Bouncing Off the Walls

So today was my last final (for Latin Prose - Cornelius Nepos - on Atticus, considered to be the most awesome Roman ever) ever of my undergraduate career. Holy Shit. I'm not ready for the real world. Graduation is on May 3rd.

Into the Void

I'm graduating in May.

This whole graduation realization is getting me depressed. Just knowing that I will probably never see these people again. Realizing that I spent most of my college life alone. Knowing that I didn't really make any real friends here. Knowing I never really had anyone to come to with my problems. Perhaps I can start anew once I'm gone. Make friends, be better, stop hiding. I just hope this doesn't repeat. I wanted college to be a restart from high school. I guess I failed at that. I hate how I start meeting the amazing people right when I'm about to graduate. wtf. Impeccable timing. Feels like college was one big omegle.com.

And all that could have been.

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound an fury,

Signifying nothing." - Shakespeare

Je suis le chevalier mal fet.

Dum spiro spero.

Aliqua dia amicos veros inventurum esse me spero.

Cum magna spe spero.

Pax nocturna

So the weather is outside is perfect. I was doing homework at the library when I stepped outside and realized how beautiful the weather was (around 52ºF). It was past midnight and no cars on the road, perfect. In my elation, I sprinted from the library to my dorm at Keys without coasting (for the most part). When I reached Keys, my destination, I impulsively decided to continue on and go on this route that Eric and I used to go on, because why not? I've been wanting to go on a ride for a while and the weather was just right. Being that I was sprinting most of the way, I realized just how difficult the ride would be, but I pushed on. I was doing fine until I got to that one hill which I've only defeated once. It's not that massive of a hill, but it's long, and when you've already gone several miles, it's a mighty foe. Sadly, that hill was my downfall. It destroyed me. I barely made it halfway before my legs started to give up. I walked the rest of the way uphill and then got on my bike to continue home. Right now, I am so exhausted, but it was worth it. So worth it. And my right eye is red. I guess I exerted too much energy, hah. And now to finish up the rest of my homework. Bonne nuit.

Don't forget to breathe.

Five and Twenty Things About This Charming Man

1. My parents considered naming me Osama.

2. Most people can't pronounce my name right.

3. I've played guitar since the eighth grade.

4. I used to play violin in my middle school orchestra (seventh and eighth grade). I made it to second chair my first year, but dropped to somewhere in the middle my second year because I became lazy.

5. I used to have a keyboard when I was little in which I would compose songs without knowing what any of the notes were. I just played what I felt. This was way before I formally learned how to play the piano in eighth grade.

6. I know five languages: English, Spanish, Arabic, Latin, Greek. I want to learn more.

7. I've gone to a theme park almost every year for as long as I can remember.

8. I want to be a musician and play in a band and tour the world and just make music. This is my dream.

9. Music is my passion. It has always been a part of my life.

10. I've been going through somewhat of an existential crisis lately, at least since junior year of college (2007).

11. I am socially inept.

12. I don't drink or smoke.

13. I want to buy a violin and relearn how to play it.

14. I want to travel the world.

15. I've never been in a relationship longer than three months.

16. I go on road trips with my parents almost every year (usually summer, sometimes winter).

17. I'm indecisive yet sometimes impulsive.

18. I've only ever had one pet: when I was little I had a parakeet whom I named "Birdy" after the name of a fox from the Casper cartoon tv series.

19. My name means "happy" in Arabic.

20. I used to draw a lot when I was little. I even drew a comic.

21. Michael Jackson's "Thriller" music video terrified me when I was little.

22. I need to get out of Florida.

23. When I was little I used to think that those signs that say "sale" on them in stores were telling people to leave ("sale" (sa•le) means "leave" in Spanish). This confused me greatly. I would ask myself or my mom why the signs were telling people to leave.

24. When I was in the third grade, I dislocated my left wrist. I was roller skating with my cousin and we developed a game where we would pick up speed and then slide on our knees (we had knee pads). One day, we were playing this game and my cousin pushed me and I landed on my wrist and thus dislocated it.

25. Sometimes I wish I was so much more motivated in school.

Bona Fortuna

Today I found a $20 bill from 1993 (in its crisp and pristine shape, probably due to it being used as a bookmark) in this used book (The Other Log of Phileas Fogg) that I ordered for my Jules Verne class. What a crazy random happenstance!

Watch out! He knows Kung Fu!

I feel that I must share this hilarious moment. Today in my Martial Arts Cinema class, our teacher split us into groups in order to discuss aspects of a scene (from Once Upon a Time In China 3) and the group that I was in had to discuss sound in the film (it was the subject that was assigned to us by the professor, each group had to talk about a different subject, i.e. cinematography, editing, sound, etc.). So when it was our turn to present, the professor called us up. I started talking about music in the film and I began to mention how the mention became dark and ominous when the main villain, who was wearing a yellow robe, appeared on his horse, so being as forgetful as I am, I did not remember his name so I referred to his as "the yellow guy", only to realize to my chagrin that, this being a Kung Fu film from Hong Kong and thus all the actors being Asian, I inadvertently let out an unintentionally racist comment which was not meant to be racist at all. However, the entire class laughed hysterically, and I could not stop laughing at this error that I made. The look on the teacher's face was priceless once I realized what it was that I said. Ah, either way, the group which talked about their subject the best (especially in relation to the body, since Kung Fu is highly focused on the body) would be exempt from the next quiz, and my group won this "contest", perhaps because of my comment. Oh, good times.

And I guess it's true, "Everyone's a little bit racist."