Catching up With

First order of business, the last poll. You remember, the one you didn't like? The one about symbolic logic. Yeah. That one. I only got three votes. The questions was basically "not not a and b therefore:", and the answer would then be "not a and not b." Two people were way off, Megan guessed right (high-five!), and since the only person I know who went to Cal Poly is Kevin, and he is even better at symbolic logic than I, and I accidentally erased his answer, I'll assume he got it right too. Good work team!

Second order of business, I am now back in school and will be essentially ignoring you (the collective you) till about the 12th-ish of December. If you catch me during a break, or when I'm having a nervous breakdown from all the studying you very well might get me to go out and have a crazy night of shenanigans.

Third order of business, Fifty50 has some new stuff up but is slowly dying without your help! Go there! Post random crap! Do it now!

Fourth order of business, I'll be posting tons of pictures from the last days of summer very soon. You may look at them and be jealous of all the fun that was had.

Fifth order of business, go see Kindred Fall at the Roxy tomorrow (Wednesday) night at like 6:30. Or call me to ask about the time. I'll totally buy you a shot of Patron. Or maybe Cazadores. Or maybe just Sauza because that other stuff is expensive.

Sixth order of business, I have class in an hour or so, I'm going now. But first I will leave you with this:



I sincerely hope this needs no explanation.


EDIT: Here are the pictures!

Reunions, BM, Farewells, Bowling, and Goths

But not necessarily in that order.

No, wait...I lied...it will be in that order.

So my 5 year reunion came up a couple weeks ago. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to make it but a quick flight, a short drive, and I was there. I met up with my all-time best friends Jordan and Kevin and we headed over. A quick registration and we found ourselves on our old campus, in our old gym, and listening to music with lyrics such as "Let's get hyphy, stupid drunk and hyphy." Ah Bay Area rap slang. I looked around the gym and realized something:



...it was really, really empty.

A class of 250 kids and 17 showed up. Three of which were implemental in creating the event, and three of which were my friends and I. We made the best of it, ate some sandwiches, drank some punch, watched a video montage, and took off early.

The next stop? The famed Blue Monkey. Oh, you haven't heard of it? That's because you're not cool. Kevin, Jordan and I hit the BM. One Red Headed Slut, one Liquid Cocaine, one Grey Goose and redbull, and one lemon-drop shooter later and we were dancing amidst the crowds of drunken dancers. Many slightly ill-aimed photos were taken:



The next night I headed over to a farewell party for my friend Aaron. He was my goth mentor in high school, accompanied me on an awesome trip to Oregon, skipped class to eat pie from Marie Calanders, and many other memorable activities including dying our hair for a play at 2am in the supposedly locked high school theatre. The party was amazing and there were at least 5 times the number of people than at the reunion. There were farewell speeches, lots of alcohol, hookah, and some good friends:


That's me, Aaron, and John from high school. Later I ended up playing one of those cool wooden box instruments while being accompanied by a girl on guitar:



The next week was a bowling party to say goodbye to the summer. Chad, Tara, Megan, Deirdre, Kyle, and I headed over to Lynbrook Lanes. During the wait for the lane we played some video games:



There was also a Dance Dance Revolution off between Megan and I, but I won't be posting those pictures. We played three games, didn't score as high as the time I got the 198, and headed home. The rest of the night consisted of stealing chairs from the local Jr. High, taking walks and finding a fox, listening to music, and a goodnight hug to end the night:


Last night I was trying to find something to do and found a goth club that has a Sunday night gathering. I slathered on some eyeliner and headed to the club. I was surrounded by guys in more makeup than any girl I know, more trench coats than the Matrix trilogy wrapped into one, a girl in a air-filter mask, boots heavy enough to withstand the blast from a land-mine, and some of the craziest dancing I've ever been involved in. I only have one picture from preparing for the night:



All in all it's been quite the eventful summer to say the least. I start class in two days and then my free time as I know it is officially dead. Sad. I look forward to another semester, but I really look forward to another summer full of fun.

And now the quote of the week from Futurama:

::Fry eats an unknown substance::

"This is GOOD! It's like sex! Only I'M having it!"

What Can Happen in 5 years?

I'm about to find out.

5 year high school reunion...here I come.



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