I am back. How is it going? I have been doing good, I
went back to State College for a few days but after
hours of layovers in the Pittsburgh
International Airport I returned in all my glory. To
celebrate what did I do? the same thing I always do to
celebrate good times... I had a BBQ. Like usual the
food was good but the company was better. the evening
then turned into a screening of The Big Lebowski and
after that a roundtable discussion that focused on
many topics like Baseball, Lobotomies, USA Trivia and
odd head scratching devices.
lately I have been playing a certain video game that
has been trying to consume my life. Animal Crossing,
the most addictive game I have ever played. Even
Exacta is hooked on the game, soon we will bring you a
update on our Animal Crossing lives. Its not
like I currently have much to do so I sit down to play
then 3 hours later I realize how much time has gone
by. Its my equivalent of most peoples EverQuest.
Exacta and I decided to go checkout Michael Moore's
latest film "Bowling for Columbine." If you
are like me and like seeing gun nuts talk because they
sound ridiculous this is the movie for you. you even
get to see the worlds largest gun nut
"Moses" himself talk about guns at the
climax of the film.
and I unknowingly ventured down to Barrio Logan the
other day and didn't notice it until it was too late.
Of course following our best instincts we rolled up
the windows and pretended nothing was weird. going to
the Barrio is a interesting experience I suggest
everybody does once in their lives. however I suggest
it be done during the day. There are a lot off
good looking Mexican restaurants that I will never try
just because I don't think it would be a bright Idea.
call me the overreacting white guy but something about
being in the Barrio scares me. Any of you loyal readers
have a Barrio Story you want to share? Send it on in.
we want to hear it!
I am off to see The Rugburns!
Joke of the Week - "Brospect Street"
Playing: Guns and Roses - Dead Flowers
09/30/02 1:15:42 PM
Hey-O! This here's what we in the business call a "satellite
update." By "in the business" I mean, of course, myself. I'm sitting
outside Sequoia Hall, room 147 on the campus of the University of
California San Diego, where I'm killing time waiting for my next
class. I'm sitting on a wood bench thingy, it's backless (like my
dresses), and they put these things just far enough away from the
wall to where it's uncomfortable to try and get some support.
Instead of being hunched over and writing on my lap, I've
commandeered a desk and am using that as my writing surface. To
passerby, I must look like those bad kids in elementary school who
were forced to sit outside class when they misbehaved. I'd walk
outside my class at Cadman Elementary to get a drink (you all know
it wouldn't be to go to the bathroom, what with my rampant mistrust
of public restrooms), look down the corridor of classes, and there
would be Riley Gainer, kicking a rock around, playing with his
pencil, doing anything but working, which is how he got there in the
first place. Riley wasn't too bright. Of course, I say that based on
distant observation (and playground behavior, which I'd guess was
just a grammar school primer for those prison yards he's probably in
right now), as kids of his type didn't associate with my types in
recess. Not only were their small brains confused by such advanced
games as four-square and dodgeball, but they were an overall
nuisance to us gifted students, and seeing as we were the prized
pupils of the school we were protected like golden geese in a poor
farmer's henhouse. I just realized the sun's out now. I brought my
umbrella to class, seeing as there was a steady downpour when I got
here. Now I'm just going to look like the fool who sucks at judging
the weather. Guess I should have consulted my "how meteorologists
tell the temperature" equation I lied about in high school for a
presentation. Suck it, Mrs. Omen. You gave me 48/50 on something I
made up, I win. Shows you for giving us a retarded assignment. 'Pick
an equation and demonstrate how it's used in the real world.' How
about, I make up an equation, whip up a kickass posterboard graphic,
and try to keep a straight face while Dredub knows it's all BS and
tries to keep a straight face as well? What was I talking about? Oh
yeah, Riley. He wasn't smart.
I'm in a semi-high traffic area right now, and I'm stunned at how
many black people there are on campus. So diverse, I feel like I'm
at an overly-liberal arts college in Vermont. UCSD, #7 public school
in the country. Take THAT, Austin Peay! Apparently within 1 through
6 were Berkeley and UCLA (1 and 3 respectively) so Peter and Mark -
I hate you. Well, Mark, you're a good guy, so this is just a
moderate hate, like one might have for the IRS, or the DMV, or
books. Peter, I hate you on top of the previous, standard, continual
hate that permeates my body, soul, and eternal vision.
Damn, that was good.
Someone just used the word "boringer." Yes. As in, "was the class
better? Or was it boringer?" Simply amazing. I think that's why
we're stuck behind schools like Virginia and North Carolina, our
excessive use of FAKE FUCKING WORDS.
Arab girls, girls with...what are they called...shoals? Some of 'em,
kinda cute. Perhaps that's just my thinking though. There's a few
things they apparently go jihad for, but I don't have what they want
(jokes only one person gets = comedy
Okay, it's 9 'til, I'm off to get a seat. Stay off the pipe, kids.