the gOOdness!!
a very short list of the goodness that has been sprinkled on my last couple of days:
..::brought to me by the letter "C", which is good enough for me!
..::unexpected niceness from a dood named Winston
..::time w/ samBaMike - need i say more?
..::slabs of marble (actually granite) goodness
..::$11 fancy pants!!
..::finished hmwk... ah yes!
a very short list of the goodness that has been sprinkled on my last couple of days:
..::brought to me by the letter "C", which is good enough for me!
..::unexpected niceness from a dood named Winston
..::time w/ samBaMike - need i say more?
..::slabs of marble (actually granite) goodness
..::$11 fancy pants!!
..::finished hmwk... ah yes!
le sigh
I don't feel like myself today. Haven't felt like myself lately. I wanna take myself in, get a free diagnostic checkup, get fixed, and get on my way... wish it was that easy. I've stopped caring. I usually care quite a bit - I don't ever admit that i care, but i do - or did. Now I don't. At all. Eh. oh well. It'll all come out in the "warsh" as the walking barrel informed me.
I did see something nice today, blue sky and water. Always a good thing to see, even if I drive by it really fast. It calms me. It's times like this I wish I could go to my 'spot'. I was informed that it was now closed off to the public due to hightened security. I need to find a temporary spot.. Maybe I'll find one tomorrow. We'll see. *sigh*
I don't feel like myself today. Haven't felt like myself lately. I wanna take myself in, get a free diagnostic checkup, get fixed, and get on my way... wish it was that easy. I've stopped caring. I usually care quite a bit - I don't ever admit that i care, but i do - or did. Now I don't. At all. Eh. oh well. It'll all come out in the "warsh" as the walking barrel informed me.
I did see something nice today, blue sky and water. Always a good thing to see, even if I drive by it really fast. It calms me. It's times like this I wish I could go to my 'spot'. I was informed that it was now closed off to the public due to hightened security. I need to find a temporary spot.. Maybe I'll find one tomorrow. We'll see. *sigh*
Random you-really-didn't-wanna-know-this stuff
Things that make me wanna yack: (1) The smell of pigeon poo, on concrete, on a warm day after the rain (2) The sound of the dood down stairs hacking up a hairball - he puts my Altec Subwoofer to shame (3) The one rock stuck between the treads on my samBas that scratches the floor as I walk (4) Ma, with chalk in hand.
Things that make me smile: (1) Cool night at the Capitol watching the bats overhead (2) Cool night in the E-key with no one around (3) Cool night with hot tea (4) Cool night wrapped in my blankie
Things that make me bad ass: (1) My samBas (2) My glassEs (3) My pierced navel (4) My "I heart monkey" socks
Why I should never be allowed to order my own drink: (1) I will take forever deciding what looks prettiest in the glass (2) I'll be picky about the rum they use (3) They'll never put enough rum in my drink and (4) I'd want cherries and lots of them.
And why I should not be the one to pick dessert: (1) We'll end up at Jazz whether you like it or not (2) Everything will be closed by the time I agreed to something else (3) Whatever it is you wanted, it will be accompanied by chicken strips and (4) The whole point of dessert would be ruined.
Things that make me wanna yack: (1) The smell of pigeon poo, on concrete, on a warm day after the rain (2) The sound of the dood down stairs hacking up a hairball - he puts my Altec Subwoofer to shame (3) The one rock stuck between the treads on my samBas that scratches the floor as I walk (4) Ma, with chalk in hand.
Things that make me smile: (1) Cool night at the Capitol watching the bats overhead (2) Cool night in the E-key with no one around (3) Cool night with hot tea (4) Cool night wrapped in my blankie
Things that make me bad ass: (1) My samBas (2) My glassEs (3) My pierced navel (4) My "I heart monkey" socks
Why I should never be allowed to order my own drink: (1) I will take forever deciding what looks prettiest in the glass (2) I'll be picky about the rum they use (3) They'll never put enough rum in my drink and (4) I'd want cherries and lots of them.
And why I should not be the one to pick dessert: (1) We'll end up at Jazz whether you like it or not (2) Everything will be closed by the time I agreed to something else (3) Whatever it is you wanted, it will be accompanied by chicken strips and (4) The whole point of dessert would be ruined.
PINK....
.. it's my new obsession... it's not even a question... on the lips of your lover...it's the love you discover...
... as the bing on your cherry ... cause you are so very
it started when a bird shat and hit the pant leg of my new flare jeans as opposed to my head. it all went up the fancy hill from there: i got excused from having to work, got my long awaited tax return, smacked the beeeatch up, somewhat caught up , and my key shines like a freshly spanked ass! Saweet...
... it's my favorite crayon...
.. it's my new obsession... it's not even a question... on the lips of your lover...it's the love you discover...
... as the bing on your cherry ... cause you are so very
it started when a bird shat and hit the pant leg of my new flare jeans as opposed to my head. it all went up the fancy hill from there: i got excused from having to work, got my long awaited tax return, smacked the beeeatch up, somewhat caught up , and my key shines like a freshly spanked ass! Saweet...
... it's my favorite crayon...
the phone rings
as i head out to the match.."yes ma'am" i answer.. "i'm calling you cause i know you're going to tell me what i want to hear"...apparently she had a pair of sambas on her feet and was debating whether or not to purchase these stylish feet cradles.. I suggested she move around in them and do the happy dance. They felt great. Of course they did. We hung up as she headed towards the counter to make the purchase. Another pair of sambas have made it out into the world. My mission is complete. I have spread the love that is SaMBaS.
as i head out to the match.."yes ma'am" i answer.. "i'm calling you cause i know you're going to tell me what i want to hear"...apparently she had a pair of sambas on her feet and was debating whether or not to purchase these stylish feet cradles.. I suggested she move around in them and do the happy dance. They felt great. Of course they did. We hung up as she headed towards the counter to make the purchase. Another pair of sambas have made it out into the world. My mission is complete. I have spread the love that is SaMBaS.
Now is never the time for family issues. Especially around finals time. I shouldn't let it bother me. There are more pressing things at hand.. Like late homework, projects, etc. But it does bother me. I wake up early this morning ready to battle the books only to read a message from my mother that the main soldier was missing from the base camp. And this was not the first time. Me and the foofers cried oceans of snot and tears for hours. I've learned today that my life is pretty much like "real life" "as seen on tv". sucks but it's true. it sucks more for me because i don't want to believe it. I'm a springer candidate. eugh. I thank my friends who cared enough to listen. I thank my foofers for crying with me. I thank my huny for reminding me that I will be okay, that I am loved, and that it will all be okay in the end. I thank my mommy, for having the strength that I can only hope to have one day.
Rosa's and Missing Samba Man
So SaMbaMike was MIA for several hours and I was worried. I was worried because one of the last lines he sent me was "be back shortly...*gulp* i hope". Those aren't good last words, "see you later" are good last words. Luckily, before I started to scour the town looking for "a young man who may or may not resemble an inmate incarcerated for crack posession" or a "man, in a sports jacket, wearing *these* shoes" or "a guy who has trouble opening doors with both hands", Michael called and told me he was okay. And we decided to have dinner, at Rosa's. Even though I was there with Alex and Raquel last night, it was better than braving another episode at iHop. So who also decided to have dinner at Rosa's?? The one and only Bobby Knight. Hee hee. I must say, it was almost as cool as meeting Billy Bob Thorton in person and chatting with him about my home town, but it wasn't. The man looks nothing at all like I would expect. He certainly is taller than I imagined.. and he moves like a tortoise (to quote MiKe). He was wearing some very strange looking camo-hunting gear.. which detered me from attempting to introduce myself and shake his hand. Not that I really wanted to if he was dressed otherwise, I'm just saying I he was dressed odd. I'm still amazed he moooved sooo sloooow. For a fiesty basketball coach rumored to have been fired from a previous coaching position for beating and strangling his players, he looks more like the old guy next door you're afraid might see you when you cross into his lawn to pick up the fly ball that ended up on his side of fence.
So SaMbaMike was MIA for several hours and I was worried. I was worried because one of the last lines he sent me was "be back shortly...*gulp* i hope". Those aren't good last words, "see you later" are good last words. Luckily, before I started to scour the town looking for "a young man who may or may not resemble an inmate incarcerated for crack posession" or a "man, in a sports jacket, wearing *these* shoes" or "a guy who has trouble opening doors with both hands", Michael called and told me he was okay. And we decided to have dinner, at Rosa's. Even though I was there with Alex and Raquel last night, it was better than braving another episode at iHop. So who also decided to have dinner at Rosa's?? The one and only Bobby Knight. Hee hee. I must say, it was almost as cool as meeting Billy Bob Thorton in person and chatting with him about my home town, but it wasn't. The man looks nothing at all like I would expect. He certainly is taller than I imagined.. and he moves like a tortoise (to quote MiKe). He was wearing some very strange looking camo-hunting gear.. which detered me from attempting to introduce myself and shake his hand. Not that I really wanted to if he was dressed otherwise, I'm just saying I he was dressed odd. I'm still amazed he moooved sooo sloooow. For a fiesty basketball coach rumored to have been fired from a previous coaching position for beating and strangling his players, he looks more like the old guy next door you're afraid might see you when you cross into his lawn to pick up the fly ball that ended up on his side of fence.
fitNess
cut my lap time by 18 minutes!! saweet. 3 miles and 18 minutes shorter than i did yesterday is reason to celebrate..i hope my homework goes by just as fast.. :-P
cut my lap time by 18 minutes!! saweet. 3 miles and 18 minutes shorter than i did yesterday is reason to celebrate..i hope my homework goes by just as fast.. :-P
what i want, right now
to hear your voice on my phone... for you to tell me i'm going to be okay... that you still love me, even though... to cry a long cathartic cry that ends in a small cup of marble slab icecream... to hold your hand... to take a deep breath without swallowing sand... to be alone... to run a full mile without stopping... to be with friends... to sit next to you and talk about the people that walk by... to drive my Romeo through the hills of Austin as fast as I can and disappear like the girl at the end of the crouching tiger hidden dragon movie... to know what you're thinking right now... to kick these rednecks in the head and rid good people of their misery... to realize it was all a lie... to realize it wasn't all a lie... to go back in time exactly two months... to let go of all of this anger and confusion... to grab hold of myself and finish this fucked up semester
to hear your voice on my phone... for you to tell me i'm going to be okay... that you still love me, even though... to cry a long cathartic cry that ends in a small cup of marble slab icecream... to hold your hand... to take a deep breath without swallowing sand... to be alone... to run a full mile without stopping... to be with friends... to sit next to you and talk about the people that walk by... to drive my Romeo through the hills of Austin as fast as I can and disappear like the girl at the end of the crouching tiger hidden dragon movie... to know what you're thinking right now... to kick these rednecks in the head and rid good people of their misery... to realize it was all a lie... to realize it wasn't all a lie... to go back in time exactly two months... to let go of all of this anger and confusion... to grab hold of myself and finish this fucked up semester
people who love me
this past week as of 3am sunday morning had sucked some incredibly freshly unwiped ass. all i can say is thank you to those guys who have gotten me through and make sure i'm still ticking... to michael, thank you for being there and for saying things to remind me it's not all that bad and that i could be in a horst class... to my one professor who really cares about me as a person and who isn't afraid to tell me what he thinks. thank you, sir, for being my friend and my teacher... to my huny, who lets me whine about my x and who reminds me why the x is an x. to my foofers, who's always ready to kick someones ass for me. to my dj jammers, whose humor and boxes of goodies keeps me smiling on a regular basis. thank you guys. thank you.
this past week as of 3am sunday morning had sucked some incredibly freshly unwiped ass. all i can say is thank you to those guys who have gotten me through and make sure i'm still ticking... to michael, thank you for being there and for saying things to remind me it's not all that bad and that i could be in a horst class... to my one professor who really cares about me as a person and who isn't afraid to tell me what he thinks. thank you, sir, for being my friend and my teacher... to my huny, who lets me whine about my x and who reminds me why the x is an x. to my foofers, who's always ready to kick someones ass for me. to my dj jammers, whose humor and boxes of goodies keeps me smiling on a regular basis. thank you guys. thank you.
the man i will marry
i saw this list on another blog and i started thinking up my own list. in my own fairy tale, hieuy world exsistence, this is what i want... it's not a complete list by any means, i can't give away all the secrets to my lil' heart now can i?
the man i will marry will sing "your body is a wonderland" to me
the man i will marry will bring me fresh cut flowers on a regular basis
the man i will marry will play with my hair, a lot
the man i will marry will take me to the park
the man i will marry will make me a picnic in the park
the man i will marry will watch me take a nap after our picnic in the park
the man i will marry will have sexy spots on his body that i can't help but kiss everyday
the man i will marry will have strong arms to hold me with everynight
the man i will marry will let me fall asleep first.. and on his chest
i saw this list on another blog and i started thinking up my own list. in my own fairy tale, hieuy world exsistence, this is what i want... it's not a complete list by any means, i can't give away all the secrets to my lil' heart now can i?
the man i will marry will sing "your body is a wonderland" to me
the man i will marry will bring me fresh cut flowers on a regular basis
the man i will marry will play with my hair, a lot
the man i will marry will take me to the park
the man i will marry will make me a picnic in the park
the man i will marry will watch me take a nap after our picnic in the park
the man i will marry will have sexy spots on his body that i can't help but kiss everyday
the man i will marry will have strong arms to hold me with everynight
the man i will marry will let me fall asleep first.. and on his chest
reCap
My academic week is finally over, so I shall take a few moments to thank all of those that made my weekend to/in/from austin one of the bestest weekends ever!!!
*Many thanks to my Kelly who got me to the airport on time.
*Winks and waves to the hottie in the camaro!
*Shoutout to the Aggie Chickies that made the conference soo much fun!!
*LSU peeps - whad'up!!!
*Extra special thanks to the one and only DJ Jammie Jams for the EXCeLLenT box o' goodies that awaited me upon my arrival home!!
*EXTRA Hieuy Special Style Thankyou to the oRiginal Kelly for the BADD ASS cookies that were in this box o' goodies and were jammed packed with chocolate chips!!! There are like less than two actually left. I'm deciding whether or not to eat them. Although, it is bettter to have eaten Kelly Cookies and have none left, than to never have had any at all!! Innit that right, Aaron??!??!!
*Muchas thanks again to the Jammsters for the DAGOBA, OMG. Definitely one of the best things I've ever put in my mouth!!!!!
There's more I'd like to say, but right now i've gotta get going.....I'm off to yet another meeting and to get some court time in. You guys be good, be safe, and remember: Beware the punishment of the patient man.
My academic week is finally over, so I shall take a few moments to thank all of those that made my weekend to/in/from austin one of the bestest weekends ever!!!
*Many thanks to my Kelly who got me to the airport on time.
*Winks and waves to the hottie in the camaro!
*Shoutout to the Aggie Chickies that made the conference soo much fun!!
*LSU peeps - whad'up!!!
*Extra special thanks to the one and only DJ Jammie Jams for the EXCeLLenT box o' goodies that awaited me upon my arrival home!!
*EXTRA Hieuy Special Style Thankyou to the oRiginal Kelly for the BADD ASS cookies that were in this box o' goodies and were jammed packed with chocolate chips!!! There are like less than two actually left. I'm deciding whether or not to eat them. Although, it is bettter to have eaten Kelly Cookies and have none left, than to never have had any at all!! Innit that right, Aaron??!??!!
*Muchas thanks again to the Jammsters for the DAGOBA, OMG. Definitely one of the best things I've ever put in my mouth!!!!!
There's more I'd like to say, but right now i've gotta get going.....I'm off to yet another meeting and to get some court time in. You guys be good, be safe, and remember: Beware the punishment of the patient man.
Tell me what you want, what you really really want
I want to finish 4 mechanics problems in an hour... to feel the wind in my hair, and a ducati between my legs... the ability to shut people up with the blink of an eye... to feel loved regardless of my idiocyncracies... to be free from responsibilities... to scream out loud... to lower a large rock onto my head... to seranade a guy while struming on my guitar... to sip lemonade in the sun... to eat as many chocolate chip cookies as i want... to see my sister more often... to see my friends more often... to kick your ass... to be anywhere but buttocks, texas.
I want to finish 4 mechanics problems in an hour... to feel the wind in my hair, and a ducati between my legs... the ability to shut people up with the blink of an eye... to feel loved regardless of my idiocyncracies... to be free from responsibilities... to scream out loud... to lower a large rock onto my head... to seranade a guy while struming on my guitar... to sip lemonade in the sun... to eat as many chocolate chip cookies as i want... to see my sister more often... to see my friends more often... to kick your ass... to be anywhere but buttocks, texas.
iHop Adventure - Numero Tres
Poor Michael played a horrendous game of soccer last night and as a "feel better goodie" we decided to go brave a dinner at iHop. It had been a while, and I couldn't think of anything I would order that would stir up any controversy or cause the waiter to break out in a lecture on ancient chinese history so we went.
We got to sit on the small side of the iHop, by the bathrooms, secluded from the other night-dwelling wierdos that surface after 1am on a Wednesday morning. Michael was worried that we weren't able to get any good people watching in. It all seemed so very uneventful and we talked about school, the coolness of the name Claudia, happiness, sadness, and the missing 5th roll in the basket between us.
It kinda got to that time, where you realize its late and it's time to leave, but you really don't want to move just yet... Yeah, that time when you know that the fun will end and the ugliness of school will return... Then low and behold - the adventure begun.
"XConnieX" was on her way out to grab a quick smokie and she walked by our table and kindly asked how we were "doin". As she headed towards the door, she did a double take and her eyes jumped out of her head as she stared at Michael. In her best Tattoo'd WhiteGirl Ebonics she informed us that she "thought he looked like this guy in jail. Like ya'll tweens or sum'in" Apparently, she also "yoozed ta do Crack, and this guy lived wit her and he was s'posed to sell her sh*t for her, 'stead he smoked it *all* up, and what he did sell - he smoked it all up too, Sheeeaat". Well this went on for a great while - longer than I was comfortable with. I'm not really sure what all she said, and I'm even more sure that Michael had no idea what she was saying either. The whole while I was wondering how this self-proclaimed shelter-offering ebonicalized-crack-addict was serving plates at iHop. The tatoo on her jugular read "Brian's Bitch". Wow. I don't think I could do that. My own personal body adornment doesn't seem so bad now. Needless to say as soon as XConnieX made her way out back we bolted to the front, paid the tab and left quick fast.
Michael's secret to doing so well in school: dealing crack in the wee hours of the AM. (kidding, or am i)
Poor Michael played a horrendous game of soccer last night and as a "feel better goodie" we decided to go brave a dinner at iHop. It had been a while, and I couldn't think of anything I would order that would stir up any controversy or cause the waiter to break out in a lecture on ancient chinese history so we went.
We got to sit on the small side of the iHop, by the bathrooms, secluded from the other night-dwelling wierdos that surface after 1am on a Wednesday morning. Michael was worried that we weren't able to get any good people watching in. It all seemed so very uneventful and we talked about school, the coolness of the name Claudia, happiness, sadness, and the missing 5th roll in the basket between us.
It kinda got to that time, where you realize its late and it's time to leave, but you really don't want to move just yet... Yeah, that time when you know that the fun will end and the ugliness of school will return... Then low and behold - the adventure begun.
"XConnieX" was on her way out to grab a quick smokie and she walked by our table and kindly asked how we were "doin". As she headed towards the door, she did a double take and her eyes jumped out of her head as she stared at Michael. In her best Tattoo'd WhiteGirl Ebonics she informed us that she "thought he looked like this guy in jail. Like ya'll tweens or sum'in" Apparently, she also "yoozed ta do Crack, and this guy lived wit her and he was s'posed to sell her sh*t for her, 'stead he smoked it *all* up, and what he did sell - he smoked it all up too, Sheeeaat". Well this went on for a great while - longer than I was comfortable with. I'm not really sure what all she said, and I'm even more sure that Michael had no idea what she was saying either. The whole while I was wondering how this self-proclaimed shelter-offering ebonicalized-crack-addict was serving plates at iHop. The tatoo on her jugular read "Brian's Bitch". Wow. I don't think I could do that. My own personal body adornment doesn't seem so bad now. Needless to say as soon as XConnieX made her way out back we bolted to the front, paid the tab and left quick fast.
Michael's secret to doing so well in school: dealing crack in the wee hours of the AM. (kidding, or am i)
Self-hieumor-cating
I should get an award for being my department's lackey. I know I'm not any better than the paid lackey's, but I'm taking a full load of classes and I some how find time to shuffle the goodness that is running a student section organization. Dr. D called yesterday while I was out running, something about a meeting today. So I prepared, made a transparency, and got out about 80% of what I wanted to say, better than the technical presentation I gave last week -- hopefully the Academy gives us more money. "I'd like to thank the Academy.....". Then I proceeded to find where it was that PTS was doing community service. And of course I went down the road in the total wrong direction for about 50 blocks. Eventually, I ended up at the Tennis shop and bought myself two powerskirts. Two, because I have that much power. Is it have, or need? And now I'm here, laughing at myself, because I'm going to yet another conference next week for SEC - that's if I can reschedule my MA-Tear-ials midterm. I have too much to do and not enough brain power to do it all. I'm just glad that I'm getting myself out - running, tennis, on campus studying. I now have less than a month left and situation is still eXtremely f*king critical. How and why I do this to myself, I don't know. Maybe the powerskirts will help.
Heart
I don't think I like having a heart. Mines too fragile. It breaks too easily, after years of fracturing. I wonder if I could do a study of the properties of the heart. How it stays intact after much abuse. What causes it to actually fail. When does it cross the line from being warm and golden to cold and steely. Memory shape alloy. Through my life so far, I've always loved where I was, I never said it, but I really liked every part of my life. My life was always changing and my heart was always finding new things to love and missing the old things. I figured out a couple of years ago I liked where I was, I wasn't going to be able to change it, and so I would love what I have now, forever and ever - like grown ups do.
Recently, I was given the chance to actually DO something about where I was; given the chance to build a better foundation based on my experiences and to make something of my life ahead. Again my heart was lifted, and I was happy, something new for me to love. And now, I have more to miss. In the years I spent in Austin, I found unconditional love in man with a golden heart, I have three beautiful loving furry monkeys, the best set of friends anyone could ever have, and a dream car that is all my own. I came to Buttocks, TX to finish my education, to get a BSMS-ME, and I left everything in Austin behind. I believed that I would come home again, soon, and be a better person for my experiences and education. But as I see it now, I really like where I am in this world of academia and I want more. And that takes me away from the things I once loved. It forces me to raise my standards and what I want out of life -- as if what I had wasn't enough. It saddens me. It tears the happy fibers of my heart to think that what I had before would not be enough for me. I was happy where I was. Or was I?
There is a fine line for happiness. Hitting that mark in your heart labeled "satisfied" is where it's at. All the money and acronyms you can add to your name won't get you happiness. All the cars, palm pilots, and gym memberships won't get you there either. Somewhere in the equation of life that include some material emotional and mental wealth there is an equilibrium that brings happiness.
I should get an award for being my department's lackey. I know I'm not any better than the paid lackey's, but I'm taking a full load of classes and I some how find time to shuffle the goodness that is running a student section organization. Dr. D called yesterday while I was out running, something about a meeting today. So I prepared, made a transparency, and got out about 80% of what I wanted to say, better than the technical presentation I gave last week -- hopefully the Academy gives us more money. "I'd like to thank the Academy.....". Then I proceeded to find where it was that PTS was doing community service. And of course I went down the road in the total wrong direction for about 50 blocks. Eventually, I ended up at the Tennis shop and bought myself two powerskirts. Two, because I have that much power. Is it have, or need? And now I'm here, laughing at myself, because I'm going to yet another conference next week for SEC - that's if I can reschedule my MA-Tear-ials midterm. I have too much to do and not enough brain power to do it all. I'm just glad that I'm getting myself out - running, tennis, on campus studying. I now have less than a month left and situation is still eXtremely f*king critical. How and why I do this to myself, I don't know. Maybe the powerskirts will help.
Heart
I don't think I like having a heart. Mines too fragile. It breaks too easily, after years of fracturing. I wonder if I could do a study of the properties of the heart. How it stays intact after much abuse. What causes it to actually fail. When does it cross the line from being warm and golden to cold and steely. Memory shape alloy. Through my life so far, I've always loved where I was, I never said it, but I really liked every part of my life. My life was always changing and my heart was always finding new things to love and missing the old things. I figured out a couple of years ago I liked where I was, I wasn't going to be able to change it, and so I would love what I have now, forever and ever - like grown ups do.
Recently, I was given the chance to actually DO something about where I was; given the chance to build a better foundation based on my experiences and to make something of my life ahead. Again my heart was lifted, and I was happy, something new for me to love. And now, I have more to miss. In the years I spent in Austin, I found unconditional love in man with a golden heart, I have three beautiful loving furry monkeys, the best set of friends anyone could ever have, and a dream car that is all my own. I came to Buttocks, TX to finish my education, to get a BSMS-ME, and I left everything in Austin behind. I believed that I would come home again, soon, and be a better person for my experiences and education. But as I see it now, I really like where I am in this world of academia and I want more. And that takes me away from the things I once loved. It forces me to raise my standards and what I want out of life -- as if what I had wasn't enough. It saddens me. It tears the happy fibers of my heart to think that what I had before would not be enough for me. I was happy where I was. Or was I?
There is a fine line for happiness. Hitting that mark in your heart labeled "satisfied" is where it's at. All the money and acronyms you can add to your name won't get you happiness. All the cars, palm pilots, and gym memberships won't get you there either. Somewhere in the equation of life that include some material emotional and mental wealth there is an equilibrium that brings happiness.
Taking a break
This is the email I sent out to my peeps today:
I have one month left to get my ass in high gear and get my shit done for the semester. Currently: situation eXtremely f*king critical.
I'm not going to be around/available via im's or even my home phone (Gawd knows how much I hate phones). Cellphone will probably be on -- but not answered.
I'm sorry. I have to do this or I will not get anything done.
Much love to you guys and thank you for everything you guys have done for me this semester. See you in May.
send prayers directly to: Hieu c/o The Man Upstairs
-with much luv: Hieuy
This is the email I sent out to my peeps today:
I have one month left to get my ass in high gear and get my shit done for the semester. Currently: situation eXtremely f*king critical.
I'm not going to be around/available via im's or even my home phone (Gawd knows how much I hate phones). Cellphone will probably be on -- but not answered.
I'm sorry. I have to do this or I will not get anything done.
Much love to you guys and thank you for everything you guys have done for me this semester. See you in May.
send prayers directly to: Hieu c/o The Man Upstairs
-with much luv: Hieuy
Relief!
RSC is finally OVER. The stress of a public technical presentation has long since subsided. I ran for a national office and lost in the run-offs to the gentleman who lost in the run-offs the previous year. It's still a good thing since as a runner up I get to travel, but with less responsibility. That's always good. I'll run again next year. And I'm gonna win, by golly. So the conference was a blast. I got to meet our president-elect, a fine personable man, and many other people who are into ASME like I am. I got to dress up and be non-studenty -- always a plus. The food they served, was extreme on both ends. Either excellent or craptacular. Luckily, I got to eat on my own. I enjoyed my first experience at Hooters, and the San Fransisco Steakhouse. I also got to shoot some pool, as theraputic as it should have been -- I lost, miserably. *sigh*
Now I'm back in the trenches. Nearly a week behind in school work. Trying to catch up and play hard for one more month and then it will be over. If there is a God out there, may he have mercy on my sleepdeprived and malnourished soul.
On my final note I would like to say something about Love: It can be a good thing, between friends and siblings; a harsh thing that drives dads to yell at their daughters; and it can be the knife that one inadvertently uses to cut one's heart in half. Love sucks.
RSC is finally OVER. The stress of a public technical presentation has long since subsided. I ran for a national office and lost in the run-offs to the gentleman who lost in the run-offs the previous year. It's still a good thing since as a runner up I get to travel, but with less responsibility. That's always good. I'll run again next year. And I'm gonna win, by golly. So the conference was a blast. I got to meet our president-elect, a fine personable man, and many other people who are into ASME like I am. I got to dress up and be non-studenty -- always a plus. The food they served, was extreme on both ends. Either excellent or craptacular. Luckily, I got to eat on my own. I enjoyed my first experience at Hooters, and the San Fransisco Steakhouse. I also got to shoot some pool, as theraputic as it should have been -- I lost, miserably. *sigh*
Now I'm back in the trenches. Nearly a week behind in school work. Trying to catch up and play hard for one more month and then it will be over. If there is a God out there, may he have mercy on my sleepdeprived and malnourished soul.
On my final note I would like to say something about Love: It can be a good thing, between friends and siblings; a harsh thing that drives dads to yell at their daughters; and it can be the knife that one inadvertently uses to cut one's heart in half. Love sucks.
