Ay, ay, ay.

Brian Gimmillaro. Face the music. And be honest.

Your ladies were not ready for San Diego. I don’t what excuses you have, they know they got their butts beat in a 3-0 sweep, the third game being a farce because they gave up.

I think we have to send out the men’s team the next time we face these maidens, because they deserve to get their comeuppance if we can give it to them.

Live and learn. If they don’t, the Stanford match on Saturday could be over in less than an hour…with minutes to spare. Prepare yourselves.

Aside from the futility, I am proud to say that once again, the Los Angeles Angels have found their winning form, while the Long Beach Armada’s chances of winning the Golden Baseball League title are thrown into oil…turmoil, that is. 4-3 loss, and we are on a losing streak.

Meanwhile, the Angels win, and the El Camino Warriors are picked to win the Mission Conference. Stay tuned for details in the Mayhem blog.

I will look back at the Summer Session II as one that had its ups and downs, but in the end, resulted in the stage being set for The Final Push. In Management 300, I received a B after solid results on three out of four exams (more on the fourth one in a bit), and perfect scored on the team presentation and my portfolio-the non-quiz portion, that is.

The down of that class were the final exam and the quiz portion of the portfolio. First, I’ll talk about the final. Oh man, was that a fast one pulled by my instructor. Let that be a lesson for him not to use the eBook for the final. It’s just an ass-faced way to lower the scores. I couldn’t even get half the questions right. An illiterate, malnourished 1^st-grader from Janjaweed-infested Darfur could get a better score on this one than me…it was THAT bad. 23 out of 50. Some poor, unfortunate, youthful souls would get shot or hanged for showing these results to their parents. That being said, I wasn’t expecting a high score on the quiz portion of the portfolio. 13 out of 20.

Well, at least I got more than half the questions right on that one.

Business Law 320 saw me get another B, and that came from a nice curve from my instructor. Looking at the numbers, the magic number for my final was 32. I ended up getting 38 out of 50 on the final. This was higher than the other two exams (32, 27). This has to be foreign to me, because I don’t usually get a higher grade in the Final than the other exams in my classes, but it seems I did well enough to get a B. Oddly enough, in my junior college Business Law class, I also got a B. This letter seems to be the bane of my existence.

Of course, getting a perfect case brief score (30 out of 50) and a near-perfect group project score (29 out of 30) didn’t hurt, either.

Peter Perbix, a person who directs Disabled Student Services, thought I was crazy to do two classes in one session. I think he will be surprised to find out that it was: been there, done that, and got B’s.

I think my GPA might go down a bit, but not by much. The Fall 2007 semester it at hand.

A couple of dreams to share: I dreamt that Cal Poly was gloating at us because they have a football team, and we didn't.

I also had a dream, actually, a nightmare that one of my superiors at AX, an executive from SPJA named Joyce Lim, was murdered by having her head smashed with a hammer by her ex-spouse. I saw it, and just had to flee. No offense, Joyce, but I saw the hammer, a long one, and I got out of the way, because he didn’t want to smash my head, and the blood just spurted out, SPLOOOOSH! And my heart began to sink.

I think I have to quit viewing Dead Man Eating for while.

Djobi, Djoba...

Interesting dream. I was with my business partners, and they were talking about the fact that my belly was shrinking, and that the fat had gone instead to my chin. I was in a hotel in Vegas, when I found out this was the hotel were the Gipsy Kings would be the main event for a celebration of flamenco music. I passed my murals and photos of the performers, and even passed by a tribute to the band. I saw the band pass by, all of the Reyes and Baliardo brethrer, and was able to travel with them to the third floor, but in the nick of time, because I slipped on the surface, and I had to jam my arm to open the door.

When we got to the third floor, the band passed by some security. I thought they were preparing for the concert later tonight (they had 5 to 6 hours before the show began), but one of my colleague explained that they would be having lunch in Wyoming first, then come back to do the show. He also pointed out that my dress was a bit less professional, since I was wearing khakis instead of black slacks. I told him my slacks are 3 hours away in my house in North Las Vegas. I had to get them back.

And then I woke up, finding out I slept for nearly 12 hours, at 2 p.m. in the afternoon and waking up at 1:00 a.m. in the morning. Ironically, I saw an article on Diego Maradona overeating and getting hospitalized.

Could you believe that?

Weird dream, but a colorful one.

This was one of the few dreams I can remember in full.

The dream started with the Moon Angel Troupe going on another of their missions, Milfeulle was hanging on to a ladder connected to a truck that Vanilla was driving. The truck was passing through a boggy swamp that was 6 foot deep of mud and water. She almost lost her grip, but when they got to the other side, the ladder lowered so Milfie could land.

So the team went to this house that had another of the lost technology tidbits they were looking for. Forte, Ranpha, and Mint were searching one room, Vanilla (with Normad) in another, and Milfeulle was looking in one room, where she stumbled on a large pink, cute, bag. Hey eyes were turning to stars, and she was madly blushing, because it was the cutest, most gorgeous looking bag she had ever seen. So, Milfeulle was about to touch it, when…the bag swallowed her whole! Save for a flower from her headband that the bag spitted out.

The bag had grown eyes and a face. Indeed, Milfeulle (as the bag) was pouting, saying, “Nande~~~!? Why the heck am I inside this bag?” So she opened herself to find some appendages. She used a scissor and pliers for arms, and two scalpers for legs.

Soon afterward, the bag swallowed everyone else, and it turned into Ranpha wearing a gorgeous, long-flowing yellow dress, and she was wearing high-end lipstick. She was about to be engaged to this hot guy that the was talking to-her “dream guy”-but the lost technology was about 6to be destroyed, so she kissed the guy and whispered as tears flowed from her eyes, “I’m sorry.” She vroomed like an engine, spat out a little bit of blood that turned into a shadow impression of Ranpha dancing in her dress, with a ribbon underneath, and blasted off, going through the guy and killing him in the process, and blasted through the roof off the house.

From there, Ranpha exploded, turning into her and the other angels flying their respective frames, and the ending credit of that scene was the original Galaxy Angel game logo, with the Moon Angels’ emblem, accompanied by the anime series’ typical fanfare music.

In this dream, I watched all of A, AA< st="on">Vatican, on Via Fiorentina, whatever that was. But GA in the Vatican? Unbelievable.

The final part of my dream was that me and the other members of my fraternity were climbing up and down this large jungle gym. One part of the course had me go through a hole, crawl through a gauntlet, and go out the other hole. Unfortunately, I couldn’t squeeze through the hole (due to my large size, perhaps), so I went out a bigger hole to the side. The others were laughing. At the end of the course, we tied pink paper ribbons, each ribbons with our favorite maxim, on to end of the jungle gym. A large number of pledges were waiting for their first event on their road to being new members. We would lead the way.

And thus ended my dream.