Zach: All is Quiet in this Part of the World

So this last weekend was a pretty busy one I'd say. Basically everything that happened to me can be seen in some visual way on facebook.

First is the picture of certain red shoes. High heels. Some uncalculated amount of inches high. Some calculated amount of miles, four. I ran four miles in red heels on Friday. Ran. It wasn't just because I felt like it either. There was some fundraiser thing. I went with my roommates to do one lap, just to support them. At the end of the first lap I had been racing some other guy in heels. I kept going. At the end of the second lap the little kids who were watching us for whatever reason were cheering me on. I kept going. By the end of my third lap one kid asked if he could run too. He joined me on my fourth lap. One mile done. Laps five six seven and eight, my crowd of little kids grew continually bigger. I think by the time I ended I had twenty kids running with me. I had to go to class. After that class though, I ran two more miles, eight more laps. My clarinet professor was really proud. I did other things that day too, but nothing really worth mentioning.

Saturday. My ankles wanted to die. So I just sat on a couch all day, Wulapalooza was going on outside, but it was just the bad bands from school so I didn't really miss anything, plus I could hear them from the window, there were some really terrible covers of Lady GaGa. Later that night though.POI! We had some good bands there, like the Dodo's, and then some other people who I didn't know of before like Typhoon and the Japandroids and Portugal the Man. But Poi club performed. I did staff, double staff and fire fans, although I did the best on the fire fans so that is the video I posted on facebook.

Other days passed, my ankles healed eventually, basically today is the first fay I can't feel it, although poi just made it worse, it was so cold outside that I couldn't feel it during poi, but as soon as I got inside more than just my ankles hurt, all the way up to my hips hurt, but I love poi anyway, even if it agitates my hurtedness. Anyway. Eventually my roommates and I got to editing our music video. It is pretty awesome. We have some fresh lyrics and homegrown music from Terra 101. Umm... that was at some point.

Today it HAILED. It was so much fun. And there was really heavy rain as well as a light rain, and a lot of wonderful weather today, but back to the HAIL. I love hail. It was so amazing. I made a hailball. like a snowball, except hail. There may or may not be a picture later, my friend took a picture of it on his phone, but I don't know if I will get it.

Anyway, that's my life in a nutshell, except that would be unfortunate and inappropriate.

Eric: Just a Note

Emily: On the Cloud of Unknowing

Let's see, my life has been rather unexciting as of late but I haven't posted in here forever so I figured why not. This semester I've been taking 16 units, two being a sculpture class and a drawing class - both I'm rather enjoying.

Spring break I pretty much did nothing, just sat around mainly. Soon after I got one of those Important Haircuts... Well maybe not quite that epic but ehhh close enough ;p It's about three inches shorter but now I have pink and purple in it.

I signed up for one summer class, which is oil painting. I'm not sure if I got in yet. I'll have to register for fall classes soon too.

So yeah, life is boring for me. It was more exciting with y'all here. But I'll manage. Just waiting for summer.

Eric: I love the sound of my own voice...

This semester I took a total of 12 and 1/2 units. The classes were probably what I considered my first real college classes: Archaeology, Social Problems in the U.S., Art Appreciation, and History of Modern Art.

My professor for Archaeology reminds a lot of my sister Ericka... They carry themselves in that same goofy way, but still have the ability to be taken seriously. I don't have much to say about archaeology, other than the fact that I still find obscure knick-knacks to be interesting... but more so when i do it on my own. It's a well taught college class, but I can't say that I always find myself focusing on the material. I have better things to do... like listen to "YMCA" play over and over in my head until I figure the next verse. It's a bugger.

Social Problems made me realize that being a sociologist is not my calling. There was an overwhelming feeling of futility, and, since I want to save the world, that won't fly. Don't get me wrong the class was good... a little cynical at times, but good. I'm thoroughly surprised at how much I learned. Anybody else know that parents in Denmark get about 15 months of paid leave to watch over their child? Nonetheless, sociology is to politically fueled for me...

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Moving on...

I feel better about where I am in life. There have been weeks where my final War against the World has taken a toll on me. I'll be frank and say that things seemed pretty dark, but, as always, I am defined by what I do in hardest moments. I'm more than sure that Turlock is not the place I'll be living for the rest of my life, not that I have any problem with Turlock.

I wonder if there are people like me out there. I wonder if I could stand them. I wonder how bread can be made to deserve the word "wonder".... I don't really have a stride, and I don't have the proverbial roll... but I kinda like it that way. I also like the sound of my own voice. Nah, scratch that... I LOVE the sound of my own voice.

Heaven: Take Your Shirt Off

"I swear, if I ever ran into the lady who made that book, I would kill her. No, I'm not even kidding! I would craft a shank out of a wooden spoon and shank her. I don't know when, I don't know how... maybe I would go for the eyes first and then some soft spots. But I'm pretty sure I would be a savior to men." -Anthony on Stephanie Meyer

So, we've been having a transitional conversation tonight. First it was sex to Peter Pan to J.M. Barrie to Finding Neverland to Kate Winslet to The Reader to Remember Me to Twilight (the movie) versus Twilight the book and now we're on to Harry Potter!

But, really, I thought this was a good post to make, no matter how silly and pointless it is, but I love charting the path of conversation (and this is a pretty weird one, in my opinion).

I would just like to say that I'm a dumbass and I miss you guys!!!!

SUMMER! BRING IT ON!

Zach: I Can Speak Moth in Seven Countries and Eighteen Continents

So basically I have nothing to say in English.

I am taking nine classes this semester have ten hours of work a week and have my fire-dancing (which is awesome). I find that I am usually pretty busy, but I have fun.

So...

I am going to be in this thing called Wulapalooza which is a music-ish festival, except I won't be doing music I will be doing fire-dancing, which will be awesome. I am going to have fire fans and I don't know what else, but there will be videos and whatnot for funsies.

Hmmm... I like pie. And basically I have nothing to really say, unless you want to learn about... music things? I don't know really. Not much has happened for me. I just go to school and work and hang out and sleep. If you want detailed minutes of my day I guess I could send them out, but that would be rather exciting (and somewhat fictional).

TTFN, Ta Ta For Now, as Tigger would say.

But I am not Tigger, so I will say bye for now.

Can't believe I forgot to put my name, but I fixed it now. Also I forgot to say something else.

Next semester I am taking a minimum of eight classes and a Maximum of twelve, it will be so exciting. :)

AJ: April's Fool lost track of time

I really wanted to write, however I just realized that Anna's had an AMAZINGLY excitingly WILD day. So as to not steal her flair, remember to read about her's before moving on to my amazingly ironic life. I disapprove of the rum by the way.
*short glare*
I'm trying very hard to recruit people to come with me to SF when you are there. I refuse to miss this chance to see you. Anna!

I think I'm finally getting a feel for the Berzerkeley lifestyle. I have a job, 18 units of classes, Wushu, and crazily talented and persistent people around me 24/7. It's rubbing off. After Spring Break, which I must admit, while I loved seeing everyone and savored every moment of it, I also spent a majority of break reading over my Ochem notes. Our late night, lengthy videos were priceless and I almost got to see everyone. I also went back earlier to visit some Berkeley friends in Cupertino. There is such thing as caramel popcorn with milk and white chocolate. It is diabetically delicious. I also met my friends' families. My future roommates have the cutest little sisters, I plan to partake in the act of spoiling them with baked goods in the near, very near future.
This reminds me that- I'm almost certain to have an apartment by June!
My friends and I went apartment hunting today (yesterday) in hopes of taking over our senior friend's apartment. However, we found a similar one that was cheaper and more to our liking. I'm even more excited over the fact that my Wushu friends are slowly but surely in the process of taking over the whole floor. We've filled forms and just have to wait for my parents' notary signature and the company's approval, we are however, first on the list.
Meanwhile, the irony lies in that the first apt that we liked happened to unknowingly be the one that my friend Ryan, who named me as their reference (without telling me) had also applied for. I make a horrible reference in my opinion. (Yet, I have the power to unwind his reputation and prove his irresponsibility so that WE would be the ones to have the apt. I can joke about it, but in the end I wouldn't dare to do that!) We were lucky enough to learn of a nearby room that had just opened up and are applying for this room across the hall.

In the last week, I have studied for Ochem the average of six hours a day, and between my break and midterm, this was a total of 36 hours of Ochem. I trudged through 2-3 hour practice exams Sun- Tues. Study rooms for 6 hours every single day. It was intense; it was entirely worth it; it was college. I'm still not confident of my test, but I know I learned. Now I just have to keep this determination up until the end of the year.

Wednesday was the day of the exam. Also, the day before April Fools. As much as we hoped, it wasn't a joke . However, I managed to go to lab, work halfway and have a fire alarm/biohazard alarm ring and the whole lab evacuated. We were still supposed to finish our lab- the longest one of them so far, it was rumored. Only, minutes later, the bell rang again. My GSI, our chill, joke loving GSI actually cursed. We evacuated again. It was lucky that the professor decided that in our stress and anxiety, he would let us out for the day and canceled our lab after the alarm rang for the third time. Yet, it wasn't the end.
My Ochem exam was postponed for another half an hour after scheduled time due to scheduling conflicts on the exam room. A former Clinton administration member was lecturing and refused to cut discussion short for the 300 people taking the exam. Our group started and ended our exam after everyone else. Talk about heightened anxiety.

There was a Marie' Digby concert- a charity concert- in Berkeley on Sat. As she is one of my favorite Youtube singers, I went. It was amazing; she sings beautifully on stage; it was better than the videos. She was very relaxed and talkative, and talented. She lived in Unit 2, like me! While not in the same building, I still am able to see the beautiful view she mentions in one of her songs. It's very impressive. I think since forcing my friends to go, they're in love with her too. ^-^

I came back from the concert to lend my friend a dress. We might be going to a party. My first in Berkeley. It'll be next, next Thursday. Aren't you proud of me?

Anyone remember my horror story about this person I met at MJC? And Kaeli knows him too- as you well know what sort of people Kaeli can sometimes unknowingly attract? Well.... he also found me via instant chat today/last night. I haven't spoken to him since I was 17. He somehow still remembers me. I am in a sort of shock at the moment. It's..... a whole other story to tell.

Anna: A Fat Cat's Had A Heart Attack

OH. MY. GOD.

So this all started back in December when I was randomly scrolling through Eventful thinking, "I reallyreallyreally want to go to a concert." And then lo and behold, I saw the MUSE was going to be playing in April. Well of course once I got back to Portland I told my roommate, because I know she loves Muse as much as I do. We convinced her friend Lindsay to come and we paid our 60 bucks in January for seats.

It was so fucking worth it.

Silversun Pickups opened, which was cool. I was a bit tipsy at best (we had mixed rum with some delicious Dole Orange-Mango juice and had been drinking it for the past hour), so I kinda just swayed along and laughed and wondered when the fuzzy feeling was gonna leave my head. But once Muse actually started I completely sobered up and went totally crazy.

We were mooching off other people's seats because our seats sucked and that was just not okay for a Muse concert (seriously, it wasn't. There were these three huge cloth towers on the stage that completely blocked our view. Lame) so we had to relocate. We walked around for a while, and then founds seats RIGHT AS MUSE WAS STARTING. The towers were pulled down to reveal the band playing on platforms. The opened with Uprising (AMAZING) and continued on for a fucking mindblowing show.

The drumset's platform was circular and rotated around randomly, there was a kickass lightshow (my favorite part was the green lasers going everywhere), our left section had a cheering contest with the right section and Matthew Bellamy kept directing the spotlight between us to indicate when we should cheer. Massive eyeball balloons were thrown down from the ceiling at some point, they played Supermassive Black Hole and Hysteria BACK TO BACK and ended up coming back onstage twice as we were screaming for encores (although, I think that was planned). They ended with my two favorite songs, Stockholm Syndrome and Knights of Cydonia.

After screaming myself hoarse and jumping up and down and waving my arms like a lunatic for a good hour and a half, I headed out with Leigh and Lindsay and we along with dozens of other people clambered onto the Max. Trust me, I got very comfortable with some strangers there. We wanted to head to McDonalds afterward but it was closed by the time we got there (LAME) so we just headed back up and now I'm typing this and listening to Muse again. And I should say that I am BEAT. Seriously, I'm gonna sleep so well tonight and wake up with no voice tomorrow and its so amazing.

Also Heaven, I tried to call you and converse and it ended up as fail. :( Sorry. I hope you caught part of Uprising though, because that's when I called.

Whew. I want to see them again already!!! I FUCKING LOVE MUSE SO MUCH. And they are SO amazing live. Every once in a while they'd talk in their wonderful British accents and I just melted inside. SQUEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm about to drop off to sleep now though. Love y'all and goodnight.