Why must Rolf remove the filth from Nana's finery?

I would like to take this moment, on the 29th of December, to celebrate Bryan Keith "Dexter" Holland's 40th birthday. It was on this day that Dexter Holland, cofounder of both Manic Subsidal and, later, The Offspring. The Offspring were my very, very first rock band. Ever. And, consequently, they are my very, very, favorite band. Dear Jesus. Thank you for Dexter and The Offspring and especially Americana.



Please take time to read this article. Que enlightening.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dexter_Holland

Swing Life Away

Jobs are doing just fine yea. The hours are getting to me, though. I have lots of homework to do and, quite frankly, i dont wanna do it. I dont think i will. it's just that simple. But on topic now. Jobs.

Neverland is great fun. Music selection is awesome. 120 CD's at my beck and call. It's alot of fun cos i have run of the store. I can do really whatever i want when there are no customers and even when there are i just kinda keep an eye on them and ask them if they need any help or if they want to look at the jewelry or write up their receipt. Thats another thing. There isn't a cash register, so i have to write up receipts and do all the math on an old adding machine. It's quite fun, except some people gets ancy and it makes me want to hurry up and if i hurry up and mess up i have to do it all again and it just gets into one big mess kinda like this run on sentence. Lotsa stuff to do and it's in an interesting neighborhood, if not a slightly tough one. We get alot of theives and it really sucks. I have to be really vigilant and im really just kinda tired of assuming that everybody is stealing and a lot of the times they are! This lady today just wooshed right in and if Ollie, who works at the liquorstore nextdoor, hadnt come in warning me, i might have missed it. And apparently if you're too rough with a theif, they might wait for you to get off work and then mug you. I wonder if i should start bringing my knife that i stole from house of prime rib. hehehe. ironic? yes. hypocritical? possibly. funny? most definately.

Jackson Personnel isn't working too well. I mean, they give me lots of work for what they have and they could give me more if i had more time available. For instance, last week they asked if i could work for Kaiser for a couple months, but i couldn't because of school and i was kinda angry. that was 15 bucks an hour, there. damn. oh well. nordstroms is doing alright but goddamn if it isnt the most boring work ever. and 9 hours a day! doing ties! GASLKDG. oh well.


i like neverland. i like it in general. but it's close to yoongi's house, too.

One Year <3


It makes me sad when i watch Offspring videos. Everybody has so much fun. There's that indescribable sense of comraderie that everybody has at their concerts that cannot be replaced with just any other band. Why can't they go on tour again? Please?

Squeaker

Old disney movies are so much better than the new ones. They're not pc at all. They just kill people left and right. Talk about guns and gambling and stuff. Not to mention the scores are alot better. Ruff.

Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced

Well, I'd have to say, I'm probably the biggest dork for blogging my first drinking experience but i need to write it all down and get it straight. So Kavi, being the cool guy that he is, bought us some Skyy with his "super legit" fake ID. After dropping off the car at my house, we bussed it back to Bob's and we played What the Fuck. It's like the Truth part of Truth or Dare. There's a book of questions and you use the dice to decide which question to read like "If I was dying, what food would i like to eat before i expired? Burrito? or Hamburger? And if the other players get it wrong they have to take a shot. I wasn't too good at the shots. I needed lots of chasers. But i suppose that part will come in time. I thought the others were faking their drunkenness at first. They were falling on the floor and laughing, but i could still walk straight. A bit later, though, i found it hard to turn around or go upstairs. Then came the lowered inhibitions. I actually called Lauren Esterle, even though I've called her, like, once in my entire life, and i can't remember her saying anything but "are you drunk" and i think i said "it's my first time". But she got a kick out of it. Also, I'm a lot more violent when im that drunk. I was hitting Levi when he fell cos i thought he was faking it. I feel really bad about that because I try so hard to remember how big i am and that if i get carried away, i can hurt somebody. But i guess the alcohol changed that. Then we tried walking down to West Portal and i'd rather not relate this part because it involves many people getting sick, on themselves and on me.

I think i've pulled a couple lessons from this escapade. Drinking is entertaining for a bit, until somebody's had too much. I really would have had more fun if i just got some pho or went to the party. Also, watch the fuck out before you drink. Make sure there's somebody around who cares about you and is sober (or skilled) enough to watch out for you. You could get into deep shit, otherwise. Lastly, peanutbutter does work to get the vodka out of your breath (thanks Kelsy).

Casa Bonita

I think the only person on this earth that i could ever marry is Sarah Silverman. She's smart, beautiful, and hilariously witty. And that smile. My god. Why the fuck did she marry that fatass Jimmy Kimmel. FUCKFUCKFUCK! SARAH HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?



So wild...

Davis

I feel like a Chinese kid applying for a UC. I have like 20 days left to finish my Syracuse application and I dont want to turn it in on December 30, cos i'll be playing over winter break. The only problem is the essay portion. "Write several sentences about each of the following: 1) Who or what influenced you to apply to Syracuse University? 2) What are your academic and career aspirations? 3) What is your most meaningful activity outside the classroom and why? WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF ESSAYS ARE THOSE!? THOSE ARE THE MOST BLAND AND IMPERSONAL STATEMENTS EVER! AND HOW THE HELL LONG IS "SEVERAL SENTENCES"? SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT I'M NOT GONG TO GET IN I SHOULD HAVE KILLED PINOCCI WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE! I guess i'm staying in the state...


I can't wait for Christmakkah this year. A perfect merger of Catholics and Jews. I don't say Christians because I'm sick and tired of those bastards damning my religion when it's pretty much the same as theirs. It's not even just when they do that. They always denounce the pagan interminglings of Catholocism, calling it "satanic". It was the culture of way-back-when, just like how like Souther Baptists sing gospel. And guess what, dipshits, Christmas is about as pagan as you can get, so dont get so hypocritical like you always are. Like you and being 'prolife' (bullfuckingshit you can't be prolife and endorse the death penalty); like you and believing in "the sanctity of marriage" (think about that next time you cheat on your wife); like you preach about helping the poor (AND JUST LOOK AT YOUR FAT ASSES). FUCK I HATE CHRISTIANS!

ANYWAY, 24 hours of A Christmas Story party and New Years Eve party.

Whack Fol De Dah

I was chilling, listening to my 90's rock collection, when all of a sudden i had a revelation. I am a 90's child. It's so sad. Why do i have to be at the top of my game now? Clearly i was made for the last decade. First of all, think of all the best teen movies made were all 90's teen movies. American Pie, 10 Things I Hate About You, Austin Powers 1 AND 2, and I'm going to count Dude Where's My Car because that's so not a millenium movie. Then there's the scene. Skateboarding, I never really got into, but all those indie skateboard films had to be made by somebody. Speaking of indy, i KNOW i'm not a millenium child because the millenium marked the switch from indie being an adjective synonymous with "startup" or "lowbudget" or "give 'em time, they'll be great", to an entire crappy genre. An indie album used to be the rookie card of rock music, but now it just means "followed by poser-bohemians/europeans". Offspring, Bad Religion, Pennywise... they were true musicians. Played from the heart, not the art. And finally, the biggest reason i belong in the 90's: Power Rangers. The real ones. No VR Troopers, no space rangers, or motorcycle rangers. Just Power Rangers.

My time has come and gone before I even had the chance to experience it. You guys, your time is now. Relish it. Some never see their golden age.

Grades Dropping...Hatred Increasing...Feeling Indifferent

No really. I must start caring. I had A's at the beginning of this semester. Actual A's, not PE or ceramics. I even had one in math! Now everything is a B and i feel sad. And then. I hate everybody. Because they wont shut up about stupid things. AND, i hate not being able to do anything when people feel bad. Don't you ever wish that you could do more than say 'sorry, that really sucks'. But you can't. And the world hates you for it. Or gets pissy about it.

Wedgehead

I was talking to Stina yesterday about beliefs, and you know those kinds of conversations are always fun. It was kinda weird how Stina was a really Shirlney-y christian like a year or two ago, and now she's the one implying to me that there is no reason in the universe. "When His Highness sends a ship to Egypt, is he bothered about whether the mice in the ship are comfortable or not?" she quoted from Candide. I don't know. But that explanation provides the given that there must a 'His Highness'. And if there is a God, for lack of a better word, I dont think it would be too far beyond his power to make sure we weren't assholes. Why wouldn't he? What if we evolved beyond his power? Then he'd have to watch his back. So he better start now, right? With rewards and punishments. Yes. There are too many of us, when i say us, i mean, humans, all animals that will hopefully have the chance to evolve, all the other planets that may or may not harbor life. Somebody's gonna be threatened by the creator, and we will destroy him if he doesn't put us in our place now. So that's how i justify existence, everybody will get what's coming to them, simply because it's necessary for Him to do so. Watch out God, we'll nuke you.

Fuck Yellow

So what happens when we die? Assuming that it is neither heaven, nonexistance, or simply being trapped in a grave for all of eternity, I guess we must be dreaming. Wouldn't that be great. One long dream. Nobody has ever had a boring dream, so you'd be occupied for the rest of the universe. Normal dreams are too short. Sleep, dream, fly, WAKEUPALARMCLOCK! But dreaming forever; who knows where you will turn up? What if you lived a good life, and as a reward, you got to have good dreams. People of worse character would have nightmares for eternity! How grand. I want to dream about flying. Forever. Fuck running. I can fly now...

Budtron

I like giving people my pictures, dont get me wrong, but i hate when people "call" them. Or even ask me for them. Like for boat I only have eight pics. I'm not going to make copies because you or anyubody else wants one. The only time i did, people were ungrateful and griped about "not getting an original". And there are too few to give to people that dont really matter. One for me, and a couple for friends who actually care about the people in the pic. Then for portraits. Jesus, those are expensive. I know there's tat whole trading thing, but if I don't really care for you then, so what? What will I care if i look back on your picture, years from now and i dont remember the name or the face even. "Oh yea, that girl! from like, senior year who i met!" How about, I give you one and if you like me, you can give me one too. No obligation. So really now, everybody. Just shut the fuck up and be happy for the friends who give you pictures on their own time. I am.

Poser, not poseur or however the fuck you spell it

Goddamn i hate rent. I haven't even seen it, the play or the movie, and i already hate it. Jesus Christ stupid musical posers. It happens everytime a musical comes out. Avenue Q was first. I mean, that was a great show, but nobody liked that kind of humor before it came out and got rave reviews. Really now, you expect me to believe that all of a sudden people find this type of funny humorous (i know that sounded a bit weird)? And then there was Wicked; great premise, great writing, great performers, but this is all just building up off the avenue q bandwagon. It would have continued if rent hadn't come out. Now people are listening to the soundtracks that they recently downloaded off iTunes and are boasting that they have always loved musicals, rent in particular. NO YOU HAVEN'T. look. it's a good musical (probably), it'll be a good movie, i might even remember it in 50 years. but STOP pretending like you care so that your friends can think you're cool. In fact, the only person that i want to hear talk about this movie is Andy Rothschild. So the rest of you: shut the fuck up.


Fucking posers. Fucking Steven. Fucking Jizzholes.

Where Are Your Converses Now?

I just realized who reminded me of this song.


I'm always thinking bad
I never have nothing good to say
I'd rather tear things down
Than build them up
It's easier that way
I hate the jocks
And I hate the geeks
I hate the trendies
But I also hate the freaks
I hate Dr. Martens
And Muscle T's
I'm only happy when I'm in my misery

It's cool to hate
Liking something's just a waste of time
It's cool to hate
Liking something's just a waste of time
Yeah I hate everything
I even hate me too
So fuck you


Oh WHY couldn't have Felix lent me Ixnay 2 months ago!? But nobody cares, so just remember that the Offspring pwned your ass since 1984.

Home for the Holidays

I do my best to console people. I can do pretty good, too. Especially if it has anything to do with lovers or life in general. But sometimes it's hard when i have to compare my life at home to other peoples. I can't really say anything because i have no idea what is right. I have never been in situations like those and all i can say is "it'll get better" or "you'll pull through" or "just be brave". What does that even mean? NOTHING. I wish i could say something that has meaning. Or even simulated meaning. But i guess if i can ride it out, everything will be better, for me anyway. Does that have anything to say for the situation? I dont know. I wish i could help more. I can't tuck people in every night.

Being Popular's So Unhip

Wow. Today was tiring. I mean, after the usual school and thing at home, i had to run a race. I thought it was just going to be a run. But NO! A freaking race! SLDKJG god. oh well. After Eddie gave me a ride to school, i found Mrs. B and she had my poster! Everybody signed it! It made me feel really special. Fuck. So queefed up. But oh well. I don't regret the play too much. I can't wait till XC is over. So close.

Arabian Nights

So the play is done. I did pretty decently after that one mess up. Me and my 20 lines or so. Oh yea. We even sang Arabian Nights and Ali Ababwa and every other Disney and videogame song imaginable. It's kinda sad that it's over, but o well. I wonder if im brave/stupid enough to try out for the musical. I hope it's Aladdin, then we'd have the set, the costumes, and the Aladdin already done! PRINCE ALI, FABULOUS HE, ALI ABABWA! But yea. I wonder, if i got involved in this earlier if I would have had a bigger part. But then, I'd probably have a different set of friends as well. No more XC friends or whatever. I'd be like, the outcast whiteguy. Ohh maybe not. But still fun to speculate.


Doo doo doo, dodo doo doo doo, dodo doo doo doo doo doo dododo.

Well sings thou, Cookoo? Or cease thou ever now.

Fuck. I hate having people console me with "it could have been worse", "just dont think about it", "nobody really cared". When will i have enough of it and do everything right? I will destroy all boundaries. I will EXPLODE with perfection. No more shaky recitals. No more forgetting lines. I cannot be less that absolutely astounding.

Finally

The Postsecret Book:





I can't wait.

Captain Hero

I always try to forgive people. It's not like people ever do bad things to me. Nobody actually commits crimes against me on purpose. It's always a joke or a fun thing or something. The only time i actually hate people, is when they've been annoying the fuck out of me. Steven, Iljin, and recently Ashley. Even if they annoyed the fuck out of me, I could still get along civilly with them. Example: Iljin. We don't really like eachother, and we know it. But we push that aside so we can function along side eachother. Steven holds grudges, okay, that's his fault, I've almost gotten over that. I guess at least he pretends like i dont exist so that while we may never communicate, we can still function alongside eachother (excluding having fun with mutual friends). But then Ashley is really pushing it. I really wish she'd stop alienating all the people who were on her side. First it was Levi. When she couldn't control him anymore, she started to act worse and worse to him. Then when i asked her for a bit of help with a certain something, she pretended like Levi never did anything for him. And she acts the same way to me, probably. But she hates me for being cheap. Which i am. But still, she hated me for not going to Odee's party cos i couldnt afford it. That's just her spoiled side coming out. She always tries to hurt me when she talks to me. Like, she's READY to insult me. Just give her the opportunity and she'll be there. Fuck you, bitch. Why don't you leave and go be allergic to something.

Similie

You know how that dentist got killed because his patient didn't like the way the dentist made his teeth look? Wtf about Dr. Jang. You know, from Dr. Jang and Associates. With the crappy commercials. Yea. Why doesn't somebody kill him? He has shit teeth and if he does the same kind of work like he does with his commercials, then chances are that he doesn't have a lot of happy customers. I'm keeping my eye on the obits for a while.

From Atlanta?

I thought this one brought up an idea. I think it's kind of funny how different men and women are. The postcard implies that an attractive woman not wearing underwear to church is a, excuse me, "naughty" deed. Why is that? If a man does not wear underwear to church, it simply irritates... Worst case scenario, your pubic hair get stuck in the zipper. But attractive women, no. God hates attractive women without underwear. I could see maybe if they wear a skirt, that may be considered dangerous... what was i talking about?

Mermabeast

I want to go on an adventure. Something like out of those books i used to read, or those dreams i used to have, or that semi-retarted kid from Stewart Little (and i dont mean Michael J. Fox, even though he had some pretty cool adventures in the past and future). Something that's different from going to class, or hanging around, or sleeping.

Remember Tom Sawyer's Island at Disneyland? Those were good times. Just running up and down on the rocks and bridges, through the tunnels, and shooting people in the fort was the best part. One time, my dad told me that the fat lady i shot fell into the water... and i believed him! It's not like i felt bad or anything, but i was surprised nonetheless.

You're always in for a surprise when you're dreaming. Sometimes you're in a forest, sometimes you're on a spaceship, sometimes you're in front of your house...but flying! It's cool to just explore the endless possibilities of your mind. You can do literally everything in your dreams. The best dreams are the ones where you're looking for something or for someone, or even to looking to save your own life; it just gives you a little direction.

Maybe I'm due for and EPIC adventure, like Frodo was or like those animals from "Homeward Bound". What could i save the world from? Bad music? Who could i save the lives of? The good citizens of the world? Who would be the bad guy? Coldplay? Maybe they would have a sidekick, Moby, most likely. How bad would they be? Ohhhh they're evil enough. What powers would they have? The powers to sedate people and warp their minds. What powers would i have? None of that power of love and friendship crap. I want a sword or lightning bolts or something, at least the power or RockandRoll.

Fuck school, fuck the day, fuck life. I want to live, not waste away... I don't want to sleep.

Take Topeka

Today was Ice Cream Nite and that shit was pretty cool. IceCream and FortMason, good combo as far as im concered. But as i was giving Levi a ride back to the sunset, he brought up an interesting subject. He was disappointed in some of the people he chose as friends. I must say, I feel the same way. Think about it, everybody has regrets, but some of my regrets have first and last names. I guess that i'm tired of it and i'll give you a couple peeps:

AP: I'm sorry, this was a big mistake. I mean he was a nice... no i take that back. I thought he was pretty cool, then i went to his house and saw how he treated his poor mother, and got used to how fucking mean he was to EVERYBODY, including people he didnt know. Plus he was a total downer. You know those people who think everything sucks. Jesus.

SH: It started out alright. But maybe it went too fast. Ex-g/f? No, just Steven. I had a fight with Iljin in which i was particularly mean about (with full right) and he broke up with me. For a while, i just continued thinking what i had always thought: He was just a pussy and he'd get over it. Turns out i was only half right, and now it's just built up to hatred. Iono. Remember that 'Recess' where that one kid doesn't like TJ? It's kind of like that. He's one of the few people who "genuinely hate me". I'd rather not know him than have him hate me.

NP: I regret this person the most. We used to be really, really good friends. Then I got fat and he became a short, napoleon complexed junkie jock. I know it was only k-12. But me made my life hell. I really wish i would have stuck up for myself back then. i could have done it now. I would have done it now. Oh man, i think it's appropriate that he's in boarding school in utah or whatever. I Hate You Nick Philliou


*edited to stop me being google pwned*

More people i hate later


Have someone you hate? Drop a line.

Jesus

Wow. Apparently, there is a wildwest style showdown in Florida. Yea, between the Alligators and the Pythons. When Pythons get to big, their owners abandon them in the Everglades, where they reach ginormous proportions. They are even a threat to the alligators. Of the documented Python/Gator encounters, most of them seem to be a draw, but check this shit out! This Python swallowed an Alligator WHOLE! But the Gator started digging with his feet and the python EXPLODED! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT!? Not only does Florida suck because of it's Governor and Hurricanes, but because THERE'S AN ALLIGATOR RIGHT BEHIND YOU BUT WAIT A PYTHON JUST ATE IT BUT WAIT THE PYTHON JUST FUCKING EXPLODED! Make sure to call any old people you know who probably live in florida and warn them to WATCH THE FUCK OUT FOR EXPLODING PYTHONS!

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051005/ap_on_fe_st/gator_python




And in cuter news:

http://abc.net.au/science/news/stories/s1473208.htm

Soggy Road Waffles

I guess it all started yesterday at Sati's party. Connie, um, offered to castrate me if i mentioned anything about soggy waffle to lina or courtney. Being me, it happened anyway. First i had to warm them up with Elephant. You guys remember that, right? Where everybody takes off their pants and gets in a circle and puts one thumb up the butt of the person to the right and one thumb in their mouth. Then you hop around in circles and if your thumb falls out, you gotta switch thumbs. Yea. I think i only got to explaining soggy waffle to Mayaan, but that's not important.

Today when i was trying to study for physio, Morgan pops up and sends me the link to 'soggy biscuit' on wiki. Very interesting, they didn't have Elephant, but they did have lots of variations of Soggy Waffle. As i was looking them all up, I came across something interesting.

Have you guys ever heard of Road Waffles? It's a great comic about nothing at all really. In fact, the only motif or pattern whatsoever is that nearly everybody gets killed. I cannot stop reading. Dootdootdoot. www.roadwaffles.com yayzers im out.

Dude

Best Fucking Week Ever. Yeehaw

Ginue Force?

Fuck DBZ, man. 5 minutes of fighting and the rest is just talking. It took like a month for the Sayans to come, and another two for Goku to get back then like three weeks to get to Namek. Then when they FINALLY get to Namek, it takes two months for them to even touch a dragonball cos Freeza's got them all. We're still waiting for Goku to get to Namek and it's been like two, three months. When he gets here, he better kill the ENTIRE Ginue Force as well as Vegeta and Freeza and NOT start the fucking show over again. I did not watch nearly half a fucking year of episodes to have it start all over again like in 7th grade. Shit.

Duel at 10 paces, bitch. I'ma callin' you out. Maybe we can get this sand out of your vagina before it's too late. That is assuming that Tracy doesn't come back to EAT me!



***

Okay so it wasn't a duel. It was more of a pleasegodihopedayubacksmeup. Steven didn't even talk to me. He directed all his comments to Dayu because I don't exist, apparently. Then Steven referred to me as an 'it'. "When something bugs me i just tend to ignore it".

I'm grateful Dayu backed me up... he practically carried my complaint. He's too good to me. I'm not too good of a friend i guess. Thanks buddy, I'll make it up to you.


***

In almost related news, i got an email from prutz with the subject "your committment". I need to start putting in 4 days a week, and he thinks so too. I feel so bad nowadays. XC just isn't what it used to be. I just want to stay in bed and not go to school. Nobody can touch me under the covers.

I'm dropping Art, too.

Sarah and Noname

I don't like cutting my fingernails. I DO like getting all the nasty stuff out from under them, but it's such a tradeoff. I don't having nasty dirt making my nails turn colors, but i don't like using the utility of them all either.

I sit here with shortened nails and why? so my fingers dont tap the keyboard? So i dont accidentally cut myself? So people dont say 'EWW!'? NO! Well, yes. I don't like the fact that I can't untie knots, I don't like the fact that I can't scratch my ass, and I DON'T like the fact that I can't pick my NOSE!

I HATE NAILCLIPPERS!

Roses

I feel good when i make other people feel special. Especially Yoongi. It's like I'm standing on top of the world. Nonono it's not like that. I never feel like that. I'd have vertigo or something. It's more a sense of...hmmm... it's more of the feeling that no matter what i do, i can't be wrong. Or scared. Or in danger. I'm RIGHT, I'm CONFIDENT, I'm SAFE, and I'm DOING it, bitch. Livin' the life, know what im saying? Who needs an asshole like Prutz when a dozen roses can do all this?

Hakkuna Mutatta, I Guess

Fuck the play
Fuck Cross Country
Fuck everybody who voted for a team captain
Fuck everybody who's quitting
Fuck Prutz
Fuck Prutz
Fuck Prutz



But most of all...
Fuck me...

Lucky

I <3 Yoongi
I <3 Dayu
I <3 Cynthia
I <3 Yoongi
I <3 Dayu
I <3 Cynthia
I <3 Yoongi
I <3 Dayu
I <3 Cynthia
I <3 Yoongi
I <3 Dayu
I <3 Cynthia
I <3 Yoongi
I <3 Dayu
I <3 Cynthia
I <3 Yoongi
I <3 Dayu
I <3 Cynthia
I <3 Yoongi
I <3 Dayu
I <3 Cynthia
I <3 Yoongi
I <3 Dayu
I <3 Cynthia
I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi I <3 Yoongi


I love you guys. Thank you. So very fucking much.

Alice is back

Club

It's official. The three people i hate most are:

THE GUY WHO KEEPS STEALING MY CAR
Prutz

I actually only had two, but what the hell,

Steven or JULIAN FUCKING HANDLE


Kharma sucks balls sometimes

Cerberus

You know, hell might not be so bad if you do whatever you want to do on earth and live a long time. Or maybe I'm wrong. All I'm saying is that I could go to hell just for the conversation I had with Tommy on the way back from Santa Cruz.

So I'm driving back with the other token white. No I shouldn't say that because that day was a very whitewashed day. Let's rephrase. So I'm driving back with another whiteboy. We both have our shirts off because it feels nicer and we're totally comfortable with our masculinity. Things got pretty fun, as we were two guys with nobody around to make us think we're perverts.

We were talking about certain asian people with small penises and we got around to the length of our own. I'm pretty cool with my size, maybe if you ask I'll tell you. But when i tell Tommy he's like "Well thats okay, but I'm 7 1/4". "Bullfucking shit" I said. It's not that long, but Tommy is a lot smaller than I am... in most respects. He assures me that he's not lying, and i suggest that maybe we see if he's telling the truth.

Here's where it gets a little gay. We're driving down highway 17 and Tommys trying to pop a boner to show me. Not show me, mind you, but show me where the contour in his pants go to. I don't know if it's just the dim light, but i came to the conclusion that he was telling the truth. But here lay the problem. How do we compensate for our gayness that took place just moments before?

The conclusion was simple. We told eachother who we'd like to share our little friends with. There were the obvious choices, but that doesn't really make for conversation. Names started popping up and you might be happy to hear (or not) that most people were in my potential bang sphere (meaning that a lot of people i know are acceptable fuck buddies). But then somebody popped up and shifted the whole conversation. When this certain person's name came up, the topic of our discussion became "Asian girls we'd like to make cry in bed". Now i must say, if you're a female reading this far, good job, good guts, you might need some more though. To all the guys, you know what I'm talking about.

Now I'm not proud of all the things i said, but at least i told the truth. Hopefully, if i dont go to hell right away, that little tidbit might help me. The night ended with makeout music at ali's house. I guess it was a suitable way to finish the day.

Who's She Sleeping With?

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2005/09/01/EDGLIEFLNK1.DTL

I think Debra J Saunders should get a fucking grip. She needs to realize that some people feel like being clever. Just because she has nothing important to contribute to the Chronicle, doesn't mean she has to report on every little thing and claim to be outraged or stupified. HUMANS ARE PRIMATES! NOT MONKEYS!


FUCK gas prices are hiiiiiiigh.

Con Una Passion

Fuck. I hate crosscountry now. It's not that sense of 'Man i dont wanna go to practice, but at least i can listen to Kevin Huang be annoying. And then I can call Gus Portuguese again.' Now it's more like 'Damn, I dont want to try for these people'. Does anybody realize that our first sense of Lowell has all but disintegrated?

My first impression of Lowell as a freshman held one truth 'I am a freshman and this is my family'. After the first year, part of my family went away to college. Some of them were dear to me like Colin and Mary, although most were those distant relatives who I knew, but didn't really know like Brandon. Not so much a big deal.

Then another year passed and another part of my family left. My cousins and uncles and aunts in the class of '04, gone. They left with many a 'goodbye' and a 'have a nice life!'. Kevin and Max, Isaac and Speech. They've all gone off to have better days.... Well sure, Speech too. It was a sad day when they left.

Next year passed and now my Mommies and Daddies are gone. Alex, Johnny, Jimmy, Mike, Kevin, Peter, Justin, Aiko. They're all gone. I cried on their graduation day. I miss them so much. They were the last of the upperclassmen. It was also the last piece of me.

Now it's horrible. What's left? No more of the team that I remember is here. All thats left are my ''06 brothers and sisters. And my '07 children. Half of the team that i grew up with is now GONE. Including Andy and Gus! Even fucking Yulong is gone! First day of crosscountry hurt so bad all i could do was sit and sulk. I can barely handle it. All i can hope for is that Phil and Levi and Alex keep me sane. I guess we're the new varsity team.

Sorry, I can't finish this...

APECON! AP3D! APAB!

I am so skizzled. All my classes are A-OK and i love the acronyms. Here they are, just for you.


1/2 - AmDem Sanchez
3/4/5 - Physio Newhouse
REG - Rotter
6/7/8 - APAB Cohen
8/9/10 - Span5 Cadoppi
11/12/13 - APECON Spellicy
14/15 - Com&Sat Carney
16/17/18 - AP3D Rode


I hate all you APGov people. I wanted to take it to complete all the social studies ap's and have a monopoly on that market, but it didn't really appeal to me. I almost wish i had taken it... but then i remembered. ONE SEMESTER OF AMDEM! w00t!


My mom almost caught me when i took them out of my pocket!

American Pie

I know two guys who be gettin some pootang and poonany this year. No pact, just an unsaid determination. You can see it in their eyes. Will anything stop them in their quest to stick it to the ladies? Of course not; I believe in these two. So lets all have a moment of silence to help these two brave souls make it with a chick this year.


I love you guys. Tommy and Levi.

Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas is sucking my life away. I'm losing sleep over it. Just gotta keep shooting Ballas and Hookas and Bustas.

On a different note. I feel more confident. A longer stride. A taller walk.

I better kickass in arena on monday.

Fuck PromCom at fucking Chevys at fucking six oclock. I have fucking better things to do.

Afternoon Delight

I got to play the role of a rich, white person today! Yep, I went to the Del Mar racetrack and bet on horses! Well, I picked horses for my parents because i could get closer during the parading. From my vantage point i could determine the stroner animals. We did pretty good. about forty bucks in the green. It was great fun, but it was also very educational.

For one thing, i caught a jockey. He was lurking in the bushes after the race. I caught him all curled up into a ball, whining that he had a race soon. I was afraid we was going to change me into a horseshoe, but the i realized that he was more afraid of me than i was of him. We were just looking at eachother for a couple seconds, but then i spoke up. "Where is your pot of betting tickets?" I demanded. But he just wimpered, curling up even tighter. I was right about to put him into my trusty leprachaun jar (that was all i had at the time), when i had a change of heart. A magical creature was a thing a true beauty. Sure i would love to win the million dollar purse that del mar was boasting, but i knew that i could never be happy with myself for draining this jockey of his powers. I apologized profusely and backed away. Boy those jockeys are small.

*****

My attention was also caught by the giant balloons that were cruising overhead. I thought to myself that i would love to go for a ride in one of those. But as i looked in the small carriage, i reminded myself that i am afraid of heights. I thought about it a bit more and now im kinda doubting that. Whenever i remember myself being afraid, i always remember the same thought: If i were to jump out onto the lack of ground, i'd be pretty upset. But that's just it: "If i jumped out" I think the real problem is that i'm partially suicidal. I hope not. When i think about death, i'm not all to happy, but i dont bug out about it either. i would like to see everybody after i die. who would cry, who would rejoice... but that's too painful of a test. Gollyjee i hope i dont kill myself.

So much for a day at the races.

Monday, Monday... Wednesday?

My parents are really riding me about these personal statements. It's not that I don't want to do them, because I like to write. It's really just that I want to play San Andreas. When I finally got around to writing two or three, it kinda made me feel better about myself.

I really do a lot of shit. Think about it. I've taken just about every AP I could in the social studies department, minus AP Gov because that sounds like a load of bull. That's the kind of direction colleges are looking for. Not just any old person who outdoes themself in every class possible, although that helps. The easy way to get into a good college, is just to pick a subject and strengthen it while keeping up with your other classes.

Then think about the athletic aspect. Not only am I a pretty decent runner, but I am the heart and soul of your track team. Face it. When I'm not there, who else do you have to play around with besides your couple close friends on the team, make fun of besides for Yulong, or fight with besides Iljin? Sure you have somebody for all those things, and they may be the same person. But who else can do all those with you and everybody else on the team besides for me?

And then there are all my other little quirks. Chinese and Spanish, piano, unicycle, regular cycle (Oops. I meant BIcycle), and Prom Committee. How can you not appreciate the person who appreciates the little things in life? I can just put this there and that there and pretty soon my essay is done!

The whole point of these personal statements is for you to toot your own horn in a literary manner. And Jesus TittyFucking Christ if I dont have a couple hours of TAPS to play. I can't wait to turn these babies in. Colleges gonna eat this shit up. Suck it Syracuse!

Wif My Nine

You know what? I hate old people. Sorry grandma, but it had to be said. I can't take it anymore. The conservatism, the bad driving, the slow movement, the smell, everything. I think all the old people need to die. And if they dont die naturally, I'LL kill them.

The world is too populated to support normal planetary function. My proposal suggests that if we kill all the old people, we'll have enough breathing room until we get some hydricity or solar power up in here, as well as a new planet to populate. Anybody ever seen Logan's run? EVERYBODY OVER 30 MUST DIE NOW! I have to go, but keep that thought.

The Full Tuck

I think I wasted my summer. I didn't exercise. I didn't get an A in my math class. I didn't do any college prep. I didn't get a job. I didn't do anything. I mean, I had fun nearly every day; that should be enough. Why doesn't it seem like it is? Isn't the whole point of life to have fun? That's what I did!

You know, live for the moment, I DID THAT! I went to concerts, I made friends at school, I went to different parks, I went to a billion movies, I volunteered, I swam, I partied, I made out with my girlfriend, I slept over at people's houses, I cruised at night, I went to theme parks, I went camping, I had agony aunts, I WAS an agony aunt, I HAD MY FRIGGIN BIRTHDAY! What did I do wrong?

Why do I feel bad? Is it because I spent my summer NOT worring about school? Isn't that what you're supposed to do during the summer? Apparently not. I hate you all. I refuse to admit that I did anything wrong. It's not my fault that everybody is so afraid of not going to UC Berkley, that they forget how to be kids. Fuck you, that's what I am; that's what I'll be.

You can all go to hell because I'm not listening.

Treceros Testes?

Man I Can GST: fucking shit
Man I Can GST: my parents
Man I Can GST: i dont know if they have sex
Man I Can GST: and
Man I Can GST: i also dont know
Man I Can GST: if they're having it right now
Man I Can GST: or if they just did
Michael Novak: ASLKJFGSZD
Michael Novak: G
Man I Can GST: they mighta
Man I Can GST: fuck fuck fuck
Man I Can GST: literally too
Man I Can GST: shit
Man I Can GST: all i heard was my dad breathing really loudly
Man I Can GST: fuck
Man I Can GST: i wonder if they EVER had sex
Man I Can GST: o shit
Man I Can GST: fuck
Man I Can GST: novak
Michael Novak: haha
Michael Novak: dude
Michael Novak: ew
Man I Can GST: ahhhh
Michael Novak: ask them if you can go to sd now
10:50 PM
Man I Can GST: no
Michael Novak: " YESS YES YES!"
Michael Novak: thats nasty as hell
Michael Novak: i dont think my nparents have ever had sex
Michael Novak: i think im adopted
Michael Novak: haha
Michael Novak: go and listen
Man I Can GST has gone offline.

Segundos Testes

One thing about Dayu is that no matter how weird or perverted or whatever people think he is, he generally knows what the fuck he's talking about. I think, besides for Connie, Christina, and occasionally Fiona, he is the only person who has given me useful advice (that's like 3.5 out of a 2400 people. that's sad). He knows the best places to eat, the best movies and TV shows, the best courses at school, and most importantly, is very helpful in certain, unnamable areas. He used to be my only place to come to for that. But I think that's changed.

Surprisingly, Cynthia has shown her true colors, or rather, more of them than I've seen. At first I was kinda weirded out, but then I realized that it's nice to have somebody else to talk with about this stuff. It's so much of a help for me to get help from the other side of the gender line. Something to reinforce what my side is saying.

Yea...it's kind of nice. Hats off to you two, Dayu and Cynthia. (and Connie and Christina and occasionally Fiona)



Quote #522860

Kenneth Upon Fundraising

DUDE u knwo what

whatwhatwhat

the next time the NAVY docks, we post all the girls there

HAHAHHAHA and jensen just in case

yea haha

3 Little Words

I don't why I said it. I mean, I guess it's been there for a while, but I didn't have to say anything. Everything was going great. It is going great. What the fuck am I bitching over? I don't know. I guess I feel that I cheapened it. It feels like that by using that word I just assigned our relationship to a certain value. But it's okay. I promise I won't be a pussy forever. And I promise I'll stop being a pussy right now. I'm happy and Yoongi's happy, and that's all that matters.

Rub Some Tussin On It

I always have the weirdest experiences at Dayu's house. But always a lot of fun. I went over and we just kinda chilled for a couple hours. Listening to music, talking, whatever. It wasn't too gay. Although some of the music was. That chinese flute was hella weird. I got a bit sick tho.

We went to Tasty Curry for dinner and I must say, it was really weird. Not only were we two guys eating dinner together date, but there was a big mirror that reflected our gayness right back at us. Dinner was good, but i was feeling a bit sick so Dayu ate most of it. But delicious, nonetheless.

After dinner, it was finally time to go to the movies... with Yulong and Yuhei. Dayu Yulong Yuhei. All i was missing was Yoongi. Cynthia got us all in to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith and free popcorn and drinks for everybody, all for the price of one ticket! She's cool like that. And we got to see that guy who she thinks is cute...Bonnie's boyfriend Nelson. hooboy. Small world, huh?. Eh whatever. The movie was good. And then we left. It was weird watching a movie with Yulong. At least i dropped him off soon.

After Yuhei and Yulong got home. Dayu and I took a drive... down to Anna's house. It was fun. We went down Great Highway and went to Land's End. I let Dayu alone for a bit, but then I had to go. So I dropped them both off at their respective houses and went home. It was a good day. If not a bit weird. But that was to be expected. Goodmorning.

Spokes Folks

Ever have one of those days that are just so amazing? I've had a whole week like that. But let me clue you in on the highlight of that week. I mean the other one. The one I shall talk about. Yes.

The other day I was at the park practicing the snakeboard that Justin Chin had lent me. It was my first time, and I really sucked. I went to the other side of the pingpong place and i saw a unicycle. Awesome! Another unicycle! So I waited for the guy to come out, but when he did, I saw that he wasn't a guy at all!

She saw my snakeboard, and, noticing we were both riding unusual playthings, we started to talking. Her name is Kaori and guess what. She's a friggin unicycle world champ! Yea. So we talked for a while and we have alot in common. We're about the same age, her birthday is the day before mine, same taste in movies, etc. She even did her performance for me (she has a competition in Ohio in two weeks). Then i had to go so we swapped numbers and went off.

I saw her again today and we talked for a while. I had a really good time and a great conversation even though her English is a bit shaky. It's just another sign that no matter where you're from, you can always make new friends.

Sorry for for the short post, but you know what they say. "Brevity...is wit".

Well, You Know..

We don't talk that often. But when we do hang out, I have a good time. Hil and I went over to Dayu's house yesterday. It was almost awkward for a while. But in the fashion of an Edward Norton movie, even thought it starts out weird and confusing, it all falls together at the end. I feel better now, and I don't know why. I dont think this is the usual. Yet again, I've learned alot of weird things in the past week, but it still feels nice. Thanks, guys.

Hey Cuz, You Got The Time?

I got mugged today. Well not really, but i would have if the guy wasn't a total idiot. Here's what YOU had to say:


Jeena:

AIM IM with LoOk i triPpEd
10:21 PM
gah
halfsister
what?>
you going to kelly's
what
when
tomororwo
4pm
till when
whenever
i can only saty a while cos i have a troubling ordeal to go through at 8pm
what?
haha
i might tell you afterwards
ok
okay
so
donald ma (throwermaninmymathclass) and i were going to this taqueria near chinatown
and we were walking past macy's
and this guys like
cousin, cousin!
so we turned around
and he asked for thte time
then he asked to borrow one of our phones
and we didnt
then he asked to borrow a dollar
10:25 PM
and we said no
and he was like
cmon, how much you got
i said i got enough
and he was like
enough? how much is enough?
aite nigga empty your pockets
and then he put his hand in his pocket like he had a weapon
but i dont think he did
so i just yelled HEY! BACKOFF!
and people looked at us and he ran away
nice
why do people always target you?
thats the worst part
it means that when people look at me
they see 'weakling: easily mugged'
carry a knife
i used to
until i beat up that girl
then i dont anymore
what?
telltellstorytime
i alreday told you last year
10:30 PM
no you diddnt
foolio
that girl at silver n mission with her two boy posse
ringing a bell
but still no memory
and she tried to mug me
and i was like no
and she grabbed my bag
and i pulled harder than her
and punched her in the face with lemonade
and she was like chick fighting
and jeena was bitch fighting
and we know who won
first rule of bitch club
you do not talk about bitch club
second rule about bitch club
you do not talk about bitch club
haha
so did they all run away
or what
i was like fuck this
and walked away
and they ran
saying oh shit that bitch is gonna call the cops
haa
even though you kicked her ass
b-damn
it was fun
i like adreniline [sp]
10:35 PM
yea
dude
even though nothing happened
when he first told us to give him our money
i got all this adrenaline
just in case
but i never used it
so i was just shaking the whole way to the taqueria
yea
i love that
i iwsh i got to chase him
beat em up
hopefully
i have my bracelet jsut i case i start to lose
steel knuckles
yea
but you dont lose
stay on offensive
yea
cos if i chased hiim
i'd have to tackle him
then i'dstart out on top
and destroy his face
but slamming it into the ground
then i'd win by tko
10:40 PM
no just keep moving toeards him
and dont back up
make him block
and not let him get any puncheds in
you seem expert in this
is it the mexican in you
or the irish
i think its both
yea
some of my irish got cancelled otu with my polish
that sucks
yea
but i still gots the drinkin in me
i want to fight somebody
but then i dont
so iono
maybe next time i get mugged
yea
i assume i get mugged because of my youthful face
you either have to keep em on defensive
or wear em out
i mean
if you can take hits
for a while
and tire em
its easier to beat the shit out of them
haha
i'd rather stick onthe offensive
i still got my ropeadope
yay
everybody falls for that the first and second time
then it depends on the learning curve
so i gotta make those two count
mmhmm
i hella could have taken him
we were avbout the same height
and i'm probably heavier
plus he was wearing baggy clothing
and i had donald for backup
yep
what he or she do is be like
ok take my mony: then as they walk away.. hit him right in the back of the head then just simply take ur money back and then some.. haha
thats what my friend gebby had to say
i bet gebby has had some time to think about thi
s
but it sounds like a very good idea
if you have good aim
cos ifyou get them right in the backi of the head
they'll be knocked out
feel your neck
and move your hand to
that ;little bump on your headabout an inch below there
hmm
goodnight
see you tomorrow
nitenite
LoOk i triPpEd has gone offline.



Stina

AIM IM with manicangst
10:30 PM
why is it when people look at me
le shower
all they see is weakling?
10:45 PM
whatchooo talkin bout
10:50 PM
huh?
i dont think ur weak
dude
i almost got mugged again today
that means something
did u mess the guy up
(it's cos you're white)
dude
i look weak enought that somebody tried to mug me in broaddaylight in front of macys at lunchtime by himself
10:55 PM
i dont think it's anything
you're just white
in san francisco

gah
dress ghetto
anyway
what'd u do to the guy
so he asked for the time
then he asked to use my phone
then he asked for a dollar
and i said naw
and he said how much you got
dude
you like gogol bordello!
then he told me to empty my pockets and put his hand in his pants like he had a weapon
you wanna go to slims with me on the 12th
they and stolen babies are playing at slims
one for you and one for me!
what day is it
12th
like
of the week
tues
ih
i have to think about it
cos i was gonna go by myself..
cos i might have school thenext day
and if i do
or with kanjin
then youre screwed
and if i dont
then sure
aight
gogol bordello is hella weird
shit
highlarious
but yea
i thought they were ur fave band
he told me to empty my pockets
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS (at the moment):
1. THE OFFSPRING
2. The Red Hot Chili Peppers
3. Gogol Bordello
and then what'd u do
did u like
and i said HEY! backoff our i'll!
hit him....
and then people looked around
and eh ran away
i was amlost dissappointed
but then i was happy i had my money and my teeth
START WEARING PURPLE


Cynth:

AIM IM with Surfer girl sf
10:45 PM
Mike!!!
cynth
dud
e
i saw wilson today
and we were talking
and he told me about that guy who tried to mug you the other day
i heard you frooooze
and then
we were comparing stories
haha!
and the guy who almost mugged me and donald today
was very likely the same guy
really!?
what'd he say?
hey cousin
what time is it
can i borrow your phone/a dollar
where how much you got
empty your pockets
*reaches into his pocket like he has a gun or knife but he really doesnt*
and i said
'HEY! BACKOFF OR I'LL.."
and people started looking
and he ran away
hahah!
that does sound like the same guy!
yea
it was wasted adrenaline
cos i got all pumped when i figured it out
hahaha
but then i never use =d my buzz
so i was shaking afterwords
where were u guys?
in front of macys
at noon
in broad daylight
busy day
by himself
vs two of us
two big guys are we
without a weapon
hahaha
tha
ts just sad
yea
i feel sorry for the guy
he must have been desperate
10:55 PM
probably
but that's kinda scary
a little
so tell me about your experience
i hope wilson wasn't exaggerating
11:00 PM
hey
you
answer
wait
our experience.
oooh
well
the guy was like
hey cous what's the time
and wilson told hima
nd we kept going
and then he was like
hey cous
do you have a dollar?
and we were like no
and we kept walking
but i kinda slowed
cause i was stupid like that
and then
wilson was walking fast
and then he kept asking us
and then wilson grabbed my hand so that he'd kinda pull me along
but then the bus came
and we ran
and we lost the guy


Vivian

AIM IM with creamyveevi
11:06 PM
look at this and tell me what you think
http://www.zippyvideos.com/28578109579155.html
its not porn.
a)you need more frames
b)do i look weak to you?
what does THAT have to do with anything..
um yeah i took pictures
hmm you don't look TOTALLY week
weak
but not TOTALLY buff.
i wouldn't have you for a bodyguard though...
but you wouldnt mug me, right
hmm that depends
on how desperate i am
11:10 PM
but i guess if i had to pick, you wouldn't be #1
happy?
yea
11:15 PM
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You guys are great. I love you. All.

Tenderloin

You know what. I have been alive for seventeen years. That's a long time. And yet, I don't think I've ever had a birthday this good. Elementary school? Maybe. Pirros, the Jungle, and Qzar were awesome. Middle school? Chillin' with 2 homies at Great America or BBQ at my house. Pretty cool. High school. Not so great. Girls always breaking up with me, people being kinda flakey, I've had better. But this year was different.

This year was one of the best birthdays that I have ever had. It's true, not everybody could be here on my birthday, but goddamn, every remembered! The only people who remember my birthday even exists are my parents. This year, people called me, emailed me, texted me, IMed me, everything. I went to Connie Chungs house accidentally and she gave me one of the best birthday presents ever. COMIC BOOKS (friggin Zits, Foxtrot, Farside, and Pearls Before Swine). Then I got a call at midnight from Yoongi and Jeena and Judie wishing me a happy birthday and asking me if I wanted to go to IHOP. I couldn't sneak out, but it's the thought that counts... I also got texts from from Christina, Gus, Alex, Chelsea, and Anna. Cynthia and Connie Li called too! And to top it off, Tommy, Levi, Morgan, and Johanna all met me at Pier 39 to hand out and have fun.

We met at Pier 39 and just chilled. We made the farm animals have sex with the army man, and the horse have sex with the god. I loved how it gallopped on top of Rover. We watched the lame performer for 45 minutes and he was ok. We waited for the F to go downtown but the tourists outnumbered us. So we walked down to North Beach and ate pizza. I opened my presents from Morgan and Jo and then we visited the CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY!

As Tommy bluntly puts it, 'The Church of Scientology is genius in the fact that is the most successful religion who's sole purpose is to sell a book'. We went inside and, unfortunately, the aliens who normally do your taxes were all on vacation. So we pretended to be interested and did the tour. They even showed us a video. We had a choice between the 40 minute Scientology video or the 25 minute Dianetics video. Guess which one we chose? It was a really cheesy movie about this guy who was paralyzed from the waist down. The evil psychologists (Scientologists think that psychology is a Nazi Science) are trying to disect his brain to test their cockamamie theories (which are totally ass backward. If you try to make something look bad, and you truly think it is bad, you shouldn't have to make it horribly inaccurate to stress your point). But guess what, Jerry (the paralyzed guy) gets a book called 'Dianetics' by L. Ron Hubbard (the L stands for 'Loony') and learns how to 'relive the pain and cure his condition'. It was a really bad movie in that it was a) cheesy b) inconsistent and c) wrongwrongWRONG! But yea. Then i went home and to dinner.

Dinner was aite. It was after dinner that was cool. I went to Dayu's house and watched some porn, Chapelle's Show, and Fight Club with Dayu, Anna, and Steph. Great movie. Then calls and WOOHOO i love my birthday.

I think there's a little more left, later. Hopefully... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

At What Price?

Oh god. I feel horrible. I traded in my sole for a pair of shoes. Why couldn't I hold out? Just a bit longer untill they put my old supercourts back on the line. WHY did they have to discontinue my shoes!? Oh god, why did I settle for black and white? I just want my old shoes. But I guess I must move on. I'll bronze my retired shoes. That should make me feel better.

Riding In Cars With Boys

It was awkward; that's why I kept the car moving. But it was nice.

Goodnight, Goodnight

A break from your original programming, if indeed that is how you spell 'programming':

What did you do on the last day of school? Did you go and say goodbye to your favorite teachers? Or did you just kinda drop by and get a few more autographs for your yearbook? Did you, perhaps, cut all day and stay at home sleeping and watching TV? Did you go to a movie, or to a friends house? Whatever you did, I bet you had fun. Yet again, whatever you did, I bet you didn't have as much fun as I did.

Let me just say this now: BFD was so friggerty awesome. Plain and simple. Let me give you the rundown. I picked Gus and Christina up at about 10:30ish and we drove down to Mountain View. We got there in time to start of the festival stages, where its festival seating (no lawn/seats). The bands, as cool as they are, weren't really important. What was important was that I had selected a crack team of two individuals who worked well separately and together. What I mean is, Gus and Christina kicked ass. I'm proud of Gus for letting out the blonde beast inside of him and taking a liking to moshing and crowdsurfing. Christina held her own, too. She's not one of those weak willed individuals at concerts who quickly realize that they have bitten off more than they could chew. But soon the festival was over and it was time for the sponsored part of the show.

We got our lawn seats and listened to the Lovemakers and Kasabian, the latter being very half rate. I myself snuck into the VIP section and got myself a free dinner. I brought some back for the gang, much to their disliking. Then the better bands started playing and we got up the the rail of the lawn, the divider between the haves (seats) and the havenots (lawn). Jimmy Eat World came and went, and so did Christina, her parents wanting her to leave early, so it was only me and Gus for Social Distortion. It was too much fun. When Foo Fighters came on, I wasn't as enthused because of my blaring headache, but that was soon to change. During a solo, David Grohl walked into the audience, taking much much much of the Rock and Roll glory that he totally deserves. But he also took away the patroling security guards who made sure nobody hopped the fence into the seats. Seeing our chance, Gus and I hopped it. Little did we know, they had a little guard out of sight who was watching, just in case. She caught us and we left, no question about it. It was too late to try to get a good seat again, so I picked up some Advil at the medical tent and we left BFD, but bringing along the memories.

There are some things that I would like to take away from BFD, aside from my stretched out, stinky tshirt. First of all, never trust your life with poserpatches while crowdsurfing; it only ends with cuts, bruises, and somebody's mom yelling at you. Second of all, ALWAYS steal food if you have to; condiments do not make filling meals. Thirdly, if you must go with more than one friend, make sure they work. It doesn't matter where they come from, as long as they can talk to eachother and have a good time together (with you too, of course). With this, I am proud to say that I picked the perfect companions. I am proud of them too, as they really know how to kick ass at a concert, and not being killed or boring.

Goodnight, Goodnight.


PS. I am happy to say that this years import bands from Europe didn't suck like they usually do. Europe is going through a whole different music phase than the US and I hate it when Live 105 tries to pretend like it doesn't matter. I hate England. More on that later, though.

"It's Not As If I'll Stop Existing"

I guess it's time for my seniors post. Here's my list of my best buds:


Ben Li: I met you because I saw your GIANTS v ANGELS hat and envied you. We talked on the way to Center Meet Three that day and we had an interesting conversation. I can't remember what it was, but I'm sure glad it happened. Thanks for being so easy to talk to and for being a really cool person.

Mike Siu: What can I NOT say about Cum Shirt? Perhaps one of my favorite seniors, you always had a good comeback to whatever shit I had to say. It's too bad you couldn't stay on XC, but your heart lied elsewhere, especially with Soe. You guys are perfect for eachother. I really want to say thank you for being the best role model, yes I said 'role model', I could ever ask for. And thanks for letting me stay at yours and Alex's place next year.

Johnny Yu: Speaking of role models, Johnny, you were my biggest influence when it came to running. I was like a silent Yulong in my worshipping of your 'Just Run' motto. And boy are those words to live by. I have since applied it to all my work and play. I guess I just want to say thank you for that, and for being good conversation on the long runs. 1600m showdown next year, buddy.

Jimmy Yu: Can't say anything about Johnny without saying anything about Jimmy. Twins man, that's awesome. I still remember when I first met you in Ms. Chins class. I turned around to you and told you "You know, you look a lot like a friend of mine, do you know him?' and you said 'I'm his TWIN!' HAHAHA. She always called Johnny by your name. Since then it's been nothing but fun with you Jimmy. Thanks for being my Chinese, Track, and all around buddy. Oh and you're Burmese that's awesome.

Hilary Yip: My second girlfriend, you helped hone my boyfriend techniques. You are definately one cool gal. Nobody could take on as much as you do, and whats more, you do it with wit and grace. Always there for a hug or a hi, you cannot be replaced by anybody. Find yourself a nice big white boy in college and wrestle him down to the ground.

Peter Pan: I still love the name. I wish I had taken your picture like we planned, but that might have been a bit hard on us. You were always there to be funny. When I tell people that, they're like 'What? Peter? Funny? I thought he was just quiet...'. But I had the opportunity to get to know you and your endless soundeffects. TIEUTIEU! KAPSHHH! Don't ever grow up, Peter Pan, cos you can fly.

Justin Chin: Justin, buddy old pal. Great times. Like you and Michelle, kinda. Thanks for confiding in me; it made me feel special. Always there to run with me, especially this year. LA trips and state. Fun fun fun, buddy. Stay the way you are.

Chris Spencer: The only other white guy on XC. Such a good buddy. Definately the coolest senior this year. You were always doing your own thing with your fuzzy pants (which you still need to get me a pair of) and your third place finish in nationals for xc mountain biking. I still remember the time where we got caught sneaking out with the Lincoln girls at State Meet. YOU RAN AWAY FROM ANDY! You're eyes were lit with mischief. Do me a favor and invite me to a party or two when you're in college.

Dana Wu: SECRET HANDSHAKE

Jonas Chin: Just...so...COOL. Thanks for treating me like an adult. I really needed it.

Alex Ching: One of my best friends. You always knew what to say or not to say. You've been through some tough times but hopefully those times are over. Especially with Daisy and Mike and myself by your side. Always fun getting taptap with you, and hanging out at your house with the guys. What can I say man? I love you.



I'm going to miss you guys, whether you care or not. I've had the honor of knowing you guys for 3 years, and man I wish you didn't have to go yet. I realize, though, that everything must change eventually, and that you guys cannot always stay with me. So I say, to the class of oh five, my favorite class besides my own, good luck.

Purple Stain

I'm getting fat and lazy. Emphasis on... well, both. But today showed me more of my lazy side. It's not so much as that I'm lazy, it's just that I don't like doing work. But it's not so much as that I don't like doing work, it's just that I'll do anything I can to get out of it, including more work.

Today for instance, I had to clean the downstairs bathroom before my Aunt Carol came over. After procrastinating for days, I finally got caught and was sent below. I shook out the rugs and hung them somewhere. That being done, I had to sweep and mop the floors. But that was where my morale started wavering.

The broom and the mop were all the way upstairs, and I had no clue where the ammonia was. I had to think: What did I have to do to get the job done using the resources I had then? First I did an inventory check. Toothpaste, floss, aftershave, hair gel, water, toilet paper, paper towels, baby wipes, and lysol wipes. The mopping part might be solved, but I was broomless.

It was coming down to the line, either I get it together now or run upstairs for my supplies. Lo and behold, revelation struck! The clothes on my back could easily be made into a makeshift broom. I took off my shirts and started brushing dust and debris out the door (dirt doesn't matter on the cold hard cement floor). That didn't take so long. But mopping would.

My bathroom is a rectangle about 5'x5'. I had decided to 'mop' with the lysol wipes, but without a mop, this was going to be a hard task. I wasn't about to go up a whole flight of stairs when all i needed to do my job was right in my hands. I set to work, scrubbing with every possible part of each wipe. Floor, sink, and shower. With two wipes to spare! It took me twenty minutes to complete a four minute job, but at least I didn't have to run upstairs to get the mop.

Running upstairs would have been a horrible waste of energy and simply put, not a mental challenge. I had to survive by my wits, using what I had to complete a difficult task, with a minimal amount of energy. Gee... It's amazing what I do to 'get out of doing work'.

Baal

You know how when a situation just gets too deep, people just cut their losses? Or if people realize they can't win the grand prize, they redirect their efforts to ensure the second prize? Today I entertained the notion of applying this to my faith.

Don't get me wrong. Heaven sounds like an awesome place. Theoretically it's even better than where I am now... in front of the TV. But do you know how few people are worthy enough to get into heaven? VERY FEW. Why shouldn't I just cut my losses now? You know, aim for a higher circle of hell.

I know I've made it past the last circle of hell, Round 3, Judecca. It's reserved for traitors to the Lord and those who set out to destroy the rightful god; you know, like Judah and Lucifer. Apparently, the punishment is to reside at the center of the Earth, completely submerged in ice forever. There Lucifer's three wings send forth freezing blasts of impotence, ignorance and hatred toward you. The three ultimate traitors are held in Lucifer's three mouths. I guess wanting to destroy the Lord gets you into some baaaaad shit, but I don't think I've done anything that evil recently. Maybe I should aim higher...

I am kind of worried about the Eighth Circle, Bolgia 6. This circle is reserved for hypocrites. It's not that I'm too worried about me being overly hypocritical, it's just the fact that EVERYBODY is hypocritical eventually. It's just different situations, you know. Hypocrites have a very tiring fate as they are 'clad in leaden mantles'... I'm tired just looking at it, but with luck, I'm moving up.

For most people, Circle 7, Round 3, would be a bitch, but if I died right now, I think I could live with A LIFETIME OF RUNNING! But hey, look what you have to do to get stuck there. Sodomy. I don't know. That might be a bit hard to sneak around, and not because I'm a Catholic... I think I'd be alright with this hell.

Then theres the second circle of hell, right before the first, of course (but the first is impossible to get to now because it's reserved for unbaptized infants and virtuous pagans, of which I am neither). It's reserved for the lustful. -Guilty- Sorry Jesus, but that's pretty hard on me. Especially with my little friend called The Internet. That's alright. The only punishment for being lustful is to be 'blown forever by stormy winds'. Hell, I've been to Chicago AND Boston. It's not so tough.

Tough? Tough is getting into heaven. I should just give up now. Like I said, I should just cut my losses. But I don't think I can do that to Jesus. Can't just give up hope. I gotta keep trying, keep trying to do good and all that stuff. Who knows, maybe heaven isn't just reserved for Jesus and Mother Teresa. Maybe there's a set of wings with my name on it... And maybe not. I don't mind running for all eternity.

I Forgot What Commandment It Was

Maybe I keep too much from my parents. There are the small things, like a bad test grade or two. You know, just to keep appearances. But it's becoming bigger and bigger.

My parents still don't think that I've had any girlfriends. Not like they care, it's just that it would be awkward. It would also be a hassle. They bug me enough with stuff they think I might do. It would just be too much if they knew.

Then there's the car. They don't know that I give anybody rides except Mari and Dayu. I've been giving rides almost since I had my license. It's been 8 months now and they still won't let me give rides to people, even across the Sunset. So I did something about it. They don't know abou it, but that's okay, I guess.

I feel really bad for lying, but I can keep it up for another year. Then I promise, no more lying. I know they're doing this to protect me, but it's smothering. At Prom my dad told me to call in every hour (he was a bit drunk, though), and I always have to call in for EVERYTHING. And since they're doing it to protect me, I promise not to do anything stupid until later. But right now I'm calling it quits for this post.

That's What It's All About

I don't claim to know what love is, because it's different for everybody. When you say "I love you". It means something. For me, it's anything more than a friend, close friends, best friends, girlfriends, whatever. Lots of people say a lot of things about love. Things they can't take back. I hope I won't have to do that.

Many highschool couples use the word love, and sometimes I think it hurts them. Of course I love Yoongi. But it's not really that kind of love yet. I love my friends. I love Yoongi, Alex Ching, Stina, Levi, Tommy, Connie, Johanna, Morgan, Rayna, Alex, Chelsea, Bea, Phil... the list goes on. I'd go out of my way to make these guys happy, or to rip on them whenever possible. I'd protect them from all any harm, if I could. Isn't that what love is?

But then there's that other love. Love with a capital 'L'. When you marry people, Love. I don't think I could ever do that. Just too weird. Living every day with the same person. No friends anymore, you get ugly together, same sex, if any, fucking kids, man. That's why I don't like freshmen being too weird with that word. They don't know what they mean. Even the juniors and seniors are weird.

Goddamn I hate freshmen. But I love you guys.

IHOP

I have so many posts that I have to get to, cos studying for finals bites.


So I'm in psycho class the other day and Garrett brings his spring pen. One of the favorites in Garrett's aresnal of weird pens, it has the capacity to bend in many different directions and even in half. Garrett's always telling me "HA! Bitch, bet your pen can't do that!". Not one to be showed up, I proceed to bend my PaperMate pen in half as well, making a nice crease in the middle of my almost destroyed pen. I have answered the challenge, but at what cost?

My own pen, my only pen, was now mutilated. It was a lost cause already, what left was there to salvage? Nothing. So I bent and I twisted and I played until *SNAP!*, right across the midsection. I shook with the ink on my hands thinking, "My G------d... What have I done? What have I DONE?".

I worked it out of its pain and was soon left with two, equal sized, pieces of pen. What to do, what to do? BLOW INK OUT OF THE END! My necroenjoyment was soon over as there is only so much ink in half a pen. But I realized then, could the tip still work? Almost reluctantly I put my pen to the test. AHA! Like a worm chopped in deuce by a football cleat, my pen was alive again!

But it wasn't only that, my pen was different. Of course it looked different, but it wrote with the same heart and yet, something strange enticed me to study it longer. Like a stack of pancakes it hit me: blueberries. My pen smelled like blueberries. But a whole blueberry can't fit down a pen, so there had to be something else.

"SYRUP!" I yelled. "The blue ink is really blueberry syrup!" Of course, it had been there all along. My nightly salivation on my homework, the whipped cream in my Wite-Out container - it all made sense. After a little bit of research I found that PaperMate is actually an extention of the popular breakfast place, infamously named 'IHOP'. But why?

Something's up between the two. I can smell it like a hashbrown on a mushroom omellete. Look for more info later, after finals.

At Last

Our Senior Prom better be like that. Aside from the crappy title, it was so bangin. I had to pick up the crew, aka Winnie and Sandy, but then it was off to City Hall, and let me tell you it was so nice. Cascading staircase, marble floors, CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES! We had to work coatcheck and the door for a while, but I ditched right afterwards and took pictures. And had a lot of fun. Tommy, Amy, Jimmy, Peter, Lauren, Garmeon, the list goes on. So much fun. But somebody owes me 20 dollas for pictures. Everybody said that I looked like a Chippendale dancer cos of the bowtie and the muscles. Then I had to work and pass out mints cos the memorabilia was a DVD of Prom which was shot that night and couldn't be distributed untill it was made. Then I drove some of the 06 crew home. Happy day, Happy day.


Some notes for our Prom, though. Need lots of 07's to do the work for us. Need big coatcheck area. NEED CASCADING STAIRCASE! It was so wonderful. You can dance on it, sit on it, announce Prom Court on it. Just awesome. The DJ was pretty good but i think we need to tell him not to play bad rock music. Very good DJ, nonetheless. PICTURES. NEED PRESHOOTS! Something, ANYTHING. Just so long for pictures, it's ridiculous.


All in all, Prom was awesome. I love you, Tommy.

You SAID You Sleep With One Leg Off the BED!

Today was Track and Field All City. Man it was so awkward today. First of all I had to sneak out of the house and thankfully Chelsea let me use her garage cos there was noooo parking. I went in and I immediately felt depressed. Everybody was having so much fun and I couldnt participate. I would give almost anything to run today. Everybody did really good, but I was disappointed about how much of a bad sport Gus was. I left early cos my parents were coming home. They almost caught me. Then i studied for a couple hours.

Yoongi called me later and asked for a ride for everybody. I gave everybody a ride to Cynth's and then to Pirro's. It was pretty fun. But, as always, there was too much drama. Amanda, Susanna, and Dayanna. Dayu and Anna asked me if I wanted to hear their story. So I did. It was awkward. But at least I got it from them and not from somewhere else. I'm still confused, but it's okay I guess. They're weird. So what. We all are. I know they'll do something and it will all be better sooner or later. Dayu's good at that. If he wasn't, they would have broken up a long time ago. I also had a talk with Lauren and that made her cry, but I'm glad she's my friend.

It was all good fun, with the roof and mafia and jokes and crying and 711 slurpees. The sprinters went off to see a movie cos they're antisocial like that. I don't like how they do that. Sprinters annoy me. We were about to leave at nine, but Yoongi lost her medal and it's too bad cos she got first and that's really cool. I hope she finds it. So i dropped her, Cynth, and Chris at Cynth's house. Then we went to Connie's. We watched a bit of ArresteD on Connie's In Screen. and I bet everybody is still over there and that makes me sad. Stupid Pinocci. I hate her. But yea. Luckily Lauren got a ride home, but Susanna didn't want one for some drama-filled reason. Then I had to go cos stupid Dad and Pinocci. Fucking tag-team.

I kinda had fun.

Santaria

There was an Ask Marilyn a while ago that questioned if it was possible to dislike somebody because they 'just rub you the wrong way'. You know those people, you don't know why you hate them, you just do. The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they look at you, the way they take excessive pictures of themselves. Marilyn, being a super genius, said that yes, it is possible to hate somebody for they way they are because of the same reason why you can fall in love with somebody on first sight.

That makes me feel better. I'm not antisocial, I just hate you.

You Don't Have To Limbo If You Don't Want

We're debating Schwarz in APUSH this week about how history will look back on George W. Bush. He was arguing that history will remember him kindly, while we argued the opposite. But that got me thinking on a kind of Bob the Dinosaur tangent. No matter what I do, what does it really matter? Eventually it'll all work out at the end. Why? Because... ahh, here it is: "Most problems go away if you just wait long enough. It might look like I'm standing motionless but I'm actively waiting for our problems to go away. I dont know why this works but it does." I wish that could make me feel better about my math grade. But it doesn't. I just hope my life turns out in a positive area.

Manner Unbecoming of a Sheriff's Deputy

So in chem we're learing about equilibrium. Definition? "A condition in which all acting influences are canceled by others, resulting in a stable, balanced, or unchanging system". That's what's happening to me right now, but on a different scale. Whenever my relationship with one person goes up significantly, my relationships with other people go down to counteract it. And that's pretty much my only reason for my swell in hateful thoughts recently. Not just 'I hate you because of your personality' kind of thing. I hate you because of your smile, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you act, the way your FRIENDS act. It's just been hard to control recently. I don't want to go into examples, but one person in particular has filled me with such RAGE, I just want to rip my hair out and dance upon somebody's eyeballs. WHAT ABOUT FUCKING BOB, HUH!?

Love Fool

I haven't talked to Fiona in a while. I don't know why. Just don't feel like it I guess. If she needed to talk she'd call me, so I guess she's alright. I don't feel bad about it. Sometimes we talk everyday for an hour or two and then we just kinda need some space. But it's not just between us. Winnie and Fiona have had a kind of fallout too.

I don't know about that. I understand that Winnie needs constant pushing to do the things that she wants to do. But I think Fiona is just using that as an excuse to justify her actions. The truth is, I think Fiona is just angry that someobody finally told her that she tends to shape things the way she wants to when she recounts events.

You see, (and I KNOW she'll kill me for blogging this, but nobody reads it anyway... hopefully) Fiona likes to alter reality the way she sees fit. For example, everytime we talk she'd tell me about something something 'Iono. I forget.' After pestering her she still insists that she cannot remember. Then later on she'd reveal a little more information when she felt like it, and when i accused her of knowing more than she told me she'd say 'Oh I remember now' or 'I dont remember any more than that'. Its that conservation of basic info that makes it hard to deal with Fiona.

But its not just that. The whole reason Winnie and Fiona are tiffing is because Fiona can't keep her talk straight. I'm totally in for gossiping if its all pretty much true. That's the fun part. It's like a game of information. But anybody can make up their own so the second it start twisting and contorting into bad lies, I don't like it. Fiona's used to be easy slips, but now they've turned into whole conversations that never took place. That's just lying because you're bored. Well I do that too, but that's just for good stories. You're no supposed to make up info so that you can get away with stuff.

I guess, in the end, we're all just acting like children. Winnie for needing constant pushing, Fiona for being disingenuous, and me for being, well, me. I hope those two grow up, they'll need it. As for me, I don't think I will ever growup or want to. Simple as that. But one thing will always be true. I love my friends. I just hope they love me, too.

Do You Know What I Think About You?

I don't know about you guys, but morning the hardest part of the day, mentally and physically. Every morning I hear the blaring of my alarm clock, intent on destroying my eardrums. I respond reluctantly, but not after a mental debate on whether or not I should just DIE. Then I actually have to drag myself out of bed and drive myself closer to my alarm clock of death to turn it off. After picking out my clothes in the dark (hey, i do it and i have a great sense of style).

After driving back the banshee I have to take the shower. Coldest 5 minutes of my day. But that's not the worst part. The absolute WORST part of my morning is the 15 minutes i spend in anguish with the same song ringing in my head, repeating and repeating, and repeating into an oblivion of sounds in my poor, tired brain. Then comes sweet, soothing water...

But when it's done, I must leave. Such shame, just my naked body and the cold until I can dry myself off and put my clothes on. Then after 'bounding' up the stairs, what is there to eat? Poptarts and NOTHING! I hate poptarts. They sound too peppy. Definately not a morning food. Definitely not healthy, but the only thing to eat in the morning.

RACE DOWN THE STAIRS ONLY 3 MINUTES LEFT! THROW STUFF IN MY BACKPACK; DOESN'T MATTER WHAT! IN THE CAR DRIVE THE KIDS PARK THE CAR RUN TO CLASS I HATE MORNINGS!

yoda

http://www.eteamrevolution.net/soulfuel/lettertoyoda

You know, sometimes I don't mind when people pretend like things mean something other than they actually are. Take english class, for example. Whenever you read something, teacher teacher always pretends like the smaller elements in the story actually mean something else. Like a little cochon de lait. Poetry is next on the list. When you tell me that four lines of nonsensical words and phrases actually means something other than 'This is the easiest way to pay my part of the rent'? Fuck you. All it is a hoax, to make you think that the author is some sort god of literature. Well, guess what, you're not, Kate Fucking Chopin.

Same thing that goes to you Star Wars fans. Don't get me wrong. I love Star Wars and all the nerds who love it as well, even if it is bad for their health. What I hate is when American Christians try to bend it to their will. It's not natural. They always think that they can use everything and anything to spead the word of God. I love God, but he has nothing to do with Star Wars. Am I the only one who thinks that God likes us to have secular fun every once in a while? Like SciFi? Episode III had some pretty bad lines ("If you're not with me.... then you're my enemy" You're right, Sheldon, George Lucas can be a sack of shit), but he doesn't deserve to be dragged into something that he has nothing to do with. So ask thee, Lord, on bended knee. SAVE STAR WARS FROM YOUR FANATICS! They are truly against what you are about. But hey, like anybody knows anyway.

Fandango

Everybody always says that it's better once you get it out of your system. Just say the magic words and you'll feel all better. Easier said than done, bitch. Once it all comes out, it sounds stupid and you wonder why you told anybody in the first place. Now, with your world in shambles, all you have left is you and your best friend, Shame. Shame always hangs out at my house. Why can't he stay at your place?


Soñado de venganza
Y yo te lo juro
Lo van a pagar

LIARS!

Have any of you seen that new coke commercial? The one with Lincoln High School as the setting. For those of you who haven't, here's a run down.

So there is a group of about 5 guys, and they're all hanging out in their school courtyard all looking at eachother and talking. Then a guy comes down the hill or whatever and jumps off the staircase. Up until now, it just sounds like Levi. But then you see that the guy is on a snowboard. Yes, a snowboard and yes, ther is snow. What. The. Fuck.

I mean, I know TV is fake, but this is just sad. You are desecrating OUR HOME TOWN, hollywood. Would you please keep your lies out of my territory. Don't make me pee all over it again.



my friend use to put his cat in a pillowcase and throw it down the stairs when we were little. the cat's name was Oscar. i use to to call him Oscar the grouch, because he was grouchy a lot of the time.
Maybe he was grouchy because you fucking threw it down the stairs in a pillowcase, genius.

Cool

(Ebony) There is a cat sitting on my foot.
(IDK) You kids and your jive talk.


How do slang and idioms make their way into our language? There are the easy ones like "spill the beans" (Romans used to elect people by putting different colored beans into a jar. If somebody 'spilled the beans' the secret would be out). But then there are the hard ones like "cool" or "spank the monkey". How the hell do those invade our mouths without us knowing?

Better question: How do we make new slang? They had a zits about it. Jeremy wanted to start a new slang word, 'Plasmic' i think it was, and tried to kick it off. He asked his friend how her day was and when she asked him about his, he responded that it was "plasmic". She gave him a dirty look and he made a snide, defeated comment. It failed, you know.

It must be really hard to pull this shit off. First of all, you'd need to have relevence to yourself. After all, why start a cool word if it means nothing to you in the first place? Second of all, It's got to be a cool word. It must make people WANT to say it. Third of all, it must have a following; nobody's going to start saying your word if nobody...starts..saying.......your word. yea. Sounds easy, doesn't it?

Easy like the high school exit exam.

Caress Me Down

when you're stoned at night the golf course looks like marioland
:
heh
i hum the theme music
and jump on bushes
but then i get all cut up
:


Iono. My friend was telling me about a little fun he had when he was smoking weed. "No Mike," he said, "We were only a lil high. You don't smoke, you wouldnt know. So just shut up and listen." And i did. I wonder where the line between "a lil high" and marioland is. I mean, you can't possibly get wasted after one puff. And if marijuana is that fun, then it should be alright. Everything in moderation, right?

But then theres the part where you exceed the "lil high" mark where it supposedly gets magical; that limit where the Goombas and Koopas pop out and wreak havoc on hole #9. Do they just kinda pop up? Or appear. Or materialize. Or what? Where do they come from. Can people see you talk to them? That would be a great video right there.


People talking to hallucinations. $9.95

Does Your Mama Know That You're Up?

I gotta start listening to more ABBA. But yea. I have come to the shocking realization that lots of people have hot sisters. I'm not kidding. But then I was thinking, what if i have a hot sister and there are 8th graders giving my sister the lookover?

When i brought my sister to Lowell as a shadow, everybody was saying something. Dayu of course made some sort of remark but i dont think that my sister heard. Joe was hitting on her with his pink shorts, but Mari quickly laughed him down. Then on the bus ride home Armen was telling me how hot my shadow was. When i told him she was my sister, he didn't believe me. When i convinced him, he quickly stood down cos he thought i was going to beat him up.

But am i required to beat possible boyfriends up? Johanna was telling me about her friend who's brother found out that his sister was going out with some guy. The next day he came to school with a baseball bat looking for him. I don't think i should have to do that. I would, of course, watch out for Mari and check the guy out and make sure he was okay. But there's a limit to that.

Carter is a perfect example. He's not really Connie's big brother, even though he's bigger than his sister, but he damn well acts the part. I dont know too much about how him and kelly started off, but i remember it being rather comical. I'm sure that if kelly became a psycho jerk, Carter would be there to intervene on Connie's behalf. Carter, i think, is a better big brother role model than that other guy above.

I guess eventually my sister is going to have boyfriends. Iono maybe not, but if she does, I'm just gonna get to know him a liiiiittle bit and let my sister go on her merry way. I won't intervene in anything untill something terribly (and impossibly) wrong happens. But yea.

So there you go. Have a hot sister? Watch out for her, but don't be stupid. Be carter.

Ikubak

ook out get out of way i'm going to the atomic cafe i'm going to the atomic cafe you're a mystery to me kabuki girl don't say sayanaro i want to see you tomorrow...



So I've decided that i want to live in an apartment when i grow up. You know how cribs people always have expansive houses with thousands of rooms and beds and couches? I want a 2 story apartment. It would have a nice little nook for this or that. And, of course, the spiral staircase and the fireman's pole.

But how would I finance this little abode of mine. Well, short of any "real" career, I'm guessing that I'd rather own my own bar... or a cornerstore... or gag shop. Think about it! The possibilities are endless. Let's explore.

Bar, pub, tavern, whatever. It would be awesome. First of all, there would be the front: one big wood door with the colored glass in it. There would be a big sign saying the name of my joint. There would be pool tables and pinball tables, and booths with tables. There would always be a nice conversation at the bar. Always rousing. Just some place thats really homey 'hey buddy, what's on your mind? this one's on the house'. Not to mention the interesting characters constantly walking in and out. Like CHEERS! but no annoying Fraisers.

Smash

We're not the ones whose pollution blackened our skies
And ruined the streams
We're not the ones who made the nuclear bombs
That threaten our lives
We're not the ones who let the children starve in faraway lands
We're not the ones who made the streets unsafe to walk at night

And even if we try and not become so overwhelmed
And if we make some contribution to the plight we see
Still our descendents will inherit our mistakes of today
They'll suffer just the same as we and never wonder why


Wow. That put it all in perspective. As children, we have a magical bubble of innocence. We'll at least I'm a child. I don't know about the rest of you (coughtommyashleycough). Children didn't start the war in Iraq. Children didn't start the holocaust. Children don't enslave immigrants who are out on our luck. But if it's not the children, then it must be the adults. Adults have the capacity to be evil. Where does the change happen? When do children who eat candy become adults to slit throats? I may be a mean little bastard, but i can't kill anybody. How can you kill somebody? I guess it must be easy. It happens all the time.

Pumbaa's World

I never used to think that cliche sayings had any real meaning. Be yourself, feel the burn, Hakkunah Mutata; all just phrases that applied to select situations in Disney shows. But now I'm starting to really understand the actual meaning, the special feeling thtat each cliche means.

I guess it started this year. When my grades started slipping, not only did i fail to be alarmed, but I stopped caring as well. Looking for a reason to explain this, I referred to an old warthog. Pumbaa always lived the free and easy life, no worries, just Hakkunah Mutata. This must have been the reason why I 'dont care about my future'.

It's not that i don't care about my future; it's just that I'm too lazy to figure it out. Some people have spent endless hours agonizing over the right choices to make so that they can turn out good in life. "If I take two years of horticulture at Syracuse and get into law school I can go for a degree in political science and then liberal arts because it's easier going from political science to liberal arts that it is to go from libeal arts to political science' AND I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

When can i just start acting like a kid again? Did society really only allot me twelve years to have fun? I guess that's why old people say that youth is wasted on the young: it's because they WASTE OUR YOUTH!!! IT's theft! Arson! Rape! MURDER! Give me my LIFE back! I don't want to be ruled by your upper class of decrepid citizens! I hate old people... they can't drive, either.

You've Got a Blue Orchid

Ugh. World is crashing down finally. It's not like I didn't expect it, it's just that i thought i could avert it by putting a teensy bit more dedication in my work. But I guess that failed. I guess i'm just not the kind of person who finishes things. I'm more of the guy who starts things and just kind of... loses interest. School, unicycle, whatever. Just a failure.

So anyway. We have spelunked our newfound playland and can't wait to put it to practical use. The last dance, i guess. Or senior prank. But dude. Just dude that's so cool. We need a name, like the Underground Railroad, or is that taken? Pipe garden maybe, or the Rat's Nest. Whatever it's still cool. I just hope we dont get caught too bad.

I have opening nite starwarz tix. Hurrah! But then my parents are probably grounding me. I hope that doesnt mean i have to sneak out. that would be fun but i need something that looks like my head to put into my bed. This might be hard. But fun. hard but fun. IHATERO

DINGDONG THE WITCH IS DEAD!

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LORD GOD...bird

The lord god bird. Thought to be extinct for 45 years. But they FOUND ONE! In a swamp. In the south. Apparantly. Everybody in the birdnerdgroup started bursting out in tears when they realized that it wasn't extinct yet. LORD GOD...bird is back again. Quite a funny article.

I just saw that Gary Coleman commercial again. You know. The one about loans or savings or whatnot. I just realized that he looks just as tall as everybody else. The studio actually had the entire set remodeled to be proportionate to his height! The walls, the door, the desk - they even used a small laptop instead of a desktop to make him look bigger! That little man. That poor little man. He didn't even get to play himself in the Avenue Q musical. I loved that musical. I saw it debut in NY! And i have my two posters on my wall - WHAT THE FUZZ ARE YOU LOOKING AT? and I am NOT a closeted HOMOWHATEVER! Just nailed it right on the head. The internet IS for porn! Nothing to be ashamed of. Puppet sex is not against the constitution or the bible! You just gotta say you're sorry, afterwards. But yea.

Final order of business. I know that not that many people are interested in my summer plan, but for the few people it does concern, you better pay attention. Or not, whatever. First of all on my lists is concerts. If i do one thing this whole summer it's gonna be concert hopping. That means BFD (FOOFIGHTERSSOCIALDALKALINETRIOSENSESFAILJACKSONUNITEDANDMUCHMUCHMORE!) and Warped Tour (THEOFFSPRINGANDTHEUSUALS!) plus all the normal ones i got to get to. THEN there's work. Gotta work. Gotta save money for college. THEN there's the roadtrip. Sometime this summer i'm going to drive down to san diego. Anybody want to come along? Free room and board. About a mile away from the beach and funfunfun. Lets go! Then there's my birthday but that's not important. I should go see an R rated movie, just cos i can. I'm sure there is other stuff, but that will come later.

I just think that I should be left alone more often. Left alone outside...


PS. *tunnel spelunking on tuesday. bring a flashlight*