I am teh lame

I can't believe that I havent updated since the beginning of time. Half the reason (or is that 1/4) is that it is so hard to summarize all the good and the bad without sounding self-absorbed or rambling on so long that people stop reading. I, at times, find myself zoning out while reading others drivel, so I understand how it is. I feel ya, brother.

Breakz0r

I've been antagonized ad-nauseam about my break and I'm finally here to dispell the myths of massive orgies, drunken trips to vegas and, of course, hampsters. You know, I find it pretty funny that every time someone asked me about my break, I would come up seemingly plausable, yet entirely random answer. The truth is, its hard to summarize in less than 12 syllables.

Hanging 'round the 'nut with Aaron and Morg was probably the highlight of my break. Honestly, I dont think I could have taken all the family related politics without them. And its not like we just had one celebration per holiday this year. For Christmas, we had not only 1 party, but 3!!! Of course, theres the obligatory Christmas Eve party held at Auntie Cousin Joanne's house (fo' reallie) but then certian relatives insisted on having not only one but TWO (count them, TWO) Christmas parties. And much to my dismay, that didnt mean that I got to open two sets of presents. damn.

It was nice, however, to get cooler-than-usual gifts from my parents. First, they got me an extended life battery for my geek-z0r laptop (Its really cool... not only does it more than double my battery life, but it has a cool flippy stand that changes the angle of the laptop making it easier to type). Next up, they got me some teh l33t Strong Bad gear (The full body SB tee which is a cool shade of dark grey/blue, the obligatory CGNU Dumples tee and spiffy static-cling stickums). I'm currently wearing the SB shirt and it is mighty comfortable and shockingly majestic. They got me a few other little things, including new racing-style (ricer) pedals for my car (My mom called them "bling-bling". At that moment, I knew I needed to kill someone). To be honest, these didn't go over too well (When I bought my car, I asked specifically if it came without pedal covers) with my semi-conservative (yet vehemently liberal), white-bread nature but thankfully they offered to exchange them with something that I did like, namely spiffy stainless-steel door sill protectors.

Other than that, I got a butt-load of cash which I will promptly dump on 640 GB of RAID.

Let see, after that, I had planned a modest new-years party at oxford which was quickly ditched by everyone like the Bradys at a gay bar. Instead of spending 2004 alone, I drove back up to the nut and "hung around" with the Hills, Fongs, my parents and some other random drunk people. This single event had to be my lowest point-- From now on, I vow to have only the most kick-ass new years bash ever. I mean, it wasnt totally boring... I was able to loose $2.50 playing poker and I did get a half-glass of champagne out of the whole ordeal. I felt bad though... I ditched them to come down to Irvine to party with the friendzors and when I was ditched, I came crawling back. I sense that karma was biting me in the ass on that one.

2004 hit me like a lead brick. I began to feel like I was ancient and saw my life flashing in front of me like one of those cheezy "B" movies from the 80s, complete with movie fog, atrocious acting, funny hair-dos and boss clothing. Really, I'm not even 2-0 yet so I dont have too much to worry about. It was just one of those random depression things... like when women get their periods... ... I can't believe I had one of those. FSCK!!!

Shortly after the 1st, I came back to the apartment only to be greeted by a very sickly Jothy (Jon & Kathy for those who arent "in the know"). They came down with something rank and it kept them in bed for like two weeks. Jon still isnt totally over the outbreak-- hes going to bed at 6pm --but will hopefully recover soon. Going into their place, I felt like Dustin Hoffman in Outbreak. I kept focusing on locating that damn "carrier monkey". I felt really bad for them as they missed probably the best part of their break. I spent the remainder of my break here at Oxford either hanging out with Jon (briefly), Manda or Aaron, all three of which were fun-z0r to be with.

School is lacking the cool.

Classes suck. Not only do I have weird-as-fuck professors, but all classes (including discussions) are mandatory. What the hell? Is the university all of a sudden trying to make sure that every student gets his (or her) moneys worth? Arg!!! I miss ditching classes. I'm taking 16 units as usual, ICS 121 (Software tools and [Crystal] Meth), ICS 141 (Programming Languages), Physics 20b (Cosm[et]ology), and Math 2a (Calculus) and they all stink. Some professors are more bearable than others but what really chaps my Mr. Hyde is the university's choice of room assignments! For both ICS 141 and Physics 20b, the scheduled lecture hall is IERF 101-- about the most uncomfortable and horrid room on campus. Not only are the blue plastic chairs excruciatingly backbreaking but they have NO support when it comes to the back or arse. For people who have no ass (like Jon) this can be unbearable... and for those who have no back (read: a really bad back) like muah, it can be an advil pills worst nightmare. I think no matter how medicated I am during class my back still throbs like Julia Roberts' massively-protruding-and-utterly-revolting forehead vein. sigh. And probably the worst part of my schedule is that I have huge, gaping gaps between classes which force me to either stay on campus for an hour or come home only to check email, grab a drink and drive back. Note to self: next year, schedule better, mofo!

To be honest, I believe I have written enough for the time being. I would like to reference my first sentence and also leave you with a wonderful image and an inspiring quote.

If you think I wrote "the bad lyric", comment!!