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Tuesday, April 4th, 2006
2:05 pm	This blog is continued on myspace blog (yep, people actually got me hooked on that site, there just seems to be more people.) Enjoy, and drop me a line! http://www.myspace.com/goodliferojo Paul (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
4:31 pm	My good friend from the service Shirley Bosi just died in a car wreck overseas. I was VERY close to her and the loss has hit me extremely hard. I don't think I ever met a girl so full of life, yet so full of passion for what she did. I miss her dearly!!! And that's all I have to say about that right now… HONOR GUARD, HUAH! CHEERS SHIRLEY! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
4:24 pm	club Did you ever try to eat soup with a fork? I had myself a moment the other day where I was struggling big time to get enough of this stuff down my throat during lunch and I got about half way done when I realized that a spoon would have worked better. I truly had a senior moment there, and I can’t believe it! Oh well, I noticed that in order to make it work, you just have to be very fast! =) I was out at a club this past weekend. I know what you’re thinking, “this guy hates going to clubs.” But that’s not always the case. Sometimes they can be quite entertaining. I simply don’t like standing around and forcing conversation in a scream like manner. Two things wrong with this, first is you can barely hear the person next to you, and if you’re doing your evening any justice, you’re not going to remember very much of it anyways. That being said, I’m a typical white guy, can’t dance worth shit, but not afraid to show that’s the case. Often times if I’m “dragged” onto the dance floor, my moves are minimal and hope that the girls around me just dance really well and make me look good. Lol Seriously though, I don’t mind the club scene, it’s just amazingly odd. I’m quite the people watcher, and I enjoy studying in my own leisure the way certain people interact with eachother in certain situations. It can be entertaining at the same time. Still, a quiet corner on the patio next to the fire, or in a booth away from the loud music is where you’ll find me most of the time. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 26th, 2005
11:36 am	I know it’s been a very long time since I’ve written something, but that’s mostly because of the overwhelming schedule I’ve been keeping of late (not to worry though, I like to think I handle stress extremely well). Please keep in touch, as I’ll be updating with new adventures and stories shortly. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 16th, 2005
2:27 pm	I suppose I’m a bit weird of a person. One might describe me as a normal white dude living a “normal” life. But more and more I find myself wanting to stray from that. There’s the series of martini glasses in my living room, each filled with a different color m&m (out of uniqueness more than boredom I assure you) and then my aspirations of making an entire dinning room ceiling in my “to be purchased” home an actually wine bottle holder (something one might consider dangerous if there was an earthquake, but I’m sure I’ll make them secured to the top. My reason: Ceilings are a lot of wall space that go unused, and what better place to store a shit load of wine if you don’t have a wine cellar beneath you, than above you? (I got the idea during my last visit to the dentist, sitting in that chair while getting a cleaning trying desperately to see the hidden picture). Still, it’s little things like that that’ll make my home more me (and get away from the Ikea catalog). I’ve also been looking into my diet lately. I’ve done well in losing the weight that I gained after my injury, however there is still a little bit left to go before I reach my target weight of 180. Because I’ve never really taken into consideration a balanced diet, I’ve been building up my library with books about the subject. More than a year ago I gave up fast food, non-diet sodas, and caffeine, significantly cut down on fatty red meats (more fish than anything) and the effects have been noticeable I’m happy to say. Time to take it to the next level however; simply the next stop on my self improvement type of stuff (1 Comment |Comment on this)
2:27 pm	After going up to the MEPS and taking the physicals and being around “the people” and atmosphere once again, I’ve realized that the military is not the option that I need to fill the void created when I left it almost a year ago. It’s true, there is still something missing, but the more I get settled here, the better I feel. I’ve begun the process of purchasing my first home, gained more responsibilities at work, been kicking ass to complete my degree on time, and everything seems to be falling into place. What I need to become comfortable with is the idea that it’s “alright” to want things and achieve things that other cannot so long as you heart is in the right place. Personal ambitions for success (and that can be measured in more ways other than monetary) is a good thing; and not necessarily a selfish pursuit. (Comment on this)
2:26 pm	Another realization that I have had is that along with not dating blondes anymore (sorry), I will not date a girl who has an overwhelming belief in religion. I respect those people who choose that route and they have every right to think that way, but I truly believe now that it is a stepping stone in misguided faith. Faith, I’ve always preached, is important to have in people and yourself, not in an abstract spirit (which may or may not be a valid concept). When I’m out with a girl, and they tell me that Jesus is the most important person in her life, my first thought is that she is delusional and I want to ask her about things like the easter bunny and santa. Again, in the interest of being polite, I don’t bring it up. But seriously, it has truly become a problem in recent mini-relationships that I’ve had and a source of conflict (mostly a lack of respect for my lack of spirituality on the side of the girl). Call me crazy, but I just don’t believe what most of this country does. And I’m not afraid to call all of you crazy! (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 4th, 2005
3:54 pm	BOBO Hello, my name is Paul, and I am a bobo….. (I have my friend Y to thank for this). The best way to describe myself I would think; to the naked eye I’m a walking contradiction, but for some reason it’s completely justified in my own mind. There’s a term out there called “Bourgeois Bohemian based on books by David Brooks. In there, he describes the common Bobo as follows: 1. Talks like a hippy but walks like a yuppy, decrying materialism while indulging in all manner of luxuries. 2. Combining bohemian-style environmental tendencies with successful careers. 3. Blending the mainstream and the countercultural 4. mingling 1960s rebellion with 1980s achievement 'This is an élite that has been raised to oppose élites. They are by instinct anti-establishmentarian, yet somehow sense they have become a new establishment. They are prosperous without seeming greedy; they have pleased their elders, without seeming conformist; they have risen toward the top without too obviously looking down on those below,' he says. Motivated by 'spiritual participation, but cautious of moral crusades and religious enthusiasms, they tolerate a little lifestyle experimentation, so long as it is done safely and moderately. They are offended by concrete wrongs, such as cruelty and racial injustice, but are relatively unmoved by lies or transgressions that don't seem to do anyone any obvious harm.' (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 21st, 2005
10:10 am	? I continue to get letters from the Army, Navy, Air Force.... asking me to come back. They must be desperate! Still, part of me is seriously considering re-joining (even with the almost certainty that I will be deployed to Iraq). Everyone knows it’s not a war that I believe in, but time after time I’m reminded that I’m a civilian now, and the bonds that I made with so many people while I was in were extremely strong. Now I feel an enormous amount of guilt for abandoning my old colleagues while they’re still fighting. There’s no worse feeling! I would go over there not for my country, nor for my president, or for the Iraqi people… I would go to do my part with all the other guys there, to be with them. My commitment and integrity are what’s being needed. Now remains the question, what to do? One thing for sure is I will complete the little bit of school I have left and request a commission. Being enlisted again would not be an option cause not only would there be a loss of rank, but opportunities as well. Which service? Air Force was good to me, Army would not be a better life (plus more dangerous) however I feel that is the service that is in need the most. Navy would be interesting, but I’d be stationed to far and wouldn’t feel as though I was having an impact. While overseas, I met the commander of the 10th mountain division, was impressed with his unit too. I don’t believe it would take too much to adapt to a different uniform. Coast Guard is pretty much out, due to the fact the department of homeland security won’t give me a commission because I’m color blind. I struggle with the question and the only thing that is keeping me from joining today is my commitments to my current employer and my family. Something needs to be done though, and I’m jumping around trying to figure out what my options are. (Comment on this)
Monday, July 18th, 2005
9:57 am	My bday was a great time though. First off, I had dinner with my long time buddy Jessie and her mother (mostly a goodbye dinner for them cause they moved to CO the very next day). Went to Claim Jumper and ate like kings, and you should see the painting they gave me, beautiful! It fits nicely in my apartment. The weekend was very kick back, and then I had the entire family and a few friends over for a BBQ at my house in the pool area. I requested they bring absolutely no gifts because I don’t like em, but I still received a walkman and t-shirt. I suppose that’s humble enough. =) We ate ribs and salmon, drank a ton, played poker (which I was the first one out of course) and just hung out. Having everyone around me was the best bday gift I could ask for, and I’m truly content. I bought myself a pick-up, simple, basic. It looks good I must say, and is definitely more me. I’ve already taken it to Yosemite for a “walkabout” as well as into the hills east of here for a mountain biking trip and it has performed flawlessly. I don’t think my little sports car could do the same, so things are good! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 6th, 2005
3:22 pm	CG …….Written 2 weeks ago…….. I’m sitting here on the beach (11 pm at night) in a folding chair. It’s so dark out that I can’t see the waves but I know they’re there based on the smell of the ocean and sound of the small waves in the distance. The Newport pier is lit up and extends out a ways to my left and behind me is the muffled noise of drunken college girls screaming “whoooo” and a constant beat from the music coming from the many bars that line the boardwalk. Between that and me here on the sand are a few rows of cars that do their best to act as a barrier between the craziness of a typical Newport Beach summer evening and the serenity that the beach offers a lonely guy in the evening. There are few stars in the sky because of the city lights behind me; something that I’m going to have to get used to once again. Other than a few clusters of illumination seemingly dangling on the horizon (products of a few off shore oil rigs), I feel as though I’m on the cliff of reality. Forget that Catalina Inland is in front of me, and I know there’s someone over in China looking at me thousands of miles away on their beach. But for right now, there’s nobody around me, but occasionally I’m passed by a jogger or a couple trying to have a romantic walk while embracing each other around the mid section. The seagulls hover around (not flapping their wings) getting a free ride on the breeze coming from off shore, and the sand feels slightly cool between my toes as I bury my feet like I used to do when I was little. In other words, paradise! There truly is a remarkable aura about this place, and this time. Growing up less than 15 miles away all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever really appreciated the beauty of it all; and I’m sad to say that I doubt the majority of the beer slingers making all the noise behind me understand it either. How did I get here? Well, let’s start off with this afternoon. I left the office around my normal time and eased my way through traffic to my apartment which is in Costa Mesa, surrounded by large office buildings and expensive restaurants. I picked up mail which consisted of the usual credit card applications (which I of course discard) and various magazines (I subscribe to a lot!). I hop into the elevator which lets me off in the middle of the building and stroll into my apartment. Then I engage in the ultimate multitasking as I pop leftovers from the fridge into the microwave, make myself a bourbon drink, kick off my shoes, roll up my sleeves, un-tuck my shirt, and frantically look for the Dodger game among the 200 different fox sports channels offered… all at the same time! Then I fell asleep for a little bit with a paper plate that used to have my dinner on it in my lap…. I woke up to a phone call. It was the wife (and friend) of an old military buddy of mine, one who had been overseas in Iraq. She informed me that a couple of days ago he was shot in the mid-section while on duty about 40 miles north of Baghdad. As far as I know, he’s alright. However he’s been flown to Germany and will more than likely come home soon after that. This is the second time that a friend of mine has been shot while doing the exact same duty, providing security for Halliburton convoys. The first time happened about a year ago, where a simple 2 striper was driving his truck in a convoy in southern Iraq and the bullet went through the door of his cab and through his right calf. He was awarded the Purple Heart and Bronze Star soon after. Not knowing how to feel about things, I continued with my evening routine. I went to the gym and tried to sweat out all the confusing thoughts rolling around in my head; thoughts about Iraq, my friends, my own service, and my own life as I live it now. I have had an ongoing internal struggle for months now and there are a few things that I’m going to have to come to grips on. I look around at my surrounding and see myself blending in quite well, something I’m somewhat ashamed of doing believe it or not. I very much wish I can go back to my simple life when I lived in South Dakota and I had a clear purpose. When I describe to people who are from around here what life was like when I lived out there, I love the responses I get. I lived in a single wide trailer (still had the wheels covers with plywood; trailer hitch and all) in the middle of the South Dakota prairie, off a dirt road, miles from any real city, in the middle of a junk yard (methamphetamines lab in a trailer a within view of my porch. I lived under the flight path of the landing B1 Bombers at Ellsworth and every time they flew over my entire house would shake. The heater never worked, so I chopped my own wood once every couple of weeks in the front, in the snow. Of course I was in the service which is no 9-5 job, added onto those regular workouts with the unit and on my own. I had a 2nd job as a bartender on the base at the officers’ club. And I was in the Honor Guard which I’ve written about a lot. A typical day would be 5am at the gym, work through the day, HG practice in the afternoon (or performance), work at the bar until close; only to come home and shine my boots and crease my uniform for the next day. I made very little money, lived even cheaper, and I was never happier! So, with a series of events that have happened in the last couple of days, I’ve decided to make some dramatic changes in my life that will surely affect me in the long run, but are needed to keep me grounded. No longer will I drive a flashy car (I’m trading it in for a basic and simple pick up). I’m also going to join the Coast Guard Reserve, so I can be active in a unit that is still servicing the community. I need that and have been able to fulfill that side of my personality to the fullest since returning. It’ll be good for me. I will take about 2 months off my current job to attend the training needed for it on the east coast. I know this will be a hardship on my company, but it’s something I HAVE to do whether I like it or not. I only hope they’re approach the idea with a good understanding. I will remain simple, hard working and unassuming (going back to a time when not only did I perform at my best, but felt the most personal satisfaction, and completely content.) There’s so much more I want to write on this subject, but I’m afraid I might alienate certain people that don’t deserve it, so for once I will keep my mouth shut. My family might consider me crazy for taking this step, and there is the possibility that I could get called on for active duty in Iraq. Although it’s not a war that I believe in, if I were called, I will serve without complaint; it’s just me I guess. Wish me luck…. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 15th, 2005
12:11 pm	It's noon. I'm eating the left over Chinese from yesterday with a starbucks coffee (trust me, I need it) and a diet coke in reserve just in case my face falls flat on my keyboard. June gloom is in the air in Newport these days and although it's relatively warm outside, it's decidedly miserable. Overcast (not a great thing when you're tired) and a light sprinkle. And no, I'm not hung over for once, just generally exhausted from lack of sleep and over stressed at work. I thought about pulling an M and heading out to my car for an hour of rest, but that just won't fly with me right now. So, caffeine will have to do the trick for now, however I have no idea how I'm going to make it through Quants tonight, just more over priced coffee I guess. Have you seen this? Starbucks now has their own version of a credit card. More convienience in an already heavily disguiessed legal additctive stimulant dealer. Coffee has truly become America's favorite drug, prozac has had its 15 minutes of fame! What am I going to do with the rest of my typical day for a 20 something dude in OC (hump day mind you). I'm going to leave work and sit in traffic for hour on my way to class (all the while going back and forth between the Dodger game and the traffic report). Grab yet another Mocha, try and make sense of class, breeze home listening to some groovy music that I've heard over and over again mostly because I'm too lazy to change the CD in my car (at 10pm, there is usually no traffic on the freeways, however it is CA), and fall asleep flipping between ESPN news for the highlights and the new show "30 days" by the creator of "Supersize Me". Exciting isn't it? Lol.. Still with all the gloom hovering around me there are a few moments of clarity and serenity. During a recent visit with my father I noticed a sign he had proudly posted in his office: "Business is good, people are great, life is grand!" No matter what, those are constants that remain true and keep a smile on my face. =) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 7th, 2005
5:10 pm	What the hell is with all the freaking weddings? 3 of them this month alone! Ever get the feeling it’s some sort of secret cult that recruits people or something? Soon after the marriage conspiracy gets you comes the baby cult. God help me! Now comes to important issues… what am I going to get them as gifts? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
5:07 pm	Prom Date? Being an older brother has it’s perks, but also it’s responsibilities. After all, coming home over 6 months ago, the thing on my mind the most was my family. This past weekend I was asked by my sister if I would drive her and her date to their Jr. Prom. Hmmm, I guess that’s an alright thing for a big brother to do. Not just to make sure they have fun, but also to ensure their um….. Safety and approve of their dates. I have two sisters, both 17, so double the duty on this one. For K, the last boyfriend that I met of her’s was an interesting character. I recall when he walked into the house and we were all sitting in the backyard soaking in the Jacuzzi (it was a holiday). He was barely there, as if he would turn sideways and disappear. The dude was skinny, dark, dirty, and straight out of any stoner movie Hollywood has ever produced. Needless to say I didn’t warm up to him very quick. Not more than a month out of the military myself, I still had that effect on kids trying to get with my sister. Within seconds of meeting the guy it was announced that he collected ancient weapons (bow and arrow type stuff). Now, I can imagine that to be a pretty cool collection, but at 16 the dude didn’t know anything about it and was trying to be a “tough guy” from what I gathered. “So, you collect ancient weapons eh? You know if you were to ever come at me with a knife, I’ll just shoot you with a gun.” To that he seemed a little intimidated; Mission Accomplished! There’s a reason why they’re called “Ancient” weapons, cause we’ve come up with better, more effective ones that put them out of use. So, it was interesting to see who I would be meeting for their prom dates. K’s date was just a friend, and he was a good guy. S’s date on the other hand I didn’t hear very good things about. When he got out of the car to pick her up (we were all outside in the driveway at this time just taking pictures), I could tell that the dude was one of those “cool guys” us normal people all hated back in high school. But, I’m older now, and I get to give these guys shit about it now. First off, the dude was late (never a good thing). Then he walked right past me and straight up to my father and introduced himself, all the while with a scared shitless look on his face. My father cracked me up though. He basically shook his hand and had nothing else to do with it. What the guy didn’t know was that I was the one he had to win over; more than my father! He was a tall guy, wearing a black on black Tux that was 100 times too big, sagging his pants so they flapped in the light breeze. But what was the deal with the bright white Nike tennis shoes? Didn’t anyone ever teach this dude an ounce of class? Anyways, off he and S went to the prom to enjoy their evening. I guess she was just too cool to have her brother drive her. Jk. I love my sisters and of course they’re good girls. My duties as an older brother are made easier by their good behavior and general understanding and maturity. However, I still worry from time to time. I was even given a flower to put on my lapel for the pictures. Sunday night I cooked dinner for a couple of friends on mine that will be leaving for Denver shortly. The last time I cooked dinner for them, it was more like they cooked and I ate. So in the last few months I’ve put some effort into learning some culinary art, and it was a different go around (cause I even enjoyed the meal I cooked). Now that I see that it can actually be done (I can learn how to cook) I’m going to continue my quest to be able to cook a full week’s menu for dinner. I’m still somewhat reliant on Wahoo’s takeout. =) Then again, who isn’t in CA? (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 26th, 2005
10:35 am	??? Gifts ??? Blah… If anyone knows me well they know that I’m a horrible gift giver. I don’t know what it is (maybe I see a lack of reason) but I rarely if ever give a gift to anyone. Sure I’ll send one to my closest of friends (all 3 of them) on their birthdays, and then of course there’s the family birthdays and Xmas. Xmas is different, and I enjoy giving on that day. However the rest of the occasions I feel are a bit overdrawn and are too “expected”. It’s not that I don’t care about these people, but gifts should never be expected (I don’t care how old you are). Then I get the whole, “well, it’s all about karma and nobody is going to be gracious enough to send you a gift when your b-day comes around” type of comments. That’s ok, I’m cool with that! I don’t’ ask for gifts, just company. A person’s presence is all I request and that to me is better than anything that comes with a ribbon around it. Last night I ran into this dilemma yet again and found myself struggling with the idea of a gift. I had been invited to a friend’s graduation party (from CSULB) and just a few hours before I was going to show up I realized that a gift was going to be expected from me. I’ve never bought a graduation gift before and didn’t have to the slightest clue. So, I did what any 20 something would do these days and I “Googled it.” Just my luck, I found nothing that seemed right; as always. I asked around the ladies in my office (who seem to have a keen eye for that sort of thing). “What do I get this girl?” (Apparently there are different requirements when it comes to women as appose to men). Some said a pen set with her name engraved (didn’t have time for that; although not a bad idea) and another said to buy a Tiffany box. A box? What the hell is she going to do with a box? I don’t care if it’s Tiffany (a company I hear is very nice). Still, it’s just a box! 4 sides, a bottom, and a lid…. You can get them at Target even, how does that make a nice gift? To give you an idea of how bad I am at this, I was dating a girl this past Xmas, a girl that I had years of history with and I was quite fond of. You would think that my first Xmas back with her would be special and I would show my appreciation for all those years that she waited for me while I was gone. She did though; got me a very nice (top of the line) pair of sandals which I admit I still wear all the time, and a few other things that had sentimental value. My gifts were not the same. I got her a DVD… a used one… of a movie that I later found out she already owns…. wrapped in tin foil…. No bow… and just written on one side in blue permanent marker, To: so and so… love: Paul. Yeah, I’ve got a problem with stuff like this! In the end it was decided that a good bottle of wine was in order. Ok, I can handle that. It’s within my budget, is nice, and won’t sit in a corner and collect random change from till eternity. As I was walking out of the office the ladies reminded me about the card. Card? Not only is there a gift involved but now I’ve got to buy a card? “What for?” I asked. “Cause women like cards.” They all said. Ok…. Somebody has got to explain this to me. It’s a freaking card. But for some reason it can make or break the moment… I don’t understand this about women as they over analyze everything from the weight of the card stock it’s printed on to the price tag that is branded on the back; endlessly searching for the so-called hidden message within the aura of the envelope that only exists in their minds. I told them no, no cards! I’ll write on a post-it note “congrats, good luck in the future. Paul”. Simple; tells the story. You don’t need a cute cartoon and a lame joke to get that point across. Still, I gave in and went to the nearest Rite Aid (how lovely isn’t it) and spent 30 minutes trying to locate the “graduation” section in the 4 iles of cards. The women around me were so excited about them, they looked like they were reading in a library, and every new card they found with a cute black and white picture of a kid on the front was like tasting a new type of chocolate candy. I was dying for a road map, a legend of some kind to steer me in the right direction. All the cards I found were less than perfect, but then again is there a perfect one anywhere? My friend is a good girl though, and doesn’t believe in all that crap (or so she says; perhaps she’s just very understanding of the type of person I am). She, like I would be, was just happy that I shared in the calibration. Even after the Coach bags and Prada gift certificates. All very nice I realize, but the hand bag thing is another question that I have; cause I don’t understand the fascination. But I’ll leave that for next time. =) (Comment on this)
Friday, May 20th, 2005
10:28 am	My days have been spinning out of control lately, not in the sense that it’s too much for me to handle, but more in that I’m afraid reality will slip from my fingers and shatter in million pieces on my front door step. In the end, things can be cleaned up, but it’s a never ending struggle to keep the simplicity which I strive for in check and balance responsibilities, expectations, and ambition. As part of my regular fitness routine, I started taking some supplements from GNC (protein, iron) both of which a recent blood test said I’m a slightly deficient in. The stuff that I’m taking is almost like a multi-vitamin and covers a lot more than that and I’m surprised at the energy level boost that I’ve had in the last week. I’ve been going to bed later, waking up before the alarm (sometimes as early as 5am) and role out of bed without any hint of lack of sleep. My workouts are more intense; slowly switching to a circuit training type of deal around the weight machines which I read increases results and is better for your heart; all before my 5k Indeed things have been good (even reached my target weight at 185), but I’m waiting for it all to catch up to me. More and more I learn about myself and the conditions which I thrust myself into. During a recent personality test I took in class, what was discovered about me was what I’m told is obvious to everyone else, Driver. … hmmm, assertive yet not responsive, “my word is law, and I’m always right., and I don’t give a shit how you feel about it” In retrospect, I suppose that’s the attitude I’ve developed over time. How it got there I have no idea, but I’ll ponder the idea that I got sick of “going with the flow” of things and being taken advantage of. Still in search of what centers me, I’ve been more accepting of my lifestyle with a “blah” outlook. I realize that I’m may not be the most warm of people in the world, nor am I particularly intelligent (just a lot of work and simple tricks to get me by). I have more than what I need to survive and thrive, yet something HUGE is missing. It’s a hole so big that it’s a bit discouraging that it’ll never be filled. Faith in the future is my only ally to combat this internal struggle, one that I hide from the world. I cannot however leave this gap out in the open, I just have to find what fits in there and pile the dirt on top myself. In other news, Ellsworth my old base, is closing in South Dakota and my friends there will be scattered to the winds. I would like to make a trip there if just for a few days to be a little nostalgic, but that’ll have to wait. (Comment on this)
10:23 am	tint I tinted the windows on my car and made them very dark. This was a move that unfortunately has had the opposite effect than what I wanted. I admit there is a cosmetic element to it, but i got the super dark tint more for practical reasons. As I continue to try and stay a humble individual (a true test of will power in the opulence of Newport Beach), and my car really being my only extravagance, I am still hit with the constant reminder that I’m “typical OC” as told to me that I try and live a lifestyle beyond my means, and try too hard to keep up with the Jones (all from the tint mind you). That bothers me, cause I find that type of behavior to be cliché and boring. Are people really that critical that they can deduce your entire meaning by looking through a darker shade of window? Blows my mind! I’m a white dude! I burn easily and this summer will be no exception! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 10th, 2005
1:41 pm	“Tell you what… go up 3 more streets, take a right, go two more blocks, and drop me off on the corner. I don’t know where it is either, but it’s somewhere, and it’s going to determine the course of the rest of my life” (Comment on this)
1:34 pm	So I’m sitting at my desk, breathing in the chemicals from the wipe down of the counter top I just did (why is that stuff so strong anyways), and I’m eating a cookie when a filling in one of my back teeth pops out. What an annoying development that is!?! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 27th, 2005
10:39 am	Yesterday afternoon I had to go to Beverly Hills at the last minute with the boss. I don't mind doing these types of things, especially when he lets me drive his new Porsche. That's always a good time. The hotel where the meeting was is straight out of old time Hollywood movies. Very classy, not very big, and in the heart of everything. I went for a walk in the courtyard before I left and at every table there was a meeting and I overheard about 3 different conversations; "I'm upset with scene 51, we need to re-write that", "What do you mean Tom won't direct, why not?".... Now, I'm a fan of movies, and in no way do I pretend not to be star struck and taken in by it all, so this was very legit... pretty cool. So we got back and I was about 3 hours late to my class, but I showed up anyways. After all that driving, I needed to unwind so I went to my favorite dive bar in Tustin that has the best Karaoke setup I've seen so far. But to my surprise, it was empty and the stage was being re-done. Grr. (Comment on this)