Picnic Day

Apr. 12th, 2003 09:18 pm
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   Dude. So.. its Picnic Day. And.. it rained all day. Psha on that. I like rain and all.. but admittedly it DID kinda put a damper on the festivies, and was HORRID to drive to and from Sactomento this morning in. Yea thats right I had to be in Sacto at EIGHT in the morning and was there till TWO for the foreign service exam. Then I came home and wasted some time before heading out to see the nonexistant picnic day festivities. My grinch-like nature was slightly pleased though that it rained on everyone's parade.. literally.
   So Diane, Annie, Tom and I first tried unsuccessfully to get down to the Oslon tunnel again but the buildings were all locked up.. we then played roller-swivel-chair in the secret room in the Freebornian basement. Good times.

   So right now the four of us are kickin it at Annie's place, she and Tom are drawing cartoons (he's a cartoonist for the Aggie). And _I_ am updating my livejournal. Yes I'm awesome! Annie just drew the most AWESOME cartoon (which of course will run under Tom's name heehee. Check it out on "probably wednesday" or Thursday. It involves SQUIRRELS -AND- JACKSON PRITT!). We all have livejournals here, how cool are we?

   And of course we are for TOTALLY procrastinating getting ourselves to the party at The Usual Place / The List House / "The Stockmarket Crash - Invasion of Poland House" (according to Stan Obklobzija, as his way of remembering the address, 2938 Loyola). Hopefully we'll get there eventually and adventures will be had.
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   Ate at Fuzios with me mum.. then had cake at aunt and uncles. Tomarrow morning mother goes back home via train

   Party at The List House / "The Loyola House" / that place really needs a name. I think its the third time now I've been at a party there... at least three times. Both Eric and Sue are down with my plot to have a massive Krispalooza there on May 17th to celebrate my May 14th 21st birthday. This party was pretty mellow, especially compared to the 200 person 8 band Sachipalooza which was there last time. Pretty much all the regular people were there.. and not overly many less regular people, so it was just kinda like... the scensters kickin it together.
   I of course drew a large snail on the whiteboard, as is tradition. Later on I found that someone had written "EMOSNAIL" next to it. I made some joke about livejournals to someone else I didn't know later by the bonfire, and she was like "oh you have a livejournal? Whats it called?" "emosnail" "oh YOU'RE emosnail."


   Earlier I updated the "Mallet Cadence" poem, because in its previous form it wasn't really written to be a poem, but kinda had the makings of one. So I hammered it into a more poetic form, but its still relevant to last quarter when it was written; ie my room is no longer THAT cold (still gets rather cold though) and I no longer have the schedule from hell, but anyway...

MALLET CADENCE II
   Terminally emo,
   Optimistically defiant,
   Reason and Logic,
   My weapon my shield.

   Schedule from hell,
   Freezing room,
   These more indomitable,
   These my defeat,
   Red glow my retreat.


   I also highly recommend checking out "Roxy" by Diane (roxymartini), Annie's cousin and someone who knows my brother Tobin. Craziness.


   I am also now the representative of the Aardvarkia region in the UN at nationstate.net. Muahahaha.
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   Alright well once again I shall be updating for like.. the previous week. Hopefully henceforth updates will once again proceed in a more or less daily manner.

WEDNESDAY (02/26/03)
   School, work 5pm to like 2am. Good times. Got a ride home with Jennifer the Server.

THURSDAY
   School, work 5pm to like 2am. Good times. Don and Jennifer the Server and I got our drink on at Don's after work...

FRIDAY
   ...woke up at 10am on my livingroom floor. I was supposed to catch a 7am bus into San Fransisco for the UC Berkeley Model United Nations (MUN) Conference (UCBMUNC). Presumably I was trying to get to my room when I passed out five feet from my door the night before. Reflecting on these things I declared myself straight edge (sXe) and drew Xs on my hands with sharpie.
   Took the 14:15 intercampus shuttle to Berkeley, and the BART into San Fransisco. Total trip cost me like $7 and three hours tops.
   Committee is kinda bogus; everyone is already in final stages of working out resolutions on the topic of small arms trade in the Caucasuses (I'm representing the United States on Disarmament and Internat'l Security Committee (DISC)).
   Hung out with Sally (whom I met at the CALMUN conference last quarter) and her friend Mara (Kuwait in my committee) from Saddleback College in the evening ("you've only been here two hours and you ALREADY have women???" - Janet). Saddleback College being of course the JC that 56% of my High School went to after graduation, two members of their delegation (Shab and (Sn)Ackbar) had been in MUN with me in HS. We wandered from room-party to room-party as the various parties got broken up by hotel security and new ones formed up. Being the dedicated sXe boy that I'd newly become I shocked myself by being sober all night, though admittedly a succumbed to the temptation of a small amount of wine while at my Chair's party. Sally, Mara, the rest of the UC Davis delegation and I ate at a cafe before retiring for the night; and by acclamation we all declared that Paul Amnaypayout is henceforth forbidden from drinking.
   In true MUN style there were eight people in a room and four people in a bed. Admittedly usually we keep it at three per bed, but these four people were all skinny enough..

SATURDAY
   MUN all day pretty much. MUN is so wonderful. No really.
   During lunch, while marauding for food with the Saddleback crew I ran into Alberto. Alberto the ONE person I know who lives in San Fransisco. Alberto the guy that was my best friend from 2nd grade to 12th. Completely uncoordinated, I hadn told him I was coming to town and didn't have any idea where in the town he habitually lurked. Crazy.
   As the end of committee grew near of course things became less serious. I declared myself to be the "Imperial States of America" with the motto "Sovreignty is just a matter of manifest destiny." When it came time to nominate people for "superlative" or "joke" awards at the end of committee, I think I was nominated for every single one of them; "most likely to be under the table at saturday night activities," ("if they only knew why you missed half of committee" -Israel (In MUN one tends to refer to the other delegates as the countries they represent)) I almost won "Most Evil" but Iraq and I both lost out to Australia...
   Saturday night activities took place at this place called Sinbad's down by the warf. Once again I proved my awesome dedication to being sXe by succumbing to a madori sour that Mara was drinking. Can you blame me, it was a madori sour, I mean come on! Even Sally was drinking which was crazy cause she like.. NEVER drinks. Hung out with the Saddleback kids again that night.

SUNDAY
   Closing ceremonies at UCBMUNC in the morning. Proceeded home via automobile. Was home for half an hour before I had to leave for work. Discovered via email that I'd been selected to moderate the North Korea forum that the Internat'l Relations Student Assn (IRSA) will be putting on on Wednesday the 5th.
   Ran into my uncle Mike (who lives about a hundred yards from me) as I walked to work. He was riding his bike to the UC Davis Airport to help Uncle Ben unload parts of an airplane he'd just gone on a roadtrip to pick up from somewhere else. My family is so weird.
   So after an hour walk arrived at work. Rather than the usual tremendous understaffedness, we were somewhat OVERstaffed, on account of a large number of personnel having been transferred from the Vacaville IHOP. I made sandwiches, it was good times.
   Though I had been quite clear in both talking to the manager Paul, and in what I wrote on my availablity sheet -that I could only work two days a week and not before 5pm- Paul scheduled me five days the upcoming week, all 3-11. I therefore quit at 11pm. He never ever gave us breaks either.. I didn really care cause I'd eat enough while working to remain content, but its all part of a larger pattern of a you-can-go-screw-yourself attitude toward employees on the part of management.

MONDAY
   School, worked on paper for CRD1 (Community and Regional Developement) "The Community." My paper was about the underground music scene in Davis. Good times. Interviewed Stan Oklobdzija, Amy, and Annie for the paper, as it required at least one interview.

TUESDAY
   finished paper just in time for class. Was actually late for class on account of the line in the computer lab. Psha on that.
   Five of us arrived at the ASUCD Supreme Court meeting, I guess a sixth was in the building elsewhere, I ran into him right after the meeting dispersed, so we were only really missing two people. One of those two was the interim chair however, and the rest of the Court couldn decide whether we were even able to meet without the interim chair. Yes, the other justices are shining beacons of decisiveness and initiative. Returning home much later I found an email from the interim chair that read "Hey, ya'll! Because Jade has failed to get me any of the information necessary to hold a productive meeting, tonight's meeting is cancelled. I expect to have everything for next week's meeting. Thanks, Sarita."
   Proceeded from the Court meeting to the IRSA meeting to be briefed on the North Korea forum.
   Kristy from CRD Discussion decided we were going to become good friends today. Officially. Silly Kristy.

   Now I am totally going to sleep.

*A "Belshaw Gun" is used to make pancakes.

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   After having BBQ Pork something at Fuzios, which looked suspiciously similar to the Pod Thai that Antoinette got, and wasn't as good as my usual Firecracker Pork Fusilli (AKA the best dish EVER, ANYWHERE), we went to the show at Delta Venus. Squish the Bad Man, Estereo, and Radio Cure were playing there. Not my usual kind of music, but it was cool. I really liked the last group. My friend Annie was in Estereo, and Arjun and Eric from The List were there.
   We ended up not going to the movie we had been planning on seeing and just stayed at Delta Vee until the end of the show.

   After all that was over and Antoinette had dispersed I got myself over to Tamera's party. Now Tamera has a well established precedent of having good parties; the kind of parties where there's a finite number of friends who pretty much all know eachother and we just ahve us a good ole time. But this one.. I don't know, something had gone terribly wrong. Everyone knew it had, even and especially Tamera I think. Through some connection of one of her housemates every wanna-be gangster from Davis High was at that party. It was.. ghetto. I think we were all relieved when the cops broke up the party.
   Of course several of the most infamous people in Davis were there, like Mike Dugas, who in accordance with party tradition found himself shirtless, and the Freshman, who has somehow managed to endear himself to many people but I think if it were up to me I'd still put him in the Soviet Lubyanka for several months and forcefully instill some social skills. And then there was The British Guy. Silly British guy. And of course everyone's favorite individual of Greek derivation, Sarah was there.

   Today I am going to try to actually get an issue of the Chosen Echidna out. I thiink I'm on issue 11 now.. or maybe 12.. its been like freakin three months. If yahoogruops has closed down the newsletter for inactivity I swear I'm going on a killing spree. Anyway, first I need to add all people that have acrued in the last three months to the newsletter list, and then I need to edit it all together.. and.. yea.
   But first I think I'm going to draw a snail on my wall.

   And in accordance with tradition I apparently have to make a reference to Vanessa at least once per entry so uhh.. she didn't go out Saturday night as far as I know. Thats not very cool now is it Vanessa. (=

   Oh and at the party Lindsy, having consumed indeterminate amounts of alcohol, and with an amiable smile, said to me "Kris you know I think your an asshole and want to go off at you," to which I replied "yes, Lindsy, I do," similarly smiling and friendly. And I think it was the most sincere thing I've ever heard anyone say.. when people are saying GOOD things, even if they think they mean it, so often they are exagerating, underagerating, or similarly misrepresenting their feelings.. so yea.. it was beautiful. I think any claims she may have against me are largely related to the AMIJ Incident.

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