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Name: Joe
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 7/27/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Reading is my addiction, writing my aspiration. Kendo is an inspiration, but engineering is an infection.
Expertise: Computer Science & Engineering, with a minor in English
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
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Member Since:
7/21/2003
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| It's been over two months since I've last touched these pages, but from what I have to write, one would not know it. When each day is but a slight variation of the one before, one doesn't exactly accumulate anecdotes worthy of inscription for perpetuity. Unfortunate, but inescapable.
Sadly, I am tempted to close this page for good. I haven't the time nor the energy to devote any meaningful content to this page. Having opened this xanga five years ago to document my college years, I believe it has served its function. Now, to continue appending to this increasingly obsolete and anachronistic site, would be...sad. End on a high note, if ever a high note was reached.
Well, I won't come to a decision anytime soon. In any case, these pages will be available for viewing, not that anyone would find anything of worth in the five years of mindless musings held herein. Anyways, goodnight, and goodbye (perhaps).
~Joe
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| Good morning, good friends!
Well, more aligned to "good evening" or "good midnight" than morning, but I digress. Another week has passed, with naught to show for it but being slightly more rested due to the timely occurrence of the Memorial Day holiday. A three-day weekend after almost two months of work is a very nice change of pace.
Hmm, what to say... I find myself with a dearth of topics to discourse upon. My day-to-day life is fairly unremarkable and indistinguishable from one another, and my weekend was spent at a mountain retreat with my family. I could go into details over the retreat, but nothing truly of note happened. Ah well, story of my life.
But...on a more introspective front, I suppose I should confess a (reawakened) fantasy. I now dream of writing the Next Great Novel (once again). To be concise, I suppose I'd like to write the next Harry Potter (and you cannot imagine how it galls me to admit to aspiring to Harry Potter).
To become a professional author, writing tales of heroic deeds and epic struggles of good and evil would bring, I imagine, joy indescribable into my life. However...the process for getting from point A to point B is...daunting, to be sure. The constant pressure to innovate and create would also be a burden I am ill prepared to shoulder. Yet despite all that, the thought of creating new and exciting worlds for others to intellectually play in would give me satisfaction that I have not often had.
Ah, well, 'tis all but fairytales and daydreams. Now I must sleep so that I may function as a productive member of society, and contribute to my team at work. Must focus on the here-and-now, and leave the stuff of dreams to dreams.
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| System.out.println("Hello, world!");
And with that opening shot across the bow, I have essentially summarized my last two months' activities. However, I feel that I owe everyone (all two of you who still glance here once in a blue moon) an apology for my unconscionable desertion of this....blog (oh how I detest that word!)
The end of March saw too the end of my undergraduate career, with me walking out of my last CS final a free and, perhaps more importantly, carefree man. Then...two weeks of frenzied apartment hunting with Andrew, furniture buying, moving, and settling, followed immediately by my first day of work on April 7th. I think I had a total of forty waking hours not devoted in one way or another to moving to Monrovia in those two weeks. But, since I was able to catch up with some old friends, be it over dinner or over hot chocolate late at night at Norm's, I am content. Wasn't able to go to the beach, but oh well.
Working life is....definitely a new experience. Ah, for the days of lazy college life! I wake every morning before 8am, get to the office by 9am, don't leave until around 6:30pm, and go to sleep after midnight. The first week was hellishly tiring, I did naught but go to work but came back utterly exhausted. Meeting my coworkers, getting to know the ropes, setting up my computer, going through training...the entire first week passed in a haze of barely-conscious weariness. Yet, I still managed to muster up the few scraps of energy and go visit nearby Kendo dojos. I suppose I did so because Kendo was my one social outlet in the otherwise friendless town of Monrovia (not to say Monrovia isn't friendly, but I just don't know anyone here).
Now, about a week after my first month working, I'm finally settling into a nice groove. My five-day work week has developed a (gasp!) regular schedule. Monday is going to work and coming back, still rather energized from the weekends. Tuesdays begin to wear on me, but I have Kendo practice that night to look forward to and help me get through the day. Wednesdays are hump days, but a fledgling plan for Wednesday movie nights is another end-of-day event to look forward to. Thursdays is more Kendo at night to anticipate, and Fridays the weekend is just around the corner. As such, the weeks pass by fairly quickly.
But, having said as much, I'm feeling the ticking of the clock and the passing of time. I have never considered myself to be particularly social, as I much prefer the company of a few good friends to the hubbub and excitement of crowds. Yet...this new isolation, this 9-7 consumption of my day, has left me in essentially a social cell where I am incommunicado for ten hours a day. To be forced to rely on weekends as my primary time for social activities...is anathema to my accustomed manner of living.
...a common lament amongst recent graduates, I'm sure.
Regardless, life is going pretty good right now. Good job, good coworkers, good roommate, good apartment...what more can I ask for? Gotta find a church around here, despite my weekends being pretty much spoken for until mid-June at earliest.
Anyways, I will try to (again) resume my weekly updates (as if that ever happened in the first place) and regain contact with you fine people of the world wide web. But, until later becomes now, goodnight!
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| So. I've graduated. Well, technically, I've merely finished all my requirements, and have yet to receive my diploma or have had the chance to walk. But...I'm done. Finished. Completed. I suppose I can fill up pages of rambling words trying to describe everything I felt from the first twinges of disbelief to sheer hysteria-tinged happiness to ambivalence to forgetfulness, but I shan't. Mostly because I haven't the time to, but oh well. Been busy the last week. Buying a new car, getting insurance, going to Monrovia to look at apartments, filling out and sending in the apartment lease application, getting one last practice with Kendo buds, and then tomorrow sending Dan to the airport, I've barely had time to sit down just to think. And really, I don't have time now, either. So, I shall merely keep this post to a brief notice as to my current situation. Hope all is well with you, my dearest readers, and may we meet when all is well. | | |
| Ah, has it already been almost two weeks? Time flies when...nothing happens. The last few days have been consumed by a plethora of projects and Kendo activities, but nothing I can complain about. The project is as I expected, and the Kendo tournament turned out well, if not having the result I had hoped for. But, my last few days of activity is not why I write here tonight. Oh no, nothing so mundane, yet nothing truly novel or earth shattering.
I write tonight of anxiety and apprehension.
Well, perhaps not so dramatic, but I am feeling some niggling doubts and whatnot creep into my thoughts with increasing frequency. Such topics as the future, my living circumstances, friends, heck even my love life has had some time running through my head. But, as the majority of those mind-phantoms are so vague and amorphous as to be impossible to convey in any meaningful manner, I shall merely state that they exist and I am under their thrall.
And, in other news, I've realized (yet again) that I have a penchant for the dramatic.
But, what really do I have to complain about? Having a job upon graduation? Having friends, even though I must leave them behind (a paltry thirty miles)? Having had too much fun at UCLA so now I'm somewhat reluctant to part? Oh woe is me, for being too fortunate in my last few years!
Ah well, I guess it is man's nature to feel nervous upon the threshold of change. One small step for man....
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