little nothings
i can finally peel an orange off all in one peel. i don't know why i had so much trouble with it before. this is a skill that i've always desired. and now that i have 60 or so oranges, it is especially useful. score.

i'm going to be shitting orange all this week.

i've never really listened to ccr. but they're pretty awesome. i downloaded a bunch of their songs as soon as i came back.

this is sad, but true: maybe austin would understand, but the reason i want an ipod isn't so much the listening to music wherever i am, but my desire/compulsion to collect ALL of the music i like. an ipod really is ideal in that respect.

how spring break has changed (or created, for people i didn't really know) my impressions of people:

john baldwin is awesome. some people (like me), might think it's incredibly unfair for one person to be born with intelligence, knee-weakening good looks, and superhuman strength, but john takes it all in stride with an easygoing manner and a laid-back sense of humor. maybe anyone with so many natural advantages would have such a great temperament, but i don't think that's necessarily true.

the greatest is when something amuses him, and he just interrupts himself while talking with this giggle/chuckle. while he was telling me about tao staring at amanda's naked body comes to mind.

and when we were grilling our burgers, and we made a superburger for him. he kept staring at it and asking if it was time to put cheese on it, and giggling with this goofy grin on his face. and then he was willing to eat it in as few bites as possible just for our amusement. and when it took him 4 bites to eat it, he said, "it was that first bite, man. i fucked myself." you probably had to be there.

krishna is also similarly awesome. i've never partied with the guy before, but he was pretty solid. and his bets just became more and more preposterous as he got drunker. especially when he bet 4 quarters on an eyes-closed double redemption shot. i really wish i'd been awake to hear the game between corey and krishna on monday. and when he pounded on the women's locked door for 3 minutes after getting back from the beach, that was pretty good.

my nonsexual crush on corey is stronger than ever. it's sad that he thinks he'll be too old to go on spring break next year. sleeping in the common room meant he passed out last every night and woke up first every morning. damn, he drank a lot of shitty beer. fuck you, south carolina, fuck you. and krishna's mom's nipple?

tao is great for putting up with all the shit i give him. goddamn amanda, that ridiculous red hat, and his head fake. goddamn, that head fake... and props to him for getting sick and still drinking on thursday. oh, and for getting head in the back of a schoolbus.

i didn't know gabi before, and at first i thought she was just a big cocktease who liked attention. but she seems genuinely nice. and i think she just likes affection. she even cuddled with me sometimes, and let's be honest, anyone who will do that is not very superficial and probably willing to care for lepers.

stoops, i swear to god, is building up enough karma to trade in for a nuclear submarine or some similar crazy prize.

all the freshmen kids deserve prizes for not sucking. i don't think any of them ever even tried to shirk their drinking duties. spring break next year should need at least as many kegs as this one.

that's all i got for now.

spring break
first off, i just realized that i still have a camera with 2 empty rolls of film, as well as 2 disposable cameras, in my bottom right desk drawer. from when my mom gave them to me for my trip to japan/HK/china, and i forgot to bring them. bollocks.

there's really no more need for a camera in my life. short of graduation, i'm pretty much done with memorable/fun events. should that cause relief, or soul-crushing despair?

let's start this sucker off.

thursday:
pick up the vans. pack up my stuff. board up tao, corey, jess, casey, and mike glass. get pulled over turning left onto 125th from broadway, because my headlights were off (i was confused and only had the dash lights on), and i took that left turn "a little fast." the cop comes up with one hand on his gun, and scares the holy crap out of me. delays us about 15 minutes total. nothing too eventful... switch off with tao after 5 hours. we stop at waffle house for breakfast. i have hash browns, which make me feel queasy. i think casey, tao, and i all agree that waffle house is in fact not very good. i don't see myself going there again.

friday:
mike glass takes over for tao at some point. we arrive at mike glass's house early in the afternoon. some people want to go to the park, i take my car to the mall. i have chick fill-a for the first time. good. see starsky and hutch (do it). good. beat time crisis 3 in the arcade. good, besides the 1p gun being odd. play some dance dance with kyle. he is ridiculous at that game... most convincing proof that he could run fast. win enough tickets to get a cheapass harmonica and a cheapass recorder. notice large 6-sided dice as casey is trading in that are perfect for 3-man.
bbq at glass's house. not quite enough food. grr. go to amanda's later, they have leftover steak, and cake. grr. hot tub, tho. good.
get back, find out mike's mom forgot one couch is in fact a pullout bed. good.

saturday:
terminus. play almost all defensive points. don't think i get as much playing time as i ought. i did turf a throw to baldwin. must work on throwing confidence during games. summary of tournament can be found on tao's blog. go to amanda's house for ridiculous amounts of meatball, steak, and sausage, in hoagie form. also tremendously yummy cake. hot tub. sleepy. return home to find tao has stolen my bed. bitch.

sunday:
more terminus. wake up ass early to play indiana. the bitches call us out, and we school them. game against clemson amusing. play in my boxers because pants were too heavy and shorts were in car. the last point is ridiculous; stoops has it on camera. at least i can get relatively high.
drive to lesser's aunt's house. hellish. thank god for coffee beans. mara must learn how to drive. i break down following her and want to run her off the road. yummy chili and niceness at the aunt's home. many broken bathrooms... first jess and then catherine.
arrive at beachhouse around 2am. ask where my spot is. austin gives bitch reply in bitch manner. resist urge to punch him in the face, go driving around for a few hours. see a lot of isle of palms, mt pleasant, and charleston. ask a couple of hotels about rooms, way too expensive. park back at house and sleep inside van. uncomfortable due to sunburn on arms.

monday:
beautiful morning. unbeautiful mood. wake up, go inside, resist urge to punch people. go driving around, go to target. purchase:

tent 29.99
air mattress 39.99
air pump 9.99
camping pillow 7.99
fleece blanket 14.99
tent light 9.99

other items: bubble blowing gun, bubble blowing gun, giant bouncy ball, bottle of johnny walker red, coke, 6-pack of red stripe.

return to beach house in decent mood. set up tent and inflate mattress inside. have talk with austin, work things out, more or less. austin apologizes in his manner. decide being angry all of spring break is unwise.
form food group: casey, krishna, john baldwin, mike glass. much grilling to be done.
keg #1. i recall drinking a lot. at some point i decide to check how comfortable my tent is. it passes, by enough that i go to sleep right then. relatively early. sorry. at some AM in the morning, some rain infiltrates tent, sleep in bunk bed room.

tuesday:
practice. soccer fields are incredibly beautiful grass. amazing. keg #2, various preparations leading up to rookie challenge. eat bread bowl from ABC for dinner. yum. do not feel like documenting the challenge here... play three man afterwards, am against all odds the three man. pass out in various places. max writes insulting message on my forehead. pictures are taken. eventually i make it back to my tent. at some AM in the morning, too cold outside, sleep in bunk bed room.

wednesday:
wake up, discover faded remnants of insulting message on forehead. recognize that i deserve being written on for passing out early two nights in a row. recognize that max has no right to be doing the writing, especially considering the actual message. am still working on appropriate reaction. more practice. delicious pasta lunch.
burgers and sausages for dinner on the grill for dinner.
no keg tonight. work on drinking 12-pack of red stripe and 6-pack of newcastle. play multiple games at same time. don't quite remember which. work on not passing out early. potential mutiny regarding food groups and scheduled eating times, between goose and krishna. rebellion is quelled by krishna's fascist tactics and impeccable logic. go to beach. beach is cold, go home. vociferous debate between sasha and krishna regarding the moral implications of group barbeques and such. too cold to even contemplate sleeping in tent, sleep in bunk bed room. at some AM in the morning, it is beautiful outside, sleep in tent.

thursday:
practice. turkey sandwiches for lunch, thanks to krishna's rigid adherence to scheduled eating times. keg #3, and FREE HAM. not catherine's. grill 1.33 lb sirloin for dinner, as well as 3 corns on the cob. sirloin is delicious, eat all 1.33 lb minus fat + gristle. corn is delicious, something about caramelizing. share out 1.5 cobs, eat remaining 1.5 myself. ham is slow-cooked at low temperature in oven.
drunk driver is played for first time all break. as is never have i ever. some people are disgusting. mara is right, people need more imagination, so game does not become "never have i ever had sex in ."
challenge john baldwin to beirut. win. catherine challenges me. win. then sam. win. 3 in a row, bitches. and i don't remember which, but 2 of those games ended with me sinking the last cup with both balls and denying the redemption.
go to beach. mara, sasha, casey, and eunji go skinny dipping. some pokey, i think. not particularly entertaining. have no claim to mara, but am disturbed seeing her and sasha wrapped up in towel. return home, remove ham from oven after many slowcooking hours. ham is incredibly delicious. gorge on ham, go downstairs to wake up baldwin and let him share the glory of the ham. am unsuccessful, demoralized by defeat and sleep on couch that mike glass slept in before he left for home.

friday:
so hung over. pack up my ridiculous amount of possessions. disgust the women with "ham bomb." sai, thank god, volunteers to drive my car (all equally hung over) to the ramada inn in statesboro. enjoy sai's selection of music much much, reinforcing conclusion that i listen to girly music. we stop at wendy's for food.

i'm stopping here. i've left out a lot of good stuff. i'll edit it in later. but this post is long enough, for now.

foolproof
i'm becoming more and more certain i have a large-ish crush on someone. it's getting to be a nuisance. so i'm going to stop talking to that person for a while and hope it goes away. the not talking to course of action is really getting to be my favorite.

long time
i just made my index.html readable again. i also tried making .htaccess unreadable, as i don't feel like i need to password this sucker anymore. but i'd like it around in case i change my mind, so i don't want to delete it.

what's up with this thing? i can't ever decide if i really want it around. i've explained my philosophy before that i'll blog if i want to and i won't if i don't, and it's more or less a self-fulfilling prophecy. but every so often when i get the desire to blog, i feel like i'm trying to force myself to. so i don't. right?

what is there to post about from the end of january to now? not much. visiting dad was great. and i intend to live there for a year if (when) all my applications to various law schools are rejected.

school is not so hard. i'm skipping through the 2 CS classes that i'm taking to fulfill tech electives with my eyes closed. which means i'm only slightly above the mean instead of acing them. but hey, you know me, right? embedded is definitely manageable. music signal processing i've managed to keep a grasp on, and is the only one i can foresee growing out of control. surfaces and knots... i can't say i did well on the midterm, but if i sucked it up, then everyone else must have done worse. or so i hope.

law school apps are done. and i'm already resigned to not getting in. so it doesn't bother me so much. of course it does a little, but one of the things i am best at is pushing those things to the back of my mind.

post for spring break, and post for the two movies i just saw last night.