RIP brain cells

this weekend has drained every last bit of any mental capacity. From sungod to semi this post is a memorial for this millions of dead brain cells due to collegiate festivities. Though sungod sucked ass relative to previous years, I still had a motherfuckin' blast and can't wait to live up this last year of college. I feel like life is coming full force, and must relish these bouts of immaturity before i sign my soul to the man, and stuff.

Started off semi with something I foresee becoming a tradition, 6am kick off @ silver fox. All events that followed are somewhat of a blur, but notable mention was my random trip to buffalo when shopping for our sweatshop free fashion show this week. Imagine that, inebriated thrifting for a bunch of clothes I didn't need to pay for..dream come true or what. Best part had to be Roel's obsession w. white boots and my prancing around buffalo as super space cadet christina.

Then there was rock climbing, cutting in line multiple times with lisa, and randomly seeing everyone and their mom's @ ihouse when i brought my ading la jager. A lot of a laughing, a little nausea, and a whole crapload of people i haven't seen in ages equates to your very standard swankified sungod.

Though sean kingston was as brilliantly plain as predicted, say anything was surprisingly enjoyable and coheed was a spectacle. his hair is the shit, and would have a lovechild with that cousin it of a creature just for being so bad ass.

Saturday woke up with the world's most heinous hangover, definitely needing some of that pho fix. Tsismis-ed with the rave crew I guess? Jon Jars Phil and Meng know how to ease that hangover, especially with the beauty of sugar in pho. Who'dve thought huh. Anyway, semi after that was...well..good when the ball started rollin

Apprehensive over my buffalo fit' manglala & roel coerced me into buying, it took a while for my to just kick back in my sobriety and have a good time. After a desperate run to food4less, white russians did us good and we hotel partied it up. Running around throwing petals everywhere in our room was apparently a stupid idea when the kahlua wore off, and jumping up and down with rics and idelle on the bed was so nostalgic =).

Semi is always so different for me. It's only been a year and how dramatically different my life has become continues to amaze me. It's a good amazement though, for the most part.

Today has been nonstop getting my shit together after a weekend of impropriety. SPACES interview to SDAFF street team meeting to SDAFF screening of Iris Cheng to CAP rice bowl to Fashion Show outfit choosing...nonstop. but busy in the best way possible

and here I rest..nestled in my favorite geisel spot. Completely procrastinating my paper on the Iranian Revolution like i've done time and time before, by blogging pointlessly to you dear blogspot. Oh, life =)