Last night at Pourhouse, bumped into a thuggish friend who I haven't seen in ages. I once heard he died from a drug overdose. He was drunk and kept on babbling about how he loved me. Later he whisked me away from the crowd for a private convo and asked me if I wanted a gun. It'd set me back only $50 to become a pistol-totin' fiend, so I found out. Hmm.

Off I go to Ocean City for a weekend of sun 'n fun. Have a good one yourself.

My hair was overdue for a little trim. I went to this Sicilian barbershop in my real hometown in MD. It had the atmosphere of a 1950s Brooklyn barbershop. All guys come out looking like marines. I gave this old senile looking barber a specific instruction: I only wanted a trim—don't take too much out, just take away about 1/3-1/2 inch.

The guy stared at the note, his mouth moving slowly, taking about a minute to absorb those 3 sentences. Good rule of the thumb: if your barber can't read without moving his mouth, run. It's like being unable to count without using your fingers.

The first thing he did: chopped a strip off my head with an electronic razor then asked me if that was what I wanted. What was I supposed to say? "Nah, I prefer it a bit longer than that, sir. Glue the hair back on."

The result? Another marine look-alike. It could be worse. A friar cut, for instance :)

On my agenda for the summer, other than some little projects: intern, play basketball as much as I can, and get out of DC for at least 30 days.

Not too sure about getting an internship—my i. advisor is moving along at the speed of a glacier. So I'm not counting out a road trip to Calif. and working at Wilderness Camp in Yosemite. Do some communing with Mother Nature, blah, blah.

Got anything special planned out yourself?

We're having a thunderstorm here. I love it—electricity's literally in the air and whiffs of that invigorating aroma you get at waterfalls.

A lazy afternoon for me. I'm all plopped over on a beanbag with my laptop right now.

A new sport: speed filmmaking.

I sort of did that recently. I had to make a short movie for a class. We were in such a hurry and finished it in only 5-10 min. Not worth viewing if you have dialup. N8, the guy who hit Jesse, is so hyper and animated, he's like a cartoon character. Alas, there's a character based on him in a comic strip for the Buff and Blue.

Last night, I saw a 6-4ish topless woman nonchalently wandering in a store. I can't believe I forgot to regale my friends with that tale later. So now I've seen it all.

Nah, the day I. King Jordan becomes so drunk with power that he staggers around at G-Spot wearing only Spider-man thermal jammies, is when I nod and say I've indeed seen it all.

I'm enjoying the emancipation thus far. Last semester was the most grueling one in recent memory. Unfortunate combo of classes being simultaneously a lot of work and being utterly irrelevant/useless. Classes look much better for this fall. Anthropology's supposed to be interesting and business statistics should prove useful for my future business ventures. The rest's just ok.

What's the stupidest emoticon? ;P gets my vote.

Here's an article on why insurgents are still attacking in Iraq.

Last weekend after a party, saw Flash and Chris C. who are in Big River DC's cast. Flash told me about how I should go and see them. I asked for a free sample. They did some routine with incredible enthusiasm, which is amazing considering how often they have to do it in rehearsals. They must be really having fun. It looked pretty cool so I'll probably finally see what the hype's all about this week. I mean, my friends, like me, hate dance theatre and they loved it.

Here's a screenshot of my dashboard.

The only things that stand between me and a glorious summer: 3 stupid artsy-fartsy papers, including the one below this post.

I'm barricading myself into my room with only water and stale bread until I finish off those suckers. Must tonight must.