Damn it, I'm babbling again. I don't have anything definite to say. Wait, I do now. I was at Ionic a few hours ago, spending some time with my long-time-not-seen thesis groupmates. The REAL groupmates, not the ones that huddled over one computer to complete our 'complex' documentation. To my surprise, they had accomplished more than I did during the time that we were officially cleared by the Beloved Advisor (and again, I say that 'Beloved' the way Kim Jong Il is 'Beloved'. Ah, I just love repeating that.). They were able to pass their applications for graduation, and they also took care of their transcripts and whatnot. AND they were able to drink and party. Technically speaking, I did only half of what they achieved during this time.
Wow, I thought. Seems they're raring to go. Why do I still feel like I need some more R & R? Check that. Why don't I feel the urge to get out and do some work for my own sweet paycheck? Lazy, lazy, lazy Brent. *sigh* Anyway, I told one of my groupmates to accompany me to get apply for those documents tomorrow. And hopefully, the next and last time that I return to that accursed breeding spot of pretention (a.k.a. SLU) will be when I walk down its gym floors, wearing a black robe, with a feeling of combined emotions - no more school, and more importantly, no more allowance.
I am still in the process of grasping the inevitable fact of working for a living. Please forgive my current and apparent irresponsibility, and take solace in the fact that it's recognized and slowly being eliminated from my system. In other words, I'm approaching the near future kicking and screaming. As of today, I am Joseph Brent Songgadan Lardizabal - Occupation:Slacker. This leads me to a totally selfish question: Will I be able to chill like this when i work? Or will I be spending the free time that I have in the future elsewhere? Hmm.
Which reminds me, I need a list of things I plan on doing when i have some money of my own. Number One would probably be Buy a Camera Phone. Me and a camera phone can imply a lot of things. For instance, with a camera phone I can stay away from Brent longer. Like I said before (update your count) if I had my own personal Mecca, it would be Brent Baguio. I need to take pictures of where I spent the crucial first 18 years of my life before it goes totally unrecognizable on me. That would take a day, tops. And note that I also have a personal Tiananmen Square, Reno, New Orleans, Dante's Inferno, etc.
Okay, now I'm watching Iron Chef, and a 2 questions came into my head: Are chefs in Japan really held in such high esteem? and What is Takeshi Kaga smiling about after taking a bite out of a yellow pepper? To tell you honestly, Aesop would be ashamed of himself when he sees his fables are brocolli to children compared to Japanese imagination. Wait, before I go on: Why isn't Takeshi Kaga's voice dubbed in Kitchen Stadium? Ahem. Anywa.. wait, wait, wait. Is the pear the most significant ingredient in French cooking? Because really, one guy poses with his fists clenched (my personal favorite, Rokusaburo Michiba), the other guy has a mean butcher's knife (Chen Kenichi), and the guy in a manly red suit with an equally manly hat comes up with a testosterone packed, girly-man making.... pear. I'd say fruit, but that would be overkill. And I don't really give a rat's ass for Iron Chef Italian. I've never watched the jackass compete yet.
Oh, and if you've been to that site I mentioned earlier, here's another condition for you Southern-Comfort-and-cooking-show enthusiasts: If the challenger brings out foie gras, take a shot. That's been happening a lot lately. Okay, here's another question, and it's not necessarily about Iron Chef: Really, how the hell can I 'enjoy watching this show (Iron Chef) with Glad freezer bags'? Hmm. I hope I share the lament of the people when I say that I fucking HATE ETC commercial breaks. I haven't watched a single episode of Ed yet, and I'm sick of it already. It's NOT 'all good', you over-Flashed preppy Queer-Eyed boys. I'm too tired to tackle that subject right now, though.
Here's something from Everything But the Girl. You gotta love them lyrics.
Of course I feel betrayed,
but that's the way it goes, everyone knows.
Trying to make you love me again,
crying at your door ust to hold you once more.
Darling I know it's so hard to let a love go,
it's not easy letting love go,
it's so hard to let a love go.
Darling don't I know, it is never easy letting go
when it's gone on and on and on and on.
Your friends said you looked well,
you promised that you'd write and call them at night.
But if you wake up in another town
and it's loneliness you've found just cause I'm not around,
then darling you'll know it's so hard to let a love go,
it's not easy letting love go,
it's so hard to let a love go.
Darling don't I know it is never easy letting go
when it's gone on and on and on and on.
But I'm not gonna pretend --
I find it hard to forgive and find a new way to live.
And if I had my time again, I'd still have you back,
it's as simple as that.
Darling I know it's so hard to let a love go,
it's not easy letting love go,
it's so hard to let a love go.
Darling don't I know it is never easy letting go
when it's gone on and on and on and on.
