Hey guys,

So obviously i haven't written almost at all since i left California... but I'm here now on Heron Island in the Great Barrier Reef, Australia.  It's pretty amazing, everyday we swim with sea turtles and sharks, and the classes consist of snorkeling. granted, we have some bio and stuff to learn, but it really can't get better than this.

Before that, we've been to sydney, where we watched Twelfth Night and a symphony at the Opera House, and the lamington rainforest, north stradbroke island and then work at University of Queensland in Brisbane. we're headed next to the daintree rainforest and Cairns... then its back to Brisbane for finals... then i can come back home... honestly, i am so homesick.  but i get by with your messages and stuff. ..keep it comin' and so will i. maybe.

ok dudes. so i've been here in branner hall, working as a residence counselor for high school students who are taking classes here at stanford. it's been pretty fun and the kids are a good mix. i think i am heading towards wanting to be staff for my senior year. mostly though, i am getting excited for india and i am waiting expectantly to go. well, i think i'll write something better later but i seriously need to do something with my life. i wake up really late and stay up all night watching movies. on another note, i watched il postino last night with marco, emily and ari, and i thought it was a really good flick.

you asked us to be meaningless. it took me time, but i made it that way.  it was like i was transient to you, and so were my feelings.  YOU pushed me away.  And I made it so.

you don't want to admit.  You're as much a hypocrite- MORE, now for sure, than I am.  The Monday after we get back from Winter Break, while you said you thought we were getting close, before anything bad happened, you and Mark.  You keep looking for fuel against me, to fire your hatred, to make things easier on you, and harder on me, because you know I am trying to mend things.  You want to keep pretending to our friends, that things are ok, but you want me to know otherwise, and only me... so that you can go on to be a  private bastard but a public friend.  "We only have one more quarter" to pretend you said, to get through---- but I think otherwise anyway.  We only have one more quarter to try to heal.  Because if we don't...

Ok... so yesterday was a little dramatic... but nonetheless true. but i don't want this xanga thingy to turn all whiny. 

so i thought i'd talk a little about danville. how it sucks. (this isnt whining - its reality)  mike and i hung out and decided to go to the mall. this one girl i did not know said hey to me, and turned her head.  some high schooler, haha.  which, reminded me of the whole mall scene thing that i was never really into.  i guess it was the goatee (which has got to go soon), the leather jacket, the black shirt with the zipper down the front... and the green pants.  yes, i had to wear green pants, because all my good pants were in the laundry and that was the only non-baggy pair i had to match with the leather jacket. so, even mike, who is hardly the fashionista, laughed.  yeah, i suck.  anyway, i got this cool shirt from guess- i don't wear much white but it's an awesome shirt.  anyway. danville really sucks.  i can't find anything to do. so instead i started planning out the SoFo class I am teaching with natalie. it's called

The Segregation of Cultural Communities in San Francisco

to be honest, i know i can do it, but i'm still a little scared.  mainly because i realized i don't necessarily know too much about the topic but i can certainly learn.  so it actually feels now like an intellectual challenge that i am WILLING to do.

oooh, i updated my frosoco bio. check it.  oh, and now our door (the "quad" of frosoco) now has our new monnikers on it- azn flava (yours truly), big tetas (natalie), cheap & easy (bries) and von sexy (anneli).  sabrina (our ATHM) asked us the other week or so if we all get in on in there and she was completely serious. haha, we have such a bad (or good) rep.   i'm sure people talk. 

in other news.  i realized more details from friday night when i was talking with others.  it's all coming back to me. from being passed out on the bathroom floor.  true, so the whole pretending it was newyears thing on the schadams bridge- of course it was gonna lead to some sketch.  i thought yesterday that that was pretty bad, but you know what, i was drizzanking.  no worries. i can't be blamed.  its hilarious that they had to break into noah's room all SWAT like through his window to "stop" all of us drunks and our friskin'.  whatever, what a crazy night. details? maybe in person.  oh man, though, we have alot to look forward to. "mister a."-wise i mean.  there is snow trip the weekend after we come back.  bries and i want to hold a margarita night- we plan to do it in the room after we move out my futon and put up the blacklight christmas lights, and get our new dancing pole plus stage.  then, more yacht club dumas activities. then there's the whole going up to reno for new years with the crew.  i only wish bries could come, but he's in italy, so whatever. damn, will be fun.

expect more bitching to come throughout break. danville came bite me.