So, the Super Bowl was in San Diego today, and we could see the celebratory fireworks from campus last night. Kip, who works at Dominos, had to deliver pizza from 3pm to 1am on this, the busiest of all pizza delivery days. I haven’t heard any reports of Raiders fans rioting yet, which is good—they got rowdy downtown and in the Gaslamp District last night, and most of us were bracing ourselves for worse no matter what the outcome of the game. Now everything is quiet here while I work to finish an ECE lab which is due Tuesday, the same day I have a 6 page paper due for my history class (which I have yet to start).

In other news, we’re going to be hosted on Deskmod servers soon so you readers will actually be able to lay eyes on this, which is fantastic news. Gorman has quickly become my favorite person in the world for his generosity in letting us reside on his bandwidth. I can’t wait to get the site back up and running.

It’s the middle of January and there are girls sunning themselves in bikinis on the lawn next to our apartment complex. I love San Diego.

It’s been a great weekend so far—good enough to warrant an update to the Duolab news despite the fact it can’t be published yet because of the server issues we’re facing.

This morning, my friend and MQ partner in crime Dave Hughes left for New York where he will be spending the rest of his college career at NYU. We were sad to see him leave, but to send him off we had a party last night. A good party. Girls were kissing and I had panties around my neck all night. People on broadband are welcome to request photos.

Tonight, Kip, Troy and I headed over to Rishi’s place in Costa Verde for the Beer Festival (I’m not sure it deserves the capitalization) but security broke it up after we had only been there 15 minutes. Shit. So we headed back to campus and I trotted off to Carol’s to see if her I-House party was enjoying success. Yay for I-House! We hopped around between 4 parties throughout the apartments, all which were cool in their own way. It was like we weren’t even at UCSD any more—no Nazi RSOs giving us hell, free booze, girls in tiny togas, and morons smoking weed out of apple pipes. I suddenly felt immersed in the College Experience (yes, that certainly deserves caps), and it was wonderful. Did I mention that the I in I-House stands for International? Everyone there was foreign! Goddamn! At least there were hot hot european, nay, swedish girls in togas with the titties-a-flyin’.

Now it’s time to crash.