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Genie Effect Should be Renamed Ghost Trap Effect - ghostbusters - Gizmodo

I think the title is self-explanatory. I’ve undergone some pretty bonehead moves in the past few weeks. Some of the things were good, some were bad. I don’t wanna dabble in the bad, so I think I’ll focus today’s thoughts on the good notes:

• I got a job at InTheBagSF, a design/marketing/advertising firm in the city.
• I transferred my college units to AI - San Francisco where I will continue on my journey to obtain my 2nd college degree—this one is in Web Design and Interactive Media.
• I’m working on moving to the city within the next 2 months. *fingers crossed* This will be a big move for me, as it will give me the change of scenery I’ve been longing for.
• My freelance design company has been picking up as well, obtaining various clients for needs revolving around web presence.

I’m happy, yet miserable at the same time. I suppose this is just something I need to get used to, once again. Anyways…bring on the work. I’m tired of this melancholy. At least the scent of money will keep my head out of a dismal mindset….for a while.

Jumping the gap.
1/1250s @ ƒ/4.5; ISO 200; 46mm focal length

Subject: Andrew Serna
1/640s @ ƒ/4.5; ISO 200 @ 70mm focal length.

I haven’t been on in a few days, so I’m gonna keep this short and sweet. The past week and a half has been shit. Complete and utter shit. Where to start:

• Saturday, August 1st…I throw an event called “The Fresh Party.” A lot of people I expected to show was actually there, but some of the people I wanted to show up most missed it. On top of that, the bar guarantee wasn’t covered in entirety, so guess who forked out the difference? Me. I’m officially at a loss of well over $3500 now, thanks to that party. I guess a part of it was a success because everyone that went had a good time. Was that worth $3500? Not really, but it doesn’t help the situation as much as I’d want it to..

• Sunday, August 2nd…I’m depressed, and I head to the afterparty that was thrown in our honor. My headliner DJ was there, and I had to walk up to him to thank him for putting on such a great show. Hanging out with my SF buddies helped ease the blow of such a loss. I’m fortunate to have a cool circle of friends to hang out with. We continue to party til the sun comes up. From there, we head to the EndUp, where I finally say “fuck it” and risk hurting my ankle for the sake of dancing to house. SUCCESS. I learn a few cool tricks, and I don’t hurt myself. Spidey Sense for the WIN. We leave the EndUp at 3pm. We’re on Lawrence Expressway, a couple exits from my house. I pass out. I wake up to the sound of “oh shit.” As my eyes open, I hear loud tire screeching. I get jolted forward because my friend slams on his brakes. An airbag deploys in my face. Long story short, my buddy totals his car, and the person he hits only needs her back bumper replaced.

• Monday, August 3rd — Sunday, August 9th…I’ve had recurring car accident dreams nightly. I wake up in a cold sweat every night, constantly jolted as the car I’m riding in makes impact in my dream. Not cool. Gia got me drunk Wednesday. That was a plus. In fact, that was probably one of the only pluses the whole week…spending time hanging out with one of my closest friends. I got to hang out with Joshua Marquez from UNEAQ on Saturday…me and my buddy Dru swooped him on the way to San Fran. I got to hang out at a loft in SF, listened to good house, drank a little Newcastle, and ate Pakistani food before coming back home. I feened for Pakistani food all day Sunday.

So it’s Monday/Tuesday, and I’m watching an episode of “How I Met Your Mother.” I’m watching Season 1, Episode 2…where Ted tries to hook up with Robin. He ends up ruining the moment by saying “I think I’m in love with you.” I can kinda relate. I can think of a time where I fucked up my situation by saying something along the same lines.

Robin says something to Ted along the lines of “If we go out, it’s either I’m gonna eventually marry you or I’m gonna break your heart, and I don’t wanna do either of those right now.”

Ouch. I can relate that to my life. I’ve been told pretty much the same exact thing.

Ted said in sheer disappointment: “God, I wish there was an ‘off’ switch.”

I do too, Ted. I do too…

Until next rant…same bat time…same bat channel.