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Name: Samuel
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 4/3/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: gaming, building computers, reading up on technology, daydreaming, staring off into outer space
Expertise: Sarcasm, Cynicism, Sports, being an idiot, among others
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
12/8/2002
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| Been a long time since I wrote in this thing. Seems like blogging as a whole is starting to die. Either that or xanga is dying. I can't figure out which.
Work is work. Nothing more, nothing less. I guess I did meet the VP of my Technology Infrastructure Group today. Seems to be a chill guy. Maybe one of these days if I stick around long enough I'll get to be a VP too.
My roommate has taken over my xbox360 because of the release of Halo 3. I guess that's fine by me since I'm not really interested in any of the games I have for it. Nothing's fun when the only person around isn't interested in any of the games that I do have. Maybe I'll play Street Fighter again in preparation for the HD version of Super Street Fighter 2 Turbo.
Earlier today I was pretty damn close to giving up on the whole female gender again. It just boggles my mind that some of em are willing to do anything for a guy even when he treats her like total shit, and there's me just sitting here wondering when I'll even hangout with a girl. Kinda sad. Then there are the girls who're like gimme a call this weekend. I give them a call. No answer. Try it again, no answer. Never get a call back. What the hell? Why do I even bother?
Weekend coming up. I don't even know what's going to happen this weekend. I thought I had plans, but those might've gone up in smoke. We'll see. I foresee a lot of vegetating. Possibly. And an upset stomach watching Cal play.
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| I don't understand why my imagination always seems to wander. It's funny. In my imagination, I can do no wrong. Everything I touch turns to gold in that wonderful imagination of mine. Everything turns out just the way I want it to. Of course, that's not how the world works. Nothing comes out the way I want in the real world.
I don't understand why I daydream about a life that I'll never have. It's like I wish and hope so badly for an alternate world instead of being happy in my current one. I guess it's the realization that the real world really isn't all that much fun. I guess living the life that I'd like to live wouldn't be all that great either because I tend to hate things that I *have* to do to survive.
I really don't know what there is to look forward to right now. Everything seems so bleak and monotonous. Admittedly, I'm not very inspired by what's going on right now. It's not that I hate my job. I actually like what I'm doing. It's really the grind of having to go to work in the morning, coming back in the evening and having to figure out what I'm going to do that night for dinner. I can't eat out every night, or else what's left of my "not much left" becomes even smaller. Plus that's massively unhealthy. I'm already out of shape enough as it is. I also don't understand how some people have the energy to go to the gym after a long ass day at work. All I want to do is crawl into bed and just sleep.
My brain keeps fucking with me. I don't understand why I keep having negative thoughts about a life that really isn't all that bad. Be happy damnit.
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| There's something therapeutic about smacking the shit out of a tennis ball.
Same goes with cranking up the volume on good music.
Makes life seem not quite as bad as my twisted mind makes it out to be.
So i finally got around to playing tennis today for the first time in more than a month and a half. Timing is a little off, kinda sore, but all in all, i still got whatever was left of "it".
I guess my weekend didn't turn out to be as bad as I had feared considering going into it, I had no plans. I watched the Bourne Ultimatum on Saturday morning, 6 bucks, whoo hoo for cheap AMC tickets before noon on weekends. Played tennis today. Got some stuff done around my room by cleaning some of it up again. My room is always in a perpetual state of "messy". No matter how clean it gets, there's always something lying around.
Work is starting to take off. I got my first project the other day. I believe I have stuff due by the end of Sept, Oct, and November. Guess who can't wait for Thanksgiving to roll around? I probably won't be able to go to SoCal until then, but I guess I'll be busy enough. Besides, its not like i'm in a rush to go home to an 11pm curfew even though I'm a working adult.
Time to get ready for the start of the work week. Hooray.
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| I'm so disappointed in the whole rave culture.
Idiots high on ecastasy. Which really solves the question of pacifiers as fashion accessories. Apparently people high on ecstasy have an urge to chew something. So, every person on ecstasy generally has a pacifier. Well if that's the case i'd say 20% of the people at the Tiesto thing were on ecstasy. Oh, and hell someone asked me if I knew where to get some ecstasy. Do i look like i'm a druggie?
Idiots with lighted wires, necklaces full of glowsticks, rings with lights, and holding lights in your hands.
Idiots who smoked so much pot that I probably got high from the second hand smoke. Hell my clothes smell like i've been smoking all night long. Goddamnit.
The general assholeness of idiots who're pushing your way to the front such taht everyone's so crowded that I managed to get elbowed twice in the head.
I almost forgot about the shirtless middle aged fat men. Please, keep your shirts on. For humanity's sake.
The music itself was awesome. Like Armin, Tiesto probably could've played some more of his own classics like Adagio for Strings and Lethal Industry. The saddest thing is that the song that got the crowd really hyped up was his abomination of a remix of "He's a Pirate" from the PotC soundtrack. I guess to each his own, but that remix could've been done so much better. The general stupidity of the crowds at these things amaze me. That's all for now, will try to post what pics that I did take on my cell phone up to facebook in the morning.
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| So while I wait for people to wake up to go to the beach...I'll write some stuff in here to make it look like I'm not neglecting this thing.
So as most of ya'll know, I went clubbing on Sunday night. Went to Ruby Skye in SF to see Armin van Buuren spin his craft on the tables. I can't really complain much. Would've liked it if he had played some more classics, and the bass was...really overwhelming. I watch some of the videos on youtube of that night and I'm like...i don't remember hearing that. All i remember hearing is "BOOM"...Other than that, that night was freaking awesome. Good music, awesome DJ, great friends, all in all, good times. Looking forward to seeing DJ Tiesto next weekend =D. Thankfully this time it's on a Saturday night so i'm not screwed for work the next morning. If there's anything I learned from this night, go see your favorite singers/musicians perform live. There is nothing that compares to a live performance.
I guess that's it, time to go gas up the car and get ready for the beach =D.
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