i was all kinds of hot
best spruce house party EVER.
i have around 90 pictures of people going nuts. it's hilarious. everyone had some pretty creative costumes (north spruce track and field!) and i have to say, the fanta girls and the giant loofah all added to the ambience. (i myself went as a fratboy -- appropriately enough there was a girls gone wild camera crew as well as a few girls going wild... hehehe.)
pre-partied with ben and sam, ie. finishing a bottle of jagermeister by ourselves and then downing our respective six-packs at spruce. ben was the priest, sam was the jew, and i was the sinner.
oh man. glory of glories. and since they were both too tired/wasted/tiredwasted they slept over, which really just means mcdonald's in the morning and more hanging out in the end.
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wet hot american summer is a great movie. have i told you this before?
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the AiR show went great! but before that, we had all gone to the city to go sing for the tenderloin child care center, this day care for underprivileged families. it was so great, these kids were so cute. and after the set we all piled into the elevator and next thing you know, we're stuck.
we got stuck in an elevator in the tenderloin.
HILARITY. we were giving each other high-fives and "i've never been stuck in an elevator before!" was the chorus of the moment. jooho looked at us and stated scorning us. until we all realized that we had to be at the show in about a half hour. then it turned into the waiting game.
jooho finally said, "see? this is nothing to be that excited over."
he was right, after all. so we booked it to berkeley, made it JUST IN TIME for our show, and gorged ourselves on smart alec's.
the halloween show was very well received. i had a blast performing for the first time. and it's true; you really can't see jack when you're standing on stage.
so excited for west coast!
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so i'm set to sing for the west coast show (under the bridge what what), and it's a big deal since they had so many other songs to choose from. why my solo? i dunno. hopefully becuse it sounds good.
you all should go. it's a guaranteed sell out crowd, so buy tickets
here!
we're performing on friday, but both shows are freaking awesome.
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so glad that there's no band this week.
self-gratification
dude, this is awesome.
watch me sing. (get quicktime to view it.)
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that little clip made me want to make a movie, and you know what? i'm not the kind of person who just dreams big, i actually want to make this happen.
i want to make a documentary of AiR going to divisionals and witnessing either the glory of victory or the agony of defeat. in there there's character exposition, you know, hopes and dreams and expectations, the muckymuck of rehearsal, the excitement of being on tour and doing gigs, toughing out choreography... it's collegiate a cappella at its best and its worst. and we fucking LOVE IT.
we are, of course, going to need much help... first off, someone who preferably has movie editing software, camera equipment, and the computing power needed to deliver a full-length documentary. (any sponsors out there wanna help out?)
we want YOU!
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sigh. i'm going to miss this place. after dinner with the first years and a long conversation back home with daisuke, i realized that yeah, despite the jadedness, despite all this seeming bullshit of a last year, it's ending, and it's ending fast. and i'm taking away some of the best moments of my life, some of the worst, and a little bit of everyone else because i've grown up thanks to them.
yeah, self-actualization is one thing, society's another, and the future is scary. i know this. and nothing makes me smile bigger.
better dayz
go bears! finally, we're bowl-eligible.
now let's show the rest of the country we don't suck.
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i absolutely heart my little bear.
over the weekend it was supreme silliness staring with saturday afternoon's "lachaim, motherfuckers!" to sunday evening, culminating with a concert in san francisco. we saw smooch, the grates, and the go! team, and all of them were pretty good, but it was one of those the whole-was-better-than-the-sum-of-its-parts deals.
i adore acts with accents. (australian for the grates', and british for the go! team.) i near died in between songs whenever they'd talk to us. but i left slim's with a giant smile on my face, something that rarely happens in concert venues like that.
plus hanging out with the kid ain't so bad. he's a geek. i'm a geek. together we are captain planet.
i'm jealous of him, too. he's got three more years of everything left, and here i am down to two months.
you're awesome, ben.
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speaking of little bears, where has cindy gone?
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seeing jay, my proverbial little brother, was the perfect cap to the perfect weekend. seeing everyone ecstatic about the win, hearing about how he had a blast up at cal, and feeling somewhat sentimental for daisuke and toby made it that much better.
to the well wishes and good nature.
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and it's off to momo's i go. who knew i'd enjoy these kinds of perks for a job i don't get paid for?
ex-comm, you guys are awesome. i fucking love all of you.
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it bears repeating:
"lachaim, motherfuckers!"
there's a first time for everything
losing to osu at home hurt.
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getting drunk at around 6pm hurt.
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getting mugged around 11pm really hurt.
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i filed a police report, did four shooters in a row, and sauntered home at 11.30 (in no particular order) all yesterday, on top of enduring a shitty bear ball game, lack of sleep, and dehydration.
being sore is the least of my worries.
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hope you had a happy birthday, david!
) ) < > ( (
i appreciate the fact that cindy always manages to say hi to me on sproul.
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yeah, we lost. but big deal, we're still awesome. as the one kid at ucla put it, "it's okay; at least you guys are still smarter." ain't that the truth.
i promised the trip wasn't going to suck, and it didn't -- it went actually very smoothly and pretty much scot-free, and of course, like every good bus ride should, was scandalous and incriminating as bill clinton's semen on monica lewinsky's blue dress.
and you know what? i actually would have preferred it this way. going 0-for-4 at la seems to be a good record for the fourth years. at least we know that we're going ot have four winning seasons, and really, that's enough for me.
there's been a lot of ups and downs in cal football, but the one thing you can always count on is the very fact that next week, we're going to put out our best effort and we're going to kick ass, whether we win or lose.
go motherfucking bears. it's still a little mind-boggling that there's people like marshawn lynch and justin forsett who are my age and are going to kick just so much ass.
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everyone's getting sick. at least they didn't have any shitty lung infections.
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singing is so much fun. i can't say that enough. every monday, i have a great feeling that no matter what we do, people will applaud, and they'll like us because we actually sound good and are at the least entertaining. it's nice to see that there's a crowd of people out there, most of whom i don't know, that have smiles on their faces as our voices hit their ears.
the paydirt is when the smiles get bigger, or even better, laughter echoes around our group and more people end up coming to sather gate because they like what they hear and see that we're actually having fun despite the heat and the antics.
but we can be so much better. the potential's there for us to be quite amazing, but we're all too damn busy with lives and having fun that we tend to lose focus.
either way, being an artist in resonance is one of the most memorable experiences i've ever had, not only because of the friends i've made and the bonds i've established, but the music that will stay with me forever and the fact that a ragtag group of voices can come together and have a presence on campus.
i heart AiR!
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i'm pretty sure i'm over being in the band. i love those kids, but i'm pretty sure after the season ends i'll be staying away as far as possible from brh and just coming in when absolutely necessary.
yeah, i'm over it.
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i need a break. and when i'm all re-energized, i'll re-learn flash and redesign a website or three.
sigh. nap. then work.
sigh.
franz, la, and oh yeah, sanity
i'll catch you on the flip side. i'm going to be in los angeles for the next two days, so if you want to hit me up, call me. (that means you, nate, and you too, carie!)
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franz ferdinand rocked the bill graham civic center auditorium so much, we eneded up listening to them on the way back. after having listened to them and rocked out to them the previous two hours. all while alex kapranos' sultry, melodic voice pounded in our ears.
and we wanted more.
i was expecting a lot less, but the support bands (cut copy and tv on the radio) were awesome, and the show was just mind-blowingly amazing. beer was on hand, after of course consuming dinner (ie, two martinis and some cheesecake) with sam, ngoc, ben, and susan.
i'm partially deaf, and my legs are all tingly from jumping up and down and dancing for a few hours, but guess what -- i'm still listening to franz, even though my eyes want to close and i have to be up in about five hours to regulate.
i fucking love it. can't get enough of it. and goddamn, how can you not when it's just so good?
(by the way, pics from the show are up. go check them out -- link on the right sidebar.)
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la roadtrip is not going to suck, i promise.
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and then when we get back on sunday i'm going to be pased out until of course i have to wake up again for rehearsal and sing my ass off for the next day's concert.
sigh. so it goes.
oh simple things, where have you gone
go bears, 5-0. best start for the bears since we were coached by mariucci.
looking forward to some ucla butt-kicking next week.
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can't believe the l.a. roadtrip is this friday. yeesh. time goes by fast!
and then there's the sproul steps photo to plan, and then the next thing you know it's time for big game and the end-of-the-year banquet.
and then i'm done!
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it was so nice to see a whole bunch of people yesterday, from susan (we're totally hanging out on thursday in the city) to will (i promise i never didn't like you!) to jeremy (aww, jeremy.) and jaymee (i totally miss you jaymee!), it was a good energy there in the stadium and hanging out afterwards. it makes it even more clear that the friendships you make now do end up lasting forever, like it or not. and some of these people will hold grudges for the rest of their life. but what can you do, right?
sigh. makes me wonder what i'm gonna do when i'm a few years older, sitting in the q's with the rest of the "young alumni" on the other side of the student section. maybe i'll buy my little bear a coke, or bring the phonez some food, but i think i'm looking forward to getting to sit down at halftime and seeing people perform the shit out of that field.
cal band great.
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so nice to hear and see the student reaction to the crowd. they were yelling "turtle power!" and singing along to family guy... couldn't have asked for a better crowd response.
and then we shut out the state of arizona for the second year in a row.
i fucking love coach tedford.
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homecoming was insanity. working for eight hours was great, but the best part was the 40th anniversary celebration of visitor services. rachel and i sang with our group in front of the other tour guides, and we got to schmooze it up with chancellor birgeneau for a little bit. the food was great, and it was nice to see a lot of people there. it was awesome.
and then there were homecoming events and rallies going on everywhere on campus, so we ended up playing for the class of 1950 in hearst memorial mining building. old people crying is always the sight that tugs at the heartstrings. when you see an old blue cry while they're singing sons of california, you know they mean it.
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partying is still sheer awesomeness. my liver probably hates me, but you know. do what you can when you can.
TH was a blast. scandal after scandal, people grabbing other people's people parts, and some good old-fashioned partying. thank goodness the music was good. though i do have to say the tiramisu in the kitchen was better.
sigh. i'm out like michael jacksons dick around eight year olds. rehearsal beckons.
