Now that finals are over, it seems like a good chunk of Irvine's population just disappeared. I got my fill of gunbound for the day, maybe even for the whole weekend. But I know I'll be back at it tomorrow. Hahaha. It was great seeing everyone at Boraccho's Christmas dinner thing. I love get togethers like that. Nobody's wasted on the floor... there's plenty of food around... and everyone's just chillin. I wish I could visit all my friends over break. Ahh, road trip. I need to get my maintenance on my car though. Damn. Plus traffic school. Damn again. I just hope I'll have enough stashed away to make it through break.

6:10 am and the sky is lightening up. Good morning world. I'll see you later.

I just got back from watching The Last Samurai. Something about it really struck me. Maybe there was a lot that struck me, because I find myself feeling like I need do to something. I remember someone saying about war movies, that arguably every war movie, every good war movie, is actually an antiwar movie. It's a little scary how many laugh and cheer when people get quite literally decimated by bullets and blades. Sure, it is entertainment, but war movies aren't happy for a reason; though these scenes are staged like a carefully choreographed dance, the things they scenes portray do happen. Too often in fact. War is ugly. War is hell. Pity and fear the souls that take joy and pride in killing, enemy or otherwise. Yet there are so many out there, hungry for revenge or a twisted brand of "justice," that war is not considered a last alternative, but a preferred action.

I can't help but think that on the way to becoming citizens of this world, we've left so many valuable things behind. In a sense, we've fallen backward trying to jump ahead. It could be that we all need a re-educatoin. An education about life. I can't say we're passing the tests we're taking. There are also those who are too quick to look for something better, only to reject the things that meant so much to them in the first place. Why must we be so blind in these times?

So things are better left unsaid. Some things should not be rationalized away. Pay attention. Our consciousness is drowning in apathy and indifference. When did we all become so damn passive?

The weather was so awesome today. And just when I was coming out of my final. Wow. Thank God.

Funny this life is.

After taking a long nap at my apartment, I drove to campus around 1:15 to catch the 99 cent roundabouts and study. Scott's mom treated me to some CPK takeout. Thank God for fringe benefits. Free food is awesome. I ordered three roundabouts and they hooked me up with a fourth one free because someone didn't claim their's. Sweet. Sweet Sweetback. I gave it to Josie at the Info Desk because she was all by her lonesome and was working her second half of a double shift. At least she's done with finals.

Onto studying at EBay, the studyspot favored by many a Logger/YFC'er. Geep's book from Filipino American studies class mentioned something about those San Diego people not being as friendly or hospitable as other people the author met. Hmmmm... I bumped into my friend Linda at CSL on my way to get a refill for my drink. It turns out she enrolled for my bio class (the one I have a final for tomorrow morning), but she got an email that said her class was cancelled and was dropped. Funny. Even funnier is she bought the books for it... and I didn't. Haha. And I bump into her the night before the final. Haha.

Funny this life is.

She let me borrow her laptop though. It's all good in the hood.

I... am... so... tired... right... now. I'm so tired I'm getting winded... just trying to breathe. If I wasn't at work right now, I'd be dreaming. About sleeping. Or about the best nap ever. One cold cloudly morning in late August my roommates had the bright idea to head to Raging Waters. On four hours sleep. Three hours later, after freezing my ass off, we found some beach chair under a cabana. Then I threw my blanket over me and straight passed out. The nap of a lifetime. An hour and a half later, the sun was out in righteous fashion. I could use a nap like that right now.

Right now...

Crazy crazy finals week. Playing catch in 319 18C street? What the heck?

This goes out to the underdogs... everyone nervous about those damn finals, the Boston Celtics, Chicago Bulls, 49ers, Cubs, single people, underacheiving bio majors, UCI basketball, minorities, disadvantaged people...

...you'll get your time.

Props to the Pizza Hut guy (damn you again Domino's) who found Interfaith without an address. Well, I guess it's 319 18C Street. What a funny address. Study on.

Damn you Domino's Pizza!! Go ahead and put me on hold. I don't want your "UCI special" that isn't really a special is you're ordering more than 2 pizzas. Put me on hold again. I dare you!

Yea, that's right, we're in a building on the UCI campus. But we don't know the address. Yea, but me on hold again. Grrrr...

Amidst the helter skelter and such so inherent of these several days known as "finals week," it's nice to find a certain peace. Retreating to my vehicle, nature reminded me she's still there. How often do we forget? Trembling from lack of much lacking restorative sleep and wanting little more than to stop the leakage of precious heat from my body, I reclined in my seat and hastily turned up the heater, which waited for the engine to spool up some extra heat. Upon arrival to my residence I was slightly shocked to see another soul braving nature's chills. The condition of the weather wasn't nearly as puzzling to me as the time, more than a while before sunrise. Though caught off guard by the stranger, it seemed comforting to know of a soul in the world... awake... and yet not worried about a coming examination. The moon brought the streets to life, brighter it seemed than most of the amber lights that lined the roads. A break in the fog, a gap in the mist, and the early morning was lit by the almost blue moon. Good night world. I haven't forgotten you.

Did I get the meaning?