The Agrinautica

   Last night (Monday night) was the most fun I've had in months.

Studiousness
   It started out with me adamently doing my best to get a lot of homework done see. Then Kristy called and we wanted to see eachother but I was like "I only have time to like say hi and give you a hug pretty much" cause I was determined to get hella work done.
   Then Jill (remember, my roommates are Jill and Adrian) starts talking about how much she loathes living with girls and how bothered she is that she'll have to live with girls again next year (She's transferring elsewhere). This somehow culminates in her agreeing to take a shot.


An Offer I Can't Refuse
   Now see, Jill NEVER drinks. I was just about to resume working but now this was an extraordinary event that required my full attention.
   But alas we had no alcohol on hand it turns out! For this amazing opportunity I was willing to go so far as to go on an alcohol run, so the four of us scamper to Safeway asap (this is like.. 11:30pm?).
   Due to rampant peer pressure and in order to encourage Jill's drinking, I say I will drink as much as she does. Needless to say its only a matter of time before we've all had a number of shots. Then we call a mutual good friend of all of ours (well Jill has ironically maintained previously that she wasn't nearly as excited about him as the rest of us). He shall remain anonymous for reasons soon to be illuminated because a number of persons in Davis who may be reading this know him. He comes over shortly however and joins in the drunken bonding


In the Name of Science
   Since Jill had never had more than three shots before and didn't know whether or not she was a "lightweight," we all felt a formal scientific inquiry was in order. Therefore, I took notes:

 2415 hours -- 1.5 shots -- observations: ears reportedly tingly; nostalgic/whimsical; no redness (perhaps not "the redness type")
 2.75 shots -- observations: "that one tasted worse"; ears not tingling this time; didn't notice Kris eating Adrian's sandwich; accusatory and harsh (very) [very was added five minutes later after further observation]; inconclusive redness; mild paranoia & introspection; sensitive hearing; asked "didn't I never tell you that?"; "misterpeted"; brutal honesty; "just getting around to things I've been meaning to say"; distorted sense of time; APATHY [written in all caps at Adrian's recommendation]; confusion regarding [NAME WITHHELD]'s identity!!
 2448 hours -- 4.00 shots -- observations: "taste is getting progressively worse"; a bit mellow, & some memory loss (2458 hours); brutally honest; (2538 hours)
 2538 hours -- 4.00 shots -- observations: "honestly I feel it much less than when I started"; has moved on to wine; is eating apple; "can't let my apple go to waste;

NOTE: I am aware that 24 hour clock systems restart at midnight with 0000 hours; however I choose not to "reset" the hours until I've gone to bed and my day has officially ended.


"Can't Let My Apple Go To Waste"
   Sometime after uttering those words Jill and our good friend [NAME WITHHELD] suddenly and unexpectedly scampered off to her room never to be heard from again that night, though [NAME WITHHELD] had some pretty impressive hickeys the next day.


Conclusion
   In one evening the five of us killed a bottle of vodka, a bottle of wine, and a small amount of rum, and more importantly our dear Jill drank more than she ever had before and had a rare and sudden hook-up with one of Davis' most sought-after boys, and everyone involved (well I haven't interrogated Jill since) agreed it was the most fun they'd had in a long long time.

   Incidentally one of the main causes of my need to study, a paper due thursday, has been postponed five days. So we all live happily ever after.


Quote of the Evening
   "...even though you're my friend, I'd rock you like a hurricane..." -Adrian, to Jill.

   Picking up where I left off, no less than ten minutes after making my addendum to last entry, I met with my roommate Adrian and some friends of his where they were sitting with their guitars on the quad. There, with a number of other bystanders, we were amused for about 40 minutes by the antics of a crazy religious man on the quad.

   Unlike other crazy religious men, this one actually referred to himself as a prophet or oracle. He alternated between shouting his sermon at the local student traffic, occasionally singing, and at one point suddenly adopting a conversational tone for five minutes. Adrian used his new tape-recorder & attached microphone to record most of it.

   At one point I hippie tried to offer him a cup of water but he pointedly refused to make eye contact with the hippie, turning his back to him continually and addressing the crowd in different directions.

   Eventually a someone from SPAC (Student Programs & Activities Center I believe), a girl who looked to be a student herself, came to tell him that he had to speak on the other corner of the quad, the "free speech corner" to which they always attempt to exile counterprotestors ("Yes, you CAN counterprotest, but over there in the appropriate designated location ::points to distant and forlorn corner of quad::") and other undesirables .
   To these attempts the crazy religious man responded "this is America, I preach whereever I want.. we have this thing called freedom of speech in America, I don't know how they do things in Somoa or whereever you're from" followed shortly by "you're not very pretty you know."
   I don't think Jesus would approve of those latter comments.

   [discussing who we would all be if we were characters in a sitcom] "You're like the one who's never funny" -Jill, or maybe Kristy "What-ever, I'm the one that everyone cheers for when they enter the room" -Me, "You're Al Bundy???" -Adrian [everyone laughs] yes I'm definitely the one who tries unsuccessfully to be funny. Jill says I'm "Ross" from Friends. I'm not sure what that entails.


   So I'm riding the bus home after the ASUCD Court meeting this evening and find myself sitting by an ASUCD senator-elect, we'll call him Q. Eventually:
   "Hey do you know anything about the statute that the Elections Committee has to publicize all the information about how the voting went?"
   "Well lets take a look.." [I start to open my briefcase]
   But he was getting off at the next stop. There was another Justice on either side of us too.
   Someday I'll be a real lawyer. Someday.. someday I'll be a real Supreme Court Justice. (=


   Did I mention that ASUCD Administrative Plans are to be in accordance with the Format and Guide Sheet that was last updated in 1979 (25 years ago!), which I don't think anyone else currently knows ever existed.


Picture of the Day

Kristy Lynn Heidenberger
and some steel reserve
© Kris Fricke 2004

   So Saturday night Adrian, Kristy and I stayed at our place (Mine and Adrian's, "the Casbah") and drank and watched the movie Bottle Rocket. Then Azver and his sister Fem-Azver stopped by briefly.

   Sunday Miss Heidenberger and I went to the Sactomento Zoo. It was smallest Zoo I've ever been to, and much to my heartbreak it didn't have anteaters!!! We did, however, definitely see emu's getting their hump on.


   Adrian and I have determined that the Simpsons this season are particularly good. We also determined the cookies which we discovered deep in our pantry are still very good, despite the fact that we have absolutely no idea how old they are. I love discovering things in my pantry.
   In other TV-related news, there are currently two commercials which I absolutely abhor. One is the "McDonalds" commercial which spends more time advertising how good the basketball player that endorses there new burger is than the burger itself. I don't remember the guys name but it ends with "blah blah, as soon on TV." The other one is the trailer of the "SAT" movie. The movie.. I dunno, just makes me angry... its just.. so stupid!! making a big thing about something thats not. Maybe its the political implications as well: there are certain elements that loathe the SAT and think it should play a lesser part in college admittions; I for one got into college on the strength of my SATs, and think that its a more accurate indicator of successful use of college education than HS GPA; the movie implies that the SAT is an evil random impediment to people's dreams.
   Another trailer doesn't bother me AS much, because it looks ridiculously laughably bad, is "You Got Served" or something like that. It looks like some ridiculous attempt at redoing "bring it on" but with guys breakdancing. "Bring it On" was already a terrible attempt at the all too common sports-movie formula, and IT made me feel physically ill.


Picture of the DaY

Cow Diseases, Part 2 of 4
inspired by newspapers during MUN class
© Kris Fricke 2001

Last Samurai
   Returning from Tahoe on Friday, Kwisty and I went to see The Last Samurai.
   Overall I think the movie was very good. The only thing that bothered me was in the end when the two gatling guns managed to kill everyone in front of them even though they were only marginally capable of swivelling. There was actually a scene looking down the barrel where one could clearly see people dying all over the place in complete disregard for where the gun was actually pointed. I dunno, that one part was just strikingly more problematic than anything else in the movie.


Runway Airplane
   "'Run-A-way' airplane or 'RUNWAY airplane?'" "Yea I was a bit confused abotu that at first too - its runWAY airplane" "thats a bit redundant isn't it? thats like 'road car' or something" "well 'driveway car' would be more appropriate." Aren't you glad I included that conversation? Thats me, Adrian, jill, and myself again.
   Anyway, Saturday night Adrian, Jill and I went to Captiol Garage to see their friends' band Runway Airplane. Azver randomly turned out to be there as well seeing a different movie. The end.


Today
   Adrian roasted a sandwich over the stove burner because we're innovative like that. Then I jokingly said I'd pay him a quarter to make me one, and he did. It was hella good.