Can you burn a copy of that? On water?

So I officially signed the contract to the I'm gonna be living in next year. I mean... it's not the best house, but it's the only thing we all could find within driving distance and within our budget. The house's previous occupant was some japanese artist dude and he painted a big symbol on the wall; "harmony". They're still putting on finishing touches but I'm still kinda iffy about the design of the kitchen. All the cupboards have a sorta panda expressy kinda design to it and it's just too oriental for me. I have no reason to complain, I didn't have to deal with a bullshit realty company and it was the best place we could find during our time crunch.

Yesterday I came back to Riverside from Burbank because Janelle FINALLY returned from her study-abroad trip to Hong Kong. It was sooooooooooooooooo indubitably, unfathomably, inexplicably nice to see her again. We later met up with Bails and Tasha to goto AVE.

I picked up Adam and Michelle from Little Saigon today because that where the bus ferries them from San Jose and we spent a good amount of time in Westminster. I feel that whenever I'm in that area, I have a sporadic obligation to play out being vietnamese; some things never leave you.

We are prepping for our Vegas trip that will officially commence later today. To remind you it's a David's birthday/grad trip so essentially it's gonna be that last time I'll be with nearly everyone together. A last hoorah...







... shit son, there ain't no last hoorahs






P.effing S. While we were in Little Saigon, I had Michelle use her V-Power in order to get me a poster of Tuan Anh. If you are not familiar, he is pretty much the Vietnamese equivalent to Prince even though he is nowhere remotely as handsome and is too androgynous to the point where it is a phenomenon that old-fashioned Vietnamese folks enjoy him.




"Why does he look like a girl mom?"
"That's his style."
"What about my style mom?"




"How 'bout we do it doggy-style?"
"You're not gonna fuck me like a dog!"
"It's doggie style. It's just the style. We don't have to go outside or anything."

Dripping with sauceness

By the time of this posting, the last week of instruction has already passed with very little time to absorb it all. Friday's fifteen page paper was due at 5 PM, was finished earlier in the the day at 11 AM, which was worked on nonstop since noon the Thursday prior (no rest, very little food).

Friday night I mushed with Bailey and Tasha; we went to the rocks for a small amount of time. Then we regrouped with everyone to go to this one party and pool afterwards at Mark's place. In the state of mind I was in, I took time to reflect on the past year and how some of my friends are moving away, the ones graduating, the ones that already left and it gets to me. That this very well may be our last hoorah. I will be sad when they all leave even though I'll see a few of them during the summer. They won't even be that far, but it's something about them being within arms reach that's really comforting. What's also bothering me is finding a place to live for next year. We keep getting turned down everywhere we go. People leasing the house with inane questions, treating the whole matter like a job interview; this is about kids trying to find a place to stay. Aside from me telling the guy that I'd keep his place tidy and make payments prompt, he still presses on to say, "You got anything else to say to win me over?" I'm thinkin' to myself, what the fuck? This guy is fucking ridiculous. So now, it leaves us on the search again and it's less than a month away before my lease ends.

Vegas is still two weeks away and I still need to get an ID, so any help my way would be great!

BTW! When I was cutting my hair earlier this week on the balcony, I noticed that one of my cactus plants had a red bulb growing out of it. It kinda came outta nowhere within the past few days so I didn't pay it any mind. A few hours later that night when I came out for a cig working my ass off on a paper I find this:








P.S. Knowing my friends... we've pretty much had like 50 'last hoorahs' and I think we have it in us for a 100 more.

Eins zwei drei shiggy shiggy schweine

I'm hustling my ass off this weekend because I got three papers due next week. I also have my hearing about the DUI this Tuesday. I'm trying to get all my resources together and everything on my end seems to be cohesive in regards to the police report I got. On top of Tuesday's list of duties, I'm gonna audition for 'Unlearning Curve' so I can chip away at the 170 units AND $1000 for a touring show.
Michelle and I submitted our credit check for a new house. It's a 4 bedroom 2 bath for 1800. The house itself is pretty dank seeing as how no students have lived there prior. I would also like to mention what a total babe the realtor is. She's got huge melons and I'm trying ever so slowly and tactfully to win her over despite our age gap. I already have her number(shamelessly taken off her business card)! I have it all planned out; I got my Zorro outfit and I will send love letters via arrow scroll and it'll be PERFECT.
The other night I was at Jesse's place where I saw a lot of old faces and some new. Ever since Jesse put on that Glukoza song, I cannaw git it oot uv mah 'ead. The next night I hung out with Jimmy, Shaun, Bo and a few others; trading scary stories etc etc. And today I went to Donald's basketball game and later we're gonna pick up a new TV for the backhouse, w00t!
My maltese is getting sick; she's getting old and it might be that time. And so, I've been spending more time taking my dogs out to different parks to keep them entertained and active. I especially like walking my pit bull; he's such a big baby. He's really strong and runs really fast so I stand on my skateboard while he pulls me like sled-dog. He may look tough but he is a big baby and a mass attention-whore.