Vote Our Own Adventure


This is a Vote Our Own Adventure story. Read the story, then go to DJTraySquat on Facebook or e-mail me at and let me know what our character should do next.

Terror struck. In a tiny room, a tiny walk-in closet sized room, Ben stood stunned. He is boxed into a bright white shoebox. Not knowing how he got here, Ben reached out his hand to touch the wall. Hoping to knock, find a weak spot in the wall, he 6 instead stirred up a cloud of swirling colors. It was like watching paint swirl, but creepier. This wispy smoke swirled around the spot he had put his hand. On instinct he reached up, tried to keep it contained. But, as he put up his hands, the colorful dust settled. And, there, was a window in front of him. Outside the window was just bright white. Ben turned to the side, and put out his hands. The side of the room expanded to a hallway. “Weird,” he marveled as he wondered what was done to him, that he is seeing this strangeness. A pure white hallway lay before him. He slowly braved the hall, step by step. Putting his hands out, to the side and in front of him to see what would happen. Yellows, blues, purples all followed him, wisping around him like food coloring diving into a glass of water. He paused to look back. Behind him was completed hall. It was dimly lit, and fully furnished now. Earth tones now decorated the space. Comfortable chairs, that begged to be rested on. A full suit of armor stood in the corner. Baffled, Ben slowly turned toward the direction he was walking. He stopped dead in his tracks. “What the-“ he exclaimed, because standing directly in front of him on the wall of the hallway in between where he’d been and where he was going, was half a fire place. And, it was burning. To one side of the hallway, bright white nothing, to the other, a room as lived in as anyone’s. Ben marveled at the dancing flames, that came to an abrupt, straight-edged, stop. It was as if something bright white was directly in front of the flames. Ben couldn’t stop staring. He ruined the effect, accidentally, as he raised his hand while amazed at what lay before his eyes. Suddenly the swirling colored mist filled in the other half. He turned toward the rest of the hallway, spinning and twirling, dancing along with the mist as the empty room had life breathed into it. BOOM. He hit the wall, or door rather. Because suddenly there was a door in front of him. Suddenly terror struck again, should he open it? Should Ben turn around, to the left, or right? Should he try and find a way up or down?

I’m DJ Tray Squat

If you liked this, listen to my show, Poli-Psycho, every wednesday night at 7pm on If you would like to vote for what our character should do next, or you would like to show off your own writing, musical talents, or anything that can be heard through the airwaves, contact me for a chance to be on my new segment: The Hornet Showcase. I’m DJTraySquat on Facebook, or you can e-mail me at

Cookbooks Are Checklists

2015-11-01 09.27.58Cookbooks are relevant. Trust me.

You look at a cookbook, you browse through the pages and see tons of tempting dishes that appeal to you. You dog ear the pages that interest you with full intentions to go back and make that dish. But you don’t. Each page you dog ear is a promise you make to yourself that you almost always break. It’s a conscious thing, too. You are fully aware that you more than likely will not make the sweet potato casserole with lemon zest dumplings. It’s just not going to happen. We think to ourselves, “This looks great! I’ll have these people over and make these things. It’ll be fantastic.” But do you? More than likely not. Do we truly WANT to carryout these plans, but life gets in the way OR do we know deep, deep down that the plan will never be reality the second we make it..yet we make it anyway.

Same goes for any plans really. We make them to break them. It’s our habit, it’s our hobby, but it’s truthfully become our lifestyle.

There’s a notion that there is so much time, time to spare even. If you really stop to think about it, time seems like an old friend. You’ve experienced a lot because of it, you’ve watched your family bloom with time, maybe time has healed you in some way or another. The point is, time is always there, but you won’t be. Putting off goals and plans and dreams is just another way of cheating yourself out of a quality life. Maybe it’s the little promises that we break that equal a quality life as well as time spent wisely. Perhaps we’re breaking the very thing that’s holding us together.

Each time we let one item slip through the cracks, we do not hesitate to find something new to fill it’s gap in our schedules. We are moving on to “big”, WAY BIGGER things. Constantly chasing our tails because, well, we can…and nobody told us not to. Every second of spare time we have gets violated and reformatted to take on a new responsibility and get sucked in to the vortex of obligation. We forget about what we’re sacrificing when we make those split second commitments. We lose sight of our little commitments and brush of our initial plans. Do we truly want to carryout these plans but life gets in the way OR do we know deep, deep down that the plan will never be reality?..yet we still make plans.

Perhaps mentally making these plans, or as I like to put it “little promises,” is a way for us to satisfy our desire to enjoy ourselves without actually doing so. We entertain a notion of a false fulfillment that holds us over only momentarily until our brain passes it off along with the other whims that flash through. We think we’re being strategic with creating events/goals/dreams, but maybe we’re creating a void instead because “We’ll get back to it”. It’s like pre-heating the oven without ever putting the chicken in. You won’t be able to enjoy what you don’t put energy in to. We are enabling ourselves to be less accountable…plus you’re wasting a perfectly good chicken. Regardless of it being a meringue pie recipe or telling yourself you’ll go to the gym more, we make checklists that fall short EVERY TIME.

It’s the little things that matter, and often times, it’s the little things that get shrugged off. People weren’t kidding when they said the devil is in the details because it most certainly is. Deviled eggs without paprika are just boiled eggs that have been re-purposed. The little hint of paprika that is called for in the recipe (plan) makes all the difference. Those little plans, little details, little whatevers are what we need most. They might be small, but we can’t lose sight of them.

If we keep looking ahead at the bigger picture we’ll miss what’s right in front of us. Don’t allow yourself to be left with check-less checklists of what you hoped to accomplish in your lifetime. Make your life count. Give those little things a bigger time slot, and add a little spice.

Mia Kagianas a DJ at KSSU

Why Theatre?

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Being a first year student, I already knew what major do I want to go in, but I wasn’t too sure what I really wanted to do in the field. What I had decided to get into is Theatre. How did I come about that choice? Well, let me just bring everything back before I even gotten into college.

At first, I didn’t have any ideas what to do in the theatre. All I ever knew was just working behind the scenes, being a part of the crew and production. I was interested in being a part of the theatre because I treated this major like student government, which was what I experienced my entire time in high school. Being in student government, I am used to working in teams to get a task done. That was how the system always worked. We would set up and outline ideas for a show like school events and rallies. We would run rehearsals for the events. Everything’s all practiced and planned, so when the day came, we put the show out. Even if we messed up, we continued to get the show running. That’s my favorite part of being in student government. Help the needs and then run the show by observing everything and everyone. For what I want was to find a major that I can do something similar to that. Theatre was a way for me to continue that group work to put up a show.

Coming into Freshmen Orientation, I had that mindset on. I then finalized that I was able to go into becoming a stage manager for the show. I was always leading the students in student government like a stage manager would do and I was always just watching in action. That was my motivation for the first time. Stage Manager sounded really great and exciting. You get the chance to run everything yourself this time. In September, there was even an offer for stage manager position from department chair of Theatre for the upcoming play that she was directing. I really wanted to do it, but I thought hard about my consequences of if I took on this path. Yes, it would be fun to experience of being the stage manager, but would I be able to handle the stress? I was taking two lecture class and a seminar class. That I knew right away, I wouldn’t stand a chance. It’s not because I had low expectations of my abilities, but I didn’t want to build stress in me. It was my first year and I didn’t want to push myself to the limits of being a stage manager. I passed up the offer. Did I regret it? No, I am thankful with my decision. There’s a long way for me to go and if I really wanted to do this, I probably will or will not.

At the time, I had no idea what to do now with theatre. I was unsure, and it is fine to be unsure about your major, especially when you’re just a first year. I just decided that stage managing is not the right time now, so I just thought to stick with my original idea of being a part of the crew. It wasn’t until I began taking Theater History 2 this semester with Dr. Pomo when I discovered my admiration with costumes. In this course, I had definitely fallen in love with Sanskrit Drama, Yuan Drama, and the Japanese Drama (Noh, Bunraku, and Kabuki). Their costumes were amazing. The Sanskrit Drama were full of arts because of how the actors and actresses move around gracefully with their colorful costumes. I find that so catchy because the color represents their character. This goes the same with the Yuan and Japanese Drama. The colors are symbolic to a specific character trait like green stands for demon and black stands for courageous. The Asian Theatre is just too beautiful to pass up. With the love of the colors and designs, I decided to take costumes as my concentration in my major.

When people questioned me, “You’re a Theatre Major? Do you like to act?” When I answer no and explained that I am interested in the production. The next question would be, “Do you want to be a director?” No, no, not anymore. I am into stage managing and all of those good stuffs, but I am not focused in that. I tell them specifically about the interested of costuming and styling. For this concentration, there are skills I have to know. I have to learn how to sew. I’ve done sewing a few times because I try to tailor my long pants, but it never turned out to look professional. Instead, it looked really lame. I also need to understand specific of fabrics and tools, all the needs I need to understand. Speaking of which, I am thinking about becoming a Fashion minor. That way, I can further build onto my costume knowledge. That is the plan.

I am able to connect Theatre and Student Government together. It’s all of natural thing to do when I get into a group together and work things out. I get to associate with more people and can get closer. I am so proud of saying that I am a Theatre Major because I love how the entertainment can present stories and folktales into a production play that is artistic. Theatre is a form of art that expresses emotions through dialogues, music, dance, and simply just a playwright. I don’t care if Theatre does not make high incomes like other majors do. This field is all about understanding and appreciating the art.

Looking at me, of course, you wouldn’t expect my interest of being a Theatre Major and being a Fashion Minor. I mean, just look at my style. I do not match to be those types, but don’t judge anyone on the outside right? It’s just something I’ve been thinking and reflecting on myself. This is what I am looking forward to do. Even if I had no idea at the beginning as a new Theatre Major of what I was going to do, I know that I have made a choice that’s my own.Thanks to Theatre History 2 Lecture class, I was able to plot these out. I’m satisfied with my decision.

DJ Alexx is a dj at KSSU

My thoughts on KSSU


KSSU – Sacramento State’s very own student run radio station. What I have learned and experienced from my time here has truly been amazing, and I wanted to take this time to talk a little about my time here at KSSU.

I am not sure what exactly made me apply to be a DJ in the first place, however I am sure it had to do with my love of music and people. This seemed like sort of a perfect fit for me to share my passion and enthusiasm for music with all of you. I was also drawn to the station because I had initially done some research on KSSU before applying and it looked like an amazing group of people who enjoy working together, as well as being a part of the Sacramento State community.

I was a bit intimidated as well, however, given this impressive work record and prestigious place in college radio. Nonetheless, I decided to apply and see what happened. So I did, and here I am. The process was rather straight forward, and I have no complaints. I think that the hiring process (if it can be called that for unpaid folks like me) was as easy and logical as it could be, and from the moment that I set foot in the KSSU offices, I was made to feel right at home.

But then came the first day. That day when you realize that you actually have to fill an hour with content and think to yourself, dear god, what have I gotten myself into! But after the first few shows, I began to find my groove. I started to experiment with what music I played, what order I played PSA’s and talked, or even changing up the ratio of talking to music for a particular show.

I am still not one hundred percent confidant about my show, but I certainly have come a long way from that first day when I timidly entered the studio with a USB drive of some music and a vague idea of what it was I wanted to accomplish. I think, perhaps, that the point of KSSU is exactly that. The ability to find your own voice and to pave your own path. The very anxiety of that first show transitioned into the competence of my shows now.

There is still a ways to go, for me at least. Twelve shows is hardly time to find my footing proper. I do hope to continue my show over the summer, but we’ll see. Since I am a graduating senior, this may just be goodbye. I hope that this goodbye will not be an end. While I may no longer be on the air Tuesday afternoons, KSSU will most definitely continue to broadcast from the tiny studio in the University Union of Sacramento State. Brave new DJ’s will take my place, build up their own shows and audiences, and share their message with the world. That is, I think, the greatest thing about KSSU. The ability for us as students to share our voice with whoever will listen, and to shape the very future of a little internet radio station known as KSSU.


David is a DJ with KSSU

Stress & Summer Bods.

Tostada is vegetables right?

A Tostada counts as vegetables right?

So, that time of the year is coming. The season where weather starts getting out of control, clothes start shedding, and pool parties start happening and guys and girls everywhere start showing off their Summer Bods. I started working out this month at Crunch Gym (9.95 a month, what??!) and I know that once I get into the swing of things, I’m going to have to be consistent. My dad keeps on telling me that consistency is key, and he’s right. Luckily, I have found a reliable gym partner who is there to motivate me to do better. My so-called gym partners in the past have only liked the idea of having a gym membership and wanted to take selfies in the mirror with “#GymFlow” in the caption. But anyways, as mentioned before, my dad believes that I need to be consistent and keep pushing towards my goals. He has been pretty concerned about my health as of late.


About a month ago, I was having really bad cramps, so I took a hot shower with hopes that it would soothe them. However, it wasn’t working and I began shivering, so I kept turning up the heat. The hotter the water got, the colder I started to feel and the more I started to shiver. The shivering kept intensifying and I started to feel the walls closing in on me. Yeah, I was having a panic attack. Luckily, my mom was home and she heard me hyperventilating and crying and helped me out. College is kind of evil…It helps you get an education and opens you up to so many opportunities, but if you let it, it will BREAK you at times. This is the second time I’ve ever had a panic attack in my entire life and it was just as terrifying as it was the first time. Ever since then, my dad found out about it and he started looking up ways to ease stress and stuff. Of course, the number one cause of my stress was my unhealthy diet.

I mean, I am pretty active already. I am seriously the most active lazy girl you’ll ever meet. I dance, walk, and I workout from time to time BUT, that doesn’t really mean much without a proper DIET. So now, my dad is cracking down on what I eat. He wants me to incorporate fruits and veggies into my diet and start eating more healthy and stuff…but this is so HARD. I mean…have you tried my mama’s cooking? Nope. You have not. If you did, you would understand why it’s hard to not eat what I eat. But, it’s something I have to do. I can’t be sent to the ER again…not again. I’m still young and I can change my life. I know I can. I just need to focus and NOT spend every dollar i get on fast food. I can do this. And for anyone who is reading this blog going through the same struggle and journey that I am going through, you can do it too.

xoxoBrandiMarie. is a dj with KSSU

“Matriarch” by Veil of Maya Album Review


Veil-of-Maya-Matriarch-artwork-600x600So here I am, chilling in my philosophy class before the professor shows up. I whip out my iPod and check out the channels I am subscribed too. I mostly use YouTube for finding new music and cool skate videos. Browsing through the videos, I noticed that Sumerian Records put out the whole new Veil of Maya album “Matriarch” and I about exploded. I had to sit for an hour and fifteen minutes anticipating the awesomeness of VoM. Luckily, I only stayed in class for about twenty minutes because class today was an optional Final Exam Study session. Who needs to study for finals anyways? I’ll just wait until the day before my finals.

So I had already heard a few songs from the Album and had already been in love. The rest of the album was fantastic as well. I did not even need to listen to the entirety of each song before clicking to the next and welcoming in frission (where you get goosebumps from good music). There was the usual VoM stuff; technical math-core (complicated song structure), drop tuned guitars, and ominous background sound effects. VoM threw in some new stuff such as clean vocals (in comparison to the low gutturals from the “Common Man’s Collapse” Album), guitar melodies in the higher registry, and an overall album theme, hence the name “Matriarch”. Before the album was released, my favorite of the leaked songs was Mikasa, which also had a music video. There was heavy breakdowns, awesome never-before heard clean vocals, and an overall empowering feeling brought forth by the entire band.

Looking at the track listing, each song is named after Matriarchs or powerful women, both fictional and non-fictional. In one of the YouTube comments, someone even mentioned that one of the song names is a very threatening character from an action anime. I took the Youtuber’s word and moved on to the music. I will have to say that my favorite song, other than the leaked ones, would have to be “Daenerys”. I have no idea where the name Daenerys comes from, but it did not spell check me on Microsoft Word, so it is legit. Anyways, the song starts out really light with some nice moving around on the guitar. It then goes into a two-measure guitar solo before the vocalist pops in and the song takes a more serious turn. With some power chords blasting right into a heavy breakdown, Veil of Maya shows off what they are known for. Right after are some clean vocals from their new vocals, which were pretty impressive by the way. The chorus is repeated throughout with some technical instrumentals in the background, before closing the song with a guitar solo build up to more cleans and a mini breakdown. Finally, a guitar playing a riff in the higher register ends out the song.

Most of the time I listen to music on YouTube except for when I really like a whole album, which I purchase to support the band. Veil of Maya, I’m going to support you and buy your new album “Matriarch” when I get home tonight.

Thanks for reading everyone!

I may or may not have a show during finals week due to, well, finals. However, check out and listen to other DJs do their stuff!

Much Love,


Sylvan Esso – A Concert Experience


Just a couple weeks ago I went to a concert I think you guys should know about. And I’d like you to know that I will check my jazz snobbery at the door. The group is called Sylvan Esso, an indie pop duo from Durham, North Carolina composed of Amelia Meath on the mic and Nick Sanborn producing, and they are currently blowing the socks off of the indie AND dance scene. Their eponymous record has been out for a year and it is easily my favorite record of 2014. It’s unique beats, harmonic complexity and utter danceable nature made me watering at the mouth to see these two at the Fillmore Theater in the city.

For starters, the Fillmore is an awesome venue. It fits about 1,200 underneath the many chandeliers in a mostly standing room space so no spot is a bad spot. However, my lady and I got there early and snagged an excellent piece of front row real estate.

The opener was a group from Oakland called Naytronix. They were a quirky duo sporting jump suits and playing spacey, trance, yet oddly danceable electro-pop perfect for your music loving buddy. Being right in front, this means you bear the full the brunt of the speakers so if you don’t want your ears to sound like there’s a mosquito stuck in them, bring a pair of earplugs along to dampen the noise – or stuff paper towel in them like yours truly.

Then Sylvan Esso came on and absolutely nailed it. Their tunes were even cooler with all their improvised sections and additional layers that made the air wet with sound. It was especially neat to see the two of them look up and smile at each other when they did something the other hadn’t heard before. It gave the music a fresh quality. I walked away with a whole new appreciation for their music. At the end, everyone in the place was dripping with sweat because they left you with no choice but to get down.

But let’s not forget Amelia’s stellar dance moves. Damn, that girl can work it.

Devan is a dj with KSSU

An Unexpected Inspiration

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Beginning Drawing, a class of few limitations. Never would I have imagined a college level art course to be as simple and as daunting as the one that I’m enrolled in.The class itself is founded upon freedom of expression–a concept that I have yet to master. I realized early on that this class would potentially be one of the more challenging courses I would take in my college career as an International Business and Pre-law student. Our final project quickly approached as we were given the requirements of a completely open ended assignment. We were to create a piece using any medium we desired of anything we desired.

Out of the endless avenues to choose from, how was I supposed to pick only one thing that inspired me? Thousands of inspirations find their way into my mind each and everyday, and now I was forced to channel one of them. Being the impulsive, ambitious, and impatient person that I am, I had much difficulty discovering a way to approach this nightmare of an exam. I went into this final project without a single clue as to what I wanted to create; I figured I should wait for inspiration to strike, however, I’ve found that inspiration only strikes when one allows it to. Like most assignments I take on, I realized I had to distract myself from directly analyzing the possibilities for this final, which would dig me in to a deeper hole. Once I began the in-class assignment of an unrealistic twist on an object in the class room, it occurred to me that I was trying too hard to make something that was not at all reflective of me. I was not pushing an idea that allowed me to express myself as an individual nor was I pushing an idea that I was completely comfortable with. In this, I had the opportunity to reflect on a manner of art I related to—one that I felt comfortable presenting as my final accomplishment in this course.

Historically, I gravitated to pieces that depict strong women in an unusual harmony with wildlife. While consulting with a fellow classmate regarding the endless possibilities of this project, I was given the idea to use my zodiac sign, Sagittarius, for inspiration. My mind had burst out into several directions; I had finally hit something that would satisfy my personal taste in artwork. The inspiration had finally struck. I began brainstorming different takes on the half-man/woman half animal properties of a Sagittarius by looking to sea creatures and potentially rearranging the traditional idea of this zodiac. I ended up playing it rather safe by going with a half woman, half deer  by utilizing black ink markers and water color paints to add contrast to the whiteness of the paper—a technique that I commonly visit. As demonstrated in the piece, I wanted to incorporate the sense of movement among the Sagittarius—demonstrating their desire for action, independence, and incessant ambition. The woman depicted in the piece is seen with her arms in the air which symbolizes her in pursuit of something unforeseen, a natural sense of curiosity and hunger for life. Being the impulsive, ambitious, and impatient person that she is, I realized that the Sagittarius that I had created was a twist on a portrayal of myself born from an unexpected inspiration.


When Mia isn’t drawing portraits of half deer half humans she’s a DJ for KSSU

Death Cab For Cutie: Kintsugi Review

death-cab-for-cutie-kintsugiKintsugi def. is the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, a method similar to the maki-e technique. As a philosophy it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.


It’s also the title of the latest work from indie rock giant, Death Cab for Cutie. It is the first album released from the group since the departure of founding member and guitarist, Chris Walla. Walla’s exit from the band and the title of the album are not at all unrelated. The band is broken, but frontman Ben Gibbard refused to let that hinder their musical ability. And boy, did they deliver.

The whole album is laced with an undertone of sadness and distance most likely related to Walla’s departure and Gibbard’s love life – possibly still recovering from his divorce with Zooey Deschanel in 2012. Gibbard’s ability to convey his emotions musically and lyrically is absolutely unparalleled. For this album this is especially true for the tracks, “No Room in Frame” and “Hold No Guns.” Both are incredibly sincere and you can hear the intent behind the lyrics in the timbre of his voice alone.

Their album prior to Kintsugi, Narrow Stairs, Death Cab made it a point to create a less guitar-centric record. Kintsugi, however, is definitely a departure from that. It still plays with cool sounds and pushes the limits of electronic textures in a standard rock band setting. Something Ben Gibbard is not uncomfortable with based on his side project, the Postal Service.  New textures aside, Kintsugi is still so inherently Death Cab. Their mark is left in all the tracks and it makes you nostalgic for “The Sound of Settling” and “We Laugh Indoors.” The guitar lines that pop, the brilliant Ben Gibbard pre-chorus, and the memory of their 90’s grunge days are all things I love about this band.

Like most of my blogs, this leads me to a nearly unrelated diatribe. Death Cab for Cutie continues to produce music with a certain factor that a lot of modern bands don’t: authenticity. This is something I feel very strongly about and so I end up discussing it a lot, and this is mostly a criticism of the modern pop music machine. A lot of “artists” perform a song, it gets publicized, tons of radio play, and the record company makes a killing. The song goes out of style and the artist is chewed up and spit out by the public. This has cultivated a one-hit-wonder culture in our country that is ruining the music business. A Top 40 artist might produce an album, but that’s only used as a vehicle to deliver their single to our ears. Kintsugi is so carefully stitched together by the band, you can hear every sound, every bass drum hit has a purpose. That’s the kind of music industry that I’d like to see put in place. And there are artists out there that I can make it happen. I believe in you.

Devan is a DJ with KSSU; thoughts and opinions of the DJ may not reflect the station as a whole.

Zelda Over Finals


The best way to prepare for finals is not at all.

Just kidding.

That’s terrible.

I only have two “real” finals. “Real” meaning using scantrons, studying from a study guide, and bringing in a notecard. The real finals are for philosophy and geography, so it is probably a good idea to study and bring in notecards. However, I work two jobs, so studying does not really seem like a good idea when I could be sleeping or getting music for my show or even playing Zelda, because Zelda: Skyward Sword is taking too long to finish. I will probably study an hour before my classes and put some chicken scratch writing on a tiny index card. Seems like the best option.

For my other two classes, Music and Theatre, we have “different” assignments. “Different” meaning not using notecards, scantrons, or formal study guides. In theatre, we all passed around papers, writing one entry on a paper about a given dialogue. You cannot write your name, and you have to write about whatever the professor says. For example, he says write a name and greeting and you write “What’s up, my name is Gregorio.” You can make it normal or comedic. We did this for ten entries, then opened up the paper. There are a bunch of ridiculous things written, but for our final we have to tie in all ten entries and turn it into a monologue that makes sense. We then perform the monologue in front of the whole class. Good thing I have some experience acting, or else I would die. As for Music class, we have a choice of playing a solo or a duet. The duet has two options: two moderate songs or on hard song. The solo is just a choice of three hard songs.

So yeah, my finals are not going to be too hectic. I just have to make sure I beat Zelda before finals week so I can focus. If not, I will be tracing and retracing my steps trying to find the next dragon in my mind while I’m sitting in class.

Thanks for reading! For more shenanigans and random subjects to talk about (along with some great music) listen to my show “Shred the Gnar” on every Tuesday morning at 8 o’ clock!

Much Love,



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