each time the crowd clapped and whistled, i wondered why. i was a bit embarrassed at the end, because i figured that maybe i was just being an asshole and i didn't want to rain on everyone's parade, but pg's mom summed up what i was thinking pretty succinctly so i felt much better about myself.
fuerza bruta? for that money, we could all have gone into the desert tonight to a real party. i'll still go if one of the people i contacted earlier could help me with a ride...
last post, work, work, end-of-semester party*, sleep, work, work, fuerza bruta, now. no progress made on my papers. that's not cool. what is cool, however, is that i finished an interesting bit of the project and now that's it's done i'm quite proud of it. it's still a little buggy, but the important stuff's complete.
* co-conspirator didn't make a scene. the long argument about strippers with the feminist who believes in absolute morality made us both hoarse [whores? sorry], then they made the loud music even louder and the place was packed and the waitress took a long time for everything and i wanted to drink my rum before paying and then someone else wanted to join us in the shots and i've just realized that i kept getting his name wrong and then i was outside, back in the cold, stopping on my short walk home to pick up crisps and ice-cream and wonder about the shifty shady-looking character lurking in the back of the store.
after watching mystic river - i knew i'd enjoyed it the first time - and a couple more episodes of community, it's time for bed. tomorrow i can work / play with my papers.
sixpack shortcuts: i don't agree with the "why", but the core [sorry] concept is really interesting!
iranian ninjas. just when you thought reality was safe. they seem pretty good!
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