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For three meals in a row, I\’ve had the same plate from two different Vietnamese restaurants. Starting Friday afternoon at lunch when Anthony and I went to Cali Sandwich across from Houston Community College in midtown after officially registering Oh, So Nappy! UnLtd. as a busy-ness with the county clerk. After lunch and a strawberry smoothie, I think I sat at the library for a little while soaking up the free wireless, and then went home to change clothes to play an IM basketball game with the South Asian Society against the Muslim Student Association. After we won the game, and gave a few obligatory pounds, a few kids on the MSA team asked me if really in SAS.

In typical smooth-ass FWMJ fashion I said something like \”uh…umm…yeah…?!\” and we laughed.

Hater Magazine had its initial meeting for the 3rd issue, the fashion issue. After meeting a few new people that are going to be working on the magazine, and trying to contain my sadness that the bleed/a border was left 80% of the pages, Damien, the Other Frank, and I went Mai\’s where I had my new favourite Vietnamese dish for the 2nd time in 24 hours. I went to bed.

Anthony called me Saturday morning to tell me about his brilliant poster idea for the basketball game against UTEP later that night, and after another hour or so he scooped me up and we went to Target for poster board, Crayola® markers, chewy apple granola bars, and black ankle socks.

After a few hours in the library being noisy coloured folks and annoying others, Max got hungry and scooped me for Cali Sandwich. I was full already, as I\’d eaten two Super Size Fries from McDonald\’s like two hours prior (Go Super Size Me!) but ordered Beef Chunk Pepper Steak anyway, and boxed the rest as left overs.

I went to an intercollegiate gospel concert put on by a friend of mine at school after that at Windsor Village United Methodist Church for about an hour and couldn\’t force myself to sing along. Christian had to dip out early to get ready for the basketball game (he was filming in the rafters) so I left with him as I couldn\’t deal. I dunno if I\’ll ever be able to sit in Church without squirming again. I think what did it was when the preacher tried to compare and equate rap music with gospel. I\’m surprised I didn\’t start foaming at the mouth.

9:00pm. I sat in the rafters for the first half of the game as the Campus Police were being particularly anal about seating and tickets since this was a nationally televised game. I came back down and sat around midcourt when I saw no one was taking some of the seats I was originally pushed out of. After watching Rice lose by 2 points thanks to a coach that doesn\’t know what he\’s doing, I hung around at Autry with Christian and Rashid (my two future roommates) waiting for a few folks to come out of the locker room and talk about the game and what was happening later that night. I\’d been in a bit of a funk most of the afternoon (all week) for reasons I won\’t really get into (Happy Birthday Leanne!), so on the way to the crib when Christian got a message from Shannon about some party at Pooji\’s place, I was game. The party in actuality was an Engagement Party for two ex-teammates of mine. Chris used to be a decathlete on the track team, until he threw his shoulder or something really bad and needed surgery. Summer ran cross country for 4 years or so for the women\’s team. It\’s a cute match aesthetically, and they seem to move on similar planes and wavelengths. It\’s just kind of funny as I remember when Chris was scheming on her a year and a half ago. What a difference 18 months makes? Saw Neeli at the party shortly after I arrived, and she was surprised to see me, much less with a plastic cup in hand. Apparently the punch was strong, but I didn\’t notice.

I just got back to the apartment for the day after arguing that I don\’t believe Michael Jordan is the best player to ever play basketball and considered him a product of a hype machine. I am now washing bed sheets and listening to Busta Rhymes real loud. I never got back my mp3s. Fuck an iPod, son.

I\’m going to go run at the Bayou. Happy Bornday to me.