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Tuesday, January 15, 2002 ( 12:11 AM ) shut up christine I don’t like writing blog entries that just speak, that tell exactly what I’m thinking at some moment in my life…I usually end up regretting what I wrote. I like writing stories though…something ambiguous so you know what I mean but not completely, and even if you have no idea what I’m talking about at least there’s a semi-interesting story to read. I’m already embarrassed with what I’m about to say but I’m writing it down because only about three people read this anyway. A weird thing happened to me today on my way to psychology… I was walking through Aldrich Park and I noticed that there were so many people around me…possibly a thousand people, going in a thousand different directions…and I know this seems corny, but something about that was so beautiful. I wonder why I never noticed it before. I tried to get eye contact with as many people as possible…I wondered where they were going, who they were, where they came from, what they went through in the past, what they were feeling and thinking at that very moment. Every once in awhile, someone would look me right in the eyes…I wish I could have talked to them. I wish I knew their life stories. I wish I knew them. Maybe that person would have been my best friend or soul mate or something. For all the people who returned a smile…I know there’s no way you’ll ever know this, but thanks for making my day. # Thursday, January 10, 2002 ( 2:25 AM ) shut up christine Dudes, a story is long overdue so here’s a short one for now...not very entertaining, but I'm sure you know what it means. Two years later…….. Christine was walking back to her car after class when she spotted something familiar from the corner of her eye. She squinted to get a better look….the same quick gait, the same haircut, the same body, the same warm face she remembered….but two years older. “Hey!” Christine ran across the parking lot and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hi. It’s me, Christine. Christine from Brisa. Do you remember me?” “Uhhhhh… oh yeah! Hey, how are you? I haven’t seen you in such a long time.” The two old friends proceeded to small talk…simple stuff like the weather, classes, and things that happened to them since leaving. Just hearing the sound of his voice brought a smile to her face…she remembered it all like it was yesterday. After about 15 minutes, they ended their short but genuine conversation. “It was nice seeing you again, Christine.” “It was nice seeing you too. Take care of yourself, and good luck with everything.” With that, they bear-hugged each other and went their separate ways. Christine walked to her car and was about to get in when she took one last look back…he was already far off in the distance. She smiled, got in her car, and drove away. And that was the last time they saw each other. What? That's not how the story is supposed to end! Change it dammit! Change it I say! Woah keep your panties on. Looky here, Sparky. This is how it is, comprendes? This is how it closes. Closure. In my best Martha Stewart impersonation, "It's a good thing" booo crappy impersonation, christine Hey, you shut up. Ok enuffa that. Read and learn..I'm quizzing you. Rivers rode his bike to Santa Monica College everyday and planned to continue doing so until the band completely failed. Then he would transfer to Berkeley as an English major. Did he ever attend school at Berkeley, Jess? DID HE?? HUH!? Can't hear you, speak up! Jess: "You don't owwwwwwn me!" # Thursday, January 03, 2002 ( 2:08 AM ) shut up christine Sorry, haven’t updated in awhile. Happy new year! Going back to Brisa in a few hours! See ya’ll soon. My resolutions: * Study and mean it. * Cut down time spent looking at weezer sites. Really. * Update blog more often. * Eat healthy. * Sleep better. * Shit more. I bought a plunger and Fibercon :) * Stop being a bad kid and finally let it go. January 3rd. Exactly one year ago.... "to let go of all that past crap, not to start shit with them anymore, and finally grow up." I grew up today. # |
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