Procrastination

This has been the story of my life this weekend/week. Awesome!
Yesterday, I didn't bother going to class and I called in sick for work. :O It took me almost the entire day, and the night before to write a 4-page essay. Damn Facebook. Damn internet.
Tomorrow, I have an oral presentation on malaria and eradication efforts in my Aquatic Toxicology section. I haven't started yet and it's worth 20% of my grade! Yikes! Help!

On a side note, I fucking hate this place. All of my shit keeps getting moved around and/or goes missing. Example: my half full handle of Bacardi rum, that I KNOW was in the freezer when I left. Why? Because I bought Hot Pockets and put them in there next to my rum, and I was going to take it out before I left for Davis, and now it is gone. I checked to make sure I didn't have a massive brain fart and removed and flipped out for the wrong reason, but it turns out I did not. This is fucking low. All my stuff keeps getting taken or fucked with when I don't do it to anyone else. I hate everyone; I think I want to transfer.

My Davis Adventure

On the way to Davis
- I sat next to an annoying baby plus hippie mother on Bus 16 - Laurel East to the Santa Cruz Metro. The baby pulled its mom shirt down and started sucking on the boob. It then tried to grab me and touch me. It also bit the rubber part around the window and drooled all over it. Fucking babies.
- There was a lot of traffic. When there was finally minimal amounts of traffic, I told Ryan to haul ass. He drove 75 mph.

At Davis
- Meher, Hermes, Katherine, Ryan, RJ & I got really drunk. Really, really drunk.
- I wrote a song for Neri Lubomirsky. It is amazing. Hopefully I will remember it around Thanksgiving so I can sing it for everyone!
- I finished off OVER half a fifth of Jager. Ballin'!
- I beat Arjun up for being a dumbass.
- I played Gears of War 2! Good thing my roommate, Paul, taught me how to play before I left.
- I went to my first college football game as a college student. Kind of.

Back from Davis
- My mom refuses to replace the rum she took from me.
- She took me out for Chinese food. YUM.
- I miss everyone a lot already. And I don't like Santa Cruz very much, even though it's still kind of fun. Someone keeps moving my stuff around, ie. stacking my shoe boxes and clearing my bookshelf. I know I didn't do it because I always keep my Uggs on top of them when I'm there, and I never stack my shit. Nor do I keep anything clean. Lame.
- I miss everyone.
- I miss everyone.
- I miss everyone.
- I'll be back for Thanksgiving break on Tuesday night. HANG OUT PLZ? When will everyone else be back?

Strangely enough, this was the most fun I've had since college started. Epic fail. (Wow, I used almost all of my tags in this post.)

ISV

I got accepted into the International Student Volunteer program over the summer! I'm so excited, but I'm also very unsure about whether or not I can do it. This is so awesome though because only 50 students get selected from each of the participating schools within the United States! However, it's incredibly expensive. I'm looking at $4500 for the program, airfare, and spending money. The limiting factor in this is being able to afford it, and how it will affect my summer since I want to get a job, hang out with friends, visit Brad/have Brad visit, and take classes at De Anza.
Doing this would be so awesome though. I'd get to go to a different country, Dominican Republic (my top choice), Costa Rica (second choice), New Zealand, Thailand, Australia, Ecuador, Fiji, New Zealand, or South Africa to volunteer with conservation projects and/or social community development projects for two weeks. Then after those two weeks are over, I have two weeks of exploring the country to do neat things like spelunking, surfing, snorkeling/scuba diving, rock climbing, cliff jumping, horseback riding, whitewater rafting, etc.
Ah!

Hmmm...

Isn't it weird that we are sitting on the brink of epic change or epic disaster? Isn't it weird that we all affect that in some way? By voting, or blogging, or telling people you voted, or being Nate? I think it's kinda strange and kind of cool that we're at this momentous part in history!
Anyway, done with the little voting thing for the day.

I'm kind of tired of people telling me to vote. I did it two weeks ago, now go away!

To Be Honest

I don't really like college. I want things to get better, but it seems to just keep going downhill.
Someone told me that it's my outlook on things. Who knows? I feel like I don't have anything to be positive about other than academics.
I don't know. Sometimes I wish that I never went to Santa Cruz, and stayed at home, gone to De Anza, then worked my ass off to go wherever I want to go.
I don't know. Sigh.
Ironically enough, this is the situation that I prayed I'd never be in, that people assured me I would have no trouble with, yet here I am, absolutely miserable.
Am I terrible person? Am I difficult to get along with? I know that when I'm stressed out, I'm frustrating to be around, but regardless. It's not like I'm a douche or a bitch or something. I don't know.

Hopefully this weekend will be a nice, refreshing change. I need one.

Random Questions

Maybe you can help me answer them!

Do bus drivers get sad when they don't have many people on their bus? Do they feel lonely? Does it make them think that nobody wants to be their friend?

Do tree sitters dress up for Halloween?
If you wanted to solicit candy from a tree sitter, what would you do? Do you rustle their leaves? Do you throw up a candy basket? Do you climb up to say hi?
What if you wanted to say hi to a tree sitter? Do you climb up? Is that trespassing? Would you get in trouble? What if they thought you were harassing them? Would they fling feces at you?
When it rains, do tree sitters shower? Is it fun? Do they hate it? How do they even shower or are they just dirty for life? But how are they dirty? They don't do anything, they just sit in trees.
What do they do in the trees? Do they masturbate? Do they play video games? Do they sit and twiddle their thumbs? It must be awfully boring to sit in a tree all day and all night. Do they make friends with birds and squirrels and bugs? Do they eat bugs? In fact, what do they eat? And where does it go? Do they defecate in buckets and lower it down? Who collects the buckets? The Head of the Tree Sitters Association?
Is there a Tree Sitters Association? What do they protest? Why do they do it? Do they get paid?
Do tree sitters even have real jobs? What do they tell their bosses? "Hey Boss, I'm going tree sitting for an indefinite time. Peace, homie."? Do they constantly have to submit vacation time? Is tree sitting even a vacation?
Do tree sitters get homesick? Do they write letters? How do they deliver their letters if they don't move from the tree? How do they even get mail? Would they even be offended if you threw up a paper airplane letter so they'd feel special?
Do bird poop on them? Then what do they do? How do they get it out of their clothing? What if they get waste on themselves? Then what? They can't just wash it off.

To be continued :)
Help!

Halloween

Oh goody. It was awesome, despite several setbacks like people not wanting hang out and/or bailing like pussies.

- I made a new friend named Jake! :)
- I had awesome Zombie Prostitute makeup, and I scared people.
- We finished off a fifth of Smirnoff Green Apple vodka, and were sitting on the couch belligerently drunk for a good deal of the night.
- I carved a Gr1m, Frostbitten and Kvlt pumpkin while I was drunk. Some guy named Nico burst into my apartment when I was sitting and talking to Jake in the dark and thrust a pumpkin into my hand and a carving utensil, and told me to carve it.
- The guy named Nico thought that Jake and I were an item because we were sitting next to each other on the couch in the dark.
- I taught Jake about alcohol being a diuretic.
- I got the entire room to start speaking in an Indian accent because I was doing that.
- I fell asleep on Ryan and he left me :(

And I think that's it.
I'm going to Davis next weekend! I'm excited.