Adventure Is Out There!

Every year on Christmas Eve, my family and the Coonings make pizzas. This year we are making SEVEN pizzas; most of them are ones we do every year like a deep dish and meat-lovers, but this year we are also including a really weird one. Get this: regular dough baked with nutmeg and cinnamon on it, then a layer of mascarpone cheese, and then sliced figs on the top with a balsamic reduction drizzled over it! The cheese and toppings don't actually get baked. I'm kind of excited to try it. I'll let y'all know how it goes.

The title makes me want this post to be about Up.

You Think You're Old?

The other day I made the usual trip back at the golf course trying to get in some extra hours. However since it's winter, (and super rainy) the days are much shorter making it hard to golf as it gets later in the day, meaning there are few hours to work if any. Anyways as I get there I find that an old man had lost control of his golf cart and drove over two curbs and crashed into the garage door of the cart barn. He was driving fast enough to push the garage door inwards a foot or two and make everything on the inside of the barn go crashing across the floor. He actually hit someone on his rampage across the course but everyone was ok after the incident. This guy was about 85 and didn't have a driver's license so it scares me what he would be like behind the wheel of a real car or even what he did to lose it.

I'm Old.

I hate getting old. I'm sure you can relate to that one, Jac. It's just that everything is different now, especially during the holidays. Beck, the youngest, is now 15 years old, and this is the first year that we aren't doing stockings. In previous years, Christmas morning looked a little something like this: Beck wakes us all up at the crack of dawn. We all walk downstairs and gather in the kitchen, drinking coffee and waiting for parents to wake up a bit. After getting the OK from parents, we all proceed into the living room to grab 'n' dump out our stockings. They always had really good stuff in 'em like candy and chapstick and gum and headbands. Then we'd move on to the bigger and better presents. But THIS year, we just have to jump right in! I guess it's way better than no presents at all. But the point is that these changes wouldn't be taking place if Beck (and the rest of us) weren't all getting OLDER. It's just a big fat bummer.

In other news, I'll be 21 soon. So I guess there's perks to that too.

Signing Off the Blog

well we gave it a good run; doesn't seem like anybody cares about this thing anymore. maybe we'll pick it up again eventually, but i'm tired of posting stuff nobody cares about, and checking it only to find that nobody else posted anything. have a good break everyone.

How Do You Know

So I was up in Los Angeles today, near UCLA, because I was going to the UC Davis vs UCLA basketball game. After arriving about an hour and a half before the game, we decided to go find some nearby food. We walked about ten minutes from campus hoping to find something good, and saw a crowd of people gathered near the a movie theater; it was closed for the premier of "How Do You Know." The red carpet was out and everything! So we decided to wait around and see what we could see, since the stars of that movie are: Owen Wilson, Paul Rudd, Jack Nicholson and... wait for it... Reese Witherspoon. One by one, the first three showed up, and thank God I brought my camera. I took videos of each of them, mostly from a distance, but it was nice to see that actors are real people. But where was Reese? We were all waiting for her, peering to see if she got out of every limo that pulled up. Suddenly, a group of security guards came right near us, and Reese was in the middle of them! She was giving out autographs and saying hi to all the people there. She made her way down, and I was basically two feet from her at one point. It was awesome; she is definitely as pretty in real life as she is on the screen.

Maybe Next Time

"I want just ONE time for my bag to be the first one off of the carousel" I said to David as we waited anxiously for our luggage. He nodded in agreement. The long, delayed flight was over, yet we yearned for our bags - the final key before we could step outside into Winter Break Freedom. Then the bag ramp started moving, the carousel turning with anticipation. The first item came up; I recognized it immediately. "I win!" shouted David as he bounced over to his black Nike bag and snagged it from the rotation. His radiant smile gleamed, and I could do nothing but pretend I was happy for him. So there I stood in astonished disappointment and waited, bag after bag, until mine finally appeared. So close. Maybe next time.

Lazy River of Knowledge.

I have been so inactive lately, due to studying, that I almost want to get up and go on a run just to exercise. If you know me at all (and how I HATE running just to run) you should know how drastic the situation has become. I might have callouses on my butt for sitting for so long (sorry for any inappropriate images). I. Can't. Wait. For. This. Week. To. Be. Over. Period.

A Coach's Perspective

So, tonight I have my last game for my 7th grade team. So far we are undefeated and 8-0. We play the hardest team in the league, who we came from behind to beat and only by 3 points last time. I'm extremely nervous...yet I'm not even playing. Since I'm head coach, it's up to me to call the shots and if we're in a sticky situation, it's my job to get us out of it. Game management is key: knowing how many fouls my girls have, how many time-outs I have left, managing the clock, trying to sub girls in (we have 16 players) appropriately not only so we can win, but since it's 7th grade, trying to be fair about playing time, calling the right play at the right time, and SO MANY MORE THINGS. This made me think, are all coaches this nervous before big games? As a player, I've never thought about it! I guess this means I've growed up :(

Real Productive

Yesterday I ate M&M's and watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which is code for: studying for finals.

I'm Still On Break

Class from 9-10am. Bowling P.E. from 10 - 11am. Work-out at the ARC, lunch at the DC, nap at home and sit around doing whatever I want (doing laundry, drawing cartoons, playing guitar and going to a flag football playoff game at night (which we won bt dubs)). That was my day, and notice how the word "study" is not included. Excellent.

G.G. English. G.G.

Why is the word 'streak' pronounced like 'streek'? I mean, it only has one more letter than steak, which is pronounced 'stake' and not 'steek' yet it is not pronounced in a similar way... WHY!?!?! But wait, there's more confusion: a similar word: 'break' is pronounced the same as steak, like 'brake' and is NOT said like 'breek'. Why is 'streak' so different and special? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

my brain hurts.

no wonder pablo has a tough time learning this crazy language.

props to you if you followed my thought process.

Rane Rane Pooring Down

Tonight David, Jason and I pitched in to create an AWESOME fajita (pronounced Fah-hee-tah) dinner. This was at the end of day that was supposed to include some much-needed studying, but instead consisted of listening to loud music and sitting around. It was a rainy day well spent.

Hey I'm Over Here Too

Ever feel like your professor is lecturing just at you like you're the only one in the room. Well, since my bio professor likes to use the chalk board, his back is always pointing towards the class. This means that any time he wants to address the class he awkwardly looks over his right shoulder and stares at the same 6 students or so since he can't strain his neck to face the entire class. It's pretty intimidating for those few students since they have to act like they're paying attention to everything he says. He also tends to ask a lot of questions ensure that the class is following along. This means that those 6 students have to nod their head constantly trying to show that they understand. But it's more than he just looks at them; he stares at them like they're the only one's in the room (unless you're that one kid who constantly asks questions and tries to correct the teacher in 2 of my lectures, then he recognizes you, but that's for another blog...). Whatever you do just don't sit in those few seats...

Darn Hooves

Here's how you type a donkey laughing: hehahehaheha

Names

This morning I was worked the badminton tournament in the pavillion, which was actually pretty neat. It kinda reminded me of those basketball tournaments that I used to go to where you stay at the gym all day and play like 5 games a day and loaf around in between. Some people actually brought inflatable mattresses in case they had to stay awhile and got tired. I think there were 18 courts going all at once, all day so it can get pretty intense. Anyways, I got to work with the president of the badminton club to make sure everything was running smoothly, whose name was Fanny. As funny as that name is, it gets better. She was wearing a club sweatshirt which had her name and initials on it which read: F. Yu. Pretty much the best name ever.

Hey Is It Loud Enough?

So this little tid-bit happened on the bus yesterday as well (seems to be a pattern). Anyways, I hopped on the always-crowded 6 o'clock bus home and luckily found a seat near the front. Like it is with most crowded buses, there was a lot of ambient noise, like people talking, the bus farting and random shuffling. However, amongst all that noise, I could still hear music from this girl's ipod. She wasn't sitting next to me, but was across the bus. ACROSS THE BUS. They weren't heavy duty ear-buds either, just plain old ipod ones. I'm pretty sure she had the volume turned all the way up, and wouldn't even be able to hear a fire-alarm if it went off right next to her face - that's how loud it was. I could pick out the lyrics to songs I had never heard before - that's also how loud it was. She was a perfect example of how to sustain massive ear trauma, and how to prepare for a future of hearing-aids and saying "what?" all the time.

Hey Man That's One Smooth Ride

Today I got to be one of those super cool kids who stands near the front of the bus and talks to the bus driver the whole ride; it was pretty sweet.

(Jaclyn: just use your imagination... and take my word for it that kids who stand and talk to the bus driver because they know them are, indeed, automatically cool)

Celebrity Sighting!

I saw... wait for it... DAVID WEALCH AT THE ARC LAST NIGHT!!! He was playing volleyball. It was amazing. I love surprises.

Where Have All the Nice People Gone?

I wish more people had heart. Not A heart; we all have one of those. I mean the times where people do something nice to help out a fellow human being, or bend the rules under special circumstances if it seems right. There have been too many instances in my life where a person of authority would not budge on the rules, not one bit, when they could have easily made my day by making a simple, reasonable exception. For example, the lady who wouldn't let me watch the Huey Lewis concert from the ambulance area, even though I had a ticket and couldn't get in because I wasn't 21. She could have easily let me stand there - a harmless act, and I would have written on how the situation was mended rather than made worse. She just didn't have common sense and compassion and heart, which seems to be a sad pattern amongst people. That being said, I like to live my life by the golden rule... seems cheesy, but it makes sense. I hold a job of reasonable authority now by 'supervising' and have to make some important decisions. But the most satisfaction I get out of life, which could be applied to most people if they tried, is to live by this golden rule. To do something and think, "Wow, that's how I wish somebody would treat me in that situation." It's comforting, and it's precisely the attitude I brought to refereeing (being one of the 'good' refs) and now to my supervisor job.

Not to toot my own horn, but something happened last night where I acted how I would hope to be treated. I was supervising, and 'broke' the rules to help out some guys. They simply wanted to play a pick-up game of soccer after the IM games were over, but needed me to keep the goals unlocked and the lights on. Basically, they needed me to stay past my scheduled time of work while they played for a bit. They hadn't been able to get their crew together to play for some time, and nighttime was the only time they could all play. They had tried renting a field, but the time slots were all full, and not many fields in Davis have lights. They needed me. I could have easily said "No" and made up excuses like "it's not part of my job", "I'm not scheduled to work anymore", or "I'm sorry, I just can't do it". I almost did that. I almost said those things. But then I thought of what it would be like if I was in this guy's shoes. It made no sense for me to reject him, when I could easily help him out. I would've liked someone to show me some heart in a similar situation, so that's exactly what I did. I stayed for about 45 minutes past my schedule, unpaid, just so they could play some pick-up soccer. It made their night; they told me they had a great time and were really thankful. It made me feel good that they had such a good time, and all I had to do was go a little outside the lines. It wasn't harmful, it was humane, and I wish it would become more common in our society.

Vets of the Mile High Club

I sat next to this PDA-friendly couple on my flight back from Seattle yesterday. Actually, I'd say they were PDA-enthusiasts. They were fairly old (the guy looked like the dad from 3rd Rock From the Sun.. the chin, specifically) and were talking about pretty inappropriate things for being with the same people for an hour and a half flight. I half expected them to get up and make good use of the closet-sized bathrooms. Let's just say that "whispering" about the things he wanted to do to her was loud enough for one of the women in front of me to casually turn around and provide an pretty obvious look of disapproval. As disturbing as it was, I actually found the situation kind of hilarious. The couple, members of this woman's own generation, were making her look bad. She probably should've given them a stern talking to.

A Sign From the Midterm Gods

I needed to study last-minute for my BIS 101 midterm yesterday, so I decided to go to the library. Makes sense right? I mean, what better place to study whilst on campus then good ol' Peter J. Shields? Anyways, I got up to the front entrance, and there was a ton of people standing outside, almost like the National Anthem was being played or something. Needless to say, there was a weird vibe going round. I decided to investigate. What I found out was that, for some reason or another (my investigation wasn't very thorough) the library was closed. Maybe there was a bomb threat. Maybe some kid was going crazy and pushing down aisles of books as he ripped out his hair and stabbed his chemistry book. I dunno. All I know is that there was a man with a reflector vest and a megaphone and a walkie talkie guarding the entrance saying "None shall pass!" like Gandalf in Lord of the Rings. So I went somewhere else to study for a bit.

Weird That Ogle Only Has One "G"?

I was biking through the parking lot by the tennis courts today, and there was this guy riding toward me from the opposite direction. I saw him staring at me, and then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a car I had just passed start backing out of its space (on creepy biker's side of the rows of cars). I continue forward and see this guys head turning in my direction, not even caring that I am fully aware of his neck craning. At this point, I just laugh because I know that he's about to have to dodge the car in front of him. I turn around and see him just barely miss the left bumper of the car. I wonder if I would've stopped if he had actually run into it.

Knick Knack Paddy Whack, Shannon Ate A Bone

I swallowed a chicken bone at dinner tonight. It was a small, sharp, dagger of a bone, and it got stuck in my throat for a little bit (kind of like a toothpick sideways in your cheeks). I was able to breathe and everything, but even after I got the bone down it felt like there was something there. I think it's just residual pain. Luckily, the people around me assured me that they would've been able to perform the heimlich maneuver if it had come to that. Next time I'll be sure to sift through my chicken before just goin' at it.

Close Call

So I'm biking to my UWP class in Wellman (coming from the dorms after a glorious nap) and I approach the spot where you turn to go behind Wellman. Then follows this sequence of events:
1. I stick my left arm out to show the one biker coming toward me that I'm about to turn.
2. A bike cop who came out of NOWHERE was suddenly riding alongside me and asked, "So what are you about to do here?"
3. I keep my left arm out and instead of turning right away, I get to the crosswalk part and make a sharp left after the V of bumps. Mind you, I was unaware that this was the proper way to turn because EVERYONE turns before the V of bumps.
4. The cop expresses approval and says, "You're the first person I've seen to do that correctly!"
5. He hands me an envelope containing a $7 gift certificate to on-campus food places!
I think the best part of it was that I was definitely about to go the illegal way and then somehow made the right decision when the cop spoke to me.

I Can't Believe What I Have to Learn Sometimes

I learned this from my Sports Psychology textbook today: "Thus, to be heterosexual is to be sexually attracted to members of the opposite sex, while to be homosexual is to be sexually attracted to members of the same sex."

That's amazing. Thank you college! I never knew...

Architect, I Would LIke a Burger Please

Last night, Jason and I were watching 'Man vs Food', and it happened to be the episode where the man has to eat a 12 pound burger and fries. It looked so delicious! I had just got home from work and was starving, and watching that show makes Jason and I hungry even if we just ate, so we proceeded to do the only thing we could do- drive to In-N-Out and purchase a couple of 4x4's and fries. The burger was amazing, the fries were plentiful, and, it wasn't even very difficult to finish. Yum yum yum yum

Phones and Driving Don't Mix

Today as I was driving home from picking up some fast food, an impatient driver decides that the speed limit is too slow and decides to blow past me. I didn't think much of it except in a few seconds I start to catch up with him again. I soon find that I'm going slower than I was before. Of course as I look closely I see a bright blue screen up by this guys face.

First Day Of School

My day got off to a good start; after the teacher in my first class introduced himself as the teacher for biochem, the first words I hear from some girl behind me are, "Uh-oh, I'm gonna go outside and figure out where my class actually is." I was in Chem 194 which is a pretty unmistakable building so I'm not sure where she got mixed up. You know what she must have been looking for the other Chem 194 building... Anyways it made my day further to see that there was about thirty people or so sitting around in the shade watching the bike circles hoping to see some freshman crash on their bikes. I didn't have time to sit and watch myself but I'm sure they weren't disappointed. Heck it's the reason that football players aren't allowed to bike during the first week of class.

Welcome Back to School

First day of class, here we go. My Bio professor looks like Dr. Hammond from Jurassic Park, but sounds like Rex from Toy Story. On the bus ride home a gay couple sat next to me snuggling and holding hands, and when I got off the bus I saw a midget walking a dog that was bigger than they were. BINGO! I win. Welcome back to college.

But We Didn't Know!

Tonight was my very first night on-call! AND, coincidentally, my very first documentation! big news, i know. It's okay to be jealous.

You Should Stop And Ask For Directions

Yesterday, Kyle, Jason, and I finished the world's largest corn maze in the world! Besides the fact that it was pretty muddy and destroyed our shoes, it was really fun. Maybe it was the heat, or the fact that we were in the maze for nearly two hours, but the maze transforms you into a different person (if you know what I mean). Even with a map it wasn't all that easy to know where you're going. We tried to go as far as we could without the map and we ended back at the beginning three times. You think you have a good sense of direction, but you can toss that right out the window when all the walls and paths look the same.

Duhmb Move

The other day David got a parking ticket from TAPS in the Arc parking lot because he purchased a parking pass, but put it upside down on the dashboard. Hehehehe

Spill Carpet

So apparently it was 'spill night' the other day when some of us were hanging out watching a movie. First off, HP6 didn't work in the dvd player, so that was some bad karma. Then, at separate times throughout the night, 4 of us found a way to spill a beverage near us. David spilled his water, then later spilled his Dr. Pepper. Asha spilled a drink and I knocked over Jason's water at the end of the movie. Way to go, guys. Luckily, not much harm was afflicted on the carpet.

I'm Back!

Well it's been a few weeks since I've been able to see this place. My computer broke and had to get a new one so I have been left out of out of the loop of this blog thing. Don't worry I read all the stories and comments so now I feel part of the group again. Other than that not much has happened. We've moved in and got internet up and running (like 5 minutes ago), but it's good to be back in Davis again.

This Is Just The Beginning

From this point forward, basically all of my posts are going to be about being an RA. Woo hoo! Haha just now as I was typing that, some drunk guys walked past my building and the sliding door to my balcony was open so I could hear them loud and clear. I was fully prepared to yell, "HEY, don't touch my (fucking) car!" if they got anywhere near it.. especially after that dent I found from some stupid kid climbing on it last year. Drunks. Sheesh. Anyway, training is just peachy! I'm also getting reacquainted with DC food.. not sure whether that's a good or bad thing. Now I need to go practice for my CD meetings. Yay acronyms!

Hypocritical Momentum

So I saw a cop driving today and TALKING ON HIS CELL PHONE! I'm sorry sir, but that is a moving violation and a $500 ticket. Better luck next time. Oh wait, apparently that only applies to us civilians. I forgot the po-po are above the law and can run red lights, do cocaine and smoke all the marijuana they confiscate. Maybe I should be a policeman.

I Tried to Be a Badass

This is another excerpt from the concert. As you know I wasn't allowed in, but that didn't stop me from trying to get in and see the band anyways. I found a secret way through the main fence; it was the paramedics entrance. I almost squeezed through the port-a-potties, I almost climbed the bleachers. Almost. However, on one side, there was an opening between some bleachers from which I could see the concert pretty well, considering I was banned. I stood there in the shadows, thinking I found a way to surpass the system.

It all went well for a few songs, but then some snobby, big-mouthed bitch with a clipboard and a flash light came over to me. She asked if I had a ticket. I said yes. I then explained that I couldn't get in since I wasn't 21, even though I had a ticket, and thought that it would be okay to watch from there since I definitely couldn't get any alcohol from where I was (there was a barrier separating it from the main seating area).

"You have to get out" she replied. Just like that. And there I was expecting to MAYBE get some compassion or understanding. I told her that I wasn't hurting anyone from where I was, and that there was no other way for me to see the concert. "You have to get out" she repeated, so mean and big-mouthed. I pleaded my case again. Then she said that the area was reserved for paramedics and they needed the area clear.

YOU THINK I WOULDN'T MOVE?!!? I mean she was probably right, since normally when I see cars I stand in front of them, especially ones with flashing lights and sirens. Isn't that what everybody does? I wanted to scream at her, but just shook my head left, and the chain linked gate of unfairness clanked closed behind me.

P.S. The paramedics weren't even needed- I mean, it was HUEY LEWIS for christ sake, the 50 year old guy who's music is soul blues rock. It's not like Snoop Dogg was onstage passing out heroin.

The Scarlet "U"

So I was really excited to go to a Huey Lewis & the News concert at Harrah's Rincon Casino last night. First off, I find casinos really interesting; I love the atmosphere, and watching the people at the slot machines think they have a chance. Anyways, the theater where the concert was was outside, so we picked up our tickets and headed over there. However, upon looking at the tickets, I saw that it said "21 and Over" on it- the three worst words to my ears (for another 6 months).

My dad and I were mad, mostly because we scoured the website and it said nothing about age restrictions. So I decided to try to lie my way through. It almost worked, but my dad kinda gave it away and I didn't have an ID anyways. My dad even talked to the 'event coordinator' lady, and there was nothing they could do. I wasn't allowed in. I felt it rather lame that just because they served alcohol inside I wasn't allowed to see the concert. And I wasn't the only one- it happened to a few other kids who were also 20.

But honestly, it's just their laziness that doesn't let me in. I didn't go there to drink alcohol, I went there to see a concert. Give me a big damn shirt that says 'Underage' or a freakin' bright neon yellow hat, some colored wrist bands, tie my hands behind my back- something! It seems a waste to restrict people from enjoying a band like that when they could just make the people selling the drinks check ID's instead. I know Huey Lewis and the News have been selling records for over 30 years, but that doesn't mean all of their fans are old farts who wanted to get wasted.

No More Free Movies :(

Today was my last day at Regal! At least for a while.. I might return winter quarter. We shall see. Anyway, I cashed in my employee points! Yay for food coupons :) I used one of them to get a free pizza from round table for my coworkers and I in celebration of my departure, but I still have a few others. Now I get to devote all my energy to packing and cleaning....... yayyyyy.

Ear It Is

Why do flies always attack your ears? It seems to me that they are always trying to get inside your ears more than anywhere else. What are they trying to find in there? Refuge? Some wax? Or maybe they realize how annoying it is for us to here a little buzz get louder and louder until it stops with a little tickle inside your ear- best. feeling. ever.

I Hope He Lost a Bet

I was at the beach today when a man with TRAMP STAMP tattoo on his lower back walked by. I have so many questions... the first of which being: Why???

Yes, We Engineered Her With These Skills

I was waltzing through Costco today when the joyful sounds of a piano began to echo in my eardrum. They had several on display, and as my dad and I came closer to the source, we saw the person responsible for the pleasant, yet slightly complex, melody- it was a tiny 8 year old Asian girl, with her parents standing smugly a few feet away. Not surprising at all.

Climbing up the Irvine

Went up to Irvine to visit a few friends the last day and a half. We went to a beach then visited the campus. It was nice, but I think I like Davis better. There were too many restrictions on where you could bike and far too many hills. And everyone is Asian, if you weren't aware.

Aqua Stung

Today I was washing some windows for my grandparents and the garden hose decided to pick a fight with me.

I held the inactive and coiled-up hose lightly in my right hand and turned the knob a tad to the lefty loosey side, expecting an average amount of water to begin pouring out. Instead, the hose began writhing around like a snake, immediately blasting some hot water into my face, slipping out of my hand, and going crazy. I couldn't escape; water soaking me in random spots as I tried desperately to get away from its fury. I eventually broke free, but alas, my iPod headphones didn't make it. Poor guys, they got ripped from their comfortable connection and left behind amidst the angry demon. I hated that thing. I had to save them.

In a move of immense bravery, I maneuvered amongst the blows of the hose to reach the headphones. I lifted them from their watery grave, droplets still raining down upon me. Then I reached the knob, the life-force of the hose, and turned it righty-tighty as hard as I could, ensuring it would no longer wreak its hydro-havoc on me ever again.

I gathered myself, dried off a bit, then tamed that damn hose in order to finish washing those cursed windows.

"Dormicile" - Kyle Green

I finally found out where I'll be living next year!!!!! Right down the hall from Kenny!!!!! HOW COOL IS THAT?! Castilian North. Transfer dorms. That's where it's at.

Sailing Prices

Certain things in Hawaii are so expensive! I mean, it makes sense since everything has to be imported, but still. The average price for a gallon of milk is $5.00, gas is about $3.80 a gallon and everything else is a dollar or two more than what we're used to on the mainland. One cool thing I noticed, though, is that they have Robert Mondavi wine in most of the stores around here.

Not Even Once

Apparently the island of Hawaii has a lot of trouble with methamphetamine addiction- I've seen a ton of anti-meth commercials. They're very similar to the "Above the Influence" ones and the slogan says "Meth- Not Even Once." I always thought steering clear of meth was kinda self-explanatory, but I guess it's not. Surprisingly, I've yet to see any cocaine, acid or heroin commercials.

Desert Paradise?

The water in Hawaii is so blue! And there are sea turtles everywhere, which is awesome; I swear I saw Crush and Squirt the other day. But one thing that you may or may not know about the Big Island in Hawaii (I certainly did not) is that it is mostly lava. Yes, brown, craggly lava. Certainly not the oasis of palm trees and awesome beaches that it is stereotyped to be (although those do exist on the island in spots). Apparently, the stereotypical Hawaii is on the islands of Oahu and Maui. But back to the lava- it is everywhere! It looks kinda gross, like you are driving through the desert or something, with the huge Mt. Doom looming in the background. I guess what I'm trying to say it that it caught me off guard.

I Love My Job

I agree, David. We've been laggin' it. So this evening I was working door and my coworkers and I had begun cleaning up the concession area when this chick came up to us and said, "Hi. I think there's a girl passed out in the bathroom." I went to investigate and saw her sitting on the floor of one of the stalls. "Is everything okay in there?" I asked. She replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to get this out." She then proceeded to puke and I went to grab a cup of water for her. Water makes everything better when you're puking. So as I was giving her the cup, I thought to myself, "Thank god she made it to the bathroom." I decided to leave her alone because I wasn't going to do much good standing outside the stall waiting for her. Besides, I still had a few theater checks I needed to do. I grabbed the awesome lightsaber thing (or flashlight. whatever.) and my clipboard and headed down the hall. I opened the door to Auditorium 3, rounded the corner, and BAM. Vomit. A nice, wide spread of it. I don't know what she ate for dinner, but the smell of it was quite pungent. So I gathered a shitload of cleaning supplies and went at it. Where's the upside to this, you ask? I got employee points for cleaning it up. I think I get to use those for stuff like free tickets.

Vacation

Wow it has been a whole week since any of us has posted... Anyways, I just got back from spending a few days at my Cousins' house in Mariposa, which is about 45 minutes outside of Yosemite. Even though I wasn't doing anything serious at home to get away from, it was nice just to take a break, do something different, and not have to worry about anything. Yosemite park was incredible! However, at night, you're never seen so many stars! Since there are practically no lights where my relatives live, it makes it great to see constellations, the milky way, and even shooting stars anytime of the year. It was great sitting in the hot tub all night watching the night sky.

Diary of a Shut-In

So I've had the blinds in my apartment closed pretty much all summer, mostly to keep it cool without having to use the air conditioner. Surprisingly, it has done an excellent job, even if the my apartment resembles a dungeon most of the time. On this particular day, I broke from tradition and opened up the blinds around 6 o'clock to let some light in. Looking around, I get the weirdest feeling... almost like my apartment is naked. I feel so exposed.

Radio or Mind Waves?

Yesterday I was driving in the car with Eshan and his sister. A song came on the radio that sounded SO familiar to all of us, but we couldn't figure out what it was. Unfortunately, no words were sung (since it was near the end) so it remains a mystery. However, during that time, Eshan's sister stated that it sounded kind of like an 'Ace of Base' song. Eshan and I agreed, and briefly sung a snippet of one of their songs. Once the mystery song ended, I pressed the 'seek' button once to find a new radio station. It found reception and a familiar tune began to echo throughout the car; it was "All That She Wants" by Ace of Base! So crazy!

Ice Cream Paint Job

Since my car is relatively old and pretty much sits in the sun all day, it needed a paint job. For those of you that don't know, my car is a dark navy blue. When I got my car back a few days ago, it was very noticeably purple! So we had to take it in again, because they admitted that the color didn't come out right. Eventually I got my car back and it looks great! There's still a little purple in it but that's only if the sun hits it just right. Which brings me to my next point; I get to have my car up in Davis this year! Woot! Yeah, i'm pretty excited about that.

Amazing Catch: The Sequel. The Catch Strikes Back

So not too long ago I wrote about an incredible catch I had while biking past a softball game. For those of you that don't recall, I was biking by a game, caught a foul ball as I biked, threw it back and continued on my way, all in one motion. Well today, against all odds, the catch has returned, though not to me. Again it was in softball, and my supervisor friend, Will, got into the 'Gator' golf cart thing to drive over to another field. As he drove away, a foul ball was hit along the first base line. He looked back, hesitated for a second, then caught the ball out of the air AS HE WAS DRIVING. He threw it back to the field amongst cheers and claps of admiration (deservedly so- it was stupendous) and continued driving away. The crazy thing was- not 10 minutes earlier I was telling him about my biking catch! How ironic.

Uh-Oh!

My Mom got a Facebook, look out! aghhh. Do your parents have Facebooks? I had to help my Mom set one up today. I think everything went way over her head.

We All Float On Alright

Spent the weekend on the river. Saturday, I floated in an innertube for several hours, helplessly caught amidst several inter-raft water fights along the way. Sunscreen would have been a good idea for my feet and legs, as they got burned quite toastily. Sunday, I stepped it up a notch and rafted me some rapids (along with a bunch of other friends) under the guidance of the lovely Outdoor Adventures. Nobody on our raft fell out, surprisingly, even if our guides made us spin in circles down some rapids. Currently, however, I am back to reality and studying, but plan to participate in many more river-based activities in the near future.

Hey Kyle How Are You? I'm Good

So living alone has finally caught up with me; I started talking to myself today, which is not a good sign.

Splat

So for any of you who haven't heard, Amber stayed with me for like a week and a half. During that time, she got hit by a car downtown outside of Crepeville. She was just walking across the street! Crazy, right? She got pretty banged up but she's healing. She went home with her mom this morning. Everyone, WATCH YOUR STEP!

Car Wash or Time Travel Machine?

I had been rather neglectful of my car's exterior the past few days, so I decided it was time to give it a bath. Like everything else at Costco, the have a cheap car-wash which you get to ride through while you're inside the car (as opposed to riding outside the car (duh)). (sidenote: I just thought I'd comment on something I'd written, and not change it kind of like a live commentary; and now I'm rambling, and now I'm back). It was my first time, so I assumed It would be cool and I'd be able to see everything as my car gets washed; however I quickly realized that the car gets covered with soap and it gets really dark and hard to see anything at all. At the very end, when the car is getting blow dried, it looks like you're going into hyper drive or something in outer space and all the stars are rushing past you when all of the water droplets are pushed off of your car.

I Need a Break

My friend Ian came to visit for the weekend, all the way from Poway. It was a few days full of extravagant activities with all my friends, including: rope swinging into a river, battling with water balloons, playing cornhole, watching movies, eating Little Caesars and being part of epic comebacks. Quality weekend.

Major Fail

(Salute!) The other day when I was helping my Dad dropping stuff off at people's houses, I did something I thought I would never do. It has become a habit recently that I lock the car door as soon as I get out of the car because I don't have an autolock feature on my key. And since it was a very quick stop I wasn't really thinking. As you guessed, I locked myself out of the car. Worst part is the car was still running when I got out. Hahaha, yeah, I laughed at myself too when I realized what I had done. I had to wait about 15 minutes sitting next to my car for my Dad to come.

No Wonder Kids are Corrupt These Days

Went to go see "Despicable Me" at midnight last night. For those of you that don't know, it is a PG rated movie with children as the targeted audience. After settling down into our seats, the previews began, like usual. However, most of us in the theater were slightly alarmed / confused when the promotions for new movies were Rated 'R' and depicted extreme violence and sexuality. I mean, I know kids these days are tainted, but come on. It showed previews for movies like: Resident Evil- Afterlife, Wall Street - Money Never Sleeps, etc. Partway through the previews, the reel stopped, and we were told to exit the theater to go to the one next-door; the reels had been switched. We passed another crowd of people in the lobby, about to enter our theater, who were equally confused as to why their previews were for kids movies; they had paid to see "Predators." The only downer to the whole thing was that the 'same seats' rule didn't apply while transferring theaters.

Day Care

So the other day, some guy decided to bring his baby to the golf course in a stroller. Apparently he thought this was a good idea. He was probably stuck with the kid that day cause his wife had the day off or something. Well my coworker was not to thrilled with this idea and refused to let him play on the course. The other guy was not too happy but decided he would just practice instead. He comes back in a few minutes and asks us if we could watch his kid in the stroller for fifteen minutes while he goes to hit some practice balls. Somehow we got stuck with the kid.

Full Day on my Plate with No Leftovers

So yesterday I was gone pretty much the ENTIRE day. I left my apartment at 7:45 am to bike to campus (I've become Kenny recently, in terms of biking to-and-from campus a lot; however, I don't ride on 'wings of love') Anyways, I worked the youth flag football camp until 'noon-thirty' then attended an organic chemistry review session from one until three, then proceeded to go to my friends apartment to study (not a,b,c) but o-chem, for about, let's say... 5 more hours. So folks, that's a grand total of 7 hours of organic chemistry in one day. WOW! Asha then picked me up from the Colleges (where I was) and we drove to Sam's house in Auburn. It was pretty fun; those are all the details you get. Well, I guess I'll tell you my dinner consisted of chips and salsa, a hot pocket and criss-cut fries - can you say healthy college student??? Haha. We stayed until midnight, then drove back to Davis; my approximate time of arrival was 1 am. WOWZER! Long, fun day. Today, however, was the complete opposite (in a way). I lounged around in the apartment all day, desperately trying to study. Trying, but not always succeeding. Thats it.

... Where Do I Go?

I am continually surprised at how many people are unaware of how movie theaters work. On many occasions, people come inside the theater, walk up to the concession stand, and say, "Yeah, we'd like two tickets for [movie title]. Thanks." At that point, I get to inform them that tickets are sold outside at the box office. I kind of thought that was the typical location.

Can I Start You Off With A Combo?

It's been a long-ass time since I've written a blog so here goes nothin'. Lets talk about work, shall we? Since that's the only big thing going on in my life at the moment. So far I've worked as a cashier at the concession stand and an usher. Concession stand is very involved and requires you to ask your coworkers copious amounts of questions. I get to interact with customers which is a good thing except when they're the type of customer who likes to change their mind. Or be impatient. Both are unwelcome in my opinion. Being an usher, on the other hand, is very simple but a lot of grunt work (and yes, the grunts are required). You tear tickets (which can be really tricky when they're in a huge stack or when you didn't make a good enough crease), perform theater checks (AKA strutting through theaters with that awesome baton thingy), and clean shit up. Like theaters, bathrooms, the lobby, lots of windows, dishes at the end of the night, etc. So far, things have been pretty dead around the G St. theater because we have movies like the karate kid and jonah hex. But on June 30th, ALL OF THAT WILL CHANGE. (ha! that sounds like the start of a good preview!) Eclipse is about to make my life and the lives of my coworkers a living hell. So that should be fun. I'll keep ya'll posted on that one. I'm sure there's going to be very noteworthy costumes, people, and conversations to gossip about. Yay!

At Least I Work in the Water...

Today was not a fun day and the weather was completely uncalled for. Early in the morning, the temperatures hovered around the mid-80s. Now that is not so bad in Davis where its dry. However in New York, where its humid, its like being in a sauna. As the day wore on, the heat continued to rise and peaked right before swim practice at 101 degrees...still humid. There was at least a 60% chance of rain all day. Safe to say, I was completely relieved to go jump in the lake at 3pm to demonstrate the butterfly.

What the Heck?! Oh Wait

I was fiddling around in the kitchen listening to my ipod play on my speakers, which were on the counter. The song ended (One Headlight, ironically enough), then the next one started. It was some song I haven't heard before, and began with the sound of a woman's voice, and no other instruments. Honestly, it scared the crap out of me, because for a second, I swore some random person was magically in my apartment.

Song Requests?

Last night when I was headed home from work, for whatever reason, I saw three different cars pass by me with only one headlight functioning. Immediately after I put on the song "One Headlight" by the Wallflowers.

Want To Hear an Oxymoron?

So, it's way too early for me to be writing this-plus I need to get ready for work. But, I'm writing this now so I can remember to do it later. Stay tuned!

WOMAN DRIVER. THAT IS AN OXYMORON!!! During my many hours of commuting to and from Davis, I have discovered the inevitable. Woman are HORRIBLE drivers. You would think that if you are driving in the fast lane and you see you are holding up a line of about 10-15 cars, you would move over and let them pass. But no. Several women in nice cars (Beamers, Mercedes, and Lexus') all insist on going 70MPH in the fast lane and allowing numerous cars to pass them.

Also, texting while driving IS dangerous! I've noticed that those drivers, both male and female, tend to slow down when they look at their phones causing those behind them to brake. They also swerve into other lanes. Dangerous. I'm just trying to get to work safely, Mr. Text While Driving.

Cart Drivers

So the other day at the golf course I work at, I noticed that there were a few ladies having trouble with their golf carts. As I was already busy with another task, I did not approach them to ask about the problem. But as I continued to watch I noticed that it was not that the golf carts weren't working properly, but that the four ladies did not know how to operate this vehicle. Apparently the large pedals that say "go" and "stop" aren't big enough clues to get them moving in the right direction (haha pun). Apparently women can't drive golf carts either.

Its All Fun and Games Until...

So although I didn't actually have a blog worthy story to tell, today I decided to take a look at everyone else's posts. Right when I logged on I thought of all you guys, obviously, and then I lost the game. Surprised I made it this far through the world cup without losing? Yeah me too.

Carpools Only Between 5AM-9AM and 3PM-7PM

Don't you hate it when you're driving on the freeway and people drive in the carpool lane that DON'T have 2 or more people in their cars? I just feel like they're cheating as I sit in traffic behind everybody else. I hate cheaters.

Harry Will Appreciate This

So whilst driving on the road in good ol' Poway today, my friend pointed to a van in a nearby parking lot. No joke, it was a straight-up recreation of the "Mystery Machine" as made famous by Shaggy, Scooby and the gang in Scooby-Doo. Perfect paint job, sitting in the parking lot in all its glory. But who knows, it could have actually been the real thing. If there is indeed a mystery in Poway, I have faith that those meddling kids and their dog will solve it.

Flippin' The Ol' Bird

Setting: Driving back from the car place in my newly fixed up car with Beck riding shotgun. We're heading back home when this old guy comes up close behind me in a jeep and starts hardcore tailgating me. I mention it to Beck (or maybe I just start talking out loud.. something like, "Oh cool. Thanks man. I love it when people tailgate me). Regardless, Beck decides it's a good idea at the next light (at which we are both turning left) to turn around and look at him while saying things like, "What, you think you're cool because you drive quickly?" No profanity of any sort.. just staring at him. She gets a little worked up sometimes. Also, keep in mind that she is 14 and he's probably in his 70s. As we're turning left, I say, "He's probably gonna speed off in the other lane." Sure enough, he goes into the other lane and starts passing us. As he does so, Beck starts cheering him on (we decided that he must be in a race of some sort and figured we'd root for him). It was at this point that he flipped my little sister off. I didn't actually see it, but Beck said he held it there for her to see. I asked her if it could've just been an accidental thing, but he even changed the angle as he drove away. Just to make sure it stayed trained on her. Further along that same road, we saw him turn into the cemetary. Perhaps he was just having a bad day, but jeez. Way to scar the little one for life.

Home Is Where The Heart Is

It makes me kind of sad to know that last summer might have been the last summer I spend at home. I absolutely love being home because although I've made a wonderful life for myself in Davis, it is severely lacking the people who made me who I am. I have so many friends here who, although I keep in touch with through technology, are not really present in my everyday life. Pedro is sort of like the small town where everyone knows everyone, but not really that small. It just seems that way because the high school principal's kid was in my mom's class and the dentist's daughter graduated my year. You know, things like that. I suppose it just makes it even more special when I get to visit.
You know, come to think of it, with the way the economy's looking, I'll probably be back in the parentals' house in no time!

Lard Enlightenment

I found out why Americans are so fat today. All I had to do was go to a fair; the food options were a perfect example. I mean, when the only items America has contributed to the culinary arts are chocolate-covered bacon and deep-fried butter, you shouldn't be surprised.

Traffic Diaries Entry #2-FAIL

When I was driving back to P-town this morning, I had a great idea, but then I forgot...so, as soon as I remmeber, don't you worry, I'll post it :)

This is the real blog, right here:
I don't understand why my grades aren't posted yet. They have to get them in 3 days after the final anyway, so they might as well post them. Pretty soon I'm going to stop caring.

OH and..I started camp yesterday. I forgot how much I hate kids. Also, there's a senior at the camp who doesn't really know how to play. Who goes to basketball camp as a senior?????? Who starts playing a new sport as a senior?

The End.

Traffic Diaries Entry #1

Since I'll be on the road a lot this Summer I feel it's only fitting to warn you all that most of my blogs will consist of driving stories.

So today I was driving home from Dixon, and of course I was in the fast lane, when all of the sudden everyone slowed down to about 65MPH. I didn't see any traffic ahead, just that one car going 65. So, of course I looked to pass the line of cars, but as soon as I checked the other lane, I saw a CHP officer ahead of me. Don't you love how when there's a cop on the road everyone has to go the speed limit? Man, if I was a cop, I'd just drive around to mess with people.

You Wish You Could

So today I was at a gas station in Chula Vista, California with my brothers and my dad; we were waiting in the car while my dad filled up the tank. A flashy wannabe Corvette-type car comes rolling up to the pumps with Akon's "I Wanna Fuck You" blasting loudly for everyone to hear. As if that wasn't funny enough, the man with a shaved head and sunglasses stepped out of his automobile to reveal that he was wearing... wait for it... CROCS! Ahahaha. Wow man- that song takes on a whole new meaning for you. And let me tell you this: you ain't gonna get any whilst wearing them Crocs.

Caution: Dangerous When Wet

Earlier, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands in the airport bathroom. After lathering, rinsing and repeating, I went to dry my hands. I go over to what I think is a hand drier, and come so close to sticking my hands into it. I thought it was one of the new high-tech blade driers, you know the ones that look really cool. Well it contained blades of other kinds. It turns out it was the biohazard waste disposal bin. You know, the one thats in doctors offices that they always put the used needles in. So yeah, I basically almost gave myself an uncountable tally of diseases. Thankfully I saw the skull and bones before I plunged into the box of death. Now do that many people shoot up cocaine before flying that they need to put a safety box in the bathroom for safe disposal? Times sure have changed.

This Is a Common Sense Announcement

You hear these words followed by a message that gives you all of the instructions required in order to get you and all of your belongings to your destination safely. It's basically a message for all of those that do stupid things like leave your child unattended or decide to bring a firearm onto the plane. For most people, this is a time that you tune out this message and think how stupid some people are that requires them to have to play this message, however for the select few that need it, listen up because you may learn something before you do something embarrassing.

Beach Shack Baby

Today I went with my dad down to La Jolla Shores and Pacific Beach. For those of you that don't know, those are basically the coolest beach towns in San Diego... they are a tourist must-see in my opinion and are basically a big reason why SD is awesome. Anyways, driving past all the little surf shops and Mexican food restaurants was so cool to me. It would be the greatest summer in the world to rent a little place near the beach with some friends and spend the summer hitting the beach and the bars. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that, there are a million AWESOME bars in P.B. We then went to this Mexican restaurant in Old Town that apparently has been there forever. There was a great bartender named Joe who seemed so cool (and reminded me how much I wanna be a bartender), a balloon guy making swords and stuff for random kids, and pretty girls walking around passing out light-up shot glasses; however, I didn't get one :(

Summer Fashion

The Arc was pretty busy today because today is graduation for many seniors at UC Davis, so it was natural to see lots of people in caps and gowns. However when driving out of the parking lot, Harry and I saw a student wearing his gown while riding a mo-ped. Fortunately he was wearing his helmet too but normally you put the gown over your formal clothes right before you get to the ceremony. Maybe he was in a hurry but it was pretty funny to see his coattails blowing in the wind behind him.

People of Walmart

So today I had to go to Target to pick up a couple things. Now usually, Walmart is the store with the weird people, but today I saw something amazing. As I strolled into the store I noticed a woman in a wheelchair. Clearly, I moved to get out of her way, but as she wheeled by me, I noticed no physical injuries, however she was EXTREMELY obese. I really hope her husband wasn't wheeling her around because she was too big to walk. Walking is exercise, ya know?

On a side note, I hope everyone is enjoying their first couple days of summer!!

Even Though It's on a Couch

Today I slept in until 11:30... helllooooo summer!

Excuse Me, That's A Really Nice Car

If you drive a car worth over 60,000 dollars, you should be driving faster than 65mph in the fast lane. Just sayin....

Airport Eyes

An airport is one of the greatest places to people-watch; there are so many interesting characters if you just look around. I like to imagine their life stories. There were a lot of interesting ones today, but too many to tell about. However, there was the mother talking to her lesbian daughter (dressed totally like a boy--not surprised) asking her if she has any new girlfriends yet. It wasn't just that, the mom was being way too 'best friend' to her daughter, not like a parent. I always think that's kinda weird.

Stopping Traffic

Today was the first time that I actually ran to catch a leaving bus. I've ran to the bus stop before, but the bus had never started to pull away from the curb. Not this time! At 7:09 this morning, the doors to the Q-line closed and I kicked it into high gear. I felt so great when I saw the bus lurch back as the driver hit the breaks. As I walked onto the bus I flashed my ID, thanked the driver, and went to my seat feeling extremely accomplished.

Awake in Dream Land

Harry just woke up from a nap, sat down at the table and asked me what beach everyone just went to, then went back to his room. Don't blame him for being crazy, he just wrote over 20 pages worth of essays in the last few days.

The Story of Finals, Persecution and Mario

Once upon a time, last SATURDAY was my Biology final. *Sidenote* Saturday finals should be illegal; why the hell would somebody make us take a test on a Saturday when we haven't had school on Saturdays ever?!? Heck, they don't have finals on Sundays, so why Saturday? Anyways, I showed up early, but as 8 am approached (hooray for getting up early) *Other Sidenote: 8 am finals should be illegal too* the doors to the lecture hall remained locked. Weird right? I guess even janitors think 8 am Saturday finals are silly.

So all the students, the TA's, and even my Professor, Kosher Power Plant Lady, crowded around wondering why no one was coming to unlock the doors. I cracked a few jokes with fellow classmates as we waited, until a female TA spoke up. She said (and I quote), "Does anybody here know how to pick a lock?... I'm serious." I thought that was funny enough, but some shady looking kid with black hair and a scruffy beard half-raised his hand and replied hesitantly, "I kinda do... What kind of lock is it?" Oh my god. It seriously made my day. But wait, there's more.

As the master lock-smith kid shuffled to the front of the crowd (Not really a master because he failed to get it open. Granted, he was using a paper clip), the female TA said, "Don't worry, you won't get persecuted." She said persecuted, not prosecuted- it's a big difference. According to her lacking grammar skills, she was afraid we would rise up against that kid and burn him at the stake or something for unlocking the lecture hall so we could take our final. I guess it's a good thing biology doesn't really require english...

So like I said, the shady kid failed at unlocking the room. I say 'shady' because since when is being able to pick a lock a respectable skill? I'm pretty sure you can't really develop that skill with positive intentions. Well, we waited for about 20 minutes for a maintenance guy to show up, and I gotta say, this guy looked like the real-life Mario with a shaved mustache. He had the entire get up- overalls, red shirt, a hat and a scruffy plumber-like appearance. Priceless. He was our savior; he granted us permission to go inside and take a final. Thanks, Mario.

Just Like Good 'ol Times

Today, after my ochem review session, it felt just like old times in high school. Since I don't have a car up in Davis and I never get to drive to class anymore, it was a good feeling seeing everyone rush to the parking lot to get into their cars and make a line to exit. It was just like every other day as 6th period ended and everyone blared their music and tried to leave as quickly as possible. I don't know how to use the word "nostalgia" but I felt it... I think.

Technical Difficulties

I don't know why my last post is a weird font...

Make a Desk, Part 2

Earlier in the year, Kyle wrote a blog on how he made a desk in his room to avoid enemy fire. Well today I witnessed someone make a desk, but I'm not quite sure what he was avoiding. As we were getting ready to take our 8 am European History final, this one guy walks into the lecture hall and goes to sit in the front row of Giedt 1002. Now in the Giedt lecture halls, there are two tables at the front of the room and they are pretty large tables. One is for the professor to lecture from, and the other is in case the professor feels the need to walk back and fourth between the two like those duck shooting games at carnivals. Anyway, after that guy sits down, he slides up his desk and must have thought to himself, "well this isn't gonna do." So he proceeds to walk over to the second table and drags it over to his seat in the front row. He then took the exam, as everyone else did, on a desk much higher than his original desk, but also on a desk that blocked him and his neighbors in their seats. Nice job dude.

THURSDAY, HURRY UP.

No, I'm not talking about the end of Spring Quarter. I think we really take vision for granted. As most of you know, I have been sentenced to wearing my glasses for a week. My glasses are not up to date with my current prescription, so everything is blurry out of my right eye. Ordinarily, I'd just go put my contacts in, right? WRONG. I can't. So, everything I see is blurry, and until you experience this annoyance, you'll never understand it's extent. THURSDAY COULD NOT COME SOONER. For once, I'm not counting down til the end of school, but rather when I'll be able to see clearly again.

Traffic Court

I think my bus driver ran a red light today. It wasn't like we sped into on coming traffic, but it was still bad. He must have thought he was going to make the yellow, but the light turned red just before we crossed into the intersection. Tisk, tisk, tisk. Don't think I'll get on a bus with that guy again.

Formal Wear

So I had an interview the other day which required that I wear a collared shirt with tie... the whole shabang. Pretty standard stuff except I was just thinking, what makes a tie formal. I mean it's this piece of colored cloth that hangs tightly around your neck, or who came up with the idea for a tie and decided that it would make you look fancy?

Yeah I Understand, I Feel Combobulated

Overheard on a COLLEGE campus: "What does discombobulated mean? Have I been using it in the wrong context this whole time and nobody bothered to tell me!?"

...And here I am thinking that discombobulated was a pretty self-explanatory word. Heck, just saying it makes me think of confusing things.

Don't Quit Your Day Job

This must be documented! Yesterday I received 1. my first cashier's check and 2. my first counterfeit check. AWESOME! Basically this guy was trying to scam me but I totally saw through all his bullshit. WATCH OUT SCAMMERS! I'M ON TO YOU! And I don't appreciate your work.

Not Learning on Purpose

Today was the last real day of lectures for me, and I made the most of it by taking zero notes! That's right, people, none. I honestly TRIED to pay attention, but couldn't. Lectures can just be so damn boring sometimes, especially when you're fed up with the professors and the end of the quarter is in sight. So instead I doodled where my notes should have been in one class, and left the page blank and zoned out in the other. Time well spent, in my opinion, because from now on I am forever rid of Kosher Power Plant Lady, "Bawdy" Professor and Unfunny Stupid Joke Man. Finally.

Gut Feelings

Yesterday I had two history papers due and a psychology midterm. Granted, I didn't sleep on Sunday or Monday night. I got everything done and I survived Tuesday...until nap time. So many people had told me that I should take a nap when I got home. To everyone who told me, I responded with "Oh I have the astronomy final tonight and I have to be there at 8:15. If I sleep then I won't wake up, which can't happen." I should have followed my own advice. At approximately 5:00, I lay down to take the dreaded nap. I had set my alarm for 6:30 and I did wake up then. Jaclyn came in and I talked to her for a bit. I should have gotten up then...but I didn't. I quickly slipped back in to unconsciousness and dreamt away. Apparently, all of the other TAs had called me wondering where I was. So thats three calls and two texts that I slept through...and my phone wasn't on silent either. Well, all in all, I didn't wake up until 9:20. Ooops.

Wet Dreams Much

Have you ever woken up and had to pee sooooo badly that you thank God you didn't just piss yourself in your sleep? I mean, sometimes it can feel like you were seconds away from bursting your bladder, and one little dream about a toilet could have ruined your sheets, your day and your pride. What a relief...

Oh My Gosh... Guys...

We went to Bodega Bay over the weekend, and it was really fun. Especially the part where I drew people's faces on Harry's surprise going away balloons and popped them. Oh and dude... we totally didn't forget the carnitas this time.

Fruit Punch

Today I had an apple that tasted like grape cough syrup. No I was not drunk, and Rebecca can verify it (both the fact that I was sober and that my apple tasted like triaminic). It was really weird, but Eshan told me it was because basically their skins are very similar. Still, I got quite confused with all of the science talk. Even so, I still tried to catch on as I chomped away at the piece of fruit going through an identity crisis.

Go On! You Deserve It!

Sometimes it's nice to do things just for yourself. Example: I took myself to the Band of Horses concert this evening and it was awesome! I hadn't planned on going with anyone, but I ran into some people from classes last year and it ended up being a really good time. I think even if I knew nobody at all, I would still have thoroughly enjoyed the music. Now if I could just get me back to my place...

Never Ending Linens

David's dresser = Mary Poppins' magic suitcase. No matter how crammed full his laundry hamper gets (like 4 loads worth), he still manages to wear clean clothes. Way to dress to impress with less, Dave.

sef relzation

Life never ceases to amaze me. I have no idea where my life is going, or where it will end up. I always wonder if there is a reason behind everything that happens. After much soul-searching, I have come to the conclusion that the best path is to live every moment. It means more than you might think. I mean actually being happy no matter what you're doing, because you usually have something to be happy about if you really look at the situation. Also, life seems to be a lot more fun if you live for the moment, instead of living for the future or wishing you were somewhere else...

It's going to be tough, but that's my goal from now on and I thought I would post about it. The End.

The Puff Daddy Evolution

So we all know Sean Combs. Well maybe not the name, but you definitely know who he is. While he did go by that name at the beginning of his career, it soon became Puff Daddy. But that grew old quickly, so it became P. Diddy. No wait Diddy. No wait...Sean John?? This guy must be going through an identity crisis because he can't seem to keep his name straight. Anyway, one student in my World Civ class has dragged me through the same name changing process. On day one of this internship way back in January, Mr. Reilly introduced me to the class as Mr. Shontz. That name lasted about five minutes and I was Harry as I walked out of the first class. Harry stuck, go figure, for a few weeks until one student David called me H-Dog (it may be dawg, I'll have to check the spelling). But it was my nickname on the swim team back home so I responded without thinking, and that name stuck for even longer. This week an new name surfaced when David, yet again, called out YO H! Now my bio teacher, and the whole class, senior year called me this so once again I responded without thinking and it has lasted for the past few days. If David tries to add a new one to the list I'll probably end up telling him my first name is, ironically, David as well and that the name changer has the same name as the changee. Either way I have been reduced to one letter. Don't really think I can go any further so try and beat that Sean Combs.

Professor Props

So as the end of the quarter draws to a close, the ritual of filling out instructor evaluations begins. Today, in US History, we filled out the red tape bureaucratic form for Professor Rauchway even though we still have two days left. Regardless, after we turned in the forms our professor gave the traditional post-evaluation speech but with a twist. He thanked the class for putting up with him, especially because he had just undergone heart surgery two weeks before the quarter began. Now this is my third and final class with this professor, and I did not notice any change between awesome lectures on World War II last winter and his awesome lectures on the Gilded Age this spring. Props Professor Rauchway, twas an awesome quarter.

OkayHereWeGo

I think it's about time I made a post on this blog (which is getting better by the way). < that was an inside joke from the "How I Met Your Mother" finale yesterday in case you didn't get it. Well now, so much to say, so little space. We had an awesome weekend full of random things, like getting 2nd place a wiffleball tourney (and only getting beaned a couple times... yay!), going to a luau party thingymajig, having a bbq in poor weather conditions and chillin' maxin' relaxin' all cool with my buddies. Oh, and enjoying the sunny Sunday weather. Then LOST. I'm sad it's over. Okay that's it for now... you probably already knew all of that, but hey, our future selves might forget and that's why I'm reminding them now. Just wait and see.

What Did They Witness?

I was putting in my contacts a little while ago and heard knocking at the front door. I knew Danielle and Derek were in the front room because we had all been working on homework out there together, so I didn't make any effort to get the door. So then I heard Danielle shout, "COME IN!" and nobody came in. I walked down the hallway to see what strangers we had once again invited into our home and saw Derek reluctantly get up and open the door to find..... JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES! I just think it's funny because they're so anxious to talk to you all the time that I would've thought they'd gladly come inside to start telling us all about where that ever-elusive God is and how to find him (or her.. yay diversity!). It was also funny to see how Derek handles visitors such as these. We really need to be more careful about telling people to let themselves in.

Stay Classy (and Cold), Davis!

It rained yesterday, even though my "Kenny Forecast" said it wouldn't. I was shocked, surprised, bewildered. The funny thing is that I biked by him on campus as it was raining and threw my arms up in puzzlement, with a smirk on my face. He proceeded to say, "Sorry about this rain..." as we sped by each other. It was quite ironic because, only about 5 minutes sooner, I was commenting to my friends about how I was mis-told the weather. The good news is: I survived! It wasn't that big of a deal, mostly because it wasn't cold rain. Still, I was prepared for the worst in shorts and a t-shirt. So I guess you could say I'm in denial.

Can You Hear Me Now? Good.

Imagine if texting was invented before phone calls. When the phone call was invented, people would probably be like, "OH MY GOSH! This is so cool....I can hear their voice!!"

Rockin The CD player

After the invention of the iPod, I thought I had seen the last CD player. However, on the bus the other day I saw a guy rockin out to some jams on his compact disc rotator. He pulled that huge thing out of his jean pocket, which I don't know how it fit in there. You know, mp3 players are pretty cheap now-a-days and I don't remember when the last time I bought a CD (I do remember but that's not the point), but I think it's about time to upgrade. In fact, he probably paid for enough batteries by now to keep that thing pumping to buy himself a new nano.

Drugs, Furniture, Bombs and Turtles

Today in high school, yes I'm back in high school, we talked about the culture of the Cold War Era, as seen in Billy Joel's We Didn't Start the Fire. Of course, one of the main topics of discussion was Woodstock (the hippiefest, not the pizza). First off, the New York jokes began. Which I don't understand how that happened, cause Mr. Reilly is from Boston. Go figure. Anyway, he then began to tell the story about his brother's adventures to Woodstock...

Mr. Reilly: My brother and his friends loaded up a giant U-Haul truck and drove to New York for the festival. In the back of the truck they had couches and other stuff...if you know what I mean...

Girl in Class: Yeah of course Mr Reilly. Couches and tables.

Also, we watched Duck and Cover. There was a turtle by the name of Bert, and Bert the Turtle was very alert, when danger threatened him he never got hurt, cause he knew just what to do! Duck...and Cover. Duck...and Cover!!

Bunsen Burned

Worst experience in chemistry lab ever. Some demon of bad luck seemed to be against my lab partner and I, as we practically messed up every other step of the procedure. Here's the cliff notes: We first made the wrong amount of solution and had to remake it all (which included re-weighing out some more solid to dilute in it). We had to make a boiling water bath for one of the flasks, but it took us about 4 tries to get an amount of water that worked (in terms of being able to hold the flask properly). After boiling the solution for 10 minutes, I took it out of the boiling beaker and proceeded to spill almost all of it on the lab bench, forcing us to remake it again. Later, we had to record wavelength absorbance at a bunch of different wavelengths; we got halfway through Part 1 before realizing we forgot to dilute the solution we were analyzing and had to start that part over. Then while putting some mixture into test tubes, an empty one rolled off the counter and shattered. And finally, while doing the last part of the lab, we dumped out some of the solution into a waste container too soon, and realized right afterwards that we still needed it for a couple more measurements, but it was gone forever. Thank God the we didn't make the room explode or something. Sheesh.

Brushing

Ok this is kinda random and weird but have you ever had your nose completely plugged while you were brushing your teeth? It's really frustrating as you try breathe in but you already have a mouthful of foaming bubbles all over your teeth and gums which really gets in the way of oxygen particles getting to your lungs. You have to try really hard to get just a little breathe. This was really bothering me last night before I went to bed. If you don't know what this feels like try holding your nose and brushing your teeth. Or you could try brushing your teeth with your other hand, that's pretty awkward too...

Updated Prayer Technology

This girl a row in front of me in class today got a text message from Jesus. I wasn't aware he sent texts nowadays.

Damn Red Shells

The other day, I was biking around campus holding the peel of a banana I had just finished and totally felt like I was in Mario Kart, armed and ready (although everybody knows bananas are the worst item... guess I was in first place). I had to resist the urge to drop the peel right in front of somebody's bike and speed ahead of them laughing.

Follow Your Nose!

Harry and I visited the Yolo Fruit Stand today! Their bananas (that took me a while to type.. nanananas) were 49 cents a pound and then I also got some strawberries (or strawbabies, as I sometimes like to call them.. they're just so cute) and some mangos for Jaclyn. There's a bunch of other tasty fruits, veggies, nuts, etc. so if you're looking to eat a little more healthily, I suggest high-tailin' it to the Fruit Stand.

All Part of the Festivities

The problem with prostituting yourself out for free hugs (or in my case, Organic Hugs) at a Hippie Festival is that you have to deal with some awkward situations. Situation #1: Some people are just bad huggers. There are the people that are too far away from you, and think that a hug is all in the arms. Everyone should know that a hug requires more than that. Other people break away too soon, and others hold the hug for a bit too long. Then there are the people that won't let you go when you try to break away. Hugging is a science, people, get it right. Situation #2: Girls with arm-pit hair. Luckily, I didn't have to deal with any of that this year. Situation #3: Smelly people. By the end of the day, I probably smelled like 50 different Whole Earth Festival-ers. Situation #4: The group of friends that shoves their friend towards me, daring them to give me a hug. I'm not that scary am I? Situation #5: The Creeper. This is the guy (it's always a guy who thinks he's being funny, or he's a closet queer, either one) who decides to feel me up when I'm giving him his hug. I mean rubbing his hands all down my backside. Sorry buddy, that's off-limits. And you aren't funny, even if your lame-O friends laugh. Situation #6: The Ultimate Hippie. Yes, you heard me, The Ultimate Hippie (he even gets his 'name' all capitalized). This is the guy who wears a tie-dye shirt, skirt, Jesus sandals, sports a long gray beard, purple circular glasses, Bob Marley cap and... the piece de resistance... a giant conch that is bigger than his face. If you run in to this guy and give him an Organic Hug (or probably any attention for that matter) he will proceed to thank you by blowing his conch shell right next to your stomach for a good thirty seconds, no exaggeration. I couldn't tell if it was awesome or awkward, but it was probably both at the same time.

Callin' Me Out

I decided to leave chemistry class early today in order to study for my biology midterm later that day. However, I forgot that I have a sarcastic, thinks-he's-funny chemistry professor. So, about 10 minutes in, I get up and leave. While I'm lunging up the aisle I hear him say to the class, "So I was that boring so quickly, huh?" I smile and shake my head because I know everyone is looking at me, but I definitely don't stop. I KNEW he would say something, I just knew it. And it still wasn't funny. And yes, he was that boring.

I See Right Through You

When you encounter someone walking toward you and they happen to be in the way, DON'T MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH THEM. You are much less likely to do the awkward we-both-decided-to-go-the-same-way-at-the-same-time dance if you look past them in the direction that you're heading. I don't know why it works but it does.

Good (?) Morning

Does anyone else have trouble making friends in their first class of the day?? I always do. Mostly because 1) I never want to be there and 2) I just don't talk to people when I'm still waking up. Ordinarily, I'm pretty good at striking up a conversation, and making an in-class friend. However, I always struggle with the first class of the day. Amazingly, today I finally made a friend. It only took 7 weeks. No big deal.

ATTN: SHANNON MILLER

Do you have a new phone yet!? I was going to text you today, but realized I couldn't! I will probably be back in Davis before you see this, but oh well :)

Organic Hugs

Today was the all natural, Whole Earth Festival; full of hippies, arts and crafts, and all sorts of bizarre. Anyways, at our second visitation to this event, the few of us went around giving hugs to complete strangers. But this time, Kyle not only gave out free hugs, but all natural and pesticide free organic hugs. This was a large improvement over the deluxe hugs from last year. The majority of people thought it was pretty hilarious and often jumped in to get a organic hug. We even saw the same gentleman giving free hugs from last year, and he just laughed as we out-did him again. Overall, this year's WEF was a great success, except now we have to think of an even better idea that organic hugs from last year which may be pretty much impossible.

Study Time is Silly Time

What I learned from watching Harry and Shannon study last night: Harry's left hand are bats and his right hand are birds. Pow! Right in the gestation. Now back to you...

Lookin' Super Cool

I was telling David on the bus today that one day I want to be able to ride the bus in a standing position WITHOUT HOLDING ON TO ANYTHING. Or maybe I should just pace from the front to the back. That would be pretty funny. I think people would be thoroughly confused.

Lookin' Like A Fool

Today, while playing ultimate frisbee, I flat out dove to block somebody from catching the disc in the end-zone. It was successful attempt (go me) but upon landing on my belly, I slid forward, but my shorts didn't go with me. Yes, I basically "pantsed" myself while diving for a frisbee. Luckily, my boxers stayed where they were.

Wait, You Go Here??

Today, I saw Kyle on campus for the first time ever. Good to know that he is actually a student here, and isn't just an actor on the Pang show...or is he?

Splappa Splappa!

To elaborate on David's post... WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS MY FRIENDS! Nobody expected us to win, yet we conquered the sun, the wind, the triple rims and some giants to become outdoor basketball 3 on 3 champs. Whoot whoot!

We Are The Champions

As of yesterday, Kyle and I are officially IM sports champions! The 3 on 3 tournament was held outside in the hot sun all day, so it was natural that we all got burned, but it was well worth it. Expect to see our pictures on the Wall of Fame in the Arc any day now. Goal Achieved

Desk Etiquette

First of all, The Spill Canvas concert was last night, and it was NOTHING short of amazing. No need to go into detail about it because I don't think words could describe how great it was anyway.

So, getting to the point of the blog. Everybody knows that when you are sitting at a desk, you are automatically given the arm rest to your right, but the left one is for the person on your left. However, the man (not boy) sitting next to me today DURING MY MIDTERM did not know these unspoken rules. Needless to say, it was irritating to take the midterm today with no arm rest, while being exhausted from an amazing night. Totally worth it though (the concert part).

Mine Is Different

Although the weather plays an important part in my post, all I was going to say is that I was one of the idiots in shorts today. Luckily I got to go home after my 9-10 class (BEFORE it started raining).

Not Gonna Lie...

I, too, was going to write a blog about the weather. However, I read the first line of both Harry's and Kyle's blogs, and stopped. So, this is my post.

Double-U Tee Eff

As it explains in the title, this blog is about weather. Today's patterns were probably the most sporadic that we've had in a while and, knock on wood, will have for a while. When I walked into European History this morning there was complete cloud cover and random bursts of downpour. After hearing a lecture on the uprisings in 1968, I left Giedt 1002 to see blue skies and sunshine. Which was nice. The nice weather continued through my hour break and up until I went into Dutton Hall to tutor European History. Inclosed inside the individual appointment room, without windows, I could not see the happenings on the sky. But while walking across the quad from tutoring to US History it started to down pour, lightning struck, and low and behold thunder cracked soon after. Being lectured on women's suffrage, not sufferage as our professor noted, I completely forgot about the wacky weather. When I left, following the trend, it had cleared up yet again. I formed the theory that history classes change the weather as I walked by the Silo to pick up my Astronomy paycheck. Well that hypothesis was quickly proved wrong as I stepped outside of the Physics building only to see extreme cloud cover and more rain. I silently cursed mother nature as I trudged to the bus stop.

Manic Depressive Weather

This weather seriously needs to take some Lithium. I mean, honestly, one day it's splendid, sunny and perfect and the next it's pouring, cold and windy with ominous clouds of death creeping overhead. It was even on the fritz today: I would walk into class with it slightly sunny and walk out in a downpour. The one time it decided to really 'open the floodgates' was the second I got out of chemistry. Good thing I was wearing the amazing waterproof combo of jeans, converse shoes and a sweatshirt; I definitely got to spend the majority of my afternoon soaked. I would like to end this post with a little chant I learned in high school, usually used at sporting events. However, I modified it to suit the occasion: HATE ON RAIN!!!!! HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE . That is all.

2 Minutes in Heaven is Better than 1 Minute in Heaven

Today, a series of events transpired on the D-Line bus that seriously made my day complete. Like the title states, it all happened in about 2 minutes. So here goes: I boarded "the D" around 6 o'clock and it began to fill up quickly. I took a seat in the front of the bus, facing sideways, and watched as all the seats were slowly taken. After every available seat was filled, a girl with a guide puppy in training (black lab... very adorable) stepped on "the D." I asked her if she would like my seat, but she politely declined; she instead stood near me at the front of the bus. A few seconds later, another girl came onto the bus, kinda cute, so I asked her, "Would you like my seat?" She kindly declined. I replied with, "Are you sure?" in a half-joking manner to lighten the mood. She again resisted and stood across from guide-puppy girl. Then two Asian girls stepped through the double doors of the bus, single file. One of the girls saw the dog sitting cutely on the floor and jumped, clutching her chest, as if she saw a giant rat. She continued to hurry past the 'beast' even after she knew it was dog, obviously frightened and trying to calm down. A couple more people walked in, then I hear a voice from a few seats back.; it was a guy sitting in one of the two-seat clumps that face forward. "Would you like my seat?" he asks some girl in the aisle, "No thanks" she says. BUT THEN: he responded with, "Are you sure?" It was said in the exact same manner and tone that I had used only a minute earlier. I couldn't believe my ears! It was like he was a contestant on "The Pick-Up Artist" and was using a new pick-up line he learned. I was weirded out of my mind. He definitely wasn't making fun of me, because he looked like the nice guy type that is usually a bit awkward around girls. But come on, man, at least wait until the next bus ride to use it. I looked at the girl I had offered my seat to, and we joked about it - how that 'line' must be the signature line used on buses or something. I explained that, according to me, I made it up... and then sat back and laughed and the overwhelming sequence of events.

Golden Tickets

Last night was one of my many nights of insomnia. At approximately 1:31 am, while I was wide awake, Kenny sat upright. He looked around the room for a little while, and then proceeded to lie back down and return to his sleep. On the grounds that I have seen him get out of bed and start to make breakfast, this seemed completely normal. I was wrong. After he finished the descent, and was lying flat on his bed, he says "you jump and hope an oompa loompa catches you on the way down."

Catch-By

Most epic thing ever happened today, and I'm gonna tell you all about it. I was biking along Hutchinson from the SciLab towards LaRue on my way home. I was nearing the softball fields next to the parking structure when I noticed some guy looking up to the sky and putting his hands out together in a catching motion. Apparently there was a foul ball from one of the softball games about to land in the street. By some miracle of perfect timing, as I was biking by, I saw the ball hit the sidewalk and bounce towards me. I reached out my left hand and caught the ball as I was biking, then threw it back to them as I continued on my way - all without stopping or maneuvering my bike in any special direction. Everybody cheered in amazement. Not to sound all conceited, but it was well deserved. Not just because I caught it, but because of how it had to be perfect timing for me to catch it. If I had taken longer to unlock my bike, for example, it never would have happened and the ball would have bounced across the street.

Fun Facts

Here are two wonderful bits of knowledge that I learned yesterday that I thought I'd share with the world:

1. From the book I have to read for US History, Murdering McKinley: "...The Chinese migration so disturbed Americans that Congress voted to stop it with the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882. Aimed at Asians..." Apparently this author is arguing that readers do not have the mental capacity to realize that the Chinese are from Asia.

2. From an intelligent conversation between two graduate students, overheard at a Rivercats baseball game: "Basically proteins are used with other stuff and are very critical to cell function." So thats what you learn in grad school...

Buffet Style

Ladies, if you ever find yourself feeling lonely or unappreciated, head on down to your friendly neighborhood night club. The men there don't care about your embarassing teeth or irregularly-shaped toes. They see one thing and one thing only. MEAT. They circle groups of girls like packs of hungry wolves eyeing their prey. Or they're perched on some nearby stairs, planning their next attack. By allowing one to dance with you, it almost makes you feel like you've prevented some form of starvation from occurring. Lets just hope none of them give you rabies.

Go Drown in an Erlenmeyer Flask

My chemistry professor, Dr. Larson, is the most sarcastic, smart-ass professor I've ever seen. He makes tons of "jokes" in class that are supposed to be funny, but in reality, are terrible, t-r-b-l terrible. The sad thing is that he thinks he is being funny. Oh and by the way... tack on "Worst Review Session Guy" to his list of accomplishments - he refused to work out problems and answered student questions in a roundabout way. Example- Student: "Can you explain what complex compound nomenclature is?" Dr. Larson's honest-to-god response: "Umm well, you have complex compounds.... and you name them. Next question." Wow dude, you suck.

Blood Drive

Today I donated blood and saved three lives! I also got paid in delicious snacks and drinks.

Whilst Whiffle Ballin the Other Day

"Weather is weather is weather. But you can still die! Do you want to die?"

Who Said It!?

"Does love last forever? No, but herpes does."

A) Asha
B) UWP1 Professor
C) Amy
D) Ancient Rome Professor

Woes with Wavering Weather

Last night for astronomy we had planned to do the oh so boring time and diurnal motion lab. Basically, the purpose is to bore the brains out of the students while hoping they learn something about the movement of the vernal and autumnal equinoxes. We did this lab because it was supposed to be cloudy and this is typically an indoor activity and procedure. Had there been clear skies, we would have as Pat said "done the moon". Regardless, we spent the three hours allotted to astronomy lab in the fifth floor hallway of the physics building. After the last student left at 11:50, we were free to go. Upon exiting the building I noticed that there was not a cloud in the sky and there hadn't been one since way earlier in the evening. This has happened almost every week for this class. Not once has the weather been nice during the day, then nice at night too. Either we plan a good lab and it gets ruined by the low visibility, or we plan a bad lab and there are suddenly clear skies! We can't win! Clouds just need to make a decision and stick to it. There should be none of this uncertainty business. In conclusion, this was sort of a round about way of saying it but, I hate clouds.

Flippin' Freedom

So the other day my pencil ran away from me. Maybe it was mad that I was making it take a quiz, or maybe it heard that black pen died in my arms the day before and it wanted to get the hell away from me. I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that I was almost done with my quiz when he escaped. I turned my pencil around to erase a mistake and it front-flipped out of my hand two rows in front of me. It was the weirdest thing. I searched for him afterward, but there was no trace of him.

Is That Seat Saved?

Although it's often polite to ask if a seat is taken, I often just sit down in any open seat on the bus as long as nobody appears to be saving it. This morning, a picked a seat on the aisle next to a young lady that didn't appear to be saving the seat. As I turned around and sat down, I see the gentlemen following me in the isle kind of look at the girl, then to me, and kind of awkwardly turn around to find a different seat right next to him. It appeared to me that he wanted to have the seat that I had just assumed. He turned around rather awkwardly at me several times through out the bus ride to see that I was still occupying that seat. Sorry dude, next time call shotgun.

Busted

I had a dream last night and I actually remembered it this morning! So here it is, for all to enjoy. Asha wanted to get booze for some girls night we had planned so she asked a friend of hers who was played by this girl that went to my high school. She was a friend of a friend, so I don't even know her name, but I think it's really interesting that she was in my dream. She turned out to be setting us up.. Like she told the cops that we were trying to get some alcohol. So when I went out to the parking lot to meet whoever it was and perform our shady little exchange, all these cops jumped out of nowhere and arrested me (doesn't really make sense because I hadn't done anything wrong at that point.. but whatever). Then the cop that was handcuffing me was really worried about whether or not they were too tight and whether I was comfortable or not. I thought that was strange. And then I think we just drove away and I looked out the window and saw the girl who ratted me out hiding behind a bush. And I think that's all I remember.

I think it'd be funny if you were having a dream in which the police yelled out, "Put your hands above your head!" and you woke up with them like that.

Also, sidenote: There was a blind gentleman on my bus this morning and he was wearing a watch. I'm curious about how that works. Maybe it makes sounds or something.

Hug It Out

Sometimes a hug makes it all better, no matter what is keepin' ya down.

Street Cred

Today, I walked out to my car to drive out to my basketball game. When I saw the right side of my car, there was a ton of bird crap on it. The only way to describe how much there was is to say that somebody squeezed a bird's intestine on my car. Yes, so before I left for the game, I went to the gas station down the street to wash it off, because I don't know about you, but I don't really respect people who drive cars with a ton of bird crap on it. The End.

'Scuse Me Can I Talk To You For A Minute?

Everybody hates those petition guys that go around asking for signatures on some obscure bill that apparently needs to be put on the ballot for election. The first thing they always ask you is, "Are you a registered voter in California?" However, today I saw a rather funny and awkward situation. As a few Middle-Eastern gentlemen (one with a turban) walked by one of the petition tables, I hear this, "Hey guys! Are you citizens of the United States?" The guys just laughed but I thought to myself, "Wow,that was racist!" I don't know about you, but I certainly wouldn't have signed his petition after that, even though I probably wouldn't have in the first place.

Lazy

As my alarm went off promptly at 9 o'clock this morning, I awoke to the same jingle as always. I continued to lay in bed and rest my eyes for a few seconds, hoping to get a few more minutes of precious sleep. However, as soon as I begin to realize that I'm falling back asleep, I rise again in terror, afraid that I snoozed in too late. Luckily it had only been about 2 minutes. However, I did not decide to get up just yet. I tried my luck again to catch a few more seconds, minutes, of extra sleep before I force myself awake. This patten continued; I snoozed probably about 9 times every 2 to 3 minutes this morning until it was almost too late. I woke abruptly with about 5 minutes to spare and dashed out the door to catch the bus a few seconds later.

Goodbye to a Friend

My black pen died today. Seeing the ink-less, carved dents of potential words on my page was a definitely a sad moment. CPR couldn't help; the paramedics weren't called. It just died silently among hundreds of people, and nobody knew. It was ceremonially buried amongst old paper friends. R.I.P. black pen, you always knew how to say exactly how I felt.

Ba doom ba doom ba doom ba doom doom doom

I was just reminiscing about our Saturday night, group drum beat solo to the Phil Collins hit, "In the Air Tonight." We were all gathered around the table with the song playing when Kevin shouted out, "Hey guys hold on real quick!" We stopped what we were doing and air-drummed Mike Tyson's 'favorite part' like a bunch of tribal monkeys. Needless to say, it was amazing.

Guchi Guchi Goo

After the astronomy meeting, as usual, I took the D line home. At the stoplight right off of 113, the bus driver took her hands off the wheel and proceeded to do the slow lorris. It was pretty exciting. Safe to say, I think, that no one was tickling her; because that would just be dangerous. I mean tickling a bus driver? Really now?

For those of you that have not seen the slow lorris (really now?)...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9f-6jygRJk

Hey Desk, Are You Gonna Put Your Timmies In the John?

Wouldn't it be weird if objects had people names and people were identified with everyday names of objects? Like they were swapped? "Hey Bag, would you mind handing me that charlie? Thanks." I mean, the toilet already has the name John claimed. Maybe everything should have an associated name.

Rain, Rain Go Away

Enough said.

EpicNight Water... I'm On a Horse

Pretty epic weekend. Finished it off this morning by drinking some Great Value EpicNight Water (Kirkland brand Vitamin Water). But seriously, it was exciting, full of meeting new people and spending quality time with friends. It included a drunk girl stumbling around in the kitchen of her house singing the theme song of "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air", a table dancing contest, a broken table (finally we get to buy a new one! However, it wasn't the same table that was danced on) and just all-around awesomeness. I look forward to many more great times.

P.S. Shannon showed me how to let out my emotions and be excited about things! I'll try my best. I thought of showing that through this post, but exclamation points after every sentence seemed a bit unnecessary.

Cloudy with a Chance of AWESOME

Today, despite the not so favorable weather, we decided to go on a picnic. So Dave, Shannon, Kyle and I packed our lunches, grabbed the volleyball...and the basketball...and the aerobie...and the iPod speakers (iPod sold separately), and went to the park in the Kingdom Far Far Away--I had just watched Shrek last night, the park was really only a few blocks over. But we got there, ate our lunch, and spent a good two hours not having fun in the sun, but fun in the overcast. A few times the sun would peek through the clouds, and that would call for a Slow Lorris impression. All in all, I'd say the day was a complete success.

Also, one week until Picnic Day! I guess this was a practice run?

BOOM POSTED

Not-So-Private Eyes Are Watching Me

So what do you do when someone is openly staring at you on the bus? I was sitting across from this girl I'd never seen before and she just kept looking at me. I kind of smiled, thinking she would look away, but she definitely didn't. I then proceeded to avert my gaze for the duration of the ride. I probably should've just turned it into a staring contest. Or a make-the-other-person-feel-super-awkward contest. That could've been entertaining.

HELLLOOO SPRING QUARTER!

Today, I went to class, got out early, bought myself a new CD, went to the gym, and then laid out by the pool and read. No, I wasn't reading for school, I was reading for fun. I proceeded to finish my book, outside at 8PM enjoying the "Summer Night" weather. Thank you Spring weather, for finally showing up. You and I are going to be great friends :)

Lay Like This Forever

Just heard some drunk people singing the lyrics to "Truly, Madly, Deeply" by Savage Garden outside my apartment. Well, I assume they were intoxicated; I won't ever know for sure. Although I can't think of situation where a group of guys would get together in the night and sing a Savage Garden song... unless they had lisps and girly voices, in which case these guys did not.

Didn't Even Open My Chem Book

Today I spent the majority of my afternoon by the pool relaxing in the sun. Day well spent? I think so.

Vertically Challenged Dictators

Today I began to tackle the daunting task of grading the homework from my world civ class. Because Davis High is currently on spring break, the teacher had a lot of homework due the day before they left for vacation. So I have to power through ninety papers by Monday. Anyway, we are currently covering the rise of Fascist dictators in Europe and one of the required questions in the book was "were Hitler and Mussolini more alike or different?" While most of the answers were about their party ideologies, one of the students responded with: "I think they were more alike. Both were Fascist leaders and both were unimpressive looking short guys."

Smiles are Contagious

Whenever Kyle's in a happy mood, I'm in a happy mood. As you know, Kyle is in a happy mood...

Let Your Light Shine Down.

I was in a good mood all day today. Maybe it was because I hit a triple in softball. Maybe it was because I finally did my laundry. Maybe it was because I made my brother a birthday card. Maybe it was because I picked up a refereeing paycheck. Maybe. But honestly, I think it was because the sun decided to shine (and it was warm). Amazing... just what I needed.

That Thing You Do

Shannon and I have officially mastered the very basic version of the East Coast Swing (dance)... sometimes.