there's a special kind of sore-throat-ache that you only get after watching your team win a baseball game: raw on the sides and buffeted by waves of stinging garlic-fry breath, compounded by a headache from your own cheering bouncing around the inside of your skull. went to my first giants game of the 2004 season last night. in the seventh inning barry bonds came up. the pitch was a song, the swing a painting, the flight a poem - the man is a maestro, and he's done it 661 times. y'all are philistines, i say.

lucky enough for me, i happen to have chosen a college that is not only home to an extremely decent division i baseball team but also a two hour drive away from a national league city. yes, folks, i will be joining tara and matthew this fall at ut. this means that a full 2% of the plan II class of 2008 will be taspers - austin better watch out. from texas, the professors send their love and their continued reluctance to blog...i think the prescription is more badgering. drs chapelle and randall, we want to hear from you! for real!

music, john: i didn't think anything could be better than my jefferson starship/corey hart mixtape (side one: we built this city, repeated 6 times; side two: sunglasses at night, repeated 8 times), but i found musical nirvana for $7.99 at a truck stop in oklahoma. blondie and pat benatar greatest hits - five tracks of debbie harry back to back with five pat benatar classics. freakin genius.

not really about music, but if you still got the hookups at blockbuster, i have a movie recommendation. quentin tarantino was on american idol tonight, which reminded me of a quote of his - "when i'm getting serious about a girl, i show her rio bravo and she better fucking like it." thinking of instituting the same policy. good stuff.

oxygen bars were hot in san francisco during the dotcom boom. i think they've all been replaced with beauty salon bars now, or something. santa clara is about as far from san francisco as santa rosa is, but in the other direction. come visit me natashia - you should see the city! don't bring your friend, though. i can't stand hippies. aimee, what was wrong with my school?

as you all know, i aspired to be the gossip queen of tasp, and me and my friends are like the reuters bureau of lick-wilmerding high school, and so it's killing me to not know where y'all are going to college. alex b., jared, brian, let's hear it! tell, or i'll...organize a reunion without you. or something.

in conclusion, hook 'em horns!

posted by Kelsey   [9:20 PM]

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