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Update on Nothingness

Yes. I am aware that my blogging has gone to shit. The story of my life, among many other stories of my life. However, all this isn’t to say that I have not been writing. I’ve been building the muscle elsewhere. The intensity of school never ceases to amaze.

Aside from that, I’ve been living the mundane San Francisco life. Nothing much out of the ordinary. If anything, I’ve been spending more money than I should eating out and frolicking in the expensive restaurant culture here. I keep chastising myself, yet at the same time, I rationalize it by telling myself I should indulge in food of all things. At least I’m not buying clothes or drugs or something. Although new clothes will soon follow…

Ah well. There’s not much of a point to this entry. Just wanted to make an update since I had the time. Finished my other work a bit early. I love staying on schedule and maintaining a regimen. With that being said, maybe I’ve chosen the wrong industry to pursue. Oops. Just kidding.

Hostel in the Mission

What would compel anyone to live in such squalid conditions? I went to a house party this past weekend and experienced a level of self-induced poverty I never knew existed in San Francisco. The woes of being hipster.

I entered a warehouse-like building and was met by a long wooden staircase. Everything seems normal enough so far. However the top of the stairs open up to a hallway filled with trinkets and weird objects living the floor and walls. The wooden floor is stained by rotting wood. There are fashion mannequins propped against someone’s door. I don’t know what compelled me to use the bathroom at this point, but venturing forward I saw a cramped communal kitchen filled with hipster druggies. Gods only know what they were consuming. A bit further, I came upon the restroom. I walked in to find exposed nails from the walls and a mysterious nook where which I assume a water heater was once housed? I peed quickly. I wouldn’t put it past this place to have peepholes lining the shadows.

I went back out to join the rest of my friends who had found the party in the communal space. I walked through this dingy hallway for what seemed like an eternity, encountering drunkards strewn about the place. One man left his door open. I peeked in and found that his bedroom also doubled as a belt-making workshop. Where did he sleep? Who knew. Perhaps the leather accessories hanging from the ceiling helped lull him to slumber. The place is full of mysteries I will never come to understand.

I continued and found the entrance to the party. I had to walk through a communal workshop of some sort. I can’t even begin to describe what this area was used for, but it resembled a carpentry workshop. Did people build things here? Or did they sleep here? I was boggled. Regardless, I had to climb out of a window in order to reach a communal roof patio where the party was held.

I will admit that this commune was pretty cool looking. There were Christmas lights hung across the ceiling. Hammocks were set up as well as some BBQ equipment. I glanced at my periphery to find that in order to reach this space, you could have crawled out through a number of other windows – some of which led to straight up people’s bedrooms. I had the liberty of then peering into the party host’s room and discovered that it was a tiny, tiny dorm-sized box only fit for one twin bed, a bookcase, and a closet. How much did she pay for rent? I wasn’t able to nail down an exact amount, but I’m damn sure over $800. No way would I commit any more than $300 on a place like this.

The vibe was fun, but the conditions were absolutely not. Who would choose to live in a place like this? They must be really into the freaky or have a very high tolerance to the insane. Yet all in all, this was the epitome of a San Francisco experience that I wouldn’t have traded for the world. Although it did annoy me for quite some time.

Mosquitos and Wounds that Won’t Heal

Several random things in my life. The focus has been school lately, but even I’m getting sick of talking about it all the time. Let’s focus on some other things happening in my life.

Immediately on my mind is the fact that my apartment is infested with mosquitoes. I’ve never had to live in a place in America so riddled with them. I wake up in the middle of the night hearing buzzing against my ear. Absolute hate. Even after I think I’ve found and killed them all, I find their bites and bumps popping up all over my face and neck. It’s not a good look. Need to buy bug killers for this.

The next most immediate aggravation is a wound I’ve had on my leg since the Fourth of July. I foolishly climbed out of an apartment window and climbed a fire escape to reach the roof of a building. In the process, I stabbed my leg against…something? Thus, the result was a bloody leg and gnarly scab. All in all, it looks like shit. It’s also really itchy. Even though it’s been cold and windy in the city, I’ve been wearing short pants to let the wound breathe. Might I add that liquid bandages are not as amazing as I once believed.

Was meddling more trouble than it was worth?

I’ve been extremely stressed at school, even though it’s only been the second day. Because of schedule conflicts and a disgruntled student populace, I’ve been forced to change my schedule and argue with the administration. The issue is complex.

Everyone hates Everything is Media 1 because of a bad teacher. Everyone wants to be in Everything is Media 2. Everyone fights with the administration to get into Everything is Media 2, and they succeed. I was a lagger because I believed they would change me into Everything is Media 2 without hesitation. By the time I raise arms and demand getting in, the class is full. The only alternative is to disband Everything is Media 1 entirely. I accept. Thus, the entire class (now all 5 students) is sent into different directions. Everything is Media overall is a pivotal class for my quarter because it provides much needed 360 degree campaigns for my portfolio. However, I no longer have that and am left scrambling to find a substitute by my own devices.

Tis the summation of what caused me a lot of grief today. I suppose being in that small class would have been acceptable, but why would I pay such a large sum tuition not to be taught a damn thing? I suppose it was right of me not to be complacent, but as a student, I shouldn’t have to be dealing with these politics and schemes to begin with. Can’t I just concentrate on my education? Geez.

Update:
The night got even shittier. I was kept awake by a menacing mosquit; I got placed into a useless Improv class which conflicts with my work schedule and gives me no portfolio pieces; and when I finally did get to sleep, I woke up with a swollen eye.

If misery needs a muse, I can be its supermodel.

Start of a new quarter

The third quarter of advertising school has begun. As predicted, time has sure flown by. I shudder to think of the fact that I’ll need to develop three all-around campaigns to present for my portfolio review. The task seems nearly impossible, but then again, I know that I’ll be producing a mass amount of work this quarter. I’d do well to align myself with diligent people who have a good head on their shoulders.

Aside from that, I must also remember to not frack around too much this quarter with too much of a social life. Sure it’s important to maintain my sanity, but at the same time, there’s virtue in sacrifice. If I could forgo at least one “fun” activity a week, that would be goal well enough met in an exercise of self-restraint.

Develop-develop and always progress. Keep your eye on the prize and stay diligent this quarter. That includes maintaining a healthy eating regime, workout routine, and blogging schedule. In the larger picture, monotony in the span of three months is insignificant – so just accept it.

Once Again Discontent

Everyone loves San Francisco except for me. I feel like I’m living in a cage. Is there something wrong with me? I hate to keep bringing up my discontent, but if I let this aggravation fester privately inside for too long, who knows what might result.

6 more months.

Lord Jeebus

I can’t believe I haven’t blogged since May 30. I am indeed ashamed of myself…

Update in my life since then. Nothing much actually. I just wrapped my second quarter of school and am finally released from the crushing amount of work I had to bear. Yet in retrospect, I think I managed to do a pretty good job maintaining my schedule and making sure to get all my work done in a manageable fashion. Pretty proud. Yet to keep on that schedule, I had to sacrifice my workouts and blogging.

All in all, feels good to be back and writing. I need to exercise this part of the brain once more. I feel like since I’ve stopped writing here, my thoughts have been slower to formulate. I was slower to respond in class and think quickly on my feet. Bad, bad. At any rate, I’m back. Moving on.

Tomorrow I’m going back to Las Vegas for break. I wish I could just stay in San Francisco or at least travel elsewhere, but the better side of my conscience is telling me to save money and torment myself in the heat. SF is an icebox and Vegas is a broiler. I just can’t win. It’ll be boring and blazing hot. I’ve no future there. I intend to work on remodeling my website yet again during the “vacation.”

I should also start planning out how I want to shape my portfolio review. Because of these, I already know that next quarter is going to be insane. I’ll need to craft at least three 360 campaigns starting immediately in time to get accepted for my fifth quarter study abroad. Let the stress start mounting.

30-Day Blog Challenge: 14

Day 14: Someone who has made your life worth living.
This is a great question. I never really gave it much thought. In actuality, I’ve built my character around myself for so long, it’s been hard allowing anyone else to define my own life — making it “worth living.”

Ever since middle school, my life has revolved around popularity. Even though I try to deny that notion now, I must admit that my actions are still dictated by what others think of me. All the while, I’ve tried to live life according to my rules. I’ve built many things with my own two hands and allowed many other things to be destroyed. I own and accept all of my decisions and thus have really been self-reliant for so long. If I were to stop writing and analyzing here, I would be the only one who has made my life worth living.

But then again, I can’t forget my parents. They are more an influence to me than I could have ever imagined. Growing up, everyone wants to deny that they’ll become like those who raised them. How little I knew back then how much I’d be a reflection of them now. It’s quite funny actually. I laugh, but in doing so realize the love for my family compels many of my actions and rationale. A lot of what I do is to please them. Western cultures say it should be all about myself, but the Eastern philosophy inherently residing in my brain is telling me otherwise.

So far me and my family create the greatest worth. However, people would expect the obvious and typical answers to be ‘my children’ or ‘significant other’, of which at the moment, I have neither. I pray that one day I can look back and revise this entry with both of them impacting my life. Just because it’s lacking at the moment doesn’t mean I don’t hope to one day have them motivating what I define “a life worth living.”

30-Day Blog Challenge: 13

Last week was an absolute blogging fail. My only excuse is that I prioritized working late and spending my energy on other things besides from writing. The results of that have been seen all throughout the following week with weak writing work in almost every category. This prompts me to mention that I’m starting to learn that ALL things need a twist. When people tell you to say it to them straight, they are actually wanting a twist. What the ffff is up with that…

Any way. All my rants are going to be school related, so let’s refocus back into this over-extended 30-Day Blog Challenge.

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Day 13: Discuss some of the things on your bucket list.
The majority of my bucket list items involve traveling. I’ve always wanted to visit Tibet or Nepal. Something about those places seems inspiring in a culturally shocking way, yet at the same time, spiritual way as well. Visiting such holy places is a chance to surround myself with meditative energy. It’s all very zen, but it’s something I would love to have told people I’ve done.

Another bucket list item is to live and work in another country. Sure this may be commonplace for a lot of my peers, but it has yet to happen to me. I want it. Badly. The time will come in a few short months, but I really want it now. I suppose this doesn’t really count as a bucket list item after all if it’s prone to happen soon, but nothing is ever set in stone until it actually occurs.