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Saturday, January 05, 2008 ... Posted at 2:32 AM

hump hum hum san francisco
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I bet you all have been wondering where I have been for the past few days. Yeah, I am being lazy so I didn't update as scheduled, and I apologize for that. Right now, I am typing with my eyes closed and while I enjoy some beautiful space rock. So excuse any typoes. I am not seeing anything but the blackness of my eyelids. I am relying all on muscle memory to send you this message.

New Years was a mix between wonderful and awful. During the trip to San Francisco (where I remained for three days and two nights), I felt like someone's punching bag. I don't feel like divulging into the details of something so distasteful, so I am going to skip that. The best moment of the day, by far, was when I stood on top of this hill in San Francisco with Cheavarman and watched the explosions in the sky from away. We had some cider and we toasted to the new year coming. I paused then as I felt so awed ... 2008. years ago, when I was a freshmen entering high school, it felt so far away. And now it is here. I have half a year left to enjoy what childhood I had left. Though what childhood do I have? Or had, even.

Some people told me that I would regret working my life away, sometimes I do too ... but even if I went sent back in time I would still choose the same rigid path. Even if I was sent again the third time, I would choose the same path. That is just the way I am. I cannot change it and I won't really change it. Though people tend to shoot me strange looks about my antics, they can go have gay sex with themselves for all I care.

Wow, how did I get so far off the original topic? Uhh ... returning to the hill. It was marvelous. Only a native San Franciscan would know of it. I felt rather angry at myself because I didn't bring a camera with me, but even then, I doubt I could catch the splendor.

I went home that night and fell asleep around 2 AM. The next morning I woke up and took the bus all the way down Mission Street to the Metreon where I watched Sweeney Todd. It was a decent movie, I suppose. But the day after when I returned home and watched the original musical version, I was blown away. Then I was left to wonder whether or not the casts from the movie version was choosen because they had good looks and fame or whether or not they can actually SING! I think the answer is pretty obvious ... unfortunately.

Watching the movie was quite odd because the sound went out for a good five minutes and more than three-fourths of the audience left. After it was over, I recieved a free movie pass as a courtesy/apology. I wondered what I could possibly do with it considering I might not go up to San Francisco for a good while ... especially to watch a movie.

My party and I wandered around the streets for awhile. It was rather silent that day, which was rather strange. There were cars and the mutterings of people, but it just felt rather quiet to me. Then all of a sudden I heard a saxophone go off -- it was such a beautiful sound and it felt so lonely. Just like the streets of San Francisco. Unfortunately, I was too carried away listening to the beauty of the melody to that point where I completely forgt to give the guy some money. I later ran across another hobo who played the trumpet with the same level of skill, and I made sure to spare him some of the meager amount of money I had. I later came across a few drugged up hookers and hobos which I ignored completely. Cheavaraman noticed this and laughed, "Only if they play a musical instrument, huh?"

I ran into some more frustration later with someone, but again, ignore that. I don't need those memories floating in my head and making me more angry. Josh, Cheavaraman and I sat down on the first floor of my aunt's house and we watched an interesting programme called The 4400 -- which led into a gamut of interesting conversations from "Whether or not you would smother you baby to save yourself and many others from a dangerous situation" to something about how cheese decomposes. It was a pleasant night. Unfortunately, Cheavaraman's snoring bothered someone upstairs, so he was forced to sleep on the first floor with me.

It was quite comfortable to having Cheavaraman holding my hand and caressing my face as I slipped in and out of conciousness and eventually into the dream world. It suddenly brought up the thought of if I ever die, no way would be more peaceful than so.

So I returned home using the BART to get to Dublin. Mrs. Blackford drove us home the rest of the way and I returned to my domain ... where I became distracted with ePSXe, a PS1 emulator, for a good two days. Now everything has settled down, and I can truly focus on AcaDec.

Though lately I've become more and more irate concerning the obsession with people and politics in that class. I wish they'd divert their attention to the politics of the caucus instead -- or even more so to the--GASP--AcaDec material (that excludes fucking speech).

As fifteen minutes ago, before I opened NotePad and began to type this epic entry, I was reading about Music ... my weakness and fear. :(

Sigh ... I should head off to bed soon. Its rather late. I'll update with some photos later when its not 2:31 AM. Or whatever time this entry shows up as.

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