"they're gonna kick you out just for being annoying." -- aurora on suzzi.
14 January 2002 at 12:37 am

i will go to bed tonight with a smile on my face. here is why (bear with me, happy ending):

after work and such i wasted the day doing who the hell knows what and then aly's roommate patty asked me if i could pick aly up from the train station. no problem, i said. at 10, she said. that's cool, i said. amtrak? i asked. yes, she said. for sure, amtrak? i asked. yeah yeah, amtrak, she said. ok, i said.

at 9:45 i take off for amtrak. i get lost. i do a few u-turns. i sing to reel big fish. i arrive at amtrak. i see a few people getting into cars after a train left. i wait. i wait. i wait. my phone rings. it's patty asking me if i'm there. yes, i say. state street, right? i ask. nooooo, goleta! she exclaims. there's a goleta amtrak? i scream. yes! she says. where is it? i ask. she gives me directions. all i hear is "storke and hollister" and "las positas." i figure i can take it from there.

i'm on hollister. i'm driving. there's no las positas. i stop in a mobil. he's never heard of a goleta amtrak. i stop in 7-11. he's never heard of goleta amtrak. my friend calls. i'm lost! i cry. i have directions, she says. it's not las positas. it's patera. i do a few more uturns and find it. i'm there. no one else is.

i sit. i wait. i walk around. i wait. my phone rings. it's aly. ohmygodwetookacab itwascoldthegirldidn'thavearideeither itwasscaryohmygodareyouok here'showyougethomeohmygodi'msosorry! she blurts out. i tell her not to worry, i'm going cruisin, i'll see you later. i cruise.

i stop for cigarettes. i get carded. this makes me happy. i drive. i smoke. i drive. smoker's high keeps things dangerous. i get back on campus, walk into the hall, find the friend in the room, and we get back in the car and go to iv.

we find a parking spot after i almost get in a really bad accident that would have been all my fault. yay brakes! we walk back. the friend checks her mail. i hear a commotion and sense mischief. we see boys in bikes at the top of a fairly big staircase behind the ucen. we see them circling above the staircase. we sit at the tables at the bottom of the staircase to watch.

the guys, about 7 of them, keep riding towards teh top of the stairs and then stopping right at the top. "pussy!" "you go then!" and "we're so fucked up!" are the top three phrases. finally, one guy merges over the top of the stairs and goes down. he makes it. he's excited. he jumps on one of the tables. he's excited. he jumps across to another table. here comes the smile: he slips on midnight dew, flips over, lands on a chair on his stomach, and rolls onto his feet.

but he pulled it off. it must have hurt like hell, but he was still excited.

we applauded. and laughed. a lot.

some other guy went down, too, but it wasn't quite as exciting. no one else was gonna go so the friend and i walk up the stairs and tell the guy we're impressed and walk back to the dorm.

i'm going to bed. i can't do that story justice so i'm giving up. good night.

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.