more instances of my college life and other miscellaneous stream of consciousness.

in other words, listen to me procrastinate.


yesterday i was in powell library trying to learn math. and i kept taking mental breaks of about five seconds to just think of things other than math. i realized i really dont like math. but i love science. biology physics. chem...eh not so much.

anyway.

so i have a history of modern thought class, which is the most boring class i have ever been in so far. however, it is fun because i sit with two of my favorite people, pat and kyle. and we make it fun by passing notes, playing hangman, and writing stories.

the way we write stories is like this.

first kyle writes a word. then pat writes a word. and then i write a word. and then we repeat.

the funny part is that they love writing things about ... well, i guess what every college level horny guy likes to write about.

except theyre not even... "horny". but i think they like to write stuff like that because they think i am prudish and they do it just to get a rise out of me. which they get sometimes hahah. but i'm a good sport. and kyle loves it because i try so hard to keep it clean, pg status. its just funny for them. and when we read the story at the end of class, its funny for me too.

umm...

so that class is located in deneve, a building through which there is another "building" i guess (a complex? i dunno what to call it at this point), in which some of my friends live.

usually after my class in de neve i'll go up to the other building, dykstra, to visit my friends that live there.

this is a really lame story by the way im warning you now haha.

so for a couple of my friends i used to make them random things during my very boring lecture. and i hadnt done anything in a long time, plus writing the story with kyle and pat wasnt occupying my time enough, so i decided to make another random thing for the dykstrans.

i wanted to make a portable high five. except i never got around to making it as cool as it sounds because i am a perfectionist and every time i traced my hand it looked unsatisfactory. hahah. plus i was trying to do neat calligraphy on it and i kept trying to color it in with pen and i dunno it just wasnt working out for whatever reason.

anyway.

so i kept drawing hand after hand. trace hand, flip page. trace hand again. draw an H, get pissed off, turn page, add word to kyle and pat's story, trace hand again, this time write an h and an i, flip page, add word to story, make angry face and kyle and pat, and trace hand again.

so this was all wednesday.

so YESTERDAY, when i was studying in powell, i pulled out my notebook, the one with a billion hands in it now hahah.

i flipped to a clean page, started doing math. and then, all of a sudden this thought came into my mind. it was something i had said to my roommate a night ago when she came back after watching her brother's jazz band performance. something very honest and true. "Musicians are my favorite."

you know me? then you know they are. =p

so, i dont know why except that i thought it was a good idea, i flipped to one of the hands i had drawn, and on the first line inside that hand, i wrote, musicians are my favorite.

and then i kept on reading about lagrange error bound or something like that.
and then a while later i remembered something that crossed my mind last weekend when i was sipping apple cider while listening to my friend talk pretty loudly.

and then i wrote it down next to the first line i had written in the little hand. "i prefer low voices and intimate settings."

and then i did more math.

and by the time i left the library my little hand was full.


so here is what it says. random stuff about me. and it has a lot to do with me hating math. i wonder why.




musicians are my favorite. I prefer low voices and intimate settings. In a man, I value morals and social graces. I like taking breaks to look around at the people near me. I do not use my Yves Saint Laurent sunglasses nearly enough. Any writing of words or phrases in math homework I think has been the only real thing to invoke sheer annoyance in me. It's just disgusting. The two should not be mixed. I have realized he and I cannot be lovers. I am passive aggressive towards the study of mathematics. I hate it. This should explain why the F-word is so omnipresent on my math homework. Boys are weak. If I could get a tattoo it would be of the word "Whatever", encompassing everything I am and everything I'm not.






so thats that


my boys are weak comment. thats something i would not normally say. because i just usually dont think that way. i dont like it. but i happened to think it at powell library. maybe a guy was holding less books than his girlfriend or something... =p and if i really had to get a word tattooed on me, itd prolly be... strokes. hahah.

i love you guys.


btw

today i would like to thank:

rod, arsham, maral, aida, rachel halper, ASHLEY, and adanna for being amazingly beautiful people. and pat and kyle =p

and sarah for always being so good at pretending that im decent looking. hahah i love you kid now lets kill em.