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I'm sitting here at Paco's place, eating Top Ramen out of my rainbow mug with my wooden chopsticks and thinking I should update on life.
Yesterday I finished my last final of my first semester at UC Berkeley, and I don't think I did that well, but I was shocked by how relieved I felt when it was over. I've been reflecting on what I've learned, both about life and about myself in the last 5 months. I do think my next semester will be easier for me, now that I know what is expected of me. But who knows? All I know is that if next semester ends up like this one, I will find something else to do with my life.
Yesterday was also the day I finished packing all my shit and moved out of the dorms to Paco's apartment, for now. I'll be staying with him for the next month or so, until my intended roommates are ready to move out here. And if things don't work out with them, I'll find another living arrangement. I was ranting/whining at Pam about it, and she was like yo, not the end of the world. there's infinite shit you can do. And gave me some options. So I'm not stressing about it at all.
The living arrangement with Paco.. well it's 3 guys in this apartment and me. Juan and Shane broke the door to the bathroom so it doesn't close all the way or lock. They don't do dishes, ever. I don't think these floors have ever seen a vaccuum. Juan and Shane hit up on the freaking wall with spraypaint. Last night, Christian and Juan and Shane were throwing water balloons out the window at people [we're on the 12th floor]. Juan and Shane say that gay people are second class citizens and that women will never make it far because we are the weaker sex. Juan still owes Dominique 60 bucks from when she stayed here. But they're actually not awful people. They're okay to be around. This is gonna be interesting, to say the least. I think I'm going to use them in a fic. Nods.
I'm considering rewriting Valley Christian High School. In third person and with more details and through a different voice. It'll still be Rob's story, giving no details he's not yet ready to acknowledge. And the story itself will be the same, only I think I should highlight the important events. But I looked back over it and it's like fuck, 36 pages, single-spaced, size 10 font? That's a lot of work. Anyway, I'm considering it.
I was also thinking about writing original fiction when I finish my works in progress [Warrick is Early, VCHS, Untitled, Whore]. Original will help me take my mind off of what plots people will enjoy and which they won't. And give me a chance to really explore the world of my mind outside of Chester, Mike, Rob, Brad, Mikey, Gerard, Warrick, Greg, and Nick. I don't know, though.
Living in the city. I love it. It's cold, and I oddly like it. And uhm, I live 12 floors above Serenity. Serenity, who I have somehow not really talked about yet. Let's see, I first heard about Serenity back September 2006, when Paco pronounced her as his wife. I was jealous, but never said anything because that was their business, not mine. It wasn't until I moved to Berkeley and came to the city to kick it with Paco that we actually hung out and she's great! Funny, cute, sweet. Affectionate.. well, not towards me, but I guess people she's comfortable with? The second or third time I came to the city, she spent like the whole time flirting with Nique, which was really cute. We've hung out a handful of times since then, and I don't know. I kinda get the feeling she might like me [she was really excited when she found out I was staying here; sends me messages every so often, telling me she misses me; other little things], but really don't know. They keep tellign me to ask her, but it's really not that simple. I'll feel like a narcissistic paranoid idiot if I'm wrong, and I wouldn't even know what to do if she said yes.
Oh. If you haven't gathered, I have a huge crush on her. She's fucking great. I need to learn to just make a move and stop obsessing over stupid shit.
And there's something else I wanted to rant about, but this is neither the space nor the time. The person that it concerns deserves more than an LJ confession not even directed at xyr.
p.s. Hi Hayley. molests.
Yesterday I finished my last final of my first semester at UC Berkeley, and I don't think I did that well, but I was shocked by how relieved I felt when it was over. I've been reflecting on what I've learned, both about life and about myself in the last 5 months. I do think my next semester will be easier for me, now that I know what is expected of me. But who knows? All I know is that if next semester ends up like this one, I will find something else to do with my life.
Yesterday was also the day I finished packing all my shit and moved out of the dorms to Paco's apartment, for now. I'll be staying with him for the next month or so, until my intended roommates are ready to move out here. And if things don't work out with them, I'll find another living arrangement. I was ranting/whining at Pam about it, and she was like yo, not the end of the world. there's infinite shit you can do. And gave me some options. So I'm not stressing about it at all.
The living arrangement with Paco.. well it's 3 guys in this apartment and me. Juan and Shane broke the door to the bathroom so it doesn't close all the way or lock. They don't do dishes, ever. I don't think these floors have ever seen a vaccuum. Juan and Shane hit up on the freaking wall with spraypaint. Last night, Christian and Juan and Shane were throwing water balloons out the window at people [we're on the 12th floor]. Juan and Shane say that gay people are second class citizens and that women will never make it far because we are the weaker sex. Juan still owes Dominique 60 bucks from when she stayed here. But they're actually not awful people. They're okay to be around. This is gonna be interesting, to say the least. I think I'm going to use them in a fic. Nods.
I'm considering rewriting Valley Christian High School. In third person and with more details and through a different voice. It'll still be Rob's story, giving no details he's not yet ready to acknowledge. And the story itself will be the same, only I think I should highlight the important events. But I looked back over it and it's like fuck, 36 pages, single-spaced, size 10 font? That's a lot of work. Anyway, I'm considering it.
I was also thinking about writing original fiction when I finish my works in progress [Warrick is Early, VCHS, Untitled, Whore]. Original will help me take my mind off of what plots people will enjoy and which they won't. And give me a chance to really explore the world of my mind outside of Chester, Mike, Rob, Brad, Mikey, Gerard, Warrick, Greg, and Nick. I don't know, though.
Living in the city. I love it. It's cold, and I oddly like it. And uhm, I live 12 floors above Serenity. Serenity, who I have somehow not really talked about yet. Let's see, I first heard about Serenity back September 2006, when Paco pronounced her as his wife. I was jealous, but never said anything because that was their business, not mine. It wasn't until I moved to Berkeley and came to the city to kick it with Paco that we actually hung out and she's great! Funny, cute, sweet. Affectionate.. well, not towards me, but I guess people she's comfortable with? The second or third time I came to the city, she spent like the whole time flirting with Nique, which was really cute. We've hung out a handful of times since then, and I don't know. I kinda get the feeling she might like me [she was really excited when she found out I was staying here; sends me messages every so often, telling me she misses me; other little things], but really don't know. They keep tellign me to ask her, but it's really not that simple. I'll feel like a narcissistic paranoid idiot if I'm wrong, and I wouldn't even know what to do if she said yes.
Oh. If you haven't gathered, I have a huge crush on her. She's fucking great. I need to learn to just make a move and stop obsessing over stupid shit.
And there's something else I wanted to rant about, but this is neither the space nor the time. The person that it concerns deserves more than an LJ confession not even directed at xyr.
p.s. Hi Hayley. molests.