Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in MIchael Azza's LiveJournal:

Thursday, November 15th, 2001
4:27 pm	Time running out So life passes you down this magnificiant highway. Driving along the coast and then scooting through the mountain, one continually finds himself with upwards, downwards, leftwards and even some of those rightwards battles. Fight and fight and fight we do. Really it is a never ending war; life that is. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 13th, 2001
4:00 pm	A New Journal. A New Beginning. 11/13 1:30 p.m. A brand new journal to break in. I love openning the cover to see all those fresh pages ready for my mind to scribble on. I bought the journal at Border's. It caught my attention from a stand by the register. This stand contained different merchandise with 9/11 related themes. The journal I bought had the theme of an outside cover with an American Flag on it. Looks nice, feels nice, so i guess all in all the new journal is just nice. Neal says, "Azza, did you have another new beginning?" Azza says, "Yes Neal, yes I did!" Everything starts off in the parking lot of the Providence Place Mall. The time was 11:30 a.m. I was here to apply for jobs at the area restaurants. The variety included, "The Cheesecake Factory," "Napa Valley Grille," "Hops" and "Joe's American Bar and Grill." The first one I stopped at was the Napa Valley Grille. After taking about ten minutes to fill out the application, I had realized that I should have been much better versed in my wine knowledge. I was not wrong either. When the time came to talk to the manager, I realized that I had very little chance of getting the job as he asked me how my knowledge of wine was. "Uh, well I have a slight knowledge but if I got the job I would be quick to educate myself up on more facts." "Yeah, well...is this the phone number where we can contact you?" "Yes it is." "Well, we're always looking for good new help and the season is about to get busy so we'll keep you in mind." "Thanks, I appreciate that. Have a nice day." After the meeting I had very little hope that anything will come from this job. My next stop brought me to "The Cheesecake Factory." This application took about the same amount of time. After completion I was told that the best time to come back would be after two o'clock. I guess I should finally admit to myself that Friday's will never again be. The potential I thought I had here was never accomplished. I feel a missing piece. It seeps deep inside my soul. What is it? How badly I was mistaken and left out to dry by my own stupidity and irresponsibility. I put myself in this situation so I am the only one to blame. Now I just need to find a way out. How much longer can I live this lie. It really is going to eat away at my insides faster than first imagined. Current Mood: contemplative (Comment on this)