it is so hilarious and so wierd at the same time, i’m waiting to got o marriott…..GO TO MARRIOTT…oh god….so stoned. tried to get messenger to work, but no go, tried to get hotmail to work so no go….forced to use blogger. why haven’t i blogged in awhile? why am i resorting to it now? out of desperation to have some outlet i think. if i didn’t have something to put all these thoughts into i would be in trouble, and blog is my only option. blog is my savior and i totally succumb to its glory and power. and alsot he fact that i can share this moment with everyone who cares to read it. which is probably no one but hey, i can at least feel warm and fuzzy about it now. so yeah, i’m probably supposed to be studying for something, but i think that i’ll be allright if i don’t, hopefully i will be. wow i’m tapping so many keys at once, this is amazing, i’m going so freaking fast. so anyways, last saturday, we had THE largest party i’ve ever been to up here at western, (i swear we had about 200 people there at one point) and around 2:30 we got busted. and 3 of the four renters got fines for about 500 a piece (furnishing to minors, and disturbing the peace) so it was generally a fiasco. in retrospect, i totally think that it was worth it, it was such a great experience, we had a great sound set up for people that were spinng…everything from hip hop, to jungle to trance and house. and there was great lighting and atmospherfe and people were actually dancing, it was rad. but the police needed everyone out so i lead a bunch of people out of the side window where there weren’t any cops, i felt like moses or something. but we all got nailed hard, and court is on monday, hopefully we’ll be able to contest some of thsi shit and not have to pay so much freaking money. but yeah, it was fun but expensive, but to let you know, walls of tarps strung up to keep people out of the front yard works incredibly well, it delayed the cops from finding us for 3 hours. so yeah, that was the general highlight. tuesday was great as well, alyson and i went up to vancouver with intentions of seeing ben folds live. so we got there and realized that we didn’t know where the venue was and we looked around and eventually called jakub, one of my roomies, and he told us it was at the commodore, not the palladium. so we got there an hour late, but we hadn’t really missed ben folds at all, he played until 10:30 and we got there at 8:30, so it was all good. ben folds fucking rocked my ass, i love seeing him live, and the second time was even better. and after that, since it was tuesday night, we went over teh the lotus for “automatic” which is what they call they’re drum and bass and jungle night. so we danced around for a few hours, got a little drunk and went back home after a bit. and let me tell you the border was terribl, going into canada, they needed an id, and a proof of citizenship. they still made us go through customs to have our car searched. then coming back into america, they told us to pop our trunk. definalty not a time to be smuggling drugs back and forth from. so yeah, that’s pretty muuch all i want to rant about i think, so i’ll leave it as this unfurled mass of letters and words and sentances, for your deciphering eye to precieve. peace out.