I hit up the ARC today with Martin. That fool hasn't gone for weeks now, hehe. If he goes more often, I'll have a spotter. We planned on checking out Mars, but as we made our way towards the observatory, there was a massive traffic jam with police lights flashing all over the place. We didn't realize everyone was trying to get to the observatory until we drove around and saw car lined up to the parking structure off Campus. Martin parked there and we ran up until we got to the hills. I didn't want to get my shoes all messed up, but I just ran--carefully--in my new basketball shoes (not the best shoes to run in) all the way uphill until it felt like my lungs were ready to collapse. The whole time we were dodging people on the way up. There were gangs more people out in the hills. I think the line stretched maybe a quarter mile for the observatory telescope. We got tired of waiting and followed the hundreds of people cutting and cut again in a line for an ameteur telescope. The actual image I saw was only as big as a raisin, but I could make out the polar ice cap and the dark spots on the surface. I guess it's just one of the experiences where you can say "I was there."

Afterwards I made some shakes and went over to his place afterwards. He cooked some damn good chicken and even hooked me up with some leftovers. I love free food. Well, technically I owe him a haircut. I watched Russell Simmon's Def Poetry Jam over there. Man, I love that show. There's something so refreshing about television that actually challenges you and makes you think, instead of crap that just holds your attention long enough so you don't change the channel. Which brings me to to my next point: MTV isn't so bad as long as you avoid watching during the daytime hours. I'm so tired of TRL and what middle America wants to see. Maybe I should just stay away from TV all-together while the sun is out. And with my new stock of leftovers and music I want to download (damn RIAA bastards for trying to kill one of the best things to happen to music at large), tomorrow I'll avert my eyes from television until after sunset and start looking for a job. Sixteen months of unemployment makes a man a lazy man.