Tuesday.... mmmm

I awoke tuesday morning to the snaggle of my cell phone ringtone and to Kim's voice. My voice aparently was sounding like a pile of poop at the moment. So we talked about 6 minuites or so and we move ourselves to the computer where we engage in a hearty conversation with Saddaf. So i'm later rushing out after eating a hearty breakfast of a rice crispy square and a glass of milk and I catch the bus. I had to fumble for my change and this chinese guy was sitting in the seat with a smirk when he saw me drop a nickel and dime and them my glasses. Jackass.... So after a quick ride where I got off at Encinal and Park, I was swearing to yell profanities at the stoplights there since they take forever. And i'm walking past the Lucky 13 and I notice my head's shadow. OMG, my hair is sticking up in the back. I cant look like this! So i'm making feeble attempts to flatten it to my head and I eventually manage to do so by the time I reach the front entrance. I ask if Ms. Pula is in and she is and i'm waiting in the C&C center and ☼↕‼ ◄--- just some symbols. She took longer to get to the office than the bus ride to AHS. So after all that and some congratulations from her, I took off towards the Library and I see what Joe meant as I stared into the supply room. A pair of plastic AK-47s brandished themselves in the window. I enter the library and notice this one family who were all wearing rubber clogs which is rather ridiculous. The 3 year old and the 6 year old all had clogs. Even the mother had those stupid looking shoes on. So i'm wandering the miniscule music section the Library boasts and i'm looking at the drivers manuals for 2006. The golden gate. About damn time too... So I hear footsteps and I assumed they were someone else's and I begin to walk out towards the corner so I could see Kim come in, but lo and behold, there she is coming up the staircase in sexy brown vans. We embrace and she takes a whiff of my deoderant. Seriously, it's catnip for kims. So we meander to longs where we're navigating around cases of beer and water while still holding each other. She makes a few purchases and we take a look inside Doumit, that new shoe store. And we're both admiring the skate shoes on display and the baby chucks and the boots. I had my eyes on pumas, which I didnt find. Oh, they sell flatboard baseball caps there as well. Now I know where to go to look hip. haha. Hip. And we're walking through stores and then we turn on lincoln and see a bajillion orange cones and we're just hugging each other even more. Around here, we began to talk about our sexuality and since we're both BI, but it turns out, we're only a little bit Bi. And we walk as far as her apartment complex and we walk along chestnut and walk towards south shore. We're walking and more orange cones along the way. We go into Trader Joe's and there we stick our hands into the freezers to cool off her arms. And then, she's giddy over the mountains of chocolate. I buy her the largest one i could find and man she's the best gal ever and deserves it. So we stroll over to Waldenbooks and now the horse rears it head. In the manga section, she's shouting OMG! Naruto 10! OMG! So, I calm her down, give her a hug and then I wander independently towards the bargain books. Some books I was interested in. And She startled me when she appeared by my side. We look through a naruto magazine and then at the humor section and she's got me all tied up in hands. I explain to her I'm still questionable in the religious world and she offered me guidance in buddhism. So after that we walk to Mel's Bowl where she would wait for her scout troop so they could start bowling. And here, we're cuddling in plastic chairs and I couldnt help but watch the "young at heart" old fogie bowlers play. And here, Linnea Oddie walks up and Kim explains to her i'm her BF. Now I know we're totally serious. Looking back, I loved today. So as we discover, Kim's scout group was behind us all along while we were looking through a japanese marching magazine. So as i'm leaving she walks me out and we cant get out of the alley. The outdoor carpet was in the way. After a struggle, we get out and. We have our kiss. This is the first truly romantic kiss I've ever had. It blows all the other kisses away. It was interesting. It was new. A totally new sensation i've never felt before. Passion streaked around between us as we kept kissing. We both tasted like chocolate and we couldnt help but keep kissing. So i'm leaving for the bus stop. I'm giddy, high on life, everything you could say. Oh my.... I... heart... racing...I felt cold at the bus stop alone after that... But I cant wait for tonight's call. Although, i'm totally pooped out... I<3 you kim!

The more I think about

The more I think about it. On saturday, when Me and Kim were on the 51, I wish the bus had been crowded so that we'd both stand and we'd embrace each other all the way back. But I guess sitting is just as good.

Senior Pictures

Today, I feel like describing the process of taking a senior photo. So they bring you into a dressing room and give you a tuxedo shirt with short sleeves and capable of being ripped off. It's pretty weird wearing it. And the photographer tied the tie way too tight. I started to feel it during the digital photos when it felt hot and chokey. But anyways. They dont even give you a full shirt. And a sleeve. A shirt and one elastic sleeve. The jacket doesnt even have buttons. So i'm sitting there taking photos with my arm closing up the jacket. It's a weird sensation. I'm staring at my legs in shorts and my upper body in a half tux. You wont understand what I mean until you take the photo yourself...

oh

I think I kissed her sunglasses today by accident... God i'm embarassing...

Date which I'll never forget...

So for the first time, I'm going to meet, Kim. Not any Kim, but Kim England. How hot is that? She has the last name that's a country. And a country I like too. So 2 hot points. So before today, me and her had been talking a whole lot on the phone and online and we decided we just really really had to meet each other. So... we kinda decided to meet on sunday, but I had to attend a wedding sunday, so we pushed it ahead to Saturday to meet. So I started to leave my house with a CD I compiled for her. She calls me, And I say: 10 minuites. I'll be there in 10 minuites... 10 minuites later, i'm wandering lost in Clipper Cove. I get to around safeway about 20 minuites later. I'm standing there thinking. Oh my god, i'm late like 10 minuites and Should I run and buy her a box of oreos? I thought crossed my mind 10000 times. I decided against it since I was late enough. Much to my amagement, they're watching something on Quantum Physics. I'm rather shocked since I'm guessing that Kim was the second oldest there. And she and some sophmores were watching quantum physics? That gave me an Idea of what the day might have become like.

So we're driven to South Shore by her friend and we start walking and at first it's a bit awkward. We're talking about sunglasses and spotting the largest Dandelion i've ever seen. The seed pod was the size of an apple. But back to kim. We start holding hands, and it's kinda comfortable, a little bit sweaty, but a nice feeling. We pass the sandcastle stuff and stare at the duckponds and start talking about waves and college. And we're totally orange about our futures and stuff. So We're in upperwashington and holding hands and cuddling beneath a bumpy tree and staring at the pictures in my phone. I'm explaning every picture to her. It's a nice experience. Then she notices i'm wearing deoderant that smells nice so she's smelling all over me. Hehe, it tickles. She's sniffing everywhere and it's not until the corner of webster when she pops one of the biggest questions i'll ever hear. Ah kim. My first love.... How I whisper sweet things into thee. So we're spending time at thin man, playing around with banjos and guitars and ukuleles. She's a truly amazing person around musical instruments. It brings out the sexy beast in her. GRRRRRROWL. We're walking still hoping to come across starbucks soon and we do eventually. I buy her some water and myself a soda. One of those Jones' Company Sodas that have a fortune in it. I'm staring at it and I couldnt help but smile.

"Your Current Plans Will become Succesful"

We're both loving it and the fortune cookie gods obviously smile upon us. And we're sitting in starbucks by the window reading and searching through each other's wallets and purses. (I dont have a purse if you're reading this Mr. Joo). And we decide to be cunning and evil by lowering the shade 6 inches. And we grab the bus back to park and we're sitting there waiting and cupcaking in the bus kiosk. The kiss was a bit awkward since I tried to kiss her cheek and she turned and I touched her lips. I dunno If I did it on purpose or not, but I felt a bit uneasy. But On the bus, I waved farewell sat in the bus. Grinning from ear to ear. I have a ladyfriend, as dan puts it. I could have jumped out the window and yelled to the world.

On the lighter note. At dinner in a chinese resturant today, I got my fortune.

"You are succesful Today"



I sure as hell aint gonna forget today, June 17, 2006...

awesome:

http://onegoodmove.org/1gm/1gmarchive/2006/06/sunday_bloody_s_1.html

My Day in SF

So afterschool, I had missed rehersal after tugging some strings and my brother's graduation (much to my dismay). I got on bart around 1:15 and it was relatively empty. I go to the SF main library and everywhere that's not guarded smells like pee. It's annoying how there are so many homeless in the library. I mean, I understand that everyone has the right to a library card, but when they use the study desks to sew and sleep, it's down right annoying to look for a place to work and study that isint covered in hobo germs. So after awhile, i'm getting bored of the library so I wander off to Van Ness to look around. Not much to do apart from walk about. I think I killed most of the time at the bookstore and walking from McAllister to Bush and back down to McAllister. I looked around some of the buildings and in them. Nothing interesting, apart from the American Legion building. I saw a helmet! But while I walked past a walgreens, this crazy black woman walked by, holding like forty walgreens bags filled with hundres of more walgreens bags inside each one. And it's a really awkward sight. I have my interview, that went over fine. I did awful on the computer test. I did it like nOOb way to adjust the margins and I had no idea what mail merge was. God i'm lame. But the day ended on a high note with dinner at Olive Garden to celebrate my little brother's Graduation from LMS

Aw Poop

So today has been incredibly off. I got extremely nervous when doing my presentation in Physics class today. I thought it didnt go to well either. I choked up and kept switching between overhead and monitor. And I seemed to not have a good concept of my topic. But this was my own words and research. Then Jazz band. We go out for the bi-annual final day trip to Jim's Cafe. I ordered Linguini chicken with white sauce. They give me red sauce. At first, I didnt mind, but After a while, it was just nasty. And then I go out to start walking towards Little John Park. As i'm crossing the street at Santa Clara and Chestnut, some guy gets arrested as he drives by me. While I'm on the bus, I get pushed over. And the driver is an ass. Now i'm at little John. I fall in poop. Someone broke my frisbee. But I was pitcher for Kickball. That made my day.

Wrong wrong wrong!

Dont use the flag like that ever people. Not even if you're in the world cup.

If WWII was an RTS game

It'd go like this:

*Hitler[AoE] has joined the game.*
*Eisenhower has joined the game.*
*paTTon has joined the game.*
*Churchill has joined the game.*
*benny-tow has joined the game.*
*T0J0 has joined the game.*
*Roosevelt has joined the game.*
*Stalin has joined the game.*
*deGaulle has joined the game.*
Roosevelt: hey sup
T0J0: y0
Stalin: hi
Churchill: hi
Hitler[AoE]: cool, i start with panzer tanks!
paTTon: lol more like panzy tanks
T0JO: lol
Roosevelt: o this fockin sucks i got a depression!
benny-tow: haha america sux
Stalin: hey hitler you dont fight me i dont fight u, cool?
Hitler[AoE]; sure whatever
Stalin: cool
deGaulle: **** Hitler rushed some1 help
Hitler[AoE]: lol byebye frenchy
Roosevelt: i dont got **** to help, sry
Churchill: wtf the luftwaffle is attacking me
Roosevelt: get antiair guns
Churchill: i cant afford them
benny-tow: u n00bs know what team talk is?
paTTon: stfu
Roosevelt: o yah hit the navajo button guys
deGaulle: eisenhower ur worthless come help me quick
Eisenhower: i cant do **** til rosevelt gives me an army
paTTon: yah hurry the fock up
Churchill: d00d im gettin pounded
deGaulle: this is fockin weak u guys suck
*deGaulle has left the game.*
Roosevelt: im gonna attack the axis k?
benny-tow: with what? ur wheelchair?
benny-tow: lol did u mess up ur legs AND ur head?
Hitler[AoE]: ROFLMAO
T0J0: lol o no america im comin 4 u
Roosevelt: wtf! thats bullsh1t u fags im gunna kick ur asses
T0JO: not without ur harbors u wont! lol
Roosevelt: u little biotch ill get u
Hitler[AoE]: wtf
Hitler[AoE]: america hax, u had depression and now u got a huge fockin army
Hitler[AoE]: thats bullsh1t u hacker
Churchill: lol no more france for u hitler
Hitler[AoE]: tojo help me!
T0J0: wtf u want me to do, im on the other side of the world retard
Hitler[AoE]: fine ill clear you a path
Stalin: WTF u arsshoel! WE HAD A FoCKIN TRUCE
Hitler[AoE]: i changed my mind lol
benny-tow: haha
benny-tow: hey ur losing ur guys in africa im gonna need help in italy soon sum1
T0J0: o **** i cant help u i got my hands full
Hitler[AoE]: im 2 busy 2 help
Roosevelt: yah thats right ***** im comin for ya
Stalin: church help me
Churchill: like u helped me before? sure ill just sit here
Stalin: dont be an arss
Churchill: dont be a commie. oops too late
Eisenhower: LOL
benny-tow: hahahh oh sh1t help
Hitler: o man ur focked
paTTon: oh what now biotch
Roosevelt: whos the cripple now lol
*benny-tow has been eliminated.*
benny-tow: lame
Roosevelt: gj patton
paTTon: thnx
Hitler[AoE]: WTF eisenhower hax hes killing all my sh1t
Hitler[AoE]: quit u hacker so u dont ruin my record
Eisenhower: Nuts!
benny~tow: wtf that mean?
Eisenhower: meant to say nutsack lol finger slipped
paTTon: coming to get u hitler u paper hanging hun cocksocker
Stalin: rofl
T0J0: HAHAHHAA
Hitler[AoE]: u guys are fockin gay
Hitler[AoE]: ur never getting in my city
*Hitler[AoE] has been eliminated.*
benny~tow: OMG u noob you killed yourself
Eisenhower: ROFLOLOLOL
Stalin: OMG LMAO!
Hitler[AoE]: WTF i didnt click there omg this game blows
*Hitler[AoE] has left the game*
paTTon: hahahhah
T0J0: WTF my teammates are n00bs
benny~tow: shut up noob
Roosevelt: haha wut a moron
paTTon: wtf am i gunna do now?
Eisenhower: yah me too
T0J0: why dont u attack me o thats right u dont got no ships lololol
Eisenhower: fock u
paTTon: lemme go thru ur base commie
Stalin: go to hell lol
paTTon: fock this sh1t im goin afk
Eisenhower: yah this is gay
*Roosevelt has left the game.*
Hitler[AoE]: wtf?
Eisenhower: sh1t now we need some1 to join
*tru_m4n has joined the game.*
tru_m4n: hi all
T0J0: hey
Stalin: sup
Churchill: hi
tru_m4n: OMG OMG OMG i got all his stuff!
tru_m4n: NUKES! HOLY **** I GOT NUKES
Stalin: d00d gimmie some plz
tru_m4n: no way i only got like a couple
Stalin: omg dont be gay gimmie nuculer secrets
T0J0: wtf is nukes?
T0J0: holy ****holy****hoyl****!
*T0J0 has been eliminated.*
*The Allied team has won the game!*
Eisenhower: awesome!
Churchill: gg noobs no re
T0J0: thats bull**** u fockin suck
*T0J0 has left the game.*
*Eisenhower has left the game.*
Stalin: next game im not going to be on ur team, u guys didnt help me for ****
Churchill: wutever, we didnt need ur help neway dumbarss
tru_m4n: l8r all
benny~tow: bye
Churchill: l8r
Stalin: fock u all
tru_m4n: shut up commie lol
*tru_m4n has left the game.*
benny~tow: lololol u commie
Churchill: ROFL
Churchill: bye commie
*Churchill has left the game.*
*benny~tow has left the game.*
Stalin: i hate u all fags
*Stalin has left the game.*
paTTon: lol no1 is left
paTTon: weeeee i got a jeep
*paTTon has been eliminated.*
paTTon: o sh1t!
*paTTon has left the game.*

The Dray Cart

Here's something I wrote back in Feburary 15 at night, 2006. I'm transferring some of my work from livejournal if you've noticed by now.

Father McHerod stood on the stone steps of the centuries old monastary. He breathed in that quiet cold irish air. He strolled through the church's garden admiring the simple dasies along the wall. He had never felt that the more exotic plants were any more appealing. He had the desire to live simply, humbly and peacefully. Every morn, he'd stand outside the church working the garden. But what's this? Something new came rushing down the road. It was Erlskine Thompson in a new dray cart.
'Mawning Fasssah' came from the hairy man
'Good morning Erlskine. What have you here now?'
'Oh this be one of the newest models. I even sent out to dublin to get gold parts.' He obviously was referring to the hubcaps and gold trimmed handle bars. Erlskine stepped out of the cart. The leather top wiggling as the fat man exited. 'What you be doing by planting so many flowers? And so many kinds as well. You shouldda done as I have suh. I invested all my money into potato farms. And look at me now!'
Reverend McHerod scanned the new man from felt bowler to patent leather shoes. He certainly looked profitable. 'No, my place is here with the church. I'm to help with the people. I'm starting a small vegetable garden on the monastary grounds.'
'No need for that. Grow potatoes and you'll be feeding the whole town.' With that, he made a paunchy turnaround and clumsily sat back into the dray. It drove away with the mare pulling it steadily.
'That man... Tsk. he'll be the ruin of the town.'

In 1848, the Potato Famine struck Ireland. Millions were starving and moved towards America to escape. Few such as Father McHerod survived from either funding from the catholic church or because of his vegetable garden that didnt include potatos at all.

Several years later. Father McHerod was nearly 72. He was a wise priest and already had a replacement for him sent in so he could live out the rest of his life in the garden. On the side, he still attended to some church masses and ran a small soup kitchen for the less fourtunate. To his shock and surprise, it was Erlskine Thompson eating at one of the tables.
'I'm shocked at you Erlskine Thompson. A richman feeding off of the church. A man like yourself should be ashamed.'
The man turned around. It looked like Erlskine Thompson, but only a vague remembrance of it. The man nodded and shuffled out the door. He was wearing the same felt bowler and shoes McHerod had seen Thompson in several years ago. Realizing what had happened, McHerod brought Thompson back in and started to ask.
'What happened?'
'Farm... all gone. I've got no more money. I cant afford passage to America anymore. I've sold my house, my fortune my land. What else do I have left worth a ticket to new yorke?'
'Do you still have the Dray?'
'Yes'
Father McHerod nodded
'You have to survive. What's the use in keeping that darned thing?'
'Never! I may be a poor man, but i was richer than you' He rushed out the door and jumped into the Dray with surprising agility. McHerod chased him out the door. The Dray rumbled quickly over the road. Off the road. Through a field. Realizing what was happening McHerod ran as fast as his church shoes could manage him. For an old man, he still had life in him. Donnfarlane is a coastal region, known for it's steep cliffs. Thompson was headed straight for one. McHerod leapt into the dray after catching up with it. Pushed Erlskine out and plummeted over the side. Erlskine still shaken looked over the cliffside. He still saw the father and the cart falling. Falling like a heavy rock thrown into the air. The horse was still harnessed to it. It whinnied before it hit the cold water below. The Cart splintered on the rocks. Erlskine grew nervous. He scanned the area below for any signs of life. The horse managed to break free and began to move towards the small pebbly beach. He saw McHerod's moving body. Paddling towards shore. Erlskine, overcome with relief, plopped onto the sweet smelling grass. He heard a yell. He looked over again. The tide was going out. It sucked McHerod underneath the waves, and then no more. Erlskine quickly ran towards the beach. The water lapped at his feet. A pair of glasses washed up. They were McHerod's very own.

Several Years Later.

You might have not heard, but what happened was almost a miracle. Erlskine revamped his ways. He helped the local community and helped with sunday mass. Thompson stood in the garden McHerod had worked with a delicate had for years. The Acadias were in full bloom. As were the dragonsnaps and Tulips. But one plant wasnt. The dasies growing against the wall still were drooping.
'I think I'll help you little flowers. Without the support of others, we may die.' At that moment, a young dashing fellow came riding up in an automobile. It was loud and fast.
'Morning Mr. Thompson. Lookee there. She's a beaut isint it? A brand new Essex Raceabout.'
'How could you afford this young Leary?'
'I invested all my money into a shirt factory. Triangle Shirtwaist I think they call it.'
'Change your ways young Leary. Before it ruins you. Have diversity, enjoy life not the money. Here.' he handed young Leary one of the daisies against the wall. The only good one that was left. Leary held it. Pondered for a moment then came words.
'I have to go into town er Mr. Thompson. I'll be arriving back by train. Will you be there with a Dray cart to pick me up?'
'Better yet, i'll walk you home.'

hate

Hate is a strong word, and that's why I use it to describe things

If there were things that i hated, i'd list them, so here's a list...

1. Piedgon People
2. Homework
3. the word "stuff"
4. chatterboxes
5. the number 3
6. Cigarrette smoke
7. the fact that people think drugs are safe
8. people who hate america
9. the common cold
10. the flu
11. pimples
12. cars that drive by and make your windows shake
13. those little damn motorcycles
14. having long hair (on myself)
15. music that sounds like garbled junk
16. the fact that when I lay in bed, there's always a song pounding in head
17. insomnia
18. bathrooms where you have to pay to get into
19. chiclets
20. the use of swear words every 6 seconds
21. having to go through all this crap to get a permit
22. having to wait 6 months before getting a liscence
23. not having a permit or liscence
24. overrated cars: escalade, denali, navigator, camero, viper, corvette. (alot of old people drive these)
25. not having any money to spend freely

Revisit: original date: June 19, 2005

I am sad that all of my seniors are leaving. It's too sad that they have to leave. I wish such things were not so...

so here we go:

my last words with...

Darrell Dumas: "I came to gloat, but you took my gloat, threw it into the air, shot it, picked up the pieces, threw them into the incenerator, ate the ashes and then pooped it out."

Dan Brownson: "One last time... Huzzah!!!" "Bork Bork Bork"

Gina Hu: "Dammit, I lied again"

Mary Kay Hickox: "You can come back and visit... It's ONLY a 45 minuite commute"

Alex Valazquez: "I can imagine you hugging a pair of Dave Grohl's underpants"

Rachel Thoma: "I cant bear to see the talent leave"

John Sedlak: "Ah, the satisfaction knowing that somewhere, someone is going to bed the minuite you wake up"

Just something to remember to do this year as well

Bah!

People have no clue on how to fend for themselves. As I get off the bus in the morning and go through the front enterance, I notice that the entire bus tries to file through one single door into the school. The fact is, there are 3 other freaking doors right next to that one door! When I open another door on the other side, people follow. It's like a freaking salmon farm. They swim and dont do stuff. I mean these are the hip hop ghetto wanna be type person who would rather be cool than earn money. The they dream about making tons of cash and being a record producer or something. But those people went to fucking college people. You cant get anywhere without college. And you cant get to college without working hard in School. So put on some pants that fit people and not elephants, and get cracking. And not in the bad way. I hate bossy hippocrytes. There's this one girl in my history class who is one. Just today, she was telling these kids, nervous as hell to constantly keep moving the transparency up and up. I remember once, the class was loud and the teacher had sushed everyone. She then blurted out: "God, you guys talk too much" Lo and behold, As we resumed class, she turned to the girl next to her and started talking. That reminds me. My history class is full of talkative people. I wish they would sort out the people who actually want to learn and those who are a bunch of shit head chatterboxes. I want to learn, not to hear your freaking conversation about lip gloss or who's going out with who or how hot usher is or something. Save it for afterschool you fucking chicken necked bitches. That's All I have to say. And when I leave class, I hate how the hallways just magically clog up like a toilet after William Howard Taft just using it. There's people, honest to god, that just stand in there and talk in their cellphones. They just FUCKING stand THERE! I hear a bunch of freshman say: "Man why is it so crowded here?" Duh, maybe it's because it's the joint between the science and history and math departments?! And When I go down the stairs, I follow people and they just stop at the bottom as if there no one else in this goddam world that needs to go places or do things. It's too bad i'm no good at fighting or making a scene. Then I would either just tackle through the hallways or push those people who just stop at the end of staircases. And then there's the people who walk where they stick their leg out and it kinda loops back in. Sure it looks cool, but you're moving a less than a mile per hour. I HAVE PLACES TO GO PEOPLE!!! Just like when i'm on the freeway. I can imagine some asian female driver sitting in her civic saying, oh man this traffic is slow, i guess i'll take this time to do my hair. Oh there goes the traffic, i hope no one minds if i dont move at all. And now for the bus. The bus used to be a sacred place at high school. It was normally the big ugly upperclass men who sat in back, playing cards. Now that they're gone, it's crowded with underclassmen. Thank you Mr Schwarzenegger for imposing the 1990 and Above cannot drive until 18 thing. I'm not being sarcastic about that last remark, I'm glad so when i can start driving, the underclassmen are all jammed in the buses. Ok, so back to the bus. Today, as I was getting on, it was relativly empty, a few seats and standing room only. So this ignoramus fatso, lardassed forigen kid with his backpack is blocking the entire bus from about mid way to the end. Thanks to my good friend Wei, he tackled the little kid and pushed through. And then I followed pushing over the little skimpy kid next to the fat one. I got a seat and that was the end of that. Ah, the feels good to get it all off my chest and into the public world...

stubble

I've always thought about growing a stubble beard, except it seems to take forever for me to grow facial hair. But when I do, I'm gonna grow a stubble beard. I bet by then, i'll have the long hair I desire by then. Silly me, i'm trying to grow long hair except i still have to visit the barber when my brother and dad go. I wish i wouldnt have to go. Last time, i forgot to remind the lady about my sideburns, and then she shaved them off. Luckily, they're growing back nicely. But about stubble. It's not as easy as it sounds. God I wish it would happen sooner. My sexyness will only sustain me for a few more years. Then poof! All gone! Luckily, that's what Daffy is for. Super sexyness that overflows through her hair and fingers. Have you ever seen one of her pictures on Myspace? One's kinda gothy, but that last one. Oh my. But I digress. Facial hair. Stubble... Do you think it's sexy? I like the thought of it, the look of it, and yeah. It depends on what kind first of all. Long stubble and short stubble. Short is like sandpaper which i'm not too fond of. The only time i'd ever use the stuff is to sand my reeds down. Heh. I can imagine myself sanding reeds on someone's face... And there's the long stubble about a centimetre long. Like Dave Grohl's. That's what i want. the Dave Grohl stubble. I wish I could play guitar like he could. I havent got the creativity that he does. It practically overflows him and all over into the Foo Fighters and Niravana. I just bumped into the freakies site.

http://www.darrenbarefoot.com/archives/000122.html

Obviously, that person has some issues to deal with since she seems to think everypicture involves her/he. I'm still not whether it's a female or male. If i were grohl, i'd be freaked out as hell. But I digress. There's nothing I can do to have that sexy Grohl Stubble except for wait and to stop shaving periodically. I'm gonna end up killing myself with that rusty dull razor. Grohl Stubble. I think i'll call it that from now on... Heh, Sounds good, looks good and is totally sexy. But I just hope I have the correct bone structure for such a thing. If not, that would suck like hell and life wouldnt be living... Just kidding. It'd still be worth living espically with hover cars, xbox 360 and what not. Ok, I'm not sure what else to write about now...

Music

I throughly enjoy Gustav Mahler, But I love Shostakovich even more. I dont know why I do, I just do. Heh. Sometimes, I just watch Arts TV cause it's interesting. Jacha Heiftz is the most awesome violinist in the whole goddamn world... Most people are lame.

"I WATCH CMC CAUSE IT'S GOT BLACK PEOPLE AND BLACK PEOPLE ARE COOL"

I've never seen such uneducated masses before. Some people are lame beyond recognition. Since when did wearing earrings be a fashion for guys? I think it's a big step closer towards feminity. I remember how one of my teachers talked about guys wearing earrings. When it was on the left ear it mean this person was of this sexual preference and on the other ear, the other sexual preference. It gets really confusing espically when they wear on both ears. So, pretty much bi. I see this is diverging from music to my personal thoughts so i'll let it take over...


Aparently, modern youth is drifting about 1000000000000 miles away from individuality. They rely on gangester idols and hip hop kind of people to rely on how to dress. And when everyone dresses the same, that indivualism is lost forever. I remember when people used to get into a tuxedo to recieve a grammy award, but now, i see people go up in a tshirts, a 59 fifty hat and big disproportiate shoes. You're reciveing a freaking musical talent award, but you dont have the decency to even dress nicely.

"But these my good clothes yo!"

I dont give a damn. It looks the same as you are on tv or in the streets.

gypsies!

Ahh, I've always enjoyed Gypsie music to the furthest extents. I recently watched a program about some Hungarian Gypsie Violinist but I cant remember his name. Haha. Music is taken too much for granted. No one ever listens to unpopular as often. Some of the popular people I talked about earlier are only influenced by one music. Rap. If you can even call it music. It's basically a continous beat played over and over again while someone talks really fast in a monotone. If you want to see a good rap, you ought to watch chinese opera. Muck Juck blah bo fung he no ka. Ok, so I made that part up, but the way I feel about rap is true. It's boring, it's too much bass, it's bland and stupid. Their videos are mostly of them doing it, or driving around or flinging their hands about. Bah Humbug...





It's stupid. I dont see how anyone could stand gold teeth. Guys are starting to go weird when they follow the popular wagon. They wear earrings, LIKE GIRLS, and have gold teeth (how is it cool?), LIKE OLD PEOPLE AND FARTS. Obviously, someone needs to rethink life or at least they way they behave. I was on the bus the other day. These two black girls were so fucking steryotypical. They were talking in a super high voice like: "Oh halla girl, I saw Sha ne ne with that total smooth-e Colbin and WAAAAAOH!" And one of them looked at me and said. You hate black people dont you? She thought what I was thinking, but I didnt want to insult someone. Then her friend had said: Sure you do, even I hate black people. I dont mind black people, I really dont, but it's just when they do that damn steryotype with shoes and that ugly tuft of hair coming out of the side of their head. It doesnt seem to belong there. Last I heard, ponytails were on the back of your head. Not on top and to the side. Gosh...

spider experiment

Cynicasm... it's an art. So is the machavellian mind. I was just exercising my evil today. I had caught a huge daddy long legs and had dropped into the toilet. Feeling some pity for it, as well as curiosity that I held since the last time I dropped a spider into the toilet (that time didnt work too well), I slid a squre of toilet paper for it to walk about on. It would be adventerous at first, but then it started being more cautious. It would anchor itself with two legs and reach out at the walls. It did this with all four corners of the square. That one began to sank and I placed a new square on it. It rushed onto this one more desperate. It was getting sick of the square of toilet paper I was laying out for it. It would attempt poorly to run at the corners to reach the sides of the bowl, but this time, anchoring with either one leg, or no legs at all. It's boldness and rashness in it's decision making almost shocked me at one point. When it did manage to cling onto the sides, I flushed it down. But in the last moments before death, the spider rushed back to the toilet paper and made an attempt to save it's life by rushing to the highest point before sinking beneath.

What i'm going to bitch about today: Bus seats

Yes, we've all ridden in one. Buses. Dirty, smelly and cheap. And i'm a regular rider on AC transit for 5 years now. And one thing i've noticed alot lately is the new hip hop culture. And what they do is manage to put their feet all over the place. In the morning, they send coach buses and of course, they're narrow and poorly ventilated. And when it reaches my stop, there's usually very few or no empty seats. So I have to get some unwilling kid to move his stuff so I could sit down. But what I've noticed is that teens who sit and take up 2 whole seats and sees people standing, they wont offer a seat. I know I've offered my fair share of seats to this brown haired kid who always got on after High st. But someone was kind enough, to let me sit down. But he aparently had his arm twisted by one of my old friends just to do so. Appreciate it. But on the bus today, I was riding one of the new AC buses with the strange layout. And one girl, somehow managed to take up four seats. One foot on each seat across her, and her bag on the seat next to her. It was ridiculous. But anyways, someone had already a seat. Two were standing. Someone got off and one of the normal seats was up for grabs. This kid, just waltzes over there and throws his crap everywhere on that seat. And one standing takes the jump seat. That means, his friend aint got no seat. Now something is wrong there. Someone had a seat, gave it up for a larger seat which could have seated everyone standing. And people are still standing after a long hard day of school. Hm... Oh and another thing. People dont care about the handicapped anymore! One student came onto the bus. I think he was blind because he had the white tapping cane. So he gets onto the bus, feeds his card in. But wait! The front of the bus is full? How could that be? Isint it state law that foward seats be given up for the elderly and handicapped? And yet. All these asses, are still planted on chairs, yakking away to their other hip hop friends while a partially blind guy is clinging on for dear life as the bus drives about. I say, sod the hip hop culture and may it rot in hell. Because: 1. it demeans women 2. has no manners 3. makes people look ridiculous

Bored

I'm bored as hell. Someone Entertain me... Please?

I bought a chink a drink

So this is fellow countryman, Lukas "Ching Chong" Mott. I bought him a drink that cost $3.75

It was damn expensive.

Late Review: A Midsummer's Night's Dream AHS

I recently went to see Alameda's production of Midsummer's by Wm. Shakespere. It's a story of boy and girl in love. Other boy loves girl but girl doesnt love other boy. Other girl loves other boy, but other boy doesnt return love. Father of girl wants other boy to marry girl, but girl and boy run off to do it in the woods. Fairy King sees other girl and other boy chasing each other trying to have love, and fairy king instructs puck to spread stuff on their eyes to make them love each other. Acting company with juggler, mechanic, nerd, refined man and charlie are putting on a play. Charlie plays the girl. And refined guy plays the lead. His head is changed into a donkey's. I'll leave it at there. To prevent the spoilers. So what did I think of the play? I loved it. It was a very good production in a 1960s format with hippies and the period dress. I espically loved the play within a play. The Tragedy of Pyramus and Thisbe. Oh i wish I had gotten a film copy of it. Props out to charlie for playing a girl, falling off the stage and stabbing himself with a cardboard sword. He makes such a pretty lady. When he does stab himself, he stabs, then a squeaky cute "oh!" comes out. Lysander and Demitrius were played by good actors. Nick with the giant muscles and abs. Ok, it's late. Goodnight.

Great America

Review of the day. So I wake up at usual, around 6:30 AM. I eat a hearty breakfast (a slice of sourdough with spray on butter.) and arrive at the Parking gate around 7:28. I'm worried the buses have already left me behind. So i've rushed to the front to discover everyone still waiting. The spanish trip bus has already left and we're just standing there. So the AP students board the first bus and of course, we Physics P students get left behind. I'm in shorts, and it's cold as hell outside. So eventually, our bus comes. 1 hour after. And we get there, with good traffic. So we ride rides. Here's the fun part: I'm going to do a review of each ride I went on.

Carousel Columbia:

Basically, it's a merry go round on top of a worse merry go round. I spent most of the ride staring at a liquid acclerometer which barely did anything. When I did push it down, it seemed to read even higher. But the ride offers great views of the park from a certain height and angle.

3 out of 10 thumbs up


Vortex

our second ride of the day was our first upside down ride of the day. Apparently, today, Nick Tag lost his "Virginity" (first upside down ride) on the vortex. The vortex is where you stand on a platform and it throws you at a magnificent height. For this one, instead of staring at a accelerometer, I was staring into the face of Ivan's ancient calculator. It seems, when you have a focus on an object, you tend to lose the feeling of where you are. Since I stupidly was staring at the thing, I didnt scream, nor did I notice how the ride was. But I could feel the outside forces.

5 out of 10 thumbs up

Rue le Dodge

A strange name for bumper cars. But means, street of dodging. Except in bumper cars, you dont really dodge other cars so much as side swipe another person and give the finger as many times as possible. This one, I was really jostled around and I couldnt help but feel malicious and rear end some fat fremont students. Not the most exciting but very fun. The cars were pretty cramped and I could barely get my leg to fit in between the steering column and the side of the car so I could operate the pedals

6 out of 10 thumbs up

Top Gun

This has absoutley have to be my most favorite ride of all time. I lost my "virginity" to this ride 2 trips ago. This time, I was much smarter to hold the calculator (Dr. Dauber's much faster one) lower and actually enjoy the ride. You sit this time and you go up a incline about 8 storeys up and begin your steep descent to end up in a loop de loop, then a cork screw over people waiting in line. Next you're brought over a man made lake and here, it felt like the greatest force ever. It really felt like I was flying through the air. That sort of feeling... like going WHOOSH over at this part. Always loved it, always will.

10 out of 10 thumbs up

Drop Zone

Here, we moved to the otherside of the park for the day. And now, we dragged Mr. Galaway with us. Matt Bar... decided he didnt want to go on this, so he took Andrew over to demon to ride alone. So we get in line. And whilst in line, aparently, the "white" group had lagged behind this fat lonely looking woman "shooed" them. And once we reach the bend in the line that would eventually split into two groups, she was talking to Mr. Galaway like there was no tomorrow. She poured out all over him. We think she even turned around to use one of those quick brush up pads from colgate to hopefully get a kiss from him. Luckily, we managed to pull him away. I had to wear the data vest on this ride and the xyz accelerometer was uncomfortable as hell. So we get on. It goes up pretty quickly, and here's the quote of the day.

"Hey nick. We're pretty high up arent we?"
"Yeah man, we're high"

I pressed two. Woosh. Scream. Yell. Yes. Yell. the magnetic braking sounded like farts. It was awesome. We took a look at the calculator and saw our results. line line line Jump to the top of the screen. Back down. line line line. We shuffled out as fast as possible to avoid crazy cat, brush her teeth in line lady.

8 out of 10 thumbs up

The Grizzly

Ah, nothing like a roller coaster built of lumber. I had to return the calculator first and then cut in line to catch up with the rest of our friends. Ah cutting. Is there anything more glorious? Yes. Pizza for dinner. But I digress. This ride is the bumpiest ride that I've been on all day. Yup, bumpier than bumper cars. The whole thing would vibrate as it rolled down. Not much to say other than My knees had a hard time fitting into the rear seats of the cars.

7 out of 10 thumbs up

The Demon

When you say you lost your virginity, we mean it's your first time on an upside down ride. How cool would it sound to say: I lost my virginity to the demon. Sure demon is a strange form of the devil to use, but it's cooler than losing it to the Centurion. What could I say? Here, I lowered my sling bag and it pressed against the key fob that was on my pants. THe thing opened up and I lost the key for the lock on my calculator pocket. I have a spare, but i'm hesitant to use it. But back to the ride. It's the smoothest ride i've been on. It rides like a cadillac. It starts off with a stinky tunnel that smelled of old rubber. Then it takes you up an incline. Down once. Looppy de loop. Another one, a tunnel, soemthing. Then another tunnel and a triple corkscrew. During the whole time, I was with Mr. Galaway and he kept laughing like: Ha Ha Ha Ha. Not really laughing, but the more... laughing in the face of dagner type laughing. My first time on the demon too. I'm still pissed about the key.

8 out of 10 thumbs up

So Now, it's time to go home. We've all collected ourselves at carousel columbia and we go home. I'm trying to do the packet on the bus, but it's waaay too loud. I managed to get some things done. I gave up. Who cares? Excellent day. I got 4 numbers from my friends. Excellent day eh?

Review of: Dracula

Bram Stoker wrote his book: Dracula, in 1897. Nearly 30 years before the movie Nosforatu and 106 years before the movie Van Helsing. The most recent movie, when watched before the book will provide much confusion in reading as the two editions dont even match up. Except for a character named VanHelsing in each. Whereas in the book, he's an old man with super religous powers and the other is an actor who also is wolverine. But by and by, i'd say it's a pretty decent book, worth the 3 dollars I paid for it. At times, the book would get very wordy and I instantly lose focus. Another poor feature is the footnotes. They're great help, apart from the fact that I have to constantly keep flipping back and forth between my reading and the notes themselves. So that's a poor feature by the wordsworth editors. Not much else I can say, apart from the fact that it's a great book and I whole heartedly reccomend it. If you dont occasionally mind the stabbind with stakes and cutting of the heads. Neuvyageeen havelen glaven!

Blood

So today was the day to donate blood at school. Obviously, i'm nervous as hell, but I'm confident. So I leave 2nd period to the gym and they had me some documents to read over. AFter that, I sit in some cheapy plastic chairs and they pull me behind a partition for a screening. Name, DOB, etc. So then she rubs my middle finger with an alcohol pad, then uses some thing to cut my finger. Tests and stuff. So then it's question part. She asks me if I wanted to be alone to do them. I said no, and she kept insisting on me being alone. So then She sent me over to the other side of teh gym for prepping. So i'm sitting there, and this guy takes me to a chair and then I sit down and then he stuck the damn needle in. It was so huge. It was like the size of a point for pumping up sports balls. It hurt like hell. So for the next ten minuites, i'm just sitting there, rolling the hand ball they gave me in my hand. The blood tube vibrated occasionally and it would hurt like hell at the last moment. So i'm done, and the guy pulls the needle out and then it strikes me. Blood is really really dark. I never took it for that red. So then, i actually feel fine. Unfourtunately for the girl next to me, she aparently fainted when she left. So i'm sitting there with Pablo, (he couldnt donate again since he had donated less than 100 days earlier. We sit there talking and it's about 1/2 way through 3rd period. I eventually go to class. Luckily, no notes.

Contest

Today, I declared a wager between Jeff Stallman and I. Concept sketches of the "new alameda high school". Anyone interested in participating, come see me at school, or email me.

Dr. Lukas' Magic Wonder Cure-all Rejuvination Tonic

On sale next week, yours only for the low price of 1.40 and 3 buttons. This is not a hoax. 1.40 and 3 buttons will really get you some of his magic tonic.

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As of May 2st, 2006 at 1540 PM. All further posts by Snowman will not be thought out, logical, make any sense, or have a meaning/purpose. They mean what they say and will remain and hold their true meaning, which is no meaning. Even if it is flagged and stuff. I dont care if I'm branded a retard. But I choose to be retarded to non-intellectual abideing, free-riding persons.

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Darwin Awards

You all know about the Darwin Awards - the annual honor given to the person who did the gene pool the biggest service by killing themselves in the most extraordinarily stupid way.

Last year's winner was the fellow who was killed by a Coke machine which toppled over on top of him as he was attempting to tip a free soda out of it.

This guy has to be this year's raging favourite:

The Arizona Highway Patrol came upon a pile of smoldering metal embedded into the side of a cliff rising above the road at the apex of a curve. The wreckage resembled the site of an airplane crash, but it was a car. The type of car was unidentifiable at the scene.

The lab finally figured out what it was and what had happened.

It seems that a guy had somehow got hold of a JATO unit (Jet Assisted Take Off - actually a solid fuel rocket) that is used to give heavy military transport planes an extra "push" for taking off from short airfields.

He had driven his Chevy Impala out into the desert and found a long, straight stretch of road. Then he attached the JATO unit to his car, jumped in, got up some speed and fired off the JATO!

The facts, as best as could be determined, are that the operator of the 1967 Impala hit the JATO ignition at a distance of approximately three miles from the crash site.

This was established by the prominent scorched and melted asphalt at that location. The JATO, if operating properly, would have reached maximum thrust within five seconds, causing the Chevy to reach speeds well in excess of 350 mph and continuing at full power for an additional 20-25 seconds.

The driver, soon to be pilot, most likely would have experienced G-forces usually reserved for dog-fighting F-14 jocks under full afterburners, basically causing him to become insignificant for the remainder of the event.

However, the automobile remained on the straight highway for about 2.5 miles (15-20 seconds) before the driver applied and completely melted the brakes, blowing the tyres and leaving thick rubber marks on the road surface. The car then become airborne for an additional 1.4 miles and hit the cliff face at a height of 125 feet leaving a blackened crater three feet deep in the rock.

Most of the driver's remains were not recoverable; however, small fragments of bone, teeth and hair were extracted from the crater and fingernail and bone shards were removed from a piece of debris believed to be a portion of the steering wheel.

Epilogue: It has been calculated that this moron nearly reached Mach I, attaining a ground-speed of approximately 420 mph.

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DAMN IMMIGRANTS

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/
archive/2006/04/30/EDGVOIGLJV1.DTL

She has a point. Although I myself come from an immigrant family, At least we didnt come over swimming across a river or in a container. We went through the legal process to become american citizens. Born to immigrant parents who were naturalized in the right way, I am american. But these people, they demand immediate and no consent legalization. It's like coming up to the president and saying: Listen big ears. I want you to make marajuana legal. D'you hear? But knowing Bush... well, i wont go that far. But when all these mexicans are on strike. Americans! Take their jobs. Flush the illegals out! Send them packing with books on how to get in the right way. In a car, with a smile and a passport. Oh and bring cash too cause you're going to need to pay for your child's education like everyone else. So if these immigrants are demanding legalization, they better fucking learn english, pay taxes, get the fuck out of my way when I go to the doctors and know their place as citizens. None of that Viva la Mexico bullshit here. You came to America, you be American. Not Mexican. AMERICAN. Get it through your thick skull that you dont go to another country and demand they conform to you. You should conform to them. Why? Cause you're a freaking MINORITY!

Prom

Ah, prom has gone by and bye. It was a magical evening. I hope I didnt let Vivian down though. So I started the day around 10 AM when I woke up. Played a bit of Mozart, Debussy and Jopin on the piano until 1 PM. I took my shower around 2 PM and started to dress. So now fully dressed, came the onslaught and barrage of the Parential Papparizzi. So after that, I went to pick up my date. I found out she lived in the same community I used to before the house got too small for us. So after shaking violently to put her corsage on, she began to fumble with my (bouteneer?). After a while or so, she had managed to get it on to a certain extent. So off we went to John's house. So we get there, and more papparizzi awaited us. Stephanie and Danielle were already there and having some photos taken. So we got in our share of photos as well. And by the time everyone arrived, it was just nothing but flashes. So that's what the last photo of us inside looked like. [from left to right: John, Kelly, Danielle, Stephanie, Zach, Vivian, Wendy, Jeff, Craig, Lynn] Then it was off to the limo where we arrived at the pasta pelican at exactly 5PM. This driver's good. But alas, alak! To Jeff's [3rd from right] dismay, one of his un-actuainences awaits us there taking photos at the pier between the Pasta Pelican. I dont see why Jeff totally hates him but that's just Jeff. Jeff has problems with alot of people on the soccer team. Even the totally awesome and sexy Pablo (not anymore as of may 1st, 2006). So this guy is dressed up like a mortician [much to my amusement] and we have a good dinner at the Pelican. I unfourtnatley got a small dot of sauce on my vest and would remain there for the remainder of the day. So off we go to the observetory. A drive and a squished zach later, we arrive at Chabot and we're the second group to arrive. Right after Emily Wong [with Ehren] and before Courtney Hom [With Ashton by her side]. So we go in, get our picture taken. We're going to take the elevator back up and everyone else in our group is in the elevator going down to get it taken. They're all totally stunned at our ruthless asian efficency. They got the chocolate fountain running eventually and we stood out on the balconies for pictures and talking. There, we discover that Criag has miracously gotten chocolate all over himself. Vest, jacket and on his back. And there was the other incident of the night. Emily aparently had a bad picture of her taken by Jeff. In a feeble attempt to delete the picture, she chases after Jeff who unfourtnatley wore leather sole shoes where he fell down and put a hole in his tux. So after some dancing, strawberry, pineapple smoothie shots, we go out onto the balcony again to get lost in some talk. But now, it's around 9 oclock PM and it's foggy. Reminiscant of Scotland. We tried to get to the patio, but they said: no, it's a construction zone. What a let down. All in all, we had the best times on the balcony, watching the stars, making wishes, holding each other closely for warmth and talking all the while. So prom was sorta weird. The dance floor was too small to accomidate everyone, it was nothing but rap from 8 to 11. At 7, it was techno and alternative rock which was awesome. But rap is a hard thing to dance to. You only can wiggle your body about and stuff like that. So after some extremely dirty dancing, which went away after a while, we got lost on the castle ramparts in the moors of scotland again. This time, spending more time than our second endeavour. So the we had our last dance and we left, and got our souviner glasses. Strange shape, but nice none the less. We headed down to Fenton's creamery for some dessert and we were the best dressed there until like 8 more limos arrived. Bearing more of our friends there. We finished quickly, went back to John's to engage in a "who has more Bobby pins" contest between Stephanie and Kelly. So we left after the 38th pin and I dropped vivian off and fell asleep to SNL. So that was my day. and i'll never forget a day like that.

PS: I forgot to wear the cologne that Joris let me borrow from him. I was in the Pelican when I realized: Dammit, I forgot cologne. At prom, Joris came up to me and said: here zach, Let me Smell you.

FIFA is for Fornicating International Footy Arseholes

This isint mine, but I got it from Grumpy's gripes. I just thought it was too funny to leave on the australian continent. Courtsey of www.webwombat.com

Oh well, I guess it was always going to happen. The Boys Club of soccer - Fornicating International Footy Arseholes, or FIFA - has right royally screwed us once again.

Yup, the movers and shakers of soccer have bowed to South American pressure faster than a Latin American politician puts his hand out for dodgy cash and have gone back on a promise to allow Oceania an automatic place in the 2006 World Cup Finals.

Now, once again the winner of the Oceania qualifying group - either Australia or New Zealand - will have to travel around the globe putting up with sooky-boy South American wussers.

You can just imagine how the vote was changed can't you.

The delegates would have been sitting around a Rio de Janiero pool, being wined, dined and entertained by buxom South American beauties opening large suitcases stuffed with either pesos or cocaine.

An oily perspiring type would be talking to them along the lines of ...

"Hey, seenors, we wanna have one more team in the World Cup to satisfy the ambitions of our glorious nations and show that apart from corruption, fiscal incompetence, trigger-happy soldiers, ignoring soul-destroying poverty and wiping out the rainforests by the banana-boat load - we South Americans can play the beautiful game better than anyone."

The scumbags of Fornicating International Footy Arseholes would all be nodding their heads in agreement (or would they be just wiping the cocaine from their noses) saying what wonderful types the Latins are.

And there would be the fine upstanding figure of the Australian Soccer representative who would be making noises about improving the world game by showing our talent off to the world and the boost to it in this country. She'd also drop in the bazillions of bucks that Fornicating International Footy Arseholes would earn through TV rights to a First World country, rather than a collection of tin-pot dictatorships.

The Fornicating International Footy Arseholes voters would look at our gal for a few moments and then ask in one voice "But what do we get?"

To which our honest and upright gal would say "it would be good for soccer."

Four days later - when the laughter from Fornicating International Footy Arseholes reps died down - she'd be told something along the lines of "keep trying, we'll do more for you next time."

Well, dear readers, it has to be said that there is only one person that South Americans would listen to - Margaret Thatcher!

Yup, one mention of the Iron Lady and the macho men of South America would fill their pants instantly and think twice about going back on their promises.

"Remember the Falklands" should be Soccer Australia's catch-cry and every time we play the Latins we should have banners, flags and people wearing hats and T-shirts featuring the sinking battleship General Belgrano.

Silencing the voices

So all of us has recovered a fair amount from the sort of stuff that's been going on. We all can some how relate to the 70s and 60s when the police tried to silence the voices of the people. The fact that they shouted for peace and abortions. So lets relate to now. Abortions for some, and no abortions for some. I understand so far. But when the Pro life movement came to put up signs encouraging people to let the child live, the pro choice movement demanded the signs torn down from all the bart stations and bart cars. Call me narrow minded, but arent the same people demanding the voices of the people, trying to silence others voices? The sheer audacity of them to demand that other voices be put down, so that their liberal voice could be heard. A similar event occured at the campus at University of California at Santa Cruz. The military had set up a booth there getting people to join at their own free will. And somehow, the leftist wing group sprung up and shouted protests against the military. So far, it's all legal. But when they forced the recruiting station out and telling them to stay out and never come back, they crossed the line so far, your mother would have yelled at the kid next door for no reason. I understand the right of free speech as do these liberals, but somehow, they think they're exclusive to the right of free speech. What we say is right. Pro choice is always right. No one should get a abortion or join the military. While those on the other side, they have the exact same rights as those against them. But I probably can safely say that both sides have tried to silence the other side up. But What really bothers me is that the side that fought for the freedom of speaking, is demanding the other group to shut up and let their ideals romp the earth. No way will I let this happen. When there is a recruiting booth and there is a protest to get rid of them, I will defend them. It's not the repubican monster that is destryoing us all. It's the crazed liberal ideal that they fought for the right, and it's theirs and only theirs to use.

Prommer

Oh gosh. Prom is in a few days and I still dont have a corsage. Well, it's better that some people in that they dont have anything at all. One of my friends, no tux, no ticket, no corsage. His date: she has everything apart from a ticket. How embarassing when they have no way to get in and he lets her down beyond all. He claims he has heart. Well, he should heart and recgonize that he cant procrastinate on this sort of stuff. Allright so hm... what to write about... Ok, so i'll talk into politics in the next blog. Brb

Hello All

Hello my pretties. I have survived the long week of colleges. And to sum it up, I will provide you a list of the colleges I have so far visited, and their ranking:

Number 1: Cal Poly San Luis Obisbo
Number 2: University of California at Davis
Number 3: University of California at Berkeley
Number 4: University of California at Santa Barbra
Number 5: University of California at Santa Cruz

Well, number 5 is biased in that we drove through it and didnt look through it at all.

To tell you about my vacation, I ate well. At Cal Poly, I had a Chicken Salad sandwich with italian dressing and mustard and onions. Awful, with the mustard. For dinner, the previous night, Tahoe Joe's 1/2 lb Steak Hamburger. For dinner on the day I went to Cal Poly, A Teryaki Pork Chop that weighed at 1/2 lb as well, from the Aloha Grill in Ventura. For Lunch the next day... um... I dont think we had lunch. Well, we had dinner at home... um... Ah, cup of noodles. So you can tell, the minuite you come home, it's back to shit food. It's not so bad, espically when you long for it.

About my jacket. On Friday (my day off from colleges. Originally intended for Cal Maritime) I finished the last stage of my jacket. Getting everything put onto it. Except, the Athletic A. Still pathetic. Oh well. At least I have a jacket losers.

Prom: Ok, ordered a tux, not sure, but my vest might be darker than vivian's stuff. But that wont make much of an affect, since we match in color. White and her dress, would have been ok. Silver, a bit more awkward. I now just need to order a corsage. Wherever I can get one... Any suggestions?

TIS A LIE!

Ok, So I ordered my letterman jacket sometime in march. Excited to have both Athletic and Academic A emblazened on it. Now I realize. Varsity jacket... VARSITY JACKET... oh damn. I'm not in Varsity anything. Oh fuck. Now my jacket is a big lie. Oh well. When I eventually do get that A, it's going under the lines. Haha. My Jacket is going to be a slap in the face of Athletics and going to be the pinnacle of Music. That's it. I'll have my jacket based more on academics. So who gives a damn if it's not about sports, or if I aint a football player. They're dumbasses. Who cares if I'm not in track. They have ugly legs. Who cares if I am not in water polo. They have to wear a harness. So music based it shall be. I need have the lines down by saturday. Hm...

most outstanding musician '03-'04
Chicago Heritage Festivals Silver 1st '04-'05
Symphonic Band Soloist '05-'06
JV Badminton Mens Doubles '05-'06

That sounds ok.

Tenor Banjo

I've taken quite a shine to the tenor banjo lately. After last night's escapade of watching a paul whiteman video clip over and over again, i've really come to appreciate the awesomeness of the tenor banjo. It's other brother already is awesome. But the thing is, the tenor is more of an instrument you can strum rather than pick since it doesnt have the sounding drone string. So everyone, if you want to help me, I gladly accept donations so I can purchase my first tenor banjo.

rain rain, go away. Maybe bakersfield?

Argh, it's been raining for the past couple days, but we did get some nice sunshine yesterday. Ahh. But when leaving safeway, it was raining like crazy. And it still is. I hate the feeling of wet pants. It's like a sea monster giving you a hug in the legs. It's clingy and then gets cold. God i wish it was sumer now. Stein owes me a popsicle still. That reminds me. I'm fucking pissed. Brian bought me an ice cream pint from ben and jerries. Vanilla rum something. I was excited to get better and be able to eat it. And then, what the god damn fucking shit ass hell? Someone took it. I bet it's one of those god damned musical kids. They take anyting out of Joe's fridge without asking as long as it looks ok to eat. It was MY FUCKING GODDAMMED ICECREAM. It's not yours to take. And to assume that joe would ever eat ice cream at school is completly past the minute and dense minds of musical theater and choir students. Either that, or it was that Shakira. She had that stupid icee and put it in joes fridge. I bet she saw it and decided to take it. But I shouldnt accuse people like that. RRRRRRR... GOd damn them all. I'll get to the bottom of this eventually. In the mean time, i'll just rant and continue to bitch about the sancitity of personal property.

The guide about men and women and me. (concise: 2006)

After several months, a compilation of all the interesting facts on boys and girls... Here you go; read it, ponder it, share it, love it...

What a Girlfriend SHOULD know and a boyfriend SHOULD do

Guys: Put your hands around her waist firmly
Girls: Lay your head back on his shoulder and put your arms on his.

Guys: Whisper in her ear, girls: giggle
Girls: Whenever he tries to kiss you, don't just let him, kiss him back.

Girls: When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold
Guys: Automatically move closer to her. (if your stupid then you'll either say" me too or you'll give her your jacket... don't)

Girls: During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder
Guys: Lift her chin up and kiss her.

Guys: When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... and mean it.

Girls: When you're both lying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat
Guys: Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.

Guys . . .

Find a girl who calls you BABE or baby face instead of HOT or SEXY . . .
. . . who can't stand it when you hang up on her . . .
. . . who would sit there for hours looking into your eyes . . .

Wait for the one who doesn't care what you look like, but what's inside counts the most . . .
. . . who looks at you with the twinkle in her eyes and kisses you on the cheek instead of the lips . . .
. . . who wants to be with you in public . . .
. . . who makes you smile just by knowing she loves/likes you back.

Wait for the girl who is a constant reminder of your happiness and joy.

Wait for the girl who you give piggy back rides to in public and she still is in view of her friends, while she gets off and you hear her go: "you're the one for me, for always."


Kissing Language (yup, it's a language)
if a kiss is the Language of Love,
then we have a lot to talk about it...

methods of Love....

kiss on the ear------"i'm horny"
kiss on the cheek----"we're friends"
kiss on the hand-----"i adore you"

kiss on the shoulder-----"i want you"
kiss on the lips------------"i love you" or "i want you"
holding hands--------"we can learn to love each other"

a wink-------------------"Let's get it on"
slap on the butt----"thats mine"
playing with the ear----"i can't live without you"

holding on tight----"don't let go"
looking into each other's eyes-----"let's get romantic"

pulling hair on head----"tell me you love me"
arms around the waist---"i love you too much to let go"

=advice=
if you're kissing someone, close your eyes. it's not nice to stare...


1. Guys hate sluts.
2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.
3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.
4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.
5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.
6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.
7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-
how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.
8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.
9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.
10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.
11. Guys get jealous easily.
12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.
13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.
14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.
15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.
16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.
17. Guys are very open about themselves.
18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.
19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.
20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.
21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.
22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.
23. Guys will brag about anything.
24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you.
25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.
26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.
27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.
28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.
29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.
30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.
31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.
32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.
33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.
34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.
35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.
36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."
37. Guys don't really have final decisions.
38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.
39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.
40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.
41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.
42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.
43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.
44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.
45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.
46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.
47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.
48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.
49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.
50. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it


BOY FACTS
When a guy is quiet, He's listening to you
When a guy is not arguing, He realizes he's wrong
When a guy says, "I'm fine," after a few minutes, he means it
When a guy stares at you, he thinks you're the most beautiful thing in the world
When you're laying your head on a guy's chest he has the world
When a guy calls you everyday he is in love
When a (good) guy say he loves you he means it
When a guy says he can't live without you he's with you till your done
When a guy says, "I miss you," he misses you more than you could have ever missed him or anything else


GIRL FACTS
When a girl is quiet, millions of things are running through her mind.
When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.
When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions, she is wondering how long you will be around.
When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a few seconds, she is not at all fine.
When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.
When a girl lays on your chest, she is wishing for you to be hers forever.
When a girl calls you everyday, she is seeking for your attention.
When a girl wants to see you everyday, she wants to be pampered.
When a girl says, "I love you," she means it.
When a girl says that she can't live without you, she has made up her mind that you are her future.
When a girl says, "I miss you," no one in this world can miss you more than that


30 Things Guys Want Girls To Know!!

1. We're not as perverted as you think we all are.
2. No matter what YOU say, your ex-boyfriend IS a LOSER.
3. We like you to give us hugs and kisses sometimes too.
4. Don't argue with us when we call you beautiful.
5. Don't treat us like crap, what goes around comes around.
6. We know you're pretty, that's one of the reason's we're going out with you.
7. Don't go into detail about your period. It scares us.
8. If you have cramps and we ask you what's wrong, just tell us it's that time of the month and nothing more.
9. If you really liked us for us, you would let us think that our mustache, beard, or sideburns looked cool.
10. We never shave our legs. So get over it.
11. NEVER ask us if you can put makeup on us. It's just wrong............
12. Don't make bets about us, because one of your friends will tell us, if you don't.
13. When we tell you that you're not fat, believe us.
14. We absolutely do not care about the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, 98 Degrees, or what any other guy looks like for that matter.
15. We may not be able to pee accurately all of the time, but at least we can stand up and go pee.
16. Just cause you think you're always right, doesn't mean that you don't have to apologize when you do something "wrong."
17. You expect us to say and do sweet things for you, but it would be nice if you did the same every once in a while. We like to know that you love us.
18. We can't always be spontaneous, so try to help us make the plans sometimes.
19. Don't ask us to beat up another guy for you, cause you might get what you wish for.
20. Never kick us in the nuts "just to see what we would say". That's just mean.
21. Never pretend like you are going to break up with us and laugh when we believe you.
22. Pamela Anderson's boobs aren't fake anymore, but we like yours better anyway.
23. Size doesn't matter, except to idiots who don't want a relationship.
24. PMS is not an excuse.
25. If you want us to put the seat down when we're done, you should put it up when you're done.
26. Don't tell us how cute your ex-boyfriend was. That doesn't turn us on.
27. And always remember: The way to a guys heart is through his stomach..... and maybe....oh nevermind.
28. NEVER ask us to kiss other guys. You might be that comfy with your friends, but to us it's just wrong.
29. We always notice how funny it is after you rip out our heart, stick it down our throat and still want to be friends.
30. And last but not least: We know you're not always right, but we'll pretend like you are anyway.


13 WAYS TO GET A GIRLS HEART

1. Hugs from behind. Come on! just hug her.
2. Grab her hand when you guys walk next to each other.
3. When standing, wrap your arms around her.
4. Cuddle with her.
5. Dont force her to do anything.
6. Write little notes.
7. Compliment her Honestly.
8. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.
9. Say I love you.....and mean it.
10. Pick her over ur friends.. no matter what.
11. comfort her when she cries.
12. love her with all your heart.
13.Pick her up and flirt with her (she'll scream and say put me down but really shes loves it).




Tell her you think she's cool. Tell her why you think she is so cool.
Smell her hair & play with her hair. Talk to her every chance you get.
Pick her up and pretend you are going to throw her into the river; she'll scream and fight you but secretly she'll love it.
Just hold her hand. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to.
Introduce her to your friends as the coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her.
Tell her stupid jokes. Write her a note. Just walk around with her.
Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.
Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you.
Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree.
Give her piggy back rides. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings.
Take her shopping (and don't whine about it!).
Stay up with her all night when she is sick.
Make up pet names for her, but cool ones not sappy ones.
Make her mixtapes/CDs. Teach her something.
When she's sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.
Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants.
Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain

Girls...

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot . . .
. . . who calls you back when you hang up on him . . .
. . . who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead . . .
. . . who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats . . .
. . . who holds your hand in front of his friends . . .
. . . who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on.

Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.

Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, ". . . that's her."
Guys . . .

Find a girl who calls you BABE or baby face instead of HOT or SEXY . . .
. . . who can't stand it when you hang up on her . . .
. . . who would sit there for hours looking into your eyes . . .

Wait for the one who doesn't care what you look like, but what's inside counts the most . . .
. . . who looks at you with the twinkle in her eyes and kisses you on the cheek instead of the lips . . .
. . . who wants to be with you in public . . .
. . . who makes you smile just by knowing she loves/likes you back.

Wait for the girl who is a constant reminder of your happiness and joy.
Wait for the girl who you give piggy back rides to in public and she still is in view of her friends, while she gets off and you hear her go: "you're the one for me, for always."

1. If you like Her ... ASK HER OUT already
2. when you hug her, put YOUR ARMS around her WAIST and hold her close
3. when u WALK next to her, get as CLOSE as you can to her
4. if shes the only one in your life, TELL HER
5. ALWAYS let her know how much you like her, love her, or think about her
6. give her presents and cards for no reason, SHE WILL RETURN THE FAVOR... ALWAYS
7. if she hangs up on you, call her right back
8. always offer to pay, if she says NO three times, then let her pay but make a deal that you get to pay next time (date offer too!)
9. kiss her lightly every chance you get
10. look in her eyes and kiss her on the lips, forehead, or nose
11. if she says shes cold, dont be an idiot and say "me 2" and stand there, or give her your jacket so she feels guilty that your freezing,....just simply hold her in your arms
12. dont force her to do anything shes not comfortable with
13. invite her to your house or somewhere to talk instead of the movies.
14. try not to ask her if shes mad at you EVERYTIME you speak to her
15. Always tell her you LOVE her only if you really mean it
16. DONT pressure her to do anything she isnt READY to do. When she is ready, she will let you know. She just wants everything to be more SPECIAL and PERFECT. So appreciate what she does do with you.
17. DONT go and tell your friends ANYTHING that happens between you two, cause it will hurt her and make her mad...and it will NEVER happen again.
18. Do WHATEVER you can to please her...( if you love her you will)


:.Every Girls Dream.:

1. Get kissed in the rain
2. Have that one hott kiss where your pressed against the wall
3. Have a guy that thinks you're the world
4. Have a guy that holds on as long as possible when giving hugs
5. A boy that whispers he loves you in your ear
6. Have that moment where you just gaze into eachother's eyes
7. When you cry, he kisses your tears away.
8. When you're not with your guy he's all that you can think about
9. Wearing his jacket and everytime you breath in, his scent surrounds you
10. A guy who will watch any movie with you, no matter how teary eyed you may get.
11. A guy who squeezes your hand
12. A boy that says he loves you and means it
13. A guy that will play her favorite song outside her window
14. A guy who is loyal
15. A guy that will sing to you no matter how bad he is at it.
16. A guy that will kiss you on the forehead.
17. A guy that will call you beautiful or adorable...
18. A guy that will never judge you for how you look.
19. A boy that says cheezy stuff to you just to make u smile
20. A boy that is the same when he is with you and when with friends
21. A boy that tells you everything honestly
22. A boy that is good with your family and introduces you to his family
23. A guy that will always let you win
24. A guy who stands up for you no matter who it is against
25. A guy who calls you at night just to say 'hi' and see how your day has been
26. A boy who tells you that your smile makes his day and makes everything better
27. A boy who will sit on the phone with you when you're sad, even if you're quiet
28. A boy who you can hangout and have fun with
29. A boy that will just randonmly call you for no reason at all, just because he missed you
30. A guy who will hold your hand through the roughest parts of life.
31. A guy who would love you forever no matter the circumstance.
32. A guy who wouldn't mind you wanting to get all dressed up and do your make up for him. Even if he says he likes you better without make up.
33. A guy who you can be yourself with and he will never give a care and would still tell you that you are amazing to him.
34. A guy who runs his fingers through your hair, like he's washing your worries/troubles away.
35. A guy who tells you you make his day better, just for being you

[1.] While you hold her hand play with her fingers. (they think it's cute)
[2.] Tickle her & make her laugh.
[3.] Kiss her.
[4.] And Dont only kiss her on the lips, kissing her on the cheek and forehead is cute too.
[5.] Hold her waist
[6.] Hug her while your behind her and rest your head on her shoulder.
[7.] Whisper you love her in her ear.
[8.] Tell her shes beautiful.
[9.] Look her in the eyes and smile when your thinking.
[10.] Tell her you never want her to let you go.

-To every guy that says I love you.
-To every guy that opens doors.
-To every guy that walks on the outside of a sidewalk so he can be the first to get hit by a car that careens off the road and push her out of the way.
-To every guy that cooks dinner for her.
-To every guy that has fulfilled her ultimate fantasy
-To every guy that said, "Sex can wait."
-To every guy that said, "You're beautiful."
-To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
-To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick (And even a stuffed animal perhaps).
-To every guy who has given her flowers just because she is feeling a bit depressed.
-To every guy that said he would die for her.
-To every guy that really would.
-To every guy that did what she wanted to do.
-To every guy that treated her like a princess.
-To every guy that cried in front of her.
-To every guy that she cried in front of.
-To every guy that holds hands with her.
-To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
-To every guy that hugs her when shes sad.
-To every guy who would give their jacket up.
-To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
- To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to be able to see her for ten minutes.
-To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
-To every guy that will just sleep (no sex) with her.
-To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what (even if she got fat).
-To every guy who told his secrets to her.
-To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breathe.
-To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
-To every guy that believed in her dreams.
-To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.
-To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.
-To every guy that wasnt just trying to get laid.
-To every guy that actually listened.
To every guy that gave his heart only to have it shoved back in his face.....


I'm the guy who will text you every single morning and tell you good morning and every single night to tell you sweet dreams.
I'm the guy who will text you and tell you "i miss you and wish you were here" just because.
I'm the guy who will blindfold you, take you to the beach and let you run your toes through the sand then make you guess where we are.
I'm the guy who will show up at your games (or competitions or meets) without you knowing just to surprise you.
I'm the guy who will hold you when you're crying and wipe away your tears.
I'm the guy who still thinks you're beautiful with no makeup on, wearing sweats and a big t-shirt.
I'm the guy who won't pressure you to do things you dont want to.
I'm the guy who will show up at your house with soup and a movie when you aren't feeling well.
I'm the guy who kisses you on the forehead.
I'm the guy who actually listens to you when you talk.
I'm the guy who's excited all day because im looking forward to our date that night.
I'm the guy who is content to just be able to hold you and wants nothing more.
I'm the guy who can't help but smile when you walk into the room.
I'm the guy who's perfectly content with staying in and watching movies and cuddling.
I'm the guy who won't lie to you about where he's going or where he's been or who he's been with.
I'm the guy who's not afraid to tell his friends how much he likes you.
I'm the guy who isn't always trying to act like a hard ass around you.
I'm the guy who doesn't care about your imperfections and loves you more for them.
I'm the guy who isn't embarassed to say "I LOVE YOU" in front of his friends
I'm the guy who will hold you while we watch the sunset.
I'M THE GUY WHO REALLY WANTS TO MAKE YOU THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD.

Faith in Western Medicine

I as of last night, April 2nd, 9:34 PM, I have lost total confidence in Western Medicines. I shall now rely entirely on chinese and herbal medicines. Chun bay Pay Pah Lo, Afrikanna Sea Coconut Cough Syrup, Po Sum On, Pak Fah Yeow are my best friends now. So long nyquil, dimetapp, robitussion and tylenol.

Librarian Bitch

So it's second period and Joe told me to make three copies of this one piece of music. So I go down to the library wondering if I should ask an aide to do the work for me or just do it myself. So I go in to make THREE copies. Ok, I finished, but got me at the part where you have to log out. Oh crap, there's no button for that. And one of the copy ladies walk in and she is this ugly bitch with shit glasses from harry potter and she's like, you're picture is not on the wall. Get out. Thank you. When she says thank you, it's like THAAAANK YOOUUEE. I wanted to punch that whore slut mongrel in the face. All i had to do was make THREE FREAKING GODDAMNED SHIT HEADED LOUSY COPIES. And all she had to respond to me making three copies was: your picture isint on the wall. Student government has no use for the photocopy machines. Why on earth would they need to use it anyways? The music department has more important uses for the machines since we constantly need to photocopy music for class and use in CLASS. Leadership only use it for: posters to get students to eat here on their OWN TIME. The school is obviously blinded by the fact that student government is using the machines for wrong purposes and that departments that need things copied but have no authorization to make the necessary copies. So I announce publically my running in this year's election for Commisar of Assemblies. And I will make all the photocopies I want and shove them in that whore painted slut trumpard's face.

People Please

We were driving around in SF today. I wanted to yell at some people. We were making a turn at ...howard? and california and there were these two white idiots who are talking and laughing. So the couple is basically having a good time. And yet, they just stroll across the street and the light says: STOP DO NOT CROSS and lo and behold, they just waltz right in. I wanted to yell at the top of my voice: "CANT YOU SEE THE GODDAMN FUCKING SIGN? IT SAYS DONT FUKCING CROSS YOU GODDAMN FUCKING DICKHEADED DILHOLE RETARDED SHITSTACKS!" I really did. It was this burning feeling inside me that really wanted me to do it. Sadly, I did not due to the fact that I was sitting on the opposite side of the car and my window doesnt even roll out. Or open out far enough to stick my hands out.

So it's around 8 pm and we're driving down the freeway and I notice, when it rains, the weather brings out the maniac in people. They drive like 5298475983 mph while they dont even give a damn about speed limits or hydroplaning. Another thing, i'm surprized they havent designed a car that can limit the amount of spray the tires create so when we go driving, it's like trying to drive a car though a fog of car shit water and rain.

Sickness

Sickness. Isint it awful and pointless to get sick? I mean, it ruins your week or the time that you get sick. You cant run around in the rain naked or eat ice cream and stuff like that when you're sick and got an awful cough where philegm comes out the size of potatos. So this is my proposal. Let's all boycott getting sick since it's a waste of time and we cant bear to upchuck another potato sized globule of philegm. So we all should meet outside of City Hall on monday with signs saying: Ban Sickness and start protesting people who get sick. Let us throw tomatos who do get sick and shove nyquil down their throats.

On top of that, isint Nyquil really nasty tasting? I had to drink it last night for my cough and it's like drinking licorice medicine. It's awful. Why cant medicine companies develop a medicine that actually tastes decent. But then, we might get hooked. So it's a win win situation. The pharmucitucal companies get our business where we constantly buy medicine and we're always health by drink gallons of dimeatapp. Yeah, i'd have to say Dimeatap rocks my socks.

We're getting members

At long last, I finally have a partner in this. No longer will it be bleak boring posts, but let's welcome our first contestant, Lukas Mott

*Camera Pans to curtain*

Dammit, where is the end of this damn curtain? monkey slave peter, cut me a curtain hole

*curtain slices open*

i've always wanted to use that somehow

Something to talk about

I was sitting in the car today, going past Chapin st. And I begin to wonder about something. And all of a sudden, I have something great to blog about. But, being my usual self, I have already forgotten. So, i'll just complain about the layout of Big Lots at Fruitvale. The aisles are only wide enough for one cart and a child or a really fat person, which doesnt exactly make things better. The problem is that they shove too much crap into each of the dinky aisles. And also. Where the heck to they get off with stealing carts from the albertsons and office max next door? I mean, what if someone who worked there just went nextdoor for a um... candle and saw the cart. Well, would they argue with the manager about the stolen property? Or would they run out of the store with the candle to get back at them? I'd bet they take the candle over a cart filled with crap and pee pee. I applaud Big Lot's use of off brand things. Death cereal (Life), Mormon oats hot cereal (Quaker oats), camhorn's soup (Cambells), Senor Ding dong's mexican distilleded vinegar (???). I might complain about it, but nothing beats a John Deere mug for only one dollar. Awesome!