No help

So i'm writing one of my personal statements. I'm really behind with these things and my mom walks in and starts reading it. You know how some people are rather touchy about what they write and when to "showcase" it. Well, she started critizing it. Calling me wishy washy and unsure. She has no faith in me. Its annoying. I dont know the right words to use and she's saying all this stuff about how I cant do this or that's stupid or how she's never heard of this or that. I want to build guitars in later life with a friend. Open up a small business, be happy. But no, all she sees is push push push. I bet she doesnt even know what I want to be. I want to take full advantage of an acoustic career. Understanding how sound travels through this or that. Or how it passes through this and that. Not standing at the recieving end of a stream of harsh words. It doesnt help. Its always yelling when it comes to helping me.

"How should I write this?"
"go do you essay"

"I wanna do something involved with engineering and sound"
"that's stupid. never heard of it"

It makes me so frustrated when i'm trying to write and she's there breathing down my neck. She's expecting me to write some perfect paper like Jasmine or something. I'm not her mother. I'm not that trophy child you're expecting to raise. Give over. I wanna grow up, make a decent living of myself, maybe get married, have a nice little family and buy a house someday. I dont want to be some millionaire like you expect. But I might be harsh on her. Sure she's been some help in terms of giving my essay to other people to look at. But other than that, I think for now, all I can remember is yelling.

On: It makes me Sad

Yes, americans have lost touch with themselves in that we refuse to accept any sense of pride in our country. We take a simple object such as our flag, and turn it into a symbol of everything it doesnt mean. In the 60s, people burned flags. I dont know the real reason but I would say they took it to represent the military and no people, it doesnt represent the military, nor the ideals of the country's administration. It represents the union of states founded upon the principals of equality and freedom. Sure the meaning got squashed around a bit over time, but thats because of the administrations of the times. People, if an old man with a little US flag stands for the military because he fought with them and for them, please show some respect.

It makes me sad

The Host family from Hell

Read all about it:

HERE


Aparently, this Polish exchange student, Michael, got stuck with some Christian Fundamentalists.



From: Spiegel.de

Le Doggie et Cheffie

HAPPY 100!!

Well, this is post 100 so I thought i'd celebrate by posting my accent type:

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.
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Gene Sheldon Classic Tenor Banjo on Jackie Gleason Show

A true master comedian knows how to play banjo.

Alameda WON! The Island Bowl!!

*dance dance dance*

Allright Hornets! We beat the jets into a pulp with a bloody battle with victory for the white and gold. 31 to zero, thirty-one love, 31 naught, 31 zip, 31 nil, 31-0, thirrry-un to cerro.

Say it however you want, we ran the jets into the dog poop spread out over thompson...

MUAHAHAHAHA!!

On an even more evil note, EHS's Kenese Pedro (formerly AHS) was pulled from the game for unsportsmanlike conduct.


Damn! Damn! Damn!!

It's too late to start up the straw hat band. In terms of playing home football games. Since we made it to the playoffs. But theres other sports.

Post: I

In the beginning, there was nothing

Once it became now, there was too much crap to deal with

Ah our world, a fetid growth of mold and humans.

The industry of domination is big round these parts. Or so it seems

Nothing is ever the same as it was before.

That used to be a house,

Now its a starbucks.

Goodjob industry. You've displaced a family for a small shop

Over there, used to be Dr. Hornby's mansion. Now its an apartment

Good job 1960! You've torn down historically significant houses of Alameda

And in its place, put the soul devoid and butt ugly apartments of disgust

How is doing that... Ever a good idea?

Why dont we tear down your fucking mansion and stick a starbucks or a walmart there!

Hm!


So citizens. Support local businesses and history. Dont let industry get the best of you.

Cool Eye Maker

Goodnight world

I sit here at my station. Sitting, writing, composing my thoughts into electrical impulses. And those into gestures and the gestures into physical work and interactions, etc. etc. etc.

I'm finding that the world was never really the happy, go lucky, cotton candy and laffy taffy world I always believed it to be. People who I always thought were awesome in nature, are nothing more than mere false gods, stripped of their marble and roman numerals. These are real, ordinary... did I mention real? Real people. I never got to know the person who really exists in a person.

Am I that shallow? To sit here and live life as I've seen it though the rose colored glasses? To dance about the maypole everyday, celebrating the status quo. Never questioning, never asking, never knowing.

So, i'm going to mull and let it stew. Goodnight world, we shall meet again.

Saddam!

They've reached a verdict! Death!!! Woooot!

It

She called today. I was working at my desk when it happened. It started out as a text, then a call then a conversation was born. We talked a little, how people suck and our views of immigrants (illegal) are alike. Then, the ladythings happened. I sat there. Waiting for a response. I sat there. Listening to nothing. I sat there. Listening to several girls chatting. She came back. We closed it off and went our seperate ways. Her, a nap for the day. Me, more computer things.

I began to grow tired of browsing the internet, yet the only other possibility of work was to do homework. I put it aside and continued to browse blindly. Checking all my old sites, nothing new. A heavy sigh. The bears game is on. Awesome, Cal in the lead.

Dinner, a clash of spicy, salty and soupy.

A return home. Bears won. Hands down. Quiet rest of day I spent. There was a Steve McQueen movie on so I watched that. Not bad. Pretty cool.

My thoughts dwell on her at all times. I couldnt put her out of my mind. She's still there as I write.

awhile

So yeah, its been awhile. Happy halloween everyone! So today, we began building pumpkins in sweets class. For the first time, I felt rather disoriented.

Now we're kookin' wit gas!

So after getting a stern talking to:

Transcript:

"Ok, from here on out, no more nagging. We're not helping you get into college"

from my parents, I set off to prove them wrong. And that I would get into the colleges of my choice. I shall shake my fist at them while sipping martinis from a residental tower at Cal Poly! Muahaha!

Cal Game: 102106

So today, the Brownsons took me out to the Cal game against washington! I got to meet Sally's little friend, Donatello or Bits as Sally refers to her. They're always so nice to me. At the game, the bears were rather sloppy in the first half. But then, the cheer in today's Snoopy came to me: Woof woof, arf, arf, get them in the second harf! then the bears began gaining ground again. Mostly the work of Defence though. Longshore's passes kept overshooting his intended targets and it took them a while to start passing the ball short distances. When the bears did catch a long ball, they seemed to get overzealous and screw it up and the ball ended up back in the huskie's hands. But the second half, the Bears began to score alot and 4 seconds on the clock, Cal is up 24 to 17. The huskies pass, three bearsmen go for it, but it slips out and a Husky grabs it and touchdown, 24:24. Damn overtime but thank god we went for the 2 points after. Bears first, touchdown! Huskies turn, interception! the Bears got the ball! The BEARS got the BALL! and down at the Washington 25 yard line! THE BEARS HAVE WON!! THE BEARS WON!! *hands slapping* Yelling* Screaming* hugging* But wait... no one has charged the field... wtf... I've yet to see a field charge. This time, thankfully no one got lost, espically Bits which would have been pretty troublesome. On another note, Sally spilled diet soda on me. She'd better be thankful its got barely any soda and the stuff wasnt sticky... that much... *evil grin*

So Happy by myself

Aha! I'm so happy! ^__^ Last night, I put together my envelope: complete with letter and photograph and the package for her. One slightly used High School Football jeresey. I just feel happy that i'm making her happy by sending her mail. Which reminds me. I havent gotten mail for awhile... v__v

GOD DAMMIT!!!K!HKJ!KL:!KL!:!!

>:[ GOD DAMMIT!! I HATE MR. HARDIN's CHEMISTRY CLASS. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOIGN ON HALF THE TIME! THE CLASS MAKES NO SENSE AND I JUST FEEL LIKE YELLING:

DAMMIT!OIHD:IOFH:IL@:IOJ:IFHDISOHSDF:DSJKM<>

The girl that sat there...

On saturday morning, I was subject to the subject tests for the SATs. God I hate taking tests. But anyways, down to the meaty bits of this entry. I was to take my test inside the Media Center of my high school and there was this girl who was sitting at the table on my left. I looked at her. She looked just like this one girl in Allentown I have a crush on. As I took my test, I couldnt help but look at her whenever I had the chance. God she was beautiful. Sadly, I probably wont see her again since i've never seen her at AHS before nor does she attend AHS. Her shirt said St. Ignatius Volleyball and dejected, I slunked off as I finished my tests. But on the plus side, I went to the 13th annual classic car show on Park St. Which was totally fun! Photos of that event

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BrashFink WebWerx

the coolest webcomic available

Personal Statements

I began to work on them. They're really hard to write!

Amazing photos

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1910 flood of paris

25 Signs you've grown Up

25 Signs That, Sadly, You've Grown Up Your house plants are alive, and you can't smoke any of them. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question. You keep more food than beer in the fridge. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed. You hear your favorite song on an elevator. You watch the Weather Channel. Your friends marry and divorce instead of hook up and break up. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up." You're the one calling the police because those damn kids next door won't turn down the stereo. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you. You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore. Your car insurance goes down and your payments go up. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonalds leftovers. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt. You no longer take naps from noon to 6 PM. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset, rather than settle your stomach. You go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good stuff". You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time. "I just can't drink the way I used to," replaces, "I'm never going to drink that much again." 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar. You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn't apply to you and can't find one to save Your sorry old ass.

just great

now what am I going to do? Gabbi's got the upper hand when it comes to giving gifts. I couldnt pick out things for girls if my life depended on it. I'm screwed beyond the point of yeah... Grrrr!

just great

now what am I going to do? Gabbi's got the upper hand when it comes to giving gifts. I couldnt pick out things for girls if my life depended on it. I'm screwed beyond the point of yeah... Grrrr!

Thuggin?

I just looked at someone's myspace. Somehow this little 5'3" person thinks he's a thug. He wrote a bulletin all thuggy. The word Ass was predominate along side with the word kick. Then to top it off, he also added: Dont go messaging me cause you know what you did. No we dont you dumb imbicile! The whole purpose is to inform us that something happened to your car. Not to accuse us. If you want to inform that something happened to your car, then tell us. Dont be a whiny little bitch about it. How the hell do we know, do we care about your car? And another thing, next time you're in a book store, which might be never, pick up a dictionary. Your message is riddled with grammatical errors.

Oh and one more thing. Before you plan on kicking the "sht" out of us, grow some balls and handle a situation more adult like rather than starting a fight with some random person.

Heh... MS Word

From Craigs list:

Dear Microsoft Word,

Here are a few tips for you.

1.) Don’t ask me if I want help when I’m writing a letter TO YOU at 2:48am.

2.) Don’t do that stupid auto-format shit you just did when I hit enter after I typed “am.” That always messes up my outlines because apparently we don’t have the same style. I go “I.” then “A.” then “1.” then “a.” OK? I don’t want to print my fucking outline at 5am after I’ve worked on it all night and suddenly notice that my shit is all fucked up and you literally WON’T let me fix it. I have to have to wrestle you like a psycho bitch to get you to let me type how I want to. I get A’s in school, ok? Teachers like my outlines the way I do them. I’m sorry.

3.) My teachers want one inch margins. I know, it sucks, but they think I’m a slacker when you slyly auto-fuck with my margins. YOU’RE the slacker, asshole!!!

4.) If I’m writing a ten page paper about, oh, say rhetorical discourse, and I’m on page nine and we’ve (you and I) have been working together for about five hours and I suddenly type “rheotoric,” can’t you REMEMBER that I have correctly typed “rhetoric” nine thousand times by this point and just fucking fix it for me? I have a laptop. Right clicks on those are annoying as shit.

5.) Your dictionary/thesaurus is missing SO MANY fucking words! What’s up with that?

6.) When I hit “print preview” you really should let me actually EDIT there, too. Print preview means, ok, I’m gonna look it over one more time and see if it’s all good. When I notice something’s fucked up, I have to close print preview to go back and search for it to fix it. C’mon.

7.) When you say something is spelled wrong but really it’s just a word you haven’t learned yet, (it’s ok) and I fix it for you before I type anything else, you switch it back to being wrong! Fuck you is that annoying!

8.) Sometimes, I am just right with the grammar and you’re not.

9.) Is it going to hurt my eyes to see the whole damn menu if I click on File or Edit? What are you ashamed of?

10.) I’m sorry I have been such a rude bitch. We have had great times together, and overall you’re thesaurus has made me sound much smarter than I am in many, many papers. Also, I love it when you track my changes. That’s so sexy. And who can forgot Courier New, to turn a seven page paper into ten! Thank you!

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I laughed and I meant it

Today, I had gone out for dinner in Hayward. But along the way, we had to stop in San Lorenzo to pick up a few things. But on the offramp, I noticed this car pulled onto the shoulder. It's one of those pimped out cars with massive 22" rims and custom paint job. But something was wrong. A can of something was attached to its front tire. Oh, it's one of those compressed air things... But both his tires are flat. I laughed out loud for once (rare since I lost the ability to laugh alot* There's nothing he can do about it. Since taking off the rim is out of the question, he'd have to take off the entire unit, mod the brakes and lug his tire into the back of his custom suede lined trunk. You obviously dont think sir, that when you buy tires that thin, you cant change them when they go flat. And another thing, what's the point of buying tires like that if you dont ever race your car? They go flat easily and for another thing, your XXXXXXXXL tshirt looks like everyone else's. You think you're that cool? You think you're an individual and unique? You are in some ways, but you're just another fucking sheep in the world. Who idolizes rappers and not scientists. You suck. You have no mind of your own and you spend more on your car than your girlfriend. I bet those 2000 dollar rims wont do any good now eh? Last I heard, you took your girlfriend out for dinner. At a burrito shop. In Oakland. Oh Snap! Hahah, Sir, like Mr. Galawy, I laugh in your face. I laugh in the face of danger. I laugh because I hate your culture and the stupidty it brings on today's youths. And on the way out, I noticed how you had to get your friend in the football jersey with sleeves longer than his arms to pick you up in his 82 Celica. How pathetic. You spent 2000 on rims which you only enjoy by looking at and getting curb appeal, 84 cents on a "romantic" dinner with your "dressed like a ho" girlfriend who probably whines about everything, and 10 bucks for "groceries" *imitates sniffing noises* So get a job, stop tricking out your car. It's not a good car. It's a freaking buick. It's like putting spinners on a VW beetle. It sucks beyond all relief. Oh and next time, dont buy your clothes at places for Big and Tall. Cause you aint neither of them.

Driving

I finally can drive! I suck at parking ^__^!!!

heh, I almost hit cars today!

Oh, I got a webcam at long last..

Muni Vs. AC Transit

Muni:

VanNess & Ellis Ave (939)

take the 47 or 49 to California, walk up one block to sacramento Ave

catch number 1 Geary & 33

Get off at 28th ave and walk to grandmama's

Trip distance on foot: appx - .5 mi
Trip distance total: appx - 4.2 mi
Trip Time total: appx: 50 minuites

SAME DESTINATION,


Walk to Fillmore and Geary
Catch 38 Ocean beach or VA hospital
Get off at 28th Ave
Walk to Grandmama's

Trip distance on foot: appx - .75 mi
Trip distance total: exact - 4 mi
Trip time total - 40 minuites +/- 5 minuites
Time wasted at bus stop/s: 10 minuites



AC TRANSIT:

Walk from Morton and San Antonio to Morton and Santa Clara
Catch O or 51
Get off at Park station
Catch 50
Get off at Fire Station
Walk Home

Trip on Foot distance: 1.2 mi
Total Trip distance: 3.5 mi
Trip time: 40 minuites
Time wasted at bus stops: 40 minuites


I HATE AC TRANSIT!!!

I'd like to take some time to honor a friend's father who recently passed away. Mr. Brownson, although we didnt know each other or ever talk, I know you must have been a good father to produce two wonderful children like Daniel and Sally. Sir, please rest in peace and know that the AHS music department gives you their condolences.

The largest crock of shyt AKA New Age Healing

Howdy, y'll. You can tell by my title, that I hate New Age techniques. Who ever heard of aromatherapy being a "legit" form of treatment? God you people, you have scientists rolling around in their graves. Understandably, not all synthetics are good, but when you turn to eating roots some man in a tunic and a ponytail dug from his yard. How the hell do you even know if the root is ok to even eat? What if the root came from an Oleander bush? What then!? You'd be flat on your back pushing up daisies. Understandable, that the chinese practiced herbal medicines. But that's all that was available. And they were good at it too! They at least went through the trouble of understanding how it reacts and what happens if you use it. But nowadays, we're just scammers and con artists. It's late, I'm off to bed.

VOSS

It's rather interesting. I just had some recently.

Ungh..

We're going through another rough time together... It's just that... *sigh* I dont know what to do anymore..

An Open Letter (two of 'em)

Dear lady on bus route 38L,

I understand that you get into the mood listening to your music. But when you start making annoying gestures, other commuters find it uncomfortable to sit around and watch you jerk your head forward and backwards. Also, the bug eyed sunglasses dont look good on you. Also, if you'd turn down the volume and let your eardrums recover, you'll notice the bus was quiet. But you had to start mumbling words off key and banging your foot on the floor. My advice, get doc martins. Those wont make any noise. And also, leave the ipod at home once in awhile...

Z


Dear guy with sunglasses at 25th avenue bus stop

You are a moron. I saw you try to open the back door with your hands, but obviously, the buses now employ a hydraulic lock to keep people like you and other fare-evaders out. If the big signs with the *STOP* DO NOT ENTER FROM REAR DOORS tip you off, then the back of the ticket should. You will be FINED! FINED! now that money could have bought you a pair of sunglasses or some decent shoes, but you seem miffed over buck fifty. Oh and next time, have your money ready and stop wasting my time in line at the money machine.

Z

Dear Russian woman on the 38 Ocean Beach

The man cant find 50 cents. Get over it. There's no need to take it out on him like that. Drivers are usually nice and let the person ride free. And you scolded an old man! You spent 5 minutes of my life waiting at 17th avenue. You shouted at him so long, the lights changed. Twice. You even pushed away the young man who tried to give him the bus fare. God, you are a genuine bi***. You know that don't you. And I know what you mean in your Cyrillic tounges. I said Geprobulgh..

Z

Well....

So yeah, I was... damn. I hate it when I forget what I was going to blog about. I had a really good idea earlier... somewhere... Fu** I just cant...

breakdown

Now it happens... 12 years after his death that I start to cry. Thinking about it, and talking about it... I'm ashamed of myself. I was excited to be riding in a limo, not knowing that everyone else was in grief over the death of my grandfather... At that time, I was young and barely was in touch with my feelings. I'd only cry when I'd get hurt, but not when someone died. I still had no idea what dying meant...

Today was rather depressing... Talking with some people out in Penn., about the death of her fiance/boy friend and how he was shot. The drugs killed him. Then I start talking with Kim to find out that their cats are being kicked out and might be put down... I start talking with her and talk about my grandfather... Before I did, I wasnt sure what direction to move in... I start to cry, a little at a time then I just broke down. Holding in the feelings living my life with only one grandfather... not cool. No one should ever lose a loved one to lung cancer, but that's their style of life. To date, I believe he should be about... 85... I cant go on...

AHA!

I found a loop hole! I found a loop hole! I found a loop hole!

*dances and sings*

You might wonder what lil ol' me might be so happy about. I figured out a way to get my liscence. If I actually had decided to make a post at 11:40, it would have been rather depressed and emo'y about how I cant get my liscence until 18. Which I cant. But anyways... Thanks to a beautiful angel by the name of Lauren, i've developed a sure fire method on how to get my liscence in the next 8 months or so. My 17 & 1/2 birthday isint until a few days, but until then, i'm going to study the manual from top to bottom. Then on or after my 17 1/2 birthday, i'm going to take the permit test. At that age, a verification of DE/DT is not required to get the permit. So now I'll have a permit! Granted if I pass the test. So the six months until my birthday, will be devoted to learning to drive and practicing. And once my birthday rolls round, I can get my liscence straight up since it's not necessary to bog a legal Adult with the necessity of taking Driver's Ed or Training. But i'ma going to have to take training anyways. So Fingers crossed and i'll have my liscence soon!

eeep!

I just have to say... the spiders are getting freakishly huge this summer in my house. The other day, I had to kill one the size of a walnut. Literally. Not one of those daddy long leg ones... I get ones the size of tennis balls here. But those ordinary little black house spiders. But this one was huge. it was shaking it's ass at us and wiggling it's fangs around at us threatening to ruin the breakfast cooking on the stove...

Science Quotes...

I cant help but find these funny. I'm going to use one for senior quote

"I have a sore throat."
2000 BC : "eat this root"
1200 AD : "That root is heathen, say this prayer."
1500 AD : "That prayer is superstition, drink this elixir."
1800 AD : "That elixir is snake oil, Take this pill."
1900 AD : "That pill is ineffective, Take this antibiotic."
2000 AD : "That antibiotic is artificial, Here why dont you eat this root." — A short history of medecine.

"All that glitters is not gold, but at least it contains free electrons."

"As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life — so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls." — Matt Cartmill.

"Keep your stickers out of my science book; I don't paste crap in your bible."

the AOL search archives

Users in the comments are pissed off at the idea that people can be arrested for planning a crime like murder, calling it minority report like. I ask you why is it that americans have no problems arresting people that are planning or researching how to conduct terrorist attacks? Yet if a person plans on killing his wife that is ok, until he actually does it? How many people do you have to plan on killing before its ok for a company like AOL to hand your records over to the government? I am not taking sides, I’m just pointing out the obvious double standard. This story will open a can of worms, and will decide just how private your data online really is.

http://research.aol.com released a list of 20 million + searches by 500,000 AOL users. Contained in this list are social security numbers, credit cards and other personal information. There are some truly scary things in this database.

There are hundreds of searches from people looking to kill themselves and even more scary are searches from users that seem to be looking to commit murder.

Check out the search history for user 17556639, most recent search is at the bottom of the list.. Does this look like the search history of a user wanting to do something bad?

17556639 how to kill your wife
17556639 how to kill your wife
17556639 wife killer
17556639 how to kill a wife
17556639 poop
17556639 dead people
17556639 pictures of dead people
17556639 killed people
17556639 dead pictures
17556639 dead pictures
17556639 dead pictures
17556639 murder photo
17556639 steak and cheese
17556639 photo of death
17556639 photo of death
17556639 death
17556639 dead people photos
17556639 photo of dead people
17556639 www.murderdpeople.com
17556639 decapatated photos
17556639 decapatated photos
17556639 car crashes3
17556639 car crashes3
17556639 car crash photo

This is the very data that google won a legal battle to keep from the government. What is going to happen to the search industry now? What are peoples privacy rights? If people are using AOL to search for ways of killing their spouse what should be done about it?

I think because of the data contained in these search results the government is going to be taking a lot closer look at the search industry and things will definitely change.

Techcrunch has more on it here talking about the stupidity and coming fallout that AOL is facing..

Courtesy of: The Paradigm Shift

Magic Bum

Today on McAllister st, I was walking up to my office when I came across a bum. He was wearing and most likely still is wearing a purple satin baseball jacket. He carried a cane and seemed like most bums. But when I walked by, he took his cane and poked a door kick on the courthouse building. He asked the door... "Is that some kind of Heat refelction ray?". I was all like: WTF? So yeah... As I left, he added: Does it give off magic heat? Cause my radioactive jacket can deflect it..."

I bought aviator sunglasses for my little brother's bday...

Finish and Start of: Space for Nothing

So i'm going to ramble today about the needless amount of waste Americans go through each year. When it comes to either cars, housing or storage space. But i'm mostly going to bitch about the first two mostly because storage space is actually used *gasp* what a shocker!

I can remember back to about 1995 or so. But not entirely. It was a time when cars no bigger than a big screen tv dominated the scene. Cars that existed were more like the toyota camery and honda civics. These were small cars then. But look at today. Modern society has turned us into shopping machines. If you take notice, or watch cribs on MTV, you'll see one person who owns like 5 or 6 expensive large cars. Now, that's alot of cars for one person to own. But when you're made like that, sure why not? But is it economical? No. People have begun a new trend of buying more than you can afford. These people get poor work and yet, they're buying a 40,000 dollar car and adding 10000 dollars worth of wheels, stereos and whatchamacllits. Who needs a freaking TV on the side of your car? The people of this nation must learn to utilize money and space as well as the earth grows smaller and smaller each day with every person born. Out on the freeways, the majority of cars are sedans, but for every three sedans on the road is about 1 SUV. And when you pass by one of these cars, you see just one driver. Sometimes a really thin looking girl. Kinda like a latino whore or something. With the bikini strap and big ass sunglasses. But aside the point. These small persons are driving cars like the big chevys or GMCs or Cadillacs. There is no point for people to own cars like this. There is one person at Alameda High I would put on the pedastal for a moment. A rich girl who shall remain nameless. I've seen her drive a large chevy suburban down the street completly alone. She even almost ran me over once on Tybourne. Reckless driving kills people. Even her brother who crashed his 50,000 dollar car, just like that. Purchased a new one. The gangster life is just a fad. Do these people have any idea how fugging stupid they look in big ass sunglasses and wearing panty hose on their heads. No offense to any of my friends who may be one of these "characters". But I digress onto another topic. The sort of people who buy these large vehicles. Without a doubt will never need all the space. Unless one day, they end up driving around dead bodies or robbing a bank.

Onto the topic of housing. In the past 10 years, there has been a massive housing boom. Why? Because of all the wealth held by the upper percentile of the wealthy in the nation are buying second homes. Second. Let me say. Sure it's nice being able to sleep in your own sheets and bed somewhere else. But that's what a timeshare is for as well. With this new growth of wealth in a medium sized percentage of americans, they've decided to take the opportunity to excercise the wealth by purhcasing more and more of America itself and squeezing the poor into further poverty. Cause and Effect. The rich purchase more land and housing making it difficult for the poor to get by and still live in houses. Sometimes, the 2nd home is more expensive and not even lived in. In Hawaii, on the way to Kiholo bay, you had to walk past this giant yellow colored mansion. There were hammocks stretched out on trees and what not on the beach. But was the person enjoying this wealth? No! He probably wasnt even there at all. The good Hawaiian government luckily made it against the law to purchase a beach in Hawaii. But we know how shrwed some of the rich are. They extend their properties right to the edge of the beach to prevent people from reaching the beach. By purchasing the land around the beach, the persons going to the beach are forced to go around through wild scrub and not trespass at all.

So America, your land of freedom and wealth. Have your people become any better? Yes and No. Your childrenhave embraced civil rights and equality. But not the rights of everyone to access the nation's wealth of beauty and landscapes. But I digress... So americans. Make use of your money. Dont spend it on vehicles and housing. Buy a gun. Makes a great holiday gift.

insomnia

I think i have it. Ever since i came home, i cant sleep. Also, my use of the capital "i" has died along side...

vacation

Enjoy yourselves while i'm on vacation for the next week and a day. I'll be back by the 28th so dont miss me too much...

I killed something pregnant!

Oh yuck...

I'm working in the atrium by my window today. I 'm just clearing dirt from the house walls when I find a roly-poly bug to play with. So i'm rather fascinated by it. Whoops... I drop it several times... And then I start flinging it in the air and it hitting the shovel when it lands. Seems fun. But usually... the roly polies would curl up into balls when they're being attacked. I thought that seemed odd so when it stopped moving alot and it was on its back, i took a twig and poked it's stomach.

What happened next made me sick beyond relief. The stick pierced its stomach releasing a small amout of fluids and little white roly polies. I realized then, I killed a pregnant roly poly. But another oddity. They began to move around and started walking all over the spade. My mom has a good look at them and then I set to killing them as well. So either, it's a mass murder or a genocide. You decide. Was me killing roly polies genocide or murder? Young baby r-p's. Think about it. Sure they're just babies... but they're gross and disgusting as well as garden pests...

On a lighter note, My mom ripped out a timer box from the wall and we found a whole bunch of rolie polies with their color sucked out thanks to a giant spider we found under the box.

Space for Nothing

I've begun to notice a large and very costly trend spreading throughout the entire nation. A new craze that has spread through the entire minds of several and the majority of citizens. The need to purchase space that would never be used.

I'm tired. I'll continute tomorrow...

musicgasms

Last night, Zach took me to the symphony! :D

so, first off, i had to put MY OWN makeup on... D: that was bad... then when i wasnt even done, HE SHOWED UP to pick me up! D: i was not ready at all.. then his mom dropped us off at the

shit happens

It really does when you think about it. You take shits when you need to, and you get the shits when you eat really gross food. But one thing i've noticed the past few weeks. Ever since me and Kim started dating, we based things that are very very similar between us as "orange". So with that in mind, we really start to notice how orange the world is. Traffic cones which you could only give a second thought about started to appear everywhere. Construction vehicles were orange, as were signs and buttons and clothes. A blog I regularly haunt: www.cynical-c.com came out with a startling article that stunned me. The Baader-Meinhof Phenemonom. And I quote: " You may have heard about Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon before. In fact, you probably learned about it for the first time very recently. If not, then you just might hear about it again very soon. Baader-Meinhof is the phenomenon where one happens upon some obscure piece of information– often an unfamiliar word or name– and soon afterwards encounters the same subject again, often repeatedly. Anytime the phrase "That's so weird, I just heard about that the other day" would be appropriate, the utterer is hip-deep in Baader-Meinhof." So that's the jist of it. It's truly real.

http://www.damninteresting.com/?p=417

Adolf Elizabeth Hitler

So, Saturday. It started with Girl Scout daycamp training... Where I met 2 girls who will be aiding with me, I thought they would be bitchy, but they aren't...

Anyway! On to the more important portion of the day... So when I finally get home I realize D: Oranji has called 2 times already! NOT GOOD! So I go to call back when O__O he calls me and O__O he'll be there in 15 minutes! NUUU!!! I ran to get on some more deoderant, get on my pants, shoes, brush my teeth and start putting on my white shirt when he knocks. Oh no! *Dad opens door* He's in a button up flannel! D: *must. change. shirt.* So I grab something, start putting it on when I realize he is INSIDE THE HOUSE! NUUUUU!!! I gently push him out the door, and we go to the car... My house... It's ugly. I don't like it. I don't really want him looking at it... because it's ugly.

He played soooo beautifully at the recital! I wish I could see his hands... And his brother played nicely too, especially his dance of the dates. Oranji played a cookie song too, several, I thought those were really cute and I was thinking about the affect of octaves with cords and how that will paint something completely different in your head if you move your hand a half a step higher. This is why I love the piano, multiple voices on one instrument [fucking KICK ASS!!!!!! xD]!

*Back to oranji* So after the cookie story and the music, we got to eat COOKIES! His mom made cookies... They were good *remembers yummmm* I liked them... And they went well with the cheese cake later! :D

So we went to his house and went to his room. His house is incredibly clean! O___O *blink* really clean... I really love it... I loved the whole atmosphere! It was really comfortable... And his room! THE CARPET! SO CLEAN! *dies* he said he spent 5 hours cleaning yesterday, I guess he did alot... It was very nice... I think his house was the opposite of my house, in every way... *hating own house*

His mom is a good cook... the meat was great, the brocoli was great, the potatoe salad was great, the garlic bread was great! I think it was all from scratch! AWESOME! *dies* I was tempted to take some home with me... I think I ate twice as much as Evan did and I think more than Oranji ate too... BUT IT WAS SOOOO GOOD! I don't know if his parents liked that I was eating so much... I couldn't tell... They were good conversation!

So while we were in his room, I found a ring. It was a really pretty ring. I put it on and he didn't seem to object. It only fit on my ring fingers [how ironic] and later, during the producers, I put it on his index finger, it looked so hot on him... He tried to show me how to play guitar but my fingers were too stuby to strum a chord and I lacked finger strength to hold the strings down hard enough... The Ukileli was alot easier to play but still hard. Eventually we wound up on the floor, making out and listening to good music [he has good music] and me signing his year bjork [like a year book but not].

When we went on our walk, we walked kinda far and tried to go on the swings at Bay Farm school, but someone messed them up and another was swinging in the way [I was kinda glad we didn't swing, my hips are too wide so it hurts... >_<]... I was so sad that he was leaving for San Fransisco, I wanted to give him a gift of some kind but I didn't have anything on me... *is determined not to lose ring* anyway, our walk. So we were walking down the usual residential areas in Bay Farm when we saw a play structure and so we tried to climb it [we kissed in a cheesy movie type way] when I hit my head! *ouch* it hurt really bad... But his hug dulled the pain. ^___^ I love his hugs... while he & i were nursing my wound, these kids were staring at us from behind a plastic yellow slide! so we decided to play along and fake makeout so they could be entertained and completely curious, but then, we started to really makeout, that didnt last very long because the children were distracting and funny to watch... [plus I felt kinda rediculous, makingout with my boyfriend for CHILDREN??? o__O]

Then we went to the beach type place and climbed a tower, where it was windy, we found some empty bear bottles [clearly someone had a good time last night!] and we threw one off the tower! it didn't break tho... but it was trown, and we were trying to fill it with sand but it wasn't working so we just tossed it. Then we saw a titanic type shape cement thing and wanted to be totally just like the movies so I stood like rose in titanic and he was jack. I don't think we did it right... but i didn't care cuz then we started making out, man i love kissing him...

THEN we watched the producers! where we were informed that hilter's full name was Adolf Elizabeth Hitler! he had apparently come from a long line of English queens... during the entirity of the movie, my arms were being iced [thank you oranji, i really appreciated that] and oranji and i, we were cuddling! ^___^ I hope his back wasn't strained, and was being supported, but I couldn't tell usually from where I was positioned... the movie was really funny! i liked it... at one point, I was laughing so much I thought I was going to puke! D: but then, I didn't. towards the middle of the movie, we had green tea and cheesecake! YUMMM! and more of his mom's cookies and other cookie like things! oooooooh it was all sooooo good! ^______^ his mom is a good cook.... I brought my parental units some cheesecake too when I got home...

When he walked me up to my door, I showed him my room... I think it's bigger than his, but I have more stuff. I only let him peek because i was so ashamed of it... [he'll probably insist I clean it...] D: all he said was 'wow' as if a tornado had just blown threw a shanty town... V____V i dont like my room either... there was music stuff everywhere, my instrument on the floor, comp on, dirty clothes bin full to the rim, crap EVERYWHERE!!!! D: *hopes he wont break up with me cuz it's so dirty*

anyway, we had lots of fun but I think my house ruined the entire night! D: up till then, i was really having a great time... and was loving this sweet good bye until next weekend [hopefully]... anyway, i think this date wasn't as romantic as our first [exactly a week prior to this date] but i thoroughly enjoyed it more... [better food invovled and more him and me time!! xD] i love him so much... and i hope he has an excellent time at his new job, learning and making new friends! we will call eachother every night! and we will talk about day camp and his job! we're so orange together!!

I got to watch him walk away again and he looked hotter than ever! and i will miss him while he is gone...
kimiko.

Saturday... Pwnsome...!

What could I say? My mom and I had spent the previous day watching movies until 2 AM. So we go to bed and I wake up at 9:00 and realize someone left me a message. It was Kim calling to tell me that she was at day camp. Ok, no sweat. I'll just enjoy the day until the recital.

2:15... Oh crap! Why wont she pick up? *Panic* Uh, Uh, Uh....

2:30... Helo? Ah! I'll be there in 15 minuites.

So on the car ride over, my dad kept obsessing over which street her entrance was on. So after tuning out, We arrive there and I walk in. For the first time, I realize how small her apartment was. An altar took up one corner and a curtain thingy was in the middle of the room. So, i'm waiting for her to finish picking a shirt and I notice there's tons of stuff everywhere. We go out and it's a relatively quiet ride over to Amy's. The recital went off with about 5 ro 6 hitches in my playing and after that, we had cookie time. Ohmigosh, mom's mothball cookies, tasted just like virginia's. oh... yummerz. So after we finish all that, we go home. I noticed that Kim was scratching alot and I started to become concerned when I saw her arm turn white. Damn you histamines! So we get home and I show her upstairs before dad said: no closed doors, no funny noises ok? Flushed embarassed, I continue up and show her my guitars, and clarinets and library. Then, I pull down my yearbjork and I got her to sign page 69. I put on my Creole Jazz cd and we're just laying there on the carpet and we're just kissing each other. A thought of panic rushed into my mind. We're in plain sight from the staircase and my brother's room. Oh crap. Oh... oh... oh fuck that.... mmm... Ah, I start showing her other stuff and we're just holding each other. So me and her go down for water and we decide to go out for a walk.

On the walk, we go out to Bay Farm School and show her around. At first, we had trouble climbing the fence. And we left passing a rough bunch of people. And we're walking down kofman and we stop at a playground in front of the lagoons and we're playing around on this. And we kiss on the monkeybars and she bumped her head twice. She climbed down and I held her for a while. In my perphrials I saw two young kids looking at us curiously around the slide. I tell her about it and she laughs. We start mock kissing and these kids are really into it. They're running all over to get a view of it. Afterwards, I mentioned, maybe when he goes home, he's going to start kissing his sister. and his excuse. "I saw a boy kissing his sister". heh... dirty thoughts. So we come to the "23" tower and we climb up to discovered a case of emptied becks beer. I throw one down. And we're just kicking the bottle around. Silly us.

We also come up to the ship thing. We pretend to be on the titanic scene and then it just becomes kissing. We're walking back and we realize what time it was and we're running home for a while. Past the multi-million dollar homes. When we did get home, Kim said she was still tired... heh...

I turn my comptuer, show her some things and Yakitate. Who wouldnt love an entire anime series about a bread making boy? Then we stop and we're just listening to Franz ferdinand and I try to teach her guitar. then Ukulele.

At dinner, it was rather quiet, but man was the food good. Aparently, Kim eats alot of Ramen and boxed stuff. Shameful... I hope she comes over more often. The potato/egg/bacon salad... KICK ASS...oh... i mean.. PWNERIFIC! XD. So after that, we watched the Producers which is a really good movie. Anything with Will Ferrel and Hitler is bound to be good. The hop hop clop clop was really awesome. So I bring her home and she gives me a glimpse of her room. Which must say. Was extremely messy. That was the first girl's bed room i've been in of a girl who was my age and I was in love with. We stand back outside and her cat comes by. *kiss* then smile and a long time to leave....

Wednesday Special: melt

Ohh, tonight. What can I say about tonight? I had gotten a ride over to Mel's to go bowling with Kimiko and her friends and Vivian. So after three frames and 75 dollars, we're watching Sarah and Jennifer playing each other at DDR and we're rather bored now and we leave. (BTW, I won 2nd frame and second placed in 3rd frame). So we wander over to starbucks where I buy her soda and myself a vanilla cremå and as a bit of advice, get it hot. No matter how hot it is outside. If you get it chilled, they pack the damn thing in ice, so you get less. So after being shooed out, we wander to mervyns and browse jeans and sunglasses. Kim made me wear these extremely effiminate sunglasses. So then we find ourselves in the shoes department where we have shoegasms over a pair of grey and white Vans I found. OMG, they were totally sexy. I hope they'll have some by the end of summer. MMM... so after awhile, I call home and I'm to be picked up on central and park. Eventually, we make our way to the Burma cafe and vivian wander to tuckers to avoid our PDA. FIrst french ever. I'd tell more, but my readers, I have standards! But it was so romantic. The cars driving in the background and the lights going out. We could ahve embraced forever, but alas, Father time, you screw me again. Alas, my stomach rumbles for no food passed since 5. But that kiss filled me up.

The man formerly known as Exhausted

After my spartan date yesterday, I had a goodbye kiss from Kimiko...

That night, My back ached, my head hurt and my legs felt weird.

Call me superstitious, but outside forces feel that's good

Yes, I know that last sentence is poorly worded and phrased. And poor in general...

But after 10 hours of sleep, I feel right as rain.

Cant wait for bowling tonight..

Tuesday's Chocolate

Last night... i went to sleep at 2... when i had originally promised oranji that i would go to bed at 12:30ish when [oranji and i] hung up the phone.... im bad at going to bed ontime, sorry oranji. 5 hours after laying my head down, I woke up to the burning of histamine [C5H9N3] in my arms. [it burns.... IT BURNS!!!!!] It seems to be an orange thing now where i call him [or he me] first thing in the morning [i think its sexy...], so I called him and we had a short little conversation before he reminded me that we're using his minutes, so i stumble out of bed and sign in on teh comp; all the while scratching away at my poor arms. *scratch scratch, GAH! IM SCRATCHING! D:* so until about 09.5a.m. we have a random saddaf-style conversation with teh daffy herself. then we sign off, i do my morning prayers, eat my bran breakfast, get my backpack packed.

Then i get into the shower and after i wash and started shaving i realized: "GAH! [i say gah alot...] this razor is not being as effective as before! time to get more!" and almost at the exact same time as that interjection passed through my head the phone [which i strategically placed on the sink's counter] RINGS! D: is he ready already?? runs through my head.

0.5hours after his call im out the door and walking a moderate pace so as not to get too sweaty prior to even seeing him... after noticing he must inside the library, i enter and do a thorough search of the lower level thinking he probably wouldn't be in the children's section waiting for a story to be told... but i made sure anyway.

after several people looked at me oddly because i invaded their personal space bubbles [freaking 10 ft radius... awd ppl] trying to see if he was around a corner or something, i decided to move my search to the upper level of the complex.

Once i was up on the first landing, i saw oranji's beautiful face pop out from behind the half wall. to me, it was as if time slowed down to a snails pace [kind of like in the movies] and it occured to me, there he is, there's my guy, my zach! and im his kim, his deoderant sniffing, chocolate loving kim. i thought that was beautiful, the two of us, in that moment, being in love with one another, it was all so beautiful. it was at that moment, as i walked up the stairs, smiling at his entrancing persona, that it hit me: we were together and that i was the luckiest girl in alameda! he and i, we were eachothers, and i love it!

it was taking me too long to reach the top of the steps so i nervously ran the last three... and met him at the top with a tight bear hug, he was bending his knees. before then, i'd never felt short but that hug made me feel 2inches tall. i dont care if he was taller than me by 5'6"! no, thats not what was important. at that moment, the fact that he and i were in eachother's arms was the most important thing in the world...

so we nervously hugged and started making our way to longs because i had to buy razors and something to drink. [man, i was thirsty!] after i finally realized that looking at the isle headers would tell me where to find razors, thanks to zach, and a little more help from a guy looking at deoderant, we found the razors! but no gilette for women disposables... unfortunately... but ANYWAY, so i resisted the urge to buy the following: pens, gum, folders, and [some other toiletry can't remember at moment]. we're so orange, he's a compulsive buyer too... [*dies* we're so orange... i love him]

we went to the shoe place, looked around, then went to the antiques store and looked around. then he waited downstairs while i got my permission slip for bowling, then we walked past stallman's house and went to trader joes. i'd been to trader joe's a grand total of 2 times before... we walked in, snuggling, and we stopped in front of a freezer full of pizza. the pizza was exciting enough, but the COLDNESS was... so nice. it was very hot today and my arms were on fire! [damnéd histamine! >:( ] so i put my arms in the freezer and they felt soooo much better! plus, i put my open water bottle in too and the mouth piece was soooo cold! :3 i really liked it... oranji's showing me the freezer was an excellent idea! [arigato, oranji]

THEN we went to the chocolate. [:L chocolate... *drool* :L] there weren't just neatly packed and wrapped bars of chocolate that all looked exactly the same. NO! there was, apparently, one bar that got broken into smaller bars! xD YAY! THE PIECES WERE HUGE!!!! it made me squeel. and it was GHIRADELLI! GAH! FRIGGIN KICK ASS! OMG! and so, he selected the biggest one he could find: 0.66lbs of chocolate for $2.30! how sweet of him to find the biggest when people usually look for the smallest one.... [arigato, oranji] i seriously love him for doing the sweetest thing at the time and the sweetest thing that i WANTED him to do too!!! TT__TT i love him...

so after we left... [omg! i forgot to mention we passed the place we FIRST walked together EVER, right outside of applebees, and you know what he said?? HAPPY 2-DAY ANNIVERSARY! awwww how sweeeeeeeeeeet!!! ^_____^ really, i love him so much!] ok, on to the rest of the day. so we went in the direction of waldens when i realized i STILL had something to give him... CHOCOLATE! last night, i was working late and dad took me to Nikko's to feed me when they gave me a chocolate & peanut butter mini bar thingy so i was too full to eat it, i know, me not have room for dessert! D:] so i gave him the bar i had and he unwrapped it, put it in his mouth and started chewing. and then a marvelous groan of dessert-magic-pleasure escaped and he HUGGED ME! *dies* he loved it! i was afraid he'd hate it... but he LOVED IT! :3 i did good...

we went to waldens and i was reading only excerpts from the manga i want to buy so that i will ACTUALLY buy it... anyway, i look up from chidori beating on sosuke when i notice oranji is standing a few steps away, looking really, really, REALLY hot. so i put the not as important books on the shelf and stand up. i wasnt sure how to aproach him. i was thinking that he might not appreciate me coming up to him and putting my arms around him like i wanted to, so i just stood behind him and watched what he was tracing with his fingers, a gun book, it looked kinda interesting, i didnt know what alot of it meant, but i was still curious. so when he finally noticed me, i supose that i kinda startled him...

we lingured around the manga section and he calmed me from my naruto high/freaking out, and we read some fox trot and this one liner book, then i put my arms around him like i originally wanted to do.

so fast forward to when he had to leave... *image of film being fast forwarded* so i wanted to make up for the almost-but-not-really-a-goodbye kiss from yesterday, so i kissed him, but better. and gave him a boner... V__V [gomen oranji!] i felt bad after but i was too happy and fluttery to really be sorry. so i watched him walk away, and i felt so cool, yet again, he and i we roxxorz together! we're orange together and its fucking pwnerific!

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