The weekend of the 31st was MQ production, which was predictably stressful and tiring. I was lucky enough to catch a horrible cold at the same time, so I was thoroughly miserable the entire time. I must have burned through nearly 3 boxes of kleenex in 3 days, and my nose is still healing from the abuse I gave it. The paper came out well though—possibly the best this year. Gotta owe it to the awesome top tens. Go check out the new web site, too. Kevin did an awesome job meshing the database backend with the purty front end that Truex sculpted from scratch.

I had a midterm for Art History this past week; I did poorly. Soon after starting on the essay questions, I became overwhelmingly apathetic and didn’t put any effort into my responses. Whoops.

This past weekend was nice. Friday night Kimiko cooked a tasty dinner while I napped. She’s awesome, eh? We were planning on just staying home and being lame, but at the last minute we decided to head back to campus with Reid to see Reel Big Fish play in ERC. How could we possibly ignore a free concert in the newest venue on campus? While I didn’t necessarily enjoy the music, the crowd was cool and Marianne was nice enough to let us hang out in her apartment and utilize her 3rd floor view of the stage. It was pretty awesome to be perched up there and look down on people crowd surfing — sort of like box seats, I suppose.

Saturday night, Kimiko and I had dinner with her SDAFF buddies and then migrated to Dan’s 21st birthday party over in Mira Mesa. The party was great—just the right amount of people, and I knew the majority of the kids there. That sort of thing is more and more important to me these days. Dan’s party (wonderfully hosted by Christina) was the first party in ages that I’d been able to feel relaxed at and have fun because I didn’t have to worry about shady assholes trying fuck stuff up.

Then on Sunday I did jack shit. I probably spent 3 hours trying to scream my PDA into functioning correctly. That stupid little motherfucker PDA. I can’t upgrade the ROM yet, but I need to get the newer ROM so I can use the 802.11b connection to try and upload pda-captured images to Jusspress by Wednesday, when Prof. Jenik has her seminar class.

Fuck technology.

Man, I never even mentioned Halloween. I suck at Blogs.

I had a cool costume. I was ‘coked-up 80s business man,’ and Kimiko was ’slutty goldilocks.’ Her suitemate, Ashley, went as a schoolgirl and Kimiko helped elevate her to ’slutty schoolgirl’ status. Heh. The MQ threw an awesome party; I’d say close to 150 were jammed in the house at the party’s peak. A few guys with tiny dicks stole our keg around 11:00pm and went to drink our MGD by themselves, but the party was still going at 3:00am when it was finally shut down by the po po. Luckily, the keg reappeared on the lawn the next night—with the tap cleaned, to boot—so we got our deposit back. All’s well that ends well, and all the next week people were talking about the party around campus.

I am still waiting for my laptop to arrive. I’m pretty pissed at this point; they’re not shipping it because the free messenger bag it comes with is out of stock and they can’t get it through their tiny brains that they should ship the pieces seperately so I can get my sweaty mits on my goddamn notebook. Fuckers.

MQ production is this weekend, shit. Time flies; it feels like just last week we put out the quarter’s second issue. It’s too bad I only got two hours of sleep last night since Saturday is gonna be an all-nighter.

Brian got in town yesterday for his Thanksgiving break, rad. We’re gonna drink 40s and be stupid tonight, it’ll be fun. I deserve a good bender, shit.

Go get yourselves the new Jay Z album, it’s fucking amazing. It’s always good to end on a high note, and it looks like he’s done a good job of it. The album is solid—maybe two tracks on the whole thing fall short of goddamn amazing. I listened to it about 6 times in a row last night while I stayed up ’til 6am studying for my Music midterm. Fuck the western canon, I’m tired of trying to use my ear to identify cantadas, codas, cadence and the rest of their ilk. I’m a visual learner, and asking me to do well on this midterm is like asking a blind man to drive a truck full of primed grenades through downtown Manhattan, only my situation ends more violently.

Shit.

Tonight has been great. Jacuzzi, bikinis, beer, and carne asada fries. I even appreciated the little spats of rain while we were in the broiling hottub.

Tomrrow I’m starving myself to prepare for all-you-can-eat sushi at Tadashi’s, followed by watching the Cowboy Bebop movie at a nearby theater. I’m going to eat sushi until I’m in acute pain. Awesome.

PS: Drunk.

Well, we finally got in a successful visit to F-Street tonight after watching Shallow Hal. You’ll have to ask me in private about the fun we had in the store—like Kip hitting Troy with a 5 lb dildo. Anyway……it’s 5:30am and I need some sleep. Oh, before I forget to mention it: I’ve posted a bunch of old webcam shots that are worth keeping in the “personal galleries” section.

Around 12:30am Kalin came over, stuck in the same predicament as the rest of us—nothing to do on Halloween night. Bored and itching to do something, anything, Kip, Kalin and I jump in Kalin’s car and head for a little 24-hour Mexican place that Kip likes so we can grab some cheap food. On the way back (the food wasn’t worth mentioning), we try to stop at F-Street (a chain of adult stores, i.e. porn and sex toys) to have some fun…but they’re closed for cleaning! Of all the nights to shut down a porn store so that the floors can be scrubbed, who picks Halloween? What if people need stuff like strap-ons or whips for Halloween costumes? That store has no pride in what it does. Bah. Now it’s quarter after 2:00am and we’re still bored. I’m tired. I think it might be bedtime.