San Francisco.
I heart you.
After being here for over a year now I really feel as though I am part of the city. Although I spent most of the first few months friendless and disconnected, I still loved the city. I moved here without knowing anybody or really having much of a plan, other than resuming my education eight months after I would have taken up residence. Thank you California State budget crisis for suspending my transfer and suspending me in a psuedo-academic purgatory.
I always felt I was a city guy. Being from Orange County isn't exactly rural life, but it is not city life either. It's, maybe the worst case, Super-Suburbia!
I love not having a car. I love being able to avoid chains fairly easily. I love public transportation both for its pros and cons. I love distinct neighborhoods. I love free museum days and public green spaces. I love running into people as though it were a small town, because spatially, it's a small city! I love the style, the culture, the aura. I even, sometimes, love the weather.
I've always had a touch of the wanderlust and am eagerly anticipating other places to take up residence in.
But for now, I am in San Francisco and loving it!
-- For any who might care, I am starting a new tumblr. I know you probably don't know me, but that does not mean that we should not take interest in one-another.
So, if it matters, follow here: ChrisChiz.tumblr.com
I can be funny and somewhat insightful.
Plus, I use the internet a lot so I'll probably reblog a bunch of cool tattoo/punk/animal/funny stuff. =]
I heart you.
After being here for over a year now I really feel as though I am part of the city. Although I spent most of the first few months friendless and disconnected, I still loved the city. I moved here without knowing anybody or really having much of a plan, other than resuming my education eight months after I would have taken up residence. Thank you California State budget crisis for suspending my transfer and suspending me in a psuedo-academic purgatory.
I always felt I was a city guy. Being from Orange County isn't exactly rural life, but it is not city life either. It's, maybe the worst case, Super-Suburbia!
I love not having a car. I love being able to avoid chains fairly easily. I love public transportation both for its pros and cons. I love distinct neighborhoods. I love free museum days and public green spaces. I love running into people as though it were a small town, because spatially, it's a small city! I love the style, the culture, the aura. I even, sometimes, love the weather.
I've always had a touch of the wanderlust and am eagerly anticipating other places to take up residence in.
But for now, I am in San Francisco and loving it!
-- For any who might care, I am starting a new tumblr. I know you probably don't know me, but that does not mean that we should not take interest in one-another.
So, if it matters, follow here: ChrisChiz.tumblr.com
I can be funny and somewhat insightful.
Plus, I use the internet a lot so I'll probably reblog a bunch of cool tattoo/punk/animal/funny stuff. =]
Date night! [with myself]
Footloose and waffles?
Perfect dinner and a movie...and not in that order!
Trust me, it's as great as it sounds.
Footloose and waffles?
Perfect dinner and a movie...and not in that order!
Trust me, it's as great as it sounds.
School, my life long endeavor.
It is about that time that the smell of a new semester is so refreshing. I thought I was the only one who was super excited about getting back to the life of a student, but apparently there are others who are equally as nerdy as I am. Don't get me wrong, I love breaks and long for them just like most others. However, winter break always seems too long. When you go to school to study something you are whole-heartedly into, every class excites you and the prospects of knowledge and community are refreshing and welcomed.
The only thing I have to bitch about at this point, my stacked schedule on Thursdays. What, are we only offering classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays? Four classes, eight hours worth of classes including nearly six and a half straight is not going to make me the happiest of campers come Tuesday night. Somebody buy stock in iced coffee, 'cause I'm going to make you rich.
Also, you probably don't know me, but please cross your fingers that I get this grant I am hoping for! Thank you in advance. I will gladly repay you with the crossing of my fingers or well-wishes, or indentured servitude!
Signing off.
C.M.C.
It is about that time that the smell of a new semester is so refreshing. I thought I was the only one who was super excited about getting back to the life of a student, but apparently there are others who are equally as nerdy as I am. Don't get me wrong, I love breaks and long for them just like most others. However, winter break always seems too long. When you go to school to study something you are whole-heartedly into, every class excites you and the prospects of knowledge and community are refreshing and welcomed.
The only thing I have to bitch about at this point, my stacked schedule on Thursdays. What, are we only offering classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays? Four classes, eight hours worth of classes including nearly six and a half straight is not going to make me the happiest of campers come Tuesday night. Somebody buy stock in iced coffee, 'cause I'm going to make you rich.
Also, you probably don't know me, but please cross your fingers that I get this grant I am hoping for! Thank you in advance. I will gladly repay you with the crossing of my fingers or well-wishes, or indentured servitude!
Signing off.
C.M.C.
The inability to fall sleep is the bane of my existence. Very rarely am I able to fall asleep within a half of an hour, which I would unscientifically consider reasonably normal. The more I fight it, the worse it is. Not unlike quicksand.
I must make my meditation practice a regular one again. It is the only thing that has ever seemed to have a positive effect on my sleeping habits. I am not a huge fan of my psuedo-nocturnal ways. It seems as though I do not get inspired or motivated until late nights. It is then that I have the greatest desire to go out into the city and be productive, etc... It seems as though it is this self-sabotaging habit that allows my intrinsic motivation and desires to hit their peak at the time when they will not easily realized.
Oh yeah, I suck at waking up too.
So here I am, hoping that writing a bit will help me sleep. Or, at least, the eye strain of a dark room and a bright computer will do the trick.
[walkietalkienoise]
Over and out.
: Stole this from a SG just after I blogged. Score. :
I must make my meditation practice a regular one again. It is the only thing that has ever seemed to have a positive effect on my sleeping habits. I am not a huge fan of my psuedo-nocturnal ways. It seems as though I do not get inspired or motivated until late nights. It is then that I have the greatest desire to go out into the city and be productive, etc... It seems as though it is this self-sabotaging habit that allows my intrinsic motivation and desires to hit their peak at the time when they will not easily realized.
Oh yeah, I suck at waking up too.
So here I am, hoping that writing a bit will help me sleep. Or, at least, the eye strain of a dark room and a bright computer will do the trick.
[walkietalkienoise]
Over and out.
: Stole this from a SG just after I blogged. Score. :
Visiting Orange County, Ca [my former home]
Being in Orange County makes me love SF that much more. I hate cars, I love busses and trains. Orange County and Southern California in general, although there are great little pockets down here, is just not for me. I feel anxious when I'm down here. Even though I lived here for twenty-some years, I feel much more at home and comfortable in SF.
San Francisco, FTW.
Oh, and it's nice to be back on Suicide Girls. I absolutely just love browsing the site being inspired by all the fantastic tattoos, photography, and personalities.
By the way, is it really approaching 2011? Unbelievable.
Being in Orange County makes me love SF that much more. I hate cars, I love busses and trains. Orange County and Southern California in general, although there are great little pockets down here, is just not for me. I feel anxious when I'm down here. Even though I lived here for twenty-some years, I feel much more at home and comfortable in SF.
San Francisco, FTW.
Oh, and it's nice to be back on Suicide Girls. I absolutely just love browsing the site being inspired by all the fantastic tattoos, photography, and personalities.
By the way, is it really approaching 2011? Unbelievable.
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