Californiaaaaaaa

Who: Me, Brian, Paul

When: July 13th to 26th

Where: Califuckinfornia

Why: To boldly go where no me, brian, or paul has gone before.

What: what?

Objective: Get on a plane, fly to Cali, rent a car for 2 weeks, drive to San Fran, San Jose, LA, Hollywood, Disneyland, San Diego, Tiajuana, and Las Vegas.

Cliffhanger line: Can we get it done? Will we make it in time? Will we get arrested? Will we do drugs in Mexico? Strippers in Vegas? Hookers in Vegas? Drugging hookers in Disneyland? Hooking druggers in San Fransisco at a chinese restaurant? Why is this all about drugs and hookers?

I don't know, but keep reading for the epic conclusion, sometime next month!

Sponsor me, Cold Stone

There is this new Icecream place that is opening new stores every day that just rocks my taste buds, the same way that Krispy Kreme parties in my mouth and Wendy's parties in my stomach. It's called Cold Stone, and I love it.

First off, beside the one in the mall, walking into the place smells like what I think Willy Wonka's chocalate factory would smell like if it really existed. Not just the smell of baked goods, but also chocalates, nuts, candies and yes, the icecream itself.

So what's the twist that makes this icecream so good? Well, you basically get to create your own flavor mix of ice cream that's as delicious as Ben and Jerry's, but 10 times more customizable, and 10 times less watered down than a Dairy Queen Blizzard. They scoop up the icecream, take your mix-ins, plop it on to their self-named invention, the Cold Stone, which is basically a frozen slab of marble, and they mix the toppings into the icecream by hand. Because the stone is frozen, the icecream doesn't taste mushy. So the Cold Stone is what makes Cold Stone, Cold Stone. You'd be disappointed if you tried this with a carton of Breyer's.

The icecream choices are thick, not too sweet, and just the right flavor. The mix-ins are perfect, there's everything you'd ever want to put into your icecream that you'd normally want to put in your icecream. The only mix-in mixing that I would want to see added is Marshmellow syrup. Though they have marshmellows, I think marshmellow syrup is a little bit better. Unless of course, they'd like to melt me a handfull of marshmellows every time I went there.

IT'S DELICIOUS. GET MORE COLD STONE.

Okay Cold Stone. I just plugged the shit out of you. Please send me coupons or something. I want more icecream.

Randomly Switching Topics

There are certain people out in the world that when you're having a conversation with them, they never manage to stay on topic. You'll be telling them about how, for example, you graduated, and suddenly they'll just switch topics. And it's really annoying, because you're making a point to make a point about something, and they'll just randomly go on about something else.

Apparently, this is true. That 125,000 dollar piece of paper known as my diploma says Bachelor of Arts. That's it. Nothing else. Everyone elses degree says Bachelor of Science in *insert field of study*. Granted, I did cop out and switch from a BS to a BA, but why doesn't it say in computer science? That's BS. Er.. Bullshit.

My fingers still really hurt from bowling yesterday. Haven't bowled in at least a year, used a 14 pound ball because all the lighter balls have finger holes drilled to fit 12 year old girls.

There's a heat wave coming today. Supposedly going to be in the 100's. I hate the heat. I hate not having an air conditioner. My room is going to be way too hot. I think i'll head over to the mall, get some sushi, and have some nice cold ColdStones icecream, then just sit around and relive my days as a mallrat. Too bad the malls around here don't have arcades.

Why is it that Arcades have died? I remember living in an arcade for a summer. Street Fighter, Mortal Combat, Captain America and the Avengers, Spider-Man, Arkanoid, Galaga, Pin-ball machines, and Tron's mom. They were great.

Alright, I know we were talking about something, but I don't remember what it was. A good writer would scroll back up and review what he wrote. Ha!

Wow, Ha! looks really stupid written out.

This post is for Tron

In the midst of early summer haze, when the humidity is hot enough to melt the balls through my sack, I sit here contemplating. It's the kind of comtemplation one does when he has no air conditioning, filled with thoughts of yester-years, years when the not-so-gentle hum of the window unit blew cold air into the room. There's nothing else to keep a person cool in this fuckin weather, so you sit and thing.

You think of the cool dry air conditioned room while waiting for your character to land in WoW. He flies over mountains covered with snow, and you gently curse under your breathe, wishing for days when snow existed. You fly over lush green valleys, and you wonder, is it as humid down there as it is in your room?

I cry for the good old days when air conditioners worked. The whirling of the fan on high does nothing. It just swirls hot air around, hot air that slowly fills with moisture as more of the heat outside permeates into my room, into my body, into my memories. It permeates into my mind, telling me how torturous the world is. How cruel that 15 feet away, someone is sleeping quietly in an air conditioned room, hearing the not-so-gentle hum of an window unit, as it blows cold air in her face. The same cold air that used to blow in my face.

So many years ago.

Two days before the first day of the rest of my life.

Graduation from Drexel is in two days. After Saturday, June 11, 2005, I will be a free man. A very poor free man.

Yes, unlike my more fortunate friends, I don't have a job lined up. I can't honestly say I tried very hard to look for one though, I kinda like the thought of taking a summer vacation--a luxury I didn't get to have because of Drexel's co-op system. So while all the other colleges were having fun during the summer, taking trips to mexico, jamaica, california, and all those other nice summer places, I was slaving away at some airconditionerless lecture hall, listening to some pompous professor tell me why i'm dumber then him, because he wrote a book and I didn't.

So I want a summer vacation, I want to go to cali, and vegas, and some island off the coast of America. I want to do those things too. Somewhere out there, there's some guy filming the next girls gone wild, and I wanna see it live. I don't want to be working at some company, sitting in a cubicle and watching it while working... I want to be there!

I'm so not ready to grow up. I suck at this life thing. I feel like a summer vacation will let me sort things out.

And then I'll be ready for the rest of my life, but not until I'm ready to be ready.

First things First

Thank you to Theresa, Heng, and Tuan for being the only real people who made me feel like it was my birthday during my birthday week. Kinda funny, cuz i'm not really that close to you guys, so it was a real change of pace to share a moment with you three and create a memory that will be remembered until the next time I drink a drink with the word "Secretion" in it.

Thanks again, and to the rest of my friends, you guys suck so very much. I probably didn't do much for you guys either, so i'll let you guys go this time, bitches.

SCHOOL IS OVER

I'm done! OMFG, I can't believe i'm done. Five years. Five long years of agonizing over bits and bytes, ones and zeros, ifs and elses, strings and floats, java and c, and all sorts of other things and things, and I'm finally done!

I barely passed my last classes. But that's another story.

The fact is, I'm done!

Seriously though, besides school and WoW, nothing interesting is happening. Will continue exercising my literary prowess tomorrow.

Please come read tomorrow =)