Aug. 16th, 2004 @ 09:43 am recapitated |
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Current Mood: *yawn* Current Music: none
friday... vampire: through creative use of dominate, architecture, and general badness, adarael managed to ritually kill nearly every mentally-handicapped person in santa barbara. he is one evil bastard. afterwards, he narrowly escaped a garou attack and an angry air elemental. his ritual to summon a destructive spirit failed, but he did score plenty of points on his quest to do horrible things to the world. when that guy goes, it's gonna be messy as fuck. i think the highlight of the event (other than the retarded ghost that now haunts my character) was the look on worshipthesnake's face when i told him that i wanted my character to murder a bunch of people in an effort to summon a dark spirit, and he asked:
"so you've got spirit thaum, or astral sight, or something? right?"
my reply: "nope. he's just killing a bunch of people and hoping that the spirit shows up. he has no idea what he's going to do once it arrives."
unfortunately for him, the spirit got bumped-off a few weeks ago. oh well. win some, lose some.
radio show: things went well. nobody called to rave about how awesome i was, but nobody called and told me to get off the air either. judging by the amount of appreciation that most college radio listeners show on a regular basis, the fact that there were no insulting phone calls is a good sign. i think i'm going to be cohosting again in a couple of weeks. over the course of the show we played six of my songs, talked about how difficult it is to get into the SB music scene when you're doing something different, made up a bunch of ridiculous bullshit, and even discussed sperm and puss. all-in-all it was a productive night.
saturday... got the oil changed on the van. it was a huge pain in the ass, but it's done.
monkmunk's bachelor party was a total success, thanks to cyberpsycho. there was ample food and drink, and much chaos unleashed upon the general population. it was good. there was also further proof that no matter where i go between santa barbara and san luis obispo... if there is a stripper, i know them (or of them). when the bachelor and bachelorette party merged, and the stripper arrived it turned out to be the dancer who taught my friend "V" the ropes of being an "exotic entertainer." small world.
the party was good times. i consumed much liquor, but didn't do anything stupid. i was even able to sober up enough to drive home by the end of the night.
sunday... total exhaustion. that is all.
today... still totally burnt. i'm on call tonight. blech.
hey... sugarfuel... good luck on your first day as a student! meep! |