walking through walls
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
 
damn mac keyboards , made me clear all my words I have typed... I'll try to sum it up again...

With one more year left of undergrad ahead of me, I feel as if i'm on the last mile, the last turn etc... but all of a sudden, little speed bumps and traps lay ahead of me. just when I think i'm close fate slaps me on the head and says "hey asshole, i'm not through with you yet"
Like the proverbial carrot dangling in front of the mule, I am in this constant battle to "finish" my undergrad life, never stopping to think along the way.
And therein lies the problem, I have been so obsessed with finishing school, finishing all my education that I have not taken the time to enjoy college, I have not really taken a step back and appreciate all I have learned.
It seems that life is made that way, we are here to learn, produce , and consume..with little room for any else.
With all the opportunity that is thrown my way, sometimes all I can think about is.."when this is done, it will be great"
I don't really realize the potential I have to change my life and maybe even the lives of others. If I just take time to enjoy what I'm doing, I may learn a thing or two. I need to appreciate all that is happening to me, appreciate the hard work I did and most of all my parents did to get me here..
So.... with the beginning of the last year of undergrad existence I have one motto : "enjoy" enjoy the reading, the tests, the homework, the heartache/break, the long nights, the frustration, the happiness, the love, the hate, enjoy the good food, the bad food, the good people, the great people, the bad people, enjoy the sadness, the loud music under my floor, enjoy the gum on the soles of my shoes. I really do think that If i just sit back and enjoy all that is happening to me, it would be more fulfilling than any graduation ceremony could be.
anyone care to sit back and enjoy life with me?
 
Wednesday, August 21, 2002
 
due to lack of a fast and dependable internet connection, I have not been able to check my mail or update blogs lately. sorry about that.. I am doing well, except for this damn heat induced rash that I seem to have inherited from my father (thanks dad). I am having fun, doing absolutely nothing productive, just watching movies and going to TP's for Karaoke. Ed tore it up tonight with his version of "how come you don't call me anymore" by prince.
i've been cooking alot lately. I figure I better get my cooking time in before I get too busy for school.
anyways... nothing much else to write on..take care all
 
Thursday, August 08, 2002
 
First off, props to Tedd and my whole MAASU crew for a great meeting of the minds. I am definately positive about this year (knock on wood). Hopefully we'll be able to make a small ripple in the big pond of APA student activism.
Also, big props to my roomie Eddy for housing me in "chi-town" After telling me at various times that I looked like a) a dirty mexican b) a truck driver and c) a traffic cop, he took me around the chicago that I have not seen. We went to the hipster area on belmont, and we went to the infamous "boystown" interesting if you ask me. I have never seen rainbow flag totem poles. nevertheless... quite the learning experience.
We went to the improv olympics, where I watched eddy bravely make a fool of himself while at the same time trying to talk to the cute girl next to me... both attempts were only moderately successful.
We also saw Wilcos documentary " I am trying to break your heart" It was indeed a little gem , just luck that the filmmaker was able to capture such a turbulent time for the band. What was most exciting for me though were the creative sessions the band had. Jeff Tweedy, frontman, said that in order to create great songs he had to make the song and then destroy it. only by recreating the song in new ways can you innovate. that is damn cool, having been listening to the album for about 4 months.. it was great to hear them go through different versions of the songs I have been a fan of. after each performance, my goofy ass almost clapped..

thanky ou much eddy for the good time, and hopefully dear readers (if there are any left) you will begin to see more of me ..
 
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