Shiranne Gone

End of Spring Break, kind of! I dropped Shiranne off at SFO early this morning, and her plane in JFK just took off for Tel Aviv. Goodbyes were less tearful than usual, probably because I’m so dead set on Israel at this point that it’s just like we’re taking time off from being together, which is already in progress. A few months of break. Then we continue a few months of where we left off. Sounds kind of crazy, but I think the both of us can put up with it, given what we’ve gone through.

Oh and Shiranne and Eric and I are fucking sunburned to the max. My face is red and it’s finally starting to peel. There’s also an epic hat mark where the normal skin color abruptly stops across my forehead. Remember, kids, just because it’s below freezing doesn’t mean the sun isn’t reflecting off that snow.

In other news, I got my grades back from this quarter. Even though I failed my CS midterm (55/100), I ended up getting a 3.3 in that class, which is like the best thing possible. 3.6 and 3.9 in my other two classes. That gives me a cumulative 3.71 which means that as a grad student I am kicking the ass of my previous undergrad GPA. But more importantly, it means that there’s a greater chance of me returning to UW to complete my degree. I guess I really am kind of up for it.

But before that I really have to see what’s up with employment and lodging in terms of spring and summer. We’ll see.

Spring so far

Thought I’d give y’all an update on what the haps are.

I finished my final projects and tests early last week. Turned in a final paper about Facebook’s Photos and Events application linkage, phonemic alternation in Mandarin, and took a test on data structures.

The next morning I woke up bright and early to haul myself and most of my stuff to the airport, and arrived in San Francisco with a few delays. Had lunch on the go with my mom, stopped at my dad’s, and took off toward Santa Cruz.

Met with Nico and Zack and Shiranne and her friends at Saturn Cafe for some veg burgers. Then Shiranne and I headed to the Explosions in the Sky show down the street at the Catalyst. A lot of pot smoke, a lot of really epic guitar strumming and plucking, a lot of knees getting tired from standing a lot! Then we drove around somewhat aimlessly on Highway 1 for a while then I headed back to Nico’s apartment at Porter and sleeped.

Thursday was spent tagging along with Shiranne and saying hello to a bunch of her friends. Well, my friends, too. They were classmates or at least Internet friends while I was still in Santa Cruz. In the evening we headed to the Chabad House and had a fun Megillah reading with a cute PowerPoint slideshow with caricatures of all the characters. Also, pizza. Later, Shiranne and I took an awesome walk through the Porter meadow and lied on the Porter Squiggle for a while until the cold got sort of unbearable.

Said goodbyes to Nico and crew the next morning, and Shiranne and I climbed Tree 9! It was her first time. Dat tree lost the little log at the bottom that people used to get up to the climbable branches, but some kind souls constructed a rope ladder in its place. Then we headed back to Palo Alto and chilled for the rest of the day, welcoming Shabbat along with Shiranne’s mom who made us some soup and pastas.

On Saturday I spent some time catching up on Internet (while Shiranne couldn’t ohohoho) and also took a walk to Greer Park where we saw these people roasting pigs on a rotisserie which totally grossed Shiranne out! Later we prepared for Shiranne’s Purim party and I got totally lost picking up Paolo and Sonya. We played some Brawl and watched some Wristcutters and chatted about bygone Palo Alto days (that I was not a part of).

Today I woked and drove back to San Rafael and spent the rest of the day finally unpacking all the suitcases I brought home, and catching up on the rest of the Internet. That’s a lot of Internet to catch up on! About 300 LJ posts, and about the same amount of RSS posts. I guess that is the price to pay for spending time outside. Later today Shiranne and Eric and I are headed into the city for some Japaneses, then we’re heading back here to watch a movie.

Tomorrow we’re heading up to the mountains and going down hills on various planks of polymers. What a vacation!

Santa Cruz

Heyyyy Santa Cruz kids.

I will be in Santa Cruz with Shiranne from Wednesday afternoon to Friday morning! On Wednesday night we’re going to the Catalyst to see Explosions in the Sky. Afterwards I believe I’m crashing at Nico’s apartment. Thursday, we’ll be goin’ around and saying hello to people. Friday, Tree 9 maybe??!! I’m planning on tagging along with Shiranne, but anyone who’s around, I want to see you!

Also, I’ve decided to start tagging my entries. They do indeed get lost in the shuffle, and Google sucks at searching LiveJournal. Hopefully this will provide some structure!

Hot dang

That was successful! I threw a goodbye party at my apartment last night. Bought about $150 worth of snacks, drinks, and pizza; set up the place for a giant helping of Brawl (and some DDR) but also other rooms for things other than Brawl (you know, like, conversation); made the apartment clean as a whistle (okay, my roommates did that part).

Everyone who I thought would come, came, and more. Doug and Zack invited their own friends as well, so it was quite the event. And I’m sort of lucky that most of Zack’s friends didn’t drink – I bought JUST enough to adequately feed and intoxicate everyone who wanted it. Fun times were had, and it will be difficult to start again in California. Hope I can find another good group of friends like the one I found here.

Home

Funeral was intensely pleasant. Saw family and friends I was long overdue to see, shared good stories, and presented what is now basically a shrine to my stepmom – our house. It’s full of cards, flowers, and laptops showing Betty slideshows – that’s temporary – but the pictures, her furniture, her books, her decorations, her garden all remain. The service itself was conducted in the most awesome of places. I don’t know how many of you had been to my dad’s house before, but there’s a creek running under the front deck. The service leader from Hospice stood next to the creek and spoke to everyone looking down at him from the deck’s railings surrounding him above. My dad was a story up, looking out from his bedroom’s balcony. Obviously, a very emotional but also very pleasing event. First funeral I’d ever been to… the word “enjoyable” is inappropriate, but you know what I mean.

Anyway I wanted to blog because of a random thought: my technology locates me.
– I barely ever leave a room without my phone.
– I bring my laptop to wherever I’m either working or staying over at.
– My desktop basically establishes where I “live” – fittingly, it’s one of the last things I’m moving down from Seattle after I come back from Spring Break.

I’ve had to answer what I’m doing now and what I plan on doing within the next year about 10 times today. The answer is basically “I don’t know” – but what I do know is that I’m in love and it feels pretty nice.

Funeral Funhouse

Hello Internet friends, new and old.

Today I am heading home to San Rafael for the weekend and totally paying tribute to my stepmom. Will be seeing my uncle, cousins, Betty’s family, family friends, etc. Certainly nice to see all of them after so much time.

But today also marks Part 1 of Get The Hell Out Of Seattle, where I pack up as much of my room as possible in a few suitcases, head to California, and return with empty, bigger suitcases. I’ll be doing it again at the start of Spring break, and then after Sakuracon I’m leavin’ for good. Either my mom’s heading up or I’m just renting a car to take down. If this supposed roommate who’s moving from Cuba to take my place doesn’t call soon, I’m going to have to find something to do about all this furniture that I’m not moving. Oy boy.

It will, only as of recently, be sad to leave Seattle, because I’ve been steadily cultivating friends from a lot of places: roommates, the BEMANI dudez, CSE grads, Secular Student Union pals. I really have to think about starting and re-starting a number of friendships once I head to California, as it might be the longest time I’ve stayed at my dad’s since I started going to college in 2003. I also have to get used to not walking everywhere and using my late stepmom’s Jaguar instead. Fancy car, but not my style.

Oh well. Back to packing.