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Name: Oliver
Location: California, United States
Birthday: 11/6/1979
Gender: Male
Interests: cleaning my m-16, texting bin laden, watching the warriors lose, wishing the warriors could win, watching films while other people talk on their cell phones and make comments about the movies, pretending to ride my motorcycle, asking God to make me six inches taller, and wishing the 49ers actually have a chance to make the playoffs next year
Expertise: words
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
1/13/2004
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| I just got the nod to graduate. My thesis got the approval stamp and I'm all good to go. 22 months later and I'm wondering...what the fuck just happened? Did I really just get my thesis approved? Am I really going to walk through the double glass doors at school and never walk through them again? Yes. I am. Part of me is singin' John Mayer, "Stop this train." And another part is tellin' me to ride it through...
Sometimes I really feel like I was just downloaded into my body. Like right now. What the hell? What in thee hell just happened? And now, once again, I'm faced with the open and loving arms of the world...right, I am disillusioned.
No, I'm just being cynical. Really, I learned a lot from grad school and still, I know there's so much more for me to learn. Yes, a Master Degree and there's still a long way to go. Like my thesis professor said on the first day of class, "You know this master degree thing you're going for...you know it's superficial, right? You know that, right?" Yeah, man...I know. And it's the truth because it's the simple truth. Writing is a bitch and it takes so fucking long to get to where you need to be. And once you're there, your beard is touching your knees, you live in a cabin in the woods where you order do-it-yourself mail delivery bombs and try to plan the best way to make yourself remembered.
I can't complain. I can't. I had a good time down here in Orange and I'm glad things have worked out this way and I'm movin' on soon. I guess the question is -- to where? I'm still leaning towards the move to LA. But I've still got much to handle up north and I'll most likely spend a good portion of my summer there just preparing everything. So, enough's enough. It's Over (that's my thesis title by the way). I'll keep writing and keep fighting
- wear a helmet
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| ...for UB40?
Yup, I paid that much to watch some old guys play reggae cover songs while doing the lackadaisical reggae two step. The price, however, shouldn't be much of a surprise since the venue was The House of Blues at Downtown Disney. Yet, it felt overpriced. Especially, after a mediocre first act that really felt like a Christian Reggae band -- sixty bucks for that? No Way.
So, finally, after about 75 minutes of drinking, standing around and listening to some mediocre reggae...UB40 came on stage and started their set. It was all gravy. A few heads turned up to the sky and created their own clouds. The old folks swayed their bodies to the classics they grew up with. Yet, at times, it was difficult to watch. The lead singer, Campbell, appeared to have a very difficult time belting out the tunes...and it wasn't the orgasm face so many singers wear...it was more of an "I'm about to have a heart attack" face. It looked serious cause towards the end of the set, the other band members pitched in and sang a few songs for him. So, I had a difficult time watching him on the big screen. I kept thinking, "please use a wide shot, we don't need to be in so close...I'm getting scared for his life!" After a few more drinks, I stopped caring and then...and THEN...
...the keyboards hit the high-pitched intro to Kingston Town and I knew why I was there last night.
From that point on...it was a happy happy crowd in a happy happy time and the band finally did more than just the two step
- wear a helmet
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| ...will never be again.
It was just a few months ago. Me, my best friend and his family sat down to watch something old, something B, but still, something good - our guilty pleasure - Aloha Summer. Yeah, it probably sucks to most people but to add a cliche on top of a cliche, we're nostalgic about a nostalgia piece. Mainly because we know it's what once was and will never be again. Those breezy spring and summer nights lost somewhere between the hundred palm trees, grass, ocean and girls who would often refuse to give us the time of day. And that's mainly because my best friend's best line was, "Excuse me, do you know what time it is?" Yeah, he was SMOOTH back then.
With all the transition going on right now, it feels like it's the right time to notice how almost everyone's gone. I mean, at least, anyone who I could call at 10:30 at night to get a drink nearby. Or anyone whose house I could just drop by unannounced. With mortgages, car payments and bellies to fill, it's pretty hard trying to sneak up on friends...
I suppose I belong in an urban setting somewhere. The suburbs are killing me right now but I think that doesn't really matter considering I spend most of my time on my ass staring at some type of screen - and it's mostly the tv - but it's research, so, it's okay.
Yet, I can't seem to find it in myself to give up the hopes of long gone yesteryears returning...rising from the dead. (where's that damn time machine?) Those years haunt me, especially when I come back home, smell the marshes, cross a bridge and realize, "Wow, I can see the city from here. It's such a beautiful day." Cause plain and simple, there's no place like the bay when it's windy, it's cold and it's absolutely clear all the way across - amazing. I can't shake 'em and most likely I never will. I guess I'll just hold on to 'em and pray that one day these years, this now will someday haunt me like my old self and my old friends...
- wear a helmet
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| If you want to be entertained
If you want something to reach out and touch your heart
Go watch Slumdog Millionaire as soon as you can
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| To the smell of Fall,
Thank you for coming
- wear a helmet
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