UCLA Tradition

Since this is a little too scandalous to put onto facebook....


Every Wednesday night of finals week, this happens:













Hahaha. It felt like the summer again. Ha.

Yo sup. I have a final tomorrow. hah

What I miss the most right now:

Thanksgivin'

I love San Francisco because random scene-indie-hippie breed of kids stand in front of the BART station preaching Scientology to the beat of this.

Oh, and Evangelistic Christians battling Pimp Chacootwee and Hippie at Westfield brings me to a fit of giggles: Hippie.

"Jesus loves you but hates EFFEMINATE REVILERS!"

"Don't worry, purty lady, I'm just being facetious."
<3<3<3
I remember going to San Francisco's Chinatown in 2000 and thinking it was so dirty and cramped. I came back this time and I loved it! Boba and dim sum everywhere! Yesssss.

UC Berkeley=Indie/Hippie-ville. UCLA=Trendy/Surfer city. That is all.

I had Thanksgiving at this guy's Steven's house. He made the best yams and brown sugar+walnuts dish and TURKEY. The turkey was so moist and delish. Rachel and I cooked corn pudding and green bean casserole. Definitely pulled its weight. Heh.

Steven's totally a hippie in the making. Organic everything, water from the tap outside, compost pile outside, bags and bags of beans, pothead. He probably sells weed too. There's no way he can afford a house without some extra form of income! His family also came from Missouri so we had a nice little 12 person dinner with his sister, Mary-Allen (I don't know why I like this name so much...It's so.....white. LOL.) and brother, Jeff, who was vverrryy attractive....even for me! We played mafia and card games afterwards. It was a good substitue for home.

FIN.