So there is a publication on the UCSC campus that I love and adore and while I was a student there most of the reading I completed was between it’s pages. I had an opportunity to write for Fish Rap Live on a couple occasions and was too drunk to seize the day and unleash the millionz on my fellow slugs. Now that I don’t have such easy access to the paper (it’s only distributed on campus as far as I can find) I miss it and I want it back in my life. In a big way. Here is the email I just sent them. I decided to go for the aesthetic appeal of minimal punctuation, mainly in the lack of capitalization. It makes it harder to read and I feel they need to work a little harder over there. I mean look at their website. Click around and notice all the error pages. It’s as though I made it. And if you’re doing as much work as The Millionizer, you really need to take it up a notch. Oh right, the email:

what’s up bitches. i just picked up a chp at the taqueria santa cruz on soquel. i was pissed that i had to get my ucsc news in a fact based format. so why don’t you get your punk ass newspaper over to my side of town? why not just pick it up while i’m on campus you ask? well i graduated two years ago and pay my student loans by mail. plus, we all know ucsc students are a bunch of pussies these days. my point is that frl is a far superior publication and i miss it and i want to get it while i pick up my munchies at 1145 on a tuesday. make it happen, the millionizer implores you. my other point is that i want to write for frl. how does one make that happen? i have ideas that people need to know about. i also have ideas that no one needs to know about. i suggest the latter. seriously though, i don’t want money just recognition.

tits and ass, love

I failed to mention that I’m just going to keep on emailing them until I get my way. There’s a phone number on their half-assed website, I might start calling that if I need to. Actually, I won’t start calling them because The Millionizer does not need people knowing her phone number. You win this one FRL.

The Millionizer in print, oh my!

First off, crisis averted:

Second, Ms A has to be blamed for the fact that I punctuate 90% of my comments with, It’s Britney, bitch. Except bitch is pronounced more like betch. Try it, it just feels right(er).

Speaking of Ms A, here is the cleavage TBU so graciously offered to photograph.

Now it’s time to play everyones favorite game, Match the eyes with the cleavage!

Hint: Whatever you think, you’re wrong.

I miss Ms A. She should come back because I love her. TBU made a secret audio recording of us that I listened to today not knowing what it was. I don’t know what (or if) words were used, there was a lot of screaming and laughing. I didn’t even know I was capable of supersonic communication. Although, to be fair, I did hear mention of girl scouts. Ah, girl scouts, you’ve made me the resourceful yet unlikable girl I am today.

I had an eye exam and I got to choose new glasses. These are they.

I am overwhelmed with anticipation of their arrival. They are purple and etched, with metal balls in the flowers, what’s not to like?

I got 100% on my lab quiz. It’s up on the fridge so it’s legitimate.

Here, this might be better.

The Millionizer rocks the classroom. The magnetic poetry can also be blamed on Ms As visit.

The teebs and I went to a new restaurant in our neighborhood tonight, called Lilliana’s. For those of you that find this useful: Great service, great prices, yummy food, no corkage fee. Enjoy!

Tomorrow TBU and I are off to a 49ers game. We don’t follow or even like football. My family has season tickets and we’re in it for the free booze and quality time right before the Christmas shopping season. Kidding! Well the free booze part was true. I love those guys. Tailgate! Monster Park! WOOHOO!

The Millionizer wins every time

PS Congratulations to Sir Chinkos seester who got married this weekend. I mean if that’s your bag.

[tags]49ers, Monster Park, boobies, school[/tags]

Since getting the iPhone I have no idea what’s going on in the world. For now, I don’t even care. It all gets so frustrating anyway. Before, I listened to NPR all day, now I sing along to Dashboard Confessional all day. I have a ton of music but I just can’t stay away from Chris Carrabba. That man…just does it…for me. <homer simpson donut groan>

So I really haven’t been tapped into local or world news and then this gem from a recent Hannity & Colmes popped up on my MySpace page. Thanks Mattman! And Happy Birthday!

Basically, it’s some uninformed fucktard with a book, talking about UC Santa Cruz being the most unamerican college in the country. Well, if being labeled unamerican from someone so clearly out of touch with what true americanism means, fine by me. Because if I took anything away from college it was the ability to foster enlightened ideas and think for myself. That sounds pretty american to me. (Nobody gets to talk about my capitalization choices here). And by the by, I took that “Black Panther criminal class.” It was taught by fucking ANGELA DAVIS. He failed to mention that, probably because she is a revered civil rights hero and it wouldn’t have supported his half assed argument. And it’s not so much a pro Black Panther criminal class, as it’s about the role of prisons in US society. I dunno, sounds pretty relevant for a sociology class to me. He implies that there are departments dedicated to communist revolution. As though there is a possibility of a communist revolution degree. There’s not. Yet. Thanks sir, you’ve made me proud(er) to have a liberal arts degree from the most unamerican school in the US. And sleep well knowing everyone who actually knows what goes on here is laughing at you (while we smoke our Communist weed).

Just let me get down off my high horse here.

Ok, where was I? Oh right. For the past two Fridays I have watched the dissection of a cadaver in my anatomy class. It’s not mandatory but they do it in the back room and we’re allowed to watch. So I do. I thought it would be disturbing but the worst thing about it is the smell of whatever it is they pump dead people with. That is foul. But the graphic dissection of the human body just kinda happens. It’s like, oh that’s what it looks like. And then I go back to studying a skull for my test next week.

The Millionizer needs to take her pills

[tags]Hannity & Colmes, conservatives, UC Santa Cruz, UCSC, Angela Davis, Chris Carrabba, Dashboard Confessional, just shut your face[/tags]