A DAMN LONG TIME

It's been a damn long time since my last entry and what can I say but there's little to stifle your inspiration like starting school after a long summer and becomming suddenly paranoid that all the drinking you've been doing in your life has finally caught up with you and you're starting to pay the consequence of having fewer brain cells than you thought. I was preoccupied with the idea for a while that I was going to actually have to work really hard to get through school. I think it was the trip to Canada that did it in which I drank harder than I ever have in my life and after two weeks noticed that my tolerance was considerably higher. It was worth it though- it was like a test in manliness: drinking whiskey and beer, smoking heavily (Canadian cigarettes are fuuuuucking expensive, by the way) and eating red meat every day. I actually felt pretty fantastic the entire time too- no serious repricussions noted. But that was 2 and a half months ago- why am I talking about that when the truth is a lot of shit has happened more recently that would probably be more apropriate to write about, if anyone even checks this thing anymore. The most obvious recent development is that I started at UC Santa Cruz, but everyone knows that- school is rocking now ever since I realized that I'm not a complete moron from spending the last 6 years fucking around and not going to school, I just have to actually use all the math I've learned in the last twenty years instead of mechanically solving problems using the same idea over and over. I get the feeling I'm going to miss the days when math didn't really require any thinking. Halloween came and went- nothing spectacular: I carved two pumpkins, accaidentally swallowed fake blood, and saw lots of men in drag. The next morning fell out of bed. I have no complaints about school. UC Santa Cruz basically rocks even though being 26 makes me at least five years older than everyone in my living space. I tutor a girl who brings me candy every day and I think wants me to bring her back to my place to take advantage of her, though I'm not biting. I started trying to run again with a new method that if this doesn't keep me from getting shin splints nothing will: $100 professionally selected running shoes, 10-15 minutes of stretching before and after covering all leg muscle groups, constant hydrating, and running only on the campus track. So far I'm two weeks in and though my feet felt like hell the first week, otherwise so far so good. Ok this information is getting a little dry meaning it's probably time to wrap it up- just had to give a solid extended paragraph to show I mean it. More in the future.

Lighthouse Goes Dark

This isn't me, but I did get fairly snoggled last night at the closing of The Lighthouse, Monterey's only gay bar. Were it not for the company of my new good friend Heather it would not have been nearly as entertaining as it was. I learned a good deal about a one-hand-on-the-wall-one-on-your-hip posture for indicating that you either mean business or you're getting down to business- a very valuable technique which I hope to utilize myself in the near future. And that for some people at some dive bar in Oakland (The Caringhouse?) reading is not the last thing you would want to do once you're fairly slanted, as it is for me and most people I would guess, since the bar is lined with literature like a library. That's a place that may be better just knowing exists without actually wanting to see it for yourself.

Unfortunately, I hoped to see Shannon who is the only person I've ever mistakenly called by my own name, but appearantly she had not heard that her appearance there would have won my continued adoration. I don't think I'll ever see her again. So it goes. I don't think I'll ever see a lot of people again, but I'm not going to feel sorry for them.

Todays Headline: Life continues....

Nothing's really going on here, but I thought I'd just do a dear diary for posterity. My mom moved to Buenos Aries- thats in Argentina which is a hell of a long ways away, and if she likes it i think she wants to stay there indefinitely. I don't know if I've told most people about that already but if I didn't I guess that requires some explanation- she's teaching esl there for business people traveling through english speaking countries. So that's pretty exciting for her- a friend of my sisters lives there and has been taking her around. I'm moving to santa cruz in a couple of weeks and i've scoped out the place I'm living in which is not that bad actually. When I went there there were people in a huge kitchen making an epic amount of nachos and not understanding how to use a bar-b-q, or so it apeared. My aunty-cousin died last Thursday. She had just moved back from san diego a couple of days before, and then she went downhill really fast. I stayed with her one night, I don't know how people can give me this kind of responsibility, and I was afraid she was going to die while I was there. So it's been pretty emotional around here with all her kids around and all. I've been trying to steer clear of too much of it. I got another scooter like the one I had in LA. The lady I bought it from was selling it for her son who was on vacation and she was a TRIP. She thought south carolina and washington state were next to each other. I had to clue her in. She did beat me at bartering though. It just proves the cliche that you can't judge a person for having never seen a map before, I guess.

My Big Lemon

this is the biggest lemon i've ever seen, let alone helped to grow. by help to grow i mean agreed to water d's lemon tree when he was away. it's bigger than it looks.

Proof that I'm most photogenic when slightly oblivious.

BACK!

back from canada now. It was a lot of hard drinking and easy living and long drivin. Saw lots of stuff, etc... The one shirt idea lasted only eight days, unfortunately. Apperantly I started to stink, which I hadn't noticed, but isn't that surprising considering I felt sticky every time I put it on. Before and after pictures will be posted at some time maybe, though looking at the picture I took after eight days I don't think it really illustrates how hard the shirt was really worn- it might just degrandize the entire thing. Oh yeah and I saw a puppy try to commit suicide.

I'm going to be spending the next 2 weeks in the land of Canucks. I plan to wear the same white t-shirt the entire time. I'm going to be spending the next 2 weeks in the land of Canucks. I plan to wear the same white t-shirt the entire time. I'm going to be spending the next 2 weeks in the land of Canucks. I plan to wear the same white t-shirt the entire time. I'm going to be spending the next 2 weeks in the land of Canucks. I plan to wear the same white t-shirt the entire time. I'm going to be spending the next 2 weeks in the land of Canucks. I plan to wear the same white t-shirt the entire time. I'm going to be spending the next 2 weeks in the land of Canucks. I plan to wear the same white t-shirt the entire time.