May 13, 2005 - Friday

Continuing last comic's train of thought... ...and work sucked this week--besides being sick. What's wrong with a floating Bob? Yup, I had some fish then.

[^A-sama^] - 12:00 AM PDT

I'm getting creeps just looking at this giant Hoihoisan head. Gonna do a lotta plastering and sanding this weekend to prepare it for the vaccum former. Surprise that the shop dude didn't give me a hard time on this one. I guess I'm gaining his respect.

[^o0Kynger0o^] - 12:00 AM PDT

May 14, 2005 - Saturday

This rocks. Totally.

[^Louis^] - 1:44 PM PDT

May 15, 2005 - Sunday

On my way back home from work I saw a Santa Clara County Sheriff cruiser. The cruiser was an Impala. Since when did the police start using Impalas? I thought they only used Crown Victorias and sometimes Camaros. I'm so beat. Last few weeks have been hellish. Been preparing for the 32 review for Industrial Design. This review determines if I can move up to the 123 class or if I have to stay back and take 32 again. Half of my class will be gone, some who may repeat 32 and some who will go on and change majors. ID is pretty rigorous and demands so much time and energy and money. I've spent well over a thousand in supplies, equipment and materials. Polyurethane foam and modulan can get really expensive. Man, I wouldn't be in this situation if I went to Cogswe..... Ok. I'm gonna stop doing that. I know I hate that place much and it brings me much hate. It's time I let go and just look on. I keep on thinking about stuff that I should have done or could have done but I can only do what I can do right now and see what will happen later on. Wish there was a save point I could load. Just seems that other people seem more happy and sucessful than me. I feel like I've been in a constant state of trying to achieve sucess but I never seem to get there. It's a never ending battle. Or maybe I have found some sucess but never realized it and I can never be satisfied with it. Whatever it is, I just get frustrated everytime I hear about some guy who can't draw worth shit is working in the game industry or some creative industry. It boggles me. Or some underqualified person with an IQ of a toaster with a job doing nothing much but getting paid pretty well. Recently a buddy of mine at work has told me that the maintenance crew is looking for someone to fill a part time position. That job seems pretty fun. Don't have to deal with people. Just work changing light bulbs, moving heavy stuff and fixing things. Plus sometime you get to drive a cart around the golf course. I would get a pay cut though. Not sure if I would take it although it sounds nice. I guess I'm just looking for an easy job. My job is pretty hard. There are days where I wish I didn't have to work. Maybe I'm getting sick of serving people. I'm really good at it and when I have tables I rock at service. Maybe I'd be selling myself short if I took that maintenance job. One job, the current one I have, requires a whole lot of thinking and people skills while the other job is just mindless work. For once I would just like to move tables and vaccum floors and not have to worry about getting peoples orders right and giving them prompt service. Of course if I do decide to switch and jump boat there will be a lot of people who are going to say, "What?! Are you crazy?!" Especially my parents. I can see them saying that. Sometimes I feel people tell me what to do or how to do things and those things I'm told to do are absolute and if I do things the other way then I'm doing it wrong. It's like I have choices but my choices are already wrong. Sometimes I wish my parents would ask if I'm happy doing something the way I want to do it rather than saying I should do it some other way. I want to move out. Logic in this to argument against it is that living with my parents will save me money and stuff. I just wish that I can come home and not have to be asked to do things around the house and look at paper work and help explain what it means. I'm probably automatically obliged to do stuff like that though after all they are my parents. But sometimes I don't understand things about the mortgage or taxes. Reading all that jargon and trying to make sense of it and then regurgitating it back to them is such a headache. But I'm obliged cause they're my parents. Which comes to people saying I shouldn't complain because I have parents and some kid out there doesn't have parents so I shouldn't complain because at least I have parents and they're letting me stay in their home where most parents kick their kids out when they turn 18 but I got Chinese parents which means I'll probably stay with them for ever and ever and never get laid. Then there will be a day when aliens will attack the earth and they'll blow up my parents and then I'll regret typing this rant and wish I translate more documents about their mortgage and taxes. It always seems that other people have it better. Like that one dude I saw in his rice rocket and he had this one hot chick sitting next to him and he was wearing nice clothes and had this awsome cell phone and sun glasses. The other day I was at Seven Eleven getting a slurpee and a pack of Ho hos. I saw a homeless guy maybe about my age. I bet he saw me and thought I had it all. Thus not everyone else has it better than me. I gave him a buck. I admit there are somedays when I do think I'm the shit. But for the most part I feel I have failed to achieve something. I have failed to have sucess. Or maybe it can't be reached and I just have to keep on getting better some way. I heard something somewhere that everyone feels this way so I'm not alone. In some way or another they feel this same way. I heard that if you start something you would be far ahead than the 99% percent of people not starting something. Actions speak louder than words? I'll see what happens this summer when I revamp the entire SJSU IDSA website and give private Photoshop lessons. But that Imapala looked pretty sweet as a police cruiser.

[^o0Kynger0o^] - 1:25 AM PDT

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