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| Sunday, October 7th, 2007 | | 8:43 pm |
I know it's been a long time, but I want to post. It's something that's hard to bring up in conversation, but I kinda' wanna' say. On September 26th, my mom passed away. I received a phone call at 6:30 that morning from my brother telling me that she was in the hospital, and that things didn't look good. I understood that it was severe, but I didn't know exactly how bad. As I was driving to work at 8:30 AM, I got another call, this time from my aunt, and she explained in further detail. I got to work, told my boss I'd be gone for a while, then drove home, bought a plane ticket, and went to the airport. I arrived at the Rhode Island airport at about 10PM, and my brother picked me up and drove me to the hospital in Hyannis, Massachusetts, which took about an hour. I got there in time to see her before they removed the breathing tube and life support, and she died peacefully. She just refused to quit drinking. Wouldn't give it up. Unbelievable. | | Monday, March 19th, 2007 | | 5:25 am |
Revision
On second thought... ...writing is frustrating. Sometime's it's really easy, and most of the time it's extremely hard. I've only ever done it when I've "felt" like writing, and I've usually been pretty satisfied with the results. I'm trying to make a habit of it, but I can't seem to make it work. I think I'm overcomplicating things. Bloody poetry class. | | Tuesday, February 20th, 2007 | | 1:30 am |
Whoa, I have a livejournal? | | Saturday, December 2nd, 2006 | | 9:05 am |
For anyone who's curious, this is what I do. That's the studio I work at, and I know alot of those guys (though I've never met the important-sounding guy who talks about all the games). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RXQgGpG7k8 | | Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006 | | 3:37 am |
Determination Termination
This is actually the first time I've fucked up in college. I have a six-page English paper due tomorrow which was assigned last two Mondays ago. I'm to compare any essay of Ralph Waldo Emerson (I chose "Self-Reliance") with Henry David Thoreau's "Walden". I got two-and-a-quarter pages done before deciding to call it a night. I've kinda' never done that before; last time I was in this situation, I stayed up until five in the morning to finish (this time around, however, I'm positive that I couldn't finish this paper even if I didn't sleep at all). Granted, I DO plan on finishing this; I'll turn it in late and be demoted an entire letter grade, meaning I can very reasonably expect a C, which is fine. I'm not worried about the grade, I'm more annoyed by my lack of will to continue. It's my fault, though. It's my fault I waited until the last night of the last day to write it. It's my fault I only slept four hours last night, five hours the night before, and five hours the night before that. It's my fault I went to "rest my eyes" at 7:30PM with the intentions of waking up at eight, and then remained asleep until eleven. It's my fault for never having read or even scanned the essays in question before tonight (though I did listen to the class discussions, but I didn't take too many notes). It's my fault I'm posting on Livejournal instead of writing my essay. I don't want pity, I swear. I figure it's alright for me to give up once, though I kinda' promised myself that college would be different and I would leave that highschool logic behind, the same logic that got me a D average. Down the road, if I'm lucky, I probably won't remember that this happened. Curse my humanity! O lament and forsake and somesuch. In my last two semesters, I've gotten A A B C in four classes each time, and I'm quite satisfied with that. I expect the same this time around. I won't let it happen again. Clever post-title, eh? Current Mood: disappointedCurrent Music: Computer fan whirring. | | Wednesday, October 18th, 2006 | | 2:14 am |
Life and Death and the Girl with the Scarf
Rainy night gave way to moist morning, overpowered by the sun's sympathy for humanity, though the benevolent celestial body couldn't do much for the cold. A green-skinned man with vines for hair and azure sunglasses wandered out of an alley and in to the street, just in time to meet the last lingering light leaking lazily from a lamp-post, one which would soon bid the world good morning by submitting to an honorable extinguishment. Water dripped from his leafy hands and hair, his white shirt and black tie thoroughly saturated, thin lips epitomizing frownless features, and a look of finality hanging on the peculiar creature's face, though it wasn't quite a smile. He had found her. The girl had been running. Machine-gun breaths seemed to get tangled about her tongue and lips as they frantically made their way in and out of her, blue eyes like narrow columns of light beaming beneath wet strands of hair colored like wrought-iron. Her whole body pulsated rhythmically, frosty clouds accumulating and dissipating in front of her in the morning air. Her red and white-striped scarf appeared to be floating; a perpetual icy breeze was trying to steal it from her, but one of her cold hands only pulled it closer, while the other gripped a very silver knife, the quivering blade held low, but in the green man's direction nonetheless. He raised a verdant hand, which in turn raised a pistol. "I'm sorry," he whispered, seeming genuine. "It is your time." The girl made no particularly drastic motion, though subtle glances were sent sprawling across the horizon and everywhere else, looking for something, anything. Her eyes widened gently and settled on a crack in the sidewalk. With a fluid grace that she had not expected of herself, she reached down and plucked a soft scarlet flower that had bravely been growing amongst the concrete, memories of the morning rain sent in all directions as she hastily pulled the viridian stem to her. This gave the thieving wind the opportunity to relieve her of her helpless scarf, and neither of them watched as it was carried away. The green man lowered his eyebrows as the girl held her shivering blade to the flower's stem, right below the petals. Her breaths became longer, her gaze never leaving his. "I'll do it," she growled, drawing the knife nearer to the innocent blossom, threatening to drag the edge across its long emerald neck. For at least a moment, the world stood still. The green man gently lowered his leafy hand, taking with it the argent armament, and there were another few seconds of hesitation before the girl took a deep, sharp breath and then dashed off down the alley. She was already just a shadow in the his mind. "I suppose... it wasn't time just yet." Current Mood: writerlyCurrent Music: Luther Allison - Drowning at the Bottom | | Sunday, October 15th, 2006 | | 8:02 am |
Losing Touch
Mike Ryan is gone. Zepp's been gone. Doug is gone. Ryan is gone. Eric is gone. Chris is gone. Jeff is gone. The shop is gone. Barselow is still there. Pete is still there. Not sure where Nicole is. Not sure where Ashley is. The Cape seems like an awfully lonely place. I apologize to anyone I've forgotten. I don't really like this song. Current Mood: melancholyCurrent Music: Tom Petty - Last Dance with Mary Jane | | Thursday, September 28th, 2006 | | 6:10 pm |
Long Days
Started my new job. I've been working ten to twelve hour days five days a week, and still go to school for twelve hours per day twice a week. Sleep is for suckers, man, I'm tellin' ya'. The money is awesome, though. It's been so long since I've felt stable financially; I pay my bills, my rent, gasoline, and still have money left over. It's a lovely sensation. I also got a new phone; my old one kinda' died. Lasted two years, though. Solid little thing. Please call me so I can save your number. If I haven't called you in a while, this is most likely why. Current Mood: tiredCurrent Music: Angeldust - Centuries | | Monday, September 11th, 2006 | | 6:19 pm |
Change, the Good Kind
Not particularly fitting for the anniversary of a tragedy, but: I got the job at Activision. I start tomorrow at 9AM. I went in to my ex-work today to quit. I waited forty-five minutes for my boss to show up; apparently, he'd "stepped out". I got tired of waiting, so I left a note on the door that read as follows: LAMINE: I GOT ANOTHER JOB SO I QUIT. THANKS FOR EVERYTHING. BEST OF LUCK TO EVERYONE. SEE YOU LATER. ROB I hope no one touches it. Funny, the only people who thought I'd been fired (because no one knew what happened; Lamine apparently wouldn't tell anybody)were the people that I weren't big fans of in the first place. Everyone else, everyone I like, they made no assumptions, no judgements. Good people. I might go back tomorrow after work and talk to him; y'know, shake hands and make everything all official. We'll see. This... is... awesome. Current Mood: indescribable, but niceCurrent Music: Sonata Arctica - San Sebastian | | Friday, September 8th, 2006 | | 11:09 am |
I have an interview in two hours down at Activision in Santa Monica. For the record, Activision made Call of Duty, the Tony Hawk series, the X-Men: Legends series, and among other things, The Invincible Iron Man for Gameboy Advance. I'm being interviewed for the position of "Quality Assurance Associate". Video-game tester. Wish me luck! Current Mood: positiveCurrent Music: Sonata Arctica - Victoria's Secret | | Tuesday, September 5th, 2006 | | 12:33 pm |
Time off, I guess.
I got suspended from my job for a week. Long story short, it was due to calling in sick (I really was sick; temperature of 103). Gives me time to... think about things. Current Mood: :\Current Music: Led Zeppelin - What Is and What Should Never Be | | Monday, August 28th, 2006 | | 9:15 pm |
School started again today. Turns out my Mondays won't be so bad; first class begins at 11:15, last one ends at 3:35. A very short day by my standards, but there is a forty-five minute busride before and after, so it's still kinda' tiring. Wednesdays are gonna' be that schedule, but after my class that ends at 3:35, I'll have History from 6:45 - 9:55, so that's gonna' be a bit of a long day. It's okay, it was worse last semester. I'm a little disappointed. My creative writing class is gonna' focus mostly on poetry, but I would so much rather write prose... while the teacher seems like a nice guy, he asked everyone why they took the class, and one girl said: "because I love poetry, and I live poetry", and he just started gushing... sorry, I found it a little annoying. Astronomy is going to be hard. Hopefully, I'll just take a lot of notes and that'll be enough to do well. My first three classes are only ten minutes apart each. It actually really reminds me of highschool in a way, and I don't know if that's a good thing. I guess we'll see. Unfortunately, I'm having problems with money again... I'm two weeks back on bills and stuff, meaning I owe $400... I currently am in possession of $320, and I can get the rest, but now I have to buy schoolbooks, which will easily come close to $250. I'll probably have to bite the bullet and sell a few more of my cards. Oh well, I suppose I knew this was gonna' happen. Current Mood: life ain't so badCurrent Music: Megadeth - Deadly Sins | | Tuesday, July 18th, 2006 | | 4:09 am |
Sorry.
Lemme' clean this up a little bit. I was mad, and I apologize. I dunno' where it came from. It was such and uncanny and peculiar feeling. Maybe I was feeling particularly passionate last night, I dunno'. I'm tempted to erase it, but to deny one's own emotions is blah blah some cliche nonsense. :D ( Read more... ) | | Saturday, July 15th, 2006 | | 6:17 pm |
Going, going...
...gone: July 31st - August 13th. It'll be nice to see everyone again. Current Mood: cheerfulCurrent Music: Guns n' Roses - Paradise City | | Wednesday, June 28th, 2006 | | 2:37 am |
| | Sunday, June 25th, 2006 | | 3:11 am |
I've made a decision.
I want to be a comic book artist. Since I was four or five, I've drawn comics. The first character I ever created was a little green pointy superhero named Tri-Force (I'd heard the name somewhere before, and I really liked it). The first actual comic I drew was Crab Man. Crab Man was cool. In fifth grade, I came up with a character named Pogo Man, and my friend Jesse Swift came up with Comic Guy. They were the original Decomic Men, and many comics followed. They were all drawn and stapled by myself. I even colored some of them. I lost every single one. I also did several Star Wars comics, starring my and Jesse's characters, Radjen Taze and Legion Abyss respectively. Jesse was always a much better artist than me, and he still is. The name of my comic company was R2 Comics, suggested by my brother; it came from my Star Wars days, and it just stuck. The top left corner of each comic would look like this:  Issue #1 US: $3.00 Canada: $3.60 January The logo looks much better hand-drawn, and sometimes I'd write "C O M I C S" up the right side for dramatic effect. In the case of Decomic Men comics, it would be... US: $2,000,000.00 Canada: $2,000,000.60 ...because everything costs sixty cents more in Canada. I drew comics up until highschool. After that, I realized that I had no talent. I couldn't draw anything but robots, and I wanted to draw people very badly. I'd been good for my age in fifth grade, but now I wasn't anything special. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I do now. I've got an idea, a good one. I just gotta' start from scratch and learn how to draw. I know it can be done. This is gonna' rock. Nicole, please feel better. I'm going to call you as soon as I can. Current Mood: determinedCurrent Music: Diamond Head - The Prince | | Tuesday, June 13th, 2006 | | 5:40 pm |
That didn't go as planned.
So, remember how I was saying I asked that girl out? Well, since she didn't give me a real straight answer, I approached her again on Thursday. She said: "I don't want to sound like a jerk or anything, but-" and I cut her off. I smiled and said: "Don't worry about it. Thanks anyway." I was pretty cordial about it. Oh well. I was kinda' surprised at how well I took it; I didn't sweat it, y'know? It was over and done and that was that. Next time, Bond. Next time. Ten-page history report:Ended up only being eight pages, but ten was supposed to be a liberal maximum, and I think the paper turned out okay. I'm completely done with school, and I estimate that I'll be receiving three As and a C in Math. Worst-case scenario: two As, a B, and a C (same grades as last semester), which would be fine by me. I now have two whole days off. Two whole days. That sort of free time is, by my standards, unfathomable. I'll try to make good use of it. Metallica:My friend, Kevin, lent me all of his Metallica CDs. I asked for 'em because I'd left mine at home (Massachusetts) and hadn't heard them in a while. Metallica is AMAZING. Incredible. Astounding. I find myself most commonly listening to "Master of Puppets" and especially "...And Justice for All". Everyone on Earth would be doing themselves a favor if they sat through the entire ...And Justice album. They shaped my childhood, and that's no exaggeration. Awesome. Cowboy Bebop:The same way I watched Trigun, I watched Cowboy Bebop: on YouTube, in between classes. All the episodes were in Japanese. Holy fucking cow, this show is the best. Others come close, but no anime evokes emotion or love for characters like this one. I will remember every scene for the rest of my life. Episodes I particularly liked: Cowboy Andy, the one with the Cathedral ("Ballad of Fallen Angels", I think?) and the final episode. Too awesome for words. Math final:I guess I already covered this. My teacher gave me the option of taking the C (my current grade), or I could take the final in an effort to improve that grade. I chose not to sabotage my future, and a C was fine by me. Hey, that rhymed. X-Men III: (spoilers, though I'm pretty sure everyone has seen it anyway) I'm kinda' worn out with regards to talking about this movie. At first, I was all excited and I wanted to tell everyone, but it's been a while, and I've already said what I had to say, so I'll paraphrase: I was surprised that so many people were effectively "killed". Scott (literally), Jean (literally), Rogue (lost her powers), Mystique (lost powers), Xavier (obliterated?! Who saw that coming? Yes, yes, I stayed until the end of the credits), and Magneto (lost his powers, though my FAVORITE scene in the whole movie is when he's sitting at the chess board in the park; he looks like a sad old man, but he moved the piece and I was SO happy). The second one remains my favorite. I got a digital camera. Anything I should be taking pictures of? Current Mood: relievedCurrent Music: Metallica - ...And Justice for All | | Wednesday, May 31st, 2006 | | 12:47 am |
You got guts, kid.
I asked a girl out today. Her name is Nicole Yamagawa, and she's in my creative writing class. She said: "I should let you know, I just recently got out of a really bad relationship (at which point I nodded in as understanding a fashion as I could), but I think I'd still like to hang out with you and see how it goes (or something like that). At the very least, we can still be friends, right?" I think that's a good thing. In any case, I'm glad it happened. Now, back to writing my ten-page history report. I'll post a more detailed update relatively soon. It will involve Metallica, Cowboy Bebop, and my math final (or lack thereof), as well as X-Men III. Current Mood: happyCurrent Music: Metallica - Disposable Heroes | | Tuesday, May 9th, 2006 | | 12:57 am |
The Bell Tolls for Thee
It's been just over a year since the Opel. I figured it's been long enough where I can reveal its name without sounding too absurd. I called it "Sunshine". Current Mood: bittersweet, emphasis on sweetCurrent Music: Helloween - A Tale That Wasn't Right | | Friday, April 28th, 2006 | | 12:25 am |
Questions
I was asked the following: 1. Where do your nightmares place you?I haven't had a memorable nightmare in a long time, but it was usually some kind of dark forest, or something along those lines. Forgive me, that must sound awfully cliche. 2. Given the choice of one or the other, would you accept one year of love or a lifetime of material comfort?Assuming that in choosing one, I would not be denied the other, I would probably take the material comfort, because love can be found. You probably meant, however, that I can't have my cake and eat it to, and so I'd choose a year of love. I'd hope it'd last more than a year, though. 3. Describe your dream robot.Giant. Go go Gekigangar 3! Actually, it'd be all white. Or orange. Maybe both. It'd have a sword, too. It would look awesome. 4. Congratulations, you can take as a tutor any historical person, alive or dead. From whom would you desire lessons?BRUCE LEE. Best guy ever. 5. In your eyes, what is the worst sin? Alternatively, what do you find most annoying?Do you mean of the cardinal / "deadly" sins? If so, I'd probably have to say avarice. In a very general way, it is the source of all the world's problems. The most annoying sin (if that's what you meant, sorry if it wasn't) is pride. NOTE: These answers may not be entirely accurate. Just figured I'd let you know.It stemmed from this, which is sorta' one of those "pass it on" LJ things, but don't feel obligated to:Rules: Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me." I will respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. Current Mood: cheerfulCurrent Music: Kamelot - When All the Lights are Out |
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