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mom's back. woohoo.

anyway, so, today. hmm, i wonder how many of these i've started off with "anyway" or "so." a lot i'd bet.

anyway, today was a perfect sunday.

i woke up earlyish (10something) because i had to go to sound check for the artists for aids benefit. and then i did that and came back home and there were some good times had here in the room. all the roommates were here as well as luke's cousin and the ass he got last night. and we were just farting around and making jokes and having a fun time and then we went to moogie's for breakfast. i beat darren 2 for 3 in connect four and darren and i also had this amazing little concoction of an egg over easy INSIDE a piece of bread. it was tasty and hell and boggled the mind at the same time... what more could you ask for?

then we drove back home, darren and i went to watch BC play some baseball, then TIM came and we came back to edmonds where we watched a mixture of mtv spring break, final four, and a game being played by the computer in ncaa football 2002. yes, we watched the computer play football against itself.

i did some work for the bostonian's cd art, and then showered and went to the aids show. we sang and then i went back with dimo adam and john to dimo's room for some oscar action. all awards aside, the show sucked. i hate whoopie. she's a horrible person and she's not funny and she sucks. also, her name is "whoopie." riiiiiight. the highlight of the show was woody allen, followed closely by the cirque de soliel performance. everything else sucked. and beautiful mind... i thought it was pretty good, i really did. but by the end of the show, i had grown to hate that movie and goddam russel crowe and goddam freaking richie cunningham. die die die. mulholland drive got so screwed it's not funny. also, naomi watts has a huge australian accent which completely blew my mind.

then we put fluff in the microwave for science and watched gay porn while listening to the william tell overture. fun times.

last night:

extreme drinking did occur, however it did not mix with extreme fun to form the ultimate in extreme sporting events. i played a few games of beirut here, then went with the roommates to an 80's party whereat darren and i dominated for a long time at beirut and then lost and then by the time we played again (at about midnight, mind you) i was already on my second glass of water. dangerous waters, my friends. we played and i think lost, maybe we won one. but whatever, after that i hit the chorale party and i think that was cool. and then the party moved to ignacio, sarah actually said i was looking more drunk than ever before and maybe i should stay, but i went, because mike fasano's fake glasses were at stake and i couldn't risk them being lost or eaten or blown up in some huge explosion or something. so i went along, decided enough was enough and i had to go home. wrested the glasses away from one brenda hook in an act that i think may have been pure drama, and i stumbled back home with JTL. and then sleep. sweet sweet sleep.

that sounds good right about now, although i'm sure i'll find a way to putts around for a bit first.

also, i'm losing grip of my christmas thing. but everytime i write an entry and see these colors it keeps me going a little bit. i hope i can make it.

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