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1. milk tea ice cream - this was really good. tasted like milk tea. really refreshing.
2. vanilla peach ice cream - pretty good, would make again.
3. chocolate soy ice cream - not the best, would not make again.
4. egg tart ice cream - tastes like egg tarts. super filling. good if you like egg tarts.

safeway organic salad (mixed baby greens): $1
Buffalo wings (was going to make myself, but didn’t have enough time tonight): $2.50
1 lb. Baked potato: $1
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Total: $4.50

a fun cover of a fun song, Aya Matsuura singing Orange Range’s Onegai Senorita.

We’ll have lots of fun with mister snowman,
Until the other kids knock him down.

some great quotes strewn throughout this awesome video. Just a bunch of climbers having fun. kinda.

finals week can be summed up as such



edit: first posted video was removed by youtube.

I love this video of Kevin Jorgeson, Matt Segal and Alex Honnold at british grit. To go out and climb with a bunch of friends for a couple weeks sounds amazing, especially now during crunch week.

As I lay there in the dark, I thought about the woman who was here last night. Her face, flawless under the warm scent of the flickering incandescent light, lingers in my memories clear as the glass of water on the nightstand. Her lips, slightly red from the subtle coat hours before dinner, looked as moist as ever, as if she had just delighted herself with a bite of the juiciest apple fitting only of Snow White. The condensation from the shower wafts across, carrying with it the sent of a basket of tropical flowers.

I am jolted awake as the lights stun me without warning. The rough sound of waterfalls begin to cut through the silence, and the images of a warm night are ripped away from me, reality taking its stead. Day after day, I can not escape. The torturous roar in the background laughs as I am slowly suffocating. This isn’t what I signed up for; this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. That is how everyone acts in this same situation. Smothered, I have no choice. I never had a choice in the first place. All I can do is try to recall those images. The warm mist, glistening with each pass across the light. The basket of gentle gardenias, lifting away my mind, draping me with its comforting lullaby. It’s the same every day. I can’t escape as I am forced into the darkness again. Two minutes seems like forever, but I am returned to my bed, and the lights, again, are removed from my world.

only person to ever free solo the NW face of halfdome. 2000+ ft of sheer face. i wonder how much zen this guy possesses.

Here’s a vid of him climbing at indian creek, utah.