Do you remember me?

To the pretty blond girl on the train heading into Seattle at 7:20 am friday. You were seated I was standing ,the train hit a bump and I accidentally farted in your face. I hope you will accept my apology and maybe go out for a drink with me in the near future. I promise to watch my anal ettiqute

Sit down

I called my brother earlier today and here's how the conversation went.

Willaim: Hello?
Me: William, you called me yesterday.
William: Yea.
Me: What's up?
Willaim: Can I call you back later, I'm in class.
Me: You're in class, like in class?
William: Yea
Me: Ok, talk to you later.

Crunking

This is a new term that I just learned today. I spent tonight working at a 16-18 hip hop dance club in downtown Tacoma. It was actually really a lot of fun. Me and my friend Alena worked at the info table for an hour, the snack bar for another, and then we hung out on the dance floor and watched crunking for another hour. Though this experience I learned a lot about hip hop culture which I wasn't already aware of. Here are some of the things that I learned and some of the observations that I made.

-Crunking is a form of dance where competitors face off by freestyle dancing against each other. It's pretty much what they do in the show "Dance 360." And watching it live is sweet.
-I'd have to go clothes shopping if I ever really want to get into a hip hop club as a customer.
-Before tonight I had never seen so many Tupac tribute shirts in one place. (I want one now)
-It is not cool if your mom and her friends follow you to a club meant for high schoolers. And even worse when they bring your 10 year old sister and she can dance better than you.
-Mike Jones is the best ever.
-Some people just like dancing in front of a mirror, even at a club.
-Having an official staff sign hanging from your neck in a club is a big ego booster. You can go in and out the door no problem. And the bouncers give you mad respect.
-I need to gain 100 pounds in order to be a bouncer or get street credit. (or be Samoan)
-White people can't crunk (or dance)
-In the three hours tonight, I lost more hearing than at any concert I've ever been to.
-The four corners of Hip Hop are: Dance, Graffiti, the DJ, and the MC.

Now all I gotta do is go shopping and learn to crunk and break dance so that I can go clubbing in Tacoma.

Me gusta pollo

I had sailing class today. The sun was out, it was warm, the boat was cool, but there was no wind. We sailed out for an hour or so but had to use the motor to get back. The funniest part of the day was on the way to the marina for class. A guy was trying to cross the street on his Segway. First he tried to cross the street and fell off, so he got on again, leaned forward, expected to start moving, and face planted into the middle of the road. After that he decided to push his Segway like a lawn mower to the side of the road. I believe that George Bush also managed to fall off a Segway a little while ago.
Today I also got my first interview at a dental school. I'm excited that someone might want me at their school, but not so excited that the school I heard from is in Cleveland, Ohio. There really isn't much rock climbing there. And I don't think I want to move to any city that hasn't had its own Real World episode. So until MTV decides to have the Real World Cleveland, I won't be moving there.

Enrique is best in his native language, Mexican.

A couple of nights ago Kyle and I decided that we would run a marathon. The next morning we both decided that that was a horrible idea. Instead, we're now planning to run a half-marathon. It's the Halloween Marathon down in Olympia. Now all I gotta do is run a little bit in the next month and a half and also find a costume to wear. I thought about the banana costume, but that would be the biggest bitch to have to run with.
I just bought a new toothbrush. The special feature of this brush is the tongue cleaner on the back of the head. The tongue cleaner is basically a little rubber thingy that sticks out and rubs against every part of your mouth except your tongue. Even after only one trial run, I'm ready to throw it away and buy a new one.
Jet skis are probably one of the top 10 best modes of transportation. I went jet skiing for the first time today. It was everything I thought it would be and more. And who would have thought that you could also use it to water ski, another first for me today. Though this experience I've realized that I am a complete pussy when it comes to mixing high speeds and someone else's driving. Me riding in the back of the jet ski must have been like having your nervous girlfriend behind you clinging on for dear life. I don't think I released my iron grip on Jamie's torso till it was my turn to drive.

So

I just vacuumed my room and the hallway right outside my room and it's so much cleaner than before. Then I looked in the vacuum cleaner and saw that 50% of the stuff in bag was my hair.
Tommy Lee goes to college is one of my new favorite shows. The best part of watching the show was seeing that Tommy and I both own the same chemistry text book.
And why is it that ice cream is always soft when you first open the container, but hard to scoop after a couple of days in the freezer?

My housemates are retarded!

Last Wednesday (within the first week of living together) two of my housemates got in the most ridiculous fight that I have ever witnessed. To save them from embarrassment I won't mention their names. So Kyle got pissed cause Star wouldn't wash a pan that he had used a couple days earlier. Star's excuse was that he was busy and didn't have time to wash the pan. As a result, Kyle threw an egg at Star's car, saying that he would clean the car as soon as the pan was washed. In retaliation, Star threw two eggs in Kyle's room. The next day Kyle sent what was supposed to be an apology in the form of an email. The gist of the email was, "I'm not going to talk to you, you gotta come talk to me first."
So I basically live with a couple of 10 year old girls with major problems. Guys aren't supposed to have this kind of drama. But I left for the weekend on Friday night and by the time I came back on Sunday night everything was resolved. Something happened and they made up. Amazingly they do have some sort of sense in them.
Part of me is glad that this is over, but the other is excited for the next big fiasco. Hopefully it doesn't involve me.

On another note, I went on a picnic yesterday. It's been a long time since my last one, and I had a lot of fun. I've just been made into a lover of picnics.