Fcuk
My computer restarted again because it is such a whore. So here is a super readers digest version. Me and Simon saw Matrix at Corte Madera. We were dressed really well, trenchcoats, shades, my favorite (and only) tie. We got applauded on our way to the theatre. We saw Ben and others of Drake and cut to front of lin pretending they were saving our spot. Talked to them, played Gears (spinning around in superclosetogether crowd), passed my tin of Altoids down the line and had them come back a few mintues later with less than half left. Saw Matrix, it was great and cool. Had Furious Angels and Clubbed to Death remix.... awsome songs. We got complimented on trenchcoats 50,000,000,000 times. I slept over at Simon's house, did english poster at 0 energy level. We went to sleep. We woke, played Pocket Tanks, I showered, left with Jeff for B3. We got the crew together (me jeff sophie james jeff's sister) and drove to Pier 39. The tournement was awsome. The PA took waaay too long and ended with Tigger losing to some team Seattle guy and it was all rigged and stuff.... anyways..... PI hung by the Max2 machine a lot and watched James and other's prectice for freestyle. This one guy wasnt competing, but he did an improv routine that was like the best thing I saw there. All the freestylers did great (except for a few failing songs) and James did really really well! Jeff was mad because the tourney lasted so long. I got home and slept. Then my parents took me to Berkeley to eat and go to a rose fair. I got a present for Betty there X). The cafe we ate at was all hippie-ish. We came home... I slept, talked to Betty for hours... went to bed. END.
Levi ~ spot828@hotmail.com ~ 5/19/2003 08:13:45 PM