first day of school, again

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randomness

too lazy to write...

-went to muse concert on friday. possibly one of the better concerts ive ever been to. on teh way there, i saw unhealthy clouds and sure enough, it would rain.

-played ultimate at sectionals in the rain this weekend. i turfed two airbounce backhands near my own endzone. note to self: dry the disc before tapping it in. dry it well.

-there is always somebody thats better. dont be a frog in a well. always improve to get better. better yet, be the best, and know you're the best

-hooray for rainy days

-new quarter resolutions (in no particular order):

1) no more placing the white girl on a pedestal

rationale: im gonna try to talk to more white girls and see where that goes. ive always restricted myself to asians only and i dont really kno why.... I'm probably not going to get anywhere with this new goal... I'm in wayyyy over my head. but still, time to meet girls/peoplein general.

2) less drugs

rationale: its been a year of stonerhood and its time to move on (to harder drugs perhaps? NEIN!) it'll be tough for this one seeing that i live with a bunch of stoners...the plan is: study study study, blaze maybe on saturday.

3) study a lot

rationale: its business time. classes are harder. no more fucking around son. perfection and nothing short of it. you only get one chance...dont fuck it up! hahaha

4) become the best ultimate frisbee player i can be

rationale: whether i play for ice or lite, i wanna be baller status and dominate people with a blend of speed, agility, and skill. Accurate throws, less turnovers, strong defense. I also must cut down on drops and bad decisions but at the same time, take chances. Also, i gotta be more involved in offense and make plays, instead of just disappearing... and must play big!

5) find a cure for cancer

rationale: why not?

Joshua Tree National Park

Wednesday 10:23 am. Kyle and I started brewing the idea of going camping. We (Kyle, Andre, Will and myself) decided on going to Joshua Tree which is about 3 hours away from SD. Camping for one night shouldn't take much. Its mostly just one hell of a car ride.

My backpack contained no changes of clothes: simply two forties, a bottle of tequila, a sleeping bag, sweater, jacket, toothbrush, journal, and harry potter 7 (which i did not end up even reading making it dead weight). Oh, and i did also bring some chips, teddygrams and some water.

We rented a tent from Outback Adventures for only 14 bucks and by 5:00, we were on the road. 10 minutes into our journey, we realized that we didn't have a lighter... :(

At about 7, we arrived in Riverside and had a scrumptious fried chicken dinner courtesy of Church's Chicken and some bud. So crispy on the outside, so tender and juicy on the inside. Deliciousness. Church's biscuits are also fukin money. They are a little bigger than bitesize, but still able to fit in your mouth in one monstrous chomp. Just like the chicken, crispy/flaky (with a dash of honey) on the outside, soft on the inside. Nothing satisfies like church's. KFC fukin sucks compared to church's.

We continued our trek to Joshua tree, taking the 60 to the 10 to the 62. The roads in the desert are not very well lit and they seem to go on forever. We entered the park at around 10-11ish i guess and w/o headlights, it was completely dark. Joshua trees looked like Dr. Seuss' trees. Hybrids between cactus and normal trees. A freak plant growing only at a certain altitude.

We found campgrounds at Keys View. It's awesome because we just park our car at a campsite and the just trekked into the wilderness to set up camp. We pounded one of the fortys and hiked about less than a mile with 3 flashlights and found this nice little hill. The climb up this hill was atrocious. Will was carrying a huge jug of water and gatorade and I had a huge jug of Arizona green tea. I think everyone almost fell back at one point.

The mountain top was basically a bunch of rocks and we found a nice flat surface where we set up our tent. After setting up our tent we proceeded to foolishly intoxicate ourselves with some jim bean, tequila, and more warm beer. We justified our alcohol consumption with two deck big two which was just too complicated. It simply took too much thinking so we made our excuses to drink easier by moving onto a more universal game: war. High card drinks. No thinking. Just drinking.

I woke up drunk the next morning at around 6:30 and said, "I feel like I have a hangover" and then realized that I indeed had a hangover. Nevertheless, we four ingested some poisonous toadstools with some tasty jalepeno/habenero chips to mask the mushroom's flavor. The toxin kicked in within minutes as we were all in fetal position in our sleeping bags reeling from the drugs. Essentially, our bodies were telling us this: why did you eat this poison? dont ever do it again. I tried to pass the time listening to some soothing music. After 30 minutes or so, everything became surreal.

I hadn't surveyed the area really because it was fukin dark when we got there, but now the sun was out and my mind wasnt straight anymore. Everything triggered the "whoa" factor in my mind. As i looked off our rock, all around us was joshua trees and desert and some rock formations. It was kinda cloudy but where there were holes in the clouds, the sun radiated through in full glory, giving a moving spotlight on a stage effect. It was pretty awesome because the clouds were moving very fast. Additionally, because of the cloudy skies, the weather fluctuated liek crazy. The sun would poke out for a second and itd be fukin hot, and then disappear in the next moment and itd be cold and windy again. This just added to the trippiness of the trip. (descripitive i kno =D)

It was nice to look at the landscape. It was super relaxing and my only regret was not bringing my camera (which i left at home along wtih the tarp for our tent) to take pictures of the countless kodak moments. We started climbing rocks and throwing frisbee from rock to rock when i suddenly had to poo. I found a nice crevice in the rock formations and did my business. probably the best, most satisfying shit ive ever taken. You truly havent lived, unless youve taken shits out in the wilderness.

Andre threw a pass that was carried by the wind, over to the other side of the mountain and we lost sight of it. We went out on a search party to look for it but never found it. We did however discover a whole rock playground and climbed everything we were capable of climbing. I literally had instances were if i letgo, i woulda plunged 20some feet into some crags. I got numerous cuts and scrapes on my hands and legs. The rocks were like made out of numerous little rocks that were jagged and shit. Some would just flake off. Will had a great time entertaining himself, breaking them off big rocks, and then breaking them into smaller pieces.

blah blah blah

Camping and shrooming are a perfect combination. I hated shrooming whne i was indoors and not moving around. Being outside, you won't get stuck in a loop and get depressed and shit. Rather, you're continuously being impressed by nature in its complete glory. This is what the romantics were on, im sure. I was truly awed by the national park and I'm sure ill be returning.

Shh I'm trying to think here!

This is random, but i was thinking about the idea of the equilibrium between complete uniqueness and commonplace routine. Living life, where everything is unique would be one where all of your reactions are for the first time. Everything is "exciting" as it is the first time dealing with them. You get by from thinking on your feet with a basis of rationality derived completely from experience. If everything were unique, would anything be the same? Could a routine ever be established? Also, is any decision made on the spot in real time ever completely perfect?

In contrast, how about a world where everything is the same, over and over and over again... Is that boring? Perfect? mmm la la land? But then, before anything can become a routine, its always has its "de-virginization" and inauguration. Its one moment of being unique.
Hm, can a world full of routine and repetition be unique in itself? lol its an empty and faulty argument. I'm writing about nonsense.

I guess we sightread life, but we all practice our scales, arpeggios, techniques, and theory to be ready. Ready to audition. Interestingly, I think everything can be seen as an audition... I remember when someone compared life to one big college application.

What are we applying for? auditioning for? What are the ends? What are the means?

Ah, babbling about crap and useless things. Talk about wasting time hm? Maybe its the drugs talking.

I'm so disappointed about the chargers! Rivers' first pass was an interception. Great way to start off a game son. The defense gave up a lot of points, but they did make a stand for a possible comeback in the beginning of the 4th quarter. But another 3 and out, with a loss of 30 yards from sacks basically removed all hope i had left. Patriots are looking sick. A fucking powerhouse with moss, and a tom brady who seems to have eons to throw from a dominating O-line. Another super bowl for these guys, barring any injuries...
The chargers are young on both sides of the ball. In fact, id say that its a shame because LT is in his prime, but th team is probably 2 years from being super super good. Keep in mind that they had a complete coaching staff change and its going to take time to adjust. I dont know about norv turner, but shrug, in AJ smith we trust?

mindless loopholes

I love SD and I love the beach. I can always count on the ocean. The waves will always come, and each wave is always different. The water is getting cooler and a wet suit is necessary now. Even so, there is nothing more serene than sitting on my board, floating to the rhythm of the ocean's melody, and watching the sun set, lowering the curtain for the day as the crashing waves applaud the never ending concert. The colors are amazing. When the sky is clear and cloudless, the red, yellow, orange, blue, purple, and others all blend together into a makeshift rainbow. The sunset creates silhouettes of all the other surfers. It's quite the view. Oh, water water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. Coleridge, you are a genius. What did you smoke?

This reminds me of this passage from a poem i read last month:

Life in action, life in repose, life in
Contemplation, which is hard to tell from daydreaming, on a day
When the sky woolgathers clouds and sets their semblance on a
Glassy ocean. Only its edge goes lisp. On no two days the same.
Is it the ocean's mindlessness that troubles?

I'm not even completely sure as to what these words mean, but I like reading them. Its saying that like sometimes one can feel like life, in action, repose, and contemplation is simply just a daydream that's never the same. Mindlessness. Does mindlessness entail being carefree? or could it be giving up or ignoring worries? Is it from indifference? Life in action, repose, and contemplation: a constant, never ending story.

I had a strange revelation in the toilet stall while i was taking a crap today: the direction of the toilet seat cover. I do not know which way it is supposed to go. Does the flap open to the back or front? I've always had the flap open in the front, but I realized today that it is better when the flap is to the back. That way poop does not rip the paper and stuff and just goes through the paper trap door.

I'm extremely sad about the patriots. As for the video taping, its just disappointing. Much like the situation with my parents, you cant ever know how far back the cheating went.

The cleaner I am, the happier I am.

We watched this movie called "spun" last night, about crack addicts and shit. So many parallels to my own life. I could see myself in such situations already, and in the future. I have to quit lying to myself first. i am already in different loops, spinning around in circles. A line allows progress, a circle does not. How ironic in that its the line that puts you in the circle. The movie however is very well made, and was very powerful. It scared me. When i (used to) get high a lot lot, i would also feel that separation between days were nonexistent. Everything was just one long, continuous day. Work, get high, sleep, wake up, get high, sleep, a cycle resulting in a numbness and depression leading to indifference towards everything.

When he called today to tell her to have a nice flight, she could tell that he was sad. how uncanny of her. He was surprised. She knows him so well its scary. He lied and told her he was fine.

Its been a complete year of blazing now. Its time to stop.
"And the thing is, I can quit whenever I want," he says to her as he sniffs some more magic pixie dust into his nose.

Its mindless isnt it. It makes you mindless towards everything you value and mindful towards obtaining whatever that makes you achieve that mindless state.

hahaha i guess its time i made a choice huh? time to find that loophole.

Anyways, as for this weekend, SC has better make a stand. LSU has been lookin pretty hot and at this point, it seems like a legit #1 team. AND Flynn will only get better as the season goes on. Granted Virginia tech has no reliable offense, their highly touted defense got rolled like crazy. The game was over after the first quarter. SC plays Nebraska, which is ranked very high. It wont be a walk in the park, but the Trojans better play a lot better than they did against Idaho. Perhaps the young running backs were just getting their feet wet and are really looking to mess things up for the huskers.

Meanwhile, across town, that other football team has been looking pretty good. They shouldn't have let BYU catch up last game, and it seems like their offense is on and off. I think its probably because they don't really have a standout dominant wide receiver...

The pac 10 is really making a statement though . Almost every team won last week, except for oregon state i think? but yea, fuk les miles for dissing the west coast schools. If the pac10 and the sec each made an all conference team and played each other, i really think that the pac10 would dominate. we have way more talent and excitement i think.

Pizza is good with canadian bacon, sausage, olives, and...ARTICHOKE HEARTS! youd be surprised.

I'm finally reading harry potter. It's good. There may be nothing that holds my attention span and interest for so long at one point. Oh, my fickle nature.

It's because at this point in our lives, we are extra influenced by everything. Or at least i am? I tend to agree with everything before i question it.
"so and so and so blah blah blah your moms a whore"
"Oh! Me too! Yo tam!"
Why is it though that at this point everything is so influential? And for that matter, I find it hard to find a consistent niche. I'm all over the place with a friend here and there but not really establishing a group other than my stoner clan. Every time you go back to see your friends from back home, its always like meeting someone new. You never know what to expect. Well what can you do right?

So this past weekend I biked from my home in sd, to solana beach trainstation, took the train back to irvine, and the rode my bike from there to my house in irvine. I was very proud of myself. Ridgeline hill was atrocious. ---BUT the ride back was even worse cause i had torrey pines hill to climb and that sucked. The thing is, if you stop while climbing a hill, youre fucked because that initial momentum makes things so much easier.

I've put my tequila crusade temporarily on hold. But i have a new bottle of tequila blanco (the stuff made from 100% agave, which is consequently the stuff that gets you most fucked up) and i will soon continue my far fetched, unreasonable and nearly impossible goal of becoming a successful ambassador of irresponsible tequila consumption.

Thats all for now. Thanks for reading, if there is anyone out there...and on that current thought, if notre dame and michigan play a game this weekend, does anyone care? and if a tree falls on a mime in the forest, does anyone care? Um, that probably made no sense.

First and 10

Wat a weekend...

First off, michigan got blown out, again, at the big house, again. So much for staying an extra season henne, hart, long. I guess...better luck next...game? At least its against notre dame, who isnt that much better or worse.

Secondly, how bout them CHARGERS! WHOOOO! unfortunately tho, my beloved rams lost their game and at the same time, lost orlando pace. lame...

and please, stop complaining and grow up.

The Pull

So I'm guess I'm currently riding my humanities high. All the topics. Enlightenment. Revolution. Romanticism. Those authors were clearly on something fucking crazy.

In honor of those great minds (kant, locke, voltaire are awesome dudes man) I shall here by muster a pitiful attempt at recording the amazing thoughts running around in my head. A beginning to a new end, whatever that end may be. Thankfully, the site has autosave to aid in saving fast fleeting epiphanies and opinions. Oh the dooms of accelerated forgetfulness.

I've decided to write anything (in)credible that comes to mind, whether it be sports, ideas, music, poetry, and et cetera et cetera. I'll try to write something hopefully entertaining for all.

I live a life of "order and instability." I'll get things done when feeling responsible but once I get on the train to crunktown and it decides to depart, I don't know when/where to get off.

"Excuse me sire, which stop is crunktown? The one after downtown or before?"
"Whichever you decide chap. Doesnt matter. You might never find it, or worse you might never leave it if you do."


I guess i'll get there when I do? I'll head...um...maybe perhaps up? Or maybe i'm already there and this is it.

I'm in the state of revolution. I know I'm going to buy many interesting ideas, spending my trust fund of innocence and ignorance dollars. Too many ideas? Never! we float on! Learn a new language. Humor yourself.

This should be exciting. I'm pretty excited. lol.

Reporting live I'm Michael Andrew Yu Coppa. A huge fore-thanks for future reading and (dis)agreeing. You stay cool, weather.