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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]

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so degenerate.

in case you can't tell, those words are individually italicised!

alienation from the diedrich kids...ah well. It happens to everyone at some point, methinks.

what ev mate, I'm still friends with everyone I was before, I just caught diedrichs with all the wrong people. Tristen and I were never really friends and now I'd imagine he dislikes me because of Mike the Horrible Human, Krispy just likes to be an ass sometimes, and Megan just goes along with whatever the majority there at the time is all about.

Know where Matt Morgan has been? Or Kyle? Cool Kyle was awesome.

I don't know where any of those people are. But what I DO know is that the ones you once thought as friends were shit talking. I only consider those people aquaintences anyhow, God knows what they say about me when I'm not there. There's about two or three people I consider real friends, but the rest I wouldn't trust as far as I could throw them. They turn on each other very quickly, I've noticed.

I had a funny conversation the other day:

[01:48:45] Sparklz2236: u like.....need.......to venture.....beyond the deidrichs by MVHS
[01:48:55] Snail of DEATH: Nooooooooooooo
[01:49:12] Sparklz2236: on the other side of the freeway......to the starbucks on the laguna niguel side of the freeway....and off La paz
[01:49:20] Snail of DEATH: hmm
[01:49:22] Sparklz2236: off of la paz and cabot
[01:49:25] Sparklz2236: because I work there

hahaha

starbucks is too sterile.

Yea. If Corporate had its way I think Diedrichs would too.

I wrote an extensive essay on the subject once for Community and Regional Developement. Problem is that the conditions required for someone to feel comfortable hanging out there are likely to make random people who don't hang out there feel nervious about coming in.. I think the solution is to quarentine the regulars off in a corner or something and let them hang out there all they want, but keep the rest of the place sterile. Something like that.

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