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holy shit. holy mother fucker. shit balls fucking christing crappy poop!!

I need to register for a class, and our State of the Art (more like State of the Arse) registration system is inundated with lazy registrants like myself trying to add classes before the system goes down for the wknd.

So.. yeah.

Frick. New Year's. I should write about that real quick.

There were pictures taken, but I have none of those at the mo. Nothing incredibly debaucherous happened, except for the random party becrashment of three people off the street. Well, is it really crashing if they're kinda-sorta invited?

I was out in front of my buddy's NEW HOUSE which he BOUGHT (and I'm 6 months older than him, still in school, and without a definite career path, hooray self-esteem!) in midtown Sacramento. From across the street, three people yell/ask if I knew of any happening parties. I said, "maybe," and tried to get to know them a little. They were youngins, not much older than 21, and they seemed innocent enough. Stupid me, (and stupid Dan, too, he didn't have to come out and tell them which house was his) I let them join the festivities, which at that point consisted of me, Dan, and a girl who was coming who I'd met on the train a few months ago.

Now I'm pretty gullible, but I'm also paranoid. It's a bipolar kind of action between the two. In terms of electronic properties (where in capacitors, current leads the voltage), my gullibility leads my paranoia, and it takes paranoia 5 minutes to catch up to my rational thought. When I met those two Dutch dancing/puppetteering girls in Paris who wanted me to play guitar for them while they danced over a subway grate that shot up air that made their gothic dresses flow up around their waists, I was pretty scared that at some point a gang of parisian mafia would jump out of the bushes and sell me into brown slavery -- but that time I had my buddy Emily with me. She can make men's heads implode by looking at them.

However this time, I had the kung fu stylings of a Menonite (they're pacificts), and a skilled swing dancer.

Fortunately, the girls didn't turn out to be ninjas, and we're actually quite sweet. The guy, however, turned out to be an angry, angry, angry gay boy. He was so angry. He asked us if we watched some TV show, I think it was Sex in the City. When we said no, he scoffed. Then he asked us if we'd seen some movie. Negatory. Again with the scoffing. Then he asked if we played D&D.

...

WTF? Son of the scoff. So when we get him a drink (they brought none), he puckers up his face and asks if we have some Good Vodka. Then he asks if anyone wants to smoke out. Nobody did. He went ahead and whipped out his TOBACCO PIPE with NO SCREEN and packed it up. It's not that I didn't think of him as not worthy to share a bowl with, it's just that I had to serve as liason between the house owner and my buddy and her sister who knew no one.

So Train Girl comes over with her sister. Things were surprisingly not awkward, and we all drank and would've had a great time if not for the torrents of angry coming from Angry Boy everytime Dan would refused to let himself be picked up by him. Yeah, he was hitting on Dan. Dan was a boyscout, looks like a boyscout, and is totally invisible on even the most sensitive person's gaydar.

Annnd. Well, there was some weirdness with Train Girl, but I'll be brief and vague about it: When we'd met on the train, pretty much the entire hour and a half we talked, we talkded about her. And her exboyfriends.

That night, I thought maybe we'd be able to talk about something else, and even have more fun since one of the first things she told me was that she and her current boyfriend split up. But no. Exboyfriends. And then: current "boyfriend-like-relationship". The entire night. The entire night, until 4am, she wouldn't stop talking. "Hey!" says Dan, "Let's hop in the spa!" What do we talk about? ohh.. relationships. We shared opposite legs of an L-couch. And she just went on and and on with no sign of stopping until I got an idea.

I talked about myself for 5 minutes.

She was fast asleep by the end.

Ta-da!

And then my dad called me at 6am telling me that I should start driving to San Luis RIGHT THIS SECOND. I might as well, since I couldn't get back to sleep. I was so out of it that I could swear that we were having an earthquake at some point.

So.. yeah. New Year's! hooray.

Annnd.. is that registration system working yet?. No. Fuck that thing.

I'ma do fun stuff now. Hope your weekend is fun!