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SpideyRuiz
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Name: David
State: California
Gender: Male
Interests: U.C. Berkeley, Literature, Architecture, Art, Music, Design
Expertise: cats...................mrreeww
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Member Since:
6/18/2003
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| so, wait, if that wasn't Chad Bailey last night, WHY DID HE KEEP LETTING US CALL HIM CHAD BAILEY. I AM SO CONFUSED.
EDIT:
I think it was simply ME calling him Chad Bailey and never bothering to see if he agreed or not... MY BAD.
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| There are moments in my life when I think that we travel about haplessly in a space of memories, connections, impressions, and relations that have been built by ourselves into a wonderful web—spider-sinewy, lithely-threaded—continuing to construct an edifice of who and what and when we are, until, by pure and absolute not-chance (because the happenstance of Chance would be accidental, and the creation of this magnificent structure is imposed entirely by will (who we meet, how we treat) to design a past before us that can be relied upon for afterwards) we meet up once again in a space that is not tampered by age, and a time that is not yesterday or the month before or even four years ago, but much rather now, and we lie on this hammock of history, nestled by our design, one which took twenty-one years or more and of course still more to make, until we have enough strings to fully rest in comfortably, to lie back, and relax, and have each other's nests rock back and forth, in perfect unison, because we share the same anchors because we made those anchors together more than fifteen years ago, and now finally, even after having erected strings on other sides of our house, we can go back to our drawing room, our sun deck, and let the light reveal what we had with us for so long, and it is then, it is in these moments of realization of the communal effort in this light-struck history-manifest space-time that we can fully, absolutely, be, as we were, and as we always hope we will be, in a place too perfect to intrude—a space of befores made now, histories re-lived, yesterdays todayed, and that which was dead—forgotten in name and experience—can be resurrected, wrenched straight from the other side, defying all laws of life and death and mortality, crossing from that world into this, to make us aware that one's past is never truly the past, but simply an effort to creating a fuller present.
I spent today with people I hadn't seen in four years. And even though the world kept spinning—with us going along for the ride—we managed to neglect time. We managed to never have aged, only in the best of ways.
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| My favorite part was when the blue people hissed. Because it made me think they were kitties.
I'm not even exaggerating THAT much. The movie was aiight. | | |
| I think this next semester I really want to learn how to box. Like, I really want to learn.
I know my friend Pete wants to learn and I think having another person would keep the both of us on track.
And then, around, let's say March, or even April, yeah lets say April to give it more time, I will beat the complete and total living shit out of someone I know. I will probably attempt to break his nose undoubtedly, and also at least cause several cuts along his eyebrow and cheek.
I'm making this public because that way there's no way someone can claim it was unfair. Hell, I've declared it.
I really think learning to box with Pete could be an entirely plausible endeavor. I think the fact that it's so absolutely within reach just makes me want to do it more.
I should watch out though, I'm certain that training for a whole semester will probably do crazy things to my testosterone levels. But, that also means I could probably finally grow a silly ass mustache. Just to try out for like... a day.
I'm looking forward to being a well trained, boxing, mustache toting individual.
But afterwards I'd have to tone it down, David Ruiz with a mustache is a pretty destructive force I bet.
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| We're fourth years.
SHIT.
I remember moving into Unit 2 like it was yesterday! Meeting my floor, going on wild shenanigans, eating at Crossroads—complaining about Crossroads—staying up late, studying in laundry rooms, hanging out in each other's rooms, going to parties together, moving about as a grand unit, oh god all of it.
I can't say I haven't enjoyed my seven semesters at college—they've been great.
I've got one left, let's make sure I keep at it. | | |
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