Walgreens no less. So dude is scanning my stuff...*yeah, it'll all be over quick...*...scan scan...*whoa...didn't realize I bought so many cans...*...scan scan...*quickly man...quickly!*...scan..*BEEP*...tries again...*BEEP* "PRICE CHECK ON DELMONTE'S GREEN BEANS" *aww dangit..* scan scan...*whew....*...scan *BEEP* "PRICE CHECK ON DELMONTE MEXICORN" *AWWww gaddangit...* "PRICE CHECK ON DELMONTE MEXICORN PLEASE...LINDA PLEASE CHECK AISLE 8 FOR THE MEXICORN" *mumble..mumble* scan scan.....scan *BEEP* *Aww, for cryin' out loud!* "PRICE CHECK ON DELMONTE PEAS AND CARROTS PLEASE"
I check my web counter every so often, and I see some repeat visitors...thanx again for checkin' out the site, but come out of the shadows there....*coaxing out...with lolipops and assorted canned goods* and sign the guestbook or drop me a line...I'm curious as to who's out there in TV land.=P
10/5/2000 02:04:43 AM
Wednesday, October 04, 2000
I was talking to Dennis in class today and we decided to get some grub afterwards at Mickey D's(yeah, I've been going here way too much=). So after class, we walk to his car...now, I've never seen his car, but I was expecting, well, y'kno a decent car like maybe an 85 camry or something. We'd sometimes joke around about us being starving college students and all so this seemed appropriate. We keep walking and suddenly he stops at this Beamer...and I just keep walking..."Yo, this is my car" "Shut up dude!" heh..."Yeah, really, its my car..." He proceeds to go around to the trunk, and open it with his key. Wha?? "Dude, whats the big deal fronting like you're poor!" heh...so he says, "Man, everytime people see my car, they always give me crap about it, like "ooh, theres the guy with the beamer" and they think I'm rich and everything..." HA! "Well DUDE, u HAVE A FREAKIN' Beamer man..." "My parents bought me the car man, look...the oil and engine light is on, I don't have money to fix it, so I leave it..." Well, yeah...I understand his plight...but I give him shit about it anywayz=P "Pssh...whatever dude...driving around in a Beamer, don't even try to put yourself on my poverty level!" heh...yeah, so we go on about it, just jokin' around...yeah, cool guy=)
Man, music...Have you ever just popped a CD into your player and once it started...it just seemed to really hit the spot? I mean, like put you in that mood you wanna be in. I try to do that everyday, just pick and choose a few CD's that fit my mood for the day, put them in my carrying case and out the door I go. Well, yeah, today, I just took one CD...good choice...just some mellow tunes...kinda makes you think back to good times...here, take a listen. Music is just such a big part of my life...music can bring back feelings from long ago like they were yesterday...the way the air smelled, the exact way you felt, and what you thought. The vibe....its a powerful thang. When you hear a song, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you get that tingly sensation all around your body...just a pure, natural, melodic high...Man, don't get me started...=) Well, take a listen to that song, and groove...hope you all are doin' well out there. Myself...I've got a Art History test to study for tomorro...so I'm gonna groove a bit longer too=)
10/4/2000 02:53:37 AM
Tuesday, October 03, 2000
I've known it my entire adult life...I suck at names....I SUCK at remembering names. Leland is asking me about who I had dinner with yesterday, so I'm listing off names.."..blah and blah..and...and...what were those two girl's names?" Its like, once I say, "Hi, my names Dan.." Everything after that point is null. I'll remember where they're from, what their major is, but names...that slips right out of my noggin' like butter off a crooked stove. And after sitting down, and one of them calls me by my name, all I'm thinking is, "Oh crap, whats your name again?" Aiyah... Alrite, updated the "SOMD" section *points to the left* Thanx to the web genius of my man Jeremy, I now have full use of streaming audio! *cheers* Yes, yes...with this webpage, I feel like I'm restoring an old beat up '57 Chevy to its former chrome plated glory. Everyday, a little tinkering here and there. Right now...its certainly driveable, but its missing some tail lights, the glove compartment door, one wheel, the radiator cap, and the window wiper engine. Oh, and the backseats. So yeah, theres still more work to be done.
10/3/2000 02:55:32 AM
Monday, October 02, 2000
I got the "She of My Dreams" section up...err..well, its UP, but hmm...haven't got anything listed yet=X Well, at least its up right? ANyhoo, went to Border's to sketch people like I planned. Man, I never knew it was such a hip spot to study and chill...it was crowded, and we had to scope out tables for awhile. I felt a little wierd when I was sketching someone and they caught me lookin' at them...at first I looked away quickly, but I felt like a prowler, or thief or something...stealing their image, and pretending that I wasn't...heh, wierd huh? So after awhile, if they looked up, I just smiled, and nodded. Surprisingly, it worked fine. Afterwards, we had dinner on Irving with Will, his girlfriend, and 2 of her friends...2 funny girls from Hong Kong. Y'kno, whenever you go to a new Chinese restaurant you've never been to, order the orange chicken. Why? Cuz its IMPOSSIBLE to screw up orange chicken. If the meat is bad, the batter and "orangy-ness" will compensate. So thats precisely what we did...I ordered a dish of clams in black bean sauce...I personally think no one can make black bean sauce better than my mom. Catfish in black bean sauce, damn what I wouldn't give for some of that. Anyhoo, food was pretty good...had fun. At the end we played a game that I guess is pretty popular with Chinese people...get a tea cup, and put little portions of everything on the table..yeah...everything. The sauces from all the dishes, a whole mess of that really hot stuff, vinegar, all that jazz...mix it up with a chopstick, put it in the middle of the table, and play either paper/rock/scissors or spin the soup spoon to see who has to drink it. Now...I don't kno, just my luck that I lost the first round, but I feel sorry for the girl who lost the last 2 rounds...ewww...
10/2/2000 04:40:50 AM
Sunday, October 01, 2000
I'm here munching on a can of Mexicorn and gettin' ready to head out. I'm goin' down to Borders with Will to sketch some unsuspecting patrons. I pulled out my jeans, getting ready to put them on when I noticed something white on the ass area...looks like I sat on some bird dookie yesterday during lunch in Union Square..that place is like bird shat central...a high traffic bombing zone..where else are they gonna find a wide open space, so populated with people in SF...its gotta be like bird heaven. Have a good day peoples=)
10/1/2000 03:12:54 PM
You kno...I've been thinking, and I realize...I'm happy in the relationship department again. Funny thing is, I'm not in one. I'd say this past year has been really crazy for me. Falling in love, having to leave for school, and all the stress that comes along with that. Man, I just think back and it all seems like a big haze of emotions, good and bad...and some more bad. Now that I've been single for awhile, I'm in no rush to find someone...and everyone knows, when you're looking, things never pan out anyways=) But yeah, I'm just enjoying myself, the freedom, my schooling, friends, fam, all these wonderful things. 'In no hurry for heartbreak here. I've thought about "she" often though...over the 4 months we've been apart...but things are different now. Thoughts aren't so much about "I wish we were together, I wish we could work it out"...but more along the lines of, "yeah, she was my first love...beautiful moments we shared...arguements...misunderstandings" The yearning isn't there like it was before...now, its more like reminiscing on old memories. Which is exactly what it is. I find what they said in Swingers to be true...it went something like "You'll feel the hurt. You'll wake up to it everday, and go to sleep with it everynight. Then you'll wake up, and you'll find that you don't think about it as much...less and less as the days go by...until one day, it'll be gone. And then, you'll almost miss the pain...because its been a part of you for so long." Note to ALL guys who've been through a break up...watch that movie=) I did hear from her recently...said she was still in love me, wanted a new start... I have to say the break up left me a little bitter, and to hear from her now, saying what she said....I kno its much too late for that. Made me question all the things I always told her. How I'd always love her...but then I realized that I DO love her, for who she is...she'll always be special to me...but I'm not IN love with her anymore...
10/1/2000 02:54:56 AM
