ah finally, an interesting night in davis. along with the usual slew of friday night pool with the gang and ridiculous karaoke, we resorted to playing cards. i usually prefer not to play such petty games but after losing four times in cutthroat tonite, i desperately sought vengeance. the rules: deuces, losers are punished by doing five pushups per remaining card. id never played deuces before and got lucky by winning the first game....the only game i won the whole night. every other round was won by tony-- and so dean and i refused to give up until tony lost a round. unfortunately, we played enough rounds to where my total number of pushups was 215 by the time he lost. i seriously believe engineers exist only to destroy people with their cheap parlor tricks. bomberman, street fighter, pool, monopoly, tictactoe, world domination... you name a game and theyll try to beat you at it. well, scratch world domination, ive decided to rip my friends idea and create an army of short legged, glasses sporting, brown soldiers to rival these engineers. see itll be like beanie babies or pokemon cards. first, theyll look like these desirable collectibles that everyone will wanna keep and trade with their friends. mwhahahaha. ill figure out the rest another time. but i assure you, everyone will want a little michael. im tired. its 342 and i probably make no sense. it needs to be summer soon, davis presents a lack of opportunity for insane randomness.

a mediocre day, ended up wasting too much time. although the highlight of the day was this great public service announcement towards the end of intl relations lecture. im sure youre all aware of those final five minutes of lecture where the professor begins to reach a conclusion and all the students pack their bag prematurely. this class takes place in a fairly large lecture hall, roughly the size of a single signature theater room. the usual slew of students wait patiently behind the closed doors of the hall until we all exit...except for one. professor brundt ends the cold war when suddenly a door in the back of the hall is thrown open. a student takes a few steps forward and *BBBVVVVVVTTTT*-- ripping a massive fart perfectly testing the acoustics of the room, and then runs away. everyone bursts out in laughter and the professor herself tries to keep a straight face. thats what i call a public service announcement, not some lameass tv commercial portraying a methamphedamine addicted woman singing to the delightful melody of "look at me, busy as a bee, where do i get all this enerrrgy? meth, oooh meeth. i cant eat and i cant sleep, ive got the cleanest house on the street. gooo meth. oooh meeeth!" *if youve never heard the song, youve never lived in fresno.

also i was looking forward to attending a lecture tonite about bias in the media and how it works with the government. i was thoroughly disappointed to learn that this was just the mask covering an antiwar protest information night. so much for polisci neutrality.

which reminds me, while the professor was discussing the term "hedgemon" i thought to myself, if mr price were lecturing, hed try to crack some random joke and say "hedgemon? whats that? is that some sort of .........POLISCI POKEMON? get it? hedgemon, i choose you! oh look, i cracked a few smiles in the audience. come on, you guys know you wanna *air quotes* "ell oh ell!"

ah, something strictly temporary until i can get down to business and transfer all the fun stuff from the xprofile to a webpage.

beware- unlike my previous rambling experiences, this one post is no fun whatsoever.

today i decided to end my efforts with some random chick from one of my classes. upon my arrival here, i thought id easily find someone suitable for me. but after enduring a hellish fall quarter, i figured that maybe i have to lower my standards. and so i did. to the point where just about any girl who feigned interest in me was considered within standards. after conversing with this chick a few times i learned she simply wasnt "compatible" with me, despite her stunning physical attractiveness. how odd for a fisherman to throw back a fish hes caught after waiting for two years. oh well, i suppose my friends' advising me not to lower my standards has gotten to me. so if you look back at this, technically for a brief span of time, i was a manwhore. yet, the optimism remains and i can enjoy the remainder of the year i suppose idealizing for that next dorothy hui/margaret yang hybrid mutant to come by. im sure shes in davis somewhere...hmm... i still have to check those dumpsters behind the MU. either that or the recycle bins at the Silo.

random rants from here on. thus the fun begins.