Happy Halloween.....weekend!

Okay, kids, let's try an exercise that uses our imaginations:
First, picture the most ridiculous party you've ever been to.
Then, imagine it was a costume party.
Then add alcohol.
Then add more alcohol.
Then add about 300x more alcohol.
Then add a few thousand more people.
Add some more alcohol.
Add some marijuana.
Add a few thousand more people.
Add some more marijuana.
Add some more alcohol.
Then add a few hundred asses hanging out of booty shorts or thongs.
Then add police.
Then add more police on horseback.
Then add more alcohol.
[Lather, rinse, repeat.]
Pretend it's all in the very small "town" of Isla Vista [IV].

That's what Halloween is like in the Univeristy of California, Santa Barbara.
Sort of.

So this weekend was pretty eventful

Well, what do you do when you have nothing to do on Friday night? You drink at Adam's house. So we trekked over there and they were playing Halo so we had to make it more interesting. I think we just sat around in Adam and Ben's room and I made some friends. One guy (his name was either Brian or Mitch, he lied a lot) told me he was Warren Sapp's son and he grew up in Compton. Yeah I dunno. We went home and I locked us out of the room so we went to the front desk and got a lock out key, then brought some of Chelsea's homemade chocolate cheesecake to the guy when we returned the key. Yeah.
Got up early on Saturday and went downtown to hang with my mommy. We got dim sum, shopped, went to tea at the hotel, had massages (at this awesome Japanese spa and I had a private bath and cucumber slices and oranges and yeah), had sushi (at a place with the boats! So cool!), and then slept at the hotel with her. Got up this morning, had homemade croissants, went back to campus (hauling my new clothes on Muni -- joy). Ummm Hailee and Wes and I had lunch with Bob and Jason, then went to Wes's to see his Halloween costume (see pictures at end of this). Then we came back here and watched Anchorman while Hailee straightened Wes's hair. Um. There was some Sex and the City, had chicken-avocado-pesto sandwiches for dinner. That's about it.

Tomorrow night is Castro. Next weekend is Tami and Jamie's birthday party. Will update.

We are all on drugs/What cult got you?

So I had a really ridiculous weekend; probably one of the most interesting weekends of my life.

Some highlights:
:: my "best friend" trying to "break up" with me
:: getting written up for drinking in the dorms [whoops]
:: watching Batman Begins in a movie theater
:: sending a friend to, then picking her up from, the hospital
:: going to Costco
:: all the LitMag drama
:: getting flowers for my half-birthday
:: being excessively bitter
:: documenting it all with my digital camera

So I hugely kicked [yesterday's] sociology final's ASS, thankyouverymuch, and I expect to kick very little ass on [todays] Greek Mythology final.

It's that time again, so here's the list of classes I'm considering taking next quarter [choose three]:
+ Intro to Cultural Anthropology
+ History of Jazz
+ Beginning Ballet
+ Beginning Ballroom Dancing
+ Principles of Micro [or Macro] Economics
+ Dinosaurs
+ Music Appreciation [or] World Music
+ Intro to Buddhism
+ Zen
+ The Teachings of Jesus

Feedback and/or opinion is greatly appreciated. I'm way into lists today. So into lists, in fact, I'm going to give you a list of photographs, per usual:
[WARNING: drunk photos ahead...possible ALL drunk photos ahead...]

party in Brett's room!!! [til the fucking RAs shut us down]

between the damn Natty Ice cans that got us fucked in the end

thanks, Nicole [she's on the far left] for having a birthday
so we could have a birthday PARTY

drunk roomie love is still valid roomie love

Good job, Ted.

So can I just say

That I love my critical thinking professor. Today we were doing some activity and she imparted upon us some Southern wisdom from her childhood in Virginia.

"General Lee did not surrender. Ulysses S. Grant picked up his sword and Lee was too polite to ask for it back."

"It is not called the Civil War. It is called the War of Northern Aggression." (picture that in a Southern accent).

News beat

Parents file $1.5 million claim with school district after ...
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Good Morning, America

Matt,

Wondering if I could talk to you briefly, and off the record, about "First Flight" from Torrey Pines. I am a producer for Good Morning America, and we are trying to get our heads around the story that ran in the SD Union Tribune this morning about the literary magazine? Can you call me at your earliest convenience. As I said - off the record... I just want to get someone's take on what really happened.

Cheers,
Bradley Lautenbach
Good Morning America

Photo uproar might have been avoidable
Claim filed over photos in student publication
Photos of seminude Torrey Pines student spur $1.5 defamation claim
Semi-Nude Pics In School Mag Spark Legal Action
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Parents File Claim Against School Over Photos
Parents Sue District For $1.5 Million For Semi-Nude Photos

insert obscenities here

So tell me, please, someone out there in this world, WHY?
Just in general. Pertaining to everything.

Just why?
And also how could you?
And also how dare you?

I always hated it, just HATED it, when people said, "the only person you can ever truly rely on is yourself." Mostly 'cause I knew [how foolish am I?] that you'd ALWAYS be there.

Apparently I know nothing.
And it's never hurt so bad.

invisible monsters

so basically this week, especially today, has just fucked me.

my insides have been put into a blender, blended on HIGH, shoved back into my body through my nose, and stictched together so they're suspended in my skeleton.
that's a grossly dumb way for saying i feel like shit.
a lot of shit.

sorry, mom. sorry, god.

So give me coffee and TV, easily...

Photos and bitching.

So Meghann visited. It was great to have her; I wish we could have spent some real time just the two of us, but I'll take what I can get.

The past three days have been filled with drama and it's irritating. People change so quickly. Or more accurately, people show their true colors too slowly [?]. I'm undecided, but I'm complain nontheless.
Midterms are next week and the week after, I'm stressed, I'm behind, I'll catch up, I know I can do it, I just am not sure that I will.

The most exciting and noteworthy event of late has been the purchase and arrival of my brand new, very own, digital camera. In honor of this great event, I need to advertise my new photo website and post some photos of tonight [I've only had a few hours to play with it].

yasamin.me.kirsten.

ted the wise.

roomie 'n' me.

me.kristin.

a representative note to end on.

I'm not emo, I'm just cynical.
I should make bumper stickers.

Squat and Gobble

Reason #987459037405 why I love living in San Francisco:

So Hailee and I went on a mini-excursion to Walgreens in West Portal tonight to pick up her prescription. And what did we happen upon? The Squat and Gobble Cafe and Crepery. Holy crap. It was like Pannikin but better. I had the most AMAZING nutella crepe with vanilla bean ice cream, plus a watermelon/passion fruit italian soda. Can I just say. Awesome.

What a raging asshole

As you know, I took the Greyhound 10 hours to Santa Barbara this weekend to see Lauren and do some partying. Hailee convinced me to go with her, even though it meant I would miss speech on Friday. See, on Friday my professor assigned presentation days for our speeches -- if you didn't show up, you automatically went the first day. I emailed him and told him I wouldn't be there so put me on the first day. So 10 hours on Greyhound. Our longest layover was in Salinas so we asked where there was a coffee shop and I got a gigantic peppermint tea (sidenote: I've been battling a chest cold and laryngitis since Thursday). Got to SB, took the city bus to campus. Hailee and Lauren and I got ready and went out and saw BRYAN which was amazing. Then Lauren and Topher dropped Hailee and I off at Eric's for his b-day party. It was awkward so we went to Morgan's (best friend of a guy who lives on our floor) and oh deer. I drank some Natty Ice and rum and hookah'd and they smoked. Ended up sleeping there in a stranger's bed -- you can ask me for details.
Saturday morning we walked the walk of shame back to the dorms from IV, still in our party clothes, with black make up all over our eyes. It was embarassing. Got back to Lauren's and went back to sleep for a few hours. Hailee and I went to IV to get some yummy sandwiches for lunch, and then I worked on my speech until that night. We dropped Hailee back at Morgan's for some more partying and then I went with Lauren and her friends to watch moves in the lounge. We watched Boondock Saints (yesssssss) and Nightmare Before Christmas (which involved a lot of singing along from almost EVERYONE in the room, including freakin' Alex Zlotnik). Got into bed around 3:30.
Thennnn we had to wake up super early to catch the city bus to downtown SB. We loaded up on cottage cheese, chocolate, and cold meds at Ralph's, and then it was 9 hours back to home. I have seriously never been so excited to go to San Francisco. We just gazed at the city when we were going over the bay bridge, and when we got out of the bus terminal, Market street was all lit up with trees and pretty buildings and it was about 75 outside. San Francisco loves us. So we spent a good deal of time scrounging money for Muni, then got back to the dorms and I practiced my speech and such.
So basically I was having a stroke the whole weekend about this speech, and I didn't even give it today. I told my professor that I have laryngitis and that I was prepared to go but I didn't want to completely lose my voice mid-speech or annoy him with my croakiness. So he says, "I'll think about it." He has me put my name up on the list with the two other speakers going today. He hands out three sheets of paper for evaluations. After the second speech he picks them up, gives us some info, and class is over. Meanwhile I'm going into cardiac arrest because I think he skipped me because I didn't immediately walk up, and everyone around me is like, "Whaaaaaat?" So after class I walk up to him and he says, "You're going FIRST THING Wednesday." Asshole. He thinks he's so clever.

Mos Def

Definitely went to hear Ben Stein talk today [sponsored by Campus Republicans, of course].

Definitely heard a guy stand up and yell "AMERICA IS NOT THE GOVERNMENT, YOU FASCIST FUCK!!!" to Ben Stein.

Definitely played "would you rather" for an extremely prolonged period of time.

Definitely met a new friend, Eric, and got to know a relatively new friend, Yasamin.

Definitely had fun political conversation/yelling match at dinner.

Definitely uber excited for this weekend [including but not limited to: Meghann coming to visit, going to the zoo, going to see Domino, having a dance party]

Definitely have some not-so-sober pictures from last weekend to share [oh, my crazy roomie...]:

Crunk Christine and me

Crunk Christine, Matt [birthday boy], and Ted

Crunk roomie love

Definitely working on the courage thing...

This post has no title, just words and a tune...

The good: I just, several minutes ago, bought myself my very own digital camera [Rah! Rah!] | Freebirds for dinner, Woodstock's for dessert, and Two-Hour Tuesdays

The bad: Death seems to be all around | I'm not going to San Fransisco this weekend because of...

The ugly: I have a shitload of reading/homework to catch up on/do | I'm practically out of clean clothes | I have peanut butter but no Oreos...now what am I going to have for my midnight snack?

I really hate it when people say "things could always be worse." It's true, but it's like, fuck off, you have nothing real to say to me, so stop pretending to console me.

Hold me.

I thought this was pretty good

I'm from California.

-I cuss a lot.

-I say "for sure" and "right on" and "hella" and "hecka" and I say it often.

-I know what real cheese & avocados taste like.

-I don't get snowdays off because theres only snow in Mammoth, Tahoe and Big Bear.

-Summers are really hot, and winters are really cold. That's the way it is.

-I go to the Beach - not "down to the shore."

-I know 65 mph really means 80+.

-When someone cuts me off, they get the horn and the finger & accept it.

-I've been to "The City" aka "San Fran" and have eaten fresh clam chowder out of a sourdough bread bowl.

-The drinking age is 21 but everyone starts at 14 (legally 18 if you live close enough to the border).

-My governor can kick your governor's ass.

-I can go out at midnight and wear a t-shirt and shorts.

-I might get looked at funny by locals when I'm on vacation in their state, but when they find out I'm from California I turn into a Greek GOD.

-I can get fresh and REAL Mexican food 24 hours a day

-All the TV shows you "other" states watch get filmed here.

-We have In-N-Out (Arizona and Vegas are lucky we share that with them).

But I'm actually over it this time.

My weekend included, but was not limited to:
- buying the shirt of my life at Wet Seal
- Rockstar and vodka (my own private stash, thanks Adam) at Casa de Baseball
- Andrew visting
- Stalking Tiger Woods at the golf course_
- Blue Angels show
- nearly dying about 937908749875 in Chris's car
- cute boys taking me and Chelsea out for Italian
- driving up to Twin Peaks to see the view (Laguna Beach style)
- Justin and Chris peeing in the bushes
- Chelsea bringing home the gayest straight (supposedly) guy in the world (who slept over)
- eating Ben and Jerry's Oatmeal Cookie
- seeing my crush in his pjs with rooster hair in the dc
- my new nickname: Google

So basically. Yeah.

Drunk night #1

First night of drunkenness this fall.
Happy college to me.
My roommate is on the silly side of drunk, Happy Birthday to Matt Howard, and bummer to the out-of-towners this weekend--it's been a crazy fun one.

I have The Darkness stuck in my head. [Oh, the memories...]

College = [undecided]


PS: Christine and I have made a pact to go to every single one of our classes for the next two weeks. You should hold us to that.

Gay club adventures

This is right after I got off of the phone with Lauren.







That's right, bitches.

P.S. - I'm in the process of choosing another picture hosting website so stay tuned for the link. Pictures of the Love Parade and more gay clubbing will be included.

A photo essay of my week.

[my dorm and the gorgeous clouds after the rain]

[the sunset after thunderstorms]

[board games are vicious things]

[it's how we be]

[Freeb!rds at 2.30am - 90's boyband pose]

[insert daily drunk phone calls, sleepovers, dancing, singing, conversations about the social implications of Goodnight Moon, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, samurai hair and comic books throughout]

Whaaaaaaaaaat

Fucking crazy weekend. I was finally dragged out to The Crib on Thursday night and I would have to say it was quite great. Then I went to bed at 3 and got up at 7:30 for class, then the hell back to sleep. Baseball party last night. I broke my fucking shoe. It sucked. Today we were gonna go to Haight but we walked around the lake and fell asleep. And tonight I watched Boondock Saints with Hailee and I'm so out of it. I just need to go to bed. The bathroom is so far away.

Because, really, this sort of thing happens all the time

Drinking, clubbing, bumming a cigarette off of Carson Kressley, smoking a joint, hooking up, and watching the sunrise for the second day in a row. Oh, and of course, getting a chance to talk to both my girls. Altogether, not a bad evening.