It was hot, one of those sockless, pantsless days. I indulged in the first, and pants always have a way of finding themselves on the floor sooner or later.

Days have consisted almost entirely of reading, eating, sleeping, with a bit of variation every now and then.

Things have been up and down and all-around but it's those kinds of instabilities that assure me that I'm still a little human. Besides, things have been hovering around "good" for the most part.

I should probably start on my paper some time soon.

But then I always have something to do with paper. Origami, for example.

Anyway, I didn't really have anything important to say. I'm just a little bored. If you haven't yet, you should go vote on the Threadmodel thingamajig.

Hope you're all doing well, socks or no socks.

Song(s) on repeat:
Troubled Hubble - I'm Pretty Sure I Can See Molecules

Troubled Hubble - Ear, Nose, and Throat

And pretty much all of "Making Beds in a Burning House". I guess it's summer nostalgia.

And remember, when you're nothing, you're still something.

You're molecules.

Love and Peace

Yeah, it's not our birthday yet in either of time zones but I hope yours is awesomely amazing!

HAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYY BIIIIIIIIRRRRRTTTTTHHHDAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Going to a research university means that every so often, I will receive emails asking me to participate in surveys of varying importance and interest. I fill them out because they usually promise raffles for miscellaneous gift certificates, none of which I have actually received.

Anyway, the most recent one I was trying to get through tonight begged the most interesting of Life's questions:



That was a "males only" question.

Anyway, hope you all are doing well tonight. Come into chats if you are particularly bored, or come in even if you're not.

And in your eyes.

- So my brother is apparently graduating in June. I was not informed of this until last night. I'm pretty happy for him, though it's just strange knowing how "grown-up" we are. Things are falling into place for him...except for the girl situation. He has had only slightly more luck than myself with the fairer sex (as it were). I would "set him up" with someone but I am not sure if he would be into the blind-dating. However, if anyone is interested, he is 6'0", like me in terms of personality, though slightly more sarcastic, has a swimmer's body, enjoys music, comic books, and most everything else of geek culture.

Yes.

- Driving down Pacific Coast Highway at night, the smell of the sea from barely open windows embracing my lungs, good tunes playing on the stereo, it all makes me appreciate California, life, love, all that is good. These cathartic moments are few and far between, but it's good to record them, just to know that they happened, that they can happen.

But things are good.

The song playing on repeat:
JayMay - Gray or Blue



I hope everyone is well.

Love and Peace

- So 5napple wrote up a blog today about childhood aspirations, and I failed to mention my aspirations of becoming a professional wrestler. As a lonely five year old child, my heroes came almost entirely from Saturday morning cartoons and public broadcasting shows.

But then there was wrestling, and two men stood above all others (at least in my mind): Jake "The Snake" Roberts and Bret "The Hitman" Hart. To me, these men embodied everything I wanted to be. I mean, what five year old didn't want to pull a python out of his bag or perform the Sharpshooter on his enemies/gullible friends? I think part of me just wanted a cool nickname starting with "The". Of course, my mother was terrified of snakes and I was far from being "the best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be" or "The Excellence of Execution", which I didn't actually understand at the time, but boy did it sound cool.

But I grew out of that. I realized that I could hardly deal with the scrapes I received everyday, much less getting clotheslined or piledriven (piledrived? piledrove?). I lack the physicality anyway.

And the Undertaker scared the bejeezus out of me.

- Happiness is waking up early on a Saturday just to watch various cartoons and The Sandlot (twice).

- As I was walking to the laundry room (a couple buildings over from my apartment), I saw this girl and she smiled at me. It always feels good when a girl actually acknowledges my presence, much less smiles at me, but it felt even better because I was wearing my bum-around, laundry day clothing and holding a box of fabric softener. Not exactly the most attractive look.

But she smiled at me all the same, and good times were had by all.

- Things I did today:
* Laundry
* Finished up reading Angels in America.

Things I need to do:
* Work on an essay about the concept of Law in Angels in America (which is as fun and frustrating as it sounds).
* Study for my English, Statistics, and Psych finals (in that order).
* Shower and eat dinner (separately).
* Save the princess.
* Fortify the zombie shelter.
* Feed the velociraptors.
* Get jiggy wit it.

The song on repeat:
De Capulet - Safety Bar


Love and Peace

- I have been digging myself into quite a slump for the past few weeks and I am only now ever so slowly crawling my way out.

- The instructor for my English drama class passed back our papers today, and I received an A, which I am quite happy about. Although I am not one to define myself by my grades, I think an A paper still warrants dancing about in my underpants, if only for a few minutes.

- I have settled with "Perdita". It just feels right, especially in its meaning and how I've been feeling as of late.

Of course, I also feel the need to get a new (acoustic-electric) guitar, but that won't be for a while. Unless I rob a bank/prostitute myself. Again.

- It's apparently my Threadversary today? It hadn't even crossed my mind until I looked up at my profile. This calls for further pants-optional dancing.

I suppose a lot has happened in the course of a year. I've made a fair share of friends, enemies, lovers, and some deranged mix of all three. Lots of memories, most of which I have repressed for reasons beyond my earthly understanding, which should help my future therapist diagnose whatever mental disorders that I might have accumulated.

But all-in-all, you're good people. I would do shoutouts but I don't like shouting. Smoke signals are my communication of choice.

As the saying goes, if the good Lord had intended us to walk he wouldn't have invented roller-skates.

The song on repeat:


Love and Peace

- Things have been pretty up and down recently and for no real reason. I think it's partly because I am pretty isolated for inordinately long periods of time, partly because of the delicious hormone soup that is stewing in my body.

- My roommate invited me to his uncle's place last night for a family dinner. It was quite nice. I don't hang out much with this particular roommate and I have never eaten real Filipino cuisine (which was fucking delicious). I pretty much gorged myself.

- So I blogged about the Tenori-On a while back. I still would totally buy one if not for the fact that it's 599 British pounds.

However, I did happen upon a whole album composed by a Norman Fairbanks using only the Tenori-On. The album, entitled 7 Days Microsleep, is downloadable at his site but I've uploaded it to Yousendit here to make it slightly easier.

The album consists of eight songs including the bonus track. It's pretty chill, easy-listening electronica for when you are just closing your eyes to sleep or lounging about the house on a particularly lazy, obligation-free day.

- In naming my guitar, I am trying to decide between Raina and Perdita.

Oh and the blog title is from that movie Orange County.

The song on repeat:
The Clear and Conscious - Mother, Father

Love and Peace

Which is what I'm eating right now. Velvet cake, that is. Did I mention my mom has quite the knack for baked goods? Because she is. I am not very hungry but I needed something to satisfy my sweet tooth (teeth). Anyway...

- I had an eye exam on Thursday. It was at the student health center on campus. My vision apparently hasn't changed too much in four years, which is good, I suppose. I'm not really sure how reliable they were though. A few friends have told me that the optometrists provided less-than-accurate results. Alas, what can I expect from a five dollar exam?

The fun part of it was the field of vision test in which I had to follow a red dot that would intermittently pause, at which point a certain number of green dots would flash, and then I would have to click (I had a clicking device) how many green dots I saw. It was essentially a video game for me. I was pretty trigger happy though and I might have clicked the button even when there were no green dots. Still, I loved how supportive the machine was. It gave a few "You're doing great!" remarks.

- My classes are none too exciting so I end up scribbling lots of random things in the margins of my notes. So behold the mash of my in-class scribbles. A friend attempted to psychoanalyze me through these scribbles. I would suggest that you refrain from finding deeper meaning lest you enjoy bloody noses and/or potential aneurysms. Not to mention there isn't much depth to it. Boredom just takes interesting forms.

- So I've gotten to know people around these parts. I have a reputation of some kind built up (#1 NuThreadless). People sort of know me. This is all quite wonderful and everything, but I must say, I am a little on edge about it. Sounds strange, I agree. However, I have joined several various online communities in the past, and in every single instance, the community essentially imploded on itself mere days after I got to know people. Perhaps I am some kind of an omen, a harbinger of Internet death. I don't know.

But don't implode on me Threadless.

We are the music-makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.

Or something to that effect.

The song on repeat: Madeline - Sleeping Dogs

Love and Peace

Well, here's me again.

- I watched Juno today. Finally. I quite enjoyed it. It is definitely one of the few movies I would be able to watch and enjoy all on my lonesome, and it was definitely the cute indie flick I expected and a little a bit more.

- So my friend suggested to me the other night that I should name my guitar, which has crossed my mind every now and again, though I have never actually pulled through with it. So here I am, wondering what to name my guitar. It is definitely female. I'm not sure why that is but my guitar has no visible penis or testicles, and far be it from me to lift up her skirt to check. Thus, my guitar is female.

- I was cooking pasta for dinner (that pasta is hitting me pretty hard right now with the sleepy stick). I was stirring the fleshy hairs of linguine in boiling water with a knife, its handle wrapped in a paper towel so as to prevent any more severe burns, my knuckles slightly burning from the sheer proximity of the bubbling water and my hand. I should really invest in a better stirring device. In any case, I was just staring at the water, watching the froth and pasta and bubbles spinning so steadily with the knife. And without any warning, I had the most intense feeling of loneliness and emptiness that I have ever felt in a long time. A really long time.

All because of that pasta. Damnation.

Song playing on repeat:
The One AM Radio - Cast Away

Love and Peace

Just some random thoughts and happenings because I'm a little bored:

- My brother moved into his own place (his first) a few days ago. I am quite happy for him. It is as though he is actually going out and living his life without being barred by my parents and whatever strict, trivial quips they might have.

I'll admit, my brother's place is no Hearst Castle, but it's a relatively nice one-room studio apartment that he is paying for essentially all from his own pocket. I couldn't be happier and prouder of him. He is studying for his MCATs now, which totally blows my mind. The same person who administered Wet Willies and nipple twisters to me is studying medicine.

- I was watching a bit of Alice in Wonderland the other day. One of my favorite parts is when the Cheshire Cat first appears. It's quite the scene. As he disappears, he says "Most everyone's mad here".

- I think I do have a bit of a shy pee.

- You should all go see Once.

- It was kind of crazy the number of Threadless shirts I have been seeing on campus but I really find myself not caring that much. Don't get me wrong, I still love the shirts and all that, but I would be much more excited if I saw Maltz, Hadley, Omair, Steve (any of them), or any of you other bloggers walking down the street in non-Threadless attire. I don't know. Maybe I'm a little crazy.

But most everyone's mad here.

Love and Peace