Today Stumble Redirected Me To Gmail...

MEHHHHHHH. It's Christmas. I got a whole bunch of car stuff, like jumper cables, oil, tools, snow chains, etc. Cool.

Lately I've been telling my parents that I go out drinking. I left my car at Tommy's the other night and when my parents asked about it, I told them the truth. The result wasn't so bad... immediately. My dad actually congratulated me on my decision, which I guess he should. Whatever though,I've been drinking for 3 years and I've only recently stopped hiding it. I totally know my way around SF drunk and on foot. Leaving my car 15 blocks away is no big deal.

I almost thought that this was a new era with my parents, and it kinda is, but I dont think I'll ever grow up in their eyes. I thought that since I no longer have to hide drinking from my parents, and since I don't do it really often in the city, that I wouldn't have to hear my parents talk to me about it anymore. But no. Not only do I get the "BE CAREFUL" talk 9 times more per day, but now my driving is being scrutinized. First of all, since they're all worried about me drinking, they stay up later to make sure I get home okay. That's okay, I guess, but it leaves me in a vulnerable position when I come home early and high. But that's still not so bad, because I guess my parents will have to come to terms with the fact that I "smoke the dope" soon enough.

The bigger problem is what happened tonight. It still has a chance to be resolved in a peaceful manner, but that may or may not be asking alot, considering it's my father we're talking about. Anyway, I have one, count it, ONE, SMALL glass of red wine (and I do mean small. it was a small glass and a small portion of it was filled. less than 4 fluid oz.) and my father comes up to me and tells me that I can't drive tonight. Let's get this straight right now: I. Love. Driving. I drive all over SF. Every day. I drive stoned all the time when I have a car to do so. It's great. I have never, ever drank and driven (sounds ugly when used in past tense), even when forced into that awkward teenage situation of drinking without the parents finding out, which usually ends up in the teen trying to drive home anyway so he/she won't get in trouble for drinking, and then gets somebody killed.

So why on Earth would my dad take away my driving priviledges for one glass of wine? It was 6pm when we started dinner. Not only was my drink less than the serving size for a typical glass of wine, but I am a large guy with a tolerance for alcohol. So that so-called one drink which should fade away in an hour (good rule of thumb) should fade away FASTER cos it was a small drink used on a big guy. And finally, it's almost 8pm now; I'm not planning on leaving for another hour. So that one drink that the big guy Mike Novak drank 3 hours ago is now the reason why that same Mike Novak can't drive tonight. Not only will this drink totally not affect my driving, but it certainly won't do so 3 hours after it's done, and it definitely wont show up on any breathalyzers and I definitely wont be pulled over in the first place because it's the sunset and i'm only going a couple blocks! FUCK!

Whatever I whine too much. Merry christmas and stuff.

South Harmon Institute of Technology

I was going to post about something else but i got to weird to finish it. Right now i feel really weird. I can't explain it. I'm really anxious. But i dont know what about. I know it gets stronger when i get to the tense parts of the movies on comedy central. i just want to freak out. thats probably it. i havent really been exercising. i mean i had a really good run at the park with my sister and my dog, but i still feel like EXPLODING WITH SPAZ. like the sound when people barf on south park. BLEAGHAGHAGLHAGHAGHALGHAGHH. fuck! it's like i drank a million cups of coffee and have to wait until im sober again. i'm trying to play guitar righ tnow but i cant even keep my fingers on the neck. i feel like strumming so hard the strings break. i feel like typing out the southpark barf again so i can spaz out on the keboardlkgjsdlkgja;lgj;ladjgl;aewjgo;jcomewofijoiarjgwoe;fgarg. w;algsdj;lwrjgef!!!!

In spanish, you only capitalized the first word in a title

Before i say anything, I'd just like to inform the internet that i raped both my spanish midterm and my spanish essay. WHAM

Also I bought an awesome electric guitar and lots of goodies with it (pics soon). BAM

And that today we're having another house thanksgiving and we have a fuckload of food to eat including turkey, stuffing, mashedpotatoes, yams w/marshmallows, green beans, cornbread, rolls, several homebaked pies, good beer, good wine, icecream and much more. THANK YOU MA'AM

Except I gotta clean the house before we have guests. Lame. But I have all day to watch the turkey and fuck around on guitar, or play video games, or start the 3 page spanish essay that i have to write over break. ugh.

more later!

I Like How Blogger Calls It My "Dashboard"

I've been hearing how many people have been likening the ban on gay marriage to former Jim Crow laws. I've also been hearing a lot of people say that this is not only an incorrect comparison, but a demeaning and insulting way of putting things. While I understand that gays are totally not going through what blacks had to go through in times of slavery and the pre-jfk era, that doesn't necessarily mean that you cannot make the comparison.

It might be too easy of a comparison to make along the lines of Godwin's Law, where eventually every debate in an online forum will disintegrate into Nazi analogies, but that doesn't mean that there is no relevance to present day issues. The point that people want to make when they refer to past Jim Crow laws is that there was once a time where people were disenfranchised because they were the wrong color. There were a variety of reasons why people thought that blacks shouldn't have received equal rights that spanned from the immorality of black people, to specific bible passages, and usually just plain hatred. America realized, however, that you cannot suppress a group of people just because you don't agree with them or because they don't look or act like you.

The same reasoning applies to the gay civil rights movement. Gays are being disenfranchised. They do not receive the exact same rights as any other American. The government (and the American people, unfortunately) are keeping gays down by not giving them every single right that everybody else has. Nobody is trying to detract from the black civil rights movement. Lord knows there was a lot of pain and hardship there. And although gays appear to have it pretty good (They typically do well for themselves. Apparently they're one of the wealthiest subdivisions in America, but I think that's because they try harder and they don't have lots of kids to spend money on [esp. in Alabama or Arkansas or wherever they passed that stupid adoption law]), they still hurt that they can't participate in one of the most special moments in a normal person's life.

I dont think that people who voted for the ban on gay marriage are horrible people. Well, kinda, but I bet alot of them really do think that all hell will break loose if dudes marry dudes and girls mary girls. They're just afraid. The gay community just has a lot of reaching out to do. Especially to minority groups, if the statistics are accurate. And I don't feel bad that prop 8 passed. It's lamentable, but it wasn't necessarily supposed to happen. The results from the last vote were like 70-30 in favor of the ban, and now it's pretty much 50-50. California has come a long way. There's no doubt that this shit will be over in a year or two. I guess that's still not soon enough, but it's a relatively short time compared to however long gay people have been around and have been persecuted for their lifestyle.

Did you like how my subject totally changed? I kinda forgot where I was going with this one. Whatever.

Sinsemilla

I voted for President. I'm happy that I was on the winning team for my first presidential election. Palin can suck it. She would have been bad news bears.

I voted for other thingies too.

Highspeed rail won!
Chickens can spread their wings!
Teens can get abortions without their parents consent! (boy, that's a weird thing to be jubilant about)
Renewable energy lost by a wider margin that I would have hoped.
Gays are fuuuuuuuuuucked. Personally, I blame my roommate. He's a dick. A douche. A prick.
FUCK victims rights.
I dont think that redistricting made any difference to anybody and that's why it won by such a narrow margin.
Veterans get monies.


An alright election alongside a stunning defeat for the lgbts community. It hurts.

Why my roommate is a dick: he didn't vote until the last minute (typical) BECAUSE he wanted to see who was winning when the other polls were closing (LAME!). So he voted Obama, but I don't think Obama wanted his vote. It was a waste. Not to mention the fact that he keeps joking about his assassination. KNOCK ON WOOD KNOCK ON WOOD PLEASE GOD DON'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM US! He also voted yes for 8 so he could make a fag joke. Waste. He also continues to state, very loudly, that he hates how JFK is idolized and asks the room "what did jfk ever do for me?" All I can think is "ASK NOT WHAT YOUR COUNTRY CAN DO FOR YOU. ASK WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY!"

I think he does this because Afshin is one of his only friends. Afshin is very conservative, but he can be extremely reasonable about it and he really believes in what he says. Kevin has no other friends, so he spends his time sucking Afshin's dick for affection. It doesn't work that way because Afshin isn't an idiot. He sees that Kevin is a liar, a schemer, and a fool. Kevin doesn't do anything and sure as hell doesn't care about anything. My roommate is a waste of vote and a waste of space.

The Chargers Looked Better With Blue Helmets

I guess I'll do this because even though I'm not still pissed about it, it's been something that I've wanted to write down for a long time. Although I feel bad for not just leaving well enough alone. I hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass.

Concerning the banishing of Joe M., the straw that broke the camel's back was when he broke my pipe. Joe was never a good smoker. He doesn't have the manners for it. There's a certain set of unspoken rules that all smokers should abide by. It's basically common sense, but it includes being generous with your green. This was not the case with Joe M. Usually if you want to smoke, if there are other people in the room who you know also smoke, it's impolite to not include them. Joe would do this all the time. Just light up right in front of a room full of stoners and not include anybody. If he was, for once, feeling generous, he would offer somebody a hit when he was pretty much done. Offering ash is not cool.

He also did other annoying things like cradling the piece right next to his mouth for what seemed like forever before he actually decided to take a hit. I was never in the mood to wait around a long time for somebody I don't like to finally smoke and maybe pass it to me. He would buy the shittiest weed too. Headache weed. Even though he knew get some from me when I went to the club. I think he show that his friends were cool, although to be honest, I think they were intentionally ripping him off. Nobody would pay that much for shitty product. AND HE WOULD ALWAYS PUT HIS ASHES ON THE FUCKING COFFEE TABLE THAT DICKHOLE. sorry. When I first met our neighbors, we happened to talk about Joe (he had been frequenting next door because they had video games and he thought that they liked him [because he "packed mad bowls" {of ash}]).

After a while (3 days), I knew it would be a bad idea to smoke with this guy. It wasn't worth bringing up because he would act like a knowitall and I would just get more pissed. So I never ever smoked with him. I did let him use my pipe, though. My small one, Wrigley. He pretty much sat on the couch all day with the little pipe cradled next to his big, pouty lips. I did hold a bit of a grudge, but if it meant it kept him from asking me about it all the time, I would just left it out for him to smoke day in day out. I never used it myself because I was grossed out by the nastyass saliva he'd leave on it because he has such big lips.

One day I noticed that there was a screen in my pipe. Screens are generally used to prevent small plant matter from getting sucked through the hole in the pipe. I never really had problems with scooby snacks before, but it was a harmelss addition to my pipe so I didn't say anything right away. Later on I found out that the screen was hiding something: a big fat shattered hole in the bowl of my pipe. The screen had been on for roughly two weeks, but this is the first time that I had seen that it was broken. He obviously broke my pipe and didn't tell me about it. Don't tell me, I'm just the guy who lets him smoke out of it for 14 hours a day.

He had broken my pipe without my knowledge, and instead of telling me about it, took it upon himself to walk down the block to Hempwise, buy a screen for 5 cents, and continue puffing away his life in front of the television. When I found out, I was PISSED. I hadn't seen him in a while because he had been dealing with the official stuff of getting fired from the university center (he had to go through some meeting formalities so that he could get hired by the university again). When he got home I confronted him about it. I asked him when he broke my pipe and he goes "What are you talking about? Oh.. I broke that last night". Note that I had said that the screen had been in there for two weeks. He was lying. He said that he would replace it and asked if he could keep the old one.

I told him no. He was kinda offset by this and told me that it is "customary" that if you break something and replace it, the owner should give the original one to you. That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard, and I told him so. It can't be "customary" to do that because I could easily accuse him of breaking my pipe so that he could keep the old one. It wasn't a bad idea to ask for the pipe, but I sure as hell didn't want to give it to him. If he had told me that he had broken my pipe, I could have been the one to walk a block and buy a screen for 5 cents.

Furthermore, he said that because of an altercation he had with Kevin he would not give me twenty bucks to pay for it, but that he would go with me to Hempwise to buy another one for me. Joe had apparently borrowed Kevins brand new bike and gotten it stolen. When he replaced it, it definitely wasn't up to par with the brand new bike, so Kevin asked how much he had payed for it and requested the difference. Now I know that was a bad idea. Kevin should have either accepted or rejected the bike. But this had nothing to do with replacing my pipe. If anything, he should have seen that by replacing my pipe he was doing the exact same thing as he did with Kevin and was hoping for a different result. Things dont work like that. He told me that I was taking advantage of the situation because I wanted money for the pipe so that I could upgrade it. Also ridiculous. Humans beings take advantage of situations. It's called intelligence. If he had said that I was taking advantage of him, he would have had a point. Additionally, I'm not going to be confined to one store to purchase a new pipe. Glasswork is art, you can't always find the art you like at the neighborhood shop and i certainly wasnt going to lug his ass around town looking for a new one.

He pretty much stormed out after I said that his ideas were stupid. On his way out I told him that if he's so concerned with the respect that other people have for him, he should respect them, and their stuff, in return. He countered that he had the higher moral ground because he hadn't raised his voice. For the record, he broke my stuff, didn't tell me about it, lied to me, failed to replace it, demanded the old one even though he REALLY didn't deserve it. I felt a little inclined to raise my voice.

But now he's gone and none of this matters. I wrote a letter to him that I never delivered that pretty much said all of this, so it's not even like I'm letting off steam. Sorry to waste your time. Maybe next time I'll have something cool to offer.

Do Re Mi Re Do

Hey guys. I just fixed my computer, so now i can do normal stuff on the internet again. Like post? Eh. It took like 7 hours to fix this piece of shit, and that's exactly why i procrastinated so much about getting around to it. And i had to lose all my files. Lame.

1. Joe M. is gone. We had a douchey housemate this summer who was supposed to be with us all year, but we had enough of him immediately, so we kicked him out. Nobody liked this guy. Not us, not the neighbors, not our friends, not his bosses (they all fired him, several times), not his teachers (failed him i think), not anybody. And this guy was living with us. I'll dedicate a special post to a particular story about him breaking my pipe, but I have to get around to catching up before I go on campus. But yea. One day I told him that enough was enough and that he had to leave. Awkward. But he's gone now. Yay

2. Hanno P. is here. We got a cool german to fill Joe's place. He's really friendly and funny and has good taste in music. Hanno is kinda the anti-Mess. Everybody likes him. Cool. He helped us build our beerpong table and he's very industrious in general. Very useful housemate. Also buys booze.

3. Neighbors are cool. They're a year younger than me and I think that makes them think I'm cool. That's nice. We smoke alot. They kinda have a mirror image of our house, but WAY WAY nicer. It's really nice to reference their house when we talk to our property manager. "Our neighbors fence doesn't fall down. Our neighbors have nice grass. Our neighbors have stuff that doesn't break every 5 seconds."

4. Bean Stadium is finished. Cool. We rehauled our shitty front yard and added floodlights and built a sick beerpong table. It's super sturdy (cross beams) and has a great paintjob (picture? fuck you it's on facebook. if you want details as to how I painted it you can ask, but for now all you need to know is that it actually looks like a court, so we can play pingpong if we feel like it). Afshin headed the project and Hanno helped us alot. We also built a firepit which should come in handy for the winter months. Party tonight, actually.

5. Lots of weed. Although not all of it smoked. Smoking has been reduced. To normal schooltime levels. That's good. I was getting a little tired of it as an all the time thing. Not that that's a bad thing, it's just now i go to bed early and get up early and that actually has a considerable effect on things. Later on I'll tell you a cool conversation I had with my dad about weed. Hint: he finally admitted smoking and indirectly admitted LSD usage. cooooool.

6. I know I've been saying this for a long time, but I'm finally going to do it. After halloween I'm getting a guitar.
http://guitars.musiciansfriend.com/product/Epiphone-Les-Paul-Standard-Plain-Top?sku=517413
http://guitars.musiciansfriend.com/product/Crate-Flexwave-Series-FW65-65W-1x12-Guitar-Combo-Amp?sku=481058
I'm not sure what color I'm getting yet. But I'm so fucking stoked.

7. Gaucho Locos. I'm Vice President and Pubic Relations, but I think I told you that. We recently went up to Cal Poly on a charter bus and totally dominated the shit out of them at their own stadium. Fucking epic. FUCKING EPIC.

8. Just got a callback for a job interview at A.S. ticket office. Sick. A real job. Awesome. Legitamate money. wooh.







. This fucking fly is toast.

Free Stuff Reds

I got a free desk and record player! Also I now own a surfboard as of 3 weeks ago. 8'6". I go to the beach alot and I skimboard. I also boogie board with fins so i can get cooler waves. I spend alot of time studying now because i'm actually interested in the fields im studying (biology and spanish). I have a research position, but it doesnt pay and it's going to take a long time. I still go out with erica and I have 2 houses that i can call home other than my house in sb and in sf. I guess I'm head of PR (Pubic Relations, no typo) of the Official Guacho Locos. I have a really cool room and I like to spend time in it because it's spacious and quiet and has my stuff in it.

Life is pretty okay.

ONE MORE DAY!

Im so burned out. Study study study all week. And now I'm almost done with finals. I took down my written spanish final and i aced my bio final. When i say aced, i mean i did really well, but here's the thing. If i get a 93 or 94 percent on that test, I have an A in the class. I worked really hard to get this A. And I promised that I would do REALLY well in biology since i did so poorly in chem last year. My rationale is that chem isn't my thing, bio is, so if im going to kill my gpa with chemistry, then my bio has to cancel out my chem grades. I REALLY WANT THIS. Also i hope i have an A in spanish. bleh.

but now i have one more final tomorrow: spanish grammar and vocab test. also i have to rewrite my spanish essay and write a 100 word summary of this spanish movie i watched. it's so little work, maybe an hour, but i cant get around to it. I'm just soooooo tired. SLDKGJSD. whatever. i'll finish it and go have fun. awe;gljer

also ek gets here tomorrow. awesome.

Astronaut Sauce

PROSPECTIVELY:
I like it... But it kinda sounds vulgar. Referring to the title, by the way. Apparently something is coming for me on craigslist. But whatever could it be? I was looking today on craigslist and found this sweet record player that came in a box with it's own built in speakers on the underside of the lid of the box. And it was orange. Cool beans.

MEANWHILE:
3 finals to study for on Thursday. Spanish, Bio, and Bio Lab. Lame. Also, Spanish is a two part test so I have to take the second half of Spanish on Friday. Super lame.

IN THE FUTURE AGAIN:
I'd like to call a press conference sometime in the following week. Be prepared for great news, stunning visuals, and sound effects.

Harry Potter's Awkward Teen Years

I was watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix yesterday and I noticed that they played alot of rock music in it. Rock music? In Harry Potter? Do you remember the first couple Harry Potter's? It was all the theme song music or some other orchestra. Now they listen to rock music? It looks very 60's Britain, actually. Very fun. I think what they did was lay down the basics of the wizarding world, the crazy bank, the robes, the cauldrons, the house elves, and then after we got all that down, they start showing us the smaller aspects in a young wizards world, like rock music. SO my point is that there must be lots of other things that they can't cover in a series of books. Some really small thing that may happen all the time, but nobody would ever know because JAY KAY ROWLING never wrote it down.

Well here's my idea. You know how Harry and the others just sometimes do magic without wanting to? You know, it just happens. Like the snake at the zoo in the first book, or Harry defeating Voldemort as a child. Magic that happens all of a sudden because the magic is just IN them. The specific instance that I'm thinking about is when Harry is with Cho in the room of requirement and they're talking about Cedric Diggory and she tells Harry that he's a wonderful teacher and then she kisses him i think. BUT RIGHT ABOVE THEIR HEADS there is mistletoe that is growing. Nobody is actually making this mistletoe grow (except i guess the room of requirement, but i doubt it), it's just happening. OR IS IT?

Magic boners. There. I said it. Wouldn't that suck? What if every time you got a boner, shit would start growing or standing up straight. As I'm writing this I'm hanging out in my living room and with Joe M. and Neel and I'm looking at my empty cereal bowl. What if I was magic and happened to pop one and the spoon resting on the bowl's edge just started standing up straight on it's own accord. It would be funny cos it's just guys around, but if it's in a room full of girls, that's bad news. I would have to figure out what was going to pop up and neutralize it immediately. Put my foot on the spoon, so it won't rise up. But then the bushes outside would probably grow or something and the cat would be out of the bag.

Magic boners, huh. Lame. Lamesauce, Mr. Potter.

Big Screen Rock Band

Yesterday we decided to get drunk and then destroy a huge lock box in Geoff's backyard. So we played a 'the office' drinking game to start off, which is ridiculous by the way. You have to drink for pretty much everything that happens, so it's a shitfest. But yea, so we're swaggering in the backyard, hammers in hand, and we realize that the box isn't even locked. We found a snowboard and two rafts! After a hearty night of partying (beerpong at my house, a WTF party, and some french guy who slept on our couch), i woke up this morning to a pleasant surprise: i wasn't hungover! The gatorade i had demolished the night before had saved me. It was kinda weird how I could feel the alcohol and the gatorade at the same time. It was as if the alcohol was trying to kill me, but the gatorade was actively intervening. What im trying to say is that i was fine, but i could literally feel the alcohol trying to fuck me up. Whatever. SO YEA we took the rafts out and had a mini floatopia. it was awesome. and we capsized, which was really funny. Right now we're going to have a bbq in the front yard. awesome. but i gotta read some bio first.

i know it sounds like i drink alot, and i guess i am currently, but really drinking isnt that much fun. i'll slow down when i get a chance. i dont like waking up sick..

Followup

So yea. That was a drunk post last night. You could technically call this a drunk post too, cos it's still wearing off, but im sober enough. God, when you get really sick, you can actually feel how the alcohol is poisoning your body. It's rough. I woke up this morning at 6 cos i needed to puke. I threw up all the free, homemade korean bbq i got last night from chris's mom and some of it went through my nose. ouch. then i tried to go to sleep for like an hour, but i was feeling really disoriented and it didnt happen for a while. I woke up at noon feeling much better. You see, I always buy lots of gatorade for these occasions. If you just drink a bottle before you go to bed, keep one in your bed, and perhaps drink another if you feel sick in the morning, you'll be better before 10am. good stuff. smoking pot has less consequences, but i feel it has less potential for glory. god, glory is a weird word.

whatever. im going to go skimboarding

SOOOOMEbodyhatesme

So. I'm drunk. In isla vista. It's amazing. So many people. Amazing. You'd be surprised how much the hair works. For instance. Well i guess first, i've noticed that girls like my long hair, for some stupid reason. That was awesome. Also, my hair gets me into parties. People dont think im a freshman right away. I lied my way into the Miller house by saying i lived next door. "Oh yea, I've met you before. Go on in!"


I rock. I'm sorry. I don't do intentionally. It's just sometimes it happens. I assure you, it only happens some times. Like tonight. I'm generally a dork. Oh well. I'm getting better at lying i guess...



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This Old House

I wasn't really sure what to expect with this new house. When we decided to move out of das haus, we were hoping to trade up. Things didn't go as planned, so it was another housing battle. Luckily, I found one of the last houses still available in IV, so we wouldnt be homeless for an entire year.

As far as a trade up goes, I'm not entirely sure about that, but this new house is definitely as good as das haus. It's just cool in different ways. For instance, now we have ample parking day or night. I dont have a car yet, but I might get one this year. Also, pasado is way different than sabado (those are street names). Pasado has more trees and the houses have more character. Most of them are very unique. Sabado houses were cool, especially cos you're on sabado, but the structures are a little plain. Our house right now is interestingly built. It has little nooks and shelves built into the walls and the closets are pretty neat. And then there's the fact that last year i had the smallest room in the house, and this year i have the largest. It comes with a bathroom and a walk in closet. awesome.

Here's the catch. The people associated with this house are weirdos. Starting with the landlord: To avoid getting fucked over by google search again, i will tell you that our landlords name is D*. P*arlm*n. This guy seemed like a pretty nice guy over the phone, he talked alot though. And the other thing was taht he wanted to get to know each one of us before deciding to lease us his house. "My house is my baby," he said. "And the less people in it, the better. 4 people tops living in mah house." For a 3 bedroom house at $3300 a month? Fuck that. We decided to lower our own rents by getting a 5th, under the table roommate who would receive his own room. If P*arlm*n ever found out about this, he'd probably be really, really angry. But he lives in South Carolina so, no problem, right?

Wrong. There is an onsite property manager named Mr. Bean. You can usually find him riding around isla vista on his bike, playing with junk and generally looking like a homeless man. From what I hear, he gets free rent for keeping an eye on the house. He's in charge of fixing it up and stuff. His front door is actually through an alleyway on the other side of our house and his home is probably one room (on the other side of my wall!). He's a nice guy, but he has his catches as well. The thing is, he's supposed to fix up our house, but he hasn't been on top of it at all. We've had lots of problems around the house and he's always just been off somewhere doing something else. I know he has a lot of other houses to get to, but he should have started with our house. Cos that should be his main priority. The funny thing is though, this house is soooooooo not somebody's baby. If it was, Mr. Bean wouldn't be in charge of it. But he's finally getting on things, so that's nice. Him and our 5th roommate, who is very motivated, are going to install a new fence (cos our old one is shit) and it's going to make our yard very cool..

Other than that, it's a fun house. It was and is definitely a fixer upper. But it's got character i guess. I also have distinct party memories from the unit in back from. (Freshman year I went to a pink party and broke a bowl chair with two of my friends. Also i peed on the house. Also the whole afshin drama thing occurred here. Wow. ALSO skunks. Lots of them. They like these streets cos there are more bushes to hide in. Fuck. Thats why we want our new fence. So skunks wont cross our yard when we're there.

Also my room is purple and has a sunflower on it. I'm going to get ek to paint it something cool. ALSO i have a queen size bed with a tv and gamecube right next to it. Fuckkkkinnnn sweeeeeet. ALSO our couch surfers are finally gone, so i have space in my room again to put a bean bag chair.



I guess I should update more, but I'm so lazy. Maybe next time I'll tell you about work?

Happy Belated America Day

Sorry I'm late.




I was too busy having fun at the beach this weekend. My friend is really good at skimboarding, so he's teaching me. It's way fun. Also surfing, but that requires a lot more energy. Skimboarding is just right here. No need to paddle out. Wanna hear a funny story about my house?

Somebody Needs To Do The Dishes

Sorry to tease you guys, but check back soon for a super long, intense, emotional, and alltogther crappy post. If I dont get around to it soon, make sure to force me. I want to write this out.
Mike

Shut Up, Ass Munch

So it's raining. I dont mind the rain so much when im out playing in it. Rain soccer, water sports, it's all fun. It kinda sucks getting into your car, tho. You have to walk in the puddles and get your car all dirty and smelly. You could walk, well, you could. I have holes in my shoes. They're like 3 years old or something. At least it would mean that I wasnt biking in the rain.

I dont have fenders on my bike. That means that the water from the back of the tire gets all over my back and all up in my gouche. And when i go through big puddles it just splashed everywhere. These facts are not made better by the fact that my only clean pair of pants has a hole in the buttocks and in the gouche (remember where I said rain splatters from a bike?). Basically, I have wet shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Lame stuff. Imagine my surprise, and rage, when i discover that after living in the library for four hours, it's pouring rain outside and i have a little more than a mile to bike home. Very lame.

I do have fenders for my bike though. I should put them on at my earliest convenience. The thing is, my earliest convenience never seems to come around. Ive been in class all day and now im posting up in the library to get hw done. By the time i get home, i have to do a couple loads of laundry and then go to the gym. Then I have to think of something to cook wiz for his birthday. I dont want to do pasta again, but what else can i make him? Maybe chicken parmesiana. Sounds good mebbe.

Final Note: Daria is clearly in several Beavis and Butthead episodes

Mah Poneh, Lemme Dig It

Today was a good day because I had it all to myself. Woke up early to do hw, got some forms for the house, ate lunch on a big lawn, and then I just got back from a 4.5 mile run and some intense gym-ing. Just one more class and then the library and then I might kill myself. I'm not sure if it was the endorphins or just my entire day, but I feel alot better. Whether that feeling will leave, i dont know. But it beats how gloomy i was feeling last night and this morning. I dont like getting into that moody state. I dont like scaring people off. I'll tell you guys the story later. Im tired and I have to leave soon. But basically my life is going to be hell for a long time. On that note, make sure to have a good run sometime; im feeling great.