i cheered on fresno state in the 6th man

like i said before, i couldve written the script to that movie while on the toilet, but nonetheless i had a blast in LA. my sister finally informed me of the consequences of my actions. and id like to apologize to everyone that was pulled into this affair one way or another. i did not realize the extent to which my actions had reached and im sorry for interrupting or disrupting some of your lives.

finally i had the proper opportunity to scope out the well renowned evergreen terrace that clem loves to rave about. dynamite rave. personally, i thought the layout of the shop was somewhat annoying but everything looked about as nice as mondo gelato or whatever its called now. an interesting woman was ahead of me in line. the cashier asked for $5.82 and when she whipped out the change consisting of 20 or more coins from her back pocket, she couldnt figure out exact change. in fact she couldnt distinguish the american coins from her canadian ones after staring at them for awhile and instead just pulled out another dollar, contributing to a fatter back pocket of change. then she sat herself on a stool on the bar in the back of the shop and started taking pictures of herself. hey, i couldnt help looking, she was a pretty woman. now i know how clem feels when shes on one of her satisfying "wandering" trips. its kind of cool to just be observant.

oh yeah, i almost forgot, the green tea float with redbean ice cream was okay. i probably wouldve been better off with one of their hundreds of variations of hot green tea.

i called a bunch of people i knew from davis who lived in southern california. only one person called back, and by the time i got the message i had already taken off : / thanks though, ill try to return.

some people resemble other people too closely. it almost gave me the chills on one occasion.

diddy reeses is the greatest thing for people who arent in the mood for paying a few bucks for a scoop of ice cream at ben n jerrys. not that im talking smack on ben n jerrys, their ice cream is pretty good and all but i cant really have dessert there everyday. as for diddy reese's, that place is so great im considering opening a half diddy reeses half gelato shop in davis after i graduate. itll be great. $1 buys you 3 cookies, out of roughly 10 varieties. it also buys you 2 cookies and a scoop of ice cream-- the ingredients to a delicious ice cream sandwich. you get more than what you paid for; trust me, the cookies dont taste like feet and the ice cream isnt safeway brand. now i just have to figure out how to build a gelato machine and ill be all set.

the second half of summer has already begun, but i already feel like im running out of time.

hi, im 46 and living with my parents

its 515, and im on some community resource center thing at the student union on the UCLA campus. and im in dire need to vent my frustrations. i left kevins lecture to roam around westwood for a few hours. i decided it was time to let my parents know of my whereabouts, supposedly berkeley staying with ethan and tera. deaded. "michael, so where are you?" "oh im still in berkeley." "YOURE A LIAR." oyyyyyyyy. the original reason i conjured up the lie in the first place was because i know my parents well enough that they would freak out and not let me drive from davis to la. they really really really wanted me home, because afterall, the last time they saw me was 4 weeks ago. : / whoopie 4 weeks. and everyday since summer sessions started in davis my mom has called me EVERY NIGHT. this is a complete turnaround from my efforts in the dorm last year where i tried to get them to become accustomed to me calling once a week. seriously, its as if things havent changed since my sophomore year of high school. id go out to the arcade with some friend to play some harmless dance dance revolution, not tell my parents, then theyd call every single one of my friends to find out my whereabouts. the exact same thing happened again, only now im 20 years old. my parents actually called tera serena ethan shiru and whoever else they could think of thats attending berekeley right now. AND THEY WANTED TO REPORT ME MISSING. A MISSING 20 YEAR OLD?! im sure that would have fared well with the police. theres people behind me waiting in line to use this thing, plus kevins going to be out of class soon. a refined and more complete entry on its way when i come home tomorrow. plus these keyboards suck, theres no dot or line on the f and j keys to let me know where my fingers should go.