Pictures From A While Back

I randomly decided to put the pictures from my camera on my computer and found these. They're from a month ago when I went downtown to see a movie and I was walking around the bay. It was kinda awesome, cuz like while I was walking the city was being covered in fog.

For Gretchen.

So I finally did something with my weekend. Last weekend-ish, i went out and went thrift store shopping. I went to this place my sister took me to for sister extravaganza day called Thrift Town. I made a couple of good purchases, I bought a pink skirt, a cute little dress, a stripe-y shirt, and a red and black swirly pattern shirt, all for less than 20 bucks.

Of course when I went out I didn't realize LoveFest was happening, so the trains were really crowded, like really crowded. And people were dressed crazily, and like half naked. Not to mention the fact that they were all, or I should say most, were on something. And while waiting for the m cars kept honking, and people kept cheering. I was just like, whatever. There were so many people, thank god someone got a hint a decided to send three trains right in a row. I held back a got on the third train, which didn't have as many people as the first two, which were packed, like anchovies or olives.

Then I decided, for god knows what reason, so go to the grocery store. Which in itself wouldn't be bad, except when you have two grocery bags of food, and are trying to squeeze into a cramped train. Bad idea. Luckily my food didn't get to crushed.

So anyway, that about the most exciting thing that's happened to me. I am going to try and see Rent this weekend, with Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal, the original Mark and Roger. Eek. Fingers crossed I get tickets.

And also, the Phillies moving on to the NLDS, yaysies.

Oh, and also this made my day.

For Laurence.

Hello.

Me again.

My life has been so boring lately that I felt to document it would be too depressing.

So what's new?

Ummmmmmmm.

Nothing really. My life is that freaking boring. Sometimes I get down, with the lack of friends situation. A couple of weeks ago, during labor day weekend, we got five days off. Furlough days and labor day itself. Well for a good three days of it I was here all by myself. All my other roommates had gone home for the extended weekend, and I was left alone. I literally spent my time alone in my room, with a deafening silence. Most people on campus had left, so it was even quiet outside. I kinda felt like a quarantined patient with a contagious disease being kept away from the general population, or like it was the end of the world and I was one of the few that had survived.

My lack of enthusiasm to do much of anything is a real problem. I need to go to the grocery store to get stuff to make, but I have yet to do it. I've been telling myself for a week and a half to do it. I also really want to go see The Informant and go thrift store shopping at thrift town. Maybe I will work up enough energy to do it. I think the fact that I have to do these activities that are usually enjoyed with friends by myself is making me less enthusiastic about wanting to do it. I'm a pretty independent person, I'm used to being on my own, and at keeping myself entertained, and most of the time I don't care that I have no friends here. There are just times that I wish I had at least one person to do stuff with.

The thing that keeps me sane though, are the people that are my true friends. People I still talk to on a mostly daily basis. They are the people that keep me going, and keep me from losing my mind completely.

Day of Walking.

Today I walked.

After a day of sitting on my butt, I decided I needed to go out and do something. So I did. I woke up at 7:15, no surprise there. Waking up early is not like the norm. I'm starting to get used to it. It's freaking me out. I watched a couple of Sailor Moons, then checked movie times. I decided I would go down town and see Taking Woodstock, a movie I was really excited about seeing, mainly because I love me some Demetri Martin. Unfortunately, the movie did not meet my expectations. It was just meh for me. I don't know, I just found myself being more annoyed with the movie, then actually enjoying it. The Imelda Staunton character, Demetri Martin's mom in the movie, was so annoying. Like, no redeeming qualities, at all. Also, I kinda wish they had show more of like Woodstock, the concert, then they did, which was basically nothing. I don't know, it was just so meh.

I decided to go to the grocery store. I knew there was a safeway near the ballpark, so I just started walking. I wasn't really sure where I was going, I was only somewhat sure the street I was walking down took me to the ballpark, because I kinda vaguely remembered going that way when me and my sister walked back from the game that one time. It turned out it was the right street. Lucky for me.

I decided to walk back by the bay. It was really nice out. Then I came back and had just enough ingredients to make some beans and rice. It was alright. Now I'm way too tired to really think. So I'm most likely going to call it an early night.

Back Into The Fog

Walking down a deserted street

Church bells are ringing out in the distance

A slight breeze starts to blow

Fwap Fwap Fwap

The wind catches signs for an art exhibit

They bang against the poles which hang them

Fwap Fwap Fwap

I am walking down this deserted street

To my left, the city, swallowed in fog.

To my right, the bay, still shining in the sunlight

I am walking between the two

It is neither light nor dark

But I know no matter how fast I walk

The fog will always catch me

Blah Blah Blah Day.

Today I did nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I just sat around all day and watched Sailor Moon.

Sigh

It's so pathetic, but I'm freaking loving going back and watching the show. I'm into a whole section that I've never seen before, with a Pegasus that lives in dreams or something like that.

I meant to go down and workout, but I just didn't. I guess I will go on Monday, since it's going to be closed all weekend because of Labor Day.

I really must go out tomorrow. I'm almost out of food. I basically lived off left overs. Soup and stir fry. I was planning on going through my cookbooks and picking out recipes, but I just didn't feel like it. Tomorrow, I'm and going to get out of this chair and do something! For realsies! I think I might go see a movie, then go to the grocery store. That is my plan for the moment.

Random awesomeness! But I went in to check Christina's lavender sprout to see if it needed any water, which it didn't, when I saw in her closet a flower print fedora, exactly like the one I have! I never thought anyone would really want that hat! It's kinda ridiculous looking. I miss my straw fedora fug hat. I can't believe I left it. I got a new one, but haven't worn it yet. It's just not the same.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention. But the other day I when I was in my english class, we had to read something out of the reader, and I was trying to find it. So i'm flipping through the reader, when suddenly my eyes came across the words James Tiberius Kirk. I thought for sure I must be seeing things, so I examined it more closely and discovered it was a whole essay about Star Trek, the series, not the new gq movie. I don't know why, but it made me very happy.

Officially the Start of the Weekend! Yayness.

Today is officially the start of the weekend. Tomorrow is a Furlough Day, Monday is labor day, and Tuesday is yet another furlough day. I kinda don't know why they scheduled it like that, but it does make it kinda awesome. I wish I had known earlier, then I would maybe have planned something. As it stands now, I'm probably not going to do much, maybe go see Extract or Taking Woodstock, or both. Maybe even add in another viewing of Inglourious Basterds. I do have five days to do things.

It looks like I'm going to have a couple of days to myself here. Christina, my other single room roommate, is already gone. She left me a cute little note asking me to take care of her lavender sprout and to feel free to eat her food. My other two roommates, I'm not sure about the one, but it kinda looks like she is already gone too, I think she doesn't have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so she probably already went home. Then my other roommate is going home on Sunday. So, I will have the apartment to myself.

Anyway, today is always the worst day. I have the two worst classes today: third cinema and critical studies.

The thing that really sucks about third cinema, is the teacher. She just plain sucks. It didn't really help that she spent like the first 15 to 20 minutes of the class talking about how she was going to take attendance. It was seriously convoluted. It's like we had to take out a piece of paper, write our name and the date on it, then sign it. Then we had to pass them up to a TA, depending on our last names. Only instead of just flooding them with all the papers, then having them sort through them during the last 2 hours of class, which probably would have been quicker, she had us pass them up like to a specific TA, but like spread out. So like, she was like A-G pass them up, then H-K, or whatever it was, etc. etc. It took an unnecessary amount of time. So now, at every class we must hand in our papers, then at the end of class we collect them. That way, we can't leave early. UGGGGGGGH. Really?! That's so irritating. It's like that's the only way she can get people to stay in class; because she is a really boring lecturer.

The other thing that really sucks about this class is she basically forces us to take notes, because she is going to collect them at the end of the semester. Like, I don't mind taking notes, but good grief, seriously? Then her reasoning is that that is the only way we can learn. Basically it's just so that we don't fall asleep and not pay attention to her boringness. Double UGH. Seriously.

The movie we started watching, but didn't finish, was Black God, White Devil, I believe that's what it's called, don't hold me to that. It's a brazilian film made in like 64. I honestly couldn't really tell you what happened. It's like there is this poor guy on the run, who becomes like a missionary for this Jesus-like figure, Saint Sabastian, but it involves like killing all the non-believers or something. Then some other priests hire a man to kill Saint Sabastian because he is taking away people who go there, and then they are losing profits and such. Violence ensues. There is lots of killing in this movie, that Saint Sabastian kills a baby, no lie.

ANYWAY.

After class I had a plan. I had totally blanked on paying my housing check, so my plan was to go back up to my room, get my check, pay housing, then sign up at the gym and work out. Sounds like a pretty solid plan, right? Well part A went all right. I went back up to my room, grabbed my check, then walked down the stairs to the housing office. I payed them, easy enough looked like smooth sailing. Then crossed over to the gym, to sign up. Usually, you just fill out some paperwork, then if you want to you can work out. I was ready, I had my towel, ipod, and everything (although no actual workout clothes. I totally forgot sweats and my running shoes. I guess that's what I get for packing 12 hours before my flight.) So, I walk into the gym and I ask can I sign up. The girl behind the desk says sure, have your student id?

.........

FUCK! I had totally forgotten about that part. So, I run up stairs, and as I'm walking into my room, I notice the number of our apartment. 605. I looked at the copy of what I had given them. What had I written? 506. GAHHH! I'm such a number dyslexic! Now, I'm kinda in a panic. But I go into my room grab my id card, and I'm off. Again, I run down the stairs, and head to the housing office. Get there, explain what I had done, and she said it would be fine, as long as everything else it right, I should be fine.

sigh.

That was a relief. Then walk over to the gym to sign up then work out. I get in, give her my ID, and she checks my name, then gives me a little sheet of paper, explaining that they had switch everything to the internet, and now you just sign up there. Just had to print something out and turn it in, then I could work out. I get back upstairs and look at the time, I didn't have enough time to fill out the form, print it out, go back downstairs, workout, without being late for class. Oh yeah, and I did all this in like 81 degree heat. I know, it's not that hot, but I want my high 60 degree weather back! I really don't want PA weather! I want my lovely SF weather! I guess working out will have to wait until tomorrow.

My other class was quite boring as well. Again, like my third cinema class, we didn't get started with the lecture for like 20 minutes while the professor and TAs were figuring out enrollment issues. It took a while. The class itself I might find interesting, if only the professor didn't always explain things like she was mad and on the defensive. And, when anyone dares to ask her to clarify anything, it's like she get all huffy, and doesn't really answer the question. I was hoping we would end early again, like we did last week. Unfortunately, she hadn't realized she had let us out early last week.

I was starving after class. I realized I had only eaten a banana at like 8 in the morning (the trend of me waking up at 7 in the am for no reason is continuing) and two little chunks of cheese before critical studies. I bought a coke, just to treat myself after a horrible day. My first soda in like 2 weeks. That's pretty good. I didn't even get one when I went to the movies. When I got back to my room, I made myself a stir fry. Yum.

After watching many more Sailor Moon episodes the thought occurs to me: how does Sailor Moon actually beat those bad guys? It takes her a million years to transform, then it takes her forever to whirl that baton around and fire. You would think that the bad guys could just move out of the way or run away while she's doing all the fancy, unnecessary twirling. Hmmmm.