i don't need to remind myself

there's just no need. i'm in love, and there's no stopping.

albeit the constant headache, which i'm blaming on the man scorch, today was good. i came up on a 90 dollar paul frank sweater which is now my new inspiration to lose more weight. it looks good for now, but once i get it so it fits loosely, then watch out james b, you'll be checkin me out rather than, uh, lol nvm.

i was @calpoly (lol) to watch the show with TM, GRV, TMjr, and BMOD. I didn't know that regina santos had moves like that. she fronts like she sucks, but i am always impressed when people prove me wrong. GRV brought it as well. TM could've been better, but their level of intricacy was way off the charts. Most would agree, however, breaking, in their routine would've made them the best for the night.

In a show full of dancing, singers usually take the backseat. this would explain why the audience's "deadness" during randolph, cathy, and andrew garcia's sets. needless to say, andrew would've killed a lot of people in dancing with his mean 1990s he was showcasing after the show. the crowd he drew in the lobby was bigger than the one he had up on stage. jagg and i drew the crowd outside, bodyrolling, singing, and, of course, jerking. kevin "biglips" supplied the beat for the rest of the night.

Far East Movement was the closing act, and although I will not bag on their rapping prowess or the catchiness of their beats, i commend them for having the audience going and yelling for more. they proved to be some chill dudes when i socialized with them afterward.

What made my night was having francesca there, but that can be saved for a later post.

I took her home, and I left for coconut bay, where everyone decided to congregate. finding out that it was almost closing time, i was forced to decide what i wanted to eat. knowing that the food is, at best, substandard, i decided not to eat and kicked it with with lydia paek of boxcuttuhz and quest and robbie of GRV outside. philosophical they are when tetrahydrocarboxide inhibits their neuron synapses. however, for this night, they talked about jerking.

slowly but surely, everyone matriculated outside. slowly but surely, someone had to put on jerking music on. and slowly but surely, everyone had a fun time. good clean sober fun. i love the fact that i am a part of them. a group is more than its components; its interactions is what separates a mass of people from a group of friends.

we then went to denny's where our other half was waiting for us-- the other half that didn't feel like having mediocre thai food so then settled for mediocre food in general. it consisted of cathy, scott, and a bunch of other people whose faces i recognize but names i forgot.

we chilled for 10 minutes, jagg showed me "genuine" muay thai moves that he claimed he learned from 2 months in thailand for a summer camp, and we parted with a quickness. he doesn't front, and the bruises on my seres minor can prove that.

hm.

overall i need days like these to keep me sane. and i only write in this entry with such detail only because i want to remember this day and savor all the positive things that went on through the hours i lived through it. its days like these that make you want a friend to stand by, and today, luckily for me, i had the best friends anyone could ask for.

if only my mind was this clear everyday, but i have to sleep now. i have a psych quiz tomorrow morning at 8.

peace.