Santa Cruz turned out to be well worth it...Im taking a class called Sustainable Living: Mushroom Action Research Team

YES
And check this Out
My Comments to Miller High Life Co. after visiting their shitty website!

Comments: Your web site sucks cock because its fucking confusing and
the music sucks ballz. Get a new fucking web design guy you douches.
PLEASE SEND ME FREE BEER. Ill take anything. But really change your website
it blows and I am going to spread the word to everyone and then BUDWEISER
WILL RULE THE BEER MARKET FOR EVER FOREVER!!!!

Their Response:

Thanks for contacting us.

We are sorry to hear you had difficulty with our Web site. We will
forward your comments to our web master.

Thanks for your interest in our company.

Cheers!

Well that did nothing those cock suckers didnt even send me any fucking beer.
SUPPORT BUDWESIER, DOWN WITH MILLER

why is my tongue green, hmmm maybe bud isn' t such a good idea...

where is everyone...fucking rain


AND FOR YOU VIEWING PLEASURE YOU SWINE

A BACKWOOD....as they say "If it aint a backwood, it aint all that good"

Later

So this weekend was the best weekend so far of college and let me tell you why On friday, my friend Curtis and I decided to drive to San Francisco. That night his Friend Nicos and I participated in Critical Mass which was really insane. Thousands (maybe) of people in their Holloween costumes took over the streets of San Francisco on their bikes. Things got heavy when a Mini Cooper smashed into a cyclist and about 50 people surrounded the car and started smashing it with Kryptonite locks. The windows got smashed in and the hood got it pretty bad too. The cops came so me and the other three bikers I was wish cut out. In the midst of this we got pretty drunk on whisky and beer. I then proceeded to bike over twin peaks (if you dont know what that it its a huge ass hill) and then went barelling down the other side at 40 miles an hour drunk off my ass. Probably not such a good idea, but man I felt like jesus or a bird or both. I dont know really, just free. So I got back to SF State and hung around till my friend picked me up and then went and crashed at her friends place in the Sunset, but no before I drank more. So the next day, I woke up tres tot and got some really good fried eggs with sourdough toast and tatters, my favorite breakfast. Then I met up with Nicos again and my other friend, Maayan, met us at Nicos room and we took the bus to Golden Gate Park. On the way, Nicos and I thought it would be a good idea to take mushrooms. So arriving at the park, we set out on a adventure to locate some magical mushrooms. We asked every homeless person we could find to no avail, but as we were leaving the park we found some sketch ass guy in army fatigues who had a somewhat lacking 1/8, but we decided to buy it anyways.  So we consumed our drugs with some really good pizza from Escape From New York Pizza on Haight St and hung out in the Park for some time.  The mushrooms hadnt kicked in yet, so we decided to walk along Haigh St for some visual stimulation.  As we passed the ever fanous corner, Nicos looked to me and said that he knew someone who lived on Ashberry and Haight.  He called and asked if we could all come up for a glass of water, knowing perfectly well that we would instead stay and have a pyscadelic mushroom trip.  After going up, I was lamenting on the fact that the mushrooms hadnt kicked in yet, supposing that my recent mushroom binge had probably raised my tolerence to a new level.  The girls whose house it was offered to sell me her mushroom chocolate and I agreed, as I was jealous of my friend Nicos who was at this point laughing hysterically and really feeling the effects.  I consumed maybe a 1/5 of the chocolate and within 10 minutes I started what would become a slightly hectic mushroom experience.  We stayed there for three hours and had a grand time under the influence of mushrooms for on the corner of Haight Ashberry in San Francisco, man I was living the dream.  After our experience, which was actually far from over, we were picked up by Nicos friend Mica, an RA at SF State. WE clamered into the pack of his pick-up truck and in the process I happened to put my knee in a puddle of spilled Crisco, which was quite unfortunate, but thats besides the points.  So we went off to a party near the pan-handle where The Unicorns was blasting, which was a good sign to start off with.  A huge man named Binky dressed in a bumble bee constume introduced himself to us and directed us to the alcohol which was abundant.  Liquor flowed and my mushroom trip faded into a nice warm drunk.  After several hours, we got back into the car and headed to SF State where I passed out, but only for about 4 hours. (I think the theme of the trip may have been lack of sleep.) At around 8 in the morning, Nicos woke up and alerted us to the fact that he would be leaving to go with his dad to a concert consisting of some old time fold rock singers the only one of whom  I remember as being Neil Young.  Maayan, who had also shlepped at Nicos place, had to leave to get back to Santa Cruz, so she took the L back to downtown to catch the Greayhound bus.  Now I was alone and free to explore the city as I pleased.  With my bike I went from the sunset to the edge of the park, the  proceeded to take the bus to Downtown, around 7th and Market.  After biking around, feeling it out, I decided to go to Chinatown, in search of Yuet Lee Seafood Restaurant and the braised oyster sauce noodlies that I remembered so well as a child.  After a somewhat trying arttempt at finding the reastaurant with the direction of mom, I found it and ahd some really good noodlies, pretty much what I expected.  Feeling the hills and the lack of sleep, I decided to find a place to nap, so I headed to the wharf and found a nice grassy slope and passed out for several hours.  After the refreshing repose, I headed back into the abyss via Hyde Street and what seemed like a very nice neighborhood (It may be North Beach, Im not quite sure) and biked more gigantic hills hitting Lafyette Park and some Alta Plaza.  I finally ended up back on Haigh Street, where I meandered, waiting for Cutris to pick me up.  He finally did, and we headed to Bottom of the Hill, a venue where we got to see The American Analogue Set, who played an amazing set and really made me a happy man.  At this point it was one in the morning, so we decided it would be a good time to head back to school, seeing how we had classes the next day.  Curtis said his goodbyes to his girlfriend, and then next thing I knew we were barelling down the 280 headed back to SC.  After about 30 minutes though, Curtis looked pretty fatigued so he pulled over on the freeway, which I didnt think was such a good idea, but i let it go, and he let me drive.  Its a pretty quick shot over the 17, so we made it by 230 and ended up having to hitch hike back up to campus, which proved to be difficult, seeing as how it was 230.  But we finally made it back to campus and I proceeded to pass out.  

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Danque

Yo

Me+Phil+Lucy+JD+Arroyo Seco@Lunch----->School-----> Assez chill----->Tiger-----> not so chill

over all fun

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We are brothers.

Dover Beach
by Matthew Arnold


The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

[1867]

VACHE: 0 MOARDEKAI: 1

bataille du papillon

battle of the butterfly

------MA7H-------

and so it begins, really

Les Alpes sont belles

bordeaux


ze matterhorn


paris


san sebastian


biarritz


its hot in spain


sandwiche


feast!


bull fight


pension

spliffalicious