migblog

my favorite new year's message left on my voicemail: "merry christmas, you fucking fuck! hey dude, it's so awesome that you're back in town, so i... we gotta hang out sometime. it's nate, by the way. you rock. and happy birthday." hooray for superfriends.

i can always count on tbs to show sister act on a lazy saturday afternoon, and for mtv to constantly rerun episodes of the real world: insert place here for the whole weekend.

ahh, the joys of cable tv and southern california laziness.

and now, for the long-awaited recap of the past year. sit back, relax, and get ready to read a lot of crap.

january. miguel's first time ever touching snow. i remember vividly rolling with jacob and angela down the slope of the snow park, and rolling a gigantic snowball from the position it was lodged in. and oh yeah, almost crashing into that tree. skiing was fun, even if with a half-torn left acl. then, the semester starts as miguel is officially a student in the university! (spring admits are hotter, we told you this. and did you believe us? hells yes you did.)

february. wow. i was depressed. i wanted to kill myself.

march. thank you, march madness, for giving me the pac-ten tournament in los angeles and the ncaa in oklahoma city. and thank you for giving me a chance. and for one of the best spring breaks i've ever had, getting to know that one person i never would have thought i would even be friends with. march, i remember everything about you, and it was something to definitely remember.

april. yay being da. and yay cal day being all wet. and yay for signing up for summer classes i can't pay for. and yay midterms, and yay pulling of ridiculous grades for the amount of time studying (inverse relationships? i think so!). much love. springtime brings the best out in people. after da workshops and term papers, it was a wonder how i pulled off decently in academics

may. moved out of th, and moved on with being an undergraduate in the university. no more being a freshman for me, thank you! it was a sharp realization that i had in the middle of one evening: i won't be living with daniel or brian or jacob anymore, no more triple bunks, no more piles of stuff that i have to worry about, no more gamecube until four in the morning. no more brian sitting precariously on his chair, no more jacob cursing profusely at the tv screen during monday night football, and no more daniel walking around naked after taking his shower. wait, that last one, i won't miss.

june. two weeks in socal, and that's all i get, since i move in to the apartment with noli and i start summer session c. calso shbs are a great way to spend time, since there's nothing to do in berkeley after classes except get drunk. or study. but who studies? (obviously, not me.) math fifty-five is a fun, engaging class; math one-a, not so much. i guess it also helps that i got a cool mormon gsi named michelle for my discrete math class, and my gsi alex was a dumbshit.

july. summer midterms. life seems humdrum, until in one fell swoop it turned fragile as we found out more and more about liam's suicide. even though that event wasn't until the end of july, it marked it enough to leave a horrible stain on our minds and hearts. i cried way too much, we found out a lot about each other, and there was a much more marked presence of liam and robin's absence as the yorkies tried to get their lives back to normal. michael is my hero, and miho is a rock. to all of you, much love. i miss you guys.

august. one year older. ftp as a second year. feel the burn of memorizing two hundred names, taking bus roll, being bus mommy, highstepping after not having done so intensely for clost to eight months, and coping with seventeen units for the fall. somewhere in there, fail miserably, and consquently, lose touch with southern california peeps because, well, i'm too busy.

september. six months. oh, and then i hated my roommate for reasons widely known. wham, bam, passive-aggressive awesomeness. i half-wanted to move out already, and i half-wanted to slap the dick out of his mouth for being such a non-grown-up about his being enslaved to the monster. and yes, i'm actually writing this fully knowing that one or both of them might eventually read this, and fuck you too, because i'm sick of it.

october. wow, david, that halloween party was crazy. and then everyone saw how desperate a certain metrosexual was to prove his straightness that it just ended up making him look more gay. and before all this, the initial apartment search, more building up of utter dislike, and midterm onslaught part one. not too bad, not too great. mediocre october.

november. first thanksgiving outside of the home, and i'm pretty glad that i spent it like i did. it was nice. and it was birthday-riffic. to the phonez and bones, we hellza rocked this month, and to everyone, we kept the axe! again! two for two, second year awesomeness, baby! midterm onslaught number two! miguel starts to die a little bit because of stress levels, nightmares, and basic dickheadedness. i hate the church.

december. i love my second years. you are awesome. and then, finals (ack! i lost...), and then, the most surreal christmas ever. thanks to the depressing foursome and the bowl game, i had the craziest three days ever, and those are three days i won't ever forget. alcohol up the wazoo for a week, and god knows how much time i spent at david's only to wake up drunk again on his futon. and then, there was the rose parade trip, and then, january was here.

to a most surreal and fucked up year, i thank you all, even if i really do hate you. because without you, there wouldn't be anyone to be the bad guy, you know?

here's to more craziness and love. beyonce style.

edit: leave me a resolution on the comments box, and we'll see if you live up to it.

posted by Open Source Food @ 8:02 PM