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Name: Andrew
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Birthday: 8/17/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: Sports, stupid TV shows, reading, sleeping, band, punk
Expertise: sports, pharmacy? (ok, i'm working on it...)
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  drewthejew46
Member Since:
10/5/2004
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| So, just FYI, I'm gonna stop using Xanga because it's getting too
weird. I can't view Rachel's blog anymore (unless I give Xanga my
credit card information....not gonna happen). I started a
livejournal (which I'm sure I'll not post on very often either) since
they don't seem to be trying to steal my personal information at this
point. See it at http://rxdrewthejew.livejournal.com/
Hey Rachel, why did you make your blog super duper protected anyway? 
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| I finally had to work a weekend. All in all, it wasn't that
bad. Still, I worked 73 hours this week. And got paid for
40. And it's not like I get Monday and Tuesday off if I work
weekends. The good news is that I (probably) get Friday
off. The bad news is that by then I'll be going on 11 straight
days and over 100 hours of work.
However, I'm done with Liver Transplant, meaning that getting to work
at 6 AM isn't necessary for the next month or two probably. That
for me is a very good thing.
I was eating with some co-workers on Friday and one was bragging about
how she had gone something like two weeks without drinking a
caffienated drink. Now, I should mention that I have no idea why
anybody would deprive themselves of caffeine, especially since it's not
bad for you (assuming you don't drink like 5 cups of coffee a day or
something). But, in my stupidity I made some flippant comment
that I wasn't addicted to caffeine, I just really liked it. Of
course, I was called out on that and dared to not drink caffeine for
one week. So I figured I'd give it a try. I lasted about 12
hours. On Saturday when I left for work, I felt too tired and had
to make myself some coffee. Today I tried to go sans
coffee. At about noon, it was apparent that without SOMETHING, I
was going to walk around in a haze all day (which is not especially
condusive to me being an effective pharmacist) and had to get a
soda. So the moral of the story is, apparently I am addicted to
caffeine. In my defense, I was running on too much work and too
little sleep but still.
Don't have much else to rant about today. Work was kinda sad
because I was taking patient medical histories all weekend, and talked
to some really really nice people. Unfortunately, number of those
really really nice people had just been diagnosed with cancer.
Certainly puts life into perspective.
On a less depressing note, my grandma who had neck surgery 10 days ago
is home and doing very well. And a related not depressing note is
that I will be going to Tucson in less than 5 days...
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| BOA weekend. Could not have come at a better time, although it
kinda sucks that it's so close to homecoming. Just in the sense
that I see nobody from Tucson for like 4 months and then I see them 2
out of 3 weekends. Nothing wrong with the 2 out of 3 weekends
part, of course.
So anyway. After a long-ass week of work, gave up sleeping up on
Saturday to pick up Phillip at the airport at around 8:30.
Fucking 405. On a fucking Saturday at 8, there was STILL
traffic. It wasn't terrible, but bad enough. They're doing
construction to widen the 405 right around the 10, which is needed, but
makes it suck to drive down there. Anyway, picked him up and
headed downtown. Now, as I'm still kinda new here, I'm basically
trying to figure out where all the freeway's go. Got lucky and
took the right freeway, got downtown in about 20 minutes and hit up
some famous greasy spoon called The Pantry. Our waiter was
seriously high or something, but the food there was freaking
awesome. Headed to the Disney Concert Hall, which has got to be
one of the most interesting looking buildings in the country, and
jumped on the subway. The subway is pretty damn cool actually,
but the route is still kinda limited so it's not THAT useful.
Headed up to Hollywood because Phillip wanted to see the Hollywood
Bowl. Another amazing LA landmark. Walked around Hollywood
for a bit and decided it was about time to head back towards SC.
First though, a stop at Amoeba Music. This is a huge independant
music store right off Sunset and Vine that sells pretty much every CD
ever, for good prices no less. Ran into some peace rally on the
way back to the subway, but that's LA for ya.
Headed down to SC and found some free parking, then walked around
campus for a while before rolling up to the Coliseum, meeting up with
Rachel and some other band alums, and watching the Pride warm up.
It was f-ing hot, and I'm damn glad I didn't have to do those freaking
breathing exercises. Nobody passed out though. I guess heat
is all relative.
Headed into the stadium, which looks odd when it's so empty, and
watched some crappy high school band while waiting for the Pride.
And then, it was time. OK, so I don't really like Radiohead that
much, but leave it to Rees to make it kick some major ass. The
show was freaking sweet. From the OK set, to watching fat-ass
Jeremey Young run around the stadium like a damn fool, to the
singing-just a great show. I couldn't really gauge the crowd
reaction, it seemed like they were confused. Just goes to show
that nobody does what the pride does. The "aftergame" concert for
the high school kids gave me chills. The reaction was
amazing. Getting to yell with Arizona Chant was fun. God
damn I miss band.
Didn't feel like wasting another 7 bucks to watch SC and UCLA, so took
an adventure into LA to find some food with Rachel, Phillip, Aaron and
Eduardo. If there's one bad thing about SC (and there's certainly
more than one) it's that it is near NOTHING. It's surrounded by
ghetto-ass downtown, ghetto-ass Watts and ghetto-ass Koreatown.
Still, decided to head to K-town and get some Korean BBQ, which was a
compete and utter disaster. Managed to find a Numero Uno's Pizza,
home of the best crust ever. After that, headed back to SC, got
in the car and headed home. Shoulda gone right to bed, but
instead watched the show again (Phillip had recorded it) and then
listened to some old shows. Nearly died laughing listening to the
old RHCP show. One of Rees's few brain farts, letting the lead
trumpets go to the front of the field at band day and try and wail at
the end of part 3. If you've not heard it, you have to download
it. It is the single most hilarious thing I've ever heard.
Went to bed with plans to get up at 7 and hopefully beat the traffic to
Anaheim, which isn't all that close to my apartment. Of course,
as many other people also failed to realize, I totally forgot about
daylight savings. Haven't had to deal with it for 6 years, and
before that I always had a mom to remind me to change my clock.
So we get up, grab some breakfast at McD's, and get on the freeway,
which is TOTALLY empty. Hit a weird detour and turned on the news
to figure out WTF was going on. And the dude on KNX is like, the
time is 7, and here's the traffic. 7? Bullshit, my clock
said 8. Damn I'm an idiot. Well, needless to say, we got to
Disneyland at like7:30. Drove into the parking garage, only to
find that, of course, it didn't open until 8:15. Sat. Sat
some more. FINALLLY they opened it up, we parked and got
tickets. This was before 9, but for some reason they were letting
people into the park. Sweet. So we start to run into the
park to get on Space Mountain nice and early. So here we are,
running like a couple of 6 year olds, and we have to slam on the
brakes, because there's a HUGE crowd of people right at the end of Main
Street USA. Why is there a huge crowd? Because they weren't
letting people into the PARK. Just into Main Street USA, so we'd
be bored and buy souvenirs. There's a reason Disney is so damn
rich. At 9 they opened the park, and we resumed running to Space
Mountain. Got on the second car. Hit up another ride and
then got calls from Pride members that they were showing up.
Found out from Jason Orbuena that they had like 15 extra free
tickets. After we paid 63 bucks to get in. FUCK.
Whatever though, it was well worth the money to get to hang out with
the Clarinet section. Now, I basically know two peopl that are
still in the section, Jameson and Ashley. I marched with some of
the other people like Sarah, Coco and Julie Delacruz, but didn't really
know them at all. Everybody else was either a Zeppelin or
Radiohead rookie. But the joy of the Pride is that it just didn't
matter. I've always said it's like having 250 friends just by
showing up, and that goes for the alums as well. Everybody was
super cool. Some random highlights/amusements (since this post is
already like, a billion words).
-First off, releasing the Pride of Arizona at Disneyland was probably a mistake.
-Making fun of Jameson. Oh, how I missed that.
-The trumpets, outside of Pirates. There was some dude dressed up
as a Pirate, and when he started singing the theme song from Pirates,
the trumpets joined in with their own creative lyrics...something along
the lines of "Yo Ho Yo Ho a drunkards life for me. We drink and
we drink and we drink and we drink and we drink and we drink, Yo
Ho!" And so it went on. The look on the poor actors face
was PRICELESS. He had NO IDEA what to do.
-Watching Jameson try to molest all the girls in the clarinet section.
-To further establish that the Clarinets are the nerdiest section in
the band, went on the canoe rides and chanted verbals in time to the
paddle strokes. Our guide was confused as hell. We were
going so fast at the end that we slammed into the docks where you get
off the ride. Nobody fell in, sadly.
-Sarah Frazier. I've never seen anybody that excited to be at Disneyland. And that includes little kids.
-Mr. Toad's Wild ride. It's made of cardboard. It has
cartoon-ey explosions. You go to hell. Freaking sweet.
-Cramming like 8 people at a 3 person table, and watching Phillip try to cram a whole sourdough bread bowl into his mouth.
Overall though, it was just fun to hang out with the section, get to
talk to some cool people. We had to leave before the Pride
performed (Phillip had to go to the airport, I had to get up at 5 on
Monday). An exhausting but awesome weekend. I can't
wait 'till homecoming.
Of course, me being who I am, I was totally bummed at the beggining of the week, because I already miss everybody.
So the midterm elections are coming up on Tuesday, and I've come to the
realization that I'm TOTALLY jaded with politics. It's not that I
don't care, but I think the political system in this country is so
ridiculously jacked. Just a bunch of negative advertising and
psuedo-lies that convince the average american to vote for or against
someone or some proposition. For instance, any time a prop comes
up that would lead to raise taxes, you KNOW it's got a good chance of
being shot down, even if it's a great idea. Why are American's so
averse to paying taxes? You want better roads? You want
better schools? Where the fuck do you think that money comes
from? Now, I admit, unless the government chooses to spend the
money correctly (which they don't, at least not right now) it won't
make a difference. But if nobody got taxed at all, guess
what? We would have no schools. We would have no
roads. We would have nothing. Regardless, I don't even
think I'm going to vote. What does it matter? Some crook or
another is not going to represent me in the house or senate or whatever
anyway. Plus, I live in Cali. The Dems will win.
Liver transplant sucks my balls. I've learned a lot, but getting
up at 5AM every day sucks. More than you can imagine. I
have to work this weekend too, which is awesome. And next weekend
is homecoming, so I'll get no sleep once again. I think there's a
good chance I'm going to die. Or at least get really sick.
But ah well, it's worth it.
One thing liver transplant has made me concluce is that Tylenol is a
dangerous drug and should be removed from the market. In the
month I've been on service, we've had at least 7 people come in with
acute liver failure due to a Tylenol overdose who subsequently needed a
liver transplant. Tylenol makes up a huge percentage of all
hospitalizations caused by a legal drug overdose. And nowhere on
the bottle, at least not that I can recall, does it say ANYTHING about
how taking more than 5 grams of Tylenol in 24 hours can cause fulminant
hepatic failure in death. 5 grams. That's 10 extra strength
Tylenol. Not very much... So anyway, be careful kiddos, I
don't wanna see anybody at UCLA needing a new liver.
And finally, I think it should be a requirement that people have a mark
somewhere on their bodies that lets everybody else know if they're
single, married or otherwise taken. It would make my life a whole
lot easier. Being rejected is no problem. However, creating
an extremely uncomfortable situation, that's not so cool.
And that, my friends, is a fucking long post.
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| Man, it's been a long time since I did a
survey. I also need to be sleeping. My life is lame.
I have to go to sleep at 10. And wake up at 5. Somebody
please shoot me.
Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be.
1. Who was your best friend?
Probably
Aric Scherman and Danny Shcolnik, but they went to the other high
school in town (yes, there were only 2). I don't know that I had
a BEST friend at my school, but Matt Anderson and Patrick Hargis were
probably my two closest friends. My best friend Hugh graduated a
year before me.
2.What sports did you play?
I was on the swim team. I wasn't very good at all. I had to wear a speedo. People made fun of me...
3. What kind of car did you drive?
The
extremely appropriately (or innapropriately) named Jew Canoe, my 1988
silver Acura Legend. My car was probably the least interesting of
all my friends though, between Frazier's crackmobile and the seatbelt
of death, and Patrick Carson with the ShitMobile.
4. It's Friday night, where were you?
Probably
at services. Football game if it was the fall. We hung out
at Hargis's place a lot. His dad had a beer tap in the garage so
that was pretty cool. I didn't really take advantage of it
though, because I was afraid of getting in trouble.
5. Were you a party animal?
My
friends were HUGE computer nerds. Basically our parties either
involved playing trivial pursuit, counterstrike or civilization
2. I was not a computer nerd, but hey, what are you gonna do?
6. Were you considered a flirt?
If you can imagine this, I was even more oblivious about girls in high school than I am now.
7. Ever skip school?
I don't think I did.
8. Were you a nerd?
I
was a band nerd, which I think is different than being a regular
nerd. I hung out with a bunch of goths, although I myself was in
no way goth. I don't know if you can call goths nerds. I
was not part of the in crowd, to be sure.
10. Did you get suspended/expelled?
Nah. We got in a bunch of trouble for playing hackey-sack inside and messing up the walls, but that was about it.
11. Can you sing the fight song?
Our
fight song was so lame that I remember the tune to this day. It
was basically a variation on the University of Oklahoma's fight song,
Boomer Sooner. The first line was something along the lines of
"Fighting spirits go forth, mighty T-wolves of the North". It
sucked. Fortunately, our high school football team also sucked,
and we probably scored 1 TD a game, if we were lucky, so we rarely had
to play it. Incedentally, my city went from having 1 high school
to 2 high schools my sophomore year. That first year after the
split, they did not split the football teams (not sure why, probably
had something to do with the fact that the Norman High team was top 5
in the state that year), and we probably played the Norman High fight
song more in the first half of that year than we ever played our fight
song in the two years after that. Seriously, our football team
made Arizona look like a national power.
12. Who was your favorite teacher?
Mr.
Nolan, the AP European History/contemporary world history teacher was a
favorite because A) he was a drunk irish guy and B) he had a computer
in his room and let us play Civ II at lunch. Other favorites were
Mr. Miller, the former stoner engligh/philosophy teacher, Doc Drennan,
who taught AP Calc, and Mrs. Hamilton, our insane and extremely old
psychology teacher. Did I say earlier that I wasn't a nerd?
Ok, I lied.
13. Favorite class?
My senior year was
amazingly awesome outside of my 3 AP classes. It's hard to pick
one favorite. I'd say a tie between contemporary world history,
animal behavior and science fiction. But all my classes were fun,
even the AP ones, because me and a bunch of my equally cynical
smart-ass friends all took pretty much the same classes.
14. What was your school's full name?:
Norman High School North. Or Norman North High School. I never did figure it out. I think it was the latter.
15. School mascot?
The
TimberWolves. What is a TimberWolf anyway? I have no
idea. I can tell you with a great deal of certainty that none of
them live in Norman.
16. Did you go to Prom?
Nope. I went to semiformal both years. Didn't care about prom, didn't have anybody to go with either.
17. If you could go back and do it over, would you?
Maybe.
High school was fun, though not nearly as fun as being an undergrad in
college. But HS was SOOOOOO fucking easy. I miss that.
18. What do you remember most about graduation?
I
remember thinking, jesus, I don't know like any of these people that
are graduating. I mean, I knew a decent number of people between
band and other activities, but I bet at least half of my class I had
never seen in my life. I also remember being bored out of my
god-dammed mind.
19. Favorite memory of your Senior Year?
God, so many good memories. Being the top banana in the 100
breaststroke at midstate (won the consolation heat, meaning i was 8th
overall in the region). Getting all 1's at the state concert
band competition and overcoming a ton of obstacles in doing so.
Making all-state clarinet. My trip to England with OYS the summer
before my senior year. Me and Matt consistently tipping the
scales of the sarcasm continuum (seriously, Matt was even more
sarcastic than me, even I rarely had a clue when he was serious or
joking). Getting my Eagle Scout. My senior year seriously
was a lot of fun, which I guess is the way it was supposed to be.
20. Where were you on senior skip day?
I don't think we had a senior skip day.
21.Did you have a job your senior year?
I only ever worked during the summers. I would not have had time between swimming, OYS, scouts, band, etc etc etc
22. Where did you go most often for lunch?
We
usually at in Mr. Nolan's room, or played hackey-sack in the
hall. Once in a while we ate in the cafeteria. We did have
open campus, but going out was a huge pain in the ass because of the
traffic.
23. Have you gained weight since then?
I have, but not a whole lot, and I think I look a lot better than I did then.
24. What did you do after graduation?
I think I had a week off and then orientation out in Tucson.
25. When did you graduate?
Erm....May 2000, I have no clue the date and it really doesn't matter to me.
26. Who was your Senior prom date?
Lol. Oh, so many innapropriate things I could say at this point. But I won't.
27. Are you going to your 10 year reunion?
Maybe. I'll have to see if any of my old buddies is going. It would pretty much suck if none of them did.
28. Who was your home room teacher?
We didn't have home rome. Did anybody have home room? We had that in middle school, but in high schoo?
29. Who will repost this after you?
I dunno. Nobody really blogs anymore. Rachel maybe?
30. Who was President of your class?
Ya
know, I cannot remember the guys name. I can see his face, but
that's about it. Not that I really cared about that kinda
stuff. Seriously, did the high school president actually do
anything?
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| So KROQ is having their annual Inland Invasion concert next week.
Just saw the lineup today, and I was quite baffled. Guns n'
Roses, Alice in Chains, Avenged Sevenfold, Muse, Papa Roach, Rise
Against, Atreyu, Buck Cherry and 30 Seconds to Mars.
Now, at first glance, that's an ok show. But wait. GNR
doesn't have Slash anymore. Layne Staley is dead, so I don't know
how AIC can be any good. Papa Roach and Buck Cherry haven't had a
new song since I was a freshman in college I think. This is
freaking KROQ! I think they can do better. It'd almost be
worth it to see Muse and Rise Against. But then again, going to
Ontario is never my idea of a good time.
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