Poor San Jose State. With a loss last week they entered ESPN’s bottom 10 football teams in the nation. I’d just like to see them come back next year and beat Stanford again, is that too much to ask? (Answer: With Stanford playing the way they are, it really isn’t.)

I’m not much for predictions, but with a big, bIG, BIG weekend in college football coming up, I’ve got a few locks for everyone to put their money on:

1) I will be watching or listening too #3 USC vs #6 Washington St.

2) Either Tommy Chang will be found with his throwing arm brutally beaten Friday evening or the Spartans will be CRUSHED by Hawaii.

3) UCLA will beat the Farm this weekend in another low scoring event and make their first appearance on the AP and ESPN polls.

4) Virginia Tech over Miami and Oklahoma State over Oklahoma. Why? Because I want it.

5) At least three of these predictions will be wrong because I’ve got more German in me than Irish.

Just thought I’d post this super hot picture I took of Lauren just before her trip to washington:

I forget which, but she was either doing her impression of Ross Perot or Screech from saved by the bell.

The past couple of days have been interesting just because of all the fires that have been trying to engulf most of southern California. For those who don’t live down here, when you step outside, it looks like the smog is suddenly worse than you’ve ever seen and it smells like bbq flavored tanbark, which I suppose makes sense considering the smell comes from burnt wood. Also, the sun looks really cool and has a way better than average sunset. If you’re lucky and you’re downwind from a fire, you often discover your car covered in ashes.

All in all, it’s a good time to be in LA.

I showed up for my weightlifting class this morning only to discover that my teacher didn’t show up and that class is cancelled.

Not being able to work out because you’re too lazy is one thing, but haven’t the teacher fail to show up is HORRIBLE! For once, the determination is there, drive is there, and the will is there, but the teacher isn’t so class is cancelled and my already excessive fat goes another day without any of it being burnt.

Oh well, maybe my physics teacher will have us run a lap.

So Pedro walks up to me in the parking lot today at work to show me his lap top that he bought. It’s got Windows XP installed, 20GB hard drive, 2GHz celeron processor, and 128mb ram. Pedro asks me how much I think it’s worth, he wants to know if he got a good deal or not. I thought about it and decided a used laptop like that would go on ebay for around of $800.

Pedro starts laughing.

Turns out Pedro bought it from a guy in the back of a van for $75.

I was just watching a show on the top 22 bands of all time as voted by mtv viewers and it reminded me of why I love the red hot chili peppers. They were interviewing flea and asking him about the Radiohead “Creep” and he said: “I wasn’t too impressed with the song until that ultra distorted guitar comes in at the chorus line and I’m thinking ‘THIS IS THE BEST SOUND I’VE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE.'” I guess you had to be there.

There’s some crazy people who work at my Pizza Hut in South Central. One of my favorite personalities is Pedro (AKA Peter). Born in Mexico, came to the states without his family and just his shirt on his back, moves to the bay area where he works as a waiter, can’t support himself cause cost of living is too high so becomes a crack dealer, gets caught and gets thrown in jail for two years because of it, moves back to LA, doesn’t have a job for a while, steals a pizza delivery driver’s car to eat the pizza in it, then BECOMES a pizza delivery driver, gets married, has a son, buys a house, and now recently, gets thrown out of his house and lives in a car. And at the same time, he’s one of the most positive people I’ve ever met, he blames no one but himself for any misfortunes he’s had and gets on with his life. He’s the kind of person that makes you feel guilty for being depressed about anything.

While looking at Brian Wong’s new blog, it occurred to me that since the inception of this site, I have not posted one picture of myself, Lauren, or my new roommate. So for those who haven’t seen a recent picture of me or Lauren and have never seen/met our apartment-mate, here’s the three of us all together:

It’s Lauren, Carolyn, and I having a blast at a party about a month ago. Carolyn’s smiling cause she loves her cream soda in a red cup.

wow, so there’s a 4:30am. Who knew?

The weirdest part? It can come at the beginning of the day, as opposed to the end.

Lauren woke me up to drive her and her friends to the airport so she could ditch me to party all weekend AND THEN it turns out that she didn’t need to wake me up! I just thought I’d let everyone know how cool that was.

all right, g’night.

“I could not resist when Nikki started to cry.”
-The artist formely known as prince now represented by this sentence.

Anyone who’s heard the song “Little Nikki” or the new remake by Foo Fighters knows this is one weird song. If anyone has some insights on it please contact me.

I’m lost.

I have to start doing college applications again soon. How crazy is that? Most of my friends from high school are already halfway through their junior year and here I am applying to schools again.

At least it won’t be as stressful this time. Worst case scenario: I can’t afford USC, don’t get accepted to UCLA and end up back at Cal Poly. Fortunately Cal Poly has a policy of automatically accepting previous undergraduates who left the school “in good standing,” which means not on academic probation. So I’m fine there. Even if I end up back at Poly I’ll have saved some money.

I’m just tired of community college. It’s so high school, except with a really ugly commute and harder classes.

Between my commute and being a delivery guy, I’m also tired of being in my car. I figure I work about 16 hours a week in my car plus an hour each day I go to school, I’ve got at least 20 hours a week in my car. That extrapolates to 1040 hours a year or a little over 43 days in my car per year. Over a month and a half. I think it’s time to get another job.

Proof that at one point in time all the dishes were done and it was my doing. Now I just gotta do it a couple more times and my apartmentmates will stop thinking I’m a slob.

Ok, so it’s been far, FAR too long since I’ve had a time piece, any time piece. I need to know the time. SO, I’m considering this watch:

It IS a superman watch, but it’s also a great deal. Normally priced for $84, amazon’s slashed the price to $19. Probably a lot better quality than anything else I’d get for $19 and I bet not a lot of people would have it.

Hopefully.

Being basically soaked in USC by my girlfriend and her family, it was refreshingly hilarious to run across a Bruin recount of the USC vs UCLA rivalry. Some of the better quotes include “He became frightened when I told him that ‘UCLA’ was where great-grandpa went when he died, but ‘SC’ was where big brothers who picked on their little brothers might go…” and “How could I adequately explain the concept to a seven-year old boy, even one who could read at a sophomore-at-SC level.” Funny if nothing else, read on.

Hopefully this is not a sign of things to come, but after talking to the President today, Arnold told all of California “There is no greater ally that this golden state has in Washington than our president, my dear friend, President George W. Bush.” You can read the whole of the article here.

While listening to Justin Timberlake on Saturday Night live, a voice in my living room was heard to say, “His lyrics don’t make any sense…”

To which I responded, “I think most lyrics don’t make any sense.”

The Voice: “The Beatles lyrics made sense.”

I’ll let you be the judge. The Beatles penned the lyrics to the following songs:
Glass Onion
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Savoy Truffle
Rocky Raccoon
Yellow Submarine
Maxwell’s Silver Hammer
Octopus’ Garden
March of The Meanies

And of course

Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except Me & My Monkey

Now online is My Schedule for Fall 2003. I created this in spreadsheet program that exported the spreadsheet to html. It looks pretty ugly in IE, but at least you can tell where I should be. If you’re using another browser, it probably looks a lot better. I’ll probably post a perma-link on the right side bar.

During my weightlifting class today some of the guys were trying to get me to do 5 sets of 10 bench presses at 114 lbs with them. I told them I really don’t want huge pecs, which they took to mean I’m a wuss. They kept insisting and eventually I was there doing bench presses. The following conversation took place during my third set:

Me: Come on pecs, lift!
Pecs:(in soothing voice) I’m sorry dave, I can’t do that.

So now I’m the most sore I’ve ever been from physical activity, and it’s still the same day that I lifted. I can’t even imagine what tomorrow’s going to be like. Oh well, next time you see me I’ll have HUGE PECS which I know are super sexy.

Helpful tips for living in Los Angeles:
1) You need a car.
2) An electric car is not a car.
3) If you see a celebrity, don’t tell them who they are; Trust me, they already know.

Sometimes I think there is a god, and he has an overdeveloped sense of irony.

Every day after work, I would deposit the leftover pennies, nickels, and dimes from my tips in a cup by my bed. After 6 months, Lauren rolls them all so I can take them to the bank.

Total change: $42.50

Today, on the day I’m planning to go to the bank and deposit this change, I get a parking ticket.

Cost of Ticket: $47.00

man…

In perhaps the most important news of the past century, Seth MacFarlane (creator of “The Family Guy”) is creating a pilot of a new show for Fox tentatively named “American Dad.” Seth explains his concept for the show:

“The father Stan’s a pompous ass in the Ted Knight vein,” says MacFarlane. “The family also has an alien named Roger who’s not allowed to leave the house, and as a result, sits around drinking wine and smoking cigarettes. He’s very effeminate in a Paul Lynde sort of way. And we’ve also got a talking goldfish who’s the result of a failed CIA experiment in which they tried to place the brain of a Frenchman into the body of a fish.”

See the full post here