empty on the inside.

Archives:
Chapter 1: Introductions
Chapter 2: the second chapter
Chapter 3: Super perfundo.

People:
Amy
Ngan
Daniel
Ann
Alicia
Vy

Places:
X-E
W-D

Things:
Flat Bread
Failing History
My Quiz
Obligatory Guestbook

Saturday, May 24, 2003 _{10:21 p.m.}

So they kicked me out of my building the other day. It's all over, and for all the times I found myself unhappy, it sucks that it's all over. I filed an extension to stay a little later on the grounds that I had no where to go. So sinse I didn't have to move out on the day everyone else did, I spent all day helping other people move. Walking through the girl's wing asking who needs help; I moved 12 refrigerators, 7 televisions, and an assortment of boxes down three flights of stairs. Nothing like helping others.

So I'm in Texas, now. Being kicked out of the building means being homeless in San Jose. At this point, I think I'd prefer sleeping on a stoop on San Fernando street to staying here for any amount of time. San Fernando has the Cinebar, the SJBG, GB and the pizz'a Chicago. All this has is mosquitos.

But yeah, I have to go because the computer is needed. Tomorrow. Game 4. Dallas v. San Antonio. Yee-haw.

Saturday, May 10, 2003 _{10:58 p.m.}

I haven't updated for a while. My computer totally stopped working, so there you go. Anyway, I'm in LA right now, kicking it at USC. It's pretty nice down here, I have to admit, but I still give the Bay Area the edge. I made it from San Jose to Los Angeles in 4 hours flat, which I'm pretty proud of. Then it took me another 3 hours to finally find this place. I got lost countless times and ended up in a hardcore gangster The Shield type neighborhood and the Burbank Mall, among other places. It was a trip.

I gotta go. The computer is needed for more important reasons. UNtil the next time, kids.

Monday, April 28, 2003 _{12:53 a.m.}

you: What do these things have anything to do with anything?!? me: nothing. nothing at all. just randomness. nothing at all. you: You're crazy, Robby. Crazy me:...like a fox!

My idiot brother guys name is such a food item ! When I verb him he verb (ends in s) ! When he loses a noun he verb (ends in s) ! And when I call him a food item he verb (ends in s) ! I hate my idiot brother same guys name as above.

nothing at all.

Sunday, April 20, 2003 _{05:53 p.m.}

You're unordinary this is no ordinary kiss
that you planted on my lips
one I wouldn’t want to miss
but it’s all come down to this
is my chance to make it right
say my piece and then goodnight
when you go to sleep tonight
can I be there at your side

I can’t take it anymore
I have to tell you to be sure
I don’t want to live without you anymore

this is no ordinary kiss
that you planted on my lips
never felt like this before
or knew what was in store
I know you must think I'm crazy
I don’t blame you baby
what have we learned?

I can’t take it anymore
I have to tell you to be sure
I don’t want to live without you anymore

this has gone far enough
for one whole year I needed you
but you never had a clue
so this is where it ends
and hopefully where we begin
so now what are we to do?
you had no clue
I can’t live without you
this is no ordinary

I can’t take it anymore
I have to tell you to be sure
I don’t want to live without you anymore

this has gone far enough
for one whole year I needed you
but you never had a clue
so this is where it ends
and hopefully where we begin
so now what are we to do?
you had no clue
I can’t live without you
I'm incomplete
sense of defeat

Thursday, April 17, 2003 _{12:17 a.m.}

Never before have I been more enamored with another human being than at this exact instant.

Wednesday, April 16, 2003 _{12:08 p.m.}

"Why did you get an invitation when I didn't get one?!? I'm all Jewish, 100%. You're not even a real Jew!"

I got invited to a nice passover dinner (much to the chagrin of another) but sadly, I cannot get off from work. Such is life.

Monday, March 31, 2003 _{10:40 p.m.}

who am I kidding... I think it is a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly alligned.

Tuesday, March 25, 2003 _{11:20 p.m.}

I just came home from a long day of being concussed in the mountains to find that my roommate threw away all of my food in the fridge. In my fridge, mind you. There are no food services over this spring break, so what I had in the fridge was all of my meals for the week. arrg.

So I went up to Lake Tahoe yesterday to go snowboarding with my friend Rob. We stayed at a pretty decent hotel. We hit up the casinos. I saw the lackluster Lake Tahoe Improv. It was pretty cool. And then we actually went to the slopes. Not two hours into our day, I have a mild concussion and Rob has to be rushed to the local hospital to sew up a deep gash in his leg, while dealing with the effects of semi-massive blood loss.

The hospital was really nice, though. And the ski patrol/first aid people were even nicer. We were both given lift ticket passes that are good up until the end of next year, because we had to leave early.

But yeah, my food is gone. If I wasn't all dizzy and disoriented, I might do something about this. Thank you and good night.

PS I love you.

Wednesday, March 19, 2003 _{01:32 a.m.}

I don't know why I stopped writing in here. I had important things to say. I had the time. I just didn't have the ambition, I guess.

My car ran out of gas the other day while I was in Santa Cruz. "It could be worse," says Justin, as the sky spontaniously begans a horrific downpour of rain. It was a really long story, with the cooler parts being that we hitched a ride with the Domino's delivery guy. His car smelled like pizza. It was awesome beyond words.

I'm transfering to a community college in Santa Cruz next semester. I think I forgot to mention that.

I love the International House of Pancakes.

I have meaningful, insightful things to say, too. Honestly, I do. I've just been having trouble expressing them lately. I don't understand it either.

Saturday, March 1, 2003 _{01:46 a.m.}

curse you all to heck girl: You're sick, aren't you?
me: Yeah. Just a little.
girl: Yeah. You look horrible; terribly horrible.
me: ...thank you.

Tuesday, February 25, 2003 _{09:36 a.m.}

Five minutes ago, I was $186 richer. Why do I have to get my parking tickets in bulk?

Tuesday, February 18, 2003 _{03:04 a.m.}

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

I like it, but i think i might be a bit biassed.

Monday, February 17, 2003 _{05:13 a.m.}

I can't sleep. I'm not tired, though, so it's cool.

It's been an interesting little while. I'm very indecisive, which is odd behaviour for a cancer, I'm told, but sometimes we're just special. I have decided some things for sure, though, so rest assured.

What? You expected me to list them in a somewhat humorous fashion? Not any more, I've decided. Not anymore.

Wednesday, February 5, 2003 _{01:19 a.m.}

"I never thought I'd live to see the day that Abraham Lincoln dissed Mohandas Gandhi."
Is that not the greatest quote of all time?

Saturday, February 1, 2003 _{01:21 p.m.}

tragedy I woke up this morning very early. Actually, I just stayed up really late. The plan was to drive up into the hills by 5:52 a.m. so I could get a view of the space shuttle re-entry. The paper said it would look like a meteor. It was really overcast at 5:52, and I didn't really see anything. I drove back to my dorm and went to sleep. Long story short, I turned the TV on a while ago and found out that the space shuttle broke up, and that everyone on board died. I don't know... I just hope they had a good time while they were up there.

Tuesday, January 14, 2003 _{10:48 p.m.}

It's been a couple of months now, but I've still not gotten used to the Simpsons being moved from eleven to ten. I don't think I ever will.

Monday, January 13, 2003 _{06:35 p.m.}

I'm okay with the 49ers losing. I'm not happy about it at all, but I think that, right now, the 49ers aren't the best team in football. They went as far as they could. A couple of years from now, they'll go all the way. I just really wish the Raiders didn't win. It's not so much that I hate the Raiders as it is I hate dealing with Raider fans when the Niners lose. It's no matter, as Eddie George is going to run wild all over them.

Other than the excitement of the playoffs (they make you expect more from a guy named Joe, for example) things have been pretty uneventful. The police impounded my car for a couple of days because I let my registration expire, but that's been the only excitment I've had, really. On the plus side, the yearbook I edited is going to win a really prestigious award in New York. Rock. I've got nothing else of note to say. Peace.

Friday, January 3, 2003 _{12:01 p.m.}

feliz ano nuevo [note: I currently do not have a computer, so the updating of this will be sporadic, even more so than ussual. Basically, I'll update whenever I feel enthused enough to drive downtown and go to the library.]
I've been all two thousand three-ee the last couple of days...

Just one New Year's resolution this year; save the world. Oh, and I guess making that new website could count as another one, but I think it sounds better if my only plan for the next year is saving the world.

I think I'll start on that plan about marchish...

post script: stop using so many ellipses. Resolution number three.

Wednesday, December 18, 2002 _{12:19 a.m.}

So finals are done. Everyone is getting ready to go home, or has already left for home. It's pretty exciting, I guess. I don't really have a place to go home to, just a place to go. It sucks, they totally kick us out of our building tomorrow, regardless of whether we have a place to go or not. Crazy times.

I'm just chilling out here in my room. A person is going to inspect the room, and if I don't clean it well enough, we can get fined, or something. Nothing like leaving it all to the last minute.

I made some CDs. If anyone wants a mix of their own, now is the time to say something.

I feel like an armless boy whose every hope and dream lay in a tightly sealed jar on the highest shelf.

Sunday, December 15, 2002 _{01:19 a.m.}

Haven't written in a while. Thought I'd stop by.

Finals are almost done. Two on Monday; both at the same time. That sucks, and I have to talk with some people to see if I can't retake one later. If not, eh, I learned a valuable life lesson, and isn't that what college is all about?

The more I think about it, getting a new identity sounds like a great idea.

I have to go to seven eleven. I'll be back in a couple of hours.

Wednesday, December 4, 2002 _{02:54 a.m.}

Holy shit. As I'm typing this, I'm supposed to be typing up a research paper, but I am finding that very difficult. My roommate is talking in his sleep; talking in tounges and kind of growling. It is really really freaking me out. It sounds like he's talking backwards. Shit.

He stopped. Oh well, back to the paper.

Monday, December 2, 2002 _{03:31 p.m.}

catching up Alright. As best as I can remember, in chronological order:

Santa Cruz is very nice; dig the meadow; Sarah, coolest person I've ever met, ever; I thought The Ring would be much better than it actually was; Royce Hall doesn't seem as nice as it once did; transfer? that's a grand idea; Paula Poundstone isn't very funny; paycheck, rock; Dante's Inferno continues to plague me long after it should; Robert's is closed... or is it?; La Milpa, old fashioned Mexican food at a decent price; five cent mints; Ngan, coolest person ever, more so than Sarah, who drops down to number three on said list; essay after essay after essay, still no reason to actually go to class; I'll start a new website... yeah, that'll happen; pack; getting full body searched at the airport is an honor, dammit; fly; eat Turkey and exchange pleasantries; return back home without room or car keys (oops); everyone had a nice Thanksgiving; Wendy's a-coming home; Diane's a-leaving home; finish Santa Cruz application the day it's due; drop $120 without acquiring anything; waiting for roommates to get back to get inside the room; type in stupid pita thing.

Alright, I should be caught up now.

Wednesday, November 13, 2002 _{08:41 p.m.}

Last night, I could have sworn I saw a UFO. Turns it out, it was just a ridiculously oversized bird with a halogen light strapped to its underbelly. Oh well.