U9O.net: You and I Know.

A friend of mine recently imed me this test and me being the skeptical type answered the questions and I was amazed when it actually friggin got my past history almost perfectly. Amazing… Of course it could be just my wanting to believe that a test could get my history right. Heh.

This test is incredibly long and hard.

Remembering

So as I was searching for a new position, I had remembered that I did not yet have a portfolio. This issue was painfully apparent 3 years ago (and two years ago, and a year ago) when I was looking for a job then but somehow I had gotten the various jobs without it.

So today I made a basic design for the portfolio (at least the begining part), but the hardest part wasn’t making the portfolio. It was finding all the stuff I did in the last 4-5 years that was the problem. I’d rumage through my harddrive and try to find stuff but it was difficult sorting everything out. I still believe I’ve only gotten about 1/3 of the stuff that I did and some I can’t (I once made a porno banner for an adult company when I was 17, just to get some webspace for my fledgling davidoh.com site– talk about whoring yourself on the net, haha). In any case, here is the portfolio. I’ll still be working on it as you read this.

So I woke up today with the intention of explaining to one of my professors why i couldn’t turn in my computer science project last monday, with the obvious reason being that i was involved in a car crash. i had already gotten kim to write him a note, so before i left for class i reapplied all my bandages and dressings (especially near my head area), put on a suitably pained expression (well I am in pain, but I rarely show it, this time I unleashed my academy awards prowess and even threw in a little limp), and trotted down to talk to my professor. before i got 4 words into my well-crafted, very tragic story (with all the little details that was honed from recounting the story to everyone over and over again), he said, “oh, you are david aren’t you? ouch you look like you are hurting, you can turn in your asignment whenever you wish”.

i sort of blinked back with fanciful un-exasperation, stunned by how easy this was (and no penalties to my project, to boot), and i felt like crying because for about 3 seconds i really loved my computer science professor.

A week or two ago I was on the phone with a girl that I care for and liked and correspondingly my voice became softer. To explain myself more, I’m characteristically harsh on the phone with all of my friends and the change in voice patterns is comically large when I’m on the phone with a girl.

It started out with John making fun of me, which was tolerable, but then he recruited Patrick and Bao, my two roommate it was intolerable.

The funny thing is our whole apartment is like some kind of boy band and I have been told they are all cute, certainly not ugly (that is definately not changing when James moves in with us), so both my roommates are good phone talkers, so they too change their voice patterns.

One morning I caught Patrick doing the softy wooey wooey with some girl on the phone and I caught Bao doing the same around noon. So we had a period of 10 minutes where we pointed fingers at who changed their voice the softest while we stood around the kitchen saying comments like, “Hey you sound lke a little girl too you fucking hypocrite.”, “You have the largest change from harsh to soft.”, and “You fucking dick.”

Then we promptly dispersed.

ListeningtoAliceDeejayforthe

firsttimeinayearifeelgreat.

thanksgiving

all of a sudden while i was on the computer i had this urge to give my mom a hug so i went downstairs amidst smells of baking bread and turkey and i waited patiently while she fiddled around with the oven while my sister tried to help. i said, “can i hug you” and my sister snorted while chuckling and my mom did this snort thing too and gave me a hug while chuckling and exclaiming with a bit of humorous derision, “you feeling this way because you almost died huh? huh? you silly boy. make me worry about you”

all i could do was smile a little bit say yeah and that i loved her a lot.

i guess i’ll be the first to post and excuse me if i’m not at lucid as i wish to be but i’m on vicadin.

at approx. 2:00 am on Monday morning me, james, dan, john, waylan travelling at 107 mph (that is what we overheard the cops say) first hit the center divider, then rolled for what felt like forever 50 feet away from the road and ended up upside down in the cold night.

it took forever to find the seat belt buckle but i was able to crawl out after falling to the ground, but james and dan were stuck there. i was dazed in the dirt, and i reached into my pocket to find my cell phone but it was covered in blood so i couldn’t call 911. somehow we heard voices and the two-way radio going off and men telling us to sit down so we realzed the police were here and they told us to calm down.

everyone was basically hurt really bad, and we were all shivering because it was really cold and we were all shocked. james was finally able to free himself but his hand was really messed up. we all noticed it at the same time– we could see to his bone. i had little bits of glass stuck to my face and i was bleeding pretty badly but for the most part i was (am) okay. after about 10-20 minutes, dan finally unbukcled himself and we all cringed as we heard the thud and he landed on the ground. but we were all relieved because he wasn’t paralyzed. he crawled out the window and then collapsed onto the ground. we found out later he broke his collerbone.

from there the people who were really bad, john, james, and dan were moved separately than us.. me and waylan and james was put into one ambulance and we drove for a little bit, and then they dropped off james to be helicoptered to a different hospital because his hand looked really bad.

me and waylan finally got to the hospital in 30-40 minutes and we were all worried. i was separated from waylan and they stiched my left hand twice and my right side of my head because it was bleedding pretty profusely.

we’re very lucky to be alive. i’m glad i’m alive. a lot of different nurses said that we must have had someone watching over us.

thanks to the one man who came at the same time the police did and helped us a lot more with kind words than the police who just yelled at us to be quiet. he gave us stuff to hold our blood inside our bodies and calmed us down and warmed us up with blankets and towels.

thanks to whatever omniscient entity that was watching over us. thanks to everyone for there words.

someone: btw, i got really bored and starting reading people’s archives. and i read a lot of yours. which i would say was pretty interesting.

me: really? what part did you find interesting?

someone: yea. you were a funny writer back then

I think i’m going to do some soul searching and attempt to regain some of my muse.

Is this working?

I’m posting with blogBuddy.

I’m posting with blogBuddy.

Where is Octobergirl? I miss her.

Me dancing at MM… updated (1.2 megs– right click on it to save it to your computer). I wasn’t showing enough isolation, and I think I was going too fast to show meaningful isolation. I like the overall flow though. I need to work on chest-pop outs though.

Please don’t assume my pain,

for nobody knows.

Please don’t assume my

loneliness,

fears,

hurt.

Only I can deal with it.

In the end it is my responsibility,

and it’s all mine.

I am strong, and with your support I am better.

I appreciate your thoughts, but the actions

only I can do, and that is what makes me.

Thank you to all of you. I’m sorry I’m so private.

I hurt so badly inside it pains me to even walk or open my eyes and no it’s not a selfish kind of hurt it’s a big hurt in the big sense of the picture. So I’m going to just stop blogging for a little bit until I get a bit better.

the movie

It was a chick flick.

to be sure.

soft, warm, caring,

clean and pure.

with funny dialogue,

it would lure.

it was an hour or so.

not too extended.

it amused, befuddled,

broken hearts it mended.

a new york romance,

and new people befriended

a nice story, but

a sad ending,

with the events still uncertain,

and outcomes still pending.

i walk out of the theater, yawning,

blinking back tears from the light.

thinking, pondering, knowing–

that it was all right.