been a while, eh?

well, friday...didn't do too much but chill out and watch trashy tv. it was StuPoo's birthday (HAPPY B-DAY STUPOO!), where Sawah bitched the whole time b/c we played the "cups" game and pissed of the waitress. o well, that bitch of a waitress got a pretty damn good tip! i was really worn out that day, because i had to turn in a REALLY REALLY bad english paper...i hope i didn't do too badly. all my classes are so borderline A - B that i'm getting a bit nervous. after eating at Viva Zapata's, i went back to nates where tori, christos, stace, and matt (to name a few) ended up coming by and watching television for a really really really long time.

saturday was actually quite eventful. i enjoyed it! in the morn, nate and i went to go watch a pussy sport, otherwise known as "Polo." It was my first game of polo to watch, so i was a little bit sore afterwards and it really didn't feel all that good. they say it gets better the more you do it. i hope they're right. we missed the first quarter, watched the second, player with "horses" the third (and you know what i mean by 'horses' *wink wink*), and watched the last quarter, leaving 2 seconds early after we realized Yale was going to lose to UConn. Polo is quite beautiful to watch, but it is really golf on a horse with a bigger ball. you don't have to run--thats what the horses are for. they follow the balls for you. all you have to do is use the mallet to hit the ball towards a wall. yes. a wall. there's no goalie or moving object, just a wall that you have to hit. you could hit it from all the way down the field and have it barely touch the wall, and you would score. it's pretty lame.

but, i support nate and his decision to play.

anywhoo, we took a trip through the ghettos of new haven, which was SO lovely that we decided to hail a taxi. went to Bottega, a really expensive euro-trash boutique, and tried on clothes like I could afford it (i'm sure that he could've...). afterwards, took a trip back to OC (old campus), sat around, did fatty things like watch TV, until he had to go to the Phantom Planet concert, and Bookie and i went to go get dinner. and by "go get dinner" i mean that she went to Au Bon Pain, got soup in a bowl of bread, i stole a thing of Thai Peanut dressing, and we both went into the Saybrook dining hall, i got a salad and ate while she inhaled her soup bowl.

i didn't actually get ready for the screw until about 9:15 so i was a bit late to pick up my date, Lydia. i was really exhausted, not only from the day, but because LAST week, i had just gotten all ready for Casino night. most people, in fact, weren't all that hyped for the "007 Bond-Age Screw". so, lemme explain what the screw is:

Screw 101:
your roommate hooks you up with some person to go on a screw date. he, in essence, "screws" you with someone and you, in turn, get "screwed." getting "screwed", however, can be a good thing, like "Dammit. i got screwed!" or "woo hoo! i got screwed (as in laid)." since you aren't supposed to know your screw date, the people hooking you and your date up are supposed to make you do silly shit so that you can distinguish who your date is, e.g. "look for the guy who is naked and shouting 'I'm Gay!'" to "look for the girl dressed in a fencing suit fighting the wind." luckily, sportscenter just made me meet Li at the Branford swing.

so, we met up, i was all dressed up in my gray, bling blingin' Cariter suit!, hung out at some pregaming parties, went to the screw, danced to the good music, went to yorkside, went to her place and talked about chinese shit (how nostalgic!), and i went home, where i ended up talking to "Gangsta" Ollie about being black, since he's so black and all. anyways, it was a good screw and a good night. i'm glad that i went!

by the way, i received a prank phone call from someone who knew i was asian and that i went to Yale. he called me "oscar" and wanted to know where his 4,000 dollar dog was. i fucked around with him, and i was like "well, i raped the dog and put him to sleep, threw him in the oven and ate him b/c he was barking too much." and the guy got all pissy and we bitched at each other for about 10 minutes. good fun...good times. afterwards, i called back the number and looked it up on the white pages, to find that it was the Steak'N'Shake in Old Hickory in Nashville. pretty weird, eh? the person knew my name and everything. freaky. i bet it was some trashy dumbass--but what does it matter? its not like he fooled anyone.

the people in nashville weren't known for being the brightest crayons in the box (*cough cough* dane...*cough cough* tyler...). highschool was a bad dream. i can't wait until they're pumping my gas.

so anyway, i still haev some graphic design HW to do, and a movie "Seven," to watch at nine. let's hope i don't shit in my pants like i did last nite...wait, that didn't happen.

best scene of last nite: Stef's asian-invasion-slut-bag, yoonis, falling off of a wall because she was so plastered. "all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put yoonis together again." by the way--who the fuck names their kid "Yoonis." it sounds like a part of a reproductive organ.

hot'n'kinky laundry

yeah. there's nothing hot or kinky about laundry. well, unless, you think laundry is hot'n'kinky. that makes sense, doesn't it?

today, i have an english paper to revise...MAJOR. my english prof wrote, and i quote, "IX-NAY ON THE ERSONAL-PAY IEWPOINT-VAY!!" end quote. yes. it is true. my prof used PIG LATIN to convey her point to me.

secondly, she said, "To be brutally frank -- which I trust you will forgive in the interest of a good revisions -- THIS IS A VERY SLIGHT PIECE."

should i go shoot myself? nah. its ok. i'll just fix up the piece...as i always do...and prove to her that i can write...i can write well, dammit!!

i studied for 6 freaking hours last night for CHINESE. and i was up for two more hours doing robotics and two more for graphic design...and two more for phone sex. thus, i was up until 4:00 last night...and had a chinese test the next morning. i hope i made some progress, and did better than a 84!! stupid fucking kabuki-mask, a girl in our class, was like "i'm not worried...these tests are easy." YEAH - IF YOU FUCKING TALK FLUENTLY WITH YOUR PARENTS YOU DUMB BITCH. nah. its ok. i'm just bitter...and horny.

"HEADLINE: HOW TOM CRUISE WAS NEARLY DECAPITATED." <--a headline that just came on the television...came ALL over the television...ALL over.

so i watched some "Best in Show" clips with nate...they were great. he thinks if i watch the funny parts too much, i'll desensitize myself, kind of like masturbation, but its ok. i enjoy laughing at repetitive scenes OVER and OVER and OVER. its like the "Hello My Future Girlfriend". god. i'm such a loser.

MY FAVE BEST IN SHOW QUOTE:

We both love soup. And we love the outdoors. We love snow peas. And talking... and not talking. We could not talk or talk forever and still find things to not talk about.

"JUST AS AMERICA IS COOLING DOWN, THE OC IS HEATING UP." <--another voice over that just came ALL over the television.

commenting on the fact that we have brown colored YALE sweatshirts, i was thinking it would be cool to have crimson Yale sweaters to wear at the Yale/Harvard game. you see, Yale is the only school that can do that...brown is associated with brown, green dartmouth, red harvard, orange princeton, etc. anyway, this was MY idea. nate was talking about it today like it was HIS, and i was like "WOOOOAH BUDDY!...i came up with that idea" and he was like "NO you didn't. easy mac and i did." and i was like "I WAS THERE." and i told him the story and he digressed.

he did come back with a good line. on the sweater, he wants to write:
Harvard is like masturbation, its fun at first, but in the end, you realize you are just screwing yourself.

phew...that one's a knee slapper.

yes, stef, i know. i have no tact. its a problem i have had since high school. you wanna crucify me for it? huh? WHADDAYAGONNADOABOUDIT!?

ollie is a hypochondriac. his pink eye scare (not to be confused with a red eye if you know what i mean) was only a dry eye. silly ollie! where's his au pair when you need him/her?

i wanna go skiing.

well, i should go pick up my laundry and take a shit...ON YOUR FACE.

quit monkeyin' around!

yo yo yo.

last nite's events were quite eventful, and well worth the write.

soo...mattack steals (you damn klepto!) the "Safety Dance" Monkey/Gorilla that was hanging on the Cross Campus gate for Nate, since nate gets whatever her wants.

unfortunately, however, the saftey dance monkey wasn't so safe after it began emitting mold spores that overpowered the freshness of B-32's newly introduced "Mango Papaya" air freshener...it was quite a "duel of the fates" if you will. therefore, we established that the monkey must be disposed of.

BUT HEY! why get rid of a full grown monkey when you can tie a string to it and dangle it from your window so that the floor below you thinks that the monkey is attacking the room?

so i was supposed to bring string when i went to watch "Best of Show" in mattack and nate's room, but i (woe!) forgot...and thus we were forced to harness the monkey using (obviously) dental floss and duct tape. because of the abuse required in procuring the monkey, there was a rip in its leg that caused its white, styrofoamy innerds to splash everywhere...So, mattack and i had to ER that leg with some duct tape before letting it out into the wild. we also decided to ravage it with scissors, red-sharpies for blood, black/blue sharpies for bruises, in order to make a scene and scare all the other monkeys out there from ever wanting to hang from a gate. it was cute until nate drew a phallus on the monkeys mouth. (ave maria...)

after it completed its initial preparation, mattack and i stuffed out the window like winnie the pooh stuck in the rabbit whole, and nate slowly lowers the harnessed monkey, and mattack and i run downstrairs to find the girls screaming "WHAT THE FUCK IS tHAT?!?!?!?!?!?"

nate, then, drops the monkey, and it lands on its back, like a piece of road kill. tor runs upstairs to ask "DID YOU SEE THE MONKEY THAT JUST FELL?!?!"

pah~ did we see it? you bet we did.

as i left the lanman-wright premises to make a pilgrimage back to the illustrious Vanderbilt Hall, i see, over in the trashcan, NONE OTHER THAN the Safety Dance Monkey himself, stuffed head first into the Vanderbilt trashcan with the white "innerds" surrounding.

"WHAT THE FUCK. the monkey is coming to get me!!"

i come to find out that russ stole it on the way back from A-one with a friend. he and his friend tried to throw it up to the v-suite window, thinking that someone would see it and freak out through the window...BUT, the leg mattack and i so tirelessly tried to save, broke and c-stains (aka semen stains) got everywhere...and made a HUGE mess.

i guess, this story gives meaning to the quote, "what goes around, comes around" and it taught me one important lesson:
"it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye"
and one other lesson that goes:
"5 little monkeys jumpin on a bed, one fell off and broke his head..."

anyway, i am sleepy and have shit loads of reading.

i'm a high roller, bitch!

last nite was great, contrary to many beliefs (in other words, i was the only one that had any fun).

so, i get all dressed up in my debonair, three-piece, khaki-colored suit, all ready to hit the streets with MelD. we went together to Sportcenter's b-day bash at Miya's...i had some good food and good fun (nothin's better than a bunch of drunk frat boys and drunk Jewish American Princesses). that was quite an experience...especially since Juvey's jappy girl friends were doggin on sportcenter's jappy girl friends...i love it!

so melD and i met up with Mattack, Tor, Darrick and Kate Spade to head out for Casino night. we went in, i got my ticket for half the price (let's just say, the person selling the tickets was one of my previous clients...haha), and i got my fake money to gamble with (i got 5 times the amount you were supposed to get since mattack knew the guy giving out money, and he gave us extra to flash him minus the actual flashing). so i was gambling on Roulette, helping the girl-dealer understand how the game works (she didn't know how it worked cus she was a girl...you know them. "why was hellen keller a bad driver?"...cus she was a WOMAN!). anyway, i felt bad when Erin and Greg came up to me and said "we just saw the Italian Job" and we wanna steal some money b/c i was helping out the girl on this table...you see, i have morals. i don't steal from people i know...but i was like "hmm...there are other tables...stealing is right up my ally!" i screwed winning fairly, and walked around with them and stole money and chips. we went to the raffle section, turned in our chips, and got TONS of raffle tickets for free prizes...but SHIT. we didn't we anything. cheaters never win...wait. what the fuck? WE ALWAYS WIN!!! (cus i got a free-2-dollar-shot-glass, if you know what i mean! take that, bitch!)

here was the best confrontation of the night:

Proctor: Would sarah come up and get her prize?
*hands over the prize to the girl who claimed to be sarah....meanwhile, the REAL sarah walks up*
Sarah: hi. i'm sarah. i'm here to get my prize.
Proctor: um. we just gave it to sarah.
Random person: um....the girl who picked up the prize...that wasn't sarah.
Stef: yeah- that girl's name was annemarie.
Proctor: SHIT! hang on a second!
*Proctor jumps off the stage and runs like no other...she comes back in 2 minutes*
Proctor: here's your prize. sorry, i had to wrestle it from that other girl.
Sarah: thanks soo much!!
*the fake sarah and her drunken boy friend walk up to the stage*
Drunken Boyfriend: don't touch my girl like that, bitch! give her back the prize!
Proctor: no. she wasn't sarah.
Fake Sarah: I AAAAAMMMMM sarah!!!
Proctor: NO YOU AREN'T. YOU ARE ANNE MARIE!
*Drunken Boyfriend jumps on stage, and steals prizes...another guy grabs the shit the guy tried to steal*
Proctor: you oughtta leave. the police are on their way.

IT WAS BEAUTIFUL to see the FAKE sarah get her drunken-pussy-whipped-booty-call to fight for her in such a valiant way!! go proctor! i'm glad you stole that shit and gave it to the rightful owner. cheers!

anyway, props to Tor for being a good mother. i won't go into it...but clare and i agree, Tor would make one good-mother-fuckin'-mother.

i should probably be out yo. got lots of vaChinese HW to do!

sometimes, when people are nice to me, they get personal shout outs.

personal shout out to stef, for turning my frown upside down on friday night.

peace be with you. As-Salamu`laykum.

why me...WHY ME?!?!

feelin a little "nancy-kerrigan-inspired.

so i'm chillin in my room right now, like a cool kid...like most cool kids do on FRIDAY nights. isn't that special? i feel like i should be given a cookie of some sort. its been the first time i've stayed home on a weekend since i've been at Yale...isn't that weird? first time to say in on a friday night, EVER!! but i still bet there are plenty of kids who have NEVER stayed in on a friday night, or a weekend in general, so i don't feel so special anymore. i guess you take away that cookie you just gave me.

three words that really put my panties in a wad: loud, obnoxious drunkards. i don't know what it is. if i'm not intoxicated and everyone else is, i become really really boring/bitter/resentful/sleepy. i think it might be an attention thing...not that i WANT attention, but that there is so much electricity in the air when teens get drunk, that i am overwhelmed and subconsciously silenced. i think to myself, "why is everyone so excited?" then i realize its the alcohol talking. i just prefer one-on-one time more than one hundred-on-one hundred (though, a 100 person orgy, in theory, would be quite interesting, in a completely non-sexual platonic kind of way...) so yeah. thats my vice; my one (of many) fault(s): if i'm not having fun, i'll jettison from the crowd faster than a poop shoot in a space shuttle.

the sad part is that, when i depart, it's kind of anti-climactic. like i disappear, and its no big deal...i feel like i keep a good track of people...and if someone is leaving somewhere alone, i'm good about keeping up with them. i pretty familiar with what it feels like to leave someplace alone, and not have anyone follow you---i mean, we can all admit, it's not the best feeling in the world! when someone says "everything is okay", i know to never believe them. if everything was okay, they wouldn't be leaving.

*smallest violin in the world begins to play a sad sad song*

yea. i know. pity party for me; but hey! what are blogs for? i can't be funny all the time...and if i were, someone would probably shoot me with a tranquilizer gun and rip out my vocal chords. i think i just choose bad times to leave. i don't complain because others are having fun; the last thing i want to be is a party pooper. but i just want to be followed for once. take neenee or bookie for example, i'm always following...and i'm content with it, because i enjoy their company. but to others, it comes off as being a tagalong, which, in itself, is a bad feeling to have--to know that other people think of you as just a follower. this is definetely one of those more psychologically-induced problems (just like worrying about people talking about you behind your back), but it still gets bothersome.

i guess it'll be a good experience to sleep alone in the dorm tonite. even though i am sleepy, i feel like i am punishing myself...b/c i want to be with other people right now...and it doesn't feel good to be away from them. but its not like i am depressed. and besides, my depression on the relative scale of depression is NOTHING. me being depressed means that i want to sleep or eat or not talk or something really trivial...never really serious.

OK. i figured it out. here's whats weird about me: if i'm not having fun, and someone who's having fun asks, i say i'm having fun and that everything is okay...i'm being honest. everything is fine, BUT i'm not having fun. thats the only difference, and it really doesn't concern any one else but myself...if anyone asks if i need to talk or if everything is cool, i say everything is cool...b/c it is. so i don't know why i say i feel fine when i don't feel at my 100%. it's b/c i feel worse if i ruin someone else's evening. i guess thats what it is.

well, i should be off. au revoir!!

who the fuck?

please read the message left on the post from Thursday, November 06, 2003, titled: "NOTA BENE".

yeah. did you read it? who the FUCK is penix?

anyway, i saw the matrix yesterday with chrrristos and cheesey. not enough sex, but there was some titty pinching. i mean, you would fuck around with everyone, too, if YOU knew it was the end of the world, woulnd't you? the movie wasn't bad. since i'm no matrix buff, i took what they had to say for nothing more than what they said...didn't think into it or try to make sense of it all. i guess you would call me a poor movie watcher, but i wanted to watch the movie for the entertainment...not for the allegories, motifs, and hot sex...or did i...?

on the scale of things, its worth seeing in the theatre...not in CT, though, where tickets are fucking 9.00!! i paid 10 bucks to get a round trip taxi, and 9 bucks for the ticket. damn! for that 20 buckeroos, i could've bought a new scarf for scarfing (*wink wink nudge nudge*). i did, however, steal 4 plastic snowflakes and a "VOID" stamp from the ticket counter. take that, bitch! *OWNED!*

today...went to chinese and wrote my english paper on "cell phones" and their abominable detrimental-ness to mankind. i met up with nate and his seeester, kate spade, and we had a grand ol' time: shaws, urban outfitters, adult book store, etc. i bought a really cool street bummy jacket...just enough style to be hip, and just enough sloppiness to be like "look. i'm fashionable and i don't try to be." (erg...*cough*...just like...um...claire) i have to be careful though. people might throw pennies (which is a few letters away from spelling "penises") at me for wearing it.

great dialogue of the (yester)day:
Chrrrristos: i'm going to NYC this weekend.
Me: really?? for what?
Chrrrristos: a friends birthday party. i'm going to take a car.
Me: um...you can't rent a car until you are 25.
Chrrrristos: o. i know. like i'm going to rent a limo.
Me: WHAT THE FUCK? a limo!??!
Chrrrristos: yeah.
Me: use public transportation. take metro north up there, ya ninny!
Chrrrristos: limo services are public. i mean, anyone can call in and order one.

*and scene*

as true as Chrrrristos was, i, and those around me, couldn't help but laugh.

some things i learned from Chrrrristos the other day:
a "Sharon" is a peasant woman.
a "Gary" is a peasant man.

just some important things to know, if i were to, say, go to england or london or something like that.

anyway, tonite there's an 80s dance and "Casino Night" tomorrow (Casino night was ranked in Rolling Stones as one of the best parties!...i'm eggcited).

i bought a jacket yesterday at Salvo Armani, and i handwashed it and threw it in a dryer all by itself, just so that i could wear it tonite. lame, isn't it?

well, i should be out. its a friday night, and i JUST JUST JUST JUST JUST...GOT PAID! (not really, but you get the idea.)

NOTA BENE

ok. my hands feel disgusting. i hate the feeling of shopping at Salvo Armani...you know, your eyes are dry and watery (wait...maybe thats my pink eye), your hands are dusty and smell funny (wait...maybe thats from that thing i did), and you sneeze a lot (wait...maybe thats from SARs).

all in all, cheap clothes have their price: discomfort while shopping.

why don't they make high class cheap clothes stores? WHY GOD? WHY?!?!?!

"yous a hoe...!"

you know. today's post title has no association with today's events...nor last night's events...but it does, however, have a meaning behind it that i will not go into (something about my dad getting really really really mad at my mom so he said:).

anyways, went to chinese today...then went to english (which, in some countries, is pronounced engrish). as usual, i sit in class (we were missing about 4 of the main people that usually talk), so today, i pretty much monopolized the conversation with really really stupid comments...comments that would make the teacher look at me, cringe, and then look for another student to call on in order to stop me from talking. in chinese, its the same way. except for i say really dumb things in chinese that don't make any sense, and since my teacher can't understand what i am trying to say, she fixes my sentence into something that i really wasn't intending to say at all.

*just heard an ambulance siren*
...ahh~...relief...sounds of new haven nature

took a trip with mattack, nate, tor, kate spade, and MODub to "Salvo Armani"...you know, "Salvation Army" but Salvo Armani is the classier way of saying it...its similar to TarJAY and target, if you will.

we went to look for 80s clothes...all i found was a really cool jacket that was NOT 80s at all, but nonetheless a good buy...and a good lay....(that doesn't make any sense. i just wanted to say "good lay.")

anyway, i'm getting really sleepy. i have some vaChinese characters to memorize (remember MemDevs....?) and an essay to write for English. yeah. i can see you are green with envy. well, try not to be. one day, you will have your own essay to write, and you won't have to be so jealous of me.

i hate you all.

progresso

progresso...i know. its a brand of soup, but i think the word "progresso" well categorizes today's events. i feel that things have "progressed", if you will, from their less than happy state from a couple days ago. some might say that my period has gone in remission...i would agree. i'm done with my male period. yeah! chocolate for everyone!!

good things that happened:
*jacko's mom got me a thing of "Viactiv: for women, by women" to keep my bones healthy
*tomorrow is thursday which is one day away from friday
*chinese vocab was easy
*english readings were long, but good reads
*nate's seeester came...who i call "Kate Spade"
*had one jordana brewster, with her "rockin' bod", siting
*one "son of the former president of mexico" siting
*a good phone call with the big bro
*THE OC!!!! (you know...orange county! not 'old campus')
*listenin and playin games on nate's comp
*library outin' with stupoo
*the jews, in general
*had a dream about Meals on Wheels and Momma Cathy

bad things:
*didn't get laid
*bad dinner
*pink eye (or gonorrhea...one or the other)
*guacamole doritos
*didn't get laid
*being up this fucking late
*congential herpes
*got laid, but contracted herpes

well, its time for me to get some sleep. i'll see ya'll in the morn.

in chrrrrristos's humble abode

you might think by "humble abode" i mean "personal island"...but no, i really mean humble abode. compared to the V-suite...this room, LW-C52 is VERY humble.

sucks for them.

but then again, our version of "humble" here at Yale would probably humble the rooms at OTHER schools...e.g. Upenn, Columbia, (you know...the fake "ivy" leagues).

yo yo hoe

here's my personal shout out to "i got the door" tor, nate, mattack, and christmas for making me feel better after my long drought of losing faith in mankind.

i o u (all).

a few mild complaints

A few mild complaints about the Illustrious Vanderbilt Suite bathroom.

yes, in the same way that J Lo said "do not be fooled by the rocks that i got", one should not be fooled by the illustrious title. the v-suite, too, has its own qualms that i must endure, day in and day out.

First off:

The bathroom
*the toilet seat is loose on its hinges, so if you were you sit down, the seat would slip transversely, and cause you to somewhat sit on the actual rim (you know...the part where boys peepee on). ergo, i have exercised my right to use the bathroom on the other side of our room (the one intended for the Berkeley girls) whenever i need to take a big D....and use the boy's toilet to pee pee on.
*the bathroom floor is disgusting, as is the shower floor, which is accumulating in dirtiness. despite the marble paneling in our shower, which, too, is beginning to discolor, the floors are grimey. where's mr. Clean when you REALLy need him?
*the sinks have NO water pressure. they dribble, instead of shoot (no pun intended). this makes the effieciency of hand-wash-age GOOD for the environment, but BAD for time...since it takes 30 minutes to wash you hands.
*the toilet spits at you when you flush it. yes. it spits at you. the amount of jet-propulsion that goes into flushing the toilet water and dung down the drain is so powerful, that water shoots back out...yeah, gross isn't it. hence the reason why i quickly kick the flush with my foot and run out of the stall like a bombs about to go off.

BOMB! BOMB BOMB!!!! BOMB!!!!!

anyway, thats about enough bitching for me...for now. there'll be plenty more...no worries.

-Whaddya know Joe Shmoe-

leaves of three, leave it be. leaves of four, eat some more!

speaking of three..."they" say that everything happens in threes (or at least we unconciously group them that way), and i have a testimonial of an "occurence of three" that happened today:

so, first off, i'm just walking in "Le Dining Hall du Branford" (i just made that up) utilizing the thongs in order to procure a "Yukon Gold Potato" onto my china-ware plate. as i sit down and begin to mill through all the little food-things i acquired, i wipe the left over backwash water (you know...the bit of water that is left on the tray/plate after it has been washed...eww!!) to dry it off...then i move my Yukon Gold Potato onto that newly cleaned section. i grab my silver fork, and delve into its starchy flesh...when suddenly, i notice a mild bruise on the inside (like there was a section of the potato "meat", if you will, that was discolored like a beaten banana). "hm...interesting," i thought to my self...and i poke the brown part with my fork. BAD IDEA. as soon as i poke it, a wad of brown, gunky lava oozes out of the hole and onto the plate. it was repuhhhhhlsive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so, i'm thinking, "wow. thats a bad omen."

i walk over to the Frozen Yogurt machine to get some Butter Pecan Columbo. as i push the stick forward, the machine begins to churn out, not a stream, but clumps out (like you would if you were taking a strange poo). the machine begins to vibrate and fan, and i decide not to get anymore, with fear that the machine could very well break. so i start to look for a plastic spoon. i look at my fro yo. lined around my fro yo is a wonderful row of brown bits, otherwise known as DIRT. MY FUCKING FRO YO HAD DIRT.

at this point, i knew it was 2 bad omens, and i was only a matter of time before the third happened. walking back home from the dining hall, i nearly slipped on the wet pavement...but that was hardly the final bad omen. i walked over to open the gigantic metal doors, and, as usual, i push the "Retard" button so that the doors open for you. the door gently cracked open to let me out, but suddenly, it hinged onto the other door that opposed its motion. its hard to explain, but long story short, the DOOR WAS JAMMED!!!!!!!!!!!!! i had to walk around branford/saybrook to get out to Phelps' Gate in order to get into OC.

wow. i hope nothing else strange happens.

*quivers with fear*

sleeping early tonite

wowie wow wow. its 11:30, i have finished my english reading for tomorrow and i have finished two days' worth of chinese.

is it chilly up in here, OR DID HELL JUST FREEZE OVER??!?!

yes, friends, countrymen, hell just froze over. it's gonna be a long and cold one.

so today, i went to DUH, and the diagnosis:

MURDER.

just kidding.

i know you are dying to know, but i tested positive!! yeah, i'm so excited. i mean, positive means good, and negative means bad. who would want to test negative? i know i wouldn't. so, i went to the doctor to have it tested, and she was like "you tested positive" and perscribed me some medicine. why would i need medicine for being positive? i'm guessing its to keep you ever more positive or something. who knows these days~ all these new fangled gadgets and such. being positive is a great thing, especially when the doctor tells you so.

*glitters with happiness*

feral robotics lab, today, was a crock full of horse shit. as usual. nothing personal to the prof or anything, but all i did was reassemble a servo motor and attach it to a mainframe on which is it able to rotate on an axis bounded by a 5 inch screw where two wheels will be screwed to create the front two wheels of my robotic dog. make sense. yea. didn't think so. it wasn't supposed to make sense.

so, i'm off to get some XXXs and some ZZZs.

and by XXXs, i really mean YYYs.

"it's a beautiful day"

yes. tis true. it is a beautiful day. the leaves are turning and falling, and looking out onto Old Campus, i cannot help but think to myself "Wow. Yale is Good. Yea.", in addition to "Fuck Harvard."

Today, Feral Robotics was cancelled, so i took a lil' trip to DUH to check out my "gonorrhea of the eye" situation. i got an appt for tonite at 6 pm. wish me luck! let's all hope it isn't gonorrhea! (i knew i should've closed my eyes! dammit!)

so anyway...i went to Commons to get some nutritional sustenance, ran into Josie and talked to her a bit about her weekend. afterwards, i planned on going back to the V-suite to finish my chinese...but, of course, i ran into some more kids in front of LDub courtyard...and i was off, once again to make it back to the V-suite. but i ran into Rach laying out on the green, and i chit-chatted with her about how perfect Yale is, how stupid other schools are, and whether or not it is possible to create a function that defines the growth of a tree.

so now, i'm back in the room. planning on doing some chinese...i have a Feral Robotics lab at 3:30. i really really really need to do laundry...strangely, of all the things i am out of, i am out of socks. yes. socks. you know--the little pieces of fabric that sheath around your feet. i have been out of socks for a couple weeks now. i don't get how that happened...i had to recycle a few pairs quite a few times...and now, i'm just "free-balling" it with the socks. yeah- call me crazy!!

i am really glad that yesterday is over. i was up till 3 am finishing my graphic design HW. and when i actually went to bed, i had trouble sleeping. i think its b/c of the nap i took earlier...and the no-doz, creatine, and ecstasy.

and with that, i'm out like a fat kid in dodgeball.

how do i compare thee to a summer's eve?

i think thats how it goes...

so anyway, blog, its been a long time since we have been together. and the reunion is quite nice. i feel really bad to watch you slowly deteriorate into nothing...you have gone from 20 hits a day to 14...and your tag board has lossed its service. the big cool lookin' picture that used to be in the background has perished...

but i shall try to breathe life into thee once again.

yeah, so, anyway.

halloween was strangely titillating. you know...in the way that that guy from "MTV's True Life: I'm a Furry" was turned on my women dressed up with rabbit suits and guys disguised as dogs.

well, it wasn't that titillating. but there were some GRRRRREAT costumes:

*Some Costume-al Highlights*

Meals on Wheels as Avril Lavigne: Avril is so original and so punk and hip. i love her mastery of the Canadian-english language, so eloquent and fluid. she takes lines like:
"He was a SkaterBoy, she said 'See Ya Later' Boy", and makes them so vibrant and florid that one can do nothing else but cry. she is the BEST at being original. thats why i love her.

Snelly as PTA Mom: Mom, what can i say? you had the best outfit hands down. i hope you didn't forget to pick up the kids from the pool...*nudge nudge*

Sportscenter as "The Comical Cow": hmm...not much else to say. it was comical and it was a cow. hence the name, "The Comical Cow."

Juvey as...well...i forgot what the fuck he was. my bad.

ESPN as Death: a few comments: first off, not a very original costume...but nonetheless a good try. secondly, purple. the costume was purple. death should not be dressed in a PURPLE polyester garb--it defeats the whole part about being scary and shit. lastly, the miniature PLASTIC scythe...some work is needed. but on the whole, ESPN has already ordered his costume for next year, so he'll be able to make up for this years...erg...lack of judgement.

Nate as Florida Speed-Walking Old Lady: good idea...but because you didn't wear a wig or anything, you just looked like a Florida Speed-Walking Old MAN with saggy manboobs. good try--but, as always, there's still room for improvement.

Bookie as Rabbit: the ears, they were cute. minimalist was your style, i could see.

Boyette as Slutty Catholic Girl: the juxtoposition b/w you being Jewish, and you being Catholic at the same time was awfully arousing...in a COMPLETELY platonic kind of way...
*wink wink*

Ollie as Iceman: by "as", i mean "is". Ollie is the spitting image of Val kilmer...like literally(Ollie looks like someone ate Val, and spat him out to make Ollie). no offense. great costume...too bad you couldn't wear it at your naked party!
best scenario of the night: dumb blonde walks up to Ollie and says "OMG. have you seen Top Gun?"
NO FUCKING SHIT SHERLOCK! CAPTAIN OBVIOUS! THIS IS YALE YOU FUCKING IDIOT. lord i hope you came from Quinnipiac, ya dumb bitch.

Stef as Goth: stef is scary. stef as goth is even scarier. stef+goth+temper=nightmare.

StuPoo as "Hello My Future Girlfriend": this, by far, gets the "most original" costume (next to Avril, who is the Queen of Originality!). the mullet, pimples, blue shirt, glasses, and sign that said "Please PM if i'm on Yahoo Chat!" coalesced to form the most beauteous costume of all time. good work, matey!

Stecerrama, SWang, Cheesey and SunQuist as "weird 80s girls, who wore glasses, ties, and sandals with ankle warmers": i was a tiny bit confused by the get-up. you went from "retro-nerds" to...this. well, i wouldn't have been able to tell what a retro-nerd was, so whatever. ignorance is bliss, i suppose.

Agustin as "The Cat in the Hat": too cute!

MattAttack in Drag: did you check out those legs? O HONEY~! "shake it like a polaroid!"

So. thats about it with the Halloween costumes. as far as the night went, it was pretty fun. LIQU-OR-TREATING was fun for those who drank...but for those of us, you know who you are, who decided to puff instead...life was just as good! Yale Symphony Orchestra was great...!! i'm glad i went. the soloist up there was a fucking...

***INTERIM: MY THREE ROOMMATES WERE JUST CALLED To GO TO THE HOUSE FOR A PLEDGE EVENT. SUCKS TO THEIR ASTHMARS!***

...amazing. she got up there and played this concerto-type shindig with the orchestra, and it was awesome. how i wish i had a musical talent!

so. its sunday today. i woke up crying for some reason. i don't know why. i'm not depressed or anything, but i hate sundays in general. last night, though, my eye started to REALLY hurt after the Suite 13 performance. and it hurt all night and i actually *brace yourself* eye-boogered a whole bunch. this morning, i could barely open my eye. i thought i had pink-eye, but the boogers went away, and everything was OKAY, except for my eyes were still red. they didn't hurt or anything...so i took a benadryl to calm the redness. it didn't help at all. it just made me look really high cus i was really drowsy, so after finishing my chinese, i took a nap...woke up...lolligagged and finished my graphic design.

so back to being depressed, i was really down for a while, but i think it was b/c of the weather, the day, and the benadryl. so i'm feeling good now. dont' worry, kids...no defenstration for me tonite! can i just say how amazing suite 13 was? for those of you who are ignorant to the light, S13 is an EXTREMELY perverted vulgar offensive sketch group (right up my ally). they had a performance in a SCHOOL lecture hall. bookie, stef and i walk in, and there is a bottle of tequila, beers, and cigarettes next to the pamphlets. we walk into this beautiful auditorium, with gigantic acrylic paintings of old men on the wall, old wooden seats and victorian molding, the ceiling covered with intricate paintings...so anyway, we walk in, and people are smoking, drinking beers, puffin on ciggs, and PASSING JOINTS!!! it was great. i loved it.

o Yale! free alcohol, weed, and cigarettes? it doens't get much better than that.

my roommates said they missed my blog. so i did this for them. its all for you: juvey and sportscenter. what would i do without you?

i, however, need to be constantly reminded to work on my blog. i miss it soo much...i'm going to try and make a habit out of it, once more!

l'chi-em!

"Joe joe on the Radio"