Friday, May 18, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Holy crap. I had my last undergraduate class, indeed my last academic-oriented class for a long time, on Tuesday. When class ended, the fun began. There was a champagne reception for graduating engineers in the Mining Building. I had 8 glasses of champagne with various cookies, treats, and other food-type dealies dipped in chocolate fondue style. It's good to graduate. After an hour of having dinner & playing Wii, I showed up all decked out in formalwear for my last Playa's Ball, the annual formal party for Cal Ultimate Frisbee. I talked with a lot of people. I had about 6 or 7 drinks. Squirt reminded me that kisses while intoxicated are roughly half as good (or less so) than sober smooches. Twice. I discovered that Mary is a naive romantic, just like Scott likes. I also, for the first time ever, drank so much that I puked. I was mostly helpless. Scott & Mary helped me home. Pradeep drove. I threw up some more, and went to bed. wherein, i peed. As the hours passed today, i slowly recovered. The more I recovered, the more i tried to test myself from the experience. Do I remember everything? Did I pass out? I do. I didn't. I did come to the realization that this is the college most people hear stories about. This is the kind of experience I have been wanting for the last four years. To momentarily lapse my sense of responsibility and the fear of embarrassment. To be out of control enough to require someone else to take care of me. Realizing that makes even the worst of it feel good. Altho I for-sure won't be doing it again anytime soon. damn.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
I'm in my poetry class now, and for about the 3rd consecutive time I find myself paying absolutely no attention. But it's worse than that. For the last few weeks, since I dropped my software design class, I've been designing the user interface for a web-based team management site. And in lieu of paying attention in class, i've decided to work on it. But now i'm not even doing that, i'm just sort of looking at it, making changes, and being generally displeased with the appearance of it. Madeline leaves for Brazil today. We haven't spoken in weeks. It's a complicated situation made simple by the fact that now there really isn't much else to do but maintain. Perhaps revisit & rebuild in June, but no sooner. I forget how much hugs mean to me. I need to meet more girls who give good hugs. i'm done.