things I said in the year 2002 right herrrrre
things I said in the year 2001 right herrrrre
Saturday, December 13, 2003 01:37 a.m.
Given whats happened in the last six weeks, I suppose I have every right to be unmotivated, listless, depressed, bitter, and otherwise gloomy. And as I bad as I want to feel any of the aforementioned, I'll take pass on the opportunity for the moment.
As I was reminded, there is a roof over my head, clothes on my back, food in my stomach, and a bed to sleep in. Everything else is just extra. Everyone deserves those extras and I won't take them, or anything else for granted. Even though I felt I had no reason to be thankful, reality is I have EVERY reason to be thankful.
And as disheartening as these last few weeks have been Ñ this entire year, for that matter Ñ it will all be wiped clean in 18 days. In 18 days I get a new canvas on which to work, and do I ever plan to work.
Saturday, September 13, 2003 04:00 p.m.
Now that I'm finally getting to enjoy a rare "waste my time" day, I thought I should update this thing.
Lots of stuff has gone on since the last installment, obviously.I don't know to what degree I really want to talk about it. In any event, it does bug me that **** hasn't so much as responded to any of my emails. Not that I've been particularly easy to get in touch with. In fact, I've stated numerous times I'm notoriously hard to get a hold of. Particularly when I don't want people getting a hold of me.
In any event, it does hurt. But what can I do? No sense in holding a grudge against someone thousands of miles away. Although, if you ask some people, a grudge would be justified. Grievances tend to be petty, though. This was no exception. They were petty, all of them. But when petty adds up, it drives you up the wall. And when you're on the wall as it is, petty sure seems more than, well, petty.
Now that I'm away from the situation I realize how silly most of my complaints were. I hope **** can afford me the same courtesy. I'll leave it at that.
Sunday, July 13, 2003 01:28 a.m.
Oh one more thing. Regarding my entry on the second of June, the late evening one...I'm not going to erase it but I would like to clarify. I guess it's kind of base and really animalistic (lecherous even) for my first impressions of anyone to be the way those were. I feel even more ridiculous for immortalizing those thoughts. But I'll leave them here as a reminder to myself of how I shouldn't react to people, at least as far as their outer characteristics go.
For the record, both the lady to my right and the lady to my left turned out to be lovely ladies indeed.
Sunday, July 13, 2003 01:11 a.m.
You know sometimes I wonder if any other person named Craig is ever slightly jealous that I am the owner of this particular domain. Even more so if that Craig is say, internet-savvy and into doing the whole website all the time thing. And as you can see, I am not.
As my life is currently sitting in the other room (slightly precariously, at that) in boxes and waiting to be relocated yet again, I can't help but think exactly how many more times I'll need to do this before I'm at the point where I wouldn't need to pack up and relocate.
As I'm sure plenty of you know, this moving business is no funny business in the slightest, and whatever benefit I stand to gain Ñ and fortunately enough, this time, they're plenty Ñ is (temporarily anyway) offset by the mental toll this takes. There was that stretch from 2000-2002 where I didn't do this at all. And guess what? That was quite possibly the most stable my life had been in a long time.
Consider this: since 1997, these are the different places I've lived and how long I stayed at each spot.
Font Blvd, SF (9/97-5/98)
Poncetta Dr, Daly City (5/98)
Buckingham Way, SF (6/97-7/98)
O'Farell St, SF (7/98-12/98)
Oak St, SF (12/97-6/99)
Pierce St, SF (6/99-8/00)
S. Mariposa Ave, LA (10/00-7/02)
Magnolia Blvd, LA (7/02-7/03)
Zelzah Ave, LA (8/03-???)
I really hate moving. And to be honest, I hate being put into a situation where I'm forced to move. As many complaints as I have with where I am now, leaving it is a decision I wanted to be able to come to by choice, not by default.
The worst part is being in limbo for three weeks. For someone who's so particular about privacy and routines, these three weeks are certainly going to be trying, to say the least.
Monday, June 2, 2003 10:52 p.m.
Well isn't this interesting? Hitting up this thing more than once in the same day?
My resolution for the summer was to be far nicer to my classmates than I have been in the past. Day 1 of the summer session has come and gone, and I have done just that. It's kind of a given, but it sure helps when the person to whom I directed my friendly intentions not only was nice to look at but evidently a sports fan as well. Can't help but admire the girl who checks up on her favorite team's ESPN clubhouse during a class break.
Incidentally I would have also like to have been friendly to the girl seated to my left who wore the nice cleavage-revealing shirt but unfortuntately, it was only her breasts and not her love for baseball that she revealed to me....
Only in my world would that be something unfortunate.
Monday, June 2, 2003 02:55 p.m.
I find it's truly ironic that after being such an accomplished academic failure for so long, that the only place I can truly find any sort of solace nowadays is school.
I mean, look at my track record:
Fall 96: Attempted nine units, completed three.
Spring 97: Attempted 12 units, completed 12.
Fall 97: Attempted 12 units, completed 9.
Spring 98: Attempted 12 units, completed 6.
Fall 98: Did not attend school.
Spring 99: Attempted three units, completed none.
Fall 99: Did not attend school.
Spring 00: Did not attend school.
Fall 00: Did not attend school.
Would you call this a "comeback?"
Winter 00: Attempted six units, completed six.
Spring 01: Attempted 15 units, completed six.
Summer 01: Attempted four units, completed none.
My academic "rennaisance" began to emerge here.
Fall 01: Attempted 12 units, completed 12.
Spring 02: Attempted 12 units, completed 12.
Fall 02: Attempted 12 units, completed 12.
Spring 03: Attempted 16 units, completed 16.
I should add the last four terms were completed with a 3.0 or better GPA. So yes, until recently, school has never been of more than passing interest to me. But as I'm sure most know, something inside me has changed. For the better, I'm sure most would attest. Success notwithstanding, it's still funny to me that nowadays I look forward to parking myself in a classroom and that it amounts to "getting away from it all."
Sunday, January 5, 2003 02:23 a.m.
For the record my ages-long self-induced sobriety kick was broken in thug fashion, popping bottles of champagne (well, $7 bottles) at midnight on New Year's.
Most important resolution of the century: get a new fucking job. That's all.
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