what's up, dog? spring break is over tonight but let me summarize it:

FRIDAY 3/14: punk rock, pizza.
SATURDAY 3/15: too tired from punk rock and pizza, i fail to get anything productive done or sleep at all on the bus ride to chicago. i discover that wisconsin is in fact the worst state in america, and reckless records closes as soon as i set foot on milwaukee avenue, but i love chicago immediately and eat a pretty good burrito at earwax, even though they lack any sort of shame there (serving me tostitos!?).
SUNDAY 3/16: eat some food, buy some discharge records, go to chinatown, you know.
MONDAY 3/17: i'm pretty disappointed by the lack of irish revellers and i can't even tell if the river is dyed green or just dirty, but laura and i use the free member pass to the art institute to hang out in the exclusive members lounge. i like it way more than anyone else in the world. there are also a lot of stupid bros with fake leprechaun ears on in the museum. really? really?
TUESDAY 3/18: i blew all my money on records and have no money to buy a milkshake at the chicago diner. BUMMER. bus ride back takes forever. hate wisconsin some more.
WEDNESDAY 3/19: ride my bike (rules!) and find a street i didn't know existed (in my own neighborhood!), kick some fucking ass in catan (duh), eat some pie, you know, do things.
THURSDAY 3/20: kai buys records by mu330, link 80, mustard plug, squirtgun, and the vanilla muffins at cheapo. kai, jeremy, and i play tons of mario kart and also we go to the curling club and meet a hot olympic alternate with a nice butt. oh what?
FRIDAY 3/21: more mario kart. jeremy tells me to taste some pasta and throws it at my face, burning my chin.
SATURDAY 3/22: record shopping. spend the rest of the day in bed reading comics and listening to black sabbath. peter truax kicks my ass in chess and makes me watch 9 minute long youtube clips.
SUNDAY 3/23: SUP TURRRRRRRD??????????

currently bummin' on the snow. i was all ready to go on bike rides instead of watching some top chef chicago at the gym tomorrow, but i ain't doing shit til this bogus shit melts. old man winter ain't gettin' shit except a cracked dome, am i right?

while i am STOKED on the all you can eat nature of cafe mac, a week off from blandness and rotten fruit has weaned me off the potent spice combination of chili oil, soy sauce, and sriracha. i'll be working on toughening up for the next couple days, and spilling nutritional yeast all over the table, and listening to mrr radio podcasts and gchatting at work, and playing terror on wmcn, and so on...

if you're my little sister, kelly f'n kay, red samaniego, or alex lowell, we should probably talk on the phone all the time.