scrabble, and day 4

blam, brad, sketo, and kat are playing scrabble right now and they would not let me play cause they fear my skills and are having trouble with accepting how inferior they are to me. i have never played scrabble before, so i do not understand where this fear came from but it only makes sense. first gus is physically scared of me, and now they are scared of my scrabble skills.

today we jumped on the hope con/ceremony show at the che cafe thanks to lewd acts and tyler. the che cafe is awesome, and i wish something like that could excist on our side of the country but it wouldn't last more than a month. san diego is nice. today we went to downtown san diego and ran around and annoyed the shit out of a lot of people. craig is a sweetheart. the padres field is nice, and i wanted to sneak in, but also didn't want to get arrested. for anyone interested, there are tons of openings for you to get in and would be very easy to run across the field. i'd like to see bowman do it, but first he would have to be a man and that's going to take a while for that to happen. first he'll have to get over his fear of a 21 year olds. what a wierdo.

kat has been letting us stay at her apartment for the last two days, and has been pretty cool about everything, but has also felt the need to wake everyone up by screaming in our faces. she has a long tounge. there's a picture of it, but it doesn't do it justice. her and rich have a couple things in common, including their love of the bridge9 message board, their lack of knowledge of what really is a black irish, and phone hanky panky.

sketo, "i'll get you with a big word.... MEN!!!" what a stupid asian.

rich miles puked right infront of two elderly people today at whole foods. surprisingly they weren't as disgusted as the rest of us were. he loves to puke. here is rich miles top 5 favorite things to do :
1. talking to nicktape on the phone
2. puking and acting like it didn't happen
3. rolling around on the ground and giggling
4. phone sex
5. pooping wear poop doesn't go

scott sketo has been drunk since we landed in california and it's started to get out of hand. today he was drinking gin and punched a dog. later when craig asked him why, he responded, "the dog was asking for it, he had evil eyes and told me he was god." nothing he has been saying has made any sense. his asian accent makes it very difficult to understand him when he's drunk and slurring his words, so klint has been having a field day with it. sometimes i laugh.

brads racism has gotten totatlly out of hand and craig attempted to shake it out of him today but it only made it worse. we've realized that brad doesn't feel comfortable being in southern california cause, in his words, "it's a lot like connecticut, without the whites." i'm not sure if that makes any sense, but i know what he's getting at. hopefully he doesn't get us into trouble in mexico.

klint is hanging out with a lady friend. her name is melissa and he posted a picture of her earlier. she smells wierd and has a problem with my old diary. i think i saw her peeing on the van earlier when no one was around. today klint decided to try and come up with a new racial slur for every race, and has made it his new goal to get them accepted as inappropriate things to say in public. the things you do with a physics degree.

craig has done no wrong today, and i believe is the only other sane person on this tour. ladies, he's about to tie the knot and get married, so you only have a small time period to take him away from his fiance before it's too late.

my conclusion of the day - everyone is stupid except me.