No more X’s on my hands. No more search parties for half-tapped keggers and stolen dixie cups. No more guilt for forcing a crowd of friends to go out to dinner, rather than to a hip new bar. No more frantic searches for tall Asian girls, in hopes of mugging them followed by stealing their wallets. This is the end of an old beginning.
My actual birthday was quite uneventful (minus Ramen with Jenny!). I spent the day at work, albeit 2 of my usual work hours were spent drunk in my bed at 6am with the spins and frequent trips to the bathroom/sink. 24 hours later and I am still feeling the residual effects of the blow job shot. Pieces of the night frequented my thoughts throughout the day at work, preventing me from properly responding to emails with my usual sense of urgency. The only productive thing I did today was pull forecasts from LYNX and compile them into a spreadsheet. Fun times.
Flashbacks of Pokemon sing-a-longs; half-drunken curdled Irish Car Bombs, Luke-Owen Wilson’s ugly brother handing me his “business” card, losing my beveraginity to Michael the bartender, over-sized banana peels, and the memorable sweetness of my first legal shot of So Co w/ Lime prevented me from functioning properly at work today. Thanks to my dear friends Rubio, NG, and Tommygun for celebrating my birth with me at the stroke of midnight.
I am glad to say that I am 3 flower pots richer, 10 million brain cells lighter, and 24 hours wiser than when I was a mere 20 year-old simpleton. Asian glow forever.
Filed under: Boston, California, Politics | Tags: Basketball, Boston, California, Cavaliers suck, Celtics, Same-Sex Marriage
Hooray for Same-Sex Marriage!!!
Oh, I have done so much research on this topic in the past and although I haven’t kept up with the details since I wrote a research paper on it back at U. of Redlands, I must say that it puts a big smile on my face. I am in complete favor for same-sex marriage, because I think it’s silly that this entire argument is based off of a bible definition.
Marriage – the social institution under which a man and woman establish their decision to live as husband and wife by legal commitments, religious ceremonies, etc.
People worry that if we allow same-sex marriage, this will foster a questionable environment for future generations–and *gasp*–more and more children will become exposed to the gay community. Misconceptions such as: more gay marriages will create more families as adoption rates increase, thus the upbringing of perhaps more gay children who will go the schools with [our] children. As if it’s some type of disease. This assumption is certainly irrational. I think it will only benefit those children without families, as they’ll have increased opportunities to find a love-fostering home with the addition of more committed couples.
Anyway, that’s just one single thread of the convoluted argument. Others say that this legalization may have sealed the deal on a REPUBLICAN seat in the White House. Supposedly, this issue four years ago was John Kerry’s fall. I’m not so sure…we’ll see if Americans are stupid enough to put McCain in the White House this year. George Bush part II.
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GO CELTICS!!!
You may questioning why I am rooting for the Celtics…the only answer I can provide is below:
Kevin Garnett is the man.
WATCH THE FINAL GAME:
CELTICS VS. CAVS @ HOME (Boston)
May 18, Sunday, 3:30PM!
Have you guys heard about the Neutrogena Wave? I just got mine (for free) and just used it. It’s pretty cool and an interestingly innovative concept. It’s basically like this vibrating facial cleanser. Imagine like an electric razor except it doesn’t shave, it cleans! You basically have these replaceable foam cleanser pads that you stick onto the head and then you smoosh it all over your face to zap those dirties through the vibrations. It deeply cleans pores and you can feel the difference in your skin after just one use!!!! Oh geez, I sound like an advertising robot. Good thing they hired me 
But seriously, it’s pretty awesome………
Anyway, today I had my first visit to the company just to get a sense of what the working culture and atmosphere is like. So far so good!!! I am really excited to work there, it seems like a very strong company with equally strong people. I like how refreshed you feel when you’re walking around the company…very much like the refreshed feeling after washing your face with Neutrogena acne cleanser! I apologize for the Neutrofreakiness. But seriously, the facility is really nice and there are Mexican artifacts all throughout the building, so you almost get like a homey museum type of feel.
My job seems way over my head for now, but I am determined to get it down as soon as possible. They want
to me start early so I can cross-train with the current co-op working there right now. It’ll be pretty sweet because I will be living in corporate housing so most likely I’ll be living in Culver City and will only be 15 minutes away from work. MUCH better than waking up at 6:45 am every morning to sit and waste away in traffic going there AND back. Ugh. Let me do the math: 4 hours x 5 x 52 = 1,040 hours would have been spent sitting on my arse on the freeway pondering about life and radiowaves. That’s 43 days worth of traffic. 43 days shorter my life would have been. 43 days that could have been spent going on vacation somewhere else!!!!
Coming back home is like waking up from a coma. I feel a little fuzzy and disoriented. Everything seems so familiar and yet so foreign at the same time. It’s funny how your memory can work. You can never fully retain the entirety of the experience and your brain can only capture and deliver a mere snapshot of the moment. It’s like having to reformat an image just so you can fit it onto your flash drive. You may still be able to see the picture when you open it, but it wont be as high in quality–nor will the resolution perfectly match the original picture. Memory is such a mysterious concept.
Somehow the way I envision home doesn’t ever quite line up with what I expect it to be every time I come back. It’s as if I had been watching one of my favorite childhood films on TV and then all of a sudden, I was plopped onto the movie set itself. I could see the fake battleships and the painted backgrounds. The shipwreck actually took place indoors and the alligator’s jaws moves with hinges. On screen the movie was so magical, but now that I have come face-to-face with it, I can now see what it actually is. I mean, everything is still there and in its place on the movie set, but it just doesn’t have the same charisma and charm as it does on TV. And in my head. Everything seems yellower in California and my house looks tiny.
Despite all of that, I am still SOO very happy to be home. I feel disconnected right now, but as my brother says, In a couple of days it’ll feel as if I had never left.
I can’t help but feel that I have been living two different lives. Like mentioned earlier, I feel as if I have awoken from a very long and deep comatose sleep. In my dreams I have been going on adventures, bettering myself and growing as an individual. I’ve been experiencing things that I will always hold close and dear to my heart. I am rootless and float away as easily as a flower petal being carried away by the wind. Things of that nature. Nature things.
At home I drive. In traffic. At home I have family and I am not all by myself. I am re-getting to know who my parents are, and I am re-realizing what they are like. As you may or may not know, I rarely communicate to my parents when I am in Boston–so it’s like they are strangers when I come home. That’s just how it is. At home I reminisce and fall back into the person I used to be. Boston becomes a dream away, something I may have experienced until I start to question whether if it was just a scene I saw on a movie somewhere. A formatted image ingrained into a memory follicle tucked away in a brain cell.
Sometimes I feel that I have to compare the two lives. Most times I am forced to. “So do you like Boston?” “Do you like it better than home?” “Do you get homesick often?” Both regions are competing with each other and the grand prize is my ultimate happiness. As of now it’s just those two, LA & Boston, that are in the game–but who knows–maybe San Francisco and New York will join too. I feel like I am being chopped into pieces and leaving a little bit of myself everywhere I go. When will I feel complete? When will I feel at home?
I just don’t want to be stuck in a flytrap.
By the way, the mountains near my house are on fire.
