well. the test was a blast. by "a blast" I mean that I woke up too late to go. The test instructions clearly stated -- in red bold underlined typeface -- that if you weren't there at 7:00a, you're humped. It takes 20 minutes to drive there, let alone get into one of the two gates to park, and I woke up at 6:45a. So I was screwed. Or so I thought.

Turns out that they let people in up until 7:45a.

Well fuck it. I wasn't going to pass anyway. There were subjects there that I hadn't seen in literally 7 years. I should've started studying three months ago, but I started the week before. (Go rationalization.)

I wound up having a productive weekend nonetheless. I caught up with my Tae Kwon Do master and a few other friends, and even made it back down to San Luis in time to catch the Open House/Earth Day festivities.

I've got pictures too, but I'm pretty busy. Perhaps tonight, after I catch Speech from Arrested Development and a member of the Pharcyde downtown.

It's raining a bit, and I saw two arcs of lightning and the most glorious thunder while writing this entry alone.

And. Coachella's predicting clear skies and highs in the 80s on Saturday and the low 90s on Sunday!!!!! dear lord, this may just be worth being herded around like a cow.

Moo.

There really should be a fucking cow icon.

shh..

It's raining quite a bit outside my sliding glass door/window, and it's all I can do to keep from putting on mellow music and sitting close enough to the window/door to let my breath fog up the glass.

But I can't. I'm shooting to turn my senior project in by next week and I'm woefully behind. The plan was to have it done by now, so I can enjoy this last quarter of school. But plans and me don't mix well.

I just made myself a quesadilla. We threw an awesome party last Friday, and I tought a Taiwanese student how to make a quesadilla. He grimaced at the idea of just a tortilla and cheese (despite my suggestions for putting in other yummy things like sour cream and guac and chicken bits), but oh man, his face was priceless when he took a bite. He insisted I teach him how, and he made 5 quesadillas and shared them with everyone.

It was really an awesome night, but we were too drunk to take pictures. bleh.

sometimes I think about the fun times like these that aren't going to happen anymore. I'll be in a place where there won't be people my own age who'll get pop culture references or be up on the latest technology or internet meme, or.. okay, gonna stop being negative.

unicorns and butterflies everywhere, bitches.

be right back, gonna by me a rainbow.

moldy cheese and an old milkshake
do not a happy tummy make.