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   Been trying to study Russian all weekend. /=

   Today (Sunday), Kristy and I felt the need for eggs and bacon (and pancakes), but didn't feel like putting that much effort into breakfast.. to make the problem worse it was 2pm and most restaurants didn't think it was breakfast time anymore.
   In fact the only remaining breakfast location was IHOP. At first I was opposed to ever returning there, but later curiosity and nostalgia got the better of me so IHOP it was.
   What hit me as most familiar was the smell of the place. It definitely had a distinct IHOP smell. I recognized one of the cooks, as well as our server (Heather). It made me rather nostalgic altogether.. it hadn't that bad working there except that they insisted on giving me too many hours )=
   It wasn't an entire loss in terms of studying russian though because conversation at the table next to us was entirely conducted in Russian.


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Addendum - IHOP Revisited, LJ style
   Let us review some of our favorite IHOP memories:

Razor-Blades in IHOP Restrooms - Getting Hired
More Stories from the IHOP era )

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   Alright so about that party. It was for awesome. In short: we completely tapped our three kegs, had 200+ people, the cops never came, no one puked (anywhere they weren't supposed to at least - I saw no evidence whatsoever of puking), nothing was seriously broken (a couch got messed up but is fixable, a freakin tile disappeared, thas all), and most of all Annie says "it has been the best party i've been to in davis."
   The three kegs we had were Brother's Ale, MGD, and Nattie ice ("for the chumps!"). I think we were all very very pleasantly pleased with the quality of Brother's Ale. To further lead the chumps astray we labelled the nattie ice as "heineken" via sharpie and duct tape. I also put out my bottle of vodka and a bottle of grape soda, so people who weren't fans of beer could try my new grape-vodka creation, but Amie Gutierrez totally obsconded with the vodka IMMEDIATELY. Thats okay though she put it to good use (= but yea we similarly labelled the grape soda "chick shit" or something. Hooray for sharpies.
   And when I was buying the grape soda at the grocery store (Ray's Food Place), the cashier, some lady in her 40s, took one look at me and said "no you're not." Why? Well because I was wearing my usual shiznaz,and my new black dickies, spiked collar, and the shirt I had just made that says "PREPPY" really big across the front. And Kristy wore my infamous "POSER" shirt, so we totally matched, it was for awesome.

   Otherwise... lets see.. I drank almost nothing but guinness.. it was for awesome. I of course knew hellllla people there and couldn even begin to name names..
   While as several people have noted actually there was a vast number of lj users there (Jackson's List), it occured to me that there were also hella cal aggie (our school paper) employees there. This latter group included: Stan Obklobzija (photographer), Aaron something (arts editor), Jackson Pritt, Tom Deckert (cartoonists), Zackery Amendt ([semi]controversial columnist) and um.. I dunno I bet there were more. And apparently an (ex)drummer from the band Rooney was at my party. That hella weirds me out because I think Rooney is basically for awesome, and that one of them should appear not just at the same party as I, but at MY party, is craziness.

   Apparently a tipsy taxi driver declared my party to be the biggest one that night. Hellyes.

   I remain bitter that Elisa continues to refuse to recognize that it was my party at all - she attributes sole credit to my co-conspirator Bill the Redhead. I am not amused, but maybe I'm just being shizoid again. Oh this guy Alex from my com6 class donated $20 for alcohol during the party.. he may have been hellof drunk and in the morning had no idea what happened to his twenty, but nevertheless I heavily encourage such behavior and definitely give a shout out to him.

(QUOTES)
   What else.... according to Kristy I think, Tom (Grossman) "has sex in his eyes."
   Don showed up in an AFI shirt, to which I immediately proclaimed "poser!" and he hellof defensively was like "its a joke!" haha thats as much respect as AFI gets around here. (note: AFI ain't my thing but I don't have any qualms at all with them personally, but their fanbase includes hellof incorrigable posers let me tell you.)


   In summary the party went perfectly and I am endlessly pleased. Hope to see y'all at Cameron's ([livejournal.com profile] simplistic_me) party on the 31st.


   Hmm, "Jackson's List," a movie about one cartoonist's struggle to amuse a vast apathetic campus, coming soon to theatres near you. -starring David Duchovny as Jackson Pritt, Vin Diesal as cartoonist Tom Deckert... Patric Stewart as Chancellor Vanderhoef...

Friday

May. 10th, 2003 09:00 pm
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   My Friday evening began with a trip to Starbucks. Thereupon I encountered Sharsticks* just begining her lunch break (at 9pm), so I ate a subway sandwich with her in the Starbucks. Once she scampered back to work and I made for to leave, only to first get hailed by one Kyanna Williams, an ASUCD Supreme Court Justice; and then get waylaid one step later by one Alana Shuckett, and thirty seconds later this guy Xavier introduces himself to me. "Xavier Gdfaith?" ask I. He confirms this. He ran independant for ASUCD senate last election... and I, I am "THE" independant candidate apparently..
   Anyway eventually I escaped that. I ended up spending most of the evening at Zane's Place, where there were about a dozen guys, two girls, copious amounts of beer, and pizza.
   Don had recently given himself a mullet, so there were numerous jokes about that, and what bad 80s songs they would have to cover now that he had the mullet. In the spirit of such things "the worst playlist ever" was compiled of 80s ass-rock. Good times. And Don kept trying to make "Donakazi" drinks, but he was restrained. As I observed, "they have more alcohol than any of their component parts, somehow."

   *So I've for quite awhile wondered where the "sticks" ending I add onto people's names (like Vansticks, Sharsticks, Kristysticks) came from. Then today, Fish messeged me, and without even thinking about it I responded "Fishsticks!" And then it struck me: THAT is the origin of the "sticks" name suffix.
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   So. Yesterday, after several hours I can't really account for but I _think_ I edited my previous stories, I prepared to go out and be sociable.
   Firste I went to Robotmedia, a student film showcase thing that started at 18:00. Some of the films like, sucked ass? Yea, they certainly did. And some of them rocked the casbah. Don starred in one that was pretty cool, and Arjun and Eric totally made one that was pretty cool too. I think part of the reason I find Tim's reviling is that the song itself which dominates most of the film I find reviling and it grates upon my ears.

   That ended at around nineteen-thirty, and I proceeded hom. Returning home my eyes happened upon the Modus flyer on my desk at around 20:15, and as they had started playing at Borders at 20:00 I scampered off to my car.
   I arrived at Borders just as Arjun and Eric were arriving, so the three of us watched Modus for a bit.
   Shortly we proceeded on to Delta Venus Cafe (The Hippie Spawning Grounds), where Arjun and Eric's band The List was to play. But first Stan Obklobzija and his band, The Men In Black Pajamas. Silly hippies, I couldn't understand the lyrics to the song they announced had a political messege (They're hard core, one can rarely understand the lyrics), but I'd put money on it NOT being the kind of political messege the hippies would like. Another song they played that the hippies are prolly lucky they didn't pay attention to was titled "Allah, Jihad!" or something. I believe that is either completely different or a mutation of their song "Allah Akbar, KABOOM!"
   Feeling strangely famished I purchased a package of chocolate mini-doughnuts from Fast and Sleazy next door. Shortly thereafter someone randomly offered me the remains of a peach pie, so my friends and I partook of that.

   So yea.. that was that. And a lot of the usual people were there. So we lurked about, and the two things which I have determined will ALWAYS happen when we all get together happened: (1)They had a raptor-screaming competition, (2) there was wrestling.
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   So my apartmentmate Steve and I finally determined that the wall of cereal boxes in the cupboards belonged to neither of us, and were HELLA old, so we set about disposing of them. In the process of this we discovered that hidden behind this cardboard palisade was a massive NOODLE TROVE. No less than eight cup-a-noodles were hidden back there. So thats awesome. They're faster and generally preferable to ramen, but at more than three times the cost (what like 75 cents per?) they are way waay out of my price range.

   Last night I went to a sorority event. Yes. It is true. Andrea convinced me to be her date for this invite-only almost-fancyshmancy thing (but it was not a "date"). So I put on my button-up black shirt and declared myself almost-fancyshmancy.
   First we went to Zane's place, which was apparently our staging area. One of Andrea's other friends had just left for the party from there. Zane and his band Phase III were in the midst of practicing, and it being Zane's Place everyone was of course drinking. Andrea and I set about drinking as well, as we had secured a ride to the party from someone else.
   Arriving at the party, I immediately realized that (A)I had been to that house before (1400 Redwood?)(the Choice Voting Amendment victory party, sheeyea. There were still CVA flyers floating around the house last night, and the election was months ago), and (B)I recognized some people. My friend Katie from the dorms last year was there and also Thomas Grossman's ex Jessikita was there. Good times.
   So we hung out with Katie and her date (who apparently had gone to HS with my date, and had been an ass back then according to Andrea), and two other friends of Andrea's and it was all good.
   We caught tipsy taxi (for those nonUCD readers, ASUCD taxi service $1 per person, runs what friday and saturday nights?) back to Zanes. Back at Zane's there was of course more drinking to be had. Don and Vanessa and some others stumbled in soon from the List, Unless, Backups, Velvet Fury show.
   Andrea proceeded to pass out on the floor, after telling us numerous times how she hasn't gotten that drunk in four years. Silly Andrea. I got a ride home. The End.


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