Finals week

So I down one final and have two more to go.
This should not be that hard.
LETS DO THIS SHIT

What a week

So. So. So.
R.I.P.--William (Bill) Marcus Foster
Passed in his Piano Year.
The strongest man I've known and definitely one of the smartest.
If only he had a proper Education.
I loved his stories and his gritty smile.
Last Thursday I wish I had asked him if he needed anything done in the yard.
and I wish I was around him in his final moments.

I wish I could of heard one last story.

damn

i was aiming to be finished with this paper by 1 but it doesn't seem like i'll make it.
and it is all because of some douche bag messing with my buddy.
I had to go out and confront some cack boy who was messing with laura.

and now i'm at least an hour or two behind.

and i am still procrastinating. LAME

the beginning of ....

I'm going to write down all of Richard's situations that he presents us with...
today he said

"So...Say the time police come to you and tell you that you are going to sleep with the hottest chick in a week, not only that, but two other chicks will join in, but the catch is that the girl...well you simultaneously cum in each of them, but the catch is this... one of the girls will give birth to a man that becomes worse than hitler... Would you do it?"

no richard we wouldn't want to be the father of the man worse than hitler...

then alec noted...
"Well wouldn't the time police arrest you to prevent the birth?"
richard responded...
"FUCK you're right. That voided the situation"

see it everywhere

The santa barbara premiere of...

CHRISTMAS ON MARS.
After seven years of production the film has finally been released this past summer, and now its showing in the I.V. Theatre. CHECK IT OUT>>>
COME VISIT AND SEE IT FOR FREE>>>
AFTERWORDS WE'LL HIT UP THE BIKO GARAGE>>>

Therefore i am

I want to audition and be a part of the b.f.a here at sb. Every time I go back to the theatre i leave wanting to be on the stage performing in each show.

i miss the stage.

I only said

i couldn't sleep at night.

it was bound to happen

I am bored.

Each day seems be less interesting than the prior.
I feel like I am in a pack of animals,
always part of the herd.

I think I need to branch out still.
Get involved.

I'm in my suite too much.
today will be different.

hope

I'm proud to have voted in such an important election.
Barack Obama. Change. Hope. Destiny.
he'll answer.
A perfect leader for the new era.

till next year

goodbye halloween


till next year



rock off

*chug it straight...

*...the way to fix the night's worsts.


water that is...



halloween night 2...night 3 for natives


awesome....
best talk ever w/ richard.

ye ol' roomie

halloween begins...

with this picture...

Biko tonight

Just got back from another s-o-l-i-d show at the biko house.

This weekend was kind of...
well I guess i pulled some bad moves.

(from what i heard i feel like i was acting like a dumb ass all night)
so be it. I still had a good time.
The picture is from the weekend. I decided to talk on the mic while the next band was setting up. Apparently i talked for too long. Awesome.


Here's to the Gentleman's club.

gah

I have a thousand words left to write on this paper and suddenly I get the strange feeling in my perception of things. It is like the situation in being john malkovich, but with me. Being Garrett Ward, i wonder if the person is having a good time reading my most interesting paper on truth not being absolute.

yo yo yo

Well it has been a while, has it not? I don't really even know what to talk about. Of course there have been the shows. I've been been diving into the kcsb radio library, so i'm head deep into music. I wouldn't want it any other way. Flavin and jared made their way up to visit this weekend, but i don't think showed them a good time. Nothing was going on friday night.
Last night was awesome. We attended the democrat party, which was surprisingly awesome. Definitely one of the best parties i've been to. Half of the reason is because of who i met.
Other than that i've just been reading and writing. reading and writing. reading and writing.

Stories.

Forrest is reading watchmen, so i'll have someone to talk to when he is done. Such a great story.

I miss...
my cat.
the cooking.
matty
hangtime.

a picture of my brothers.
maybe i'll come home next week.

Tune in

I'm now a dj for UCSB's am radio station, KJUC. This quarter AM, next quarter FM? Hopefully.

My show is on tuesdays from 12:30 to 2:00 pm. You can't really hear it, but i'm going to try to make webcasts for my blog so you can give it a whirl.

October 4th

quite an interesting night.
quite.
i headed off to the buss stop to go to the david byrne concert, when i found genevieve and sydney trying to get to the zoo for their boo at the zoo audition. It was nice to not have to ride the buss alone. We had to take the slower buss to downtown, but it was fine because sydney shared some of her photos from home. we also had some good conversations about costumes, sweatshirts, radio proposals, and they seem to have an inside joke between them about my interest in birkenstocks. more on that when i discover new information.

When we arrived in downtown we split ways. I immedietly went to find the venue and a place to munch and mulch.

The show was great. Byrne was a solid performer through out. He got the audiance jumping and dancing. Then he played his talking heads material. The crowed really got going. The man just knows how to perform. Even better though was that he played 4 encores, almost pushing 5...it was close. Everyone was howling and letting out the energy. The only bummer had to be that no one could really get down and lay out the funk. The show got out at ten and my buss left at 11, so i decieded to ride back to school from state street. It was brutal. I took the coastal bike path, where i found many climbs and little down hill action. To be frank, it took a majority of my energy to complete that bike ride. A few times i felt like i strayed away from the actual path, which actually made my journey that much longer and tiresome. But it was a cool, it was a nice dark ride and i was plenty confused, but the experience was worth it.

I rode to UCSB from downtown SB. Take that and eat it up...

but seriously i don't recommend riding back without any lights. It is not a good idea.

The night ended with nachos at freeb!rds and lebowski at my room. Alex and his friends came back a little sauced. zack was the first hack for our bathroom. He may have been at the level beyond sauced.

The night was fun and long.

Hopefully i sweat out my cold on the bike ride.

I'm listening to paul beribeau, check it out.

He also has some other myspaces that have different songs. I recommend finding the song "I'll never know".

a little more comfort

for the second time this week i have made an appearence at the biko garage for their weekly shows. This comes as good news, because i find the atmosphere of those concert nights to be much more closely tied to the culture i like.

Meeting more people.
yay.

rock on!

Opening Weekend?

Well opening weekend has begun. Do you want to know what has been entertaining me...sauciness. So far, i have been the longest lasing saucer every night. Where is the that fellowship of man for taking down some saucy influences. this is a time where i expect some to step up and take THAt first step into margh\aritaville. Plenty of CSO's and cops out.

I met two new girls tonight that i find quite interesting. Interestingly enough, they are room mates. They are both much different then me leisurely, but i find myself so attracted to their personalities. I will have to get to know them better. I think tomorrow (today) i will text them, or her, for coffee/ news meeting. We can talk about the news and get to know eachother.

First post

just got in from dp.

An ok night.

Cruzed the street to locate one of daniel's friends. He was a chill
guy and the place was chill, but it got a little weird after daniel left. I chilled for a bit, but the inevitable was, well, you know. I just came home afterwords and now i'm here.


the picture is of my room mate. His name is richard.