Happy Birthday Everyone! Mainly Me Though.

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I turned 21. It's the end of an era... life as a pre-teen is officially OFFICIALLY over. No more acting offended when waiters refuse to bring me the '12 and under' chicken fingers. The proverbial 'they' dragged me kicking and screaming into adulthood though, and I still managed to proverbially punch them in their faces by having a bounce house at my birthday party.



Case in point.


But anyway I had a whole weekend of festivities in addition to The Afternoon Delight, including but not limited to: a trip to Santa Monica Pier and the original Hot Dog on a Stick , a night of hijinx and hurting people at Disneyland, a secret midnight kidnapping of myself (not by myself) complete with midnight bonfire dance circle (less creepy than it sounds, but still significantly creepy), and dinners and movies and smiles and butterflies, yada yada yada. ALSO, my parents graciously gifted me a new iHome to replace my old one because I taped it to the front of my bicycle and then left the whole musi-cycle-morph sitting in the bike rack during a torrential rain storm. So I obviously earned and deserved a new one. Responsibility yields results, my friends.

Anyway, here is evidence that everything I've told you is true:














(I took the liberty here of protecting the identity of the unnamed girl in the front seat. I took an additional liberty in protecting the identity of her double chin)











Your Sister in Christ,
Krizz 10 Reformation

Point Loma Fashion Week (Day)

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Point Loma recently held its second annual Fashion Show. The cafeteria was transformed into a Bryant Park tent, complete with runway, and I was transformed into a crazy hunchbacked seamstress, complete with renegade threads stuck to the back of my neck. Sneaky strings of Hades. But after many hours bent over the sewing machine screaming "i hate you" at fabric, bobbins, and anyone that came around, I finally finished my line and the show went off without a hitch.

Most people who took part in the show borrowed clothing from boutiques and put together outfits. There were three of us, however, who actually designed and constructed our own lines. Mine had 6 pieces, which my friends/models worked on the runway. It was shockingly legitimate and there was even an after party with waiters carrying trays of smoothies (smoothies are the mark of legitimacy). Here's a backstage look into the glamourous lives of Manhattan's Elite (Gossip Girl reference which doesn't apply here):











And here is my line:







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Going Carless: Not only is it mandatory... it's chic and trendy.

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The rumors are true. You can't have a car your freshman year (unless you are willing to get 5 parking tickets totaling $250 and then spend your weekends scraping gum and RVCA bumper stickers off of campus signs/seating while parking your green van in the neighborhood next to school and climbing a fence every time you want to access it.)... but who cares. It's a challenge and it's 'green' and there are plenty of better things to do with your time than drive to the myriad fantastic locations i mentioned in my previous post (sorry). Moral of the story? Pay your dues and shut up. Just kidding. Here are a few of the better things:



1. Make music videos with your mature college friends.
Here I give you a behind-the-scenes glimpse into Apartment 48A's upcoming Alanis Morissette Featurette (No pun intended. And what I mean by 'pun' is the fact that 'Morissette' rhymes with 'Featurette'... so really what I mean is 'No pun in the first place'). We are still in the production stages and have almost no valid footage, so I can assure you with absolute certaintly that the final product might be released within the next 48 months.


Note: This is without a doubt the worst video editing I have ever done. If you are a future employer and I listed this website on my resume, please turn a blind eye. Also (no matter who you are) please disregard "Kids Party!" at the beginning... I really couldn't tell you how that even happened...




2. Take secret video footage of aforementioned mature college friends doing dumb things and then become YouTube celebrity.
A little flat at the end, but other than that I can't complain





3. Ride your bike to faraway places.
A la exotic Downtown San Diego...





4. Um...





5. Climb the School Library





6. Do hood rat stuff
i.e. Write this: "Speaker Broken. Please Speak Very Loudly" on the back of an In-N-Out placemat and then use tape or gum to stick it on the ordering microphone. Hide in bushes and enjoy.





7. Form a band
More importantly, photoshop your Band Photos so you look more like rock stars who are too cool to be real. Or in Kelsey's case... so you look more like a samurai wearing a tuxedo.






8. And last but not least... Hang out with your friends. (smile and wink)





Until we meet again,
Sincerely,
and forever Yours,
Ref

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blah blah blah

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(insert dumb joke re: a growth spurt, human stretching machine, or similar)

Anyway...


One great thing about PLNU is its proximity to everything. Disneyland is an hour and a half, Mexico is approx. 3o seconds (by jet), and SeaWorld is walking distance (I walked there once and it took over an hour, but still). So on Sunday Kelsey and I took a day trip up to LA to shop at a vintage/antiques flea market and get lunch and obsessively stare at anyone who looked like they could vaguely be John Stamos.

I can safely say we spent 40% of our day missing freeway junctions. And another 30% driving the wrong direction on the 805. 'South' and 'North' have very little in common, come to find out. And the rest of our time we dedicated to almost getting in huge car accidents and then cackle-laughing like Satan while simultaneously yelling at each other and then taking the blame for things the other one of us did. Kelsey barely escaped driving through someone's open car door (complete with car door owner) on Melrose Ave and then I apologized because I had been loosening my belt instead of preventing it. Then later I devised a clever plan to save time by switching lanes in the middle of an intersection, while turning left, without looking over my shoulder. I'll just say... you win some, yes, but you definitely lose some. Like in this case.


Here are some pictures from our outing:



We bought this antique mini table for 6 bucks. Then we carried it all over LA and even had lunch with it. "Table for 3 please"



Believe it or not, I was actually attempting to take a self-pic of myself, and then dropped the camera and ended up with this. Miracles are real.



8 seconds into the autotimer I panicked and last minutedly re-situated the table, strategically placing it directly on Kelsey's foot before assuming my adorable pose. If you could see her eyes you would see extreme rage.

Let's take a closer look...


hmm, roger that.

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a Second helping of Semester

Sorry I just tricked you into thinking those 4 pictures are of/in San Diego. They're of a distinctly more Washingtony persuasion. Tracy and I visited our friends from Point Loma, Joe (boss) and Peter (a joke), in Seattle for 5 days over winter break (we get 3 weeks off) and it was ridicu-fun. But I'll save those tales for another day. Or for another never.

But for now the kids of Lomaland Drive have returned. School is back in session and this season of KFPL promises more drama than ever before. New chances at love, new secrets revealed, new cafeteria options, and hopefully new undercover pictures of Bob Brower/other faculty members. Stay tuned right here at whatever time I choose to post (central). Anyway.... having completed most of my general education requirements, I get to take mainly Fashion classes now. Fashion Design, History of Costume, Fashion Buying, Apparel in Human Behavior and Culture, and Textile Science. A schedule that any self-respecting man would die to not have. But I'm pretty excited about it.


Since we're still getting into the swing of things around here, I don't have too much to report YET. We are in a heat wave, though, I'll have you know. It's 82 degrees right now in the middle of January and therefore I'm going to the beach and I refuse to sit here with you for even one more second. However, here are a few videos to hold you over til next time:


Point Loma Fall 08: A Taste


Here we have a summary video of last semester, set to the only song my video editing program didn't reject (Weed Party by Band of Horses (dont do drugs though)). Livin the dream.



'Heart it Races' Music Video


There is very little to do in my hometown besides eat at different restaurants in quick succession, so Emily and I made a music video. We are not rookies at this. Two summers ago we debuted a professional-grade music video for Hanson's This Time Around on youtube, and let me just say that it was very well received. I don't want to brag, but we're undeniable internet celebreties. StarlaBubbles, if you're out there: we love you too.

Unfortunately two months ago Hanson got wind of this phenomenon and forceably took it off the internet by referencing a handy little scam they like to call "copyright infringement"... whatever. Moral of the story: We're back. Alternate ending: Bite me Isaac.

(song in the video: "Heart it Races"... its an Architecture in Helsinki song, covered by Dr. Dog)


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feliz navidad

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Hello from Christmas morning! Well it's 1:30 pm... but its 5 o'clock somewhere, as they say. 5 o'clock AM (reh eh eh). I realize I haven't posted in a month, which, aside from being blatantly against my contract, is rude. I reported last post that my camera was fixed but I broke it again and I just couldn't motivate myself to post without any visual stimulation breaking up my typographical diatribe. I just googled "definition of diatribe" and that doesn't mean what I thought it did.

Anyway, I got a new camera for Christmas! ka ching. So expect great things in 2009.


Since lately I have given absolutely NO information about Point Loma or the lives of its students, take this picture as a consolation prize. I'm at my Grandma's house (again) and her computer is chock full of digital humiliation. I'll see you all when we return to school. And in the mean time, just trust me... Point Loma is great.



visiting grandma BY MYSELF in the summer of 04.
tip: dont step on the actual lane, its slicker than it looks.

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Happy Day Before Thanksgiving

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Hello! I am writing to you from the road... I'm in the backseat of my parents' Honda mini-van (its an Odyssey... for you car enthusiasts) enroute to Phoenix where I will spend Thanksgiving Break with my Grandma and her minions. (Point Loma gives us Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off... GO WILD!!!) It's pouring rain and I'm eating a blizzard from Dairy Queen and poking my dog Sammie with a pen. She's lounging in a zebra fur bed in the middle of the car while I'm crammed in the back with her "Furrari by Dogloo" dog kennel. It takes up 2/3 of the seat, therefore I currently want to kill her. But c'est la vie.

We stopped at Jack in the Box 2 hours ago and I refused to order anything, instead choosing to sit on a stool scowling and spouting fake statistics about the merits of Healthy Eating. "A salad Dad... really? If you're going to eat it with ranch dressing you might as well eat 6 cheeseburgers"... so instead he got 2 breakfast burritos and 2 tacos. My brother Kevin also got tacos and offered up this choice piece of nausea: "Mmm, greasy. After I finish one it looks like I'm wearing lip gloss."

I forced my father to stop at Subway half an hour later so I could self-righteously order a Veggie Delight on wheat. Fast forward an hour and a half and I am fishing brownie bits out of my Chocolate Xtreme Blizzard. Such is the beauty of youth.

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Alright, so the moral of the story is this: I broke my camera. I didn't even do anything, I think it's just all of my past experiments finally catching up with it. This past weekend was Homecoming Weekend and I sat behind Bob Brower (the president of the university) at the game... two words: Oh. Yes. I got a lot of secret shots of him with Kelsey's camera, so I'll cover all of the Homecoming stuff when I get back.


In the mean time, here are several pictures that I took off of other people's facebooks:

















Intramural Softball Team finale party at Fuddruckers. I wasn't exactly on the team per se... but it was great nonetheless. Notice the matching yellow turtlenecks: Jeff and Sean won those because they tied for Most Pent Up Rage










































My great friend Tracy (ASB Director of Communications) and I were hanging around by the train tracks one Sunday (Stars: They're Just Like Us!). She has a fancy camera...

















We had a picnic in Del Mar (a beach town just up the coast from Loma) and then went swimming in the ocean (in November! Apply Now!)... That night we went to the Marine Corps Ball. We weren't invited, but no one stopped us. I lost my keys and then we got to ride in the back seat of my car as the tow truck towed us back onto campus. A great day...


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More soon
love,
Ref