October 22, 2004
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…only through pain…
…only through pain can we arrive at progress…
I said that awhile ago, and it seems to be true. I’ve definitely gone through my share of ups and downs, but things seem to be looking better and brighter with each passing day…
I went back home this past weekend. It was refreshing, somewhat. I drove down there with Tony, and it gave us a good opportunity to learn more about each other. We crashed at Eric’s place and totally hit up GAMeBoi on Friday night. I was a bit disappointed with it though because the music wasn’t exactly all that, nor were the guys. There were some cute guys there, but it definitely wasn’t one of the better nights I guess, ah well. Saturday was Anne’s wedding, but of course there had to be some obstacles in my way because I knew things were going too well. So I was on the 5 freeway and we were slowing down because the lanes were merging. I stopped. The car behind me didn’t, nor did the car behind it. The result: me getting rear-ended. TWICE! Ok, not cool. I call 911, get a freakin’ ANSWERING MACHINE and get put on HOLD for like 10 MINUTES! By the time I finally got a live person, a CHP who happened to be going in the opposite direction and had seen us had already exited and turned around to help us. This is what our tax dollars are paying for????!!!! I want a freakin’ refund! Moving on with this ordeal though, the CHP basically took forever and a day to get the paperwork done and by the time we get on our way, I knew we were going to be way late. When I got to the wedding, Anne was already walking out with Junya, her new husband. I had missed the ceremony, the whole damn thing! UGH! And her wedding was the reason why I was going down there! I felt sooooo horrible. Oh well, she understood. Anyhow, I got to see some of my old high school friends at the reception. It was cool to see some of them again, although they really hadn’t changed much, especially since most of them all are only about 25 miles away from Long Beach. Sorry, but I needed that 400+ miles in order to find myself. I sincerely doubt that going to UCLA or USC would have really allowed me to be who I am today. Anyhow, so after the reception, we went to visit my old speech and debate coach. It was cool seeing him again, and he still totally remembered us. It’s always great when you go back to visit old teachers and they still remember you. It was nice to see the new additions to his family, I can’t wait until I can start one of my own…
So I finally got to experience Red Dragon on Saturday night. I can’t say that I was all that impressed. They didn’t have any hip hop whatsoever, and the crowd was definitely older. I’m not an age-ist or anything, but I’m sorry, I wasn’t seeing anything there. I think I was already tired from that day and the wedding, so it was kind of difficult to really feel anything at that club. I had a couple of drinks and then fell asleep at the club. I know that was bad of me, but honestly, I just wasn’t feelin’ the place. Gay bois need to seriously re-evaluate the types of music that they can dance to. If the dance floor is always flooded when you bump a good hip hop song, or even a good pop song, then why not pay attention to these hints and bump more of it?! I swear, some people are just dense! Ok, I know I should be respectful of other people’s musical tastes, but I’m sorry, one can only take so much house, trance, or dance remixes. I’ll be reasonable, I like country music, but just because I like it doesn’t mean that when we throw a party at our place, we play country music. Common sense people. Anyhow, I also had some weird gay bois hit on me while we were downstairs waiting for Eric to get the car. Michael and I had to pretend we were together to get rid of them, but alas, I don’t think they knew how to take a hint, ah well…
We had brunch on Sunday at Boba World in downtown Pasadena and that was cool. We went shopping afterwards and I bought these really cute pair of KangaROOS. Ok, so they were in the women’s section, and I was fully aware of it, but why, WHY did the salesperson have to double check to see what gender the shoes were for and then tell me, “Um, these are women’s shoes.” HOW DID I KNOW HE WAS GOING TO SAY THAT?! Why couldn’t he prove me wrong?!
“Gee Mr. Sexist-Salesman, I couldn’t tell by the pink signs that they were women’s shoes. Just get me a size 10!”
Gosh, heterosexist people can be sooooo ridiculous! Whatever, I’m over it.
So on our drive back up, I thought things were going well, but why was it that the feeling had to end? Just as I was beginning to enjoy the rest of the drive, I get a call from American Express telling me that apparently someone had been using my credit card. They had charged $400 on some stupid toy website on my card. First of all, I would never buy $400 worth of toys, shoes maybe, but not toys. Argh! I was so freaked out because I didn’t have my social security card on me and thought that it was identity theft. Fortunately, things worked out and are being resolved now, but gosh that was a scare!
I’m feeling pretty good right now. Most of my midterms are done now and there are just some logistical things that I have to take care of before I can put the rest of this semester on cruise control. I still can’t believe that I’ll be in a whole different continent in just a couple of months. On the one hand, I’m really sad that I’ll have to leave a lot of my friends here in the States, especially the new ones that I’ve just met and would have liked to have gotten to know better, but I’m savoring the moments we all spend together though. On the other hand, I can’t wait to leave because I really do need a change of environment from here. I’ve been in these surroundings for far too long and I desperately crave a change. I know it’ll be hard, lonely, and scary at first, but I think I need that in my life to grow more as a person. My life is starting to take shape and I want to make sure that it’s as well-rounded and balanced as possible. Here’s to new friends, experiences, and life!

Comments (1)
Dude… you write a lot… Haha! Alright… take care n take it easy. Cya…
Rob