Jeffrey Faden the California Public School Student 1990 – 2003 Weow. That’s the end. Finished my finals, about to graduate in a few hours, then we got the grad night party, and my life as a public school student is over… and hence starts my life as a university student. I snuck an extra ticket… Continue reading In Memoriam

Sure, I’ll blog about the weekend. Michael Barenbaum, the senior rabbi of Temple Rodef Sholom, of which my family has been a community member for about 10 years now, retired on Friday. We went to a picnic dinner out in the field behind the temple’s school and got to say goodbye to him. But uh…… Continue reading Full Tank

captaincanada 87% tidus 87% blacksun 87% chibiendy 75% How compatible with me are YOU? I’m sorta glad that I’m not so compatible with the highest person on the list, comparatively. Besides, who ever said that similarities with other people = instant friendship?

Say hello to Mr. Boring.

I’ll take a picture of this later, but right now I give you a TVM-esque ASCII hand.  ——————————– |    THX                         \  —————-                 |                  |                |  —————-                 | |    ASL                          |  —————-                 |                  |                |  —————-                 | |    STFU                         |  —————-                 |                  |                |  —————-                 | |    LOL                          |  ——————–             |                      |            |           ———–             |          |    W00T               /           ———————– Pinky: THANKS! Be courteous. Lift pinky while drinking. Ring Finger: AGE/SEX/LOCATION? I don’t know… you’re not married or something… Continue reading I wrote on my hand

But when we lock eyes over the obscure iMac domes from just a row away, it feels amazing.

When we last left our heroes, James escorted Momo back home by limo (omg so cute), and we were left waiting in the deserted dance hall… with dessert. We gave a cake to a homeless man walking by the outside of the building, and we just shared the brownies with everyone. A dressed-up lady selling… Continue reading Prom Redux

And once again it gets to the point where I have NOTHING to say at the worst (best?) of times. And I thought I was such an interesting person. Amelia has confessed a good ol’ fashioned crush on me, and the feelings are being returned, and I’m trying to work it into some sort of… Continue reading Traces of angst, perhaps?

http://yoga.tripod.co.jp/flash/airmaster.htm I don’t care if you’ve seen it before, I’m just posting this for my own benefit. On both of my journals. Yeah, that’s right.