wow.

i just watched donnie darko. the magnitude of this movie's greatness is indescribable. if you haven't seen it, go out and buy it right now. it fucking blew my mind, in the way that magnificently trippy movies tend to do. all through it i was watching with rapt attention; my eyes never left the screen. several places in the movie gave me the shivers. i just watched it for the first time and it's already way up in my top movies ever. go see it right now.

song of the post: gary jules/michael andrews - mad world [alternate version] (and i find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad, the dreams in which i'm dyin are the best i've ever had)

actual conversation, talking about ciphers:

me: you could break it with frequency analysis.
nico: yeah, but you'd need a lot of text to do that.
me: true.
nico: you'd need like a boat.
<immediate explosive laughter>
<i farted>
me: ...what were you trying to say anyway?
nico: ...a book.

so i wrote a rap song while thinking about ryan.

in the style of the beastie boys:

weeeeeeeell, i was chillin with my homies on mount si-NAI!
don't let em tell you different cuz that's a LIE!
if you mess with the lord then you will DIE!
the ten commandments fell in my EYE!

to be continued, possibly.

and then there's this.

actual mirc conversation (albeit with a bot):

<zaxius> antichrist what is the significance of my left testicle being ground up and turned into curd?
<antichrist> Zaxius: I should take your lady to a room full of cock jokes, training to someday be the only way to change a person on the net weights 300 lbs, is fifty years and the other slaves delve into the ground.

in a move sure to shock wall street investors and drug addicts alike, tim has decorated his room. what was once a barren wasteland of cork board, occupied only in the lower right corner by a picture of him and his roommate doing homework and a copy of his work schedule, is now covered with three posters in addition to the previously mentioned inhabitants. that's right folks, tim has reneged his former minimalistic ways for a life of posterage.

yeah, so today i noticed i had one hundred and fifty plu$ dollars left and i figured i should go down to the campus market and spend some of them. then i saw nico and told him i'd buy him some batteries. so began our trek across the saharan campus that is cal poly. on our way we encountered a merchant peddling his wares between the university union and the food court. browsing through his rather massive selection of posters, i encountered four, that's right, four fight club posters that are not curerntly in my ownership. to nico i declared, "i must have these fine specimens of post-modernist movie memorabilia!" perhaps i was not quite so eloquent in choosing my words at the time, but you get the gist. however, much to my chagrin, when i inquired as to the methods of payment accepted by the merchant, he replied that the common debit card was not among them. it was then that nico pointed out that i could probably find the posters online, and for cheaper than the exorbitant $12 or so that this filthily scandalous merchant was charging. taking comfort in this knowledge, we then proceeded to the campus market, where nico found his batteries and after browsing through the rather scant assortment of posters, i found two i loved. at $16 a pop, they were not cheap, but this was of course my parents' money, after all. after purchasing them i was down to a mere $100...that i have approximately two weeks to spend. once back at his dorm room, nico tried to find some blue-tack ("BLUE...TACK!!") for me, but he was foiled. the blue-tack was hiding from him. in the end i settled for six thumb-tacks and a sack of potatoes. nah, that was just a joke, about the sack of potatoes. but i did get the thumb-tacks, and promptly dropped them into my pocket, at the behest of nico and after he refused to find a plastic baggie for me. our journey at an end, we parted company, and i returned to my domicile. i dug out the old matrix revolutions poster that my mom had gotten me from my cupboard and proceeded to hang up the posters. i now have the matrix poster, and the two i got today. one is a poster of a guy in a suit and a bowler hat carrying an acoustic guitar case and standing on a behemoth of an electric guitar that stretches to the horizon, and the end is a sort of space-time continuum swirl. the other is this poster i saw like five years ago and have been looking for ever since. it is of another guy in a suit, sans bowler hat but with a suitcase, standing amid a flood of water in from of ten-story department store escalators. i love them.

there is a sad end to this story, though. when i went to allposters.com to look for the fight club posters, their selection was crap. i guess i'll either have to withdraw the cash to pay for the merchant's, or bring my checkbook down there. oh well, c'est la vie.

what the fuck, i don't even speak french! i speak spanish goddammit. tonight i had the most conversations in spanish with the dishwashers at work ever. it was awesome, i love speaking another language.

song of the post: sublime - under my voodoo (pray that i leave you high and dry)

man, this weekend was so awesome. on friday night i went to denny's with steve-o and mally. i'd had a red bull that night, and since i'm hyper to begin with, especially at night, i was off the walls. everyone was so funny, and i was amusing them with my hyper antics...steve-o had the fabulous french toast with a side of fabulous...it was great seeing them again. then on saturday night i saw tito, ricky, and bobby for the first time in months. we just chilled in the middle of the street outside ricky's house, reminiscing about old times, for two hours. ricky and bobby were drunk of course, and i kept having to quiet them down...i was so sure we were gonna get the cops called on us. bobby almost started shit with tito too, over skeletorus of all people, who is apparently in san diego now. i realized (probably not for the first time) how the first half of my senior year of high school was so completely and indescribably awesome...lunch at bravo's every day, with the whole crew and not just a few people...cs games after school...work...no worries...then it all started going downhill. people got moreso into drugs than they already were, people stopped coming to lunch, people stopped hanging out. then when summer started people moved away, then when i started at cal poly i was up here all the time. now i see my old best friends once a month if i'm lucky, and ryan like once every six months, and now rickyah and crystal aka chola are getting married and going into the air force, then tito's ostensibly leaving for the air force too...people who didn't leave last summer are leaving this summer. but i'm making new friends and having a great time up here at poly, and the following sentence. xandie. yes, "xandie" is a complete sentence. it describes how beautiful and sweet and wonderful she is, and how much i love her, and how complacent i would be just to spend the rest of my life cuddling with her. on a completely unrelated note, i just found out that rachel helms of all people is transferring here, possibly as soon as the summer. i haven't seen her since the end of high school, but i haven't hung out with her since approximately forever ago. it was great talking to her, even it was only for twenty minutes.

i apologize for my inability to use the common english convention known as the paragraph. i should go to bed since this is the fifth day i've gone to bed at 3:30 over the last week. i really don't have much sense left, after hanging out with nathan so much.

song of the post: tool - pushit (i forgot why tool is my favorite band ever)