Partyin on a Sunday, Coming Home, Jack Bighead

Sunday Night
   So Saturday night, after I wrote that other entry, Sean and Ishar (iamrav) picked me up and we went to safe-way for alcohol.
   So we find ourselves looking at bud light and steel reserve. Everyone is indecisive. They ask me what I'd prefer and I indicate steel, they're like "yea steel sounds good." Then we look at the hard alcohol, trying to decide between rum and vodka. Finally I say "well I'm probably just gonna drink steel so I dunno," they immediately decide just to get another case of steel. Then as we're about to leave, Ishar decides to add one more case of steel for good measure, so we walk out with three cases of steel reserve. (=

   So we get to the party, someplace off Arthur they had heard about it while partying the night before. So we get there and its pretty cool, not very many people but we had a lot of fun. We made "brass monkeys," by mixing steel reserve and orange juice, and the legends are true it IS hella good. Some dude swore it tasted better with Olde E, but then he tried it and admitted it was definitely better. The girls hella jocked Sean and his kerryman accent. And Sean used the word "jock" and I thought it was funny. And people played drunken scrabble, with a double word score for any word pertaining to alcohol.
   There was another guy there with a 'hawk, and other people who had previously had them. Sean even admitted having once had one, we then declared that all irishmen have 'hawks at some point.

   Then I apparently left a hilarious drunken messege on Kristy's phone. Uh, I deny everything.


Today (Monday)
   Woke up feeling like crap and had an hour to pack everything for break. Got a ride down with Eric from the List and his Girlfriend (Brittany?). Traditional stop at In-N-Out, nothing else noteworthy to report

   Stopped by Diedrichs off La Paz on my way to Chain Reaction. Tristan told me to go away and that no one liked me there, Krispy said something similar I think, all I remember was that he looked strangely like John Travolta with a faux hawk, Megan and Abby just stared at me blankly, and then I proceeded on to Chain.

   Robin Kivlin's band Jack Bighead was playing at Chain Reaction. They played third and when they finished nearly everyone in the place left. A "real" promoter also actually talked to them afterwords so that was awesome. Also I heard that one must play Hogie Barmichaels (a miserable little place) once or twice in order to play at Chain, and at Chain about four times before one can play at Glasshouse. I had no idea one's progression in the world was so organized.

   On the way home I saw cars with hella roadrage. They were leapfrogging eachother to shien the other with high beams. Road rage is so lame, seriously. If you think the car in front of you is too slow, don't be hella rude about it. I always picture the person being subjected to such shows of roadrage as some old lady or other person one would never be rude to in real life. People act like just because they can't see the other person and said person can't beat them up its suddenly okay to be mad disrespectful to them.. thats cowardly at best. [/end rant]

More Thanksgiving Pictures

   Didn't go out today, didn't have a car most of the day and then didn't feel like doing anything this evening. Just now I discovered a new picture hosting site that appears to be the best I've seen so far. I can display my pictures in it for all to see, AND I can use it to host pictures for display here, AND whereas freepichosting only allowed about 5,000 hits per month (which I was actually on a course to conflict with), photobucket allows appx 70,000 hits per month.
   Also I transferred more thanksgiving pictures from one of five semiderelict computers in the other room, and posted them at photobucket. They shall be in a lj-cut at the end of this entry.


   In other news I was installing quicktime on my computer today, and Apple being an evil malevolent corporation, I took the time to at least skim the terms of use. I found the following highlight, written in all caps unlike the rest of the terms:
   THE APPLE SOFTWARE IS NOT INTENDED FOR USE IN THE OPERATION OF NUCLEAR FACILITIES, AIRCRAFT NAVIGATION OR COMMUNICATION SYSTEMS, AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL SYSTEMS, LIFE SUPPORT MACHINES OR OTHER EQUIPMENT IN WHICH THE FAILURE OF THE APPLE SOFTWARE COULD LEAD TO DEATH, PERSONAL INJURY, OR SEVERE PHYSICAL OR ENVIRONMENTAL DAMAGE.
   So uh.. don't watch quicktime movies if you're in a nuclear submarine kids.


   If you are interested in international events, you may be entertained by the proposed emergency topics I recently promulgated on the Model UN community.


QUOTES
   So yesterday upon arriving I had to stop by the yarn store my mother works at when she's not substitute teaching, The Yarn Lady, to do a car exchange with mother. In there I encountered the large and conservative husband of the owner, someone I was sure would disapprove of my deviant hair. Apparently however after I left he said that he kinda liked it. Incidentally I think my hair looked terrible at the time, due to an utterly failed experiment at using mere hair gel to spike it.

   In other news I asked my mom if the marine corps had made little brother Eric into a Republican yet, to which she responded: "Unfortunately, he's the only one around here thats put on a uniform and said 'okay you can shoot me now' and he doesn't care whats going on." (Implying its unfortunate that he doesn't follow politics, NOT that he's the only one to put on a uniform)

PICTURES
( Not the only person to put a uniform on )

( More Thanksgiving Pictures )