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Well, it's like 2am (used to college hours already), and last night (eh....7 hours ago) was Homecoming. I drove 4 hours north back to V-town to watch Whitney beat Tulare Union 21-0. Not bad. Not bad. It's weird watching football now. I never knew that we were so slow... Definitely starting to get that weird feeling being around people who are still of high school age. I saw Kim Clarey and Valerie tonight. That was a nice touch. Amazingly, I haven't been homesick or anything yet, but now that I'm home, I'm sorta college-sick. Bizarre.

Well today was my first day of classes. College is a lot more interesting than high school. I had all for of my classes today. Unlike most people who spread the class lovin' throughout the whole week, I chose to have hard days, no class days, and really light days. It suits me well.
Calculus - Dr. Xaichen Dai - Too easy. I should've just gone to the harder class.
Philosophy - Professor something or other. He's 23 and talks/dresses like me. I like this class, because he makes bizarre comparisons such as I would. Only bad part is the lecture hall is full with 750 students.
Comp/Sci - Professor guy with bad hair - Way too easy, but I don't want to do the harder one yet.
Writing - Rebecca is the teacher. Great class. 15 students total. 2 hours long, though. So I'm thinking that it'll be fun enough to entertain me. Rebecca is making us read too much Jane Austin, "because she's one of her sick fetishes."

Sunsets are infinitely more impressive when they light of the Pacific coast. Remember that book from 2nd grade where pankcakes fell from the sky and there were big hills of mashed potatoes with butter on top? That's what a sunset looks and feels like. Take that as you will. Chase's dorm is obnoxiously large. Classes start tomorrow, so I get to find out if breakfast at Francisco Torres is great as everyone has been making it out to be.
Oh, and as I like sleep like a palm tree like hits my window all hard and stuff. It's so like, how do you say annoying and stuff.

Why do people use "like" as a comma?

This will probably be my last blog before I'm an official college student (Don't hold me to that, I'm flaky on things), so here's the poem I wrote for Mr. Roehl's poetry night at Cafe 225 (last week of high school):

The Progress of America

America: the land of the free and home of the brave
Inhabited by cowards, thieves, and a multitude of slaves.
Slaves that stare blankly at rapidly pulsing screens
Inputting facts, data, details, deposits, and other necessities of life.
Our kids have become possessed by a false reality
Chit-chats impersonal and visual eye-candy engulf their forming minds.
Friends are now nothing but words, words that are data.
Who needs memories when you can save them to a disk?
We surely have progressed as a country
Robots can paint our cars, TV can watch the children
And mother and father can stroll under the programmed street lights

Who’s afraid of another rolling blackout?
I’ll find another way to get some power.
We invented the Internet.
Our military controls this planet.

God bless our country, we’re going to need it.

Neat, eh? Made Roehl laugh.
Computer Science major....here I come.

Reblogger, eh? Now I can finally reassure my belief that only 2 people (myself and Patty Kuo) ever read this thing. Maybe Liz or Rachel, too.

The Americans

by

Gordon Sinclair (A Canadian Editorial Writer June 5th 1973

"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of these countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States. When the franc was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.
"When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in to help. This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes. Nobody helped. The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars into discouraged countries. Now newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent, war-mongering Americans.

"I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplane. Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC-10? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all the International Airlines except Russia fly American planes? Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on the moon?

"You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy, and you find men on the moon — not once, but several times — and safely home again.

"You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here.

"When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the American who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both are still broke. I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake.

"Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them get kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of those. Stand proud, Americans!"

Go read Patricia's latest update. It's probably more meaningful than anything I could ever come up with.

The Dalai Lama leads a prayer.

Everything on earth has gone straight to Hell. That's all I'm going to say about the situation at hand.

Officially making him the biggest idiot in sports' history, Michael Jordan has decide to make a comeback to the game which he still really wants to play. Unfortunately, this will make his game-winning retirement buzzer shot completely null and void. Thank you Mr. Jordan. You have made every basketball historian simultaneously regurgitate.

No, I didn't mess up the clock settings, I'm just up at 2:30am, because I'm being entertained by my taped-version of the Fresno State versus Wisconsin game. I'm so proud of the Bulldogs. They're the "darlings of the NCAA" and a "real Cinderella story."
I saw The Musketeer with Erica, Natalie, and Scott today. It was pretty craptacular. The writer who came up with that script should be locked up. After the movie, we ate lunch at Carl's Jr, and Natalie taught us an important lesson: If you they accidentally give you something you didn't order, and you don't want to eat the free food, Carl's Jr. accidentally will give you more when you return it. Honesty is rewarded with punishment here in Visalia.
And on that note If it wasn't for my horse, I wouldn't have stayed that year in college.

== Weirdest snack food that I enjoy right now: Boiled soy bean pods.

This made me so very happy today.

Starting today, I have one more week in my hometown of Visalia. I'm going to make a list of things to do before I leave, and I'm going to complete every single one. Yeah, that's motivation for you.

When stuff like this starts happening, I'm convinced that everything I know is wrong.

My Current Favorite Things
== Favorite excuse: "Somehow it'll work itself out."
== Favorite seafood: Red Snapper, blackened
== Favorite movie: I would say 10 Things..., but that would make me more emo. I have to choose a new one I guess. Julia Stiles needs to hurry up and star in a macho guy flick where buildings blow up, cars wreck during high-speed chases, and people get kicked in the face by Jet Li.
== Favorite pet peeve: Those stupid salad forks
== Favorite beverage: Dole Pine Orange Banana
== Favorite illegal activity: Matress disposal
== Favorite college sports team: Fresno State Bulldogs
== Favorite hated college sports team: Duke or Stanford. They're just so bland.
== Favorite happy thought: "Man, I'm gonna have a good life."
== Favorite realization: "Man, I'm gonna have a bad life, because I hate computers...and I'm a CompSci Major."
== Favorite overheard stupidity: "If it wasn't for my horse, I would have never made it through college."
== Favorite Michael Jackson song: "Wanna Be Startin' Something"
== Favorite hidden treasure: Salvation Army stuff.
== Favorite political viewpoint: Jello Biafra's
== Favorite internet activity: Newsgroups and AIM (mIRC is for the bored)
== Favorite lie parents tell kids: "There's chemicals in the pool that detect urine." (I will argue the impossibilities of that for days if you want to bring it on.)
== Favorite Asian ho: Patricia Kuo

I am so emo according to my blog.

Analyzing the words of that song after it was posted, Brad realizes that it does not really fit his situation at all. Due to the fact that only himself and Patricia Kuo will ever read this, he decides to let this big mistake slide. He would also like to acknowledge that Erica is one of his best friends that he's ever had, and he also wishes that he could give Patricia a great big hug for finding her.

We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside

Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does

I listen to our favorite song
playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and
easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
but the scar, that scar remains

I know I could have saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways

Now I hear you found somebody new
and that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Well, considering that I just broke up, I need to be sadder. I really don't feel to bad about the whole thing overall, but still, it's the whole premise behind ending a relationship. So, Patricia just IM me and tell me some sad sad songs.

Well, I just got done having a break with Erica and Borders. That was really interesting. Breaking it up is supposed to be all hard and whatnot, but Erica and I both didn't really have a clue what we were supposed to do. It wasn't like we hated each other or anything. It was like "well, it's time to end this...it sure was fun."
The official word on the street is that we broke up because I'm leaving for college. Go spread that around amongst yourselves.

Scientists found a possible AIDS vaccine today. They immunized a few monkeys from the virus, so there's possibly a hope for us after all. Still no cure, though.
Read about it here

I learned an important lesson in life today. The Mach 3 razor (cuts you 3 times as bad, eh Patty?), will chop you up if you're used to using a dull blade and upgrade to a new one. All I'm gonna say is ouch. On a happier note, I'm going to meet Erica at Borders at 4:20pm. Haven't seen her for a good week. I'm going through withdrawals.

Well looky here. This is my first blog entry ever. Let's see... At the current moment, I would label my attitude as hopeful.

Currently, I have the song Aisle 10 by Scapegoat Wax stuck in my head. Due to the fact that everyone who potentially reads this is in college with a nice ethernet connection, I'd suggest that you download the aforementioned song by clicking here.