Monday November 27, 2006 at 02:30 pm
I got the job I got the job!
I start next monday 
Archive for November, 2006
Monday November 27, 2006 at 11:01 am
First day of unemployment
For the first time in at least 5 years I’m unemployed. I don’t think I like this feeling of uncertainty very much.
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For those of you wondering why I’m in this situation:
I was neither laid off or fired, my current contract simply ended before I found a new job.
I actually am already waiting on a reply from a company, I’ll know within the next couple days… so this might actually be the only day I’m unemployed.
My current pay requirements and job requirements are a lot more specific than they used to be, now that I know more where I want to go with my career.
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I really hate the feeling of being unemployed, though.
I don’t like not having a choice.
Maybe I should go work at barnes & nobles or something instead of continuing in technology.
It might be fun to be around books all day.
Friday November 24, 2006 at 02:15 pm
You don’t realize what’s dysfunctional,
until you experience what isn’t.
Let me start this out with this: for most of my life I’ve had a strong aversion to organized religion. My mother is a devout buddhist, my brother is an Episcoplian priest. Needless to say, this caused some rifts in my family. Throughout my childhood, there were several instances where religion was a definite stresser.
It wasn’t until this year in getting acquainted with my boyfriend’s family that I’ve realized that it’s really not the religion that causes strife, but the people themselves.
I’ve had two serious relationships prior to this one, neither of them in families that are very religious. While their families were very good to me, I have to admit that I never really felt like I belonged in them –even after more than two years in one case.
So you can imagine my reservations meeting my boyfriend’s family, knowing that their religion is a very big part of their lives. I was afraid of what they would think of me, being completely out of their religious sphere. How wrong I was to worry about anything like that at all.� I’ve honestly felt more at home with his family than even my own. They truly make me feel like I’m accepted — and though I never really thought it was something I wanted, it feels somehow like what I’ve been looking for.
And seriously, of all the families I’ve spent a lot of time in, theirs has been the one with the most love and laughter of all.
Knowing this, feeling this, and experiencing this has made me really take a step back and look at my views on organized religion as a whole….And what I’ve somewhat come to realize is this: it’s not really race, or religion, or intelligence or borderlines that create intolerance among people. It’s the people of these races, religions, intelligences and borderlines that cause the intolerance.
It’s been said before, and I’ve probably said it myself…
But I don’t think I ever really experienced the good side of it until now. 
What are your religious beliefs? How do they affect your family life? Your day to day life?
Obligatory photo:
Should I get these glasses?Tuesday November 21, 2006 at 09:49 am
No sick, No cry
Alright, so for all of you that were worried, I’m not dead [yet]. I’m finally better after blowing a bunch of caramel colored shit out of my sinuses. It was awesome.
I also found out that the throwing up had a lot to do with the fact that I don’t chew enough before I swallow.
Who knew?
Thanksgiving ShitThe nice thing about being sick is that I lost about 5 lbs — which I’m planning to gain back this weekend on Brent‘s mom’s lumpia.
Yes, you heard it, I’m spending Thanksgiving with my boyfriend’s family. Why? Because my own family hates me. It’s OK, though, I’ll get over it one of these years.
At least Brent’s family seems to really like me.
Spiritual ShitAfter reading Life of Pi I’ve been plagued with a lot of spiritual questions. Long talks with Brent and with a coworker of mine have lead me to realize a few things.
1. Many seemingly different religions have striking similarities that go further than moral standards.
2. I can’t bring myself to believe or disbelieve anything because many stories remind me of the game ‘telephone’. Things get changed and warped little by little as time goes by. Maybe they all stem one story from the past. Maybe they were all made up. Maybe one of them is totally true and everything else is lies.
Who am I to say what’s the truth or not? Young Pi believed in all of them simultaneously.
I neither believe nor disbelieve, but I have to say, there are some religions that I do respect more than others. Not necessarily because of the beliefs of the religion itself, but more in the way that the members of that religion choose to practice their beliefs.
Obligatory Photo
And since this entry’s been somewhat dry… here’s a picture for all you non-readers out there. =]
Brent seemed missing from this group picture so I pasted him in with the magic of photoshop.
You can barely tell he wasn’t there!
NPCrew Fo’ Lyfe!
Thursday November 16, 2006 at 02:16 pm
A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging prejudices.
- William James
Yes? No? I was certainly taken by this quote.
Thursday November 16, 2006 at 01:01 pm
Something to think about:
Excerpted from The Life of Pi by Yann Martel
…There were always those who take it upon themselves to defend God, as if Ultimate Reality, as if the sustaining frame of existence, were something weak and helpless� These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy begging for a few paise, walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think,”Business as usual.” But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a different story. Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening.These people fail to realize that is is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart. Meanwhile, the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard, and it is to their defence, not God’s, that the self-righteous path should rush.
There are many who would do well to try to understand the above clip.That said, if more religious zealots would spend less time preaching and more time doing, I think I would respect their views a lot more.
Wednesday November 15, 2006 at 10:27 am
Sorry about yesterday’s cryptic entry.
Being sick for the last 2 weeks has taken its toll on me.
I haven’t been able to breathe through my nose consistantly for a really long time.
Been throwing up for the past two days.
Been feeling like throwing up for three days.
Some blood came out yesterday but I think it’s just my throat being fucked up from my stomach juices + coughing.
No one feels pretty when they can’t breathe through their nose and they think they’re going to hurl any second.
I know that, it just sucks and is depressing being a Snotty McSnotface and a Barfy McBarfbags all day long.
So forgive me for being emo, but i’m fucking depressed right now.
Oh yeah, and thanks to those self-righteous pricks who told me I can only be pretty outside when I feel pretty inside.
You try feeling good about yourself when you’re burping vomit 5 times an hour.
Really.
Friday November 3, 2006 at 02:11 pm
You know you’re sick when:
You try to put soup in your mouth and it ends up on your shirt.
Your cheers get cut off with a weird frog-like croak.
Simple programming looks like greek.
Someone please buy me some drugs and put me out of my misery!
Thursday November 2, 2006 at 11:01 am
On a brighter note:
By great demand, a pictoral review of Vegas
By great demand, a pictoral review of Vegas
Ate great food
Became Viet Cong
Killed each other [ok, killed Steve]
Bought swords
Acted stupid
Acted really stupid
Killed each other [ok, just Steve again]
Went to the Vegas Fetish and Fantasy Ball
Had our fetishes and fantasies come true
Met our new boyfriends
Dumped them for more boyfriends
Took a ridiculous amount of pictures with each other
Kicked some nuts
Met an armenian ghost buster
Met my twins
Went to jail
On the way we took some videos:
One of the stage performances.
A girl on a banana
