We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.

mgmt is like one of my top five fav bands right now. that song is about how living for the moment is better than following the typical paths, called "time to pretend." its fun.
its hard to decide on the correct temperature for a bath when you're sunburned but it's cold outside. i decided on hot until it turned cold. fuck you sunburn. i keep saying i'm immune, but my skin always has to make a liar/fool out of me. whatev.
so our house is now called "the fell street Dancery -- no dancing allowed." please refer to it by its proper christian name from now on, thank you. if you would like to know why its called that, then you have to come to our house and see.
overall, i'd say its been a fabulous weekend. saturday, shandy and i, committed to the taffy puller cause, went to fantastico to find supplies. fantastico is one of the seven best things on earth. probably one bazillion square feet of anything you can imagine. i swear to you, there was a fifty foot isle, fifteen feet high, dedicated to miniature hats and ribbon. i dare you to question me. we found supplies for costumes and for what later turned out to be roommate bonding time. three engineers built something that reposefully circumvolves so well, only three engineers could have built it. you don't get that joke 'cause you don't live with me. but if you come to my house i'll tells ya' all about it...
yesterday was bay to breakers! thats the reason why you live in san francisco, suckers. if you can't drag yourself out of bed for ten minutes to see a parade of fun times that will walk no more than three point five miles by your house ( yeah i did that math. thats the radius of sf) than you are a lazy sucker who deserves to live in san jose. so move out and lower my rent. andrea & brad and their crew, and larry & grant, plus diana, shandy, and i had some early beverages then embarked on our journey. jesus, yesterday was so hot. i sweated off my face sunscreen. i broke my costume literally thirty feet outside of my house. tug-o-war was a bust. BUT rope was excellent at keeping us together + limbo time + JUMP ROPE! ^ max. jump rope is the best way to pick up cute chicks at b2b. people love jump rope, and i had no idea about this. please see photos for more infos.
but this brings me to a new segment of this blog that i'd like to call "17 reasons that diana chow is better than you". number one, you might have guessed, is she can spin the rope for you to jump, and jump in it at the same time. i had no idea about this girl's jump ropin skills. in a skirt, wig, crocks, and holding a purse, no less. skills. put it on your resume chicka!
i got pretty wasted. i also refused to drink water on account of needing the room in my bladder for booze. what i remembered was it that when i started drinking water last year i had to pee, and that sucked. so this year, i didn't want to pee so i didn't drink water. bad choice, devo. whilst waiting for the n i had a run in with tunnel vision and some dragons spitting fire. thank goodness for my shandy. he's like the best baby sitter ever. from now on you have brother status. please expect me in your wedding photos.
when i got home the shampoo in my shampoo bottle was hot, like slightly scalding to the touch, and i'm pretty sure it should be illegal for the world to be that hot. so i'm working on some legislation. hoping those years of student congress pay off (that's for you fellwock)
time to be restin my sore jump rope swingin arms.
*devo*

I can't come around down here, not with you, and i won't be coming here again

...(i can't stand the pain) frank black has got to be one of the greatest song writers of all time. i know a lot of people think the pixies are all cheese, but his solo stuff, and the stuff with the catholics, is reeeeeal good. that song is called "out of state" and i beg of you to look it up and listen to it. maybe then you'll understand...
so i woke up in better spirits this morning that in many many mornings past. there are possibly many things that led to these good spirits. for one, i went to bed at like 9:30 on a friday night. i'm sorry, michael, that i didn't come to candy committee, but sometimes, a girl just wants to be depressed in her room. and when i woke up this morning i said to myself "yeah i went to bed at 9:30 on a friday, what of it?" and that was kinda' refreshing, not to be held accountable to someone cause i was sad and i didn't want to go out. its hard to explain, but its refreshing. its also nice to wake up in the most awesome city on earth in a badass apartment and knowing that i created this reality my own self.
so i dance.
tanya left. i'm sad 'cause she's rad.
don't you find it weird that you can listen to a band or an album that you discovered when you were in a certain period of your life, and it puts you right back in that place? the french kicks always remind me of those few months i lived in san jose. san jose sucks. people that wish they could live in san francisco but can't so they brag about how they're one of the 10 largest cities in the us. san jose sucks. yucky. worse than oakland. :-)
today is last minute prep for bay to breakers day. i am going to by the thickist piece of 20 foot rope i can find in this great city. i also plan on aquiring a whistle and chalk. join our fun if you want to find out why. (its for tug of war!) b2b passes by in front of diana, shandy and my house, so we're hosting the six thirty am pre party tomorrow morning if you want a mimosa. my treat. i don't imagine that the rope aquisition should take long so please call me if you wanna play. i'm already bored and i don't want to sink low today.
*devo*

they fall in love with the girl they perceive (not you)

if you know me, you know i've been pretty miserable. i'm sure i've been pretty miserable to be around too. turns out, i don't care that much though. maybe i will next week. i'm sorry until then.
so i was on approximately my 45th minute in the cold bathtub just now, singing that song, "sunshine" by samiam on the top of my lungs, and it occurred to me i should blog again. maybe its passe, i dunno. if you can't say everything about your life in one sentence or less no one wants to know whats happening anymore. i wonder if anyone even still subscribes to this guy? whatev. this blog started off as my attempt to get over the gut wrenching bullshit a break up causes, and i know it ended up being the funny tales of dates gone bad, but for now, i wallow. laughs to come later. i also listen to pussy music. i thank you in advance for your guitar-soloist-singer-song-writer-emo recomendations.
i wonder if diana can hear me singing at the top of my lungs in the tub.
duuud. there are ants everywhere. whats going on.
so here are the two most exciting things that have happened to me in order of excitement
1) joe announced there was one ip address in the office eating up all the bandwidth and we all ran around trying to figure out which one ended in 23. it was more climactic than we that when it turned out to michael's old mac. a bit torrenting parting gift?
2) i cleaned my room
some other high lights include, but are not limited to finding a parking spot immediatly like right in front of my house, setting off the alarm in the office (but i knew the secret password), and gaining the knowledge of how to detect just ie7 via javascript.
i think work is pretty much the only thing that's kept me from the ledge lately. i love work. but i hate programming at home lately. so i don't know if im actually that interested in our product, or if its the puppy thats in the office every day of the week. <3>