14 across



cereal-eating tiger. ha.

pulled my second all-nighter of the week. wrote a paper on good parenting. i went to campus just to turn it in. on the way back i got a free tshirt.



i wasn't really listening to the guy's explanation of what that is exactly, given that the last 20 hours i've been in a dreamlike stupor. i think it's for some internet television site.

then some bruin news kids asked me n mike if we wanted to be interviewed on social security. um, no. they were desparate and said, 'we'll even tell you what to say.' now that's good journalism. they wanted to get 3 students to interview, but everyone they asked were oblivious to the issues, that is, until the arrival of my old roommate, david barboza. they ended up interviewing him and as usual he was profound and insightful and they couldn't handle him. d is my roommate from last year--one of the most interesting guys you'll ever meet. when i try to describe david to other people, i tell them this story.

"dave once had a 14 by 14 from in n out. and he also liked to eat at this brazilian barbeque place in the lbc that served meals that featured seven different types of meat. now he's a vegetarian. he can play bach cello suites like nobody's business."

i've been wanting to vomit for the past 3 or so hours.

but i can't, you see, because the water pipe that provides ucla with water just busted. i actually could spit my insides out into the toilet if i wanted to, i just couldn't flush it for a while. gross. i'm already on duty tonight, but i hope they don't do one of those 'ALL RAS ON DUTY' emergency deals. cause then i'll actually have to be alert and functional.

THIS JUST IN--word on the street says that portapotties are on the way.

i don't know what death feels like, but i'm pretty sure it's close to what i'm feeling right now.