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Name: Hazer
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 7/11/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Tennis, Ping-pong, video-games, reading more than Mr. Peters (but with a smaller budget), working on my webpage, listening to music, Photoshop, and of course, friends.
Expertise: Students have specialities? I thought we were supposed to learn.
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
3/4/2003
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http://www.shatterock.com/products/software/qryspree/flash_sig.swf?gamertag=Kal%20Hazer
Need to have Flash Player 7.0 I'm such a Halo nerd, but really, this is the only place I have to put this/try it out.
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| 'sup everyone. It's not that I don't, or do, love you guys, and it's not that I enjoy writing about myself, which I don't, it's that I only really post on Xanga when I'm trying to procrastinate and I've exhausted several other options for procrastination.
I still read all my subscriptions, and even post occasional comments, but a real entry? Now that's reserved for 4 a.m. procrastination periods.
The end of the semester is rapidly approaching, which means that all that scary shit as a soon to be Junior is coming into focus, like planning out the rest of my time here, looking for internships, and starting to think about my MASSIVE SENIOR THESIS. HOLY CRAP SOMEONE HOLD ME WHILE I CURL INTO A FETAL POSITION AND CRY IN A CORNER.
Ok, that's done with.
Renn Fayre, a party so massive and awesome is approaching at the end of this year. How do you know it's good? When it was ranked in the top 10 for best college parties nationwide by Hugh Hefner, at it occurs at a very small liberal arts college of 1300, it's got to be pure gold. Ah, three days of drunken debauchery, lube wrestling, picting (naked people streaking painted blue and hugging people), Glow Opera and fireworks to make all of us- I mean those people- that are drunk and partaking of certain recreational substances to "Ooh" and "Awe", and all other sorts of crazyness. I've told some of you guys some stories about it.
Let's see. My friends and I warred for the beloved and coveted Doyle Owl this past saturday night, and we unfortunately lost. THe Doyle Owl is a 280 pound statue of an Owl that was taken from a residence near Reed about 90 years ago, and has been passed around the students ever since, about every 12-18 months. This could be a fake, since the original owl was rumored to be destroyed, but no one really knows for certain. In any case, on saturday night, blood was spilled, tires were slashed, Vans were temporarily relocated (Stolen so we could take them out of play for the other team), and car chases with the pursed vehicle having a slashed tire occured. One of my friends actually could have been killed because some dumb mother fucker panicked and tried to accelerate into a group of people, but was quickly subdued. Other than that it was fairly controlled crazy-ness and agression, kinda like a rugby game. Speaking of rugby, it was those bastards that ended up winning the Doyle Owl. I was in the thick of it, shoving, pulling, pushing, throwing people to the ground in an effort to support my friends, in a general mass of humanity around the Owl, usually around 30-50 directly around it, with another few hundred scattered around, watching and resting.
I'm still hopelessly addicted to frisbee. It's just that awesome. I played at an awesome co-ed tourney a few weekends back, Onion Fest at Whitman, and between meeting some cool people, making contact with a good group of people from Portland, the MUSIC( never seen a tournament set up huge speakers and blast some fun music at a tournament before), the free beer (good stuff like Black Butte and Fat Tire). and playing some good ultimate was a good way to come back from an injury. Too bad one of our better players was sick and got several of us sick. Not too bad of a price to pay I guess, though it would have been nicer without the 103 degree fever a few days later.
Also addicted to pool. Any of you people want to play, I'd be up for a game, especially if you wanted to set up some kind of regular match. Preferably if you could kick my ass, but I'll take whoever I can get. I plan on cleaning Cole's clock at pool, since he's stopped playing lately.
My major plans for the summer are to sell my soul to Compusa and civil service. Between hopefully interning at some democrat's office in Sacramento, and screwing the customer over (See picture below for more details), I'll have little humanity left.
Having no humanity will be perfect, so I'll feel no remorse as I grind people's skulls into the dirt while playing Halo 2. I'm kinda rusty lately, which means that I'm not longer playing as much as I used to, but I'm still decent (I hope). I'm holding my rank of 16 on Xbox Live team slayer(if you guys have Halo 2, you know what that means. If not, just ignore the nerdiness) just fine, though with my friends, we really clean up. My friend's brother is scary good.
My house is finally done being remodeled, and the outside patios are coming in nicely. We have a brand new 37 inch LCD tv, and a 5.1 Bose sound system in our TV. I'm going to cry with joy, and with sadness as I spend all my time not using it. Ah well, there'll be HALO 2 LAN parties. Or else. Also, the house being done means we will be able to have people over and entertain and whatnot, and actually have a rollicking good time. I can't believe I just typed those words. Must be the sleep deprivation. I haven't become one of those freaky wierd tree-hugging dirty hippies, I swear. Another thing about the house being done is that I will no longer have to sleep in the living room. Thanks be to Zeus, I will poor libations in your honor.
Anyways, there's more shit, but I have to actually finish my work at some point.
Except for one thing. Why the fuck do girls suck so much? And not in the dirty, nasty sense you perverts with you mind stuck in the gutter, but in the "I hate them sense". Hell, guys can suck too, but we're definitely more chill about life. Since I hate girls, and guys can be bastards too, I guess the only real option left is either celebacy or become a hermaphrodite. Decisions, decisions. . . 
Ah well, everything makes more sense with a little herb, a little alcohol, and a few hits from the hooka. Pretty soon nothing makes sense, so you're even all across the board. 
Peace out you guys, and I'll see you at home in a few weeks. I miss you all, especially Tommy's Tenderness ©. I hope to chill with you guys(in the non-denominating guys and girls sense) a lot this summer.
-Hayes
P.S. Believe it or not there was actually a serious discussion between some radical feminazis and me and some friends about whether or not guys could apply to a large group of guys and girls. Needless to say we weren't exactly coherent otherwise we would have just ignored them or shot enough holes in their argument to make Oprah cry.
Ah Reed, I love you so. | | |
| I did this along with a good portion of the frisbee team. It was
done before we went down to Stanford to play in their tournament.
I also just went to the Harvard National Model United Nations
Conference, which lasted four days and was a lot of fun, but I'm
exhausted and jet lagged.
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| Alright it's time for another 3 year round-up or whatever. Basically, I'll try and cover the major details since the last time I posted that, but fail miserably and only post stuff that happened in the last few days.
I went to an ultimate frisbee tournament yesterday in Sacramento, and has an absolute friggin' blast. I met a lot of cool people, learned a lot, and basically decided I'm going to try and blow a couple hundred dollars a year going to tournaments.
Typing that sounds a like a lot, but when you get to camp on a beach in Hawaii for three days and play ultimate, or spend 4 days in Acapulco (sp?) mexico, right on the beach, and again play a lot of ultimate with cool people, it would just be awesome.
The tournament yesterday was a "hat" tournament, so everyone had to wear a silly hat, and keep it on all the time when he/she were playing, and if they didn't have a hat on when they touched the disk, whatever they did was immediately canceled out. Not too many teams actually played that way, or had enough silly hats, but it was fun.
A cool part of the tournament had to be the fact that I caught my first goal ever in a tournament, and that my team (everyone was assigned to different teams based upon skill level) ended up beating Cole's team. The game against the team Cole was on was also the best game of the tournament that my team played. That was too bad, because we also went to the Finals, and ended up losing not too badly after a late game rally that didn't do quite enough.
On the downside of yesterday's tournament, I now look like the poor guy below me:
And that's AFTER applying sunblock 3-4 times, and spending some time in the shade. Ah well, I'm going back up to Oregon soon (  ), which I guess is where I belong, according to the weather.
Yes, I'm leaving this saturday, a week from yesterday. Haven't spent too much time packing, and I also expect to spend a good amount of time thie week working, because I don't have a lot else to do when everyone else is working/leaving. 
One last thing is something that happened over a month ago, and was abso-frickin'lutely hilarious. So I posted that I finally got my license. Well, it turned out that 3 days after I got my license, Cole's license expired, so he couldn't drive. After driving me around for almost 2 years, he couldn't, and I had to. Ah, it was sweet. | | |
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