The Elongation of Brevity: UTOPIA

Rico says the best part of a game is the process between starting it and beating it. Well that part of the journey has sorrowfully ended for him, as has Bowser's life. He's pretty proud, its a nice accomplishment especially finishing in a few hours total of gameplay.

Speaking of Rico, he's also excited because he just got some new T-shirts from Cortney of none other than the sensai and his wise words, I don't feel i am worthy to utter them so you can just read his shirt backwards.

So we hit up Vista while Rico was sporting his new Tee because we were pretty hungry, keep in mind this is Sunday so we actually have some time to relax. For some reason whenever we sit outside at the canyon we decide to let our old skeletons out of the closet, and this time they were Tim Shib booom baby buya and Alton/BBgun/Bobby.

We just basically filled them in on what is going on with the living situation and the countless adventures we take on everyday. Alton saw his tag and was pretty flattered that someone would do that. I mean he's immortal now, he is basically superman; His kryptonite being a power washer and an angry janitor.

That night I felt in the mood for some more good food, so Jenny and I make a Trader's Joe run for some spaghetti and meat-ay-balls for some dinner for four with Thanson and Rico. For some reason I really like this picture of thanson. Oh and I remember Jenny was angry because we showed a little late and her spaghetti got dry, so sorry about that.

Here's the door that those fools in matthews b-1 have been working on, it looks alright, too bad they're missing a picture of the best suite ever. Don't worry I'll grace their door with a picture of Rico Alton and me.

This fog was a beeeeeeeeeeastttttt coming back, I have no idea why but UCSD has been getting foggier everyday, I think its a manifestation of the clarity of my mind as school gets deeper into the quarter.

Today Chen came over after class because he wanted to go to Price because we found that there are fresh Tamales with no lard being sold at the farmer's market, so I decided the fixie and the Nikon come for a ride.

Rose is just so unique and one of a kind, and overall just gangster. I feel she deserves her own parking spot to be appreciated because she is leagues above all these other bikes. She is like the Cinderella and the other bikes are like the ugly, mean sisters.

So at Price apparently they are saying No on prop 4 and 8. I don't know much about prop 4, but right now I hope you vote No on 8 because equality is constitutional and it's something we can't lose.

We finally arrive at the awaited Tamales, the Oasis, Utopia, or Paradise if you will after the journey in the desert. Once we got there we found the tamales were actually frozen and they cost about 3.50 which is impossibly ridiculous for a sliver of chicken covered in maza, I mean unless they were homemade mama ricardo's. I guess Paradise is Lost.

Remember kids no on 8, keep our laws in line with the constitution.

So at night we remembered to celebrate our favorite Indian holiday, DAWALI! We did it big with some cookies from Earl's place and candles as we were serenaded by Michael Scott's rendition of Jolly Dawali. Everybody crowded around the cookie plate as they were smelling 30% delicious.

Merry Dawali? who blows out the candles? Supposedly the lights represent the triumph of good over evil and this ceremoney is supposed to blow away the bad spirits of your life. Mine are still floating around somewhere in Matthews and just waiting behind a corner to pounce on me and make me feel like crap again, but for now I feel like a new man.