OHIO!

I’ve just been informed that I will be teaching English in Japan this August. Oh happy day. Oh happy happy day.

Happy Trails to You

Ok… so my internet has crashed the past two entries, so hopefully this time my computer won’t be treatin’ me like a bitch…

Anyway, so my stay here in this city of silicone, bleached blond bimbos and their sugardaddies who drive H2 Hummers is coming to a quick close. Although Los Angeles is like a cubic zirconium - shiny but fake - it has been quite a dazzling experience… From the crazy hobos in North Hollywood, to the flaming, pretentious fags in West Hollywood, to the hoochie mama’s who wear stilletoes with a bikini top on the Sunset Strip… This urban sprawl has a special place in this kid’s .

Even USC ain’t too shabby despite the saturation of Orange County kids and their Jags that daddy bought for them. Not to mention the girl who sat behind me in class who recently got a nose job. But if anything, I will miss the ridiculous parties thrown by my close friends at the infamous Orange House. For example, here are photos from last week’s party:

From left to right, there’s me and D’a in Jen’s room preparing for the evening’s festivies. You can see the excitement in my face. To the right is the sudden influx of college students. The following photo you may see the North Star… better known that evening as LAPD’s own helicopter. Then the coppers came out with bean bag guns and shot into the crowd. However, that still didn’t disperse us rowdy kids… as you can see with the following photo the next tier down… the crowd lit softly by the circling helicopter overhead. The next pic are the coppers being hardasses in front of Orange House after they got rid of the peaceful students. Jen found such comfort of the soft drone from the copter that she had to meditate. And the last photo shows the oozing beauty of Poop Johnson and me after being totally shit faced. Not very flattering indeed. However, I did see Poop Johnson punch that guy in the face. Hot dog… This party even made it in the Daily Trojan, our school newspaper. Ah, college life.

Yes, I’m well aware that this entry lacks the forethought than my previous ones. Forgive me… but as I realize that I will be returning to the Bay Area in less than two weeks, these past four years of my life has been the best ones. Los Angeles, pretentious and materialistic it may be, is enriched with diversity, art, and happy hours at multiple bars. It’s a playground for college kids, finding anything from amazing underground House parties, to drag shows, to even being someone’s date on Mtv’s Sorority Life 3 that will air next season. Opportunities are endless here, unless your’re a starving actor starring in student films and working at the Cheesecake Factory. Poor saps.

I’m not the one for poetic words, but my college experience has been, like, totally life changing. From acquaintances to life-long friends, rejection to acceptance, and depression to expression, USC will be a chapter in my life worth writing about in my future memoirs: the Gasian Invasion. Ah, what an ending.

…until we meet again.