California State University San Marcos

Sorry y'all, I know it's been three weeks since I last posted. To be honest, I don't have alot to say and that's because I forgot mostly what happened. I've become like Lindsay's Vice President for Yellow Ribbon Club. I made like a crazy number of flyers and took them to SRL to get stamped, then posted 16 around campus on bulletin boards. Just finished up the career portion of GEL. I'm getting real sick of this class. It's just one damn thing after another. Tuesday Nov 4th was RA training in the dorms. I was running late, but made it before the presentation. Wasn't too boring, video demonstration, speech. I just had to leave early. Soma Box Office closed at 7, so I had to get down there before it closed. I wasn't about to pay $50 for $15 tickets. Fucking Ticketbastard. Left halfway, rushed down to Soma to get my tix, no sweat. Had a Spanish test that Thursday that I didn't study for, but i got an A anyway. Everyone's envious. Still not talking with the TKE's. I say hi when I pass them by, but no time to yak, cause I'm a busy and important person. Friday was sick. I went to the Switchfoot concert with Tony, Bret, Shas and Ben joined us later. His mom forgot to pick him up in Riverside. I was pissed cause I could have got him and brought him home earlier. Soma was bigger than I thought. It looks like a theatre from the front, but the arena stage really opens up. We were all chillin next to these big fucking subs. The bass nearly knocked you up. After the first group, the place was packed. YOu couldn't get anywhere. Lines for the bathroom down the hallway. I waited by the entrance to give Ben his ticket. Tony gave me word he was out front. The concert was sick, though. After hearing Chem 4A, the illest Switchfoot song, I could have left then and there a happy man. Good stuff, we were all holding hands in the air, real spiritual stuff. An energy, which will last forever. As we left the place, I spoted Forest and Trevor (Krysti's ex) leaving. Forest literally jumps in the window of my car. He tells us he's playing the Scene. Say What? Oh shit, yeah Forest hit it big time. It was cool. So wes all like, where do we eat. I'm rolling down Sports Arena Blvd when ben tells us to pull over. We're in this parking lot and we all see Shaz crying. He gave the two some space. She got a call from Torrey Trust, saying Torrey's mom has breast cancer and is not doing so well. We're kinda torn up, but turn it into an opportunity to make the best of the night. So we head to Denny's in Encinitas, but that's after racing this rice rocket on the 5. Fucking around, having fun. Word of the night is 10 ft ladder, you take a guess. On our way out, I spot Hadrian going in with his crew. GIve him a what's up, talk some shit about Lacey, and were out. I still got's to call Bret about hanging out. He's supposedly real busy with school. Anyway, didn't get home til 2. r0x0r! The next week, i did an interview with Joseph, the pharmacy guy at Student Health Services. I've always wanted to be a pharmacist, so for career choices, I had to interview him. Along with my sample resume, I had to turn this whole packet in by 5 Monday. I got it in @ 4:30. Yeah, I cut it real close, but made it. I also did my speech on Gang violence. I was supposed to record it, so I videotaped myself. Another success. I'm getting better at speeches, even after taking 2 years speech in high school. Tuesday we had another Yellow Ribbon Meeting. We got together to tie yellow messages on suckers. My idea, too, what a hit! So the meeting was just to prepare for next week. Antoinette showed up, haven't seen her in weeks. So we're all talking and somehow somebody brings up age. Now, Lindsey is 21, Antoinette is 21, I'm 18. Now, nothing wrong with being 18. Cept when you get called the youngin. I like being on the level, not being singled out as the special one. Lindsay's real touchy person, she does the rub ya on the head little brother thing. NAh, leave me alone! Too bad she has a boyfriend. Yeah and she also has this TKE who's obsessed with her. His name is john. More on him later. So, I get put in charge of scheduling the tablesitters. OKay, no prob. Except, nobody volunteers and I'm stuck Friday with one volunteer. Lindsay's irrate and I've got this green table reservation to fill out. $5/day for facilities. Yeah, so we stick with two days to save money. We're not fundraising anything, just promoting the club. No chaulking, it costs $40 to pressure wash off the sidewalk and we have NO BUDGET. I spent the weekend working on my Lakota Woman history paper rewrite. 4 hours of that. Sunday was the ppv Survivor Series, so I couldn't miss that. Saturday was an awesome day. I got a TATTOO. That's right, not one of those rub-offs that fade away, this was the real thing. Went to Body Temple in Encinitas, where the card store used to be. I told myself I didn't do it now, I never would. I took my godsmack album with me to show the guy. I wanted the tribal sun thing, in red. Alex came with me for support, so I wouldn't back out at the last minute. I got the tat on my back, between my shoulder blades. FUCK, it hurt! The needle was right on my backbone, so it just spent pain up and down my spine. The whole thing took an hour and 15 minutes with NO breaks. Just no time. It turned out sic though. He colored the tips black and faded them to red. Then he did some drop-shadowing on the sun part to give it a 3-D look. The coloring, the shadowing was all extra cost. I negotiated him down to about $200, which was what we agreed on essentially. Then I had to wear a bandage on my back until I took a shower. I turned off my phone so my parents wouldnt' call. I later called them and they told me to pick up dinner at Pick Up Stix. They still don't know about my tattoo. That or they haven't mentioned it. Everyday, I have to rub this A&D ointment on it twice a day. I can't soak in a tub, I can't expose it to direct sunlight. I can't splash water on it directly. I can't even pick the scab or itch it. This is supposed to last the first 14 days, then I do lotion on it twice a day without splashing it. The third day I had it, a bunch of blood and ink was coming off. Fredrick, the tattoo artist, said that was normal. Just lotion it. So Monday and Tuesday were fundraising week. I was working tables Monday 10-12 PM and 10-2 PM Tuesday. Monday was horrible. Lindsay and I agreed to meet infront of U-hall @ 8:40 so I could get the supplies for the table. Except, I didn't get down there til 8:55. She leaves a message on my phone, but I can't understand it. I realize I left the flyers in my yellow folder at HOME. I don't want to miss GEL, but I have to get them. As I head out to the parking lot, I pass Mrs Poggi, my GEL teacher. She tells me I'm going the wrong way. I tell her I have too much to do and that I cannot make it to class. She gives me a revised class schedule. So I get the posters and rush back on Palomar Airport cause Rancho is backed up. I get up to the tables and I spot Lindsey 10 minutes later. I am so relieved that I hug her. So she helps me setup the table, then she's off. So it's getting lonely and i've got this absolutely beautiful table setup. I'm talking with this kid named David at the next table, doing study abroad promotions. I give him some info, take some of his, and wes talking for some time. Then this girl from PEAS (forget her name) shows up to help run the table. Sweet! Marc is doing a fundraiser for SAE, so he's "busy." Gabe is doing a turkey drive for TKE, so he's "busy." Time goes by slow and I wish I had a battery opperated cd player, the music that APS (asian pacific society) is playing blows. Later, Lindsay comes by to take over, it's 1 PM and I missed my Math class. Then Anoinette comes by to help. I head off to talk with my math professor, who clearly noticed that I missed class. We talked about what went on in class with notes and stuff. I was talking about jobs, I think I segwayed from studying to working. Puha recommends me to work the tutoring center. She doesn't recommend many students, so I'm told. I take the business card and say thank you. I check back at the table before I leave. The 2nd day fundraising, my car has a flat tire. I drive out of the driveway, something feels weird. I get out to look. There's a screw in my passenger rear tire. I pull back into the drive. Dad helps me jack the car and put the spare on. I still make it to class on time. Already anxious, I listen to my messages. Lindsay calls (the billionth time, you'd swear we were dating) I'm on a goose chase to find this bag in the XXXXXXX office. Turn left, underneath the second desk? I call her back and she explains to me where to turn and look. I set all the stuff out, better prepared for today. Kimberlee shows up. Yes, someone who stays commited. Now i've got company. Saying high to people, passing out flyers, representin. John, the lindsay obsessed guy from TKE, is harassing ppl to donate money. He stops EVERYONE. It was rather humorous. This one guy refused to stop, so he follows to guy around the corner. We're out in the middle of Founders Plaza, so it's a while to that corner. Anyway, they find time to talk about it, so apparently they're still friends. Like I care! Saw Andrea again. I see her around more often. She's always the first to stop me. Still stressed out about school. Give her a hug, makes her feel better. She's off to Mix It Up for the free lunch. I forgot to signup cause I was doing the tables thing. I tell her to get me some food. Not going to happen. She still owes me. Kimberlee's friend, Laura decides to join both of us at the table. She brings out her laptop. I have seen her before, but never talked to her. Sorority sisters are so awesome. They are also SO FUCKIN HOT! I have yet to see an ugly sorority girl. We talk about alot of things. For some reason, everyone thinks I am a sophmore. Do I really seem that mature for my age? Maybe its a go between, so if I'm a freshman or a junior, I'm not made out to be too old or too young. She even helped me to clean up everything before I left. It was 1 and I needed to head to Costco to fix my tire. I think she was digging me. After all that, she asked me my name again, meaning she's going to try to remember. That's a big hint, most people don't do that when meeting others. I don't know why all the hot chicks are way too mature for me to date. Dammit, this just isn't working for me. Wednesday, I had a GEO quiz on delivery and visual aids. I only missed one, sweet! It was also the last ELP meeting. Except Julie and Jonathan were no shows. Then this packet arrives, cue Mission Impossible music. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to facilitate your own ELP meeting, with given instructions. I feel bad now, but then, I immediately took control of the entire group. Nothing was getting done, so I would set it right. So we didn everything the instructions said. Sort of, I had problems running discussions because I couldn't get the people to really talk about the issues. So we finished class off early and went home. I went to the library to look for books for my student guide project, which was due last Friday in GEL. Yvonne would rip my head off if I tried to turn it into her late. I finished it eventually and e-mailed it to her. I haven't received a response. I think she trashed it. My printer died. The toner cartridge has failed me and now i'm too lazy to get a new one. I just store documents in my e-mail account and print them off at school. Quiz in history was alot easier than the last couple, probably because I was prepared. The fill in the blank was easier than I thought. Some were true, false, the multiple choice are tricky. I think I did just fine. Next in speech class, persuasive speaking. Still easy, but worth alot of points, so pay attention. Yeah, whatever in a couple of weeks. The GEL research project 3 years in the making is due in two weeks. Holly has the plan, so I got the easy parts. That doesn't mean i'm going to kick back and let them do all the work. I sent some e-mails out with information for pro's cons, and the introduction. I still have alot to do this weekend. There's a Fraternity/Sorority BBQ this sunday that Cal State students are invited to. Bastketball and Volleyball, too. These past two weeks, I've been talking to an old friend who dropped off the face of the earth for about 5 years. Gautam is BACK. Yeah, he's at UC Davis, living on microwaveable pasta. He sent me a picture and damn, has he grown! Next week is only 3 days, so it should be good. I might stop by LCC to say hi just before Christmas Classic. I'm going to volunteer judge for the tournament. I can't believe I'm missing snow-tubing in Big Bear to be here. I guess we all make sacrifices. Sorry, this one was really long. I'll make the next ones shorter, I promise. Alright, late guys. Learn from my lessons.

Sancho

There isn't much to say. There wasn't really a last week. Since last Monday, school has been canceled due to the raging wildfires. Apparently, a number of fires started, one in Otay Mesa near the border, another in Cedar Valley, one in San Bernidino Simi Valley. A number of large houses were destroyed in Cedar Valley. The damage in San Diego County alone is in the 100 millions. The fire had scorched earth bigger than the state of Maine. The Cedar fire burned over 280,000 acres before it was put out on Friday. The air was putrid. I went to school thinking Monday would be the only day off. A police officer ascorted me off campus. There was ash piled thick in the gutter, the sky was brownish black and the sun was crimson red. I spent the entire week sitting on my ass tooling around. GTA Vice City, e-mail, tv (the only thing on was Firestorm 2003) . Halloween was alright. My dad and I prepared for a couple of weeks, building graves out of dirt, tombstones, electronic ghosts and sound motion hands and blinking heads. I dressed up in my Jason mask with a brown shirt and pants, like a jumpsuit almost. I had my chainsaw, with the chains taken off. I stood guard infront of the house. It scared alot of kids. The kids who gave me lip really got it. As they walked down the driveway, I would fire up the chainsaw and chase them slowly down the driveway. I got some kids so good, other kids coming down the street turned around and went back. I'm dissapointed though. For a weekend, we didn't have alot of kids. Looks like I'm eating candy the next three weeks. Spent Saturday with Dan. We headed out to Guitar Center to jam and look at stuff. It's become ritual for us. Ofcourse, he always buys more stuff than I do. We headed back to his place and spent the rest of the evening watching Matrix Reloaded and eating Mac n Cheese. I told him light on the mayo this time. Yeah, gross, I know. It's not too bad, but it's real bad for you. After that, really, I left. Dan wasn't feeling like doing anything else. No spirit in these peeps. I told him I'd probably see him in two weeks, joking about how he's down every other weekend. Sunday was a kick back day. Got a call from Ben Huang. He's diggin college, but too lazy to party. WTF? He wanted to know if I got the Switchfoot tix. The concerts November 7th, Friday, so I still need to get them. I told him I would. Anyway, back to school. Damn, I liked getting up at 10. Grind. Ya'lls jealous, I know. Well, late. Here's to a hopeful good week.

Sancho