Sayonara

Another quarter of school has come and gone. I can't believe I'm already 1/3 of the way through my business school curriculum. It's kinda sad, really. In an interview yesterday, I was asked "you're spending a lot of time and money on business school - what's the most important thing you've gotten out of it thus far?" I hope the guy couldn't see me struggling to come up with an answer (which I think had something to do with the people and new experiences or something useless). As evidenced in my Operations final on Tuesday, I really haven't learned anything yet. Nor do I have a job lined up.

Oh well. Not the time to get depressed about the blown tuition. I'm off to Japan tomorrow for a little over a week. Enjoy the first week of Spring everyone.

March Madness...

Is quickly turning into March Sadness in Palo Alto, as the Louisville Cardinals have jumped out to a 17-8 lead over the Stanford Cardinal, in what I have cheesily dubbed the "Battle of Singular vs. Plural."

These 4 days are amongst my favorite of the year - 48 College Basketball games in a 4-day period. Last year, I spent all 4 days in a drunken, sleepless stupor in Las Vegas. From a gambling perspective, I approximately broke even, which I thought was pretty impressive considering I bet on probably 25-30 of the games as well as played hours upon hours of blackjack every day - like I said, on little-no sleep and with 10-50 drinks in me.

Unfortunately, this year, I was unable to make the trek to Vegas due to Finals that start on Monday. In hindsight, I probably should be there anyways, considering I did pretty well last quarter in terms of grades, and I'm still sitting here without a job. Oh well, lesson learned I suppose. It'd be the first one since I started school again. I am quite proud of the fact that no one else in last year's group made the trek this year, as without my leadership skills they were not able to properly coordinate.

Anyways, since I decided to skip most of my classes today to sit on my couch and watch basketball, and since CBS insists on showing this blowout (now 25-10 plurals), I figured the least I could do was write this quick blog. Quick question - is 9:59 a.m. too early to drink Scotch by myself? It's 18-year-aged Scotch, if that makes a difference.

Winter '06-'07, Bye-Bye-O

Whoever (or is it "whomever"? Sometimes it's "who!") said people in L.A. miss out on the "changing of the seasons" were proven dead wrong over the last week. After the weekdays were consistently chilly and windy with highs in the 50's, Friday marked the unofficial first day of spring. It's been in the 70's every day since then, finally enabling me once again to take advantage of my beautiful surroundings by shopping and brunching on 3rd Street and going for a couple long runs down to Venice.

Even though I've lived in Santa Monica for a half year now, it still sometimes amazes me how close I live to 3rd St. Promenade, the beach, and the famed boardwalk of Venice. I remember back when I was in high school, and my parents and I were looking at beach houses, and they instantaneously rejected a nice place near the Huntington Beach boardwalk due to the noise, crowds, etc. As a hormonal 16-year old, I was obviously disappointed, making the safe assumption that I'd never be remotely successful enough to buy/rent a place that close to the beach on my own. Well, whaddya know? Here I am, 5 blocks from the beach, and a short jog away from the Santa Monica Pier and the Venice boardwalk. Sure, it's loan checks paying the rent, but hey, I couldn't get loan checks unless I proved myself capable of paying them back someday, right? Rising subprime defaults my ass...