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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 05:04:34 GMT

I'm retiring my xanga. Don't know how long. Maybe till next winter break or perhaps till summer vacation. Who knows

now - around
soon - apartment with Tim and Carter
little later (maybe not till snow comes) - sharing that room with Henna

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 06:26:06 GMT

My life has been so unbelievably slow, dull and boring (in spoken word) since school started. In practice it is actually kind of exciting. I have more friends than I did when I got kicked out of school and now I also have a cell phone. Odd how these people don't even know how out of chaacter it is for me to have a phone. On the first day of school one of my teachers had eveyone with a cell phone raise their hand. Everyone raised their hands. I missed being the odd ball by only a few days (my family got a family plan).

other things:
On my return from school each day I pass this really old bum with a long white beard. Every evening he sits under a bridge and there is no alternate route for me to take. I say hello (often in a cheery voice) then he asks me for money. I always say "no, sorry," and he always follows up by yelling at me. I think he yellings something different each time, but I've never been able to decifer one word. I just assume he is crazy and cussing me out.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 08:08:07 GMT

I hate it when they play police sirens on the radio. 100% of the time that I listen to the radio, I'm in a car. That is bad. I'm all paranoid of cops (hate them).

Also hate when I can't get up the balls and the window closes.

and I hate the itch of poison ivy -especially in the armpits and inside of bicep, tricep area.

happy note: I like bananas and blueberries (one of the flavors I didn't like till post puberty like blue cheese, beer, and mangos)

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 02:59:54 GMT

oh no. Since it was too late to get into that senior year design class, they allowed me to take the junior year class combined with a research class (which then equals the senior year class).

I'm bogged down with classes (19 hours). -will have to get serious about studying.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 06:18:35 GMT

I'm in all but one class. It's the biggie; the one with the same name as my major.

But I'm okay with not getting in.

I'll have one more year of school though.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 02:33:45 GMT

Oh, god I'm nervous. I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep very easy tonight. I got kicked out of school last year and now I'm going back, but I've lost my seniority; I couldn't sign up for classes till the last minute and by then they were filled. Tomorrow I go and beg my teachers to let me into their classes. If they say -no problem- then I can be happy again, but if they say -no go- I will need another year of school (hopefully just one extra semester).

Monday, August 28, 2006

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 02:00:19 GMT

Tennessee night

Two nights ago I was feeling restless, so instead of trying to sleep inside on a conventional bed, I got a sleeping bag and went to the trampoline in the back yard. It was great. Down there in Tennessee you can actually see the stars. Looking up at them I saw two shooting stars.

The best part though was when Puff Daddy (the cat) came meowing and laid between my calves. From there he slowly moved his way up till he found his final resting place on my belly. Imagine that: Falling asleep to the sounds of crickets, a bubbling brook (wind over the pool/waterfilter), the stars above, and a cat purring on your belly. He slept there till morning.

My dream that night:

That night I had a dream. I lived in a house with about five other guys. They had this plot to rob millions of dollars from a freight train and at the last minute they chickened out. I wouldn't have it. Even though I wasn't a part of the original plot I decided to steal the money by myself. I followed their plan without a fluke.

Now I had millions in cash, but didn't have a getaway plan or any idea what to do while I rode out the heat (their plan required more people). My uncle John helped me: gave me supplies and really good detailed advice.

I ended up hiding out all over, the cops always a couple days behind. They kept getting closer and closer until I regretted ever stealing the money (not because of a guilty conscience, but because I really didn't want jail time).

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 06:51:33 GMT

Last night I had this dream where I kidnapped Woody Allen: my girlfriend in the passenger seat of my car and him in the back. I kept him in the car with us and handed him a clipboard demanding that he write his twenty favorite movies on it (I wanted to check out more interesting films).

I've thought about it today and it is genious; who is more interesting to kidnap than Woody Allen? All that nervous babbling. It was great, but for one thing. My girlfriend kept getting him scared, which bothered me (the balance of babble was perfect without her yelling at him and to boot, he certainly didn't deserve it).

note: I do not have a girlfriend

my dream-girl: caucasian, short brown hair, average build, average face, too easily stirred up (and therefore annoying when you kidnap Woody Allen)

Another thing: Someone told me that a lot of people dream in black and white. Lucky for me, I get it in color.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 05:36:56 GMT

Okay now. We are having an great time down here. And we've been sampling some amazing beer (on tap and in bottle).

Tomorrow morning we go rock climbing and then to a pool party with Chris Hauk (brilliant!). We'd better go water skiing with Tennessee Dan and sarge before we leave (also want to see balls mcgee one last time).

Jiu-Jitsu: Did some more with Justin. Now it hurts to swallow and I have red lines down my neck. Must prevail. I love Jiu-Jitsu (though I've only ever fought below my weight class and never won: fought Justin twice). I want to get some training. Must find classes this year.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Fri, 18 Aug 2006 21:33:12 GMT

Tomorrow:
Off to Tennessee (9-10 hour drive).

Will:
see Stevens', my little cousin, and uncle
go rock climbing

Want to:
ride a bike down there next summer

Here are the pictures from last time (if you missed them):
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tres
quatro
cinco
sies

note: There will be no pictures this time