Fuck You Jordan

Done, man. Cleaned my entire fucking room. If you've ever really seen my room, you know how much of an accomplishment that is. It took me a few days and about 10 hours, but I'm fucking done. My nose is sneezy because of all the dust. Maybe I'll vacuum later (when i say done i mean it looks clean until you look at the doghair and dust on the carpet). Christ. Now if i can leave it like that for two more months...

My cousins will be coming over in a couple days. They'll be staying for a week. These are the ones from Georgia. Aunt Marcy (who is my mom but older), Sissy (who i just noticed looks and acts alot like john candy), KK, and their friends Tia and thisothergirlidontknow. Everybody is at least 35 years old. Guess where they're staying. That's right. My room and the room adjacent. That means that I am displaced for an entire week. I'm not going to like this alot. It also means that I have to hide all my stuff. I'm going to have to get creative here..




No srsly I am freaking out my bird. It doesn't know what I'm saying or is confused as to why I'm saying it. I can't reproduce some of the noises perfectly, but i'm getting there. More later.

Bro Hymn

Are you ever hungry late at night, but realize you can't cook and/or you're too lazy to do anything buy eat out of the box/fridge/microwave? Have you ever looked in your freezer and thought to yourself, "Yea, I can eat 25 potstickers" but then figure out that it includes more than just throwing them on a pan? then you start to wonder if your midnight meal can consist of sourcream and nothing but sourcream.

basically, i'm hoping that my helplessness in the kitchen (minus 10 meals a week for the plan) will help me lose weight in college.


I think I can communicate with my bird. More on this later.

Get No Dizzy Spells

One of my neightbors died. The good one. Vince and Ilse have been our great neighbors since my mom was a little girl. I've know Vince all my life. Then I wake up today and my day goes "Guess who died?" He might not have known how to put it, but that was a bit harsh. But it's okay. They were good friends and my dad was hurt too. Vince Cannizarro was a great guy. He used to play tennis wiht his longtime wife Ilse. I remmember them sunbathing in the afternoon sun in their garage. Every chance they got. That's why they were so tan and why, lately, they'be been so pale.

I'll miss Vince. I didn't cry, but I'll miss him.

I Fed Tippy Crackerjacks...Cos That's What I Was Eating

Do you think anybody would bomb San Francisco? Maybe not the middle eastern terrorists, cos the more strategic places are dc and ny and possibly la. but korea, they could hit us easy, ny and dc would be kinda hard. and the thing is that terrorists dont necessarily aim for the economic or legislative critical points. They want to hit our hearts as well as our society. what would you do if hezbollah or kimjongil blew up the ggb? i would cry a billion tears. no really i would. transamerica? who cares? cablecar bombs? whatever. ggb? *tear*.

but these are all really silly things. we're actually very close to nuclear warfare. that's terrifying. we wont even die quickly. we'll die of sickness and melting and contamination. its sad when animals become extinct, but it's horrifying to know that we're heading in that direction too, but we caused it. some might call it suigenocide. or maybe i should go to bed.


mother fucker. fuck the middle east. fuck america. fuck europeans. fuck russians. fuck koreans and chinese people. fuck african warlords. the world would be better off if the japanese, the indians, and the starving african people ruled the world. but not for long because they'd be the one's in power and then nothing would change.

fuck humans, man.

Sittin On an Egg

Last night was the first night in a long time that i wasn't up until 3 am. Today i have to go downtown and turn in my timeslips for jackson. Anyway, last night was also the first night in a while that i spent some non-sleeping time at home. I dont know, the summer, she seems wasted when i am sitting on ze couch or in my home in general. If im not outside my house then i guess im not having fun. fuck i hate this household, but i like the house. how strange..

did you know that levi is leaving soon? think about it. i have like 2 or 3 weeks left of company. then my parents want to go on a road trip (ugh) for 4 days and im not diggin it at all. and by that time we will only have about 10 days of levi left! its cool for him but its really sad for us.

i guess im jealous of the slimecreeps because i think their joint trip to shanghai is so cool. i want to do one of those. a trip to somewhere with friends.i propose that we go to new york or something. or fucking canada i dont care. i wanna do it before the summer ends. who knows? we could even stay with levi!

fuckfuckfuckihatecompanyitstolemysummer!

Cracked Like A Nut

Is it just me, or did the Chinese government suddenly become the luckiest bunch of bastards in the world? Just over a week ago it was proven that they were harvesting organs from practicing falun gong members. Falun Gong peeps were imprisoned for no reason, and here's the trippy part, they only ask you for your blood type. Then you rot in a cell until a wealthy american needs a heart and then they kill you and take it and give it to the other guy. Horrible, eh?

Well, turns out that just a little less than over a week ago, Israel and Hezbollah started asking like pussybitches and started killing eachother/others/innocentpeople. Man, the chinese really dodged a bullet here. I guess the world just likes Israel better, or what if they caused it? huh!? HUH!!??

I think the only reason it's happening is because the falun gong are being dehumanized in china. they're worse than dogs. i dont know how anybody can do that. it would probably be hard for me to kill a murderer, h less innocent people. i'm not really sure what falun gong is, but its nothing to be subhuman about.

I'm sorry, I have to stop. My bird, Mango just erupted from the VCR.

Moral of the story: For every rich white person committing an evil deed, statistically speaking, there's a Chinese gov't official doing something just as bad.

Surgical, Stunning

See, I've been on a roll. A couple good posts in a roll and tonight i had nothin. So i wrote about books. psh. like anybody reads anymore. but here's a real one.

watching the daily show lately, i've been feeling kind of bad that jon stewart is being so callous to the situation in the middle east. i mean, how can you make jokes about people dying at the same moment that you're trying to be funny? it just felt so wrong.

but then i remembered that jon stewart is doing what he is supposed to do. make jokes about stuff thats happening now. he isn't letting this tragedy get to him. even in these dark times, he's still trying to bring out a joke or two in his own style.

jon stewart just has big balls is all. i guess some people could learn from that. have big balls. and dont let things get you down and keep you from doing the things you love and/or supposed to do.

Street Soldier

So I think the thing is that hollywood only ruins good books. Jurassic park, ummm. i haven't read too many others. but anyway. i want to find alot of movie books and read all of them. soylent green, dune... actually. i just want to read alot of scifi. i love scifi books. i still have the man-kzin wars in my bookcase.

speaking of bookcases. i just cleaned mine out and i am very proud. like. i have books that i actually like/d to read. and their mine. or not. i stole alot of them from friends. if one of you is reading this, no you are not getting it back.but i'm proud of the stuff i read. damn proud.

i gotta get on tropical animal. it looks so sexy.

Damn. I keep forgetting what I want to blog.

I had like, a billion good ideas for tonight's blog, but i forgot them all.

I am looking forward to seeing Henry Cho perform. The asian community in sf seems hyped up about it, but yet again, these are the guys that like dat phan and margaret cho. That's why I hate asian people. They think that they're so cool because they're asian. But they're not. Dragonboat, taking chinese, watching dat phan and margaret cho. Those aren't necessarily cool, they're just sheltering themselves like immigrants. they need to get out of their boxes and do things that americans do. and not just white americans. americans! i know tons of asian people who live in the mission and know nothing about mexican cultures. chinese people hate anything that isn't east asian or white american. goddamn chinks. get fucking lives. DAT PHAN IS NOT FUNNY! MARGARET CHO IS ONLY SLIGHTLY FUNNIER!

Henry Cho, the dignity of your chinky race is at hand. You BETTER be funny.




Trouble in ISRAFGHYIANONANAQ. What if it is WWIII? I hope they blow themselves up before they get the rest of us into it...

Worst Day, Ever Quothe the Comic Book Guy

Man today sucked. My car broke down on the freeway with no shoulders yesterday and it was towed to a garage on Stanyan and Oak. So i had to wake up early, do chores, and then get down there. then we had to wait for the car to be towed to the garage we usually get work done through. they told us that the transmission was kaput even though we just got it replace a year point five ago. it's like, motherfucker, you should have fixed my fucking car. then after it was towed, my mom yelled at teh guy for a while cos he fucked us over. i got done at 4pm and was about to go down to the beach when catherine, my coworker called. she was having an emergency so i basically had to go down to the shop for 4 hours. jackson personnel called me on the way and offered me a job for 5 days that paid 25 bucks an hour, but i couldnt take it seeing as how i had company during that time. fuck company man. that hella would have paid like 1-2000 dollars for 5 days. mother fucker. so i work for 4 hours and im late for the bonfire, so i call yoongi and she's at her house with jeena. and then they do the normal girl thing and fuk around for 2 hours before we can leave then it takes us almost 2 hours to get home and then to the beach. we finally get to the bonfire and find out that the bonfire had been over for an hour already. then i have to get the girls to a 1 california stop and, consequently, had to walk through the park to get home. it took me an hour. now im here and my finger is burned because the wick of my firework sparked and hit me in the finger.


25 bucks per fucking hour. fuck company

fuck today man. fuck today

Hi Morgan

I'm tempted to only address these posts to you because you're the only one who reads this. Even with the high irregularity of my posts, you're still hungry for Mhmm. Oh well. This is a story I wrote during my Ireland trip between sophomore and junior year. It was during the first or second day in Dublin, or on our trip as a whole. I'm not that much of a writer and I certainly wasn't then, but I still hope you like it.

Dublin Taxi - Aug 3

We were already waiting for him when the taxi driver pulled up in front of Kinlay House. He pulled up with half of the car on the sidewalk; the engine was still running. When he stepped out of the cab I could see he was about thirtyfive. His face was slightly red and his hair was gelled slightly back. I stepped toward the trunk to put my suitcase in when he came up to me.

"Wahr ya headed" he asked. He smelled of cigarettes. I mumbled something about the Dublin Docks or Port and when it became apparent to him that I wasn't going to answer his question, he asked my parents. They told the man when we were going to Dublin Port. I was more of less right. I was just too afraid to let my kinsman know I had an accent.

After we put everything in the trunk, we piled in the car. Not surprisingly, it also smelled like cigarettes. I glanced over at what I thought was the driver's seat and raised my eyebrows when Dad popped in. When I looked over to the right, I realized that I made the usual mistake of a foreigner in Ireland. I knew Irish people drove on the wrong...left side of the road, but i guess it takes more than a day to fully kick in.

The cab driver stepped in teh car and put it into drive. We were about a block away from out hostel when he honked his horn at some jaywalker. I wasn't really paying attention, though. For some reason I started staring at his shirt. It was white, with yellow and blue squares. I bet it smelled like cigarettes. Then out of the silence, my dad spoke.

"So how'd you spend your Bank Holiday? We just figured out about it yesterday and were wondering why all the shops were closed." He was stuttering a bit.

"Wa's thaht?" the cabbie asked. I think it was a combination of my fathers inarticulation and the driver's simply not caring that allowed the question to be repeated.

"I said 'How'd you spend your Bank Holiday?'" Dad repeated.

"Drank mostly.. Typical thing to do, eh?" I guess it was.

"Well, which pub did you go to?" Dad asked. "Normally," he added. the cabbie thought about it for a second.

"The Dogs Bollox, or whichever has the loudest singing." It sounded like fun. "No offence, but at least if Americans are there, they got some big balls...I mean guts." He honked at someone on the sidewalk. "Friend o' mine..."

"So who do you usually drive around? Who are your usual sutomers?" Dad was an obvious American. He asked too many questions; ones that he certainly wouldn't ask an American cabbie.

"Oh, you konw. Families like you. Umm... Stags and hens.." He wasn't used to these kinds of questions.

"Oh..yea. And a hen.. would be..?"

"A married lady."

"Of course, of course." After a couple seconds of silence, the cabbie's cell phone rang. It was a blue Samsung. My cousin Joe had one of those fresh off the market from Japan the last time I saw him. Four years later, this cabbie had the same model. He picked up the earpiece from the ashtray and plugged it in the appropriate orafice.

"Oy, yea?"

"Sean, wahr ye goin? You fookin honk me down and zoom by!" The phone was quite loud and I could hear ever crackle quite clearly.

"Stop corsin!" he chuckled, "I've got pahssengers!"

"Speak louder! I cahn't fookin 'ear you."

"I said stop your corsin! I got fookin..I got pahssengers."

"Oy. I'll call ye back later then. Cheers."

"Cheers, mate" He looks sheepishly back at us. "Sorry about thaht"

"No problem," said my dad. My mother looked unamused. We drove in silence for another six or seven minutes before we reached the Port. We got out and boarded the ferry. It was a long way to England.




Meh. My story ended prematurely so i had to remember what happened for the last couple lines. But it's done.

Smokey the Dolphin

I was thinking a really good think in the General MacArthur Tunnel, but now i forgot what my think was. So I got another one. I'm not ashamed to say that I thought of it in church.

I was remembering the guy who said he could see people's auras. The interviewer put a magazine in front of his face and asked 'can you see the aura around my head now that my face is covered?' and the guy said yes. then the interviewer went behind a wall that was just slightly taller than him and told the guy to find where he was based on the aura he gave off. the other guy said that there was a cosmic interruption or something. whatever he was a liar.

I think i see auras. Not in that hollywood sense, but like, hmmm. I remember playing kickball in middleschool and everybody had their own personal color. Max Mah was a deep fire red. Like that tshirt he always war. Alfredo Mendez was orange. Damon Hudson was blue, as was Nick Philliou. It was kinda like that. And it still is. i think that these auras i saw were representative of their personalities.

i can't use this ability too much these days. the gift doesnt come as easy as it once did. but i wondered, what if i could see the auras clearly and they were representative of their souls? it would make things a hell of a lot easier. i could pick my friends a little easier (lord knows i need help with that), but it could make things a hell of a lot harder. I might be responsible for people souls. I might be like joan of arcadia and have to help people achieve salvation. I might have to get people to turn their lives around. That would suck. But then maybe god would talk to me. And not that 'god is in me, and in the wind and in the world' bunch of crap. god actually talked to joan of arcadia. can't he just call me up and tell me he's real? this would be a nice sign. the power to see people's souls and help them change their lives. i wonder if babies would have clean auras or just no aura at all. they're just innocent.

oh the thinks you can think when you have to listen to the pianist at church talk about himself.




fuck this movie was depressing.

Reno 911 Is My Only Friend

So. Wow. First there was orientation. And i met some really cool people. I ihad fun. And i feel better about going to sb. This weekend was company and superman and warped. warped was freakin awesoem. i had so much fun. i got like 15 cds and lots of tshirts. i also got to go to laurens party. and i had so much fun there. and yoongi got to sleep over for 2 nights. that was cool. track banquet wasnt even that bad.

but shit. today was a bad ending to a great weekend.


it sucks enough that people change. but its worse when people change people. it isnt fair. i find i'm hating lots of my friends. it sucks.