Tuesday, August 25, 2009
This is another late post of a trip. I can't seem to find the right time to sit and just write about anything these days. I've been neglecting several blogs and I just don't feel like going on the computer or anything.
I can't seem to unpack either. I'm sitting here staring at my weekend bag and it still has all my folded clothes from the trip in there.
Work after the trip has been okay. I don't want to be there. But money was worth the work. I think I made my week last night. Which I haven't done in a while.
This San Francisco was an easier trip. I knew where everything was so it was a lot easier for me to drive and navigate. Charlene was with me this time, so we just double teamed the roads. And we made better use of our cameras and our time because we explored a lot more.
We went to Fisherman's Wharf. This is the second time for me this week for me. I didn't really get into it. I had Charlene walking for while til I realized she wasn't much into it either. Nothing really interesting going on there. Nothing we were interested in at least.
There was this one teenager that asked to take a picture of me though. She was one of those scene myspace girls with the big hair and tight pants. She said I looked gorgeous so I agreed. I've never been called gorgeous before.
She took a picture with her crappy digital camera and told me that she takes all her pictures in black and white. IF ONLY SHE KNEW HER CAMERA WAS CRAP. I would have been more impressed if it were an slr or something. But no.
After that we decided to go to China town and walk around. That was a whole other experience on it's own. It was really exciting to see it and of course we bought some Har Kow and Shu Mai.
We took lots of pictures and walked down the Italian area only to go up the hills.
After that we drove all the way to Haight street, and we were at home. The shops were cool, we all dressed the same and it was just really great. We bought a couple things, but not too much. We aren't into the whole souvenir thing.
When the shops started to close, we went back down to union square near geary and the metreon and just walked around finding places that were open to eat. After that we left.
We stayed at my cousin's Dad's house. It wasn't exactly the best place, but it was free. It was kind of a depressing house because no one really cared about each other in there, which is why My cousin doesn't live there at all.
I wish I could have hung out with my cousin though. I feel really bad about her living situation. She really doesn't have a home to go to. She's temporarily staying at her boyfriends and her dad's house isn't the best for her mental condition, she had just disclosed to us that she is bi-polar, and that's the reason why she has been going to therapy and such.
She's really mellow now, I think it's the meds, but I feel really bad because here I am so happy and doing all kinds of things and she's looking for people who care about her. I mean she has family, but I mean family can only go so far. Especially with a family like ours, her mind won't be fully at ease.
But that was the San Fran trip round 2. A better one I must say. I enjoyed this much more.
After all these trips, I feel like I don't want to be here in Central Valley at all. I don't know how I tried to make this place seem nicer than it is. Optimism can only go far, especially when things are going bad constantly and nothing is really changing for the better.
My outlook on things are really different now. I don't want to be this solitary guy that keeps to himself any more. I think I've done that long enough. I want more people to know me personally. I think I took the whole "private life" thing too far.
And I also want to start talking to old friends again. I've always thought that talking to old friends would be an awkward thing, but lately, it's just what I needed. I mean after 4 years of not seeing eachother, I like seeing how we've grown up.
From all these trips ( and recent activities ) I realized just how independent I've become. I've always been independent in a sense but I never realized to what extent.
I like how things are going right now. I feel like I have a brighter tomorrow out of no where.
I can't seem to unpack either. I'm sitting here staring at my weekend bag and it still has all my folded clothes from the trip in there.
Work after the trip has been okay. I don't want to be there. But money was worth the work. I think I made my week last night. Which I haven't done in a while.
This San Francisco was an easier trip. I knew where everything was so it was a lot easier for me to drive and navigate. Charlene was with me this time, so we just double teamed the roads. And we made better use of our cameras and our time because we explored a lot more.
We went to Fisherman's Wharf. This is the second time for me this week for me. I didn't really get into it. I had Charlene walking for while til I realized she wasn't much into it either. Nothing really interesting going on there. Nothing we were interested in at least.
There was this one teenager that asked to take a picture of me though. She was one of those scene myspace girls with the big hair and tight pants. She said I looked gorgeous so I agreed. I've never been called gorgeous before.
She took a picture with her crappy digital camera and told me that she takes all her pictures in black and white. IF ONLY SHE KNEW HER CAMERA WAS CRAP. I would have been more impressed if it were an slr or something. But no.
After that we decided to go to China town and walk around. That was a whole other experience on it's own. It was really exciting to see it and of course we bought some Har Kow and Shu Mai.
We took lots of pictures and walked down the Italian area only to go up the hills.
After that we drove all the way to Haight street, and we were at home. The shops were cool, we all dressed the same and it was just really great. We bought a couple things, but not too much. We aren't into the whole souvenir thing.
When the shops started to close, we went back down to union square near geary and the metreon and just walked around finding places that were open to eat. After that we left.
We stayed at my cousin's Dad's house. It wasn't exactly the best place, but it was free. It was kind of a depressing house because no one really cared about each other in there, which is why My cousin doesn't live there at all.
I wish I could have hung out with my cousin though. I feel really bad about her living situation. She really doesn't have a home to go to. She's temporarily staying at her boyfriends and her dad's house isn't the best for her mental condition, she had just disclosed to us that she is bi-polar, and that's the reason why she has been going to therapy and such.
She's really mellow now, I think it's the meds, but I feel really bad because here I am so happy and doing all kinds of things and she's looking for people who care about her. I mean she has family, but I mean family can only go so far. Especially with a family like ours, her mind won't be fully at ease.
But that was the San Fran trip round 2. A better one I must say. I enjoyed this much more.
After all these trips, I feel like I don't want to be here in Central Valley at all. I don't know how I tried to make this place seem nicer than it is. Optimism can only go far, especially when things are going bad constantly and nothing is really changing for the better.
My outlook on things are really different now. I don't want to be this solitary guy that keeps to himself any more. I think I've done that long enough. I want more people to know me personally. I think I took the whole "private life" thing too far.
And I also want to start talking to old friends again. I've always thought that talking to old friends would be an awkward thing, but lately, it's just what I needed. I mean after 4 years of not seeing eachother, I like seeing how we've grown up.
From all these trips ( and recent activities ) I realized just how independent I've become. I've always been independent in a sense but I never realized to what extent.
I like how things are going right now. I feel like I have a brighter tomorrow out of no where.
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