today is my last day in humboldt for the break, and really little is
happening. Cause i dont have a laptop, ive been using a dinasaur of a mac
powerbook g3 from 1997. God, what a hateful machine. How its not dead now,
I dont know. I cant even access some websites (facebook, the bane of my
social existance), thank god b0g is not too flashy for IE 5 for mac.
anyway, my new years was pretty excelent, except for the fact that everyone
from my highschool conviens in the plaza for some drunken madness. sadly
for me, i went as well. Its always disconcerting when people you really
dont know/ dont like anyway are excited to see you. Its hard at this point
to be as dismissive as I would like to be, and if I were, some of those
drunken football players might want to fight me. In fact, they just wanted
to fight the cops who were being very friendly, just watching hordes of
underage kids drink out of handles and smoke a whole lot of weed in front
of them. Yeah, thats how northern california is.
so, I had to stop some guys from doing some very stupid things, and in this
process ended up helping some people i still despise. oh well.
And so back to santa cruz tomorrow, with two brand new roomates. They will
be subjugated to our rampant drug abuse, and we shall see if they can hold
up under the pressure. I doubt it, because we WILL try to break them.
Hazing is so much fun.
My grandfather just died, and because of that we inherrited a big house in
boston, which we are promptly going to sell. Fuck that place, what a
shithole. Hopefully with that money we can buy a sweet house in north
vancouver, canada. Now that would be sweet.
Say, any boggers in santa cruz? I dont want to meet you or anything, just
know that im in close proximity. And as for you Mr. Williams, you gained a
great deal of my respect when i found out you surf b0g on school computers.
They blocked it for regular students, but you must have admin status. Good
man, sir.
No pictures, fucks! hahaha.
posted by lovelinefan on Tuesday 2nd January 2007, 21:09:01
The new years. The old years.
