August 3rd, 2011
I went to EH&S in the morning, and my boss made me check the entire EH&S site for dead web links. He didn’t know it, but I used a web crawler so I didn’t have to manually click through every link. I also made a few deliveries, and finally activated my Chase Debit card. I proceeded home afterwards, and spent $0 on lunch, eating my leftover spam & vegetables as well as the rest of my rotissery chicken. It didn’t taste as good as before, but there’s a sense of satisfaction in eating something for free. Basically, it allowed me to catch up to my $5 a day eating budget. I watched some Breaking Bad, stopping at “The Fly” episode – which is essentially a huge symbol of Walter White’s life. Upon seeing that episode, I realized truly and deeply Walter White is a tragic figure – he knew there was a perfect moment for him to die, but he has since surpassed that moment to descend into pure tragedy. With that stuck in my head, I bused on over to my friend Jonathan Chou’s place at Villa La Jolla.
As seen in today’s picture of the day is Jonathan Chou’s desk. Not only is it a symbol of my past, but it is a symbol of all the memories I had in my sophomore year. I haven’t hung out with Chou one on one since that year, and it was almost surreal looking at his speakers again. I remember waking up to them blasting at 8 am in the morning. Although they were really loud, they also remain a deep remnant of my past. I remember blasting Owl City’s Fireflies all day every day during the Winter 2009 Christmas Season. It bothered the heck out of John Torres, but it made my day every time I heard it. I subsequently made him play some of the new Owl City songs while sitting on his bed realizing how much time has passed in between then and now. The past remains, sadly enough, shadowed and etched away like a colored pencil, never to come out again. Though I know me, Howard, Chou, and Torres will never again share the same apartment, I know that part of my past will never escape my memory. It was good times, while at the same time being dramatic times. It was after all, in that apartment, where I got “brother-zoned”, where I threw an emo-angry drunk taundrum, and where I essentially fixed myself into a more secure and stable person. Instead of his desktop that he once had, Chou now has an Apple computer, and that remains largely unscathed from the touch of the colored pencil sketching it away. In other words, the present has essentially transcended the past. I talked to Chou for a bit, before Eric came back, and we all played some Words with Friends (it’s essentially a totally addictive game). Me and Chou proceeded to Chipotle afterwards, where I “wasn’t hungry”. We then went to the movies planning to watch Captain America but it was 45 minutes away. Subsequently, we went to Best Buy and got our gaming on. We played Cars 2 on the X Box, essentially reminding me of all the times I played Mario Kart with my apartment sophomore year. Sadly, those times are gone. We decided to reschedule the movies to tomorrow to save money, and Chou drove me home, where I rested essentially the rest of the night. Later, my friend Michelle came over and we watched the pilot of the O.C. I remember in Junior high I would be as obsessed about that show as I currently am about 24.
Goodbye past. I will always cherish your memory. <24.
