I've wanted a motorcycle forever. Mike has a motorcycle he'll sell me for cheap. $1200 even. In summer it'd sell for more, so I could probably make money on the deal. Helmet, jacket, insurance and registration probably put it at $1600. My parents can't find out, because they'd kill me. But if I took the CHP course and practiced a bunch and did ( Read more... )

Oooohkay. So it goes like this ( Read more... )

"but I'm a big fine woman, can't I back that ass up?" - Craig ( Read more... )

I think I'm going to have an ulcer, or have my hair fall out. I was so stressed out yesterday. I've been art directing an advertising project for our group the past week. Concepts signed off on Tuesday with the client and we shot yesterday. I spent three days lining up models (a 14-19 year old hispanic girl and appropriate baby/toddler, and a ( Read more... )

The ensuing quarter is going to blow ass. I just realized I have way too much work to do, and I'm still burnt out. Fuck it. I need to quit my clubs, quit my job, take a failing grade in my independent study and quit stressing the hell out ( Read more... )

I have 25 gigs left on my harddrive, and I'm in the process of another behemoth music upload. Downloading 3 albums via torrent, ripping about 20 neglected cds. A purging of the less-than-worthy is soon to follow, and a thorough cleaning/reorganizing in lieu of homework. I can't trust my iPod to hold the single copy of any of my many musics. It has ( Read more... )

So Friday Matt and Bianca came down. Score. They're fuckin awesome, I need to go visit them more. We went to the cowboy and indians party, I dressed myself as a slot machine. Casino Indian... get it? Yeah. Anyways. Got pretty effed up, had a great time. Wicked party. Girl situation was lookin pretty good, but I had to go. Matt and B come first, so ( Read more... )

It's becoming abundantly clear to me that my reasoning for staying in San Luis Obispo is unsound. I don't belong here. Our town is small, full of shallow girls, religious psychos, and crappy teachers. Every time I try to kick back and relax, enjoy my college career, I'm instantly reminded that I don't fit in, nor do I want to. Y'know what? you're ( Read more... )

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Honestly, I need to stop planning shit and just start doing it. I sit here and stew about how I'm going to talk to that girl, or give my speech, or any crap like that. It's just stupid. I just need to fucking do it. That's pretty much all I gotta say at the moment. For some reason writing down decisions like this make them seem more tangible. Maybe ( Read more... )