Synapse relapse

The past few days have been fly as fuck. Exploring life, re-habitating my run down apartment, and gearing up for a new quarter has taken a good chunk of my time up. With all the KP/FCC/SAAC events coming up, mixing in a pinch of work, attempting studying, and fitting some form of a social life, I have a huge ass load ahead of me. Hell yes, go overambition.

A scary realization that this is now my life, has been surprisingly well received by my inner spoiled brat. My movie store subscription has always served as a symbolic gesture ratifying my resettlement. Yesterday I signed up for an online blockbuster account, and finally feel like a integral part of the Greater San Diego.

On Friday I had dinner at Donovan's/watching Jesus Christ Superstar with Ading Micki and her family. I love hanging out w. families since I've passed my awkward adult phase, and realize now that parents are (sometimes) functional people too. Hearing life stories always makes for good times, and nothing better to top it off with than a blasphemous theatrical production. Apparently this was their "ending show" where they had members of the original cast from 30 years ago performing on stage one last time. Egomaniacs believing they have the same amount of energy and perfect pitch as their youth wasn't pretty. Their dance moves were a little more lackluster, and their wheezing between solos did not go unnoticed. Watching a 50 year old Kenny Roger's wannabe as Jesus belching out psalms, can only be tolerated to certain degree.

I've had 2 dance parties within the last 2 days. By dance party, I mean a group of 5-10 TAO fanatics, itchin for a re-do. DJ ipod and lamp flickering aside, they were pretty damn enjoyable. Exploringi the La Jolla cove and racing around the random ass miramar building at 2am in the morning made me re-realize life was meant to be lived, not observed.

To quote Charlie, from the perks of being a wallflower, the last few days have made me feel "infinite".