12/18/00
monday before last (damn it seems so long ago now), she called, and we talked, then tuesday got exempted from the astronomy final and wednesday i studied and picked up jen at the airport really really late then on thursday i forgot my homework and took the biolab final (and got an a in the class, thankyouverymuch) then studied more then friday took the biology final and fixed my headlights (like a real man) and worked 'til nine, then dinner with steve and trish and jen at the cantina and ended up at shawn's party in the mission, so then on saturday got up early and hauled ass to the airport and got on a plane and met larkin outside on my way for a smoke in and we went for a drink/coffee and she dropped me off and mom and i had dinner then met up with her and john and we ended up at the expo lounge (from whence i came) and on sunday i called cory and tried to surprise him but he (just) knew i was in town so we met for breakfast at john's cafe and had shots with candice at terilli's and rolled to northpark just like old times and met mom and amanda at good eats and matt and john showed up(!) as a little surprise for me(!) and we rolled out and went to "the loft" where wesley/micheal, charly p., james p. and others are living and even more are kicking it so somehow matt and i ended up talking until really late about our respective paths and our respective rock stardom (or lack thereof) and instead of crashing at my mom's place for lack of a key that would end up causing mad problems, i crashed at matt's after watching die hard and woke up from dreams of plane crashes within dreams of sleeping in a dark room and thank god for vacation and there's no place like home.
link: i miss k10k. also, one might like to sign up for the groovysites mailing list.
on the deck: the toadies' rubberneck and and david allen coe's greatest hits.
reading: the same shit, confederacy of dunces by john kennedy toole, wasting america's money by guy lushin, teach yourself cgi programming with perl in a week by eric herrmann, and wired.