California State University San Marcos

It's been a whole week since I last posted. Shit, cause nothing fuckin happened this week. I had 3 tests. The Oral Comm test, which I didn't study for, got a C. No prob. History test, confident I got a B on it. Math test, confident I have a B. I even went to study with Caroline and Miguel. We found an empty class in the science building. Caroline has a nice big, round ass. I'm hooked and I can't stop staring. She's real nice to. Found out she's not the innocent one I thought she was. She parties, curses, and the rest that comes with. Didn't get much done. A few problems, then we shared stories about ourselves. Speaking of sharing, ELP this week was increible! We shared life stories, some of the most personal info I have never told anyone. It was weird and a bit unnerving, but I learned alot about everyone else. 7 minutes is not nearly enough time, since I flap my gums so damn much. Found out Jonathan, the dean of students was gay. I know it's not a big deal, but it surprised me, even though I should have figured it out. Bald, gay, tall, skinny, black man. He's still cool, imo. I discovered that drew from my GEL class is a WWE fan! Yeah, we reminisced about old matches, the wrestlers we like and dislike. That stuff. Finally met Janelle. She's one of two hot girls in my GEL class. By the way, found out Nicole has a boyfriend. No surprise. High School sweetheart. Anyway, Janelle was walking around the dome, I talked with her. She invites herself over and has a seat with us. Unusual, but still cool. When the time is right, going for the digits. This bro named Jamie in my Oral Comm class is pretty chill. I've become really good friends with the guy. We talk guitars, amps, music, stuff in general. Planning on jamming at his place the following weekend. Looking forward to that. Forgot to turn in spanish workbook, due test day. That was yesterday. Still haven't found Hughes. Supposed to be in his office, pero no se. Frustrating it is. This Jamie chick in my spanish class is hot. I talk to her all the time and she chats with me inbetween words of the teacher. Objective: get her digits, too. So many girls and so little time. I better get started now. Guy to Girl 7:3. Yeah, 70% female at this place. FUCK YEAH! Other than that, not much going down. Found out the shortcut to the Dome from Craven. Nifty stuff. I've very confident I passed the Computer Competence Requirement. Two hours of testing. Bullshit, honestly. I'm supposed to answer questions, edit a word document and make a graph in Excel. Mind you, I've only used excel once and didn't know what I was doing. I explored the program a bit and figured it out. Made the graph, the chart, the whole deal. I wanted to save it cause it looked so damn cool! Pride in the inkblot. I had to do this CCR cause if I didn't, I can't register for classes next year. Or I take CS 100. Waiting on results, but it's money now. Forget it, now. I figured out the reason I got canned by TKE was because I made a fucking comment about the sororities. I don't remember what it is I said, but "it won't be repeated." So TKE blew me off and AXO hates me. Whatever. Next. Mike Geske was gonna fight for me. If I ever have a Big Bro, I want it to be him or Mike Zepata. Classes are going and everything on the homefront is great. Check ya. L8

Sancho

I haven't posted shit in awhile cause I've been busy with school. I'll just cover the big stuff. Monday and Tuesday, I hit up these Alcohol and Drug awareness programs. Had to for class credit, so don't go telling me I've got problems. Attendence was in the single digits. Pretty fucking sad. Told some good stories. They had better be good, I was missing TKE rush week for this shit. On brighter note, met this hot girl named Ashley. She was the event cordinator for Livin La Vida Loca week, which is what this was all about. She thought it was sensational that I showed up two times that week. Not only did she sign the slip, she gave me her number and told me to come down to the Field House for a personal tour. Sic. Got to know Matt better this week. He's an SAE, but I don't look at it like that. They're rivals, but I don't dog on em. Nice guys. They just don't know how to talk to girls, according to the Alpha Chi sorority. Made good friends with Mike G. from TKE. He's the computer jedi PIIIIMMMMP, but he was asking me about networks. He told me the problem and I drew him the diagram for his router and hub. I can tell we'll get along just fine. Wednesday was Vegas Night. There was texas holdem, blackjack, and craps. Hit up the craps table. I was up about $200 and lost it on a hard three. Two hot beeotches serving the drinks. One was short brown hair, named Amber. She was really sweet. Then there was Courtney. Oh my FUCKING GOD. I swear she's a supermodel. She is. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect complexion, skinny. She wasn't much in the chest and ass, but I can settle with a 9. I heard she's a bitch, just turned 21. I remember hearing that at the Padres game. Anyway, around 8:30, Pres Frank stands up, thanks everyone for coming and officially ends the rush event. Apparently, the rest of rush had nothing to do with the events of the night. 18 pack upon 18 pack of beer was unloaded from behind the kitchen countertop. The two girls tops came off. No, they were wearing bras. Stripped down to bra and panties. Oh, the debauchery! All the chips were put away and the cash came out. Things were picking up, but around 10:00, there was a knocking at the door. STRIPPERS! I shit you not. There were two of them. One was a brunette, about 5'4", nice ass, ok tits. The other one was a smokin blonde, 5'2", ass was meh, but NICE tits. LET THE GAMES BEGIN. Whip cream, chocolate syrup. SHIT! I realized I had to get home, so after things calmed down a bit, I talked with Daniel, the alumni, telling him that I needed to get home. He checked out the strippers and told me it's alright. Alot of guys tried to talk me out of it, but I wouldn't have it. Had to get home for 7:00 class. The next day I heard they brought out the double sided wand. The blonde was going with the motions, but the brunette was getting all freaky on it. How could you tell? Cameltoe. Spread her legs open and some guy took a wicked muffdive. She didn't even flinch. She was all into it and after gave the guy a big hug. Yeah, I feel for that guy, he's gonna get blackballed for that stunt. Dumb fucker. Thursday night was traditions night. They took us over to the fieldhouse, where we sat facing the entire fraternity chapter. Did Q&A for awhile before they told us about themselves. Then we watched a slideshow, shook hands with the guys and left. I was so stoaked. We were told they would contact us, sometime around midnight. So we all took separate cars over to this place called Chucky's in San Marcos, over by Oceanside. Nice pizza place, but we all got IDed before we went in. I thought it was just for the beer. Apparently, this place has something called Hookah. I didn't know what it was. I went outside and saw everyone smoking out of these floor standing bongs. Oh shit. Turns out, they're called waterpipes. They put these hot coals on the top and the stuff melts through, the smoke hits the water and you inhale through the long pipe. I had alot of that shit. Wow, what a rush. I really have a liking for it. Infact, I know my Uncle has an old waterpipe I might just buy off of him. Just inhale and all this smoke comes out. If you stand up, you get a really painful rush of blood to the head. Hanging, smoking, drinking, eating pizza. Some of the frat guys showed up, so we knew decision making was over. By about 11:00, I was ready to leave. Said goodbyes, good luck, and got the fuck out of there. On my way home, I got that phonecall. Frank tells me I didn't make it. What really bothers me is that they don't give explanations, but he tells me that I deserve an explanation. Made me feel a bit important. Apparently, I was hanging with the same actives I had met and didn't get to know the other actives very well. Is that really my fault? I was ready to throw my phone. No hard feelings? I'm trying not to let this get to me, but it was bugging the fuck out me today. Ofcourse, i see Kingsly and other prospectives, most of which made it. They don't really care that I didn't. Dammit, now I'm getting all fucking bitter and shit. I don't mean to be the asshole, but I think their decision sucks. I guess I'll have to wait til next semester. Maybe things won't be so weird when I see them. Well, done here. Ranting cease.

Sancho

Hey, what's up? Yeah, I just woke up. I went to that sic party last night. I'm not too hungover, cause I can remember alot. Met up last night with the guys at Ralph's parking lot across the street from the campus. I talked to Kingsly about driving myself, but he wouldn't have it. Sitting there waiting from a ride, I headed over with Mike to SmoothieKing. Damn, everything was like $4 or more. We made casual conversation with the chick behind the counter. I get out and Mike tells me I have to work on people skills. He said I was tense and needed to loosen up. He said it was in my walk or some shit like that. I don't have a clue what that means. Sat in some guys truck, drinkin Coronas before we left. We all played drinking games. One guy said something in Japanese, which is supposed to mean, "All the way down." 12 oz bottlenecks aren't that easy. Rode with Mike in his pimp little diesel volkswagon. He's got this $800 soundsystem installed and the bass just plants you right in your seat. Talked with him about fraternity stuff and the change from college. I'm sure he doesn't need to hear me whine about lame bullshit, but it's nice to talk with somebody. If I have a big brother in TKE, he's the man. No doubt. Nobody knew how to get there. After wrong turns, you could tell who was following by all the u-turns. Follow the Leader, we pulled over curbside to talk with Kingsly and crew. Got there eventually. Nice cozy place. Gavin waiting up front. He was already drinking, he fucking calls me Ryan. He explains there's another guy named Ryan Sanchez. I told him to call me sanchez or sancho. I guess the school heard about the party, I signed a release form, stating that this party is not an official TKE event and is not associated to Cal State San Marcos. I almost forgot to change my birthday. I guess they keep track of this shit. Headed in, schmoozing. At least I know most of the guys now. I told myself I'd go easy tonight and drink just beers. I didn't want to be drunk like a couple saturdays ago. Grabbed a Budweiser and headed out. Last couple seconds of the De La Hoya fight on HBO. He lost, damn. People yelling, exchanging cash on bets. I would've bet Hoya and lost money, so glad I didn't. I don't know if it's the way I talk or act, but alot of the n00b rushers think I'm older than I really am, like I'm sophmore. It's great. Rest of the night I was meeting guys, flirting with the ladies, and drinking. My boy Sammy was there, already shit-faced before he got there. It's hard to miss him, skinny white kid, 6ft 4in. I don't know where he found the beer bong, but he did like 3 of them before he just started wondering around. I found out later they were 5 beer bongs hanging in the garage from the rafters. It was 9:22, I was there 25 minutes and I already downed 4 beers. There was this hot little latina biatch walking around. She was making her way around when I cut her off. She called herself Princess Lindsay. She holds out her hand to be kissed. I started making out with her hand as a joke, sucking on her fingers. She told me I was cute and funny. I didn't have a pen to get her number. Damn, I should've hit that, but she had a boyfriend. He wasn't there, but still, she told me she loves him. I couldn't, you know. By now, I had alot and I needed to unload, number 1. The line for the bathroom blows. I head in the backyard and let loose on the fence. By now, I'm having difficulties standing. In the moonlight, you can see the wet spots on the fence, the tree, and grass. Met up with some guys in the back. Drinking and smoking weed. You can't get high off the smoke, I've proved that. The guy was passing the bong, but I wasn't feeling it. Not my dish. Another dude had an xl size bag of weed. I don't know what type. I was just sitting there, holding it in my hands and starring at it. I'd had about 8 beers by now and I had no idea what I was doing. This guy Zach is a bro of one of the TKE members, so he brags about already being in the fraternity. After a couple beers, he was whinning about some shit, how he's already got his letters and he still can't get laid. I laugh at him, or with him, I mean. Steve was moving around. He asked me how many beers I've had. He takes one look at me and says, "Have you met the toilet? You two are gonna be best friends by the end of the night." Ofcourse, then I didn't get the joke. All the beers were gone by then, so what do I switch to but Pete's Punch. Vodka and raspberry. Alcohol is interesting, in the respect that it instantly adds confidence, but removes shame and reasoning. Saw Mike again. He was doing security, so he's sober as fuck. He was picking up cans and throwing them in a shopping cart he was rolling around. The backyard was fucking trashed, cans and cups everywhere. He asks me, "I thought you told me you were going easy tonight." I told him I was. I only had 8 beers. Yeah, I can see where this is going. He tells me that I can get a ride home early if I want to leave early, but I didn't hear it from him. I get ahold of Lyndon and he's taking a group home, so I hope in the group. I run into Eric, the guy I was playing cards with at the other party. Classes going alright for him. I haven't seen him around. I want to get his number so we can chill. The guy's awesome and I like hanging with him. While waiting by the open bar, the drink server is passing out shot's. I don't know what the fuck it was, but it was like 200 proof. 100%, cause that shit was burning, worse than Patron 200 pf tequila. Who do I see infront of me, but pete, the guy who served me first party. I didn't recognize him, but he remembered me. I told him I was trying to stay away from the punch. He just laughs. I do two more shots before Lyndon and Eric head to the car. I grab a bottle of water before we leave. I get that feeling like you're walking, but effortlessly. I feel like I'm walking way too fast, but then again, everyone's going the same speed. Man, I was so fucked up. I get in the car, chilling next to my boy Eric and some other dude on the other side. I already forgot their names. Anyway, Lyndon had to get gas, so we went in the mini-mart for some munchies. I got Doritos, cause I had a craving for Cool Ranch. So the three of us are sharing Doritos, Lays, and spicy pork rinds. I was checking the street signs to see how we got there, but I can't remember now. Back at Ralph's, the three of us peed in the plant median thing in the parking lot. It's real chill, just talking about stuff, sitting in the parking lot at 2 in the morning. Yeah, time moves fast when you're wasted. I finish off the water and say bye to the guys. I'm feeling better now. I sit in the car for about 10 minutes, listen to some radio. I practice driving around the lot to see if I can handle it. I'm doing fine and there's no cars around, so I take off. No problems driving home. Get home at 2:30 and hit the sack. I just woke up like an hour ago. I have a mind-numbing headache, my breath smells like alcohol, my clothes reek of weed. What a great party. I'm off to take a shower now. Then I have to finish homework for monday. I've rediscovered the band 311. Reggae-rock-rap is the shit. Honest. Alright, later kids. Stay safe and don't do anything stupid.

Sancho

The rest of this week went surprisingly fast, I forgot to write in. Anyway, not much happened. Classes n stuff. Wednesday night, I went to the padres game with the TKE's. Pounded a couple beers. Gotta watch for cops, they're patroling the parking lot. Not to mention riding with Kingsly the way down, he's doing 90 in his Civic, cigarette in mouth, the boys in the back popped their beers and a cop pulls alongside the car. I didn't panic, just got real nervous, you know. Padres lost to the Giants, but at least we got to yell at the TKE's from SDSU sitting next to us. They were in the wrong seats, so they got yelled at by security and one chick was kicked out by security for underage drinking. Great night. What else this week? In my oral communication class, I met the two hot twins who sit up front. Get this. Their names are Kathryn and Elizabeth. As in Kathryn Elizabeth Samuel. Creepy. Too bad things didn't work out between Katie and myself. Sorry Dan Tipton, you were wrong. I also realized the SAE guy Matt is not such an asshole as I thought he was. He's a cool guy and we talk alot. Well, he does, I try to get a word in. He invited me to the party that I kept hearing about, the one in Fallbrook. I still don't feel like going. 9-11 has come and past, I don't feel any different. I listened to an impacts of 9-11 put on by Progressive Activist Network. I found it very interesting until the Republican blamed Osama for the war, the liberal blamed Bush, and then the Republican blames Clinton in defense of his leader. All Republicans refer to "evil doers," like they study the bible medicinally, brainwashed slaves. Enough propoganda. Met up with Alex this morning. It's hard to keep friends inbetween classes. We had lunch together at Taco Bell. I've been spending money carelessly this week, so I needed a cheap place. Found out about Robert Anderson and Vicky Scott. Apparently, after I told Dan T about Clay and Vicky, he went to Robert about he. Robert flipped, went after Vicky and that's when she broke things off. So I guess Clay is dating. Good for him. I, on the other hand, like to keep my options open. TKE's throwing another party Saturday at some guys house in Oceanside. Kept it on the DL, but decided to invite Alex. I told him he would have to attend Rush events next week so I can tell the guys he wants to Rush. Otherwise, he wouldn't be invited. The guys aren't dicks, I'm sure they'll understand. I think I'll stick to beers this time. No more Vodka crannbery, aka Pete's Punch. I'll leave it up to the ladies. I wonder if the n00b rush chicas will be there from the Alpha sororities. We can only hope. Also have a lunch meeting with Hadrian and Lacey from LCC high school. It'll be nice to see them again, keeping in touch. High School seems so far away at this point. I'm focusing most of my attention towards my neverending pursuit of knowledge and moral (or immoral) development. Homework load is beginning to pick up and I have a group research project in GEL about chemical castration of repeat sex offenders. It's wrong, on many levels. Any guy will agree with me. L8r bros and remember, condoms save lives. Peace

Sancho

Today was bleeeargh! I woke up at 5 and was struggling to move along. I got to school with no problems. Mrs Roberts plays music on vhs tapes, so I brought in a music video to play, which she really enjoyed. Listening to the lecture about Native Americans, I was thinking, why are they still called indians. This isn't India. What about people from India? What do we call them, indegenous people. Thank god she stopped talking and put the video on. Nap time. After class, I was practically dragging myself to Spanish. I was thinking about what Katie and I would do this afternoon with all that time. I was still pissed I bombed the spanish challenge exam. Looks like I have another semester of spanish to look forward to. Just chilling, talking with Mike and Chris. RJ and Andrew haven't been seen in a couple of classes. I met a girl named Melissa. She was sitting infront of me, so I introduced herself. She's pretty hot, brown hair, skinny. I was too tired to care. My game is off. Spanish was alright cause Professor Hughes was cracking jokes in espanol, but I could still understand. JA JA JA! Finally, class over. I didn't stop to say hi to my boys in TKE or anything, went straight to my car and drove home. I took an hour nap. AH! Then I thought it would be good to wash my car. No self respecting female would ride in a dirty car. Called up Katie, she wanted to go to the beach, but it was overcast. I suggested 10 dollar tuesday at Boomers. Unlimited minurature golf. I knew she couldn't resist. She asked me if it was okay for Rod to join. Now, my first reaction was to be the bad friend and tell her, "No, ofcourse he can't come. He must stay home with his mom and you must make me feel guilty for going so. I should go get rid of my negative energy because I'm a bad person." But what came out was hesitation, then sure, why not. I will stab you in the eye. Kill Rod and his mother. But I must be considerate of other people's needs. No, I don't, but I like having friends, so I can't always be the asshole. Drove over to Katie's, then picked up Rod. Katie suggested that we avoid Rod's mom so we don't have to talk for half an hour. Rod just woke up, let out a couple groans. Rod had no money, Katie had just enough, and I had to run home and get money. On our way to Boomers. The two were quiet and I tried my best to get them awake or at least talking. You know, swerving in traffic, slamming brakes unexpectedly. On the freeway off ramp, I took a wrong turn over on Emerald, turned into oncoming traffic and then almost caused an accident in the lane. Yeah, huge liability. But made it to Boomer's, I'm terribly embarrassed by now, but I don't show it. All day wristbands for $10. Sweet. PLayed minurature gold until Katie got bored. Then we played a version of broomball, except with clubs. Afterwards, we all headed into video games. The two kept telling me only games upstairs are free. Nope. I step onto dance dance revolution, made it all the way to the end on beginner mode. I turn around to celebrate, but Rod and Katie are nowhere to be found. Turns out, they were upstairs. The two ended up playing games together the rest of the afternoon and me by myself. ::tear:: I think she really likes Rod. Meh. 1st place hydrothunder, 1st place Crusin Exotica, beat Area 51 and House of the Dead. By now, I'm bored and go see what the two are going. Playing Gauntlet Legends. They must have been playing for an hour before we left. Still quiet. So I cranked ZZ TOP's La Grange til the beat just pounded you. Did I mention I was doing 95 on the freeway? I think my reckless driving scares Katie sometimes. After I drove both of them home, I realized that I'm over Katie. Yeah, I tried but I'm not going to even try to keep the relationship going. There's nothing I need to keep from that experience. Now, I can focus on college girls. Oh hell yeah. I'll toast to that.

Sancho
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What a nice weekend. Friday was great. Met up with Alex Frey in the Dome at 7:15. I saw him the day before, said hi, and he said we should meet up. You know, alot of people are envious of my partying habits. Mostly, the people that don't go to parties. Oral Communication was boring as usual. Class activity was to meet and introduce another person in the class. Most of the students were doing great. I gave a great impromptu speech based upon a minute of conversation with this girl. The teacher commented that I had an excellent speech, that I gave good eye contact, fluidity of thought, hands at my side, and I didn't shift my weight. I think she already caught on about my previous speaking skills. Now my acting will have to convince her that I just had one good day. GEL, lifelong learning. Mrs Poggi was pasing out syllabus for class when I noticed that Janelle was sitting across from me, but I couldn't find Nicole. She arrived a couple of minutes late. I offered her my seat, but she declined. Damn, this is going to take work. BTW, in GEL, if you do ELP (which I have been) program, you get 50 points Extra Credit. Sweet, I already have an A. I was thinking of joining Associated Student Government, so I talked with poggi after class. She suggested that I join a committee. Great idea. It was 10 and I had math in one hour. I didn't study for the Test, but I went into the bookroom and found the study guide for the textbook for Calc II. Cram, cram motherfucker. Quickly. After studying pages for 15 minutes, I left. I found my frat boys in the Dome. Just hanging and talking. Some fine girls walked by and we all looked at each other like, "Oh shit, did you see that piece?" A couple guys had to go work, so I said my peace and left. On my way I ran into Vanessa. Apparently, she's taking some real hard chemistry class. The same one Paul Han is taking. I know cause I saw him walk out of class. I hated to interrupt Vanessa, but I had to say hi and chat with Paul. I told him I'd talk later cause I had to go. Back to Vanessa. She probably thinks I'm MR Popular and has no time for the likes of her. Makes her feel like I'm some kind of challenge. She asked if I was taking chemistry, I told her I'm taking Calc II. She's like, I'm only taking Pre-calc. THis coming from the girl with the 4.2 GPA and full ride scholarship. Headed into Math class. Saw Kingsly again. I swear to god, the guy is stalking me. He was in my GEL class too, and he's a junior. What the Fuck? Anyway, the test was a breeze. I finished it in 5 minutes and almost all the class took 25 minutes. I know I aced it cause the teach went over answers after. Bunch of bullshit that was. I hadn't learned anything from that test. Checking out the clock, I remembered that the lawn party started at 11 and I wouldn't get out of class til it was over. Damnit! Finally, class done, I headed to the Dome for some food. It was already 12:45 and I had the munchies real bad. I ordered myself a big mouth burrito. Bigger than Rico's, but more $$$. Hey, nothing cheap here. Except maybe the girls. :-) No, I'm just kidding. I don't know, I don't pay for it. Saw on the tv announcements about a $1000 scholarship for community service. Found this place in Craven Hall. So I grabbed the application and instructions. Ben called me on the cell to let me know that everyone was hanging over at his house. Studying, yeah, who has time for that? Hanging with the amigos, we headed to an LCC football game. 6 fucking dollars. That pissed me off. Saw Melanie and Jenny from my acting class. Saw Luis, which was nice. Shot the bullshit about Speech/Debate. The game was boring, so we left. Found a dead rat in the parking lot. I wanted to put it on Ike's car, David Hill's brother, but the security guard was in the parking lot. SO I put it on some truck. Oh well. Great first week, but I have a feeling things are about to get even better. L8

Sancho

Yesterday was ok, today was better. Didn't get up til 6:30. Hell yeah! Made it to class on time. I had some difficulty finding Oral Communications class. After searching for a while, I found it. Oral Communication is another name for , "you already know public speaking, so you're going to rape this course." It's really sad. Talking about how most of the people in the class dread public speaking. That's going to be our final, is to speak infront of the class. I do have to read the book, though. How lame. We watched a video of some chick doing a speech about a shoe. How terribly exciting, yes? Then the teacher asks the class to tell her what the girl did right. Nobody was raising their hand. I go ahead and name off 8 things. Then one person says "she was wearing appropriate clothing." I almost choked giggling to myself. I was going to label off more, but the teacher was through. I wanted to discuss what she had done wrong, but I guess we can't be negative. Yep, it's the small things that bring out the asshole in me. Next class, GEL. That's right, GEL. Slick, sticky, gooey. Lifelong learning, you sicko. Packed class of 40. Two hot girls, Nicole and Janelle. Nicole is hot, brown hair, good personality, and has a dorm on campus. [Sic] Janelle is hot, blonde, tall, ample mammories, with great legs. Broke the mold, baby. Broke the mold! Didn't even hesitate to introduce myself. I'm sure she gets offered dick all the time. Anyway, easy class, easy A. Next. Hang back in the Dome with the TKE guys and Aplha girls. Next week is Rush week and they're already got the oversized signs. These big, awkward things just lying around campus. TKE's got this big skull and crossbones on there. Yep, I know who painted the sign. I'm getting hungry now, so I drive across campus to the Ralph's shopping center to get beef tacquitos con guacamole and sour cream, lettuce, and cheese. I've been there...and it is good. Went to check out the new Fitness room and field room in the Gym that hasn't opened yet. Free tours were being offered, so I went, took the tour, signed my life away on a release of liability form. Get a gym card next thursday, even though the facility opens Monday. I was studying in the library when who should I run into, but none other than Paul Han. Apparently, he's got some bad classes, but we were talking, and he wanted to get together again with Ben and jam sometime. Like old times, I tell him. End of day, I'm getting kind of tired. I head over to the Academic Hall, but decide to take a nap on the grass. It's grass...and it is good! Wake up and head over to ACD when dean of students walks up to me and asks me if I'm going the right way. I almost forgot he was the co-facilitator for ELP. So I head over with him into unknown territory. U-hall, 460. Does that class even exist? Nobody knew until now. Saw Vanessa there, a hot red-headed number I met back at orientation. Straight A goodie-two shoes needs a little fix up. Just add Sanchez. Alright! A short meeting, no more than 30 minutes with only 10 people showing. 4 guys. Only 4 guys there. No, I'm not complaining. Just being observant. After that, said goodbye to Julie, who is the chillest white girl on campus. No doubt. Ran into Andrea on the way to my car. Apparently, she had all these hard classes she's been avoiding and now she's working her ass off. Oh well. ASI has a mixer going on tonight, but I really don't feel like going. I'm being pestered by my mom. Just two more years, that's it! Ah shit. Later

Sancho

Hey, it's already the second day. Well, I couldn't post yesterday cause the fucking program was down. First day was great. Got up early, no breakfast, no problem. Cranked some Sublime on the way to school. It was still dark outside. Who the hell comes to school this early. After going to the bathroom, I realized I had like 30 minutes til class started. I found the place, no problem. Met up with Mike, a friend of mine I had met at orientation. He told me he wasn't sure if I was Chris. It's really sad that I can't remember a single persons name at College. I think it takes time. But right now I'm meeting people three or four times. History class is going to be chill this semester. This lady by the name of Mrs Roberts, long grey hair and some kind of pendent, was going to be my teacher. Born in Britain, lived in South Africa. Real wild, reminds me of Mrs Lax, senior year english teacher at La Costa Canyon High School. This one girl was in the wrong class and the teacher left the class to go check where this girls class was. Everyone's like, alright, what do we do now? After she came back, she passed out syllabus' to everyone. 5 crashers, so not too bad.

Next classe was that of Espanol III. I missed one year of Spanish in high school and now I have to take a step back. The class was packed. People sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Crashers? Forgettaboutit! The teacher walks in and starts speaking spanish at warp speed and most people took the "dropped jaw" approach. I caught on to everything, even the corny jokes. Then the class reviewed preterite tense. Ah, Spanish III revisited. Speaking of, Andrew was sitting next to me. That's Andrew, from my Spanish III class freshman year of high school. He remembered me, too, which was relieving. The teacher felt it was only appropriate to have the entire class shake hands and introduce each other....in spanish. Hola, soy Chris. Como te llamas? Oh, I'm so suavay with the spanish. Pickin up on the ladies, asking for numeros de telefono.

Hey, I'm done. No classes for the rest of the day. So what should I do but walk around until I run into some guys from TKE. It was the one guy who drove me home from the party when I was woozy. Hung with him as we cruised the area. Met up with Gavin, who's TKE event planner. Told him I was rushing and they were stoked. They said they're always looking to add more members to the family. After stopping to talk with a few sorority sistas, we headed to the dorms to talk with this other TKE officer. Here's where names would come in handy. He had a nice place and was hanging with his two other roomies. The darth maul statue in the living room startled me a bit. I mean, come on, it's right there at the door. We all talked about the party going on Saturday. It's supposed to be at an alumni's relative's ranch in Tecate, Mexico. 18 legal drinking age. Awesome! The guy apparently has a band that's been playing locally for a while now and has opened for some bigger bands. They didn't sound too bad, even though it's a punk-pop emo band.

By then I was hungry and headed back to the Dome for some food. More TKE's and some alpha sorority sisters. Damn, they are hot! All of them. It's like they screen them or something. Frat guys will only bang hot sorority sisters. After munchies, I left for home. I went over to Ben's house and we watched MTV, played Diablo II, and jammed. Then Tony came over. It was cool. It started raining and I headed home. What a first day. Tomorrow's gonna be awesome.

Well, I said I was going to do it. Start a blog to monitor my progress my first year of college. I wonder exactly how long this will last before I get lazy and stop posting. I admit, I have a tendancy of flaking out on projects and never finishing anything I've started. Journals are nothing new to me, I just have a habit of not doing it, cause either I forgot or I didn't believe it was important to warrant my time.

Tomorrow is the beginning of something new and wonderful. Something exciting and challenging. I just wish I could capture all of this in my head to remember for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, the "best years of my life," high school, is now a complete blur in the back of my mind. All I can remember are the friends I made who I still keep in touch with and a few of the teachers who helped me along my way. Everyone else is either already started or left for college, leaving me to my own. Granted, a few friends have remained who will be attending Palomar College and Mira Costa and I will always have time to see everyone doing winter break. But that is down the road and I shouldn't worry about that now.

My pack is filled with the stuff I believe to need. Books for classes, pencils, paper, folders, organizer, 3 ring binder, erasers, .5 mm graphite, the only thing I'll probably forget is my brain. It has been a long summer and anything remotely intellectual exceeding the brain capacity to perform simple, involuntary tasks such as breathing, eating, and walking will become a challenge. It would help if I didn't have class at the break of FUCKING dawn! Trying to move History class to 10 AM, but crashing seems to be the only possibility present at this time. I'll put up with it for now. Annoyances!

Stoked for tomorrow. This is going to be the beginning of the greatest 4 (5 or 6?) years of my life. I'd like to say things are great after college, but we both no theres no room for bullshit in this life. Yeah, all downhill after this. I'll remember and cherish this wonderful experience, if I don't get too drunk like I did last saturday at the welcoming party. Later

Sancho