While channel flipping today I happened to see a Mr. Rogers Episode where he was at a Corvette show. They were giving him personal tours of all these pristine cars in mint condition and even let him drive a ’57 Vette. He treated these cars with the same indifference he treats the muffin tins in his kitchen; It was liking showing a nudey magazine to a eunuch, why bother?

The sheet keeps coming off the corner of my bed and it really aggravates me when my arm is on the naked mattress.

So tonight, I’m sleeping upside-down. Problem Solved.

“I never let my schooling get in the way of my education.”
-Mark Twain

“Her fake tits really brought out her eyes.”
-Written on a painting. I saw this two weeks ago and have been debating on whether or not to put it up. I’ve decided it’s just quality comedy and if you don’t find it funny I feel sorry for you.

I’m starting to hate Los Angeles and miss San Luis Obispo. Every time I get stuck in traffic at nine pm on a Saturday I’m instantly reminded of walking to the center of downtown from the dorms.

No place in Los Angeles is close enough to walk and the traffic is so bad you’ll wish you hadn’t driven.

But in the end I think it’s just a coping mechanism. I know I’m leaving and so I’m going stiff-upper-lip style and repeating “I’m better off anyway” over and over and over again until I start to believe it.

I didn’t get the weekend off to go checkout UCSD either. The days crept past me until the point where now it’s too late to ask for the weekend off. Without visiting UCSD there’s virtually no chance I’m going to end up there, which isn’t necessarily a good thing. I’m not sure what the best college would be but right now I just want to go some place familiar where everybody knows my name…

Or at least calls me Red.

My Dad got a new job at Sun. I know you’re thinking “Hey wait, didn’t Sun just fire three thousand people?”

Yup. They did. All to make the necessary room in the budget for my father’s salary. Need proof? Well, when my parents heard I got rejected from UCLA, they felt so bad they sent me two hundred grand:

These three guys in my Speech class.

Football players. They bring out the adult in me. I want to send them to the detention office, and not the college detention office (not that there is one?), but the detention office across the street at the elementary school because that?s where they belong; Whining, crying, and flashing that guilty-as-guilty-can-be ?I didn?t do it? look.

I didn?t mind them at first. All three of them gave their first speech about football, which is fine; it?s what they?re into. But then they started pulling pranks, childish pranks. Pranks that would have been absolutely hilarious if I were seven. An immature seven. They laugh openly at people?s accents. They put pieces of paper on the head of the person sitting in front of them and laugh hysterically as the person continues to sit there without knowledge of the paper that sits on their head.

Like I said, funny stuff.

Two of them have answered cell phones in class while somebody else was making a speech. MORE THAN ONCE. AFTER BEING WARNED ABOUT IT BY THE PROFESSOR.

At another point one of them pulled out a newspaper during somebody?s speech, folded it loudly, and proceeded to read it. Did I mention he sits in the front row?

Unfortunately they?re pretty damn fit, so neither Darwin nor a group beating will help much?

I’ve recently changed my email address, so if you don’t have my new one, just email me at my old one and I’ll send it to you. I’d post my new address here, but I’ve been having spam problems and I’m hoping to keep this one relatively spam free for as long as possible.

I only emailed everybody currently in my address book, which I’m guessing is about a third of the people I’d actually like to have emailed.

On an interesting side note, when I sent out my new email address to mi amigo Brian Wong I got the following response:

word to yo mutha

wong numba

Assuming he meant “wrong numba” that’s really funny.

It finally happened last friday:

So it’s down to UCSD or Cal Poly now. Cal Poly’s currently in the lead though I’m thinking of visiting UCSD late may…

It’s going to be a stressful month.

“God was my co-pilot but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat him.”

“I hope you follow Jesus this closely!”

From this thread

The instructions are: Grab the nearest book, open it to page 23, find the 5th sentence, post the text of the sentence in the comments or in your journal along with these instructions.

“A shithole,” my mother said, and even at the age of seven, I thought, Yes, she’s right. This is a shithole.

I do try to keep this site relatively PG, so if you think I made that up, go check out the paperback copy of Naked, by David Sedaris.

I don’t know what to think of this article. It was especially interesting because according to the author, the photographer’s intention was to display “the great care with which the corpses of the fallen are treated, and the honor that is accorded them.”