| Moving Day |
[Sep. 27th, 2008|12:46 pm] |
It's finally here. I am moving into Seattle this weekend. My roommate will be here on the 1st of October. Everything was moving so slowly and now it's all moving so fast.
I don't know when I will have Internet service again, but for now please feel free to call me on my cell if you would like the details. Just wait until this busy weekend has finished first, please, haha. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2008|09:30 pm] |
I love my friends.
You people are so much cooler than I could ever hope to be, and I am extremely grateful for your kindness and generosity.
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[Aug. 31st, 2008|11:07 pm] |
Though it was minor, I experienced my first ever panic attack yesterday.
What's happening to me?
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[Aug. 27th, 2008|12:36 am] |
If everything I build eventually burns, then why do I build it?
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[Aug. 7th, 2008|12:51 am] |
My life is a game. A very serious game.
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| Snail Mail, Meet Middle Finger |
[Jun. 20th, 2008|12:39 am] |
This is just another nail in the coffin for bureaucracy as far as I'm concerned. I mailed out a silly parking ticket I received this week only to have it returned to me because, get this, I was one cent shy of the required postage. I'm fairly certain that A) the sticker which proclaimed my hideous financial miscalculation as well as B) the time it took someone to slap the sticker on there must have cost more than one penny. Now I'm within the late fee range, potentially costing me $25 more due to my severe negligence.
I bet postal workers standing about the water cooler constantly bitch about people like me. |
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| Carpe Diem |
[Jun. 17th, 2008|01:42 am] |
Alright, listen. I don't like writing here anymore. I cannot pinpoint a precise moment when things switched for me, but this place just doesn't hold the same sanctuary as it once did. I'm writing this now because there's something important that I've been considering and I need some method of laying it out there so I can try and make some sense, some order from it all.
Here's the thing, okay, and it's going to sound silly when I say it - trust me, it did to me the first time it dawned on me - but it's true and I'm not the only one it affects so just bear with me here: I have no fucking idea what I want.
There, I said it. I'm fucking lost. Seriously, I'm pretty sure I know what feels good and I know what I've wanted in the past, but these days I've just been a nomad in my own ambitions. However, it has brought with it a surprising amount of clarity. I know, I know, I've said that before, but seriously, this is different.
How often are we honest with ourselves? I mean, really, truly honest? I used to think that I was incredibly open with my thoughts and feelings while posting in this journal, and yet I haven't finished a single entry in the past year and a half that hasn't left a bad taste in my mouth. It's as if I got the gist across but just couldn't bear to face the truth in the eye long enough to evoke it onto any physical medium.
At first, this thought made me feel weak. I figured, hell, everyone else seems to know what they're doing, why the fuck can't I? Am I so deeply flawed that I can't even look inside myself? I really seriously thought I was messed up. It took me a while before I realized that yes, actually, I am. But! I'm not alone. In fact, I'm convinced that nearly every single one of us has no real idea of what we want.
And you know what? That's okay. I mean, don't get me wrong here, it's stupid and senseless and completely ridiculous that we sometimes can't even figure out what the fuck we want to eat for lunch, but that doesn't make us stupid and senseless and completely ridiculous. It just makes us human. At least, that's what I like to think. If we all suffer from this condition, then it must be a part of what we are, right?
The bizarre thing is, though, is that not only do we all have this crazy inability to really figure ourselves out, but many of us - most of us, actually - have the silly ability to convince other people that we know what we want. It isn't hard, really, because without years of experience none of us know each other, so it's a pretty easy thing to tell someone you're right on track when really you're not sure where your track is or even how the hell you're going to ride it.
So why can't we be honest with each other? Why aren't we all wandering the streets, scratching our heads and shrugging at each other? Wouldn't things be so much easier for us all if we were straightforward with our wants and desires?
Aside from the obvious reason that, well, that would be pretty boring, I'd argue that it would actually make things harder for us. You see, if we all came right out and said we didn't know what we wanted and we gave up our current pursuits to help each other figure it out, how the hell could any of us get anywhere? Everyone would be on the same level, on the same page, and none of us would be able to offer anyone else any different information or advice.
Perhaps it's just my faulty upbringing talking here, but I like to think of life as one big game. Everyone was dealt a different hand, and we're all trying to make do with the cards we've got. Now, if we stopped to be honest with each other and try and figure out what we want on an individual level, we would all be throwing away our cards. Everyone would be starting over, leaving behind precisely that which made them an individual in the first place. It would be a disaster.
So here we are, then, playing this game. And what else can we do, really? The hand was dealt to us regardless of whether we wanted it or not, so we might as well make the best of it. Does it matter that we aren't sure what it means to make the best of it? No, I don't think so. After all, accomplishing our goals may be great and all, but it's the shit we have to go through on our way there that really defines us. One of the greatest musicians of our time once said, "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans."
So to hell with our apprehension at what the future holds for us. Where we're going isn't as important as how we're getting there and dammit, I don't know about you, but I'm going to have as much fun as I can along the way.
Carpe diem. |
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| Musically Concordant |
[May. 16th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
It has become increasingly apparent to me the role music plays in establishing my sense of well-being. I am and have always been an aural person, so it comes as no surprise that my mood can be drastically affected by whatever song I am listening to at any given moment. For example, I tend to loop such dark songs as Paper Rival's "Alabama" or Lucia Micarelli's "Reflexio" while writing some of my more... moody posts. Right now, inspired by the beautiful weather and the opportunities presented by the imminent weekend, I am listening to Steel Train's "Firecracker" instead.
However, for me, nothing can compare to a live concert. The flashing of the stage lights and cameras dancing in the air, the thumping of the bass beat against your chest, the feeling of the crowd ebbing and flowing around you, it's so intense and energetic and rarely fails to inspire me. I have been lucky enough to attend many, many dozens of concerts in my lifetime and I do not see an end in sight to this hobby.
So imagine my excitement when I won a pair of tickets to a local band's show just the other night! I had just left aerials class when I turned on the radio in my car and listened as Jordin interviewed members of the Seattle-based band Barcelona on 107.7 The End. It wasn't long before I realized that the band members were very down-to-Earth, intelligent, cool people. Inspired by their excitement at having recently completed a tour, I jumped at the opportunity when Jordin offered tickets to the next caller. I've tried many times before, but never got through, so it was a bit of a shock when, just a few moments later, I found myself chatting with Jordin and the band. I was told that I would get a call from Promotions the next day.
Sadly, though, the call never came and my roommate Tristan ducked out on me, choosing to stay in and nap instead of accompany me to a concert. Heartbroken, I moped about work, asking coworker friends if they would want to join me in going to a concert, even if we would have to pay. I was put down by Tristan's reticence and The End's irresponsibility, but I was determined to attend the concert even if I had to pay my own way. Hell, even if I had to pay someone else's way also.
Eventually I found someone who would go, so we set off. After grabbing a quick bite, we made our way to The Nectar Lounge, a classy little place in Fremont where the band was playing. We walked past the long line of scenesters and indie chicks where I found the bouncer and proceeded to take a shot in the dark. I told him I was on the guest list, gave him my name, and nervously waited for him to search the list for my potentially non-existent entry. As luck would have it, The End didn't completely screw up, so the bouncer scratched my name off the list and let us in.
The concert itself was amazing. Despite being here for over three years, I have yet to explore the local music scene beyond an occasional electronica or Presidents of the United States of America show. I must say that Barcelona was incredible, which was genuinely surprising given that they are an indie band, untested and unsigned. My friend was great about being close to the stage, the crowd was super energetic, and the band was smiling and having fun. I couldn't have asked for a better show to help lift my spirits. On my way out, I spotted Jordin so I stopped to thank her before I left.
I spent my lunch break today walking out to get lunch and playing cards in the gorgeous weather, then was treated to grilled burgers and beer for dinner by Surreal. Tonight I am expecting friends over for Battlestar Galactica, tomorrow I'll be attending a friend's birthday party and Sunday will see me return to roleplaying Exalted, something which I've been desperately craving for the past few days. All in all, I am feeling much better now that Summer is hinting at its presence and that I have been spending more time listening to music.
In fact, I've been so uplifted and inspired by the recent events that I have been exploring opportunities for learning a new instrument. Guitar is satisfying and easy, so I do not see myself dropping it any time soon, but I am becoming a little bored of it and am interested in broadening my horizons. I've spent time with the piano, violin, snare drum (long story), clarinet, alto saxophone, baritone saxophone, guitar and bass guitar, so perhaps it's time for me to explore another musical instrument.
Whether I wind up picking up another instrument or not, at the very least I will do my best to not forget how great an impact music has on me. The next time I'm feeling downtrodden I may turn to the Temptations instead of Nick Cave. |
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| The End of Another Relationship |
[Mar. 10th, 2008|10:55 pm] |
As I sat there, stranded on the side of Interstate 5 until the approaching tow truck would eventually reach me and my stubborn vehicle, I wondered how it was that I had come to that point. I mean, I knew that I had traveled south to get there, but what I struggled with was how I had allowed myself to invest so much in something that never truly gave anything back to me. I'm told that there is such a thing as unconditional love, a situation in which a person does precisely what I just described, yet it's fair to say that my relationship with my car was far from that.
In fact, at times I wondered if I loathed it, hated it for inconsistently failing to hold itself together for any respectable length of time. It was these feelings of despair that swirled in my head that night, feelings which would not stay put and were set loose upon the inanimate object as I hammered upon the unresponsive steering wheel and counted off the nice things I had done for something that would never know or care. It's the story of my life, really.
Boy invests heavily in an ideal. Boy unquestioningly follows that ideal, helping it whenever it fails in the belief that it's merely a misstep in an otherwise perfect plan. Boy becomes irritated at repeated failures, yet does not turn from the ideal, hoping that it will improve if given enough time. Boy is eventually - ultimately - slapped in the face by the ideal as it proves once and for all that it wasn't entirely the ideal that the boy believed it to be. Boy leaves that ideal behind, a little hurt but a little wiser, only to find yet another ideal to follow. Repeat ad infinitum.
I'm not sure if this is a curse of temperament of which I am one of few who suffer, or if this is perhaps indicative of a greater issue, a flaw with the human system as it is. Either way, I suppose it's a natural part of me and that I should just learn to accept it.
However, before the next ideal reveals itself, I find myself in a unique position in life. As strange as it may sound, ever since my car died, I have been experiencing a feeling of freedom that I had not known in a while. Though I understand fully well that I am without the ability to travel anywhere I desired at a whim, I also understand that I am no longer tied to a financial cinder block. I am free of the weight which had absorbed so much of my income since its adoption, a mistake which I am now most certainly learning from.
Will I replace that pretty-yet-cursed vehicle? At this point I am honestly unsure. There is, admittedly, a part of me which is tugging at my shirt and pointing to an apartment in Seattle, claiming that there is now less reason to argue against it. Yet there is another part of me that believes that I will soon grow tired of life without wheels, having had them for the better part of eight years now, and that I could replace them in due course with newer, better ones.
No matter the result, I am at least rid of something which had been a major source of stress for some time. Believe me when I say that I loved that car, but it was not a mutual relationship, and having its engine seize up on me has caused me to realize that really, in the long run it would have only served to cause me even more stress. Though the method in which I have lost my car was far from an ideal one, I will accept it as a natural turn of events, one which will lead me in a better, happier direction. |
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| Passage |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|01:16 am] |
If you haven't heard of Passage, a freeware game developed by an indie game developer, perhaps it's time you gave it a try. Someone posted this in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) digipen and I was so affected by it I thought I would cross-post it here. If you have five free minutes, I highly recommend you head to this website, download the game and play it through to the end. Then, if you are so inclined, please share your experience with me. I'm curious to know what path you took and how you felt afterwards.
( Read the rest after you've played it once ) |
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| Computational Psychoanalysis Results |
[Feb. 28th, 2008|12:03 am] |
The results are in! Here's the bar graph of my journal that ljArchive spit out after careful deliberation of every word I've ever written in this journal.
Didn't see that coming, did you? Well, actually, one of you did. Congratulations to Shelly (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) shelly_guts) for successfully guessing an astonishing two out of three results! Her copy of Stranglehold is well deserved indeed.
Special thanks goes to Melissa (teh_dirty_robot) for making a noble attempt! As for the rest of you who didn't even compete, well, you fail. I'm actually pretty disappointed that only two people bothered to hazard a guess. I mean, really, how hard is it to write down five words? I even offered you a copy of Stranglehold! Maybe none of you like John Woo or John Woo-related paraphernalia, whatever.
As a reward for putting forth some effort, I'm going to give Melissa a copy of Stranglehold as well! Maybe next time you slackers will actually make an attempt.
Anyways, as for the results of this analysis, do I really post about the "unknown" that much? What does that even mean anyways? As for "voyage" well, that one was a no-brainer especially considering how often I have been posting about my deep desire to move out and live in the city recently. And "expressive behavior" makes sense because, simply put, I'm an expressive person. I talk a lot about what I do and how I do it, so yeah. Yet I am surprised that I didn't score higher in "abstraction". I think I may have skewed the results with my overuse of complicated metaphors. |
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| Computational Psychoanalysis |
[Feb. 26th, 2008|12:07 am] |
My good friend shelly_guts informed me of the helpful ljArchive application, a tool which allows a user to back up the entirety of their LiveJournal into a single file. However, the most interesting aspect of ljArchive is the Regressive Imagery Dictionary Analysis, a plugin that searches through every entry and picks out all of the action words, tallying them up into different categories. The end result is a printout of those categories which you tend to write about the most, thus offering a unique insight into your emotions and thinking processes. This sounded like a fun thing to try; however, Shelly suggested I turn it into a game and I happily agreed.
The rules are simple: go to the RID Analysis website linked here, select five categories which you believe I scored the highest in (using "Everyone" as the baseline) and post them in a comment to this entry. Sound like fun? No? Well, I suspected that might happen. So in the hopes of attracting more entries, I will be offering a prize for the person who matches the most categories. The winner will receive a brand new copy of Stranglehold for the Xbox 360. I just happen to have a copy sitting around (it seems working for Midway has its perks) and I'd like to see it in a friend's hands. Don't have a 360? Whatever, guess anyways! This is just for fun and I'm only using the game to get more people interested in competing.
I will accept entries until about midnight (PST) on Wednesday evening, at which point I will post the results. Something tells me that - for most people, at least - this is going to be harder than it seems... |
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| Drumroll, Please |
[Feb. 4th, 2008|09:35 am] |
For those who may be interested, the current project I am working on will be announced on ign.com today at 2pm PST. I can safely say that everyone I work with will be frantically F5'ing this link later today.
This announcement brought to you by the letter V.
EDIT: Looks like it's going to be a bit later than that, folks! Guess I totally had you fooled there. Should be up by 5pm, but who knows? Incompetency abounds!
EDIT 2: Well, it's up now and there's already comments, too. Let me know what you think. |
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| Slowly Finding Ourselves |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|05:38 pm] |
The easiest explanation I could offer for why I was drifting from my roommates was that I had simply become a different person. I felt that our paths were leading in separate directions. Though similar, these paths no longer shared the same basic interests.
It wasn't until Tristan was laid off that I started to better understand our situation. He seemed a much happier person, and I was secretely grateful for what appeared to be - on the surface, at least - a dark turn of events.
I realized that Tristan was miserable not because of his lifestyle choices outside of work, choices that I would often pick on him about, but instead he was miserable because of his job. And once he didn't have that anymore, he looked as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Since the layoff, we've played Rock Band together and gone out to eat and talked at length about the future. I've learned a lot about him that I should have known much earlier. Beyond what I have learned of Tristan personally, I have learned a great lesson on friendship.
Most of all, I discovered that while helpful suggestions and advice can never hurt a friend, attempting to convince them to do something they don't care for, even when under the guise of being in their best interest, can hurt. Everyone will make their own decisions when it comes to their lifestyle and while, as a friend, one can help to influence those decisions, ultimately we cannot make the final call for them.
I have come to accept Tristan's choices and have vowed not to give him any more grief if I happen to disagree. Already, our friendship has regained the strength it lost in the past few weeks, and I am feeling less antsy about moving out. Though, to be honest, the feeling is still there.
The best outcome of this would be that Tristan gets a job at a company in Seattle. That way, we could all move into the city together. Somehow I doubt this outcome will come to pass, but it's still a nice thought.
In all reality, I will likely move out. We may not be at each other's throats anymore, but I still feel out of place. It's comfortable, being here in a quiet house in suburbia, but I feel that living here is like skipping ahead, like this time of my life could be better spent somewhere where I can be young and active. I can see myself living here once I am older and am ready to settle down, but that is quite a ways off.
I'm starting to notice how much I talk about this. I feel like I suffer from some form of tunnel vision, one that will not let me see anything other than living in Seattle. I really, really need to figure this out because it's killing me. |
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| Time Is a Valuable Thing |
[Jan. 8th, 2008|01:23 am] |
The more time I spend trying to fit in, the more I realize that I just don't fit into this household. I'm getting sick and tired of the hypocrisy and prejudice that seeps from nearly every pore of this house and I am not sure how much longer I can last before I snap.
Just last night I was told by Tristan, the "eldest" of the house (in other words, the person who rents the master bedroom and who collects the rent checks) that I was not responsible enough to care for a cat. I had approached him with the idea as a friend, in a curious and half-serious manner, before he turned against me. He mentioned that if I were to be more social, as I have been striving for more recently, then I would not be present often enough to care for an animal. I found this to be an incredulous prejudice. How could he possibly comprehend what I could or could not care for?
I asked Tristan if he had ever taken care of a cat and at this he scoffed, claiming to have overseen the livelihoods of not one, but three felines at some point in his life. I countered with the evidence that if he could care for that many animals without having any semblance of a life, then surely I could care for a single creature despite having just over twice as much of a life as he.
Obviously, this did not sit well with him and he continued to defend his position, stating that he was not interested in the smell of cat feces permeating our household. Naturally, I attempted to counter this argument with offers that I would clean the litter box regularly and that, given that I saw my previous cat to the grand old age of 17 years, I have plenty of experience in the matter. But he wouldn't have it. He refused to cave in on this matter, preferring instead to retreat to his room to play more World of Warcraft than to pursue the debate further.
His ignorant persistence and the collective apathy of my other roommates has begun to wear upon my conviction. I am beginning to wonder how I have managed to live with them for this long. I am starting to believe that I am walking down a path so far removed from theirs that I cannot even share the same air space without colliding with them in some form. Our argument over a theoretical pet was just another sign of our continued interest in separate paths, and I am beginning to wonder just how long I can keep up with this charade.
Really, though, that's what it feels like. Living with people who play WoW constantly, who refuse to accompany me to the gym or bar, who prefer to sit and rot in their high-paying yet ultimately dead-end jobs than to even consider the opportunity of advancement elsewhere... It all feels like I'm lying to myself. I feel like I'm pretending to be something I'm not just on the off chance that my efforts will actually improve someone, will truly cause them to take a second look at what they are doing to their lives and give them hope for the future.
But when I consider that, I ask myself: who am I to decide what is best for these people? What kind of person would I be if I were to presume that which would be best for them? Have I really succeeded so well in my life that I can safely dictate the decisions of others?
The answer is no. No, I cannot determine what is best for my roommates. I cannot decide their fate for them. That is up to them. I am able to offer them insight into methods and opportunities which they may not have previously considered, but in the end, the decision is theirs to make. Short of placing a gun at their temple, I cannot make that decision for them.
And yet I despair for them. I fear that their lives will take them to safe places, areas which have been traveled so thoroughly that they will never experience anything truly unique in their lifetimes. I fear that they will never truly find their place and yet... again I return to my own uncertainty, for who am I to tell them which path they must follow?
So the obvious conclusion, then, is not to look upon my fellow man as I have so commonly done in the recent past, but instead to look upon myself. Who am I to tell myself which path I must follow? Clearly, I am the dictator in this situation and clearly, I have determined that this path is not one that I am content to follow. Yet, where do I go from here? I am alone in this quest, seemingly adrift in a dark sea, searching for a companion that - for now, at least - just isn't there. Do I take the dive, leave this place, find my own apartment, and hope for the best? Or do I wait, biding my time until I find another who shares this goal of mine, one of self-discovery and adventure, one which leads us into an apartment in downtown Seattle?
This is the question that currently haunts my mind as with it comes a time limit. I know of a few who would join me in the Emerald City, but their allegiance comes at a serious price: time.
And time is a commodity which I feel is quickly running out between myself and my cohabitants. |
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| The Auction of Bill Carlson's Mattress! |
[Jan. 4th, 2008|01:17 am] |
Crossposted from mattressauction
It is with great pleasure that I announce here, available for the first time anywhere ever, a unique relic of DigiPen's past! This legendary item is known to many as [Bill Carlson's Mattress of Unspeakable Obscenities] and can be yours if the price is right! That's right, friend, you can own the very item that saw Bill through many "adventures" as he stood hard and tall against the whorde. Some prefer that these "adventures" instead be named as "horrors" and still others claim they were "short stories" but none can deny the power this legendary item bestows upon its master.
Complete stats:
[Bill Carlson's Mattress of Unspeakable Obscenities]
Binds when picked up
Unique
Mattress
+100 Stamina
-50 Intellect (Female)
+20 Spirit
Equip: Increases hardness by 12.
Equip: Improves your chances of getting laid by at least 70%
Chance on hit: Blasts your enemy with an unstoppable wave of energy, dealing 300 Nature damage and causing your target to flee in terror.
"Wait, why are there Cat5 cables tied to your bedposts?"
So act now and you can be the proud owner of this powerful and incredibly rare item! 
( Fine Print ) |
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| Viewtiful |
[Nov. 6th, 2007|06:59 pm] |
I stitched together this image out of the pictures I took from just outside my window at work the other day. I doubt I'm going to see clear skies for a while, so I figured I would catch it while I still could. Unfortunately it wasn't very clear that day, so you can't quite make out Mount Rainier.
Anyways, there's a lot I like about my new job but the view still has me dumbstruck. |
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| Life Goes On |
[Oct. 30th, 2007|12:21 am] |
I think that time is playing games with me. I suspect that recent events, those which have passed by at varying rates, have occurred purely to amuse some sort of bored divine power. It was only moments ago that I was traveling home from work and days before that I was waking up this morning. Sitting at my desk, I thought of her and she made me wish for the day to move faster so I could smell her hair once more. I got my wish, but it was late...
That's always how my wishes go. I am not the type of person to wish for anything that comes to mind. No, I work for the things I want and I wish for the things that I have little power over. Women tend to top that list. Yes, often I will catch myself - well, not "catch" per se, as obviously I deeply desired it or else I would not have asked a star for it - but I will stop and realize that I have just made a wish for companionship. Ugh, yes I know, how silly and stupid and selfish but whatever, fuck you. I know what I want and I will be the first to admit to being a hopeless romantic when it comes to these things. Staring up into the night sky, I will beseech it. I have done it and I probably will do it again.
But here, really, the point of the matter is that it works. I don't know why it works, it just does. Naturally, it doesn't exactly happen instantly, I mean women don't exactly fall out of the sky whenever I make a wish, but they eventually do appear. It's ridiculous to think about, yes, but after a time my wish will come true.
My first wish became Sarah. I wanted someone wild and adventurous and sexy. For all her faults, I cannot deny that she was those things. But that's just it, you see, the other faults, I never foresee them. I've heard people say "be careful what you wish for," but really I never understood them until after I was with Sarah. It became clear to me then that you never get only what you wish for, you always get more. Sure, that sounds great in theory because who doesn't want more?
10% more free. 2 for the price of 1. 40% instant rebate. It's all well and good when it is a quantifiable product, but when it's a person? Hell no. There are always surprises to find, new things to discover, things you will never see coming. And you know what? Sometimes you won't like those new things. Sometimes they'll make you think you made the wrong wish. But you didn't. You just got more than you bargained for, and damnit, there's nothing wrong with that. That's okay as long as you accept the fact that people change on a daily basis and that they're just as along for your ride as you are for theirs. That's life.
It's just... sometimes you will meet people who don't realize that. There are those who will slowly poke and prod at you and attempt to discover as much as they can as quickly as they can and while on the surface that may seem just fine, the truth is that it can be dangerous. They do not realize that if they were simply patient and let life lead them along then they will inexorably find themselves learning more and more about their partner. I'm not saying that by letting time take control will they discover more things they like than if they had not, I'm just saying that there's just no point in rushing things.
Why do we need to be so busy? Why do we need to worry ourselves so much? Why are we so intent on mastering time, bending it to our will? What do we gain aside from shortness of breath, headaches, and heart problems?
Sigh. Breathe. Pause...
I do not know the answer to any of these questions. I am plagued by them as much as the next person. However, I do know one thing.
Life goes on. |
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| Amaze is Hiring |
[Jan. 30th, 2007|02:18 pm] |
So all you programmer friends of mine seriously need to start graduating so I can refer you and claim a fat referral bonus get you into the industry.
EDIT: Will asked a very good question: "They wouldn't happen to be doing summer internships, would they?"
I just spoke with the studio Technical Director and he said that yes, they would in fact be interested in hiring summer interns from DigiPen for what I can only describe as a high-profile Xbox 360 title.
To apply, you can do one of two things:
A) E-mail your resume to jobs@amazeent.com and make sure to drop my name within either the cover letter or the e-mail itself. If you do happen to apply this way, make sure to let me know. Otherwise, they'll come by asking me who William is and I'll be all like, "Who?"
B) Send your resume directly to me in either an electronic or hard copy. It won't be necessary to include my name in your resume if you follow this route as I will be handing it to Human Resources directly. You'll probably also get noticed more if you submit it this way, but I'm merely speculating on that.
I expect that they won't begin ramping up their hiring until approximately mid-April or so, but it wouldn't hurt to start updating your resume today. The more time you spend polishing it the better, trust me.
Also, I didn't post this in the DPLJ because I don't want every asshole with a hard on for the 360 to spam my inbox with their shitty resumes. I'm only going to vouch for people I know personally. It wouldn't be fair to Amaze or the other applicants if I started vouching for people I don't know.
So if you're interested, get cracking on that resume! |
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