Dinhternet

OK, now for the real post about yes­ter­day… (Wow, it’s nice to be caught up.)

Let’s see… woke up around 8 from a dream I had about my old group of friends from San Jose com­ing together again. I feel really bad for los­ing con­tact with them. But yeah… after I left Santa Teresa, they all kinda went their own ways, too. Chris N went down to SoCal after Vy. Adam P moved to Red­ding and got mar­ried. Mike W moved to… Ari­zona, I believe… Nirav S went to UCI. Jason C and Siavash S are still in town. Jason C’s mar­ried and Siavash S is close. Wow… they’re all mar­ried, or were in long-term rela­tion­ships last time I talked to them. What a long way from the nerd patrol we were in mid­dle school. I’m the only one keep­ing the nerd alive!

Any­ways… played around with the mail­ing lists, but I still couldn’t fig­ure any­thing out. Chat­ted and posted, of course. Read some more MPD Psy­cho. Oh, and kept call­ing peo­ple for Spring Fling. It’s great to be made chair at 1 AM the night before a project. Luck­ily, that was early enough to con­tact every­one except one per­son. But that one per­son was kinda wor­ri­some. Made myself some break­fast, and then I was off.

Went to the bank to cash Steph L’s $4 check. Took that and all the change I had to the 76 around the cor­ner to get enough gas to pick peo­ple up and take them to the project. Picked up Peggy S, but she was still eat­ing. That’s OK, because I got there a lit­tle early from my errands and used that time to look up how to get to the project. Which is kinda impor­tant. Picked up David P, Haley K, and Christina K from cam­pus, and then headed to Woodland.

We got to the project just on time. Good thing I decided to go about 15 min­utes ear­lier than I thought absolutely nec­es­sary. The in-town travel took a while because it was one-lane traf­fic with lots of reds. The project itself was really fun. First we played musi­cal chairs with the kids, only there was enough seats for every­one, and every seat had a color. After the music stopped, we would pick a color to win, so every­one was a win­ner. (The kids didn’t really catch on.) Then we had them color some paper plate fishies. And then we played a fish­ing game with them where they hold a stick with an alli­ga­tor clip on a string over the “water” and then catch a toy.

After­wards, Haley K told us about how 4/25 was Coldstone’s free ice cream day, and the clos­est one is in Wood­land, since the one at the Mar­ket­place isn’t open yet. None of us knew where it was, though, but luck­ily one of the teach­ers did. (It’s by Wal­mart, at the oppo­site end of Main St.) Rolled over there to find out the free ice cream cake is only from 5 PM to 8 PM, so we were a lit­tle too early. Haley K sug­gested wait­ing, but peo­ple had class. And I didn’t really feel like wait­ing hours for a free slice of cake, no mat­ter how deli­cious it might be. Col­lected some gas money to be sure we had enough to get every­one home, and then back to Davis we went.

Chilled at the apart­ment for a bit. Julie C asked me to come over to her place and fix her inter­net. Unfor­tu­nately, I could only get her lap­top online, and not her desk­top. Back to the apart­ment. More chill­ing online. then Eddie C and I caught the bus to cam­pus for the gen­eral meet­ing. It went pretty fast. And it was like the small­est crowd I’ve seen in a while. BComm had two peo­ple to present to… Kim and Tina. Every­one else was miss­ing. Oh, and we had no cos­tumed char­ac­ter this time because Clint S was sup­posed to do it, but by the time we were called up, he had to go to work.

MNR was at “U-Mall.” But that really means it was at Old Tea­house. I don’t get why they didn’t just say Old Tea­house. I wasn’t plan­ning on eat­ing, but once I stepped inside, my stom­ach got the best of me. Thanks aBB for din­ner! Chilled there for a while and then remem­bered Jack­son T’s sur­prise party. Caught a ride with Mo W, Almira V, and Merry C to that. Only we were locked out of the sur­prise place for a while. And the Aspen Vil­lage man­ager yelled at us for being too loud on the stairs. What­ever… we were talk­ing in nor­mal voices, and it wasn’t even 10 PM yet.

The “sur­prise” party was pretty chill. Jack­son T didn’t look sur­prised at all. The cake was nice. And Ron L made these… things. They were pas­try wraps with a cream cheese and onion fill­ing. Good, but I wish I had known they were salty before I mixed it with the cake. We mostly just sat around and joked. Quote comes froma ran­dom con­ver­sa­tion I overheard -

Hehehe. Ron L’s got such a rep­u­ta­tion.

After most peo­ple left, we had a lit­tle “story time.” That was hilar­i­ous. Sophia C says I should write a book with all my life sto­ries in it. Espe­cially my bird story. What’s that, you say? You haven’t heard my bird story? Well, gather yon­der, young chil­dren, and let me tell you a tale of long ago. An epic saga of an age now lost when dinosaurs roamed the earth… when men were men and women knew it.

So back when I was at Santa Teresa High School… it was my junior year, and I was tak­ing a quiz in my Math Analy­sis class. It was some­time in May, so the weather was on the warm side, and the AC hap­pened to be bro­ken in the build­ing, so my teacher left the door open in the off chance that a ran­dom breeze would cool us down. In the mid­dle of our quiz, a bird flies into the room. Some peo­ple get freaked out, so the teacher starts play­ing with the light switch, hop­ing that it would make the bird go back out­side. The bird wasn’t hav­ing, it, though… it just cir­cled the room, above our heads. And every time it flew over me, it shat on my head. Not once, not twice, but three times, it shat on my head. It didn’t hit any­thing else in the room. And after the third time, it took off, never to return.

The bird had never even landed inside. It’s almost as if its only pur­pose in life was to come get me. So after that, I quickly fin­ished up my quiz, and then asked to go to the bath­room to clean myself off. This was right before lunch, too. I didn’t really feel like eat­ing after that. Oh, and to the peo­ple who won­dered why I didn’t move after I got hit the first time… I didn’t think it would hit me two more times. I mean, seri­ously… what are the odds?!