Paradiddle

I just saw Ratatat at the pub--FOR FREE! (Imagine i said that like the "unforgivable" guy please, ok thanks) It was like omg so fun, charles and eric and I and others were dancing like crazy and whitfield was dancing a little bit too. Their music is great, and although I would probably never sit around and listen to it, it's perfect for a show. Also, they had a really nice thing going on with the screen and the shadows... never mind. Definitely going on my list of favorite concerts. It's nice to go to shows here and run into all kinds of people and meet people and see people in general. Especially on a tuesday.

In other news, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my lovely roommate Pam Rajagopal. It's the big 2-0. In other words, my roommate is very depressed today. But we will cheer her up with some delicious Greek goodness, most likely involving many different cheeses. Can't wait!

You don't have to go to college

cause this is really all we do:

405 North

I went to the Getty today with SARAH! I love Sarah, and I love the Getty too! It was great. It has incredible views of the city and also the ocean, and cool fountains and gardensand cacti, and a knott's berry farm-esque tram! But you already knew this. Anyway There were so many especially adorable intellectual boys there and some of them even had beards! And we saw a really nice photo exhibit with everyday life type pictures from accorss the country. Basically the Getty made me love America, especially LA, and it's inhabitants, especially bearded art loving intellectual boys. The only bad thing about it was that these same three people kept invading my personal space box. It was so not cool, and they weren't even foreign so they had no excuse. I think they may have been playing a joke on me.

Oh yeah and I also found out that the valley is just like the 909 only denser, and also that sarah's friends are nice.

Oh yeah and I also saw this and it was amazing. peace!

king sized bed...

Anu, if you're out there somewhere, you should know that this conversation just took place.

me: dude, where the hell is Anu?!?!/1

charmander: I dunno, maybe she's still in south america.

me: did she die on the trek to machu picchu or something?!

charmander: if she died in machu picchu, you'd get a whole room to yourself!

me: ooooh good point.

{pause}

me: a BIG room!

Yoshinoya Beef Bowl

I made a funny.

Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore

Over the past few years it's become sort of a tradition for me and various friends to go see the Christmas lights at Thoroughbred Lane. This year, what with people working and coming home for break at different times and losing touch and not caring that much, I didn't think it would happen, really. I imagined a couple of us would maybe go and it would be alright, but I didn't really believe it would be a big group activity like it was in the past. However, I figured that the least I could do is try. So for once I didn't pull my usual resentful of leadership supposedly indifferent crap and hey, what do you know, I actually found a day when people are free, and if all goes as planned, I guess we are actually all going to go see the lights on Thursday. This makes me happy. It's good to know that despite all the distance and plans fallen-through and ignored, and hard feelings and good feelings, we are at least still capable of all getting in a car at the same time and donning some scarves and sharing some laughs and walking down a pretty street together. Makes me wanna sing!

oldest friends who are dear to us
gather near to us once more
and through the years we all will be together
if the fates allow
hang a shining star upon the highest bough
and have yourself a merry little Christmas now


yeah right! But such a nice song.

Edward Philip Quinlan-- the only person I know in the whole wide world who still admits to liking Linkin Park. You've gotta give him some credit for that, right? Eddie kid, I haven't seen you in centuries. What's up with that?

Anu likes to make fun of me on her blog, so I will make fun of her on mine. I don't even need words to describe what a freak she is:



And this was even before I actually had to live in the same room with her. If only I had known.... Actually, on second thought, this is not even funny. More just disturbing and wrong.

and I knew that it was lovely to have a black bear thinking of me

If you are looking for a good song to listen to, I recommend Black Bear by Black Bear. haha! It is especially nice while flying over northern California, the part with the snowy mountains and everything. But if you can't do that, a dark car with your friends at 4 in the morning is almost as good.

My friend Christopher Whitfield/Clubb is a pretty outstanding guy.



Yeah, that just happened! Well, no, actually that was like at least 3 months ago, but I just wanted to be one of the cool kids and quote Talladega Nights.

I will post some pictures from Oregon tomorrow, I think I got some pretty decent ones at the Christmas tree farm we went to. Oregon has a lot of trees and that is nice. The people there are nice as well, and so is the cold, as long as you have a coat.

Homeward Bound

...is not only a really dumb movie about dogs, but will be me, tomorrow! It doesn't feel like the quarter is over, but I suppose it is. I guess I won't be seeing my school friends for a whole month, which is kind of weird, but not really. I think a lot of times we try to make a big deal of things like this because it makes us feel like our lives are more meaningful or something. I won't see my friends for a month, and then I will see them again. Oh well. There are more important things to make big deals about (yes, this is blatant hypocrisy, or maybe just a dis on my friends?). Namely, Christmas and traveling. I think I am going to watch Elf later to get myself in the spirit of things, because if there's one thing that will knock the jolliness right out of you, it's finals week.

back to school to prove to my father I'm not a fool

santee: how was the drive?

me: good. whitfield recited poetry, we played monopoly, and had a couple martinis. oh, and carne asada fries.

santee: ...on the drive?

me: yeah

santee: tight. which poems did he read?







douche.




in other news:
I'm worried
I'm always in love

I am having one of those days (weeks?) I sometimes have in which I think that everyone I know has a way cooler, or funner, or just generally better, life than I do. Last night three of my roommates went out to various parties. I got off work at 9, watched TV, did minimal homework, and mostly just sat around with yasha mourning over the caliber of guys we come into contact with on a daily basis as opposed to that of Sufjan Stevens. Needless to say we got really depressed about that, and such was the state of things when anu and sarah got home from their respective parties at around 2:30 AM. I suppose this is not the sort of venue to be revealing other's potential secrets, but suffice it to say that the two of them, and especially sarah, had evenings that were much more exciting than, say, german pronoun endings and [half of] greys anatomy. And do you know what Sarah is doing now?! She's ona flight to LONDON. lerijhertgO48IYT48TYsduhrfughufdshgjkfdgwoeisme.

I went on my lunchbreak just now (finally) and do you know what's going on outside the library? A BEER GARDEN. It's 4 PM, I'm listening to death cab for cutie, and outside there are people getting drunk.

But really this is all very silly, because when I think about my life and how I wish it were, scenes of drunken dancing and beer pong are not what come to mind, no, not at all. What I really want to be doing with myself is maybe driving across country or watching a folk duo perform in a small smoky cafe. More specifically, I would like to explore san diego tonight. But my friends are tired form their busy and interesting weeks, and they rather stay in and watch sex and the city. damn! shot down!

Wow, I am pathetic. I predict that this blog will be deleted within the hour.

I was a hero early in the morning but I aint no hero at night.

Sometimes I feel like I don't have enough sleep to face the day. Today is one of those days. Sarah made me a CD of "songs to cry to" and I listened to it on the way back from dropping her off and at the airport. I am not good at crying, but it made me feel all melancholy and peaceful and I am trying to motivate myself to go to class by telling myself that today, if nothing else, I will learn something. And that is good.

closing time

Sarah is here and I am glad about that. Maybe the good thing about missing people is the part where you get to run up to them at an airport and give them a huge hug movie-style. No, I have considered it and decided that there is actually no good part about missing people. But if there had to be one, I suppose that would be it.

I am at work and it is a holiday and thus hardly anyone has come in to watch videos (thank goodness, I would have gotten really depressed if they had). Thus I have finished all my homework for the weekend and can now devote myself completely to mexican food, king's cup, philosophical conversations, music, and friendship for the next 60 hours or so.

I kind of want to go to Coachella again this year. Then again, I kind of want to do a lot of things that I can't afford.


p.s. I forgot to mention that on austin city limits the other day, iron and wine played a sing with calexico! That was a nice surprise. Dude, does that fool like EVER tour? Throw us a freakin bone man.

Good News:

I was on time to German this morning! I seriously feel really good about that. And I finished all my homework last night so all I have to do now is take a shower and make myself look pesentable, which is a rarity these days, really, it is. And tomorrow Sarah is coming!! ucsd will be whole again. And hopefully I will go to see either Bunky or just Rafter for only 5 bucks at the che this weekend. I am pretty much really stoked for life.

edit: also, my work schedule got changed, and now I work monday afternoons instead of tuesday mornings. yippieyahoohooray for sleeping in! and being punctual!

soooo much drama and I'm soooo so so so so so so so sososososo over it.

I totally had the idea to write this all on my own.

This is a blog about how awesome Chris Santee is.

First of all, he's got this blue thermal shirt slash sweaterish thing, and like, wow, he looks so snazzy in it. The bad news is that he won't share the joy by letting me hug it, I mean him, but I guess I shouldn't have said that because this supposed to be about how he's awesome. Ok so also, he actually seems to like driving people around sometimes which is good because I definitely do not. He is very obedient and will even leave his own house so that you can talk behind his back. Let's not even get into his middle name cause wow, it rocks. And sometimes he says really really funny things. I cannot think of any right now but seriouly they are really funny. Also sometimes he is a big huge jerk, and that is awesome too in it's own way, depending on how you look at it.

To be continued.

So after the movie tonight I said something Josh didn't like and so he pulled the classic "Ok fine you can walk home then!" thing. So I imediately veered off in the direction of my home (a good five miles away, at least) as opposed to that of his car. I walked all the way across to the far corner of the parking lot without once looking back, and even made it to the intersection and pushed the crosswalk button. At this point I figured it would be safe to hazard a glance and looked behind me to find that the only people nearby were two shady characters parked in their car and observing me curiously. I had no other choice at this point than to cross the street. So I did, figuring that by the time I reached the other side, they would be waiting there for me or at least on their way. I cross. I wait. Nobody. I am on a street corner next to a freeway in Ontario. I am next to a gas station full of young men playing loud music. It is foggy, it is cold. Nobody is coming for me. So, I decide to walk back a ways and see what my caring friends are up to. I get close enough to spot them. They are standing casually next to the cars, seeming to be carrying on a perfectly normal conversation. I check my phone, and see that I have a missed call and a voicemail from Josh. Oh good, they must be worried about me. I listen to the voicemail. It says something to the effect of, "we are going to denny's meet us there in 15 minutes." Oh, very funny Josh. Very very funny. I am now determined to wait it out. I sneak along a little further and then turn another corner and sit on a low wall, watching, waiting for any sign of concern or worry. None whatsoever. I sit like this for a good five minutes, contantly looking over my shoulder for purse theifs and/or rapists and/or murderers. I take out my keys and hold them in my right hand just in case. I almost wish something horrible would happen to me, just to teach these bastards a lesson. After an eternity I see Santee's car pull away and drive off in the direction that I had first walked. Finally, I thought, they will begin to panic as soon as they realize I am nowhere to be found. Sure enough, a minute later my phone rings. it's Josh. he asks me what I'm doing. I answer, "Oh not much, just waiting to see how long my friends will let me wander in the cold dark night before they begin to worry about me." He laughs. He refuses to feel any remorse whatsoever. He asks me wher I am. I am tired of this, so I tell him. They drive back. I hide behind a tree for a second and that ends up being pretty fun, but basically I just give in and got in the car. Like I said, no remorse. No concern for my wellbeing whatsoever.

The moral of the story is that my friends don't care about me, and that makes me sad.

good times.

I will not eat them, Sam I Am!

Hmm, so the main reason I am posting this blog is because I just realized you could upload photos through blogger without having to go through photobucket and that's like sooooo exciting. I feel really dumb for not realizing this when I made that really long picture post the other day. Anyway this is one of my favorites from Halloween weekend, me and charlene laughing at jake's crotch. It looked really funny, trust me, you had to be there. The parties we went to were kind of lame, like all parties are, but I got to talk to a few random guys and so that was fun. I am getting really good at talking to strangers. I guess I may have picked this up from Sarah last year, cause that's basically her specialty, or maybe I am just more self confident than I used to be. But really, meeting people is fun. And like Anu said, sometimes it's nice to just have a short interaction and never see them again, because that way you dont have a chance to realize that they're not as cool as they seem. Meeting people randomly and having short little conversations with them makes you feel like humanity is pretty ok, whereas long term relationships make you kind of depressed and disappointed a lot of the time. I suppose this came out more depressing than I wanted it to, but please don't take it that way. I meant it to be uplifting. I guess that says something about my character. This is getting awkward...

Trick or Treat

So Yasha got us on the guest list for Sigma Chi this weekend, and for those of you who don't attend UCSD, this means we are cool kids! I feel sort of pathetically happy about that, despite the fact that I kind of hate halloween and frat parties in general. But I am also kind of sad because now I am in need of an at least slightly slutty costume. I am thinking maybe slutty bird, or slutty Mrs. Claus. My friends have already taken slutty indian, slutty princess Jasmine, and slutty Barbie. What I really want to be is margo tenenbaum but there are two problems with that idea: 1) where would i find the dress?! and 2) nobody would get it, the philistines! Anyway, anyone have ideas?