Not Yet?

Today was seemingly the longest day every. Maybe it's because I attempted two naps today or because my naps were just really bad. No se. Let's see. I went to Arabic, then tried t nap, I stood by the letters, went to class, and tried to nap again, went to the rush event, went to Greek 101, went to Ali's place. I think it's just the latter portion of the day was filled with so much to do. That could be it.

On a brighter note: my poop book came today. It's the book I read while sitting on the crapper. It's Malcolm Gladwell's The Tipping Point. I would have preferred Outlier or Blink but they were too expensive, so this will be good enough for the moment.

And the day continues on into the night.

Wait…I Didn’t Ditch School?

Sunday was a vacation day. I spent time and money for myself and my sanity. The relaxing and amiable tempo and vibe of the day, weather, and company are ineffable.

That is all.

The Pre-reqs of Life

I sometimes hate pre-reqs because they're not necessary. Sometimes they're very necessary. Like math for example. Try taking multi-var without single-var. HA! You'll have better luck translating Latin into English. But other classes, the pre-requisites are arguable, like English 1B for English 1C. I myself never took English 1B, so I'm not in a position to complain, but I've heard many people do it.

There comes a time when we realize the pre-requisites to the ways of life.

I firmly believe that love can solve all of the world's problems. Love for ourselves, love for others, love for anything that we believe in. With this love, we can resolve the issues of war, hunger, global warming, and financial crisis.

But I think I skipped a step. I was thinking with too much optimism. Not everyone can love. Not everyone knows how to love. Before we love, we must listen.

Some of the people that I don't enjoy interacting with, I've realized the main reason I don't like interacting with them is because they don't listen. Their repetition of what I say is more pedagogical or condescending than communicatory. Please don't teach me shit I just told you about.

So the lesson I learned: loving can only come from listening. To teach how to listen, I must open my ears first and be patient. I would like to make a case that patience is the pre-requisite for listening, but that's another blog-post.

When it Comes to Words

Whenever I have that regret and say to myself "I should quit and be a writer" , I usually just say that because the grass is greener on the other side. I really do enjoy to write except I don't think I love it as much as I do. I think I love it just as much as any normal person. Real writers, the ones who cannot put a pen down, suffer from writer's block. I on the other hand, a faker writer, have periods of writers flow. Instead of having this mental wall where nothing creative seems to come out, it's like the spigot is set to maximum flow and all these ideas come rushing out and I have to find a feasible way to get them on paper. If I were a real writer who truly loved it, they would all be on paper. But no, I'm a fake writer so they just stay in my head and the closest to paper they get is either here, digitally, or in the margins of my econ notes (if it's really special, it'll go in the back of the notebook on a whole sheet of paper!)

No Lies

There seems to be love in the air. Everywhere I turn; there are couples being made and relationships being forged. They may not be Facebook official, but something could be going on. From an economists point of view, that leaves about 10 weeks for the relationship to bud giving prime profit for the Valentines industry.

As for me, I'm not getting involved; too many things on my mind. And besides, there's that whole commitment thing I need to work on.

Anyways babe, it's true, "these feelin's won't go away. They be knockin' me sideways." I can say it all I want but whether you believe me or not is the issue. You're waiting for the right man to come around, but even if he did, would you give him a chance?

Let's learn to laugh and grow together.

-Z

Los Angeles – the only city where rain creates as much chaos as a terrorist attack.

I'm ambivalent about the rain right now. I like it because there's opportunity to do winter things like sit and read by a fireplace or splash in puddles or enjoy hot chocolate. But deep down inside, I'm a cali-boy. I need to wear my sandals, I need to wear shorts. I need to be able to see the sun at 4 pm no matter what "season" it is. It's not being spoiled, it's being from California.

There’s No Way I Can Do This Many Things…and Not Be Pissed Off

Anger management time homies! The entree is a cynical with a heavy pinch of sarcasm and no sympathy for miles.

1. There are certain pledge bros that piss the fuck out of me.
   
   1. Finster – your fucking rhetoric is getting us nowhere. We need more actions to accomplish our shit. Also, you're doing a really good job of fulfilling the "frat boy" stereotype. Get a damn grip.
      
   2. Pretty Boy P - You fucking dick. Could you not say no? Did you have to take the chance? Do you think it's a fucking joke? Not with Dedick.
      
   3. Fake Mexican – you damn cockblock. That's all I can say to you.
      
   4. Mickey Mouse Smile – must you act like a freshman?
      
   5. Hiney – Stop being a stalker. Seriously, open your eyes and experience life and try to be Type B personality. May I suggest growing a pair or is that too much?
      
2. IFC – you guys are pretty damn inconsistent. I think you're leaning toward disgrace.
   
3. AKYSB – stop underestimating me and my capabilities. Al, you're damn condescending.
   
4. My grades are satisfying, but I'm not happy with them. Or am I just lying to myself?
   
5. I need to get on an internship search pronto.
   
6. Sara, I really want to write you a letter. In fact, I just want to sit on a train from Riverside to Union Station and spend the trip telling you all that you deserve to know.
   

And now what made me happy:

1. The restoration of balance. Balancing my extracurriculars with my friends, that feels good. That centers me. Honestly, these lunches and dinners, as expensive as they are, they are extremely helpful. I can't thank you guys enough.
   
2. I wrote in my journal a few weeks ago. It was a bunch of questions pertaining to what makes greatness. I found my answer on the Wall Street Journal with Malcolm Gladwell's (my new favorite author) Outliers. In his new book, he will essentially attempt to answer all my questions.
   
   1. Now as a side-note, here's what I'm wondering. If I'm asking the same questions as he is, does that make me as smart as him? Does that mean that I too can be on the same path as him? According to him, it's the strength of the serendipity that is involved. Which brings me back to the original question: what exactly makes greatness and how much power do we, as humans, have to manipulate the factors?
      
3. Vancouver – I'm so excited to finally take a break.
   

I have blogs on my phone. I need a way to get them from the Mobile Word to BlogSpot. Without that shit being expensive.

And I need to learn how to operate without sleep. I think I'm a sleep-a-holic. Seriously, I believe that I can sleep my problems away. That's really not good (but neither is going cold turkey…especially concerning sleep).

I've decided that right now, my sweet spot is for blondes. I am definitely digging blondes.

I have rediscovered my love for Indian music. Just the way it resonates to me, I feel like Indian music speaks truly to my soul rather to my senses.