I'll be damned. I have my own blog....
Sorry. Sometimes the wonderous power of technology amazes and frightens me. Alright then, let's get started.
I'm a graphic designer. I've worked at a small design firm since January of 2001. I started as an intern in college, and I wasn't really sure if I wanted to stay on after I'd completed my required hours. But they asked me to stay and train the new intern, so I figured I could stay a few more days. Yeah, she quit after two hours. I tried to leave a bunch of times early on, until finally I just gave up. It's not that I don't like it there. I do, actually. It's just that I want to do something else. Well, that and I work with the most painfully annoying person ever. He makes my brain cry.
I've lived in Weymouth, Massachusetts my whole life. Some people might think that's sad, but screw them. I love my town. It's close to everything, and there's lots of history here. It's the birthplace of Abigail Adams, wife of John Adams and mother of John Quincy Adams. It's also the birthplace of George Jung, the man who introduced cocaine to masses in the 1970s (The movie Blow was based on his life). So there's that too. Anyway, my mom's lived here her whole life too, and she's much older than me. So that's much more sad.
I still see pretty much everyone I hung out with in high school. Most of the time, we hang out at Nick's house. It's not really a house, it's kind of like a shed, or double-wide outhouse. Nick's father, stepmother, and a revolving cast of stepfamily live in the Big House in the front; the Little House is out back. He lives there with his girlfriend, Hedie, and their ferrets. Cute, stinky as hell ferrets. We usually play video games or watch one of the thousands of DVDs he's got crammed in there somehow. I spent New Year's Eve 1999 sleeping on the floor, prompting the quote of the millenium,"I never thought I'd spend be spending the first day of the year 2000 curled up on the floor in a shack behind someone's house."
Usually Wah-Kee is there, inexplicably vacuuming the futon.
Wah-Kee doesn't really get along with his family. His parents forgot his birthday one year, opting to divide their attention between his two brothers, Wah-Shing, who's a year older, and Alan, who's about 17 years younger. I don't honestly know much about his family, I just know that his dad bought their house in cash. Despite, or maybe because of all this, Wah-Kee is pretty cool. He works for Best Buy setting up stores. Sometimes we don't see him for weeks at a time. Last year he was gone for most of the summer. I'm still not really sure where he was.
Then there's Jose. You can't ever do anything remotely embarrassing in front of Jose, or he'll remind you and anyone in earshot about it constantly for the rest of your life. I had a little...um...mishap at a party in college that I'll never hear the end of. Fortunately, during one of our vacations Hedie fell on her ass in the bathroom of the hotel room and he started bringing that up instead of my thing.
Jose went to Bridgewater after high school, but failed pretty much every class except for what he called the "Monkey Class" where they talked about sex-crazed Bonobo chimps. He eventually droped out and went to Katharine Gibbs College (later renamed the apparently more hip Gibbs Boston) for a career in graphic design. He said I should go in for an interview, so I met with a woman named Kathy Devine (no kidding!) and after almost two hours she said "Okay, well I'll see you in October." And just like that, I was in college. I kinda figured there'd be a test or something. So I went home and told my parents I needed $15,000 for college.
We had some great times in college, and I met some of the coolest people I ever immediately lost contact with as soon as I graduated. That blows, but maybe we'll have a reunion or something. I'd love to know what everyone is up to.
As for me, I somehow ended up dating a half Filipino single mother seven years my senior. Even I don't know how that happened, but I'm sure glad it did. She thinks I'm cute and funny, and she says it with a straight face. That's love, baby.
Sorry. Sometimes the wonderous power of technology amazes and frightens me. Alright then, let's get started.
I'm a graphic designer. I've worked at a small design firm since January of 2001. I started as an intern in college, and I wasn't really sure if I wanted to stay on after I'd completed my required hours. But they asked me to stay and train the new intern, so I figured I could stay a few more days. Yeah, she quit after two hours. I tried to leave a bunch of times early on, until finally I just gave up. It's not that I don't like it there. I do, actually. It's just that I want to do something else. Well, that and I work with the most painfully annoying person ever. He makes my brain cry.
I've lived in Weymouth, Massachusetts my whole life. Some people might think that's sad, but screw them. I love my town. It's close to everything, and there's lots of history here. It's the birthplace of Abigail Adams, wife of John Adams and mother of John Quincy Adams. It's also the birthplace of George Jung, the man who introduced cocaine to masses in the 1970s (The movie Blow was based on his life). So there's that too. Anyway, my mom's lived here her whole life too, and she's much older than me. So that's much more sad.
I still see pretty much everyone I hung out with in high school. Most of the time, we hang out at Nick's house. It's not really a house, it's kind of like a shed, or double-wide outhouse. Nick's father, stepmother, and a revolving cast of stepfamily live in the Big House in the front; the Little House is out back. He lives there with his girlfriend, Hedie, and their ferrets. Cute, stinky as hell ferrets. We usually play video games or watch one of the thousands of DVDs he's got crammed in there somehow. I spent New Year's Eve 1999 sleeping on the floor, prompting the quote of the millenium,"I never thought I'd spend be spending the first day of the year 2000 curled up on the floor in a shack behind someone's house."
Usually Wah-Kee is there, inexplicably vacuuming the futon.
Wah-Kee doesn't really get along with his family. His parents forgot his birthday one year, opting to divide their attention between his two brothers, Wah-Shing, who's a year older, and Alan, who's about 17 years younger. I don't honestly know much about his family, I just know that his dad bought their house in cash. Despite, or maybe because of all this, Wah-Kee is pretty cool. He works for Best Buy setting up stores. Sometimes we don't see him for weeks at a time. Last year he was gone for most of the summer. I'm still not really sure where he was.
Then there's Jose. You can't ever do anything remotely embarrassing in front of Jose, or he'll remind you and anyone in earshot about it constantly for the rest of your life. I had a little...um...mishap at a party in college that I'll never hear the end of. Fortunately, during one of our vacations Hedie fell on her ass in the bathroom of the hotel room and he started bringing that up instead of my thing.
Jose went to Bridgewater after high school, but failed pretty much every class except for what he called the "Monkey Class" where they talked about sex-crazed Bonobo chimps. He eventually droped out and went to Katharine Gibbs College (later renamed the apparently more hip Gibbs Boston) for a career in graphic design. He said I should go in for an interview, so I met with a woman named Kathy Devine (no kidding!) and after almost two hours she said "Okay, well I'll see you in October." And just like that, I was in college. I kinda figured there'd be a test or something. So I went home and told my parents I needed $15,000 for college.
We had some great times in college, and I met some of the coolest people I ever immediately lost contact with as soon as I graduated. That blows, but maybe we'll have a reunion or something. I'd love to know what everyone is up to.
As for me, I somehow ended up dating a half Filipino single mother seven years my senior. Even I don't know how that happened, but I'm sure glad it did. She thinks I'm cute and funny, and she says it with a straight face. That's love, baby.