Alive

it's been one fun week. my last final was last thursday morning and immediately thereafter, the partying began. after a day of debauchery, we left for whistler, where it was three straight days of boarding, hot tub orgies, and boozin' til wee hours of the night. oh, four hours of hot tub drinking = not good for the head. i think my favorite quote of the weekend was my roomie screaming, "i want my f*&*in vodka!!!!" in the halls of the hotel. it just seems so appropriate.

anyhoo, i am back alive to nice and warm LA and feeling quite behind on xmas shopping. i guess having zero presents bought three days before xmas is not the best show of preparation. but wtf is wrong with all my friends? they're all on top of stuff and sending xmas cards early...makes me feel so retarded. thanks, friends. you poops.

oh, a normal picture from the top of the mountain...

Survival of the Fittest

i'm in the middle of my first quarter finals right now and am down to one more tomorrow morning. as we're sitting around "studying," someone says (with beer in hand), "i've definitely gotten stupider since high school. i think it's because i drank too much since then and killed off my brain cells."

my buddy replies with one of the most fantastic quotes i've heard in a while: "no, you've gotten smarter. you've just gotten rid of the weak brain cells." ahhh, darwin.

In Da Spirit

a few of my classmates and i walked into westwood for an extended lunch today. we spotted dr. phil getting taped in one of those outdoorsy restaurants near cpk. i wanted to yell out, "i love you man!" but then i would be lying and that's no good since it's almost christmas.

Actress Slash Dart Champion

on friday night, i crashed the chanin holiday dinner at buffalo club. okay, maybe "crashed" isn't the exact word since i was actually invited as a guest, but seriously, i felt like one of those sketchy alumni who come back to their old frat to party with the new college kids. despite the initial weirdness, alisa made sure alcohol was a-flowin' to me and i got over it. it was great to see everyone...and for some reason, i was roped into doing an improv skit to make fun of my old boss peter. my memory is a bit foggy on what i actually said, but i remember skip (top dog) extending me an open invitation to chanin dinners for life...

and despite a massive hangover on saturday morning, i got up to go to the usc-ucla football game at the coliseum. of course, even after a tailgate and a broken heart (the trojans destroyed the bruins), i still persevered to the annual mit young alum holiday party at tim and tamra's house. initially, i proclaimed to james and tina that i was breaking up with my old boyfriend, booze, but i made up with him sometime soon thereafter and more fun was had. even though i didn't converse with a single new nerd at the party, i do remember my glorious comeback victory in drunken darts against tim and kevin.

so, ladies and gentlemen, this weekend's lesson: drink lots and you will find your hidden talents.