12 hours in LA

Left San Diego around 3 and arrived about 3 hours later. That meant Di, Ryan, and I had too many hours to kill in Hollywood so of course, we ventured to Amoeba where we all walked away with armloads of CDs. I don't care what anyone says; I'm damn proud that I bought the Guns 'n' Roses CD. Along with Elliott Smith's New Moon.

Met up with the friend's boyfriend, went to a hamburger joint where they played Dancing Queen in the restroom and your check came in a scary 4-inch pump. Oh West Hollywood. The only thing that I could take away from yesterday is that never again will I ever listen to Sound Team. I have seen bad sets before, but this took the cake. In fact, Sound Team took the fucking cake, ran away with it and had some sort of food fight with the cake. The opening band for Minus the Bear gave me a heart attack every time the singer sang in his grating, garage band shouting voice but there was something endearing about that band. Sound Team brought forth the urge to induce physical harm to the band members, like chucking hard fruit. I think I was musically offended after their set. It was too bad, too, because it really took away from the headliner, Voxtrot. Their lead singer carried the entire show but that's what lead singers do.

In other random news, somehow Camels has my UCSD mailing address and has been sending me odd stuff. First was a postcard that I ignored. But then they send me a purple rhinestone lighter today along with gift certificates and a guidebook. Um, did I get confused with Elton John?

Sungod

It came and went. Di did a great job and I was surprised whenever she took on the bitch persona and started kicking folks out of the VIP section. Hardcore. Concert was fun. I was happy. I wasn't happy being trapped in the constant surges of the crowd as they attempted to rush the barricades. Not cool at all. I think at one point, I wondered if I just did a tiny little hop as they rushed forward, would I just be carried along with the tide of legs and arms? Pinned between shoulders and back, I probably wouldn't even need to stand. But my sensibility kicked in and that idea was kicked out. Third Eye Blind played. Hello, Middle School, how wonderful of you to visit. Nostalgia, indeed.

The day itself was okay. Class and work while my roommates were getting obliterated. My French roommate walked around with the word "Penis" on her arm for about half the day. The Japanese one trampled around the grounds with her lovely Asian glow. The Irish/Chilean one stormed the campus with pen and notepad in hand as she was kicking ass and taking names of the drunk ones. And I awaited for my friends to show up, and I didn't expect to let one pass out on my bed, but hey, Sungod is the harbinger of surprises and vomit. Luckily, the latter did not happen so all was right in the world.

Though the most wonderful and terrible part of the weekend was seeing old friends that graduated the year prior. Great to see them. Terrible to know that after graduation, you're by yourself with no safety net to fall back on. Friendships don't come as easily in the working world, especially when your co-workers are a decade older than you. And then some.

1 month to go. It's time to milk this bitch dry for all the stories to tell in future times before I find myself swimming the vast sea of unemployment without land in sight or a buoy to cling to. Times like this, I wish I were more of a gold digger so that I can ambitiously clamour for that walking dollar sign instead of feeling guilty.

Yet I'm so over everything this place has to over. Let's just be vagabonds and roam the world as ocean pirates. International waters and all the shark fin soup you can have. It'll be fun. I promise.

Paris Hilton is a douche

I've never heard of a person more ridiculous than her that it sounds like a myth and I scorn her existence for making stupidity and flagrant excess so obvious. I mean, yes, there could be a handful of other millionaire individuals who spend their days at the spa, shopping or golfing but there's just something about this troll that makes me despise her. Currently, she's been awaiting a jail sentence for 45 days and is fighting tooth and nail to avoid it by blaming her publicist for false information regarding her suspended license and now she's actually starting a petition to our Governor for a pardon. In the petition, she says that pardoning her would just be like Gerald Ford pardoning Richard Nixon. Holy shit.

Also, college kids should NOT play Red Rover. This was a game meant for 5 year olds because they don't clothe line each other or taking running head starts to build up momentum for their 100-250 lbs frames. I almost lost my left arm playing that game today.

I'm going to Vietnam this summer, maybe I'll never come back.