Overheard at the FAC…

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I should really start bringing a tub of popcorn whenever I go to the FAC, because for some reason people that surround me are so amusing. Chronicles from last night—

Two guys sitting next to me:

Guy 1: What’s better,”The Notebook” or “A Walk To Remember?”

Guy 2: Really? [laughs awkwardly] Um…. “The Notebook,” I’ve never seen “A Walk To Remember.”

Guy 1: [shout] WHAT?!?!?! You haven’t seen “A Walk To Remember?”


Guy 1: Oh my god, you need to check out this song, man, it’s so soothing.

Guy 2: Yeah, Robin Thicke is the shit. I love “Sex Therapy” with Ludacris, it’s so calming.

Guy 1: Oh definitely.


Guy 1: [Crosses his legs] What do you think about people who sit like this?

Guy 2: I think it’s gay.

Guy 1: My dad sits like that.

Guy 2: Oh. [awkward laugh] Hahaha.

Guy 1: Classy people sit like that.

Guy 2: Yeah they do.

Guy 1: But no, really classy people sit like that.

Guy 2: Yeah they do.


Eeyore’s birthday: Hippies galore

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Among all of the hundreds of festivals we have year-round in Austin, including SXSW, ACL, and Marley Fest, I think the festival most saturated with hippies would be Eeyore’s Birthday Party, celebrating the beloved Winnie The Pooh character.

According to the site, the “party,” which attracts thousands of attendees encouraged to dress in halloween costumes, is to benefit non-profits in the area. It’s held every year in Pease Park, which is only a few blocks away from West Campus, where I reside.

When I went to Eeyore’s 47th bday party, I thought i’d walked into some time warp with the sea of tie-dye t-shirts and pipes on sale on the sides of the walkway. The walk there was a bit longer than I expected it to be, but I knew I was headed the right direction, when I saw this guy dressed as Waldo, and a potent smell of pot.

I thought I’d soon hear music, since that is the usual at any Austin festival… there’s at least three bands playing at once or so. Anyways, there weren’t any bands, but instead the air filled with the sounds of percussion beats, and lots of it.

My friend and I gravitated toward the lively build up of drums, and realized we were in a drum pit. That’s right, people all around us were banging on their leathered instruments, and I even saw a guy drumming on his heavy girlfriend’s stomach. The sight wasn’t that weird, considering there was a girl dressed up as a centaur, proudly walking about.

Anyways, my eyes spotted a Maypole in the middle of the park, with children, such as Blue Ranger/Superman boy, swinging their attached streamers and dancing around it. It was mildly bizarre.

After an hour and a half of walking around the incredibly congested festival, and intensely salivating because of all the food stands, I left the “party” with a new appreciation for snakes, sausages-dogs, and free hugs.


New Section: For Austin

Sound the alarms, there is a super bitch sitting near me at the FAC, the 24-hour, on-campus facility here at UT.

For the past hour, I have heard her whine about how she wants to drink AND work out tonight, The Hills, how she can’t seem to work a program on the computer, computers in general, and even how she can be a really big bitch if you piss her off.  *She’s one of the passive-bitches I cited in my status.*

You know, the type to act like something is up her ass, holds it in, and totally bad mouths her target behind their back whilst gloating about how bad-ass of a bitch she can be.


Anyways… what a refreshing way to start off an introduction to a new section huh?

Introducing: All Austin … a section about the sights, sounds, tastes and characters of Austin, Texas that I delve in every day. I might as well try to jot/err type my experiences in Austin before I’m pushed into the new world via graduation next year. So yes, here you go.


The Cool Kids tomorrow!

Hey friends, The Cool Kids just announced today that they are playing a set tomorrow @ Mohawk at 7pm.

Best part is… tickets are only $10! [But they’re selling out quick.]

Apparently they signed up last minute to play for Huston-Tillotson University’s homecoming. But let’s pretend they did it cause they’re bad asses and like to perform whenever the eff they want. For realsies.

Buy yo tickets here, bitches.