It's summer and I'm back in Sunnyvale which means a few things.  First, there's no more school which is wonderful.  Although my summer school classes weren't that bad.  Specifically Films Across History, in which we just watched a bunch of movies and analyzed them for cool stuff.  The second to last day in that class we actually went to the theater to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory which was amazing I thought.  But the point is that I don't have to write essays, take notes, or sit in class watching Oprah movies anymore.  So basically there's not much to do here so it's kind of like a game to find ways to fill up your day.  I started reading this science fiction book about these kind of cowboys of the future its pretty wild and I've even been running a little. 

My poker addiction is having trouble getting fueled which is actually a good thing because it's slowly getting less and less potent.  I don't even really have the urge to play these days.  It's hard for me to say this but I... I guess it's a good thing.  Even the scrabble addiction's gone down.  Ooh but I do have the Noam Challenge.  I'll play anyone one on one poker best of 3 for any amount of money between a dollar and 20.  It's a lot like Negreanu's thing but he's way better and plays for hundreds of thousands of dollars.  And, don't get me wrong, I would do that if I had the money.. but that's not possible right now. 

So I found out for sure that I'm going to Spain and Israel with my broham in December.  Couldn't be less of a deal, really.  Now I can't say for sure but I imagine that it's going to be amazing.  I can't say too much more than that, really other than that me and my broseph are going to take over Spain Frommer's style.  Bitch.

I recently discovered walking.  Yeah.  Fucking walking.  You're skeptical, I know, but I'm telling you this shit is amazing.  Say you have to go get your mom a card for her birthday.  You could drive to the store, get it, and be back within about 5 minutes.  That's boring, man.  Then what do you do?  Sit at home and watch reruns of Blowout with Jonathan Anton?  Probably.  Not a bad option, actually.  Tuche, friend.  But what if you've already seen the episode where he gets mad that they're "running out" and not "selling out" of Jonathan Product?  Do you really want to see him washing himself in bottled water and getting the revelation to invent a water filtration system because his hair and skin have never before felt so amazing - for the second or maybe even third time?  Now you can actually say yes to that; and I'll still respect you.  Because Jonathan is my homeboy.  But most of you will say no.  And to you all I say walk to the store.  Because not only will you shave off those calories that you probably need to get rid of anyway but you also may run in to crazy old Indian men that will nod at you.  And if that's not a high point in your day then, sir, you are probably just lying to yourself.  Because if you've managed to sit through all of this writing of mine and still stay entertained enough to finish -- that Indian man's acknowledgement of your living should be a milestone of your week.

So it's about 3 in the morning and I just got home after hanging out with some friends in Sunnyvale and something pretty interesting just happened.  Now I'm not really one to catch on to someone flirting with me or anything like that.  I'm not really into that whole thing so I can be kind of aloof to it all.  But there are sometimes where it is just too strong to ignore.  You know what I mean.  Where it's just soo obvious that they just want you.  So just right now that happened to me.  I was walking up to my house and all of a sudden from the bushes I hear something.  It was this bird and she was toootally flirting with me.  There is not a doubt in my mind.  It was amazing.  Now I don't know if you've ever flirted with an animal before.  See that's where you're going wrong; you guys are paying way too much attention to girls.  And the truth is you're missing out.  Because being hit on by a bird is about 10 times better than by a girl.  And it was such an obvious flirt.  You could just tell from the whistle.  But seriously as I was walking up the brick walkway and I heard it I just kind of looked to my right into the dark bushes I just couldn't help but smile.  I might have even blushed a little.  I sort of got that feeling in my chest that you get in those situations.  So basically that's the high point of my life these days.  Getting hit on by a bird at 3 in the morning.  Now that may sound like I'm depressed.  But I mean it.  And this is no metaphor for those of you that were wondering.  I really did get hit on by a bird just now.  And not a bird like English people say it.  But the little flying thing with wings and feathers.  I don't care if you believe me, assholes.  It's true.