| German people looooooove hot dogs. |
[Oct. 3rd, 2008|11:43 pm] |
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| My how the times do change |
[Sep. 25th, 2008|05:48 pm] |
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Goodbye best summer, hello best year. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2008|01:25 pm] |
Summer is totally stokeworthy!!
Youtube recommended these videos to me based on my taste and viewing habits:
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[Aug. 1st, 2008|01:05 pm] |
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Summer just started again! YES |
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[Jun. 12th, 2008|09:27 am] |
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I am embarking on an epic, 600 mile bicycle trip today. I hope to see you all soon! |
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| Oh, Santa Cruz... |
[Apr. 20th, 2008|11:14 pm] |
What an epic weekend!!! |
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[Mar. 26th, 2008|03:03 pm] |
Who is going to buy this for me for my next birthday!? (or preferably, my next half birthday)
( This ) |
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[Mar. 17th, 2008|08:32 pm] |
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[Oct. 17th, 2007|07:56 pm] |
I figure I should update this journal, and perhaps more often in the near future, seeing as I need to practice my writing skills so that I can write impressive college essays and get the fuck out of here!
Actually, it occurred to me last weekend while riding on the back of Timmy's Vespa down beautiful highway 9 that I'd probably miss this place if I left. Santa Cruz is hands down the prettiest, most exciting place I have ever encountered on this side of the Atlantic Ocean (Norway being its European counterpart). If it were not for the lame people in my classes and the permeating feeling of being "under"-taught in my physics classes, I would be in love with this school. Time to quit whining.
As I mentioned earlier, Timmy and I cruised down highway 9 to meet the UCSC Frisbee Golf Team and Matt Pecenco at a Frolfing course out in the countryside last weekend. We looked super goofy on the ride there, wearing helmets and goggles that made us look like World War Two pilots. So it turns out that Frolfing is really ridiculous and very difficult. A few of the Team Frolfers who we met up with were participating members of the PDGA (Professional Disc Golfing Association), so it goes without saying that they were really good. Upon arriving at the first hole, one of them suggested that the experienced players play one hole ahead of the newcomers so that everyone could play at their own pace. After completing the first hole, they yelled back at us and told us to start. Matt Pecenco offered to go first while the rest of us wondered how difficult it would be to throw the discs. We agreed that it would be hard to both throw it far and keep it straight, but it didn't seem unreasonable that we would be able to throw it moderately far while keeping the disc straight. Anyways, Matt Pecenco's first throw almost resulted in a concussion when the disc bounced off of a tree ten feet in front of him and deflected back towards his face. I was up next, and instead of throwing the disc in a straight line, I somehow managed to throw it into a big pile of poison oak 90 degrees off to my right. We laughed excessively hard and finally finished the hole with quintuple bogeys. Up at the hole, we found our frolfing superiors shamelessly snapping bowls and pounding fortiez. They suggested that the best way to frolf was to drive the disc, and then, before "putting," sit down and smoke a bowl, and then putt. Also, they claimed to have never played a round of frisbee golf without "getting fucked up." Needless to say, it was a very entertaining Saturday afternoon.
My social life is a lot more involved this year, and I think it might be because I drink brews, which is pretty lame. The amount of people you meet shouldn't be proportional to the amount of alcohol you consume, but rather, it should be proportional to how explosive your personality is! I'm not going to drink for a while in protest of the current state of things. In fact, I will be walking around parties writing people up for CHUI violations (short for "Chilling under the influence," pronounced "Chewy.")
Also, the whole world should listen to Shuggie Otis. If anyone should take this suggestion seriously (which they should), they should seek out his album "Inspiration Information." If anyone is genuinely disappointed by Shuggie Otis, I will play a well documented game of Edward Forty Hands. Maybe. |
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[Sep. 5th, 2007|11:46 pm] |
Things that I've been doing since all of my friends are gone:
1) Playing hella scrabble (online)
2) Fixing my stupid car.
3) Cleaning things like my room, car, ears, and sideyard.
4) Downloading some bomber files, like mst3k, scientific american collections, the office, and some math things.
5) Working.
6) Reading some sick westerns by old CMAC. I wish CMAC was really a cowboy, or at least a scalp-hunter. His interview on Oprah couldn't have been less discouraging in the sense that he came off as good-natured second uncle rather than a gunslinger.
I just applied to be a grader for the physics department! School starts in two weeks! I need to sell my car! Any takers!?!?
EDIT: I almost forgot:
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[Aug. 21st, 2007|03:30 pm] |
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Car: FIXED |
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[Jul. 18th, 2007|09:21 pm] |
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We recorded today! I know all of the spoilers for the next Harry Potter Book! I work at Raul's! Come visit me! |
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| Some whining. |
[Jul. 10th, 2007|01:22 pm] |
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All I want to do is go used book shopping, except I have no money! Four weeks of encinitas has already driven me insane! I don't want to go back to Santa Cruz either! My car is only being somewhat compliant! I wish I knew what was wrong with it so I could fix it correctly the first time! |
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[Jun. 13th, 2007|11:29 pm] |
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"I'll be home in three days." Absolutely no consolation for what I will experience tomorrow. |
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[May. 25th, 2007|03:20 pm] |
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My anxiety and my balls do not make a good match. |
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[May. 13th, 2007|02:47 pm] |
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Thanks Q and Not U for making everything alright! |
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[Apr. 20th, 2007|12:07 am] |
The clock struck twelve and an uproar was heard from the meadow. Happy new year, right?
Life rules. Actually, not really. |
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[Apr. 7th, 2007|04:26 pm] |
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Yo, life is unmanageably weird.
Here is a logic problem for anyone who dares get their brain tied all up in a knot (this is from my Proofs and Problem solving class, and I can't figure it out. Reward: a kiss on the cheek.)
The residents of Manhattan fall into one of two categories: those who lie, and those who don't. You, being a confused and stranded tourist, ask three strangers for directions to the Guggenheim. The first stranger says, "All three of us are liars." The second says, "Not so, only two of us are liars." The third says, "The other two are lying." Whose directions do you take? |
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| This place is lame. |
[Mar. 17th, 2007|12:43 am] |
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The answer? Study Abroad! |
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