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Thu, 19 Apr 2007 04:11:24 GMT

Uh, I'm randomly going to London next wednesday for 10 days, and I didn't know about this until, basically yesterday. Oh yeah, and I'm staying in a hotel close to everything for free. What?

Fri, 25 Aug 2006 07:55:44 GMT

I've moved, and I don't quite know how to feel. My roommate has switched 3 times, and I haven't met too many people, but it's not bothering me like I thought it would. Since when have I been the kind of person to try to meet as many people as fast as possible? I'm finding a sort of solace in this temporary solidarity, it's why I transfered here in the first place. To get away. "Get in tune" with myself. Take it easy. The past couple days I've driven around exploring by myself. I've been parking at random areas, and hiking down to see what there is to find. I went to this place called Patrick's Point yesterday, and hiked down to this rock, which I deemed the perfect sitting rock. I then found the pathway to this other beach which I had seen from afar, and wished I had known how to get there. Today I went to a nearby beach with my guitar I haven't played in forever, sat on top of this sand dune with no one around, played for awhile, and then took a nap. It was actually warm today.

When I was putting my guitar back into my van, I hit what was left of the hanging fabric that was once my car ceiling, and it was only held up by 3 small dots spanning from front to back and random parts of the outside, like behind my visors. I didn't know what I was doing, but I just started hastily ripping, and out of nowhere, this old man pops up with scissors, and helps me clean off all the bits. We talk about the town, laugh at eachothers stupid jokes, I thank him, get in my car to leave, and then he gets into his car and smokes a bowl. The experience made my day.

I went white water rafting last sunday. I'm going kayaking/camping this weekend, and I'm going on this "surfing the north coast" excursion the following week for a few days.

It's different out here, all these festivals pass through, and it'll seem like something I have made up in my head that no one else would be down for, except it'll be the 10th annual of it. A week ago they had this thing called "Bridgefest", where people got into teams, dressed up as aliens, made their own flying saucers, and had a competition to see who could throw their flying saucer (ie, plate) off of a bridge the farthest. It was on the front page of the newspaper.

I like it here, it's the nature I love about Marin, without the "extreme pockets of affluence". I miss certain people alot. My car that barely reaches 55 and has absolsutely no sound system fits right in. I want to make a 40 minute out of the way trip to go to a drive-in that is still up and running. I want to try my luck in Crescent city. I want to get drunk in the day time and take a walk on the trail behind my dorm. Apparently there is a sea cave 100 yards long that you can kayak into. I've never been kayaking before, but man, I want to kayak into a sea cave with a bunch of walrusses. I can't remember if there are walrusses there or if I just made that up.

James Brown played a show on my campus on monday. JAMES BROWN. The description for his show in the center activities thing of my school ended with "He is James Brown!" I couldn't go because it was sold out, so I walked around the parking lot of my dorm building with a girl I met, speaking loudly as if I had seen James Brown, and how awesome it was to see James Brown, to make people jealous. But then I heard people who had actually seen James Brown, and I was jealous. I'm in this history of rock music class, and it is so tight. The first day of class, we talked about riffs, and grooves, and hooks, and then we listened to James Brown.

I like that I'm not completely bombarded with media here, and instead of pretentious southern california inhabitants, I am surrounded by southern californians who are tired of southern californians. I didn't realize that I haven't seen even any reminder of popular media for the past week, such as fashion sense, until I was at the dentist this morning, and they handed me US weekly to read as I numbed up with anesthetic, which they never give me enough of, because of my... high tolerance?

I just talked to Lauren about this, but has anyone read that section of US Weekly that is dedicated to paparazzi shots, with the headline "They're just like us!", and it shows celebrities doing routine generic every day activities, as if it's shocking? They had a picture of Adam Brody, the cute yet supposed to be dorky one on the OC, at the grocery store, saying "they shop at the grocery store!". There was one of Courtney Cox or someone of that standing eating dinner, and the caption was "they put their elbows on the table!" My favorite one was of a celebrity laughing, I don't remember who, but the caption was "their friends make them laugh!". WHAAAAAAA?!?!?!? I thought celebrities were 7 feet tall, emotionless, and had their groceries delivered to them in hummer limos driven by robots.

I had a job interview last friday for this place called Moon's Play and Learn. They said they'd call me back to let me know if my schedule matched with what they needed, and I don't really know what to expect. I have alot of free time at the moment. I checked out the Women's Rugby team, and to my surprise, alot of hte girls were really small, I thought they were all going to be huge and intimidating. Instead I'm going to volunteer with the "Yes House", and do arts and crafts, bake and go on nature hikes with foster kids. I've changed majors, yet again. Major at the moment? Child development. I figure volunteering will give me the actual practice to see if I am any good with kids, or if I just like kid things. People will assume I am good with kids, but really I just love making and eating dirt cups. We'll see how this goes.

That is all.

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 02:54:31 GMT

Some of my grades have been posted, and...

I got credit in a class that I only attended 3 times and did nothing for, I wanted to drop it but had missed the deadline and decided to do NC or CR,
and I got a B+ in a class I failed all my tests in, but my teacher was so tight that you could get a 25 out of 50 and it was still an A.

Even though I complain about it often, sometimes I just love SFSU.

Wed, 21 Dec 2005 18:35:49 GMT

I'm back at home, expecting 6 weeks of sitting around by myself. I will probably have a breakdown from lonliness 3 weeks into it, but this is just based off of what happened last winter break. Or last summer. Or any long period of time spent at home.

I signed up for classes. I meant to not have classes MWF but now have 5 classes on MWF. But no classes TTH, when I will have to work.

Human Sexuality: 9:10 - 10:00
Values in American Life: 10:10 - 11:00
Fables and Tales: 11:10 - 12:00
American Indian History: 12:10 - 13:00
History of the US Since the Reconstruction: 15:10 - 16:00

I am already thinking of what classes I am going to drop.

Tue, 06 Dec 2005 09:34:47 GMT

Maybe it was meant to take this long but I finally feel like I am settled and situated here, and, surprise surprise, completely content. I like my friends here, I think I've just been going crazy because it's just so different from last year, but change isn't bad. And lonliness at this stage in life is inevitable, so I shouldn't freak out like I do and make hasty decisions. I guess deep down I just missed Meredith and Ryan, even though if they were here now, I can't even imagine that, and seeing Meredith over the break helped to realize that. I also missed not having a job and just loafing around all day doing nothing at all, but now I actually have motivation, which is different. I decided I am a history major, and realize, I have already completed half of the core classes needed in order to officially start "my focus". It's so like me to finally feel settled into a year where the actual semester itself ends in less then two weeks, but go figure. For those who hate science and have yet taken a science, take Oceanography with Horrigan. He curves the tests so much, that my last exam, I got a 24 out of 50, and it was an A-. All in all, I like where I am, and I like how things are going.

And I like that Donkey Lips hit on Lauren through myspace.

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=29358052&Mytoken=816096af-a77f-487a-b158-b2d9f474f059

This was hilarious because I recently had to write a paper about Oedipus.

Thu, 24 Nov 2005 07:11:27 GMT

http://www.eng.usf.edu/~dionson/ezzay/

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 20:39:05 GMT

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/guineapig

Fri, 11 Nov 2005 03:18:53 GMT

Last night I went and saw the 50 cent movie, and it is rated R mainly for nudity and violence, and basically all the nudity is of guys; I assumed it'd be of naked hoes. There is a fight scene in the shower within the jail, where it's just 6 naked guys falling down over and over again for like, 5 minutes straight. Penis and all. Other then that, there were police officers all over the theater, waiting for trouble. It's all about being from Marin and seeing the 50 cent movie opening night.

Thu, 03 Nov 2005 18:19:13 GMT

Who totally already bought their Harry Potter tickets for the midnight showing on opening night for the IMAX? Oh yeah. That would be me.

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 07:28:36 GMT

I got back from New Zealand today, I've been in New Zealand and Tonga for the past 16 days, basically a family trip (it was to go to my sister's graduation and see the work she's doing in Tonga) and anyone who's asked me how it went, basically the only things I've been saying is that New Zealand has commercials that say you should eat meat 4-5 times a week and think snickers is good for you, which is scientifically off but incredibly tight, and that in Tonga I swam in a cave you had to climb down into with candles and place them around the cliffs/walls, and there were bats all around. I felt like I was in some sort of sci fi show because the rocks looked like they had slime caked over them. My favorite part about it though was when you would swim into certain corners and it smelled rank, but bodily rank, so really from now on when anyone asked me how my trip went I'm only going to tell them that it's made me extremely behind in school but that it was worth it because I got to swim in B.O.

In other news, I love Lord of the Rings, after refusing to give it a try, and after watching it on the plane and with my 9 year old cousins. So now, I can honestly say I love Harry Potter, X-Files and Lord of the Rings. But at least I don't like Star Trek.

Thu, 08 Sep 2005 07:34:34 GMT

I'm all settled into the apartment, and we finally made the place all cozy and actually feel like home. I like living with the people I live with. Class is fine, I miss meeting new people though, and wish SFSU wasn't... a commuter school. I'm in two Black Studies classes where we talk about tv shows that I have never even heard of, everyone gets all heated and offended and I sit there, only paying attention when someone mentions the show the Proud Family. And then from there my mind wanders to Even Stevens. I'm attentive in school.

Susie's band (my roommate) is playing a show this friday at the Balazo. I am going, only to try to persuade her and her band mates into replacing the s in The New Flesh with a money sign because money signs are PUNK ROCK. None of them will think it's funny. I realize I do alot solely to entertain myself. Went to Chico last weekend to visit a friend, went to a lame-ass party with rednecks who had snake tattoos, felt ugly because I'm not White and thin, but entertained myself by telling everyone at the party to go to class. I should make my own show that's totally not funny like Andy Milonakis. And I'd keep his theme song.

Pancake on my face makes me extra happy.
I like shampoo bottles that sit on my lappy.

I've been all sexually frustrated lately, and this makes me realize the ratio of guys to girls at this school is like, 1 to 9, and that's not keeping in mind we're in San Francisco and that the ratio doesn't include sexual preference. In most of my classes there is only about 6 guys in each class, seriously. There's this one guy in my western civiization class who purposely sits next to me everyday and asks me all these questions I don't want to answer, and today sneakingly asked if I had a boyfriend, after he got out his mirror and slicked back his hair in the middle of class. I can't take any guy seriously who actually carries his own compact mirror around in his backpack.

I don't have anything else to talk about.

"For in dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own."

Thu, 11 Aug 2005 09:41:07 GMT

I fell asleep for a nap at around 9:30, and I just woke up because I had one of the most realistic dreams I've ever had, involving someone who I wouldn't normally think to involve, at least not lately. And I woke up completely surprised I wasn't where I was dreaming. I guess my pillows around my bed serve as the perfect feel for a body, I guess I was half awake and half asleep but chose to focus on what I was thinking about while I was asleep, yet obviously still surrounded and could feel the pillows while dreaming, waking up absolutely confused I was in bed alone. I think this even beats lucid dreaming, where you can control the perfect situation making you wake up disappointed it isn't real, because dreams like this make you realize what you want. Or could have had. Or should have done, that you've just suppressed for however long. After I woke up I laid in bed some more and started crying. FUN. At least I'm not constantly having nightmares anymore like a month ago.

And when you have dreams about people you don't expect, it makes you wonder how many dreams you've been in, and how many of them have been, uh, sexual in any way, even if this includes stuff like innocent cuddling. What if everytime you drempt about someone or if someone drempt of you, you two had the same dream? I wish that would happen only because it would be totally embarrassing.

And maybe lucid dreaming isn't really up there with the worst in wishing it was real, because now that I think about it, everytime I've started lucid dreaming, being able to control the environment and who's involved and what goes on ect ect, which is always so strange, and has only happend a few times, I end up having sex with everybody I know. Perhaps there's a deeper meaning to this? When I'm able to choose whatever I want to dream about and accomplish and I choose to have sex with everybody I know. I think I'm solely fueled by the thought of.... how crazy would it be to have sex with everybody you know?! That would be insane. So basically everytime I've had the chance to lucid dream, I waste it. I'll probably continue this streak, and next time I'll probably do something incredibly possible that I just haven't gotten around to, like play Donkey Konga.

I think for every subject on LJ from here on out I'm going to quote Dumbledore.

And now, to horribly botch the comedy act of Ted Alexandro's that I don't quite remember: "You know those friends who always insist on telling you about their dreams? 'I just had the weirdest dream. I was floating down a river, but it was a river of gravy, how weird is that? And instead of an ore, it was a q-tip... how weird is that?!' It's not weird at all, it's boring. There's a reason you were asleep during this. I'm dozing off just listening to you."

Mon, 01 Aug 2005 23:38:53 GMT

So Susie and I met down at the Villas because sunday was our scheduled move in time from 12 - 4, and we were supposed to go get our keys at the front desk. We get there around 2, because we each had some other stuff to do, and even though we had an appointment a week in advance, they had no idea we were coming. We sit around for about 2 hours until this lady comes out and apologizes for taking so long, gives us these papers, a process that took about 20 seconds and said we should go to our apartment and there will be courtesy patrol or whatever to let us up to our room, where he will then give us our keys that should have been at the front desk orginally and we are set. We drive over, the courtesy guy meets us there, goes up to our room, and leaves saying "I need to make copies because I didn't know there would be two of you, I will be back in a flash." and does not come back. Am hour passes and we each decide to drive to our seperate houses, and an hour after that he calls Susie and says the keys are ready and that he's going to leave them at the front desk where they should have already been hours earlier because we had an appointment. The Villas are so organized.

Harry Potter ramble.

Mon, 01 Aug 2005 08:38:11 GMT

I've spent my summer catching up with reading Books 4, 5 and 6 of Harry Potter. And now that I've done this, I have no idea what to do with my time. I've been thinking, maybe I should go to Borders or the library, you know, keep this reading streak going. But the only book I want to read is Harry Potter. I think it's pretty obvious every summer I dedicate my free time to the dorkiest things possible. I have X-Files and Harry Potter down. Maybe the next two years will be dedicated to Lord of the Rings and Star Wars, which are two series I have never seen anything of, and never was forced to watch so never got into. As of now, I'm just going to keep re-reading Harry Potter until November, when Goblet of Fire comes out, and Jessica and I will see it a million times while it is still in theaters, blowing all the money I made this summer on Fandango. I can't wait.

No one will appreciate this except Jessica:

I like how I think liking Star Wars is stupid and I spent about an hour today looking up pictures of mermaids and dragons.

Mon, 01 Aug 2005 02:38:36 GMT

"Forget Ron and Hermione as the backing band – have two Harrys fronting the band simultaneously," Paul explained. "I thought that was the most bizarre and ridiculous idea. And if you're going to do a band about Harry Potter it better be bizarre and ridiculous because otherwise it's just cheesy and bad."

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Thu, 28 Jul 2005 19:23:30 GMT

Registration was today.

MWF

1210 - 1300: BLS 225 Images and Issues in Black Visual Media
According to ratemyprofessor.com, the teacher is supposed to be unorganizid, and the class is an easy A.

1310 - 1400: ANTH 100 Biological Anthropology

1410 - 1500: HIST 110 Western Civilization I
I had the same teacher last year and he is a goofy little man and the class is more like story time then anything else.

TTH

0935 - 1050: Malcolm X in the context of Black Nationalism

1100 - 1215: Intro to Oceanography

+ 3 Cine 325 classes that last one weekend, and equals a unit each:

Focus on Coppola
Focus on the Horror Film
Focus on Contemporary Filmmakers
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18 units

Tue, 12 Jul 2005 05:55:07 GMT

I talked with Susie and Karla for awhile about what we have and what we need today, and all of a sudden I got so amped to move into the villas more then ever. We have two couches and a futon so far, and I am looking up slip-covers, tricking myself into thinking cheap slip-covers bought on overstock.com actually look how they're supposed to look. I'm imaging this eloquent comfortable living room, when really it's going to be mis-matched and obvious we are broke college students who use used furniture from hauling jobs or craigslist. None the less I am excited for August 1st. When we all move in and Miya comes back from whatever US road trip she's on right now, we are going to go shopping together at Ikea, and it will be good times. I also have this really nice glass container thing that is designed for a stereo system and more-so a record player, equipped with absolutely no stereo system what-so-ever. I'm guessing Susie's into vinyl since she's "PUNK ROCK", but that's just an assumption, though I hope she has something. We also already have a gigantic microwave that can roast a chicken and bake an entire pizza thanks to Miya. I'm hoping it's a microwave oven along the likes of one of Ron Popeil's inventions.

Did anyone see on the Food Network that pizza competition with people from all over the world, including Italy, and some guy who owns a pizzeria across the street from the theater out near Lucas Valley won?

In other news, I'm in the process of buying a used car, and I watched 27 episodes of the OC in 2 days.

Mon, 11 Jul 2005 03:30:55 GMT

I realize my ideas of the perfect date are exactly what I do alone; they aren't elaborate at all. Going to the beach to sit there and do nothing. Driving around randomnly for hours listening to music. This weekend I bought the first season of the OC, and had nothing to do except lay around in bed all day, eating creamsicles and making myself steak and garlic mashed potatoes for lunch AND dinner, and watch my own marathon of the OC that basically has been going on all weekend. I'm starting the 5th disc I believe of a 7th disc set. And I realized if this had been a date, and someone else had been around and we "spooned through the episodes" eating delicious steak here and there, how ideal of a date would that be? For me at least. But maybe I'm just being lonely and delusional. Instead this weekend has just seemed incredibly dorky and pathetic. Summer's are always pretty boring but for whatever reason I always except them to be absolutely crazy. Oh well. There's never been anything to do in Marin anyways so why should I all of a sudden expect there to be? I'm going to go finish an English paper I had to write for my summer class, and continue watching the OC. Then go to bed, then go to work. And do this same routine for another 4 weeks.

Fri, 08 Jul 2005 08:29:05 GMT

For the past 4 nights or so in a row I have had a nightmare. Since I have to wake up early, I normally come home and take a nap and the nightmare's been happening then. Today's nap nightmare was like some story you could have seen on Lifetime if they actually showed hardcore beatings and killings, because I had watched Monster, then took the nap, thus sleeping and processing the storyline of man-hating and rape, and for some reason I threw in being burnt alive. Yesterday's had to do with these ghost/prisoners who could show you visions, and in the visions they would just kill you horribly.

This is fun.

LJ is dying

Fri, 24 Jun 2005 07:46:20 GMT

My job is so tight. Summer's slow, I want to move back to school. At this point it seems everyone pretty much wants to move back to school, from any school. And I never thought I'd become one of those people that write such short entries.

Sun, 19 Jun 2005 05:09:20 GMT

Jamie brought it up 2 weeks ago, Meredith and I discussed it somewhat thoroughly about a week ago, I brought it up to Dan a few days ago, Ryan called a couple times last week concerning the issue of hanging out, so there is definitely a college "reunion" in the works. And I'm looking forward to it.

"There will be a tsunami! maybe. people near the coast should evacuate! I guess"

Wed, 15 Jun 2005 04:09:59 GMT

In 13 minutes there will be a tsunami?

Or potential for a tsunami.

Warning: British Colombia to Mexico, GET TO HIGH GROUND!

wait they just called off the tsunami warning.

Did anyone else catch any of this?

Mon, 30 May 2005 05:57:10 GMT

I'm home in Marin until August 1st, until I move into my Villas Apartment on the beautiful Lake side, where our apartment will face away from the lake on the ground floor. I can't believe it's already been a year. And it's only been 2 days into summer and I've already fallen into that hopeless lonesome too-much-free-time phase, but I'm trying to appreciate my 48 hours of nothing but napping and watching Law and Order SVU marathons alone in the house, because I start working full time tomorrow. 80 bucks a day. Something about this place depresses me, even if I'm happy to be out of the dorms, away from no sleep and taking showers with 6 other people with shoes on. It just got to a point where I didn't mind it at all anymore. I worry too much and anticipate the worst far in advance, I've been worrying about how summer's going to go since the beginning of May, and I don't acknowledge the fact breaks normally start out slow. I guess I've been worried I'm going to have too much time to think about everything I don't want to think about, blowing everything out of porportion and falling into some sort of sexually driven despair. Also I've just been more bummed about my transmission being blown then I lead on, because it changes everything. I guess the way I see it, is I'm going from being constantly surrounded by friends, to feeling like I don't even have any friends. I'm a big annoying baby pity me please.

Moving out I got all emotional, but not until I got into the car and started driving away. Because even though this year was filled with tremendous amounts of unnecessary drama, to the point that Jamie and I have broken down the last semester in terms of Real World episodes, figuring out two-parters and confessionals in our own Real World Episode Guide, I'm still going to miss everyone, because you know that next year's not going to be the same. Also I'm PMSing and will cry about anything. But you know that acquaintances from the floor, or dorm buildings in general, you're basically never going to see again, and the fact Meredith is not coming back is saddening. I'm even going through this phase of missing having Andi as my roommate, and Marc as basically my unassigned, unasked for roommate. Also I feel as if this upcoming year is it. We'll be comfortable once again and then we all depart for semeseters abroad, coming back to nothing comfortable, if coming back at all. I don't want to come back to SFSU after junior year. It's as if our lives from here on out is adjusting to a location and feeling as if it's home and then having to leave it and everyone who was apart of it in a heartbeat. I like how anything associated with everything you're used to being forcibly changed, to good friends moving away, filling your days with nothing but work, is all apart of "becoming an adult". I want to go back to my summer's of Lauren living next door and playing nothing but Egg Explode and World Class Track Meet on the Power Pad every single day. I guess what I'm trying to say... is, uh, I don't want to grow up I'm a Toys R Us kid?

The End.

Mon, 02 May 2005 07:49:10 GMT

Our future housing situation has worked out for the best, Susie and I will be roommates and Miya and Karla will be roommates all in a towers apartment over on Serrano. Jessica, although not living with us, will still reside in the city somewhere with Pierra, which I am probably spelling wrong, her friend from High School who is also going to CCA. And I figure this way is better since now hanging out with Jessica will be a pleasure rather then the possible chance of our slowly driving eachother crazy and never wanting to hang out ever again because we might suck as roommates. Jason's no longer living with Alex, Jeff, Mason and Sean. Though I think it's still odd Sean is in there, but then again now we can visit and continually hear him either sing Usher or O-Town songs. And I'm slowly trying to persuade Garrett, Dan, Jamie and Ryan into getting a big trampoline for their house, since we can't because we'll have no yard. I've desperately wanted a big trampoline since I was like 6 but was told they were too expensive, so now that I'm older I still assume they are only for millionaries when really it's only about 200 dollars. Goddamn my warped memory.

I still wish we could live in a villas apartment that actually has a view.

School's almost over, about a month to go, I'm kind of surprised at how fast it's gone by, or seemed like it's gone by. Really I'm pretty much only focusing on this semester since winter break felt like a summer vacation in itself. But when I really look back on it, this year's been really friggin' long. The emotional roller coasters. The new experiences. The over-abundance of socal Indie kids. Randomnly receiving fratboy booty calls? The friends I probably wouldn't normally be friends with prior to the dorms. The fact I've lived with someone for a year that I had never met before the initial move-in date. Sleeping through snoring. My newly formed ability to be good friends with someone I have an enormous crush on, a crush far surpassing my Jimmy Reid 4 year HS personality imfactuation. The pretty much assumed fact now that I should have been friends with pot heads all through out high school, which Gail and I both decided and discussed this past weekend, not solely because of the marijuana but because of the attitudes that come with the kids who normally smoke the marijuana. Ect.

It's to the point where I barely even remember not knowing these people I know now, and it's going to be weird not being continually surrounded by these people day-by-day. Now it's barely an effort to hang out with someone, at home it's compeltely different. And maybe this is just my case, but most days are spent alone at home, and ecspecially will be like this this summer since Jessica moved and I have no car. I'll probably re-visit my once obsessions that normally fill this time like constant X-Files viewing along with David Duchovny picture searching, where I find pictures of him sprawled out on a counter with only a teacup covering his schlong. I know that I complain about dorm life now and how I want to go home and hang out by myself on many occasions, which I do most weekends, but in the end I know I'm really going to miss this place. And the fact, when we come back after summer, Meredith will be gone, makes this suck even more. And most of this year I've spent goofing off, which I partly feel bad about, but then again, along with being the "beginning of our lives" or whatever, where we are supposed to start serioulsy thinking about what we want to do in our futures, this is also the only time in our lives where we can sit around one morning and decide that some random wednesday should be spent all-day drinking, and still have this be exceptable behavior since we're college students and not elders with professions. Even with this affect on grades, the fact I haven't been taking anything seriously for the most part, I have no regrets and it's GE anyways. I guess all I can do now is live this last month left to its fullest, enjoying people's company, and work my ass off over summer in order to get money so next year can be spent equally as ridiculous full of unnecessary purchases and maybe even a big trampoline.

Tue, 26 Apr 2005 09:06:14 GMT

Watching people file out of ward from my room of park at 2 in the morning is so entertaining. Watched from my room occasionally yelling how warm I am, watching for susie to come over, she did so, moved to the lounge of the floor and watched with Matt, observing behavior while narrorating our own discovery channel like documentary, road the elevator to the first floor where it opened, we stood there, and went automatically back up confusing girls on the couch. Or maybe it's that I'm just easily amused.