Update

Erm.
News to the people, Cielle and I have been working on the animation for the Cv Robotics team, and we had our server crash last night at 11 pm just as it was being transfered and rendered (lost most of the rendering and some objects). So, fed up everyone left and came back early the following morning skipping almost every class period today, tryng to fix this AWFUL mishap. I only skipped C block. All and all frustration only set in after the 9th hour of sitting in front of the animation laptop. Please help us hope we can fix this, and if you're from CHS do not laugh. Next year we'll back up our files, and maybe transfer files a day earlier than the deadline.

Being the Eve of Valentines Day, last minute shoppers were getting candy and shit for their girlfriends, boyfriends whatever. I saw a number of freshmen (all boys) from my school at Fred Meyer tonight, they all had chocolate hearts or a ballon in their hands and they were all with their mother. It was the funniest sight. Also tthis college student, had an awesome cowlick that stuck straight out on the left side of his head if you were facing him, straight out.

Myla Goldberg and Some Virgin Suicides

Cielle and I went downtowing today. I believe half our school was hanging out downtown today. It was crazy. Cielle tried to have a conversation through a store window, but the person just ended up coming outside after the first gesture. Then we saw a group of kids at American Dream across the street and we shouted at them and they gave us some of their pesto pizza (two pieces were left!) lucky us (free lunch) but then it began to rain.
We weren't sure what to do so we went to Happy Trails, said we weren't going to buy anything and then did. Cielle added a Love Tractor and a Love and Rockets record to her collection but pity, pity she didn't get a price cut on them like normal. Damn!
At my daddy's office we begged for money. He had just gotten back from the Big University Guy for lunch. I bought some picks with the money I had mooched, and later a mocha (Cielle got a vanilla latte). Earlier we went to the Bookbin to find the fuzzy cat that snoozes on vacant chairs and yet ended up going back to watch an episode of The Office (which is hilarious) on Cielle's new iPod and some music videos. We grew tired of sitting in the deep wooden chair and some people began to linger around us, so we left to find a new comfortable seating area. The Inkwell of course. Here we sat on a wild, color changing, 60's style sofa with a bright green ottoman. There we sat comfortably while we called our perpetual liar friend, Navarre. We talked to him for 15 minutes trying hard not to raise our voices at him, for we were in a public setting. Failed horribly, because that kid is a stubborn mule, and we fought about how he lies and lies along with his awful movie taste. He does have an excellent laugh though. Cielle practically hung up after Navarre blurted, "Hells yeah" to something she said. Weird kid.
My mom picked us up and she took us to Borders, where I bought a Myla Goldberg book called Bee Season (Her debut novel). I could just smell the references from the Decemberists song Myla Goldberg to this book. Cielle bought The Virgin Suicides. And we rode off again to piano.
Four-day weekend-and brand new classes. Clap your hands say, "yeah!"

Say...

It's Febuary, did you say, "Rabbit, rabbit" ?

Opening heavily taped FedX boxes with a steak knfe is a terribly awful job. Good thing the reward was a golden box of Belgium chocolates.