Mmmm...... Journals

The world is just awesome.

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 23:42:25 GMT

Yesterday was Earth Day and I hope everyone celebrated it by planting trees and drinking stream water. My big Earth Day contribution was taking aluminum cans to the recycling center. Obviously I've had better Earth Days. Today and last week I also cleared a ton of brush and invasive plants from Janet's backyard. No more Mustard Seed, no more foxglove, no more weeds. OK, that may be an exaggeration but there's a whole lot less of the bad stuff. Sometimes it's pretty fun to get real dirty and pull up weeds. I recommend it.

This Earth Day did give me a little bit of hope that perhaps we are moving in the right direction though. For the first time since I was born the federal government is trying to raise mpg standards in order to alleviate greenhouse gas emissions. Although California and a number of other states have already passed, or at least tried to pass, legislature raising fuel standards in an effort to reduce GHG emissions this is the first national attempt to raise standard since, I think, 1980. About damn time! Although I am a little put off about the clause in the act which disallows states putting tighter limits on GHG emissions. States can put tighter restrictions on other things, i.e. CEQA v. NEPA, so why not controlling GHG emissions? I hardly see that harm in that.

Also yesterday Los Angeles passed a law to require large commercial and residential buildings to be built with recycled materials and energy efficient heating, cooling and lighting. Considering that buildings create about 25% of all GHG emissions this is certainly another good step.

California has been ahead of the curve for a while now though thanks in large part to green thumb Schwarzenegger becoming governor. From the protection of oceans, to creating massive land conservancies to signing landmark global warming initiatives, AB 32, Arnold has done quite a bit and it's nice to see the federal government finally getting the idea. Hopefully whoever takes over after Bush can sign Kyoto and send us down a greener path.

So why the crap dont any presidential candidates talk about the environment? It's clearly a huge issue not only at home in the U.S., but in the whole world. Dude, what gives? I don't understand it at all. If we would look long term we would see that this issue is bigger than any and all other issues and give it a little bit more air time. But no. It angers me because for me the environment weighs more than all other issues combined.

That being said there is one super delegate whose choice for the democratic nomination I desperately want to know. I'm pretty sure Al Gore knows more about the environment, and how to curb our destruction of it, than anyone else with similar political power. Although I believe that Hillary would make a better president I would surely vote for Obama if Al Gore casts his super delegate vote for him. Obama has already said that there is a place for Gore in his cabinet, but who knows what kind of power he would have there. Only time will tell but for now it's a good day to be green. There's green legislature on the way, a greener president on the way and greener pastures ahead. (I really hope those last two are true)

Random fact(s) of the day.
1. The number 1 contributor of C02 into the atmosphere is fires from slash and burn agriculture. Boo South America.
2. The number 1 contributor of methane into the atmosphere is cows, followed by termites. Seriously, termites. But methane is something like 25 times worse for global warming than CO2 so be don't support the meat and dairy industry! Cows are responsible for almost the same amount of GHG emissions as cars, and that's a fact!

Busted!

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 03:17:35 GMT

So my dad is the "captain" of the Tarzana neighborhood watch and he just got a call from a crazy old lady named Ann who thought there was a "suspicious" car in front of her neighbors house. How and why she thought it was suspicious? Anyones guess. When you're 84 years old I imagine you think everything is pretty suspicious. So my dad sends me down to see if there was anything suspicious going on and sure enough in a white camary are 4 high school students passing the peace pipe. I totally busted them! I made them roll down their window and told them they should move along, to which the driver responded "I was looking at this house, I'm a realtor." Hmmm... 17 years old, smelling of weed and parked across the street from a house for sale at night. Somehow I doubt that is true. After we chatted they did move along and it was all because I totally busted them. Ha, it feels good to be on the other side of the busting for once!

Only because people hate me because I don't

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 19:30:02 GMT

This is in honor of an unnamed source, who will be attending Columbia in the fall, who told me that the reason people hate me is because I don't update LJ anymore.

Do you ever just plain feel strange, uneasy or otherwise not right? Sometimes I do and last night was one of those times. Primarily I felt strange because after spending a weekend with friends in sunny and hot San Diego I realized that I was the only one there without a full-time career-type job and one of just a couple that weren't in a serious relationship. It seems that all my friends have grown up and I, well, have decided not to. It also didn't help that when I got home my dad and step mom were obviously really high and I'm pretty sure the dog was high too. That's added slightly to the oddness I felt.

I also found out that I've pretty much lost one of my best friends to his girlfriend who just moved in with him. The only time he was the guy I remember was when I drove with him, and only him, for 30 minutes from one place to another. Before and after that he was there to please his girlfriend and say all the right stuff to her. Lame.

I also realized that a lot of the fun parts of life pretty much end when you jump into the real world. Talking to my friends now and 6-12 months ago about their jobs I can see that. Before, they hated their jobs because they had no free time, hardly any friends and couldn't do nearly as many enjoyable things. Now all those facts remain but they're not as unhappy with their jobs/lives. It seems that everyone has just changed their outlook and put work first and friends, fun and leisure second. They've sacrificed fun for job security, health benefits and stock options. Perhaps that's why everyone seems to be in a serious relationship. They can't hang out with lots of friends so they just hang out with one person who happens to live with them.

I really don’t like that notion. For the last year I've been more or less running from career jobs and bumming from place to place enjoying the ride. I'm still in the mode of hanging out with friends, having lots of fun and not caring about benefits, stock options and mortgage payments. I know I've got a job this summer in a beautiful location where I'll be able to make lots of friends, have lots of fun and not care about much else, but then what? Can I really keep running from "responsibility"? Perhaps if responsibility and the "real" world didn't seem to drag people down so much I'd be more inclined to jump in head first. I know though that when this summer gig ends I'm going to have to re-evaluate and will probably end up inching my way into a boring and probably quite normal life. In my heart I would like to keep on being a bum but it's too hard to make and lose friends constantly. Not only that but the more I seem to vagabond around the harder it is to stay in touch with the friends I already have, the ones I know I want to keep for life. It hurts to let go of a friend you've known for a few months but it hurts a lot more to lose the ones you've known since before you had a cell phone, a car or a deeper voice.

I think I've realized that I am, in fact, getting older and no matter how hard I try I can't stay fun-loving high school or college student forever. I've known people who have worked from season to season their whole life and loved every minute of it. I probably would love to do that too but all signs seem to point in a different direction. In the end I'm pretty sure we're all sheep, whether we know it or not.

Is this what life is about?

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 23:55:26 GMT

After 4+ years I've finally let loose. These past two quarters I have been so incredibly laid back and free of worries it almost scares me. I no longer feel stress for classes or work or anything really. I've stopped making the effort to hang out with people who I don't really like and haven't really minded seeing them go. I have no worries and it's god damn amazing! I find myself downtown freely wasting large quantities of money on alcohol at least 3 nights a week. Getting drunk and dancing like a fool is ridiculously fun for some reason. I'm also having a romantic relationship with a coworker (my boss) and only seem to hang out with people who actually care about me. It took me this long, but I'm finally embracing the SLO life. I know it's all because I'm never coming back to this place past June but who cares, live it up while you can! There's this whole "real world" thing out there that most of my friends are already a part of and from all accounts it sucks. I've only go a few more months before I have to join that world so for the next few months I'm just going to do what I want and not care about the repercussions. SLO will forget me by July so why not take advantage of what's here now? I see no reason.

Awesome quote

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:22:40 GMT

My dad just told me this story. So apparently the kids from Taft HS come up to the cul de sac in front of our house and smoke pot. The neighborhood watch had a meeting about these "horrible" people and how to deal with them. At this meeting Ann, who is a 75ish year old woman, stood up and said "I've been spying on these people from my house. They're smoking out of this glass thing and then pouring liquid out of the glass and into the street in front of my house. I'm worried they might start a fire, I think that liquid is flammable." I guess they didn't have bongs back in those days.

On a side note, alcohol is ruining my life and I don't even seem to mind. Funny that.

Note*

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 18:05:57 GMT

Never *ever* say the word "dominatrix" at a lesbian dinner party. For some reason they don't like that and will rip out your soul because of it.

If you know someone who is a bad driver, having them drive you home when they are slightly intoxicated is one hell of a scary experience. Praying helps.

Having people graduate and leave is both happy and sad.

Alcohol is my friend.

Going to the bars alone is pretty lame.

Putting on a Scottish accent and going to the bars is awesome! Not only do you get to talk like your scottish, but you make tons of friends (who you can never speak to again), you get to complain about american beer and get pints of american beer bought for you. It helps if you have a semi-convincing Scottish accent to begin with.

Working the week after finals as well as from the 27th-29th of december is no way to spend the holidaze.

By my logic...

Fri, 01 Dec 2006 20:20:55 GMT

...I go to a better school than MIT, Brown, Berkeley and most definitely Wesleyan.

http://www.usatoday.com/news/education/2006-11-02-collegerates_x.htm

Suckers!

Ah, Thanksgiving

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 04:20:11 GMT

Even with all it's sprawl, congestion, and weirdo's, I really do enjoy Los Angeles. Although I doubt I could ever live in that town full time, I do enjoy hitting it up for a dew days at a time. There's just so much stuff you can do in L.A. that you can't do most places, like hitting up clubs until two in the morning and then going to Jerry's for a deliciously sloshy meal. I also enjoy crowd of people I associate myself with down in the lala land. I always have a good time being around them folks, unlike many of the SLO crowd.

Speaking of SLO, we got a new cat last week. Friggin' adorable! It's a calico cat with patches of orange, brown and white. We named it Sgt. Pepper, but will most likely just call it pepper or pep or something similar. I'm not sure what will happen to it once the summer rolls around, but there's a lot of time between then and now.

Seriously, what's with marriage?

Tue, 07 Nov 2006 05:05:12 GMT

I just heard some interesting news today. Some very interesting news. Cristin, the girl who was by better half while we were in New Zealand, is engaged to be married. Why is everyone getting married I ask? This makes 5 couples I am good friend with being bed before their 23rd birthdays. This one is especially troubling to me though for obvious reasons. This is the girl who I probably had more of an affection towards than anyone else I've know, and she marrying someone I've never seen. I'm so confused as to what to feel. Should I be happy she's found someone she feels is perfect or pissed off because, as always, thousands of miles kept our relationship to getting to that level. I don't know really, all I know is that I'm churning up inside. How did all off this happen, and why do people want to get married so young? At 23 am I missing the boat? I truly believe I'm not, but maybe I'm wrong.

age is just a number

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 05:48:14 GMT

In the newspaper, when you read about someone who is 23, you think to yourself "that person is young." But being 23 I feel kinda old to me. I think it's because at 23 I really haven't done all that much. I went to New Zealand and worked in Kings Canyon, that's about it. I haven't done anything to really change many people or change the world. But why does that make me feel old? I have no idea.

I do know this though: Working 20+ hours a week and carrying a full class schedule sucks ass. I get home and am too drained to hang out with friends or do much of anything fun. Yes money is good, but a more complete social life is nice as well. I think I realized that in L.A. this weekend, but I'm not gonna quit my job. I'll just complain about it a lot.

Meow

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 04:38:55 GMT

I've had awful luck with cats lately. In the summer my cat Biffy died prematurely, something that made me extremely sad at the time. Then our house cat, Buckley, died from a rattlesnake bite. And last week the cat that I got with my mom three years ago, Jake, died after getting struck by a car. That's three cats in about 3 months dying after ten years of never having a cat I cared greatly about die on me. You wouldn't think that a furry ten pound animal would have such an emotional effect on you, but it does. Poop. We're getting a new house cat sometime in the next few weeks and I can only hope the fate shines more brightly on it.

Going to the mountains this weekend was quite enjoyable, but also brought on waves of nostalgia. I miss my summer in the mountains a lot, more than I thought I would when I left. I had dreams both nights of people and places I got to know this summer and woke up both mornings swearing into the morning sunshine, wishing I could bring those memories back to life. I'll have to wait a while though and as we all know, the waiting is the hardest part.

Awesome

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 01:30:48 GMT

So I was already pissed off this week about a number of things. Being trapped in SLO, missing some friends from graduation and other reasons, and wishing I could start fresh somewhere new, etc. when the man got me.

Fuck the god damn man. I bought a book for one of my classes at the start of the quarter only to find out a few days ago that it was for the wrong section. Oops. It was past the return date on text books and I didn't want to pay another 100 bucks on a text book so I went into the book store to look at this book. I decided to copy down the most prevalent information from it, and did so. After about 5 minutes someone came up to me and told me I couldn't do that in the bookstore. So I decided to take this book to the breakroom which is about 5 feet away and connected to, but not technically part of, the bookstore to finish my page of notes. Well low and behold within about a minute the campus police come and arrest me for petty theft and violation of copyright laws. Although it was completely obvious that I wasn't trying to steal or deface this god damn book I am now a common criminal like Ted Bundy or Ted Kazinski. OK maybe not that bad of a criminal, but still. The officer was "nice" to me and decided not to press charges and instead I just have to pay some fine which he arbitrarily decides upon. Sweet! This fucking blows. I hate the man. Especially when he gets me for some bullshit thing like this. Grr! Yeah, it's my own fault but I think a simple "I'm sorry." would have done just as well. This week just got even less fun, but I get to go to the mountains this weekend! Hooray for that!

Is this for real?

Wed, 17 May 2006 04:19:18 GMT

Is everyone serious? Is marriage the new "in" thing? I know of for couples getting married this summer. I'm planning on going to three of them (two of them are on the same day). That's eight people I know getting married. All of them less that 24 years of age. At work there's someone getting married on saturday. She's 24. There's also a girl who is pregnant and getting married in a few months. She's 22. And there's another person at work who is already married. And he's 21. What the hell? Am I missing something? Did I not get the memo that it's ultra cool to get married before you're done with college? Is this a Cal Poly thing or is every college like this? I think it's stupid to get married before 28 at the earliest because there's just so much out there to learn and see and experience that you can't really get if your married. I try and tell people this as I get told I'm "a selfish person". I guess I am. Many people I know, mostly girls, are infatuated with the idea of marriage and wouldn't mind being married themselves. Brittany Spears must be their role models. I don't understand it, not at all. I'm going to having kick ass time in the Sequoia's this summer and 8 people I'm good friends with will be deciding which side of the bed they're going to sleep on for the rest of their lives... or at least until they get divorced. Hard to fathom.

Reflections

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 04:28:10 GMT

I fear this may be a long entry but I'm not sure anyone still reads these so no biggie.

I wonder about my relationship with my father. It seems so parched now. I haven't been home without some reason whether it be his birthday or my brother coming back since last year. I feel he made it that way though. I may be incredibly selfish when I say this but it angers me that he wont pay for the rest of my college. He told me before I came here he'd have my back when I needed it. Apparently not. What angers me more though was a comment he made to me last week when I told him I was working at the bookstore (yes I actually have a job). He said something like "That's great, that'll really help us out." What? You haven't given me a thing since january and you have no intention of giving me anything ever again. Help us out? There's no "us" in "me". I'm helping myself out so I wont have to take out quite as much in student loans for next year. I feel our relationship has deteriorated so much that it's beyond repair. I don't know the last time either one of us told the other something personal. It's the same banal trite conversation that comes up over and over again. Fantasy basketball now takes up most of our talk time. I don't even know what the hell he's doing with his life. I know he's buying a condo in Costa Rica and that's about it. It's ben a conscious choice not to go back to LA but I miss it. I miss the people I know there. I want to go back just to see those people, and Biff, but don't want to stay in that house. It's always awkward and hard to deal with. Poo

Being in SLO every almost every weekend this quarter really made me realize how much I need to get out. I can deal with this place, but I can't live in this place. I've come a long way from the wining bitchy guy that felt SLO was an absolute shit hole, but I still see how much this place is not me. I'm an individual. I'm creative. I'm not afraid to break the mold. Half the people I see here are the same. They're plastic. They want to be the pretty california girls with the big glasses and the airhead mindset. I hate that. That's disgusting. And that's how so many people here are. I've found a few good individual free thinkers since I came back from New Zealand, but now enough to make me happy. It's hard living in a place where you know that being different is something bad and abnormal. I struggle with that. I don't understand why people can't think for themselves. I can't understand how so many people can be part of the religious right. I can't understand the perfected propaganda that so many people here buy into. I can understand being religious, but I can't understand how so many people go off the deep end. It troubles me. It troubles me that so few people can see how wrong they are. But maybe I'm wrong. But maybe I'm not. At least now I have some people to fall back on with this idea. I've met a few people who tend to agree with me that breaking the mold is not a bad thing, but I still need to get out of here every once in a while. Which is another reason why I wish I was on better terms with the old man. If it was easy for me to go home I would. But I just can't. I think I might go home this weekend though. Too much of a bad thing can make anyone go mad.

I have a summer job. I'm working at Grant Grove in Kings Canyon National Park for the summer doing something that so many people have said I was made for; being a ranger. It should be awesome. This last year I've looked into joining the bureaucracy of the world and becoming and environmental lawyer or consultant or something like that but it all seems so boring. CEQA, NEPA, EIR's, EIS's they're all so incredible dull. I don't care about that stuff. I care about being outside. Yes I'm a tree hugging hippie, but at least I embrace it. If I could live in the forest every day I probably would. Which is why this summer is going to be awesome. Half working in a ranger station, half doing backcountry patrols. God damn awesome. Of course I'm not really getting paid so I'm still gonna need a small pile of money for the next school year, but I think I'll be able to live. I'll take getting very little money and working in a place I'll love over getting paid decently and having to be in an office all day. That doesn't help me pay for July and August's rent when I wont be living in SLO, but whatever.

Nostalgia. It hit me just a few hours ago. I put all my pictures on my friends computer and came across a few videos of New Zealand I hadn't seen for a while. Nothing like you and some friends having fun to kick you in the teeth. So incredible nostalgic at the moment. Looking at what I had and what I have now is just amazing. Both good and bad. Ah, it pains me. Never happening again though. Right after that I talked to my brother for half an hour. That didnt help either. Talking to him and also made me see hoe much good their could be for me if I was there. And then I walked out to my kitchen and realized how life really is. Yuck. This weekend I hung out witha few of my friends I hadn't seen for a while. I'll admit, I was excited to see them because it had been a while. Then I saw them and realized how superficial and disgusting they had become. They used to be free thinkers and what I saw yesterday was anything but that. I saw three people who valued themselves on how many friends they had and how many clothes they owned. I think that's what angers me the most is seeing people before they were absorbed by Poly and after. I just want to show people what happened to them, because I can feel it happening to me. I don't feel like I'm as cool or interesting as I was 4 years ago or in New Zealand. The life has been sucked out. Grr... Case and point, I heard a conversation the other day two people were having abot who tanned better. Are you serious? Yet another reason why I want to leave but can't.

And on that note I'll end this whiny piece. Turned out I was right. This thing was really long. Go me!

The joys of family

Tue, 11 Apr 2006 04:56:11 GMT

There's something about seeing family together that you haven't seen for a while that's really special. The conversation is joyous, the mood is pleasant and there's fun to be had by all. That was basically what this weekend was. I had such a good time talking about past glories with mummy, brother, sista and mummie. You don't get that same kind of conversation with friends. They just know you so well and have experienced so many of the most momentous moments in you life. I think I overlook family sometimes. Maybe it's not so much overlooking, but forgetting about. It's not really a bad thing though. If you don't long for the next time your family is together you wont be disappointed when it turn out to be one of those annoying drama filled family visits. This one wasn't like that. It was terribly nice and I'll miss this weekend, but only for a little while. Then I'll forget until the next opportunity rolls around.

Most religion is simply life insurance and a get out of ignorance free card. If your Christian you "know" there's an afterlife and that's all your living on this putrid earth for. A silly idea if you ask me. It's also a way to get out of thinking for yourself. Why do you not like gay people? Because it says so in the bible. It's basing your beliefs on a, until proven otherwise, fictitious book rather that coming to your own conclusions on the matter. Why base your belief structure on a book? Don't you want to experience life for yourself and come to your own conclusions?

Lucky me

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 08:55:09 GMT

I deserve to be in jail right now. For sure. I was the DD and was definitely not under the legal limit, yet still pulled an illegal U-turn in front of a cop and didn't get pulled over. I have no idea why he didn't start flashing his lights. Perhaps it was because I signaled for my illegal U-turn. Perhaps it's because I'm a lucky piece of shit. I'm going to be counting my lucky stars tonight, that's for sure.

Raining again

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 21:07:45 GMT

Where the hell am I? I couldn't be in California, at least not the always beautiful and sunny central coast. It's been raining for the last week with no end in sight. What the hell?

My brother got back from New Zealand on wednesday at to celebrate we went skiing in Mammoth. It was the first time I went up the 395 for about 2 years and holy shit the Sierra's are beautiful. I used to play in them all the time but since these last few knee surgeries have stayed pretty clear. I need to go back there. A lot. They're so striking, especially in the winter. Massive snow covered peaks hovering above the Owens Valley like gods. Amazingly snow capped and extremely intimidating in their March glory, I can't help but stare at them constantly. It makes me wish I could go back to the days when Ansel Adams went wild photographing and exploring them, or even farther back when John Muir was the first to summit many of their prominent peaks. Just amazing. Now many mountain sides are scarred by roads or trails and high class mountain town with ski resorts are a common site. I wish I could see them in their purest form, but alas that wont happen any time soon. For now I'll just marvel at them from a far and perhaps some days soon will undertake a massive backpacking trip or twenty and explore their inner working.

So my brother back in the states. That's fun. He's still a silly silly man. Too silly for words really. It's nice seeing him, we have a lot in common and have a lot of fun together.

School sucks. After spring break I came back here and was like "Ugh, I hate this place." and got very annoyed. Last weekend I went to Mammoth, forgot all about school and the came back and went "Ugh, I hate this place." and got very annoyed and I'm sure this weekend will be just the same when my mom, brother, sister in-law and Janet come up to visit. Bugger that. I've figured out how to deal with this place and not be so bitter all the time, but it still sucks. Oh well.

I also got dropped from a class last thursday for no real reason. The professor asked who wasn't graduating in the next two quarter and for the ten of us who raised our hands, he gave us the boot. I don't think that's at all legal, but oh well. I'm not going to fight it. Now I need to find another class before thursday or I'll only have 11 units and that's no good.

No Spring Break, don't end!

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 05:51:05 GMT

I am so not happy about going to school tomorrow. Fuck man. I just had a sweet as break and in less than 12 hours I'm going to be sitting in class wishing I was dead. Poop. I spent the last 5 days climbing, hanging out with chill people, getting really dirty and being really happy. I haven't taken a shower since monday and it feels awesome! I just left everything behind and focused on absolutely nothing. It was so peaceful. It was so beautiful. And now it's so over. We were in climbing in Red Rocks, which is about 45 mins from Vegas, and being absolutely silly. There were no computers, no TV's, no classes, no worries. We also smoked a shit pile of pot. I've never been so high for so long I my life. It was 5 days of smoking 5 times a day. Definitely don't need any more weed for a long time. I'm gonna have a few SARD's (Substance Abuse Rests Day) coming up here. Probably about 30 of them in a row. But that's not the point. The point is spring break was god damn amazing. Total detachment from everyday crappy life and total involvement in climbing and hanging out with cool people. I will miss you spring break, you did me good...

A week without school

Tue, 21 Mar 2006 21:15:15 GMT

It's all done. No more classes winter quarter, no more projects, papers or presentations. I'm done, all done! Thank the lord Jerry Seinfeld for winter quarter 2006 to be over. I'm never taking 5 classes ever again, it's far too much work. But lets forget about school shall we, it's spring break!

Sadly, I'm not in Cancun or some other spring break haven. But then again I doubt I'd enjoy myself that much anyways. Instead I went on a roommate backpacking trip that was supposed to last from sunday until today, but got cut back to sunday and monday because of buckets of rain. Very enjoyable never the less. We crossed the mighty Carmel river a number of times, the last of which with the water at tinkle deep. Our camp was jolly, we set of fireworks, played football threw rocks rock hillsides and commenced similar activates. All and all it was a great time before it started pouring, and even then it was quite enjoyable. Just like spring break should be. Now I'm off to Red Rocks in Nevada to climb for 3 days before returning and starting another long quarter next monday. No time to worry about that though, it's spring break and time to kick back, relax, and leave all those worries behind.

Best extra credit question ever

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 01:22:30 GMT

This was the extra credit question for my environmental law class:

Please select and recommend to President Bush a character chosen from fictional characters in literature, drama, movies or television, to become the next U.S. Supreme Court Justice. Please write a short nominating speech supporting why you believe your nominee is best-suited for appointment to become the next Justice, including, but not limited to, your nominee's anticipated judicial attitude toward environmental-related legal issues.

So who did I choose? Captain Planet of course! Is there really a better choice, I mean really.

Being rich must be like that

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 07:01:11 GMT

What an absolutely silly weekend in Vegas. And by silly I mean awesome! I was basically treated like royalty the entire time I was there. We figured it out and if I was to pay the full price for the entire weekend I would have had to shell out somewhere near two grand. As it was I spent a little less than three hundred on everything. From the 425 a night room to the 325 a round golf resort to the 200 dollar dinners to the cheap 100 dollar shows, oh man, I lived it up. Definitely not the wild and crazy vegas trip I expected but I'll take what I got without anything close to a harsh word. I have never lived so high class in my life and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to go to a restaurant again and not feel the slightest bit odd about ordering an 18 dollar appetizer, a 47 dollar entree, a 16 dollar desert and a 30 dollar glass of whiskey to go along with two sixty dollar bottles of wine. Holy shit man, I have never eaten so well. My meal on friday night may have very well been the best meal I've ever eaten and the one on saturday, although disappointing compared to the friday one, was a definite top 7. I don't understand how we got such an amazing package. I don't feel like I deserved the treatment I got, but I sure as hell am not going to complain. Vegas baby, there's only one place on earth like it.

Vegas Baby!

Fri, 10 Mar 2006 15:30:45 GMT

Holy shit do I need this weekend. Monday I was at school from 8 am to 10 pm, tuesday I was there from 9-10, wednesday I was there from 8-11 and yesterday, my rest day I was there from 12-11. But but but, after I take my final in 30 minutes and turn in and present my research report at 9 I'm done until next wednesday. So what will I do in my free time? Go to Las Vegas! Fuck yeah! I need this break so bad and it's gonna be so good. Well, if I can remember it I will be so good. It'll be back to reality when I get back with 4 finals on wednesday and thursday but fuck that for now. Vegas Baby!

Too much school

Thu, 02 Mar 2006 09:03:43 GMT

I haven't gotten home from school before ten in weeks. It's starting to drive me crazy. Tonight I got kicked off campus by the police because I accidentally set off one of the motion sensor at school and set off the alarm. Good job me. Tomorrow I meet with the Chamber of Commerce to present our project. It's mostly done, and I hope they like it. If they don't I dunno what I'll do. Live in a cave for a while probably. No, no, can't do that I have to write a ten page paper this weekend and finish another big project. School has got me by the noodles right now and it sucks. There's something depressing about driving to school listening to the Bob and Tom show and then coming home listening to Loveline. It means the whole day has come and gone and I've just been sitting in class or the GIS lab. Ugh, work overload!

It's really nice to sit in my backyard and listen to the frogs and birds when I get home. It's relxing.

Stupid game

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 01:32:43 GMT

Rock paper scissors is a stupid game. I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no fucking way Paper can beat Rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. When I play rock/paper/scissors I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit, I'm sorry I thought paper would protect you, you asshole.

What's the deal with females I like nowadays? Twice this week I've gotten to know a member of the opposite sex quite well and both times it turns out they had boyfriends. My luck sucks. Every time I meet an awesome girl they either live a million miles from me or are already taken. Damn it man! Why must life be so cruel?

Soooooo tired

Tue, 21 Feb 2006 19:19:41 GMT

Last night I was the single worst night I've gotten in a long long time. There's no real reason behind it either, which is extra annoying. It could be because I think I'm getting sick, but I don't think a little soar throat would keep me up all night. I also have no idea why I'm getting sick. It couldn't have been from anything I did last weekend, could it? Hmm...

Last weekend was a good time. I was out with Tony, Arad and Co. until the wee hours every night with no regrets. It was also my dad's birthday party which was actually somewhat entertaining. Vegas in 3 weeks! Woohoo!

And now I'm going to be a zombie for the rest of the day.

Neeeeed sleeeeeep.......