Hi there y'all

Soooooooooo...............  I'm totally changing the mission of this blog.

Let's get straight to it.

I'm now a college student.  I no longer really web program, but I am learning to computer animate.

And now I have interesting stories about it.

BUT.... I will save those for later.  THEY GIVE ME HEADACHES JUST THINKING ABOUT THEM!!!

*sigh*
*deep breath*

This post is starting to look more like an E.E. Cummings poem than an actual blog post.

But whatever.  #thuglife

So yeah, my first post in like what, 3 years?  Where should I begin...

Ah.  WG.  I was walking down the street in WG (shortened so y'all don't stalk me).  If you know WG, it's like where all the white, rich people all gather and do a competition of who-has-the-prettier-house-with-ivy-coming-and-eatings-it-like-a-kraken-eating-a-ship.  And-I-just-used-way-too-many-hyphens-to-make-one-phrase.  L-O-L.
But anyways, back to the story.  It was my birthday that day, so my daddy took me and my boyfriend to a gelato shop after we had a great dinner.  We got our gelato and sat on a bench, trying to stay warm and dry (it had been raining)  when I heard a commotion.  I was thinking, Whatever, I feel like I'm back in downtown SJ, when I realized, NO!  I'M IN WG!  WHAT IS GOING ON!
Now here comes the interesting part. I've omitted the appearances of the people to protect their identities, and I didn't know their names so I don't have to change them.
The first guy (1) came storming down, yelling profanities.  "**** you,  **** this..." yadda yadda yadda.
Then two guys followed (2 and 3).  2 was trying to catch up with 1, but 3 was holding him back, saying, "I ****ing love you bro,  I ****ing love you."
"Shut up!" 2 said, shoving 3 off of him. At this point, I noticed a helicopter with a searchlight.  I turned to my dad.
"Do you think I should call the cops?" I asked.  I started dialing.  But then I stopped, because two cops pulled up.  3 turned around ad walked the other way.  I guess he had tried to make 1 and 2 avoid this fight.
A guy was jogging in the direction 1,2, and 3 were running in.  He was clearly an innocent bystander-- he was dressed for a marathon.  Suddenly, he booked it the other direction.
"PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE CAR!" I heard a cop yell.  Some people stopped and started watching.  I couldn't see what was going on, so I waited.  More cop cars should up.  Then...
POP-POP!
Ah crap, I thought to myself, I'm going to die on my birthday.
I grabbed my boyfriend and we hid in a shop behind a bench.  My blood ran cold.  I heard someone crying out in pain.  Then, a woman casually walked in the shop, and looked at an item, like nothing had happened.
"What happened?" an employee inquired.
"Some guy grabbed for the cop's taser and he got tased," she said.
I thought they had been gun shots.  I felt stupid.
So I went out to the street, towing my boyfriend, and sure enough, that's what had happened.

So, if anyone is out there, what's YOUR crazy birthday story?

(And sorry for the wall of text)