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Name: Michael
Birthday: 11/22/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Music, hanging, communicating, thinking, reading, gaming, tennis, hiking, racing.
Expertise: Math, Reading, Espagnol, driving, certain Videogames, I'm pretty handy with electronics and computers.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Construction
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  elruchito
MSN: m_kakko
Yahoo:  elruchito
Member Since:
2/17/2004
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| EDITED. I FORGOT TO INCLUDE I WAS LISTENING TO WITHIN YOU WITHOUT YOU
i went to sleep at about 4:10 on the carpet floor. i woke up at 7:37, precisely the time that my express bus leaves. oh well, caught the 8:25 regular bus. realized that if i would have just hurried i prolly could have caught it because the bus stop was right outside.
the bus was warm, and i was still sleepy. i laid down on the rear bench and relaxed. the sun shined through the windows and warmed me up, and i laid facedown and enjoyed the soft padding and the morning wood. very pleasant, comforting feeling. i miss it. before i knew it i was in downtown sac, and got off on the wrong exit.
i had to wait 15 minutes for next light rail, since i missed mine, and it was still on it's way for it's 15 minute rest at the central station. however, after that, we were on our way again, to howe and power inn. i whipped out My antonia for the last time, as i was almost done with the book.
however, it was when passing by sac state that i experienced something that i know now will be a very pleasant memory. i stood up as the light rail ascended on its own overpass as it crossed the train tracks and folsom blvd. i looked north and saw sac state's various structures, the same places i have often walked along on my way to school. there i was, gripping the two pleasantly polished aluminum poles to hold myself up. my antonia's climax held in between the fingers of my right hand, with jim burden's expressions of regret and love, or is it love and regret, freshly imprinted on my mind. i felt the effortlessly smooth, gliding acceleration of the light rail under my feet, and the graceful, gentle curve as the track guided the train in its jaunt over the proceedings below. the music in my ears, george harrison singinge within you without you "if you only KNeeeeoooouuuuuuwww." i let go of my hold just as we reached the apogee of our flight, and turned to welcome the still rising orange warm sun pouring through the windows behind me. my thoughts turned once again, wistfully, to what they often do. hits, misses, joys and wishes. somewhere along the way, this is the fate ordained for me.
when i reached my destination, i stopped off and once again entered the brisk morning. i crossed the large, busy and rumpled intersection of howe and folsom alone, a pedestrian obviously out of place. i walked a few blocks to my car, not that far. it was fine, i'd walk much farther. nearly two hours after setting foot, i reached my car again. relaxed in the passenger seat, plugged in my cell phone and unplugged my ipod. called my dad, my group partner. back to reality. gargh.
well that's all the prose i have for the day i suppose. here's to friday.
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| i haven't really done any work for any of my classes yet. i guess if i don't get on it i'm gonna fail every class. i don't know what my deal is. i suppose if someone took my hw out for me and set it in front of me on the table i'd do it. it's just getting to that point is really difficult for me.
i've also been having trouble stayin up in class. no matter how hard i try i can't, no matter how much sleep i get. the strange thing is that i can stay up if i read or play gameboy or something. i think i might have developed some sort of attention disorder? i don't know, because i'm not sleepy or tired at any other points of the day. after about 20 minutes into class, i struggle to stay concious/focused for more than a minute or two before nodding off, head drooping, drooling, who knows? sometimes when i try really hard to stay up i hear a strange noise and then realize that i'm snoring a little.
argh. i'm frustrated and melancholy.
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| i'm writing a blag on eunice's computer. eunice's stapler is hella strong. woot
i decided not to sign up for my 9am mw class. i don't wanna overwhelm myself.
i need to get a jizzerb. i would be looking for a job right now but i'll prolly be leaving in like a minute so it's coo to just right a blog.
i think that the reason i don't look for a job is because i have a weird anxiety when it comes to job searching. i'm afraid of rejectment or something. it might be because i was rejected by target. i'll finish this blog latasaa.
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| i was about to blog but then i realized my last blog said pretty much all i had on my mind.
so then instead i turned to my last few blogs, all the way till the last day of last year. dec 31st, 2008. I read all my blogs since then. You know what? It's a pretty interesting read. It's kind of funny how things work out, I feel pretty grateful now. I like how I'm not very rash or irrational. The things i wrote even back then still make sense to me.
i hope people come to my gig. i usually don't care but i guess that's because my ego is weak and i don't expect ppl to come. come people!
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