Not a cloud in the sky here in Mountain View. Looks like its gonna be a nice weekend.

Chris had a huge victory last night at the Saint Francis versus Serra basketball game. SFHS lost (51-61), but you couldn't tell from the good vibes that were filling the building during and after the game. Last year, Serra brought a huge cheering section and typical of Saint Francis in recent years, the Lancers had virtually no students at the game. Chris happened to be there doing a radio station broadcast, and was humiliated by the experience. He would not let that happen this year.

The promise of free-dress on Monday if 150 kids came into the Rage Cage cheering section worked better than anyone could have imagined. It was a football game crowd at a basketball game. The Rage Cage was packed, loud and rowdy. The second floor was packed with students too. The whole gym looked more like a mandatory school rally than like a sporting event. But more importantly, they cheered. They ensured that the Lancers had a home-court advantage, when, in past years the others teams cheering sections drowned out the SFHS student section, if there was on at all. The team was able to close a 25 point deficit in the 4th quarter and come within a few points of tying it in the last couple of minutes. The place went absolutely wild. The second floor students even stood up! (...WITHOUT me yelling at them like at the Bellarmine Basketball game) What otherwise could have been a blow out, ended up being a really exciting and fun game for everyone.

When the Serra crowd tried to pull a Bellarmine and started using some...disrespectful...cheers, their deans jumped on their case, kicked one guy out, and had the whole student section exit the gym before the end of the game, leaving the Lancers to celebrate their moral victory. So after the final buzzer rang, and the band began playing the alma mater, the Rage Cage and the team got together and sang it. They then filled the court, hanging out, talking, laughing. There wasn't a disappointed face in the gym. Chris, who had lost his voice by the 4th quarter, was just smiling.

All year, Chris has wanted to show his school that it can be fun to have spirit, go to games, and cheer. It makes high school a more memorable and fun experience. Last night, it seems that his dream was realized. What a nice early 18th bday present for my little brother.

When life gets a little tough and stressfull, its really nice to have a couple of friends who will drop what they're doing, head back to campus after spending the whole day there, come to my studio, bring cheeseysticks, candy, and beer, and just hang out.

So, I'm rethinking my decision regarding the Daily Cal. I'll go tomorrow and take that writing test, turn in my resume, and see what its like for a while. It can't hurt to give it a try.

Candice's party was a lot of fun last night. It even got broken up by the cops, but being part of the "inner-circle" of friends, everyone I knew was able to stay to just hang out and talk with people. I did not get drunk, but I had enough to drink to be relaxed and talkative. And I woke up feeling really good this morning. So, great party ladies of the apartment. Hope the clean up isn't too bad.

And the weather today is really nice. One of those crystal clear days that comes after gloomy weather. Cool and crisp, my favorite type of Bay Area day.

To illustrate, here is the view from our front yard this morning:

So, school's started and so-far-so good. Some of my classes seem like the same-old-stuff I've already learned in other classes, but that'll help out later as long as I can stay awake and pay attention.

They're ALL in Wurster...which is something that would have horrified me as a freshman, but now its kinda nice. Wurster has really grown on me. I only wish I lived closer now, especially with studio. I'm really looking forward to being in studio again, especially since its a City Planning studio taught by a planner that worked for Mountain View for five years!

I decided over winter break that I wanted to get more involved with on-campus activities, so I went to the Daily Cal staff recruitment meeting yesterday. I'd like to write for them, but I've realized that I might not have the time. My schedule runs late into the day, which is bad since that's when they edit and put the paper together. And a the whole environment of people who spend a lot of time together seems to dominate that office. It's the same environment that pushed me out of yearbook at Saint Francis because I couldn't devote myself so fully to one activiety. Not to diss the whole "spend way too much time together" environment, its just that I'll get (and have gotten) enough of that with studio.

So..I guess scratch that idea...and on to idea # 2, staring an undergraduate Urban Studies/City Planning student group at Cal! Hehe...we'll see how that goes. I just do not want to leave Cal feeling that I didn't try to get involved here. And time is running short.

Good luck with the new semester everyone. I know a few of you are having a tough time right now. Just remember to take it easy, have fun. Chill out. It's way cliche...but you're in one of, if not the, greatest public universities in the world.... Schwarzenegger be damned. I know sometimes it may feel otherwise....but you are lucky to be here. Try not to forget that.

Heading down to SoCal this afternoon with Matt and Kim to visit Jen at UCSD.

SoCal twice in one winter break? I dunno if I can handle that much SoCal. I'm sure I'll be sitting in a few hours of traffic once we hit LA. But San Diego is nice, so I'm looking forward to going there.

Didn't mention it here yet, but the day after Christmas my family spontaneously decided to follow my cousin's family down to Disneyland. An excellent trip, it was really fun to take my cousin's kids (ages 4 and 7) to the park for their first visit there.

But Disneyland was insanely crowded. I've been there on some of the busiest days of summer, and I do not remember it ever being this bad. But then again, when I went during summer the park had a lot more rides that were "people eaters," they kept the walkways a little more..walkable. In addition, both Big Thunder and Space Mountain were closed...thanks to budget cuts which have reduced daily maintenance, forcing their closure over long periods of time and resulting in at least one deadly accident last year. I don't know if you've noticed, but the quality and quantity of new attractions there has dropped drastically over recent years. The current company leadership's insane penny pinching is chipping away at the famous quality of Disney product.

If you know me well, you know I've long been fascinated by Disney themeparks and that at one time my dream-job was to be an "Imagineer," one of the guys that designs them. I know some of you find that despicable (ahem..Lauren and Leo) but I know more of you have spent quite a few happy days at Disneyland or at a Disney movie...and know where I'm coming from.

So in light of this, I encourage you to poke around the following site:

www.savedisney.com

It's by Roy E. Disney, Walt's nephew. He was the head of animation until a few months ago, when he resigned in protest of CEO Michael Eisner's destruction of Disney quality, and he's now working to have Eisner be fired or resign. They'll send you a FREE bumper sticker if you add yourself to their mailing list. And who can pass up a free bumper sticker? Not I.

All right...I need to get some stuff done before I leave town. For those of you who are my Cal buddies, have a nice last weekend of freedom, and cya soon.

Elephant Seals...

aren't they just the most handsome critters you've ever seen?

My day trips with Leo and Lauren, the three of us have realized, have established a pattern. They involve going out to the wilderness on the outskirts of the Bay Area, looking at some strange animal (last time it was Elk at Pt. Reyes), and then topping the day off with a trip to burger king, where we all order chicken tenders.

Yesterday we made the 1.5 hour drive to Ano Nuevo Point to see the Elephant Seals during mating season. (no...we did not see any actual mating...we did see some chasing and fighting) Took a guided 2.5 hour hike around the reserve. Quite a fun experience. I had not been there since I was 10. Those elephant seals can move pretty fast. And they are HUGE! I thought my childhood memory had exaggerated their size, but those things are ginormous 5000 pound beasts. But most of the time they're just flopped down in a dune like the one I took a photo of.

The drive to and from Ano Nuevo was a constant battle to see if my geographic skills were better than the Global Navigation System on Leo's SUV. I win! The GPS had him going around in circles at the Stanfurd Shopping Center on the way to his OWN HOUSE....I was utterly horrified that Leo did not just follow his own sense of direction while in his own city and instead had to rely on a computer. Pity the geographically challenged, for they shall get lost on the Earth.

Lauren and I also got to see Leo's house in Palo Alto for the first time. Whereas our drawings and projects from past studios are stuffed behind a bed, crammed in a shelf, decaying in the yard, or hidden in a closet...Leo's work is proudly displayed by his parents throughout the entire house. Of course, the modern art-galleryesque feel to the Eichler lends itself to such displays. His house was uber-cool, as was his family. Lauren and I are jealous Leo. You hear that? Jealous. Haha...wait...you live in Palo Alto...I take that back.

Well, tonight was the Saint Francis versus Bellarmine basketball game, at Saint Francis.

Once again, Chris has taken on the daunting task of dismantling the apathy that has taken over much of the student body when it comes to pride and spirit.

For Football, he and his yell leaders (modeled after Cal's) were pretty successfully in bringing people into the stands and getting them to cheer again. It helped that this year's team was really good and went all the way to the CCS Final.

Not so with the basketball team. The school has seen more promising teams..and basketball has never been as big of a deal as football. So it was no surprise that Bellarmine beat Saint Francis, on the court and in the stands. Chris succeeded in getting students to the game. The gym was packed to capacity (my dad couldn't get back in at one point). It's an old-fashioned gym, two stories. I sat on the second floor next to the student section with my parents, and Matt and Kim. For me, Matt, and Kim, the last time we had been up there together was probably or sophomore year at a rally. It was kinda cool.

But about 1/4 of the gym (one side of the second floor) was taken up by the very loud, very rude, and very obnoxious Bellarmine cheering section. Being an all guy school, its a lot easier to pump up the volume and get loud. They've been doing this for a long time. (although they were surprisingly quiet at the last football game where SFHS whooped them....hmm maybe this was their way of venting frustration over that loss) With six yell leaders, six megaphones, and at least 200 students all standing up, they filled the gym with noise from the start.

Chris on the other hand, was one of four yell leaders, with one megaphone (none during the first half), and a student section that refused to stand for the entire first half. Bellarmine was showing us up, cheering "We Can't Hear You" and "Why Are you Sitting." Taunting the players and the crowd, and using the oh so creative "Buck the Lancers" cheer. All this, after they held a conference for all schools in the league about sportsmanship in cheering, saying not to do these types of cheers. (keep in mind these are Catholic schools...most of the stuff would totally fly at Cal..hehe) The administration at SFHS held Chris to this code of conduct, but with Bellarmine it was a case of "Do as I say, not as I do."

The best word to describe Chris' face during the first half is complete disgust and exasperation. On one hand you have Bellarmine, with its dean right there allowing the students to break the cheering rules it made. On the other hand you have our stands, sitting pretty and just watching Bellarmine's student section give their team home court advantage.

If there's one thing Chris and I both HATE, it's apathy. If you're gonna take the time to come to a game, you might as well root for your team. The student section was filled with 'popular' SFHS kids, too self-conscience to stand up, and yelling at those that did to sit down. Every time Chris tried to get them to stand or make noise, they sat and stayed quiet. He was ready to give up by half-time.

I wouldn't have it. I figured, what have I got to lose? I am no longer confined by the social cliques that dominate the school, I don't give a rats ass what these kids think of me. And I did something I lost the confidence to do after my frosh year as a Lancer; I stood out.

When Chris and the Activities Director tried to get the students to stand up after half time ended, and when a few of them did but the rest kept sitting, laughing nervously....I stood up and started yelling at them to do the same. I yelled and yelled and yelled. I jumped up and down and yelled. I yelled at kids that, if I were still at that school, I'm sure I would have been way too intimidated to even speak to. I even offered the girl in front of me a dollar to stand up. (She did, but I kept the dollar) I made a fool of myself. And I didn't care! It felt really, really good.

And guess what? After looking at me like I was crazy....they stood up. They started listening to Chris and cheering louder. Even when it became clear we weren't going to win in the last 2 or 3 minutes, they stated chanting "We've got girls" and "Football" (we beat them this year). And when someone on the Bell side yelled "You Lost CCS," I yelled back "And You didn't Come Close!" loud enough so they could hear it across the gym.

So yes, Saint Francis lost, and yes the Belle Boys were louder than us, but I helped give Chris at least a minor victory. He got some of his school to let their guard down for once, forget about lookin cool and disinvolved like a Calvin Klein model...and at least gave Bellarmine something to hear as they cheered "This is OUR House" in our own gym.

Some of those cocky Bellarmine guys stirred up some hostile emotions after the game by jumping on some cars, drawing penises on others, and taunting students. And suddenly it seems a lot of Saint Francis students are planning on showing up at the next game, this time at the Bell's gym at the end of the month in hopes of giving them a piece of their own medicine. But unlike the Bells tonight, Chris wants to keep it classy. If one things clear, the decades old rivalry between those two schools has been renewed once again tonight

Looking back, I can't help but feel a little bad for not getting more involved at Saint Francis. But my mind and focus was elsewhere, doing the things outside of school that eventually got me into Cal. Tonight in a way, I got another chance to have an impact at that school by helping out my brother in his quest. It takes guts to do what he's doing, and I have much pride and respect for him. Hopefully tonight was one step in the right direction.

New Years Eve. Some years it's a blast. But this year, all I can think is "eh." Hopefully dinner will be nice with my family.

I remember when I was a kid, New Years was as simple as spending a night with my cousins while our parents went out. We'd bang some pots and pans around the neighborhood at midnight, watch fireworks on TV, and be excited over staying up so late. Some years it was at my great-grandma's house in Santa Clara, other years it was at a hotel.

For a couple years it was a big dinner at a Benihana style restaurant and a movie with various members of my extended family. During high school years it was a big family party at my Aunt Rosemary's and Cousin Lisa's that we could invite our friends too. Those years were some of the best New Years I remember.

For 2000 and 2002 it was parties at my house with some of my family and my high school friends and big count-down celebrations in Downtown Mountain View. For 2003, it was a family trip to Monterey, a laid back evening enjoying all the "First Night" festivities they had going on.

This year, all my high school friends are doing their own thing. Various members of my extended family are too. It's been a rough year for many of their families. It doesn't seem quite as easy to get together as it used to, at least for this year.

Even my brother might split and go hang out with his friends. So what it comes down to is I might be counting down to midnight with my folks and maybe and aunt or uncle or two. I can't complain too much, at least I'm not completely alone.

But anyways....here's to 2004!

Community Development in Europe

Summer Abroad program through UC Davis. Anyone else interested?

All things considered, Christmas went well.

Feliz Navidad.

All right. Random history update.

My family has lived in Santa Clara County since 1917. At least the Portuguese half of it. I always say we've been here since the 1930s. But that's just my mom's side. My great-great grandparents left the island of Madeira off the coast of Africa for Hawaii in 1909. They lived in Kahuku, Oahu for eight years, then took a ship named the Wilhemina to San Franciso which arrived on March 17, 1917. They settled in Santa Clara and lived in a house that stayed in the family until I was a kid. Spent quite a few lazy summer days at that house. Lot's of good childhood memories. If I ever win the lottery, I'm buying that house back.

That's all for now.

The Result of Studying for my Southern Border class too much....Southern Border dreams:

For some reason, the Big Game was in Mexico. At least I think it was Mexico, but my subconscious was getting all the Latin American countries I've been studying mixed up in my head.

Anyways, the Big Game was in Mexico out near the coast but also near the desert. It was indoors for some reason too. Anyways, we were all really scared about going because Mexico was having a revolution and angry mobs of Mexicans were coming and hunting down any Americans that were in the country. So we all had to be REALLY quiet inside the stadium....no cheering at all. But being Berkeley, people didn't follow the rules and starting cheering against Stanfurd. And then all the sudden huge mobs of Mexicans and their military storm into the gym throwing tear gas. Everyone runs for their lives, I make out of a revolving door.

Then I embark on a journey through the desert, trying to make my way home to the US border. I'm tired and thirsty, I pass skeletons of others that have tried to make the same journey. Things seem impossible but I make it! I'm at the border. It's a lush forest, and wouldn't you know...the White House is right there. I don't know why. It just was. I safely make it across the border and everything is fine.

So....let's dissect the meaning of various things in this dream:

Big Game: Don't quite know, but that bonfire rally poster is still on my door. Maybe I'm thinking about Chris and his Spirit-building drive at Saint Francis.

Indoor Stadium: The bowl game Cal is playing will be in BankOne Ball Park, indoors, which I found strange so it must have come up again in my dream.

Angry Mobs of Mexicans: All right, this has nothing to do with any issues I have over my ethnic identity. Rather, I've been studying bloody revolutions in Mexico, Guatemala, Haiti, and Cuba for my Southern Border Class. In Cuba, one of the countries I was reviewing after going to bed, and Guatemala, people were trying to end US domination. Hence the mob attacking us at the Big Game in Mexico.

Revolving Door: One of the terms I've been studying is the US's "revolving door" border with Mexico. People make it across, get captured by the INS, get sent back, and do it all over again.

Journey through the Desert: The militarization of the border pushed Mexican immigrants into remote deserts near Arizona.

Bones in the Desert: As a result of being pushed to the desert, many die during the journey.

White House at the Border: No clue. Really. Could be a lot of things.

So there you have it! My dream was a review session for my final today! Thank you subconscious, thank you.

Back in Berkeley.

Time to study. I'll start tomorrow. (I've been saying that since Sunday) Oh well. Let's not think about that, ya? Let's think about all the fun stuff I did this over-extended weekend. Ya!

On Friday, I hung out with Matt and Kim! I can't believe I haven't seen Kim all semester. We went to Peggy Sues and walked around Christmas in the Park....happy that it was a crisp night and it wasn't raining on us like the weather channel said it would. Then we came back to my house and played a game of "let's see how many faces we can identify w/o looking at their names from our senior class yearbook!" We all did pretty bad....but I think I did the best. Hehe.

Saturday....I saw Saint Francis loose it's CCS Championship game to some school from Salinas. 17 to 13, the other team scored in the last 2 minutes. It was pouring rain, but the stands were full on both sides at San Jose City College. Chris and his Yell Leaders did a good job getting the crowd into the game considering the weather. But the band....the band left at half-time. No, they didn't just put away their instruments to avoid any water damage, they got up and left the game on a bus for no good reason. Typical Saint Francis apathy rears its ugly head. The Cal Band would NEVER do something like that. I wonder how the band would feel if the football team left their Winter Concert half way through.

Sunday...I started putting Christmas Lights on my grandparents' house. I also saw Elf with my parents and grandma. A Christmas Classic! Go see it. Also...I think on Sunday I went on a drive with Chris. We checked out the new McCafe at Mountain View's McDonald's (McDonald's is trying to be all hip and Starbucksy...and it looks like they've succeeded in MV) and took a drive to Shoreline.

Monday. Walked to the Little Store around the corner with grandpa for some Tamales and Pan Dulce. That was really nice, especially since he treated me. Can't wait until I have some of our family's homemade tamales in a couple weeks. At night I was on my way to Berkeley with my parents, Hayward to be exact, when I called Erik and realized the review session I was driving back to Berkeley for was on Tuesday. After some debate, we turned around and headed back home, but had a great dinner at the Spaghetti Factory in Downtown San Jose. I also finished putting the lights up that night.

Today I had lunch with my dad at the new sandwich place in Downtown MV. I then went to City Hall to drop off a letter and report on preservation in SF I did for one of my classes to the City Council in Planning Dept. I got to review a plan for a historic building and catch up with some of my old co-workers. It was really nice to see them. Then I went across the street to Kaiser Hospital where my Auntie RoseMary, Marisa, Lisa, Angelica, and David were for a check up. Since it was pouring and I didn't have a car, my Auntie Rosemary offered to drive me home. I got to talk with her, and she read my Mixed-Race paper which I had interviewed all of them for last week.

Now I'm back in Berkeley. Watched some weird-ass movie with Ryan, Erik, and Lauren instead of studying. Put up some of my mom's old Christmas decorations here and just wrote possibly the most boring blog entry you've ever read on this page. Sorry. I'll do a witty and short post next time. Promise. Maybe.

Woah! Portuguese-Azorian pride in the main stream media? Awesome.

I have a new found respect for Nelly Furtado and her new single, with people in Azorean costumes dancing in the video. Haha. Sweet.

Paint my face in your magazines
Make it look whiter than it seems
Paint me over with your dreams
Shove away my ethnicity
Burn every notion that I may have a flame inside to fight
And say just what is on my mind
Without offending your might

Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless what are you gonna do
So say what you want

You tell em Nelly.

She had a crush on Him since She was a little girl. He didn't know who She was. In their small mining town, Santa Rita, New Mexico, her family was considered poor, his more well-off. In reality, both families were poor compared to people living on the Anglo side of the segregated town.

He went to California with his family, to work in the fields after His father was kicked out of the mines by Anglo management for trying to organize a Mexican mineworkers union. She stayed in the town with Her family, went to high school, and blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

He enlisted to fight in World War II, was almost engaged to another woman before leaving, but was sent a 'Dear John' letter while he was in the Pacific.

Meanwhile, She waited for Him, tried to catch a glimpse of Him whenever He came back to New Mexico. She became determined to eventually catch His eye.

His mom's prayers to the Virgen de Guadalupe were answered, when He came back safe from the War. His family made a pilgrimage to Mexico City, as His mother had promised the Virgen before He shipped out. But on the way they stopped in Santa Rita.

She found out He was in town. She was fresh out of high school, one of the prettiest girls in town now, chosen as its Queen. She put on Her makeup and Her best dress, and decided to walk by where He and His brother were hanging out, under the pretense of visiting a family friend.

And finally, She caught His eye as He saw Her walk by. His brother said "WHO is that?!" Saying She would be his. He said "No Way, She's going to be mine."

And with that, He began to court Her. He made the pilgrimage to Mexico City with his family. He went back to California. She stayed in New Mexico. They started writing to each other.

In 1948, He went back to New Mexico, proposed to Her, and married Her in a whirlwind trip. He brought Her back to California, to Mountain View, where they started a family.

55 years later, my grandparents are still together. Their relationship is far from perfect and things have been rough at times. But their love for each other has not grown old.

I heard a lot of things today, good and bad. But that's one story I don't want to forget.

Oh....it looked bad for a while. Yes it did. That first half had me "looking like I was gonna throw up" according to Kat. Awful flashbacks to freshman year when the Cal football team was under Coach Holmoe, and it sucked. A lot.

But after halftime, the Bears came back from a 0-10 and showed the packed Cal section and the embarrassingly unpacked Stanfurd home-crowd who really deserved to have the Axe this year. Final score, 28-16.

2 Years in a Row! A win at Stanfurd Stadium! Bowl Eligibility! This hasn't happened for our school since the early 1990s. Last year was NOT a fluke. Who knows, maybe this is the start of a new era of greatness for Cal football. As long as we can keep Coach Tedford here.

And speaking of coaches, dinner was a lot of fun. Eric, Erik, Wycee, Kat and I met up with my high school friend Sarah (born a Stanfurd fan) and her friend Ross at Kapp's Pizza Bar and Grill in downtown MV, and were soon joined by Kay, Candice, and Dan who drove all the way down from Berkeley just to spend dinner with us, in honor of my 21st...thanks guys.

Since high school, Kapp's has been my favorite restaurant in downtown, for a lot of reasons. But ever since I started going to Cal, and realized that it was owned by Joe Kapp, a former Cal Quarterback who took the team to the Rose Bowl, and who came back and coached the Bears, with a claim to fame as the coach that orchestrated the greatest moment in college football history, The Play in 1982....the restaurant took on a whole new meaning. (Oh, he also was the QB for the Minnesota Vikings in the 1970s)

I met Coach Kapp with Eric when we were freshman. A waitress saw we were wearing Cal stuff and took us down to meet him. He told us to go steal the axe from Stanfurd after having lost the Big Game. (This year, there was no need to steal anything.) Tonight, the place was filled with celebrating Cal fans. Before it got busy, Coach Kapp came to our table, and I invited him to sit down and talk for a while. He talked about what he thinks of Howard Cosell, Sarah's Stanfurd sweater, and of course, the game. What a better way to celebrate our team's victory, then to sit with one of Cal's greatest living legends? Awesome! The table next to us sang a really good version of the Cal Drinking Song with him, never heard that song before. Good times!

It's hard to believe next year will be my last Big Game as a student. At least, that's how its supposed to work out. It'll be at Memorial Stadium, home. 3 in a row? Can we do it? I think so.

But now the focus is on a bowl. And if the timings right, I hope to be there.

The Bonfire Rally was awesome, the best one I've been to.

I'm so psyched about tomorrow! Go Bears!

Well, I'm back. For a little while. I need to start writing papers, or my Thanksgiving Break is going to be hellish.

I don't remember being this busy since I had studio. Every weekday I'm trying to do work or thinking about doing work. If you haven't heard me complain about it yet, I have three term papers to worry about, and until today I had a midterm too. Midterm is done, the papers are left.

The research is done for two of them. The research hasn't started for one. I need to start writing but I'm kinda burnt out. Things have been crazy, especially with my Historic Preservation group back home. We had a big city meeting yesterday that I couldn't go to, but was working like crazy to prepare for between Sunday and Wednesday. An opposition group has formed that has complicated things a bit. Things worked out from our POV, but it's just one step in a process that will last all year. (yay...) But it's okay, Mountain View is worth it.

And of course, I turned 21 two weekends ago. I spent that weekend, Veterans Day weekend, with my parents in Reno (cool), with a side trip to Virginia City (way cool). Sorry, didn't win any money, and sorry, didn't get very drunk.

But....I did get VERY drunk last Saturday. Yes, I, Nick, got sloshed. My parents and older cousins had been planning my birthday for weeks. I thought it was just a normal family party for my grandma and I in honor of our birthdays. So, I had no problem fulfilling the requests to take shots with my cousins, or uncles. I thought I'd be in bed by midnight.

But then the surprise limo pulled up at 9. And it was time to REALLY go out. And boy, what a night out. Basically almost all the 20-somethings (family and friends) at the party made sure I had a great time. Thanks guys. And thanks to my brother for video-taping me when I got back. Oh, and thanks to my parents for showing that video to my grandparents. Ah well...it's all good!

Oh, Friday before my birthday, my high school, Saint Francis, beat those damn Bell Boys, our big rival in football.

And I'm hoping that Berkeley will pull off a similar defeat against the Furds on Saturday. I should be writing my papers, but all I can think about is the Big Game. I'm really looking forward to it. If anything, it'll be a nice stress reliever for me, especially if we win, and win big. It realy is a big game this year, the first time Cal would win 2 in a row since the early 90s, and we would become bowl eligible, which could equal a group road trip if the timing is good. Lauren and Leo expected my hair to be dyed blue this week. I'm not that bad guys. Almost, but not that bad.

But the Campanile sure is purty when its lit blue with Cal logos on it. A nice new touch.

So, Fiat Lux, Stanfurd Sux, Go Bears!

Maybe it's just that time of the year, but this house creeps me out. This neighborhood creeps me out. It's so cold in here. Maybe if the heater was on I'd be less wound up.

But for the second time, I've heard screams coming from the area behind our backyard. Loud screams...full of anguish. Not playful, short, high-pitched screams...blood curdeling. Tonight they sounded like a man. The windows are all closed so they were faint, but I heard them once and thought it was the TV in the other room. Heard them again and I knew it wasn't.

First time I heard them I looked towards the window and saw a huge spider on the floor. That's another thing. The spiders. Why so many spiders? I hate spiders. Killed that mofo. Maybe the scream was an omen for me to kill the ugly spider.

Anyways, it wasn't the first time we heard screams from that area back behind the house. The first time they sounded like a woman, and we all heard them. Tonight is was just me. But that time they were loud, and went on for a while, and we almost called the police. But didn't. ::shudder::

To make matters worse, behind our backyard is a city-owned pumping station/open space area. Behind that is this abandoned two story pink house. Looks like no one has lived in there for years. It's falling apart, the windows are broken. Anyone could break in there pretty easily I guess. I wonder why it's empty? It's right on Euclid Avenue...one of the busiest streets in the neighborhood, across from the park. Prime real estate. Why is it just sitting there like that. Ack.

Leo suggested the screams might be from in there....that maybe it's a crack house. For some reason that's a lot more comforting then my thoughts of restless spirits that could be roaming just outside our backyard.

It's nights like these that I miss the comfort of La Loma.