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January 2007
October 2006 But, for those readers out there interested in how I'm doing, I'm doing really well. The school slump has passed, I think, and I'm starting to ace my classes again, though I think the previous month and a half might have damaged me irreparably in terms of my grades. I hope not. We'll see. As for everything else, I'm doing better, I've started learning karate which I've wanted to do for YEARS, and Renae is back from Japan (!!!) which just kicks all kinds of ass. Plus, I got my Bad Mother Fucker wallet that I ordered off of ebay, and some new checks so I can pay rent. Heh! Am I 100%? Nope. But who is? I have a lot going for me, and yes I'm still pissed off about a lot of things. But throughout life a person can ALWAYS find something to be pissed off about. The trick is to keep yourself from getting completely consumed by bitterness and giving up on trying to live a full and happy life. It just takes a lot lot LOT more work at certain times than others. I will probably always be a little bit bitter, but as long as it's within a controllable limit it's all good. But, to sum it up, I'm doing pretty damn good (excuse my bad grammar Kim :). I saw some old pics of myself from earlier in the year, and I forgot what a difference 20 pounds makes. I look damn good now! LOL I think it's time for a shopping trip in the near future...anybody out there want to join? Oh yeah and I think Tattoo Time has finally arrived. Apparently Renae got a tattoo, making me the ONLY ONE out of me/my sisters to not have a tattoo! And I've been the one bitching about getting one for the longest time!!! I gotta figure out what design I want... 11: I just read my previous post. Yeah I am angry, yeah I am bitter. But, goddamnit, I have to add something to what I said. I just had a really good conversation with one of my aerospace friends and I admitted something to her. If my dad's health suddenly deteriorated again...yes, I would find a way to go back to Louisiana to see him and help in any way I could. Yes, I still love those others who stopped giving a shit about me, and no they shouldn't have my love but they have it anyway. And sure, I will yell and scream and cry in the confines of my room, but when I walk out that door, I know who I am. And I am not like dad. I am not going to abandon anybody, whether they deserve it or not. Why is that? Because in spite of genetics and my upbringing, I actually turned out to be a good person. That is all I have to say. 10: Here's a particularly emotional entry. So, if you're not in the mood for me ranting about shit, then maybe you should stop reading now. Ok? No I'm serious. I just cleared my mind into Microsoft Word and now I'm posting it here for all to see. Why? I don't know. I don't really care if you read this and get offended, or angry, or sad, or whatever. I really don't care if Joe Blow Punkass Loser decides to look at my page and read this post and Oh No, I've ruined his day. Well, too bad. Here's my post!!
Bitter Seems like people just want to fuck you and then kick you to the curb. Do I mean that literally or figuratively? Well, you figure it out because I�m not going to say. I just keep thinking about how all my life I�ve had these guys treating me like shit. I mean, what in the FUCK is going on?? I am so goddamn pissed off, why is it that somebody busts their ass at EVERYTHING and genuinely tries to be the best they can be, not just to themselves but to everybody else too, and they just get treated like shit?? Is it a disease that I have, that I�m immune to but I manage to pass along to all the guys that are closer than 10 feet from me? What the fuck�? I remember when my dad was in the hospital, when his cancer was at its worst and we all thought he was going to die. We, all of us in the family, were there at his bedside every freaking day, helping him out, being nice, bringing him flowers, etc, etc, etc. Everyone else in my family said, �Oh he�s going to change, he�s not going to be mean anymore, come on he has CANCER, you can�t be horrible to your family if you�ve got cancer, right?� I remember telling them, You Are So Wrong, He Isn�t Going To Change No Matter How Much You Hope And Pray And Bring Him Flowers And Shit Like That. And I was right. Things didn�t get better. They got WORSE. Here I am, supporting myself COMPLETELY at school, about to fucking run out of money because I got KICKED OUT! And why did I get kicked out?? Fuck, I�m not even going to tell that story. If you want to know, ask me and maybe I�ll tell you. I am just so incredibly pissed off. People sometimes, all the time really, just don�t understand or care to understand, how much power they really have to hurt others. It really is an incredible power. I am just so angry, how people have hurt me, god it is really becoming obvious how much shit I have taken this past year from guys. I just want to beat the hell out of something, I wish I had a punching bag. This past year has been really enlightening. All I have learned is that the people who you think you can depend on are worthless, they take from you, they make promises, they hurt and hurt and hurt and it never fucking stops. And it�s the people you don�t think you need that end up saving you from dropping everything and saying FUCK IT ALL. I mean, what the HELL? Why the hell should they have to save my sorry ass? Isn�t it up to those people who have lied and told me they love me to help me out when the shit hits the fan? Oh wait, it�s the people who say they love me who cause the fucking problems in the first place. What was I thinking?!? In fact, this past year has really gotten me to thinking about the past 22 years and what has happened to me over that time. I think I have been numb for so long, I didn�t realize how screwed up I am from all the crap I�ve been through, but it has been a LOT. Maybe that�s the disease I have, that I�m just screwed up. That I ACTUALLY BELIEVE that it�s possible to LOVE even though you�ve had it hard and other people treat you like shit. Well, fuck this. I�m serious, FUCK IT! All you guys out there--and hell this applies to ladies too�who think you can treat somebody else like crap, let me tell you something, it is going to come back to you one day. I don�t care if you change your ways. Here I was, holding out a secret hope that some of these guys I was talking about would actually get their shit together, but you know what? I DON�T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE. You go waste your life being a dick to the people who love you the most, that�s FINE BY ME. I don�t NEED your shit, I don�t WANT your shit, so you can shove it, ok?? God DAMN it, I am so mad. And you know why I�m mad? It�s because I�m hurt. It�s because I got kicked in the ribs, and oh yeah, It Didn�t Feel Good. And then when I pulled my shirt up to look at my ribs, I saw the wound that I just got, and then I kept looking and I saw all the other ones I forgot I had. At least I can be honest with myself about that. At least I can be truthful and admit that yeah I am not made of steel, that even though you fucking loser guys out there have pretended like Oscar-winng actors to love me and then let me go, I CAN LET GO OF YOU TOO. I don�t expect to see dear ol� dad again in a long, long time. And all you others I don�t expect to see either, and I am just fine with that. I CAN TAKE CARE OF MY OWN GODDAMN SELF, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. 2: So, things have been looking up lately. The past few weeks--actually, the past month�have probably been the hardest in a while. I won�t say they were the hardest, because I know for a fact I have been in much tighter corners with much greater weights on my shoulders. But, about a month and a half ago, I was troubled in a way I had never been before and have been reeling from it ever since. Well, the reeling hasn�t stopped, but it has been slowed significantly. And since my brain and heart went back to the places they should be, I�ve been doing some thinking. It started around the time I was gearing up to go to track nationals. That was an absolute nightmare. I didn�t think I was going to be able to go�the money just wasn�t there. I was so depressed I almost gave up. Finally it came down to a last-minute decision: pay for nationals yourself, Julie, or you don�t get to go. I had a bike thanks to Carl/Leigh at the velodrome in Houston, and my friends were so amazing, they pooled some funds together to help me go. But still, I knew that if I went, I would be broke when I came back. Now I have wanted to go to a cycling national championship for years, especially track nationals. This is my second-to-last year as an undergrad and quite possibly one of my last opportunities to go (hopefully not, but�who knows?). Well, I went for it. And now I�m completely broke. But I�m so much happier now, I had no idea the impact going to collegiate nationals would have on me. I�m not just talking about the actual racing. The racing was good, and I did well, but�there is more. So many people came to my aid when it turned out that I might not be able to go, that I wouldn�t have my own bike to ride, and when family problems cropped up at the worst time, as usual, which just made things harder. When I actually started racing, I wasn�t nervous at all because I was just happy to be there! Going to nationals helped me in other ways too. I didn�t realize it, but I needed to be disconnected for a while. Disconnected from my family, from school, from other people and other problems. Being gone for 4 days allowed me to step back and take a look at my life, and how I was handling many things. A lot of what I saw, I didn�t like. I saw somebody who was very confused, and heartbroken, and listless. But I also saw someone who works hard no matter what, someone who doesn�t flinch when the shit hits the fan. And in a world like this one, that counts for a whole lot. Even though a lot of the time I am still pretty depressed, I don�t feel like there is no end in sight. I got to see myself in a positive light because I was separated from the things that kept my eyes in the dark. I don�t know if that makes any sense�but it�s the best way I can describe it.
September 2006 Spent most of the day getting ready for NCCA Track Nationals. Looking up plane tickets and stuff. I'm going to have to talk to each of my professors, since I'll be missing at least 2 full days of class. Today I went to Old Navy and bought some pants. Buying pants for me is like pulling teeth. But I didn't have a choice...after digging through my closet I discovered that I've lost so much weight, none of my pants fit me anymore. They are all size 10 or above. So I had to get at least one pair. Along the way I discovered what my new size is: 6...dropped 4 sizes since January. Crazy. Anyways, I thought about it and it turns out I haven't gotten new pants since 3 years ago. 3 years is a loong time to not lose any weight. Ah well, I went ahead and did it, finally. Tomorrow, Sunday. What to do? Katie's party is tomorrow night, that should be fun since we haven't really hung out in a long time. I'm also doing some intervals in the morning. 39x12 again, just trying to get used to that number of gear-inches (88). Probably do 30-second intervals. Maybe some 40's to simulate a 500m TT, I haven't decided yet. 1: Things are slowly getting better. Distractions are a good thing. School seems like it will be a lot of work this semester (18 hours...yeah), but not too hard technically. I think that is the trick: if you take tons of hours, make sure they're not too mentally-challenging. Anyways, if you are interested in seeing my class schedule, take a look at the Miscellaneous Page. I've decided to try to be a little more upbeat about things. Not that I actually feel upbeat, not at all. But I discovered last night at the Beastie Boys Sing-Along that if I can fake having a good time for a little while, I can actually end up having a geniunely good time. So maybe if I fake it for long enough, things will begin to look up. I dunno. Gonna wake up at 7am to go do some track sprint practice. I got up to 54kph on Tuesday, which was great. Thursday's sprints were a little slower, but I had a head-wind to fight so I only got up to 52. That's ok. Ever see the movie �The Lion King�? Of course you have. Everybody has. I was just thinking of that phrase they use in the movie. The Circle of Life. Renae once told me something about college. How, when you start college, you are a certain person, with certain habits and goals and personality traits. College is one of the most formative and unpredictable times in a person�s life. As you go through college, you lose yourself (this is what Renae told me) and morph into somebody very different than the freshman you used to be. Then, in some odd way, at the end of your four years, you end up returning to that old self�wiser, more experienced, yet the same as you were initially. The same, but more. When she told me this, it was my freshman year and I was really confused by what she said. Now, I�m beginning the 5th year of my undergrad. I�m grad-student age, even though I have two more years before I complete both of my majors. But, looking back over the past four years, I see exactly what she was saying about life. When I began college, I was so determined to succeed. I saw a wonderful future for myself, one in which I was free to live and love and experience anything with no regrets. Somewhere along the way I lost that vision. I turned into�well, I don�t know what/who I turned into, but it wasn�t the person I wanted to be. It�s like I said in an earlier post: I lost some confidence, some motivation. Now that vision is coming back to me. It�s very different than it was before. My ultimate goal of being an astronaut still remains, but now I know my path to achieving that is going to be completely different than the one I used to have. Different, but so much better. I really don�t agree with the phrase, �The Circle of Life.� I think life has circular qualities, in that you repeat certain phases of life, like Renae�s story about returning to the person you were at the beginning of undergrad. But you never return to exactly the same place. You always carry experiences with you, whether they are positive or negative, as you travel through the different phases of life. So, instead of a circle, I think life is more like a helix. Why does it matter that life is more like a helix than a circle? It doesn�t. In the end, nobody is really going to care. But I thought it was an interesting observation. God, I love the music of Vanessa Mae. Her album, Subject to Change, is so beautiful. I can't get enough of it. It is really perfect for my frame of mind right now. You should listen to it if you get the chance.
August 2006 I guess the reason why I haven�t written anything is because I don�t have anything positive to say. Nothing has happened that is good in the past week, except for my move to Austin. I swear Houston was going to kill me, I�m so glad I got the hell out of there when I did. A lot of other things have happened, none of them good. For me (and I apologize in advance, I don�t normally whine about personal problems, but hey you asked me to write something so too bad for you)�for me, bad things always happen in threes. I�m not sure what number three is yet, but I�m 100% sure what numbers one and two are. I guess if you look at things in chronological order, number one would be me taking an emotional nosedive. Number two is just the usual family stuff. Forgive me for not giving the details of both problems, I�ve already told the 2-3 people who I�m going to tell. Actually I haven�t even told anyone about problem number two, but then again I never do. That is the kind of problem not many people understand. Problem number one, though�well, that is one that happens to everyone, unfortunately. Both one and two stem from the same dilemma, actually. And that is that you can�t change people. You can try and try, goodness knows my Mom has tried for 30+ years to make my Dad change, but sometimes you just have to let a person be. My friend Katie has an amazing quote on her myspace profile that sums it up: "That's what real love amounts to -- letting a person be what he really is." (Jim Morrison). I guess the gist of it is, you can talk to and try to support somebody as much as you can, but really, if you genuinely care about them, you have to let them choose what they will, even if it is frustrating and heartbreaking to watch. And once that person makes their choice, it is up to you to decide whether you are going to stand by them or not. This is in spite of whether you agree with what they�re doing or your own personal desires for that person. OK, I am going to try to make this end on a positive note for those of you who are actually spending your time reading this. Like I said before, you can�t change other people. But if there is one thing in this world that people can change, it is themselves. Each and every one of us is amazing and beautiful in his/her own way. Even if we find ourselves in bad situations or are unhappy with our circumstances/location/lifestyle, we all have the power to change things for the better. Whether it involves an action on our part, or simply a change in our outlook on life, it is always, always possible to improve. No, it�s not possible to change other people�but if you are trying to change yourself for the better, there are going to be people out there willing to help you, if you let them. This is a lesson I learned personally not too long ago. Just remember, you only get one life. Don�t spend it being frustrated. 5: Just finished cleaning out my car. Autobuyers Texas is going to give me $350 for it, which is about what I was expecting. I thought I would be sad to see my pretty car go, but for some reason I don't really care. A car is a car after all. I guess if I had been driving it all this time, I would feel differently. I went on a ride this morning and had a moment of thoughtfulness that I wrote about and posted here on my website (under "What I Think") and also as a blog on myspace. I don't know why I wrote it, I don't usually get sentimental like that (OK, maybe I do..) but today was a different-feeling day for some reason. I bought 7 health bars from HEB today. Apparently it's tax-free weekend, though I don't see why it's so special since I will probably end up saving a dollar or two at the very most. Yesterday I had plans to go to the Miller outdoor theater in downtown Houston to watch Shakespeare's The Tempest. The plan was to go with my coworkers Angie and Ethan. Well, Angie and Ethan both brought their significant others, so I was pretty much the fifth wheel. Imagine two couples sitting on a blanket outside enjoying a play, and another person sitting behind them curled in a ball, falling asleep from a combination of boredom and isolation. Not that I didn't have a good time hanging out, it was fun...I just felt very much like the odd one out. Not a good feeling at all. 2: Well today was sort of eventful. I finished soldering/building both of my ultraviolet LED arrays, and they look nice, though I think I probably gave myself cancer while testing the circuitry for them. Whoops. I ran an experiment to see if the setup works, I'll get results on Friday when the bacteria have had a chance to grow in the Petri dishes. What else happened today? Not much. Blake, one of my old co-workers from Astronaut Training, got his final certification to be an astronaut trainer (which takes about a year to complete), so a bunch of folks went out tonight to celebrate. Of course, I ate too much. I need to stop eating out, it's too expensive and not healthy. I guess training 2-3 hours daily gives me a little more leeway but I still feel stuffed. I don't understand something, it's just a little bit annoying. It has to do with my interactions with multiple people during this past week. Really, they aren't anything big by themselves, but I guess because they both happened in the same week it makes me wonder. What I'm confused about is this: why in the world does a guy chase after a lady if he knows she is off the market? This makes no sense to me. It happened twice this week. I swear my first instinct was to grab said guys by the hair and shake them, yelling "What the hell is wrong with you??" To me it is a blatant lack of respect and shows how little they value the personal relationships of the other person. I just don't get it, and it is frustrating. Anyways, I'm not going to dwell on it. Instead I'm going to waddle over to bed and try to get some sleep. There's much to be done tomorrow! 6x500m repeats, an upper-body workout in the gym, some calcite analysis on the light microscope, and my engineering group's Annual Chili Cookoff (which I half-organized this year). Wee!
July 2006 Isaac was doped up on Benadryl on the way back, so I drove the whole time which was awesome because I hadn't driven in forever. After Isaac and I got back today I went cycling and had a big success in my 200m and and 500m intervals. I was able to hit one of my goals of 50kph (31mph)! This was something I only did once last year, and probably because of a tailwind at that. This time I did it 4 times in the 200m and once in the 500m (my workout was 6x200 and 2x500). Anyway, I'm stoked and I'm hoping to see much more improvement by the time September comes around. Tracy had some things come up and I'm hoping she is able to recover. Things were going great between her and Zane and then he went off the deep end (I'm not going to post the details here) and it was over between them. So, I've invited Tracy to come down to Houston again so I can help her take her mind off of her worthless ex. Tracy, if you read this, you were too good for him and he didn't appreciate how gorgeous you are, you are better off without him! That is the truth too. My first order of business tomorrow is to get the ball rolling on my "package" that I'm getting in the "mail" for certain "people." No more details than this, not right now at least. 'nite! 22: Went out to Korean BBQ the 20th, had an entire grilled mackerel, along with yummy veggies and lots of water (I had just gone riding, I was thirsty :). It was a really good time. Today (well technically, yesterday the 21st) I got to work at 7am and did some work in the microbiology lab. Then I went to listen to moonwalker Jack Schmitt (the only geologist who's been to the Moon) talk about the Apollo program. After that, Angie (my office-mate) and I went to have lunch with the chemists, Nik and Chris. It was a lot of fun, we had Mexican food for lunch, and I had alcoholic beverages for the first time in a long time (a Corona light and a margarita). Then we walked around the Boardwalk in Kemah (on the waterfront next to Clear Lake) and finally went on a boat ride on the lake. I got absolutely drenched, but it was a good thing because it was insanely hot outside. Then Angie and I went to the store to buy stuff for Antja's game night which started at 7pm. Game night was a lot of fun, it was around 13 NASA folks (a lot of them recent UT alums that I know). We played 2 games of Mafia, which I had never played before. For those of you who are familiar with the rules, for the first game I was one of the Mafia (and I was the 3rd last to get whacked) and for the second game I was the police--and I survived the entire game! I was proud. After that we played Taboo, and I kicked serious butt (my team got 7 points on one of my turns). We ended up winning 51 to 38. After that, Angie and her boyfriend John decided to call it a night, so since Angie was my ride (and I was pretty tired too) I left as well. Now it's 12:45 in the morning (or night I guess) and I should be in bed since I'm getting up early to ride/lift weights tomorrow. Good times! :) 19: Why do I always do these silly surveys? I don't know.
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