Ready for the summer to be here already!

The only final i have during finals weeks is this one. It is take home and we are allowed a few days to complete it. All my other classes require portfolios or final projects. In all actuality, I only have 1.5 weeks of school remaining for the 2008-09 school year.

One would think that news like that would drive me to study and get all of my work done. On the contrary, i am procrastinating worse than ever. i waited until 1:15 to start the second half of my cover essay for my portfolio that was due today. I did underestimate the time it would take me and I did do a little more work than was do but would have had to do it anyway because it would be due with the final portfolio. So I got done eating dinner around 8pm. I sat on the couch until 10:15. Then i sat in my room browsing the Internet, talking to friends i hadn't heard form in a while, and downloading music. By the time I actually started writing the essay, it was 1:15am. I didn't turn off my light and go to sleep until 5:30 am. Managing an amazing three hours of sleep, here I sit having just turned in the rough draft of my Otter Realm article.

I know I have already blogged about why I think I procrastinate. But if I know why, then why am i still doing it. It is okay to do it a little bit. I sat and watched TV for two hours after dinner. Ok fine, no big deal. Had i began my HW then, I could have been in bed by 2am and earned approximately seven hours of sleep.

Well here it is. This is my proclamation to stop procrastinating for the next 2 weeks. That isn't that long. i am sure I can manage some self discipline for just 2 weeks. Funny thing is as i write this i am already laughing inside because i know this little pledge to be studious is bullshit. I am procrastinating as i write this. i have a million other things i could be doing. I have to make a portfolio for Otter Realm Workshop, I have to Revise my Creative work for 339S, i need to make up work in my reporting class, I have a final project i haven't even started in reporting...and yet i am finding time to blog about what a bad time manager I am. Well i better get back to what is pressing, assignments that are due.....take care, good luck with finals and capstones you all and see you on Thursday......Peace be da journey...

USA PRIDE!

The pictures i took from some other website and make no claims to having taken them myself.

Iraq, what a horrible place to live. Extreme highs and lows in temperature, sand storms and shitty infrastructure. My brother has been there since February.

Its funny, with all the violence and terror occurring in that native land, i never really worry about any towel heads taking him out. I mean he's my older brother. Something like that cannot happen to me, to us, to this family. Its funny you just can't think like that. You have to assume nothing will happen, otherwise you worry all the time.

No Haji will put an end to his wife's happiness. She toils in loneliness every time he is deployed to defend this country. As a result when he IS home he spends most of his time with his wife. People don't seem to understand the sacrifices made by soldiers who give up their lives to protect this country. I would love to see the pussy totin' liberals I see walking around our campus who complain of recruiters taking advantage of poor minorities volunteer and sign up their life to protect what they take for granted every day.

My brother and his wife have been married for 7 years. You know how much of those 7-years the two of them have spent living together. Three. Three years they have spent together in a house living with one another. Otherwise my brother has been in Virginia, Pensacola, Fl, Meridian Mississippi. When he wasn't training within the united states, he was busy being deployed landing and talking off of air craft carriers all over the world.

Now he sits in a shit hole in Iraq. While i agree that the war in Iraq is bullshit, lets hope that since we are already there something good comes of it. And lets alienate people who put us there but not alienate the military. They are not evil. It is because of the military that we have this country today and it isn't in the hands of the United Kingdom. Our first president was the General of the Continental Army.

While you sit there and bad mouth our service men and call them gullible and stupid for signing up to serve this country, maybe you should get the fuck out!!!...I hear the Canadians are a bunch of pussies, go join them.

Crap

Sometimes it think my girlfriend is crazy. And then sometimes i think it is just me.

I'm sure you guys have been there. And i used to be looking for that one girl that wasn't nuts. I had sampled quite a variety and found that most of them had issues, were annoying, or were only good for one thing to me. Then, since I had participated in such experiments as to figure out what kinds of girl i wanted, I decided to stop being a whore and look for "The One."

Finally i found a girl who is cool. If she is the one or not remains to be seen. There are so many things about her I really like. she's a dork like me, she likes to do a lot of the same things as me, she's funny, has a great sense of humor, my family loves her, and she is smart. There are also a few things that really piss me off about her. She won't admit it but she always has to be in control, of everything.

Anyway, I guess I am just writing all this because I don't know what to do. I like her a lot. I was looking forward to spending the entire weekend with her, and we got in a fight last night. Of course when she gets mad at me its all my fault, but some how when i get mad at her, it is still all my fault, What the is that?

Anyway my conclusion is that there are no girls out there without issues. Also, i think us guys have our share as well. I guess it is just about finding the "the one" who compliments that craziness in a positive way...

Holy Moly

The weather here was fabulous this weekend and through Tuesday. I love it when the sun is out all day, not a cloud pollutes the bright blue sky and the warm breeze relaxes the most stressful situations like a sauna.

On Saturday I went dirt bike riding for the first time. Well not the very first time. Lets put it this way i had been on a dirt bike 3 times before and they were all at my friend Jarod's house. The first time I rode his Kawasaki 220cc 2-stroke and wheelied it twice in a row. I down shifted to first and released the clutch suddenly having never gotten off the throttle. Wheelie number one. It scared the shit out of me but I managed to bring the front wheel down to the dirt. As the front tire pounded to the grounded, the impact cause my throttle hand to twist down. The front end violently bucked up like a horse and my legs dangled off the foot pegs like super man flying in the sky. Again, somehow I managed to bring the front end down.

The other two times were on a Suzuki 250cc 4-stroke and i just putted around never getting out of 2nd gear or loosing traction. On Saturday, however, I ventured to Hollister Hills. not only did i have to worry about man handling the bike, i also had to worry about other traffic. My girlfriend grew up riding dirt bikes and has a 150. We picked up a 250 2 stroke from her parents for me to ride. She wanted me to start off on her little 150, so i did. after about an hour we were gonna switch and i would ride the 250. I have my motorcycle license and we figured i would pick it up rather quickly.

If you thought motorcycles and dirt bikes were the same, let me be the first to tell you, They are COMPLETELY different! You you have to constantly downshift, upshift, break gas, stand up, sit down. While all of this is going on you have to watch for other riders and maneuver the bike in muddy, sandy, and hard concrete-like terrain.

I think it was a wise choice but I stayed on the 150cc all day and we ended up having to leave because i slide out and punctured the radiator hose and bent the gear shifter so that it wouldn't shift up because it was hitting the engine. Until I do not have to think about what i am doing at every turn, clutch, shift, decelerate, front brake, back brake, turn, tire traction, accelerate, I will probably stay on that 150cc, as pussy as it looks. I would rather look like a pussy than break my neck. I will be on that bigger bike soon enough.

All in all it was a fun day at the trails and we capped the day off with a birthday party in Scotts Valley.

94-year-old Ft Ord Resident

This is Interesting


I am writing an article for the Otter Realm this week about the deconstruction of the old Barracks on Division Hill located second st and Divarty. Curious as to what the history of these five buildings were, i sought out an army historian. He told me about the rock wall around the building that was built by POW's from either Germany or Italy during WWII. 94-year-old Retired Army Major Lee Stickler informed me that the barracks were done being built in September 1940 or 41. He was shipped up to Ft. Ord in June of 1940. The first tow buildings built were the division hill barracks and the horse stables.

Stickler was a member of the 76th field artillery during world war two. This was Horse drawn artillery. The unit was later broken up to the 74th, 75th, and 76th Field/Mechanized artillery unit. It was very interesting to hear from someone that had been here since the begging of Fort Ord. Now everyone seems to be consumed with tearing down the old buildings. making a beautiful college campus. But what about the history of the old military base? What about our past? Shouldn't we remember what went on here?

Stickler said it was sad to see something from his past be demolished. At the same time, he he acknowledged the importance of education and admitted the importance of CSUMB.

All in all i found it very amazing to talk to a man that has been breathing for 94 years. A man who served his country and fought in Europe during World War II. One of the first group of soldiers to stay at ft Ord in the division hill barracks. So my perspective had changed. what i once say as eye sores on this campus, i now see as a part of our states and country's history that to some extent should be preserved and shown off for generations.

Schoolhouse Rock -Procrastination-ation

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Here I sit in the famed TANIMURA & ANTEL MEMORIAL FAMILY LIBRARY, laptop in front of me and an endless list of assignments on top of me. Instead of completing, finishing, or even starting this work, I choose to procrastinate, and no that is the similar to Masturbate. Getting out minds out of the gutter, Lets try to find the reasoning behind my procrastination.

I have always linked my procrastination to ADD, a disorder I doubt I have or have ever been diagnosed with. However, if I don't wanna get started in work its because I get distracted too easily. The solution to this problem was to go to a library and then I would be forced to complete my work or I would sit in a boring library. Nowadays, libraries aren't boring anymore. They have coffee houses, free internet access, tons of computers, and with the advent of WI-FI and laptops, I can find procrastination at the push of a button in the entire library.

So I can conclude that I do not have ADD and that my options for procrastinating are limitless, from the internet, to television, to eating food or sleeping, it surrounds my very existence. This rules out the solution of riding the world of appealing modes of procrastinating. The next angle I must look at this pedantic problem from is my self. If it isn't something outside, it must be something inside myself.

The reasons I have found for procrastinating that are legitimate are few. However they run deep. the first I choose to look at is the Fear of Failure. If I approach an assignment with %110 and do not receive an A or B then in my eyes I have FAILED. Therefore if I put this assignment off until the very last minute, I will be satisfied with a C because I didn't even try on it. It is a way to validate myself and know that if I fail or am rejected in sense that it is because I didn't give it an honest effort-just a last minute one.

Next is the fear of Success. Afraid to be successful because of the failure that might ensue, the added responsibility of reaching one's potential, and the expectations others and the self will put on you. This is a complicate one. I mean don't we all strive for success? I do, but not because I care so much. more so because that is what I am supposed to do right?

Finally we fucking procrastinate because we just don't want to do the god damn fucking assignment. It was a long day at work, on my feet for 10 hours or a tiring, long day on campus from 8am to 6pm and the article or short story due tomorrow is the farthest thing from my mind. What I want is to turn on the TV, lay on the couch and pass the fuck out!

Whatever the reasoning for my delay of the inevitable, it seems that no matter what I do, I still procrastinate. I have accepted it, which is bad, because I know that I am doing it, that I shouldn't, and that the end result is mediocre work, a runny nose from lack of sleep and added stress that is unnecessary.

Maybe one day when $ is on the line I will act more responsibly, but until then I will strive for excellence and see what happens...you know what they don't say, "You can teach an old dog new tricks."

This old dog has yet to open his bag of tricks...

Hallway Ballin'

M,O to the S, S moss alright, what you talkin' about willis?

The fog approaches the Moss Landing harbor only to be faced with the tunes of the Hallway Ballers who magnificently reverse the direction of the winds, causing it to glow offshore for the entire evening causing for epic barrel rides at killer peaks. The acoustic, reggae infused bass lead, funk beats that are music from what you know growing up rolled into one.

This band keeps me company through everything. Makes me feel like going down to a fishin' hole, drink a 40 of some old E. In the car, at the beach even in the water i be signing some Hallway Ballers status. But what is a Hallway Baller? that is the question that remains shall you wonder this as well?

Well lets see at a time stamped in the past i discovered the answer to this interesting question....it involves a group of guys who make you laugh and chill no matter what. Enjoy life through any means you can, because it is too precious to let go, a child-sized basket ball, and a hallway. Then the Baller must roll the ball around his body and pass it around until everyone is Hallway Ballin...so much so that they are too busy hallway ball' to drink at parties...and don't forget the organic cheese wafers.

What is it all about?

So what is up with people? People who have to have things there way. People who want you to be thoughtful about there needs but then turnaround and slap you in the face when they seldom think about yours? Something about always having to be in control i think. I don't give a shit what is what. I know one thing I don't like to be told what to do, how to do it or what i SHOULD do.

Then the thought is, maybe to get along in this chaotic world we live in i have to make some sacrifices. I get so angry and pissed off and I hold it all in so at to not upset people, but then i get over it because i would rather not loose them then yell at them and be searching for them later.

I guess it goes to the fact that I have a hard time letting things go. Today i got pissed from the moment I woke up and i couldn't let it go all day. I finally got over it like 8 hours later, but still when i think about it i get that feeling in my gut. That feeling that makes you want to pick up a fucking pick axe and take it to every window in the house. Then once all the anger and rage is gone it is disgraceful to go around the house and see all the money you are going to have to spend replacing the windows and how much time you spent having to clean up the broken glass. Worst of all is the blood dripping down the wall from the cat that mistakenly ran between the pointy end of the pick-ax and the wall...oops. Anyway i have found, even though i don't do it hardly at all, that writing is the best way for me to displace my frustrations about people and life.

There is no cure however for the morons on the road. I get so enraged driving among idiots and having to weave in and out of traffic because no body understands the concept of the left lane being a passing lane not a "fast" lane. Anyway i can't wait for summer where hopefully i have a job and all i have to worry about it going to work , surfing, going to shows, and hanging with my girlfriend. well till next time see you later, if you cut me off on the road i might break all your car windows, so sorry in advance.

Sunny Days

As I sit here I think
Think about this page that fills with the thoughts that are not mine. Thoughts I am forced to conceive due to the pressures of the world and the man. The man who keeps us down but yet still keeps us up. Where it is not broke to be a crime but it's a crime to be broke(HALLWAYBALLERS). Where all mankind is not created equal. This man and now woman requires those who want to be successful to first graduate college having obtained a bachelors degree that means what they want it to mean. Used to be that the be all was high school and that was the end all. For who are they to tell we what we need to make money. Oh but money makes the world go round. I'm sick, sick of all this monotonous shit, that consumes my brain but what do I do but procrastinate. Then I turn the work in and for some reason the teachers seldom tell me its too late.

What I can't figure is how this piece of paper is going to help me. I can write and I can be responsible. People in life find fun and pleasure in irresponsibility to a degree. so let me be me and fuck yourself. Take this education and tell me what it is we have learned. What is it I know now that I didn't before that can possible help me move forward in my life and career? I don't know what the reer is, so how the fuck you expect to help me?

Here we sit, head to head, I’d really like to take off your clothes and fuck you on the bed, from behind raw and dirty, now take off your mask and see thing clearly. Money is the essence of all this shit. so don't ask questions and just shit and listen to what it is I’m going to tell you. Education is what is needed to get ahead, You just created another business, it will help civilization prospers and benefit mankind, we can make lots of money off if your tuition, Whites only, blacks and browns- they can't learn, wait yes they can and we can tap another market, make even more money---hell we can offer them financial aide- this way we can make interest on what they pay, so now we all go to school because Undergrad is the new Secondary institute and PHD is the real degree.

With the facade of racism vanished and equality of all, schools accept everyone, devaluing the strength of that degree, making it more popular to whoop out that cash, loan, grant, financial aid to attain that masters or PHD. Wait wait wait, step back from this greed filled money making scheme. The state of California is getting rich but what’s this I hear about a deficit, $42 billion since last year, what the fuck Arnold, what about this year. Cut education and screw the teachers…..whatever, one more year and I’m out, PEACE…