the happenings.

In an effort to (somewhat regularly) update my blog, I suppose another update is due. Not everything has calmed down yet, but the inevitable march of time is forcing me to slowly tick off my "to do" lists. I just recently finished a computer graphics final (as of 20 minutes ago) and now only officially have two projects left to finish: a feature writing article and a photography project. Hopefully all will go well and that I'll finish my article tonight (or at least early morning on Thursday). I will most definitely probably absolutely need a drink tonight before plunging into the rest of my projects so maybe you'll see me on a bar stool near you. But only for a drink (or two). Then onto other projects.

It seems as if I shouldn't feel so hassled by having three classes at community college, but not only are these laborious classes, my side writing jobs are taking longer than expected to complete. Despite blogging being seemingly formless and "easy" to write, topics aren't always the easiest to come up with. I have been doing my Gridskipping, but have also recently added on SFist. While Gridskipper feels so national and large that I can hide behind its vastness, SFist is so intimate and well-read here in San Francisco that the comments feel more snarky, more sarcastic and I often find myself wrestling over what to include (or not). A recent example is a recap of the Yelp! party I wrote, in which there were some questionable captions placed beneath pictures of a scantily clad woman. Personally, I hate it when writers (bloggers?) personally address any comments left on the site, so I've saved the rebuttals for my personal blog. First off, those captions were courtesy of my editor. They were a bit meaner than I would've liked, but I didn't find them completely distasteful until the dreaded commentary. Nowhere did I (or my editor) state that the woman was a stripper. In fact, she is a burlesque dancer, meaning you see neither tit nor tat. The whole thing was completely blown out of proportion that my editor re-edited the post and changed the header picture to something more neutral.

Other than that, everything's been going great. I did a few posts on Gridskipper that I'm proud of, particularly Dating the Ex and Crappy Bar Crowds. I'm not so self-centered that I like to promote all the crap that I'm writing, but I have to say that I'm proud of these articles; it's been such a tough few weeks that I'm surprised that I actually got these articles going and readable. Not to mention, barely edited (hurrah!) -- meaning that the red pen of my editors was scantly used. Despite the stress, I managed to pull through in a clutch and it turned out pretty well. Awe. Some.

So what else does one do when they're stressed? Work hard, yes. Play harder, hell yes. For those privy to my Facebook/MySpace--yes, I am a member of those atrocities, I weep for myself and others--I'm sure you have seen my brand spanking (if you know what I mean) profile pic courtesy of the Yelp holiday party. Last Friday was another holiday party that I attended and was rocked due to the awesomeness of J.Ma and Lor. Let's just say alcohol was present, lap dances were had (but not given by me), and iPod fondling happened. I also met the awesomest cab driver ever, who knew every address in the city, I shit you not. Once I found out this amazing ability, in my drunkenness I decided to test him on addresses. I give him an address, he gives me the cross street. After giving him two addresses I knew by heart (apartment address, old work address) and he gave me the correct cross streets, I yelled out:

Fuck you! You are the awesomest cab driver ever!!

Le sigh. If only I had taken down his name. I will forever remember him, though.

Rock on, Address-Knowing Cab Driver Guy. Rock on.