I feel the need to post. Because. This has been one of the best weekends ever.
It started on Friday. Friday is a day where i wake up really early, attend way too much class, deal with dipshit, dumbass lab partners, and then get really angry. Luckily, lab was on the beach this week as we are talking about longshore sand deposit. Not a bad way to end my scholastic week.
After class I immediately left for Hempwise, the local ganja culture shop, to look for a new swimsuit. Out of curiosity, I asked how much their salvia was. $50 for a gram of 15x. Fuck that shit. I left without buying anything. When I got back to the room, I talked to taylor. He became excited and we ended up buying 20x off of iamshaman for 30 bucks and 1500 morning glory seeds.
Day soon became night, and boredom soon became drinking. Taylor and I downed our krunk juice while Neel headed out to the PuffBluff. Neel has given up drinking for Lent and, seeing as how he is our resident alcoholic, I'm very proud that he has made it this far. We were soon ready to go and we headed out to Isla Vista.
We had no particular place to go, so we just cruised down Del Playa. The place was deserted; very odd for a Friday night. It was only nine o'clock, so we ignored it. After searching a bit, we came to a party that was being held in and in back of a small house. A clothesline held up a big black tarp to prevent the pigs from snooping too hard. We entered the party and found ourselves in the middle of a White Trash Bash. Faux pregnant women were smoking and drinking, many guys had mullets, and pretty much everybody was wearing a wifebeater. There was alcohol, but there were lots of people and only one keg. As far as attaining beer goes, such a situation always proves to be nearly impossible. There was a beerpong table, but it sucks watching a game if you or your friends aren't involved.
We bounced. There was a small band playing outside a duplex near the party (and, as it happens right nextdoor to our forgotten dream house), and we stopped there for a second before heading to a party on DP that Sam had told me about. We were pleased when we arrived at the party. There was a live band that was pretty damn good. There was a little alcohol, but at least it was easy to snatch. Erica Kehlet and Ana came toward the end of the party and we had fun with them. Taylor had a little fun with a chick who apparently admitted "my boyfriend wont be too happy about this." The band wrapped up with a shitty cover of Bro Hymn and we left.
When we got back to the room, it was two in the morning. Wasn't long before people came to hang out. Erica Kehlet, Ana, Lisa, Tessa, Taylor, Afshin, Neel and I sat down to watch various (parts) of movies. There was the last half hour of the Matrix and the first half hour of happy feet. That's about when Taylor passed out on Neel's bed. I checked to see if his shoes were still on and i wasn't disappointed. I fished out a brown sharpie and wrote some penis related comments on his face. Afshin called me stupid and left the room. Whatever, that's the rule. The rest of the gang and I sat down to watch Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade on my laptop. Let me say that is one of the best movies ever. Harrison Ford and Sean Connery are two of the coolest actors ever.
The movie finished and we set up a tent over my bed and talked and tickled for a couple hours. At this point, Tessa and Taylor had left and it was just Neel, Lisa, Ana, Erica, and I. When we saw that it was 530 in the morning, i suggested that we go out to campus point and watch the sun rise. We gathered a blanket and a sleeping bag and headed out. We took thousands of pictures, which are now on facebook, and watched an amazing Santa Barbara sunrise. The orange against the blue was astounding. We played around a bit on the platform at the point, which was kinda cool, and took some more pictures. When we were finished, we made our way back to the dorms and went to bed. It was seven in the morning; a full twenty four hours after i had woken up on friday.
Even though i was planning to sleep forever, i got a call from Matt Connelly telling me that i had to get up and do Afshin's jog-a-thon. Goddamn it. I was a big scared because i wasn't sure how fast people would be. I ended up being at the front of the pack with two other runners, David Palm and some other guy from the 2300's. We took a break after the 5th lap (the course made a square around the low rise dorms and was about half a mile). At that point, two guys who, apparently were training for a 50 mile race passed us. They were wearing funning clothing: big poncholike jerseys and tshirts under that. Strange. We waited for the hot girl we saw kicking some ass and paced with her. Hotness. My buddies dropped out eventually and i was left to run with who i could find. I ended up in a threeway tie with Zulu poncho boys, but since they finished first i think they got the prizes. Note: Mike's infatuation with two girls named michelle starts. We fininshed the thing with a bbq.
I couldn't go back to bed. So i went to lie out on the beach and the lawn with Taylor, Neel, and Naomi. I almost fell asleep, but fuck that. We played guitar in Taylor's room and that was a fun little session. Before we knew it, it was party time. We busted out the highlighters and we had artists tattoo our bodies. People took pictures, but nobody took ones without the flash, so you couldn't see how awesome we were. We headed out the the highlighter party and it was awesome. Dancing, hyphy music, a keg, beerpong, hot girls, you name it. AWESOME PARTY! and hey, Neel finally hooked up with Lisa. Go Neel! umm. and just like that i forgot the rest of the weekend because it was two weeks ago.
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