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*