Dinhternet

Today started slow, but fin­ished awe­some. I can’t wipe the grin off my face right now as I look back.

Woke up a bit… fraz­zled. Gave Peggy S her wake-up call, then alter­nated between being online, watch­ing TV, and lay­ing in bed. Sound famil­iar? Yeah, I’ve been doing this for days.

Around lunch, got a call from Alice C that Habi­tat for Human­ity of Yolo County has a project for us. Score! Then I got an even bet­ter call. UCD called and a lady told me that I would be get­ting some­thing in the mail in the next cou­ple of days that includes infor­ma­tion on how to reg­is­ter for Fall 2005 classes! SCORE!

Watched some GTO with Will N for a while. After that, online job hunted really quickly basi­cally until it was time for the project. Took a shower and heated up a bur­rito, then I made my rounds and picked up Thu H, Jimmy P, Izzy P, and Peggy S. KVIE was fun, as usual. Except Peggy S was pick­ing on me all night. Like she broke my ter­mi­nal. And then she got Izzy P, who was sit­ting on my other side, to help pick on me, too. Good thing Russ, the stu­dio cap­tain, took my side.

It was her Elmo “Tick­les wanted,” shirt.

After the project, dropped every­one off and went to Joe M’s to fix his com­puter. He wasn’t home, though, so I left him a mes­sage and went over to Peggy S’s for a bit in case he was going to come home soon. She made some great noo­dles for me, and we watched TV for a bit. Then she looked like she was about to pass out on the couch, so I told her to go to sleep, and went home. Sorry Joe M… I guess I’ll fix your com­puter some other day.

Now I’m sit­ting here read­ing some more Xan­gas and con­sid­er­ing going to bed. Oh, and to Ali­son W… you have no one to blame but your­self for read­ing this when you should be hard at work.

Good lord, this is the last band­wagon I want peo­ple jump­ing on.

Let’s see… yes­ter­day morn­ing… I woke up around 8. Read Crypto­nom­i­con in bed until a lit­tle before 10. Went to wake up Thuong T, but she was already up. Went online and the first IM I get is from Peggy S telling me to post. So I do. Fol­lowed by check­ing up on other people’s blogs. Includ­ing Joz’s, which I haven’t been to in a while. She’s got a post about the world’s ugli­est dog. It reminds me of the rat mon­key clay­ma­tion mon­ster from Dead Alive. It’s scary that such a thing could exist in this world.

Any­ways, went back to the book after that. That’s basi­cally all I did all day, expect for my brief moment of human con­tact when Peggy S came over to pick up Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

At 5 I went down­stairs to watch Simp­sons, and got ready to go to Ali­son W’s farewell din­ner dur­ing That 70s Show. I was one of the first to get there, so I helped Ali­son W carry the food from her place out to the pic­nic area and got the grill going. She had SO much food! Ham­burg­ers, hot dogs, and chicken and ribs that she had made ahead of time, too. The ribs were awe­some, by the way… and a fam­ily secret of hers, so if you didn’t come try them yes­ter­day, you’re SOL now.

I had fun cook­ing and chill­ing. Quote comes from a ran­dom con­ver­sa­tion I over­heard as I went near Almira V to get a drink.

Sorry Esther P, but all of those things seem very implausible.

Oh, and if I could record sound effects, I would have a sec­ond quote from when Esther P bonked her­self and then Dorothea C on the head with an empty water bot­tle and asked every­one around them which sounded hollower.

Soon, it got dark and peo­ple slowly wan­dered home. The remain­der of the APhiO crowd went with Alice C over to Thoreau to check out her KHOP liv­ing space. It’s nice, except for the cur­rent lack of AC.

Then back to the pic­nic area, and we decided to go to Café Bernardo’s, since I still owed Ali­son W a wikki from our birth­days. We got there just at last call, and got five wikkis with only three IDs. And then the bar­tender for­got to charge us. Or maybe he was just hit­ting on Dorothea C in her hot Dorae­mon shirt. No one actu­ally downed their drink with me, though. I was sad… you ruin the wikki by not down­ing it! Well, not “ruin,” but it def­i­nitely tastes best if you down it imme­di­ately, giv­ing the ingre­di­ents no time to set­tle and separate.

Oh, and I know all the ingre­di­ents except for one now! The bar­tender use vodka, (some other clear liquor) gin, white tequila, triple sec, clear rum, amaretto, orange juice, pineap­ple juice, cran­berry juice, and 151 in the straw. And this one didn’t bother with the jig­ger; he just poured straight from the bot­tle into the straws. (He did have a pourer on the bot­tle, though. It would be MAD skillz if he didn’t.) I’m guess­ing the last item is either more vodka, or maybe gin. I’m gonna have to experiment.

After the wikki’s, I think orig­i­nally the plan was to go to Sophia’s, but inter­est seemed low, so we all went home. Took a shower, and then chat­ted online with Peggy S until sunrise.

Best of luck to you in LA, Ali­son W!

And then for yes­ter­day. Or as I like to call it, “National Feed Dinh Day.”

Woke up from a weird dream I had. If you’ve read Gantz, I dreamed that some friends and I had those power suits, and were fight­ing mon­sters, but ended up con­fused and turn­ing on each other.

Worked on the web­site for a bit. I couldn’t get it to do what I wanted it to do, though. I hate that feel­ing. I really need to look through all of Erik’s code and get a bet­ter feel for how every­thing fits together, instead of learn­ing about things as I try to change them. Also inputting basi­cally every pair­ing back to Toy term. I had pair­ing lists sent to me for Tran and West terms, but Toy term was all mem­ory. And look­ing through var­i­ous ImageS­ta­tions at pic­tures from our BB Revealing.

Will N was clean­ing up down­stairs, which I thought was a lit­tle odd. But I really should have been sus­pi­cious when he moved the fur­ni­ture out­side. Last time we did that was for his birth­day. But then he took me out to lunch and I thought noth­ing more of it. I guess I’m a sucker that way. Dis­tract­ing me with food works every time… keep that in mind if you ever want to pull a fast one on me.

Took Will N to class after lunch, and went online some more. Then it was time to head over to Will Oh’s for his Aggie Auc­tion after-BBQ. It was really good… thanks Will! You are the best chair ever. Had some awe­some Korean BBQ and kim chi, then swam for a bit in the Avalon pool with Roger, Michelle, and Ben.

Then it was time for the Toyfest BBQ at Arroyo Park. Headed over there with Peggy, and we were among the first there, of course. Thanks mom­mies! You guys are the best mom­mies ever! They fed us burg­ers, hot dogs, and “xa xiu” chicken. The turn-out was good, too. I think we had more peo­ple at the BBQ than we did for the Toy Class Reunion around Christ­mas time. Quote coems from when we were all stand­ing around the grill wait­ing for Mommy Van to feed us -

And then he real­ized that didn’t really help his case.

Then I headed over to Kitty’s place because Kitty and Will N had been telling me to go to Terren’s birth­day BBQ all week. Will N was pretty insis­tent on it, too… espe­cially today. Chilled there for a while… it was weird, because it was the first party I’ve been to in a while where I didn’t know every­one… it was mostly Terren’s ChemEng friends. Shiz­zle was there, though! I haven’t seen that fool in ages. Bao, James S, and I sat in the cor­ner, mostly. I had hella Coro­nas and took a birth­day shot of Henny with Terren.

Then Eddie came over and said some funny stuff. James S and I decided to go back to the apart­ment to see what was up. And it was a sur­prise party for us! And Ali­son, although… James S was told it was for me, and Ali­son was told it was for James S and me. So again, we had a joint sur­prise party. Thanks to Eddie and Will N for putting that that together! And yeah, I’m slow. And I was sur­prised. Again.

And thanks to every­one who came by to chill with me! Sorry I was a bit of a downer last night at my own party. I get weird around this time of year. Damn intro­spec­tion! So yeah, I chilled on out­side more than any­thing, and avoided the dance floor when­ever pos­si­ble. Thanks to Peggy for push­ing me just a lit­tle past my lim­its.

Peo­ple started migrat­ing to and from the like four other par­ties in town, and mine fiz­zled out after a while. That’s cool, though… I just passed out.