So I got to go to the infamous Bboy Summit on Saturday. I heard the cyphers on Friday were totally raw, and I heard the battles on Sunday were...alright. Saturday was fun I suppose. I'm kind of surprised to be honest at the way it was organized. They kept breaking up the cyphers that were going to have 15 minute workshops in various styles. I mean, having workshops is dope, but when you get a good cypher going, breaking it up kind of kills the vibe. Got a lot of dope t-shirts though!
We went to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles afterwards. Apparently it's some kind of sacrilege that I've lived in Long Beach for four years and I've never gone to this restaurant. We went to the one in LA, and it was pretty damn good. But seriously, how can you really go wrong with roughly 3 million calories drenched in syrup on a plate? I never thought fried chicken and syrup would taste good together, but I have since been corrected. Would I eat there every day? Hell no. Only if I want to become a hippo. But it was quite tasty.
Now I face the joy of a group project. I hate group projects as it is. I mean...I can usually do this stuff much better by myself and I usually get screwed over in one way or another with group projects. Looks like I shouldn't try getting a job at a team-based company like Google. On this particular project, our professor has done next to nothing to explain it, given us the most minimal of directions, and put us in to groups too big to be feasible for something like this. On top of all that, he refuses to let us use conventional methods of communication. Which means, Google Docs. Not a bad application or anything, but seriously a pain in the neck if you don't want to use a google email address. So when I'm the one who has to put this whole dealio together and I can't even get into the damn group, it gets a tad frustrating. F*** group projects.
~Keiko
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