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Sunday, June 29, 2003
crazy shit
wow this is weird...
sum up of the night
so yea, let's see, umm, I wake up, around 10 o'clock by my parents who keep relentlessly trying to wake me up, and finally they accidentally succeed, but they're already leaving to breakfast without me, so no point. so I'm too tired to get dressed so I tell them to go ahead without me, and i try to go to sleep again, and can't but just maybe a little. So I get up and go to the pool, and its already like almost 1pm, and swim for a while, then my parents come and drop me off some Carl's Jr.!!! hell yeSSssS! so they leave again to finish their errands, and i swim more then get out cuz im starvin and grub sick-like. jeeea crisscut fries sucka!!
I got 2 lazy to go back in the pool cuz im so damn full, so dry off and go inside and be a bum on the computer. decide to take a shower and i do, then be more of a bum. just trying to kill time before work.
so I go to work, its aiiight. whatever. this new guy quits...aww he was a super lazyass...jus when i was beginning to give him a chance too...oh well, we knew he wouldnt last.
so I get off at 10 and I knew that there was this debut party thingy...lauren chavez from clas of 0-trey. So i drive over derr, and like I knew would happen, I was outside for about an hour (till 11:40) until the afterparty finally began. it happens at every debut ive been too...hehe and thats why quincineras start early in the mArning for Mass, then chill for an hour or too, thento the hall, have the little memory presentations and whatnot, and then if ur at a good quincinera, theres entertainment like folklorico dancing and such, mariachis and the like...then the party begins and u grub and party for hours...i dunno, thats how debuts need to be...but eh, whatevers.
so in this case that hour wasnt so bad, actually it was coo, cuz Lindsay and Adam were there, and Will Robinson...crazy tall homeboy. Lots of peeps from 03..duh of course, oh yea and Jacinto. I call Rex, and hes sad but a lazyass at the same time cuz he doesnt wanna drive, but its cool, not much happened there but chit-chat. Then STAYVAN! and Joel and Germain arrive. Finally, Jeriel pops out and says wassupers, then C follows a little while after. Oh yea, before all this brewhaha, like when I got there actually...a motherhumping mothofocko that I never see pops up...the great philosophical Antolivas. Talk a little, then Christina comes out, and more talking. Pretty coo.
Any-teat, I love how I make not much of an event a great mouthful. I am the Charles Dickens of LiveJournals (details and such). So, finally at 1145, the deejay began spinnin, and I finally see Sean-dweezo...guess where? the dancefloor being the dancing machine that he is, and that I used to be. hehe. We intrude finally and Jeriel begins venting over a lil somethin something, so I attempt to cheer him up with a bit of vulgarity and tell Jeriel to join me in the classic ELECTRIC SLIDE....yeSssSsSzZZzZ. So we begin that, then Lindsay joins, then Joel, STAYVAN!, Germain...the whole gang, plus like a bunch of people who were minding their own beezwax dancing join in too. wow, titeness breeds even more titeness.
So me and Joel twerk like Sean Paul dancers and STAYVAN! gets in on the fun as well. Then the music stops, we sit down, talk shit and be funny, and get thrown out. Go back to C's/Lauren's house. Go inside, more chillin and tawlkin and beer! yesssSSsZZ, then watch people be funny little villains and go into the pool nexxx door, then errrbody goes home little by little. Happy Birf-dey Lauren Chavez, nice seeing people from 03 i havent seen in a while and will never see again, haha, and good luck to JACK-into as USNA. Represent brutha.
Now I'm here, and sunks didnt stop by Jack in the crizzack like i knew I wouldnt, so I'll let my stomach grumble cuz its sleepytime BEE-ATCHES.
I got 2 lazy to go back in the pool cuz im so damn full, so dry off and go inside and be a bum on the computer. decide to take a shower and i do, then be more of a bum. just trying to kill time before work.
so I go to work, its aiiight. whatever. this new guy quits...aww he was a super lazyass...jus when i was beginning to give him a chance too...oh well, we knew he wouldnt last.
so I get off at 10 and I knew that there was this debut party thingy...lauren chavez from clas of 0-trey. So i drive over derr, and like I knew would happen, I was outside for about an hour (till 11:40) until the afterparty finally began. it happens at every debut ive been too...hehe and thats why quincineras start early in the mArning for Mass, then chill for an hour or too, thento the hall, have the little memory presentations and whatnot, and then if ur at a good quincinera, theres entertainment like folklorico dancing and such, mariachis and the like...then the party begins and u grub and party for hours...i dunno, thats how debuts need to be...but eh, whatevers.
so in this case that hour wasnt so bad, actually it was coo, cuz Lindsay and Adam were there, and Will Robinson...crazy tall homeboy. Lots of peeps from 03..duh of course, oh yea and Jacinto. I call Rex, and hes sad but a lazyass at the same time cuz he doesnt wanna drive, but its cool, not much happened there but chit-chat. Then STAYVAN! and Joel and Germain arrive. Finally, Jeriel pops out and says wassupers, then C follows a little while after. Oh yea, before all this brewhaha, like when I got there actually...a motherhumping mothofocko that I never see pops up...the great philosophical Antolivas. Talk a little, then Christina comes out, and more talking. Pretty coo.
Any-teat, I love how I make not much of an event a great mouthful. I am the Charles Dickens of LiveJournals (details and such). So, finally at 1145, the deejay began spinnin, and I finally see Sean-dweezo...guess where? the dancefloor being the dancing machine that he is, and that I used to be. hehe. We intrude finally and Jeriel begins venting over a lil somethin something, so I attempt to cheer him up with a bit of vulgarity and tell Jeriel to join me in the classic ELECTRIC SLIDE....yeSssSsSzZZzZ. So we begin that, then Lindsay joins, then Joel, STAYVAN!, Germain...the whole gang, plus like a bunch of people who were minding their own beezwax dancing join in too. wow, titeness breeds even more titeness.
So me and Joel twerk like Sean Paul dancers and STAYVAN! gets in on the fun as well. Then the music stops, we sit down, talk shit and be funny, and get thrown out. Go back to C's/Lauren's house. Go inside, more chillin and tawlkin and beer! yesssSSsZZ, then watch people be funny little villains and go into the pool nexxx door, then errrbody goes home little by little. Happy Birf-dey Lauren Chavez, nice seeing people from 03 i havent seen in a while and will never see again, haha, and good luck to JACK-into as USNA. Represent brutha.
Now I'm here, and sunks didnt stop by Jack in the crizzack like i knew I wouldnt, so I'll let my stomach grumble cuz its sleepytime BEE-ATCHES.
Friday, June 27, 2003
adventure time, well not really
so yea, where do I begin?
i almost turned on my computer at around 3:30 last night, because I was tossing and tunring. now, how I was supposed to sleep? well yea, i finally got off the computer at around 12:30 or so, and took a shower and was in bed by around 1:30. So I listen to "Skills" and "Rite Where U Stand" by Gang Starr cuz I wanted to hear them again, so tite. Then i pop in Brian McKnight for the zillionth time--i go to sleep to it every night. Well, for the first time in like 3 months, I have stayed awake to hear it in its entirety. Love it! well not really, so tite cuz i even start moving/dancing in bed to the fast dope song that i totally forgot about, the self titled track with fabolous and paul cain. so, thats done and damn, I just lay in silence, and its weird, just like a clock--i kid you not--I got up every hour from 1 to 4. It was one of those majorly uncontrollably nostalgic nights...thinking of what coulda been, how life's gonna turn out, why things happen, and why things dont, why you did something in certain occassions, and why u didnt act upon a desire in others. Bonin ya maymays pussay, or eating a dead skunk. So yea, sunks, super tossin n turning, and i prolly knocked out around 430 or so. super sunks with work at 7, having to wake up at 6. so i musta knocked out for like an hour or so cuz i remember looking at the clock and it was like 530, and i lay in bed trying to get to sleep for another half hour and its impossible, so i crawl out around 605. Get ready for work, get my dad to drop me off on the way to his work, and start. super tite super dope day, just chillin, straight illin. haha. it was great, worked with Rex for the first time EVER and almost got fired...haha not really..but maybe him...haha ok nah.
So ya, go out to lunch with co-werker buddy Chris and we go to Taco-Nazo, first time ever for me...and what do we get? carne asada burritos! third time in a week for me! Can u say bea....? NO!, NO YOU CAN'T! ::shaking fist at u and yo maymay::
so, go back to work, super full, ready for major food coma, both me and Chris, and we see Rex jamming, so we chill for a few then get back to "work" which consisted of more ish talkin, laughing chillin, making fun of the outta-town girls that were working, and some sleeping. Great stuff. So yea, the best thing is they were about to give me and this ugly ass annoying bee-atch this assignment to do, and I'm like...uuh i gotta bounce, unless u want to pay me overtime...muahahahaha...so shes all oh ok then, so i go back to the stock room, chill for some more, accumulating overtime pay anyway. yay...so yea so tite cuz I played BEP and SOAD twice, and gang starr and brian mcknight ("what's that pussy shit? take it off"). so yea, pretty tite, i get off at 4.
so my moms and g-ma are waitin for me in the p-lot (haha) and the body shop had called today and said my little girl is ready for pickup. So we went to go pick her up, wow, she looks nice and glossy and weeeally pwetty. So tite I go fillerup cuz the gas tank is empty (you bastardz) and head home. Jump in the pool for 15 mins or so and then take a shower. Feel so relaxed..and the only prob with that is that when u relax, you feel your sore muscles even more...pretty crazy: i think cuz i was doing like leg exercises in the pool, i dunno, but didnt feel like this when i got home. Anywhoot now I'm here and majorly bored-slash-exhausted-slash-sleepy. Ti-wiggers.
i almost turned on my computer at around 3:30 last night, because I was tossing and tunring. now, how I was supposed to sleep? well yea, i finally got off the computer at around 12:30 or so, and took a shower and was in bed by around 1:30. So I listen to "Skills" and "Rite Where U Stand" by Gang Starr cuz I wanted to hear them again, so tite. Then i pop in Brian McKnight for the zillionth time--i go to sleep to it every night. Well, for the first time in like 3 months, I have stayed awake to hear it in its entirety. Love it! well not really, so tite cuz i even start moving/dancing in bed to the fast dope song that i totally forgot about, the self titled track with fabolous and paul cain. so, thats done and damn, I just lay in silence, and its weird, just like a clock--i kid you not--I got up every hour from 1 to 4. It was one of those majorly uncontrollably nostalgic nights...thinking of what coulda been, how life's gonna turn out, why things happen, and why things dont, why you did something in certain occassions, and why u didnt act upon a desire in others. Bonin ya maymays pussay, or eating a dead skunk. So yea, sunks, super tossin n turning, and i prolly knocked out around 430 or so. super sunks with work at 7, having to wake up at 6. so i musta knocked out for like an hour or so cuz i remember looking at the clock and it was like 530, and i lay in bed trying to get to sleep for another half hour and its impossible, so i crawl out around 605. Get ready for work, get my dad to drop me off on the way to his work, and start. super tite super dope day, just chillin, straight illin. haha. it was great, worked with Rex for the first time EVER and almost got fired...haha not really..but maybe him...haha ok nah.
So ya, go out to lunch with co-werker buddy Chris and we go to Taco-Nazo, first time ever for me...and what do we get? carne asada burritos! third time in a week for me! Can u say bea....? NO!, NO YOU CAN'T! ::shaking fist at u and yo maymay::
so, go back to work, super full, ready for major food coma, both me and Chris, and we see Rex jamming, so we chill for a few then get back to "work" which consisted of more ish talkin, laughing chillin, making fun of the outta-town girls that were working, and some sleeping. Great stuff. So yea, the best thing is they were about to give me and this ugly ass annoying bee-atch this assignment to do, and I'm like...uuh i gotta bounce, unless u want to pay me overtime...muahahahaha...so shes all oh ok then, so i go back to the stock room, chill for some more, accumulating overtime pay anyway. yay...so yea so tite cuz I played BEP and SOAD twice, and gang starr and brian mcknight ("what's that pussy shit? take it off"). so yea, pretty tite, i get off at 4.
so my moms and g-ma are waitin for me in the p-lot (haha) and the body shop had called today and said my little girl is ready for pickup. So we went to go pick her up, wow, she looks nice and glossy and weeeally pwetty. So tite I go fillerup cuz the gas tank is empty (you bastardz) and head home. Jump in the pool for 15 mins or so and then take a shower. Feel so relaxed..and the only prob with that is that when u relax, you feel your sore muscles even more...pretty crazy: i think cuz i was doing like leg exercises in the pool, i dunno, but didnt feel like this when i got home. Anywhoot now I'm here and majorly bored-slash-exhausted-slash-sleepy. Ti-wiggers.
Thursday, June 26, 2003
wow I'm sweeepeee
so I wake up today around 11:15 or so, start gettin ready n ish, and leave for work, which starts at noon. Pretty tite cuz it was once again super chill and I'm taking a way more chill approach at work. I've paid my dues and I don't feel like putting out soo much effort like I used to, since no one else really does anyway. Whatevers, it's cool, love day shifts also, cuz it's easier to chill. So yea, stay there til 5pm, when Rex comes and takes over Basics for me and I jam. Mah momz picks me up, I get a Boca burrito (wow twice in a week! yeSssSS) and go home. I eat, and I am so freakin tired so I knock out. So frsutrated cuz phone keeps ringing and super rude to whoever calls. Love it...wake up at around 10 pm, have some leftovers for late ass dinner, which of course--like I knew I would--I know regret cuz I have to go back to sleep soon. I'm freakin full, sunks. Ti-beeters menomamjiters. Work at 7am, stock shift...should be great.
beautiful sunny day
well today was a really great day, I'm glad I decided not to be a party pooper. the guys put out the invite to have a beach day and possible bonfire...and jeri, lindsay and stayvan! convinced me to go after all, so yea, tite. woke up like around 11, watched TV, my nephew and neice came over and surprised me...so great. Then STAYVAN! and Casey popped up at my door, so I let em in, worst/best host ever, they were watching TV in my livin room while I was helping my niece with a booboo and my nephew with his video game and such, and I still wasnt dressed. So got dressed, my mom came home, brought in-n-out, so delicious, then me, casey and the Doooo-gan took off for Lindsay's house, soon Jeriel and dub-C followed and then we took off for the beach. It was fun, really beautiful hot day, chillen talkin and watching errbody go in the cold ocean. Ti-weezers, no Donnell from Road Rules for me. haha, so yea sunks, Rex and Joel and Adam and Sean-fweezles dont come, so we have no woodies, so we jam at like 7 or something i guess. Jeriel's folding chair is laid to rest due to multiple bone fractures. Sunks.
We grub at Denny's, Kelly comes and we get grand slams all around. yESsSsSS 24 buck-a-roos for 7 people to eat! wow! rude ass old waitress biatch. Sunks, news of Sean-weebo and his accident. I'm sorry bro, hope everything it taken care of quickly. Cheer up and think of pets. haha, poor guy, I know how you feel. alright, so then we go back to Lindsay's, look at the various pics of the day, chillax and i begin falling asleep...so tite. We jam around 11 or so, and i get home quarter before midnight. Take a shower and now I'm here bobbing my head ready to crash. Alright so g'nite peeps, got work tomorrow.
We grub at Denny's, Kelly comes and we get grand slams all around. yESsSsSS 24 buck-a-roos for 7 people to eat! wow! rude ass old waitress biatch. Sunks, news of Sean-weebo and his accident. I'm sorry bro, hope everything it taken care of quickly. Cheer up and think of pets. haha, poor guy, I know how you feel. alright, so then we go back to Lindsay's, look at the various pics of the day, chillax and i begin falling asleep...so tite. We jam around 11 or so, and i get home quarter before midnight. Take a shower and now I'm here bobbing my head ready to crash. Alright so g'nite peeps, got work tomorrow.
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
plans foiled once again
yes, once again, looks like imma have some stress release tonite, and of course turns out no fun. So anycock, I'm getting to the point where I kinda dont wanna go at all anymore, cuz other friends suggest going....doesn't happen; i suggest it...doesnt happen, so whatever, fuck it
day full of nothing...till now
yea, so I'm awaken at 8:30 am by insurance co. lady, sunks, so i tell her to call my dad then i go back to sleep til noon. mom calls and asks if i want something to eat, so i say toite. heck yea, she comes home and i eat delicious Boca, havent had it in like 3 months or something. so I grub, watch Road Rules and Taildaters, super tite, then decide to celan my garage a bit, and Ronnie finally shows up. Pig gives me the money he owed me, pretty cool, then i play halo for 5 mins, and we watch an episode of Family Guy and some of the Biggie and 2pac dvd. then he decides to leave and we chill outside for a little while more. he jams, then i decide to go to post office and best buy..YesSsSsS i had forgotten it was the 24th already, so I busted out my Best Buy rewards coupon and went and bought the new GangStarr album and BEP's new "Elephunk". supertite...now i'm here and listening to it...thinking I may go check out the Barn before the petting ban goes into effect. Ti-lase.
Which John Cusack Are You?
Which John Cusack Are You?
Monday, June 23, 2003
not much to say
oh yea, one correction from yesterdays post..something I noticed from C's lj...yea, ryan o'neil a.k.a. ryan o'shamrock, a.k.a. the De-Mullitized Piper (which is the name he desired, plus a tweak by me), ORIGINALLY was named by us the night before when we were trying to think of names for people...well actually named by ME. haha i was just joking around though, but it stuck...basically just a play on the sound of his name and the syllables. his true slave name was .... Oat-MEEAL (you have to say it like you're saying his last name: O'Niel...you can't just pronounce it "oatmeal" you bastard guy..."and why....why did she do it?")
anywho, my day, well basically not much to say (hey that rhymed)
but um, woke up by Rex at 9am (he prolly thought i was pissed but actually, thanks), because first time he opens at work and didnt know how to get in the store, so i try to tell him half-asleep, so yea, finally he figures it out, but tite because now I'm awake and totally dont have to worry about waking up late for work (even though i got super worked up when i woke up to my phone ringing and seeing the clock say 9am, cuz i thought for a minute that I had work at 7). Anyshoot, get ready for work and jam to start at 10 am. have lunch with Rex, then more work, super chill day so tite, love stock shifts. So I get off at 7:30 (YESSS!!! whole half hour of overtime pay 1.5 times my normal wage) and it was tite cuz amazingly i wasnt tired at all like I thought I'd be after 9 hours. So yea, my dad is waiting for me in the parking lot, and we go home, super full cuz I ate a crapload of Korean food for lunch--it was soooooooo grub--but also so much damn gas, and super too-filling. So its cool, Jose is about to pick me up with Ronnie to go watch the Hulk. Ti-lase.
love turning "not much to say" into "so much, but hey" haha k bye
anywho, my day, well basically not much to say (hey that rhymed)
but um, woke up by Rex at 9am (he prolly thought i was pissed but actually, thanks), because first time he opens at work and didnt know how to get in the store, so i try to tell him half-asleep, so yea, finally he figures it out, but tite because now I'm awake and totally dont have to worry about waking up late for work (even though i got super worked up when i woke up to my phone ringing and seeing the clock say 9am, cuz i thought for a minute that I had work at 7). Anyshoot, get ready for work and jam to start at 10 am. have lunch with Rex, then more work, super chill day so tite, love stock shifts. So I get off at 7:30 (YESSS!!! whole half hour of overtime pay 1.5 times my normal wage) and it was tite cuz amazingly i wasnt tired at all like I thought I'd be after 9 hours. So yea, my dad is waiting for me in the parking lot, and we go home, super full cuz I ate a crapload of Korean food for lunch--it was soooooooo grub--but also so much damn gas, and super too-filling. So its cool, Jose is about to pick me up with Ronnie to go watch the Hulk. Ti-lase.
love turning "not much to say" into "so much, but hey" haha k bye
Sunday, June 22, 2003
Return from combat, immortal that is, from the field..ummmm...
Artic commando reporting for duty. I have several wounds, I am on crutches because my left knee cap was blown out, and sitting on a bubble because my right asscheek was capped. Oh yea, I am also dead due to being sprayed in the back with 6 shots and oh yea, bullet between the eyes. Anycock, today was pretty friggin dope.
I received the purple fart for a ripped seam once again, and I got five kills ...YeeeESsSsSss! 2 of those in the same battle with my companion Lt. Guarache. haha Herrrrmaaaeeen was the teammate of a century, super splinter cell teamwork if splinter cell involved teamwork. So yea, first paintball experience EVER.....FOR....E....VER! (the bandplot)
Freakin dope, when I got sprayed in the back by Rex I experienced one of his famous imitations of being lit up to a bloody pulp...you bastard guy....my dog needs operation. haha first game I gotta say, though I was the first man out from my team (got hit by cheating Ben's sister...haha super didn't know she was still in the game, I swear, damn she was a super vulnerable target, damn), however, like 80% of the opposing team was already dead. yeesEsSSss. Anycoont, I got my revenge on Ben's sister in the Trench warfare field, so tite, long range and i got her POI-fect! prolly like 100 yards away. so tite, hit her with at least one of four bullets. Then, as G.(wh)I.(te) (j)Ghost (face thrilla) and Sgt. Pagdilao made their way through the bloody trenches, they provided the perfect cover fire for me to snake-crawl up the mound and poise myself to off some enemies. So as I prepare to slay a victim in my line of fire, I get ready, and pull the trigger....what do I hit em with? a blast of CO2. FREAKING CRAP, no freakin ammo. I was so ready to kick ass, but sunks. So i had to pull myself out of the game prolly only like 5 minutes into it...that would happen to me at least 3 times.
Anyboot, (haha stupid Canadians: they say "a-boot"), it was a dope day all in all. At our return to Town later in the day, I got some bastard kid that joined in a game with us with 2 of his friends, and I was cussing him out sick cuz he wouldnt get out, so I resorted to just going after him again. With Lt. Guarache (haha tite how I just named Germain that right now as I began this entry) at my side, as we watched each others backs, and decided to go balls out and just go for it...most of our teammates lay in the battlefield lifeless. then I crawl over to a busted up beetle and creep inside, watching for my prey. then outta nowhere, I hear my name, it is the lively Sgt. Pagdilao, who I had no idea was still in it with us. He was watching with a turd's eye view, which helped us a "heap". Then Germain decided to go in for the kill. Bless his soul, he sacrificed himself in the line of duty, but this provided me with a location on the enemy. I advanced curageously through the blasted open buildings, with my back to the walls, watching my every step. (Urban warfare was definitely our specialty...funk that stupid guerrilla crap we did after. freakin Sniper O'Neil splinter-celling like a true puto at his best...haha) Finally I see a moving head and open fire, we have a short-lived fire fight, but as he tries to retreat I nail his bitchass in the back of the neck. yeeSSsSsSs. dopest mission ever.
anykahootz, the experience was dope and super up to do it again. Ti-whizers. here's a pic i stole from Indigo Enforcer of the warriors back from the epic battles:
yea, so quick shout-out to errbody there from left to right:
The De-Mullitized Piper (Ryan O'Shamrock), The Pig (Ronnie), Ryan P. (Captain Leader-man), The Turn-sta (Josh), Artic Commando (yup dats me, making this dopest picture ever), Indigo Enforcer (Jeriel), Dark Shadow (Rex, and yes, you're finally in a picture with us, haha), Camo-Chameleon (C), Ben's sister's husband (some jolly white dude), G.White Jost (Joel), Sgt. Pagdilao (Byron), Lt. Guarache (Germain), Bush Master (Sean-dweezo, who I couldnt figure out who the hell it was for a good 5 mins.), and Jeriel's cop neighbor Ben.
yeSsSssSs! alright betweezers my stomach is acting up again and my head too..sunks.
I received the purple fart for a ripped seam once again, and I got five kills ...YeeeESsSsSss! 2 of those in the same battle with my companion Lt. Guarache. haha Herrrrmaaaeeen was the teammate of a century, super splinter cell teamwork if splinter cell involved teamwork. So yea, first paintball experience EVER.....FOR....E....VER! (the bandplot)
Freakin dope, when I got sprayed in the back by Rex I experienced one of his famous imitations of being lit up to a bloody pulp...you bastard guy....my dog needs operation. haha first game I gotta say, though I was the first man out from my team (got hit by cheating Ben's sister...haha super didn't know she was still in the game, I swear, damn she was a super vulnerable target, damn), however, like 80% of the opposing team was already dead. yeesEsSSss. Anycoont, I got my revenge on Ben's sister in the Trench warfare field, so tite, long range and i got her POI-fect! prolly like 100 yards away. so tite, hit her with at least one of four bullets. Then, as G.(wh)I.(te) (j)Ghost (face thrilla) and Sgt. Pagdilao made their way through the bloody trenches, they provided the perfect cover fire for me to snake-crawl up the mound and poise myself to off some enemies. So as I prepare to slay a victim in my line of fire, I get ready, and pull the trigger....what do I hit em with? a blast of CO2. FREAKING CRAP, no freakin ammo. I was so ready to kick ass, but sunks. So i had to pull myself out of the game prolly only like 5 minutes into it...that would happen to me at least 3 times.
Anyboot, (haha stupid Canadians: they say "a-boot"), it was a dope day all in all. At our return to Town later in the day, I got some bastard kid that joined in a game with us with 2 of his friends, and I was cussing him out sick cuz he wouldnt get out, so I resorted to just going after him again. With Lt. Guarache (haha tite how I just named Germain that right now as I began this entry) at my side, as we watched each others backs, and decided to go balls out and just go for it...most of our teammates lay in the battlefield lifeless. then I crawl over to a busted up beetle and creep inside, watching for my prey. then outta nowhere, I hear my name, it is the lively Sgt. Pagdilao, who I had no idea was still in it with us. He was watching with a turd's eye view, which helped us a "heap". Then Germain decided to go in for the kill. Bless his soul, he sacrificed himself in the line of duty, but this provided me with a location on the enemy. I advanced curageously through the blasted open buildings, with my back to the walls, watching my every step. (Urban warfare was definitely our specialty...funk that stupid guerrilla crap we did after. freakin Sniper O'Neil splinter-celling like a true puto at his best...haha) Finally I see a moving head and open fire, we have a short-lived fire fight, but as he tries to retreat I nail his bitchass in the back of the neck. yeeSSsSsSs. dopest mission ever.
anykahootz, the experience was dope and super up to do it again. Ti-whizers. here's a pic i stole from Indigo Enforcer of the warriors back from the epic battles:
yea, so quick shout-out to errbody there from left to right:
The De-Mullitized Piper (Ryan O'Shamrock), The Pig (Ronnie), Ryan P. (Captain Leader-man), The Turn-sta (Josh), Artic Commando (yup dats me, making this dopest picture ever), Indigo Enforcer (Jeriel), Dark Shadow (Rex, and yes, you're finally in a picture with us, haha), Camo-Chameleon (C), Ben's sister's husband (some jolly white dude), G.White Jost (Joel), Sgt. Pagdilao (Byron), Lt. Guarache (Germain), Bush Master (Sean-dweezo, who I couldnt figure out who the hell it was for a good 5 mins.), and Jeriel's cop neighbor Ben.
yeSsSssSs! alright betweezers my stomach is acting up again and my head too..sunks.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
just got home, pretty full
sup errbody, well, not much happenin, just woke up at 9, took a shower, went to twerk. it was cool, pretty friggin chill working in the kids store. Beetweezers...let's see...oh yea forgot some details yesterday at work...
I walked in, it was tite cuz people wanted to rub my head, haha...then freakin beautiful adriana marino was at my work, but i was on my work phone so i just waved and said sup..sunks...haha, and then on my way to work, I saw wesley and some other big foo...throwing my phony pounds haha (gang starr). anywhoot, then Jeriel and dub-C came in and chatted with them for a while before I clocked in...then I clocked in...and continued chillen until I really had to start working, so yea that was cool homies stoppin by...
today i worked "with" Rex, meaning I'm in kids, and he's in teens...always happens when we're scheduled at the same time...freakin sunks. Chris Rice stopped by, that was coolio. haha, alright payce
so my sis picked me up from work at 415-ish, and we stopped by to grab the fam some in-n-out...love having my first meal of the day at 5 o clock. ti lase
funny how I meant this only to be a two line entry, and it became a novellete.
I walked in, it was tite cuz people wanted to rub my head, haha...then freakin beautiful adriana marino was at my work, but i was on my work phone so i just waved and said sup..sunks...haha, and then on my way to work, I saw wesley and some other big foo...throwing my phony pounds haha (gang starr). anywhoot, then Jeriel and dub-C came in and chatted with them for a while before I clocked in...then I clocked in...and continued chillen until I really had to start working, so yea that was cool homies stoppin by...
today i worked "with" Rex, meaning I'm in kids, and he's in teens...always happens when we're scheduled at the same time...freakin sunks. Chris Rice stopped by, that was coolio. haha, alright payce
so my sis picked me up from work at 415-ish, and we stopped by to grab the fam some in-n-out...love having my first meal of the day at 5 o clock. ti lase
funny how I meant this only to be a two line entry, and it became a novellete.
I'm all better
hello all modofockos, well hope all you snatches are having fun, cuz I shure are is will int be it quoof.
So I go back to sleep this morning after my unexplainable unwillingless to sleep any longer, this time snoozing till noon. Wake up, and encouraged only by the ugly gloomy dark sprinkly day, I remain a lazy bum, on the computer or watching TV, my tummy still hurting only a bit, and my neck and head are killin me. My mom offers to make me a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, and I say tite. She makes it, I eat it and ehh...my stomach is...blah. You know how to explain it??? here's how, I'm sure all you kiddos, having once been little kiddies before, can relate...
you remember when you were just a little wittle kid and had no worries except...will you be able to finish your jigsaw puzzle today, or will you beat the next Super Mario Bros. part 1 level, or will your doggy wanna be playful today, or will your Mommy and Daddy take you to Disneyland next month? haha i dunno, use your imagination and think back to being 5 years old. anywho, the point is...remember when like, let's say you were at Toys R Us, and you saw the newest Ninja Turtle action vehicle or the newest lego set, or in the case of a girl like I dunno, the newest cabbage pacth, glowworm, my little pony, strawberry shortcake..ahh whatever... well anyway, you saw it, they've been advertising it all day between cartoons, and you really wanted it? So you slyly go, "Hey mom, hey dad, look at this! Isn't this neat?" few seconds later (as your parents are trying to ignore your futile attempts to woo them into buying you an expensive ass toy) you say "wow, can't believe the things they think of these days!" (well i don't know about you, but I was quite the little intellectual...savant if you will...) and then finally, "Please Mom, PLease dad, i really really like it! I've been good! please..." so your parents say "No mijito, wait till your birthday/christmas." (Maybe you don't relate to that part because you were a spoiled rich little brat ...haha)
anyway, as I get closer to my point, I will say, that when your parents didnt get you what you wanted, or made you eat a delicious home cooked dinner instead of taking you to eat the junk from MickeyD's just so you could get the new Happy Meal toy....sometimes, when you were tired of being told "no" enough times you thought pouting would work...maybe....so you sulked in your room like a little brat, and then your mommy came to you later on in the evening saying "hey guess what I made" and you just cross your arms and act like you dont wanna talk, but you love her so you do and say "what?" like a little "chiciado" (spanish...not too sure on the translation into english). and she tells you she's made your favorite dish in the whole wide world...you try to pretend like you dont want it, but after maybe an hour or so, you're like ahh whats the use (plus you've already beat that next level on Mario Bros.), so you go and happily eat your favorite dish. You kinda pretend not to like it.
anyway, once again...here's the point, my stomach today has been like that 5 year old kid...i kinda feed it something to test it out. and its just like telling me "eh, whatever" deep down inside it knows it liked it, it knows cuz I hadn't fed it a good wholesome meal in a long while. But on the outside it was being a spoiled little a-hole going "hmm, i dunno, i didnt like that at all...maybe i should spit it out" and my headache commenced..
okay..WOW that was a lot of rambling...so ya, i was a bum till 5, my mom came home I took a shower and got ready for work, went to work, did my damn thing, and came home, my mom was like want me to heat up some spaghetti before I put it away? and I went YUP! haha...so yea, felt so good as I ate my spaghetti and cranberry juice watching thE BEST DAMN SPORTS SHOW EVER....freakin lives up to its name sick-like. then i watched a good ol episode of the Cosby's, that was tite...now I'm here, procrastinating my sleep, and I will no longer....Bee-tweezers.
oh yea, now that I'm better its tite...as I was watching the BEST DAMN SPORTS SHOW EVER...I was thinking wow..it's so tite, you appreciate health when you get it back...wow I feel better
So I go back to sleep this morning after my unexplainable unwillingless to sleep any longer, this time snoozing till noon. Wake up, and encouraged only by the ugly gloomy dark sprinkly day, I remain a lazy bum, on the computer or watching TV, my tummy still hurting only a bit, and my neck and head are killin me. My mom offers to make me a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, and I say tite. She makes it, I eat it and ehh...my stomach is...blah. You know how to explain it??? here's how, I'm sure all you kiddos, having once been little kiddies before, can relate...
you remember when you were just a little wittle kid and had no worries except...will you be able to finish your jigsaw puzzle today, or will you beat the next Super Mario Bros. part 1 level, or will your doggy wanna be playful today, or will your Mommy and Daddy take you to Disneyland next month? haha i dunno, use your imagination and think back to being 5 years old. anywho, the point is...remember when like, let's say you were at Toys R Us, and you saw the newest Ninja Turtle action vehicle or the newest lego set, or in the case of a girl like I dunno, the newest cabbage pacth, glowworm, my little pony, strawberry shortcake..ahh whatever... well anyway, you saw it, they've been advertising it all day between cartoons, and you really wanted it? So you slyly go, "Hey mom, hey dad, look at this! Isn't this neat?" few seconds later (as your parents are trying to ignore your futile attempts to woo them into buying you an expensive ass toy) you say "wow, can't believe the things they think of these days!" (well i don't know about you, but I was quite the little intellectual...savant if you will...) and then finally, "Please Mom, PLease dad, i really really like it! I've been good! please..." so your parents say "No mijito, wait till your birthday/christmas." (Maybe you don't relate to that part because you were a spoiled rich little brat ...haha)
anyway, as I get closer to my point, I will say, that when your parents didnt get you what you wanted, or made you eat a delicious home cooked dinner instead of taking you to eat the junk from MickeyD's just so you could get the new Happy Meal toy....sometimes, when you were tired of being told "no" enough times you thought pouting would work...maybe....so you sulked in your room like a little brat, and then your mommy came to you later on in the evening saying "hey guess what I made" and you just cross your arms and act like you dont wanna talk, but you love her so you do and say "what?" like a little "chiciado" (spanish...not too sure on the translation into english). and she tells you she's made your favorite dish in the whole wide world...you try to pretend like you dont want it, but after maybe an hour or so, you're like ahh whats the use (plus you've already beat that next level on Mario Bros.), so you go and happily eat your favorite dish. You kinda pretend not to like it.
anyway, once again...here's the point, my stomach today has been like that 5 year old kid...i kinda feed it something to test it out. and its just like telling me "eh, whatever" deep down inside it knows it liked it, it knows cuz I hadn't fed it a good wholesome meal in a long while. But on the outside it was being a spoiled little a-hole going "hmm, i dunno, i didnt like that at all...maybe i should spit it out" and my headache commenced..
okay..WOW that was a lot of rambling...so ya, i was a bum till 5, my mom came home I took a shower and got ready for work, went to work, did my damn thing, and came home, my mom was like want me to heat up some spaghetti before I put it away? and I went YUP! haha...so yea, felt so good as I ate my spaghetti and cranberry juice watching thE BEST DAMN SPORTS SHOW EVER....freakin lives up to its name sick-like. then i watched a good ol episode of the Cosby's, that was tite...now I'm here, procrastinating my sleep, and I will no longer....Bee-tweezers.
oh yea, now that I'm better its tite...as I was watching the BEST DAMN SPORTS SHOW EVER...I was thinking wow..it's so tite, you appreciate health when you get it back...wow I feel better
Friday, June 20, 2003
entry for 2 days, so much inactivity and stomach pain
wow, I can't sleep, I've been lying in bed since 4:30 am....which is crazy cuz normally I wouldn't even be asleep from the previous night yet, but I went to sleep around 9pm last nite.
Anywho, the night before last, there was shmarty at STAYVAN!'s, but I have work till 11 so sunks. Luckily I call Joel-shmeezo up and he's tite and says he'll pick me up from work when I get out and then we'll head over to STAYVAN!s. However, at work, we close, and then some men come to buff the floors of the store, so basically all we do from like 9 to 930 is unlock all the wheels on every cart in the store (prolly like 100 wheels) and move them all to one side of the store. Wow, seeing an empty floor made ma realize how big Anchor Blue really is. Anyweet, this prevents me and my co-worker buddy Chris to "recover" and clean stuff which is tite cuz we're super chillen like villains, cleaning what is visible, which isn't much, and then he keeps telling me hes ben wanting to jam n shiet. I'm like sunks if he asks our manager to jam and she lets him and I stay. But its tite, cuz there really isn't much we can do so I tell him to chill out and help me fix just a little more stuff. At around 10, the manager comes out and we're like, tite is it cool if we jam? hahaha funny ish, and she's like...hmmm...yea that's cool. This is a real mind job cuz this would normally never happen...haha just ask to leave early and be allowed to? So we jam at like 10:15, and Chris takes me to Joel's house so he doesn't have to come all the way to the mall...so I save Joel gas. Teehee...so I get to his house at like 10:30 and help him finish loading his DJ equip, turns out Sean-dweezo needs a ride so, so much for saving gas. Teehee... and so we go pick him up, and we didn't think he'd be able to fit in the van anyway, cuz it was packed. Turn's out he was able to squat in a nook...sunks, felt bad for him. It's otay Sean-dweezo, hopefully you were cool there.
So anywhoot, we go to STAYVAN!'s and I honestly had not eaten a damn thing all freakin day, STAYVAN! being the tite ass homie he is, he makes me a freakin delicious Roast Beef/ham sandwich! hell yea! so I grub on that drinkin a Heini, and chill. Lot's of people show up, pretty much most people from Tim's party. It was pretty coolio, and I wasn't really pounding much, I only had 2 beers and a smirnoff in fact. well, maybe 3 beers, but that's the most. NOTHING! then like I decide to make a concoction of 2 different juices and Bacardi silver. at the same time, sunks cuz I;'m still hungry and being buzzed, which is blocking my brain signals, I eat some cheese! haha think it mighta been spoiled. Then people are eating ice cream bars and I have one...then an hour later...another! dammit! well this is super dangerous, because I hadn't eaten anything all day, and now I had a wholesome sandwich followed by junk......accompanied by alcohol. really bad combo. PLUS...for the first time ever "the saying" affects me. It's a saying that Jeriel's cuz Jordan and his nasty chick friends once told us...."liquor b4 beer, you're in the clear; beer b4 liquor, you'll get sicker..." well, I have always been fine ignoring that statement, having drank a substantial amount of alkeehawl at many a party before, and never EVER, not even ONCE got a hang over or barfed. The exception...at Rex's b-day party almost a year ago, (BEST PARTY TO DATE), I did drink so much I ALMOST yakked....but I didn't allow it to happen, so it didn't. at STAYVAN!'s place however, I believe it was the beer b4 liquor thing, mixed with not having ate all day b4 the party, mixed with eating nothing but junk at his house...I yakked. Oh but maybe the biggest factor was I wanted to sleep so bad at around 2 am, so I crawl into one of the beds and knock out. I awake about 45 mins later, and STAYVAN! just happens to be passing by the room and I exclaim "I have to throw up!" I run to the bathroom and yakk a bit. SUPER SUNKS! BROKE THE TRADITION! so anywho, they bring me water and I lay there sitting on the floor head against the shower. I remember feeling an enormous stomach pain and weakness, so I can't gather the strength to stand up. According to my sources, I sat on the floor for about an hour, then Joel comes in and immediately I commence yakking my brains out. Lynette is nice enough/inebriated enough (haha) to come over and comfort me...how nice. Joel is laughing his F*&*in ass off. It's funny becase after the second yakking, I was able to hop to my feet all quickly. It's like my body knew it wasnt finished after the first time, but after waiting an hour, and a 2nd yakking, it said "OK YOU'RE DONE!" I change into the clothes I had brought to sleep in and knock out once again, this time around 4:30 or so. Surprsinly enough, I awake on my own around 9 am, and Joel is being woken up by STAYVAN! sunks, Joel got a ticket, and Jeriel had gotten one too.
Joel takes me home, the morning is gloomy as hell, and I get home, my mom isn't there. Turns out, my sister was having like stomach problems or something and had checked herself into the hospital, so my mom went to go take care of the kids with my g-ma. I go home, stomach hurting like hell once again and my dumbass, too lazy to make something, and afraid to eat cornflakes cuz of the milk, I eat freakin Fritos and cranberry juice. What a dork, haw? So, I knock out til 2pm, wake up and lie around the house being lazy as hell. Mom gets home at like 5, I tell her my stomach hurts and such...I've already taken like 3 tums, and soon after I freakin yakk up all the Fritos. wow. My head hurts like a mofo. I watch Discovery channel for like 3 hours. Learned a lot about Salmon, Polar bears, Caribou, Artic foxes, and the Impala. haha. Haven;t eaten any real food all day (just fritos) and I was scared to. My mom offers me some corn and rice since I shouldn't eat the meat or potatoes she made (mmm mmm, wish I hadn't been sick) and my stomach is like indifferent to it. In the long run, it makes it worse. So I continue to drink water the rest of the day, I try to drink a Sierra Mist cuz I don;t have 7 up, and sunks it's too sweet and I don't wanna drink it. I keep drinking water and at like 830, people start calling and calling and I'm trying to rest in bed so sunks. I knock out like at 9 after taking 2 more Tums and two Tylenol. I wake up around 2 am and take an immense leak which is good cuz I'm trying to clean my system of all the alcohol n such...which is retarded cuz once again I didn't drink all that much the previous night. Anywhoot, I refill my bottle of water for the 4th time, and go back to sleep. I awake at 430 am once again to the sound of Incubus' "Are you in?" on the radio which brings back memories of high school and puts me in a reminiscent mood. I lay in bed for like 2 hours and finally decide to get out of bed cuz I'm not gonna sleep anytime soon. I'm feeling a lot better, my stomach is a bit upset and my neck knda hurts and so does my head, but I think its cuz I haven't really eaten good food in the past two days and maybe still got something nasty in my stomach. super sunks. Oh well, here I am watching 112's Peaches and Cream video which has looped around 5 or 6 times since I began writing this entry. TOITE....all right well, I'll be back. Ti-lase.
Anywho, the night before last, there was shmarty at STAYVAN!'s, but I have work till 11 so sunks. Luckily I call Joel-shmeezo up and he's tite and says he'll pick me up from work when I get out and then we'll head over to STAYVAN!s. However, at work, we close, and then some men come to buff the floors of the store, so basically all we do from like 9 to 930 is unlock all the wheels on every cart in the store (prolly like 100 wheels) and move them all to one side of the store. Wow, seeing an empty floor made ma realize how big Anchor Blue really is. Anyweet, this prevents me and my co-worker buddy Chris to "recover" and clean stuff which is tite cuz we're super chillen like villains, cleaning what is visible, which isn't much, and then he keeps telling me hes ben wanting to jam n shiet. I'm like sunks if he asks our manager to jam and she lets him and I stay. But its tite, cuz there really isn't much we can do so I tell him to chill out and help me fix just a little more stuff. At around 10, the manager comes out and we're like, tite is it cool if we jam? hahaha funny ish, and she's like...hmmm...yea that's cool. This is a real mind job cuz this would normally never happen...haha just ask to leave early and be allowed to? So we jam at like 10:15, and Chris takes me to Joel's house so he doesn't have to come all the way to the mall...so I save Joel gas. Teehee...so I get to his house at like 10:30 and help him finish loading his DJ equip, turns out Sean-dweezo needs a ride so, so much for saving gas. Teehee... and so we go pick him up, and we didn't think he'd be able to fit in the van anyway, cuz it was packed. Turn's out he was able to squat in a nook...sunks, felt bad for him. It's otay Sean-dweezo, hopefully you were cool there.
So anywhoot, we go to STAYVAN!'s and I honestly had not eaten a damn thing all freakin day, STAYVAN! being the tite ass homie he is, he makes me a freakin delicious Roast Beef/ham sandwich! hell yea! so I grub on that drinkin a Heini, and chill. Lot's of people show up, pretty much most people from Tim's party. It was pretty coolio, and I wasn't really pounding much, I only had 2 beers and a smirnoff in fact. well, maybe 3 beers, but that's the most. NOTHING! then like I decide to make a concoction of 2 different juices and Bacardi silver. at the same time, sunks cuz I;'m still hungry and being buzzed, which is blocking my brain signals, I eat some cheese! haha think it mighta been spoiled. Then people are eating ice cream bars and I have one...then an hour later...another! dammit! well this is super dangerous, because I hadn't eaten anything all day, and now I had a wholesome sandwich followed by junk......accompanied by alcohol. really bad combo. PLUS...for the first time ever "the saying" affects me. It's a saying that Jeriel's cuz Jordan and his nasty chick friends once told us...."liquor b4 beer, you're in the clear; beer b4 liquor, you'll get sicker..." well, I have always been fine ignoring that statement, having drank a substantial amount of alkeehawl at many a party before, and never EVER, not even ONCE got a hang over or barfed. The exception...at Rex's b-day party almost a year ago, (BEST PARTY TO DATE), I did drink so much I ALMOST yakked....but I didn't allow it to happen, so it didn't. at STAYVAN!'s place however, I believe it was the beer b4 liquor thing, mixed with not having ate all day b4 the party, mixed with eating nothing but junk at his house...I yakked. Oh but maybe the biggest factor was I wanted to sleep so bad at around 2 am, so I crawl into one of the beds and knock out. I awake about 45 mins later, and STAYVAN! just happens to be passing by the room and I exclaim "I have to throw up!" I run to the bathroom and yakk a bit. SUPER SUNKS! BROKE THE TRADITION! so anywho, they bring me water and I lay there sitting on the floor head against the shower. I remember feeling an enormous stomach pain and weakness, so I can't gather the strength to stand up. According to my sources, I sat on the floor for about an hour, then Joel comes in and immediately I commence yakking my brains out. Lynette is nice enough/inebriated enough (haha) to come over and comfort me...how nice. Joel is laughing his F*&*in ass off. It's funny becase after the second yakking, I was able to hop to my feet all quickly. It's like my body knew it wasnt finished after the first time, but after waiting an hour, and a 2nd yakking, it said "OK YOU'RE DONE!" I change into the clothes I had brought to sleep in and knock out once again, this time around 4:30 or so. Surprsinly enough, I awake on my own around 9 am, and Joel is being woken up by STAYVAN! sunks, Joel got a ticket, and Jeriel had gotten one too.
Joel takes me home, the morning is gloomy as hell, and I get home, my mom isn't there. Turns out, my sister was having like stomach problems or something and had checked herself into the hospital, so my mom went to go take care of the kids with my g-ma. I go home, stomach hurting like hell once again and my dumbass, too lazy to make something, and afraid to eat cornflakes cuz of the milk, I eat freakin Fritos and cranberry juice. What a dork, haw? So, I knock out til 2pm, wake up and lie around the house being lazy as hell. Mom gets home at like 5, I tell her my stomach hurts and such...I've already taken like 3 tums, and soon after I freakin yakk up all the Fritos. wow. My head hurts like a mofo. I watch Discovery channel for like 3 hours. Learned a lot about Salmon, Polar bears, Caribou, Artic foxes, and the Impala. haha. Haven;t eaten any real food all day (just fritos) and I was scared to. My mom offers me some corn and rice since I shouldn't eat the meat or potatoes she made (mmm mmm, wish I hadn't been sick) and my stomach is like indifferent to it. In the long run, it makes it worse. So I continue to drink water the rest of the day, I try to drink a Sierra Mist cuz I don;t have 7 up, and sunks it's too sweet and I don't wanna drink it. I keep drinking water and at like 830, people start calling and calling and I'm trying to rest in bed so sunks. I knock out like at 9 after taking 2 more Tums and two Tylenol. I wake up around 2 am and take an immense leak which is good cuz I'm trying to clean my system of all the alcohol n such...which is retarded cuz once again I didn't drink all that much the previous night. Anywhoot, I refill my bottle of water for the 4th time, and go back to sleep. I awake at 430 am once again to the sound of Incubus' "Are you in?" on the radio which brings back memories of high school and puts me in a reminiscent mood. I lay in bed for like 2 hours and finally decide to get out of bed cuz I'm not gonna sleep anytime soon. I'm feeling a lot better, my stomach is a bit upset and my neck knda hurts and so does my head, but I think its cuz I haven't really eaten good food in the past two days and maybe still got something nasty in my stomach. super sunks. Oh well, here I am watching 112's Peaches and Cream video which has looped around 5 or 6 times since I began writing this entry. TOITE....all right well, I'll be back. Ti-lase.
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
the Aftermath
well wassup everyone, I just woke up about 2 hours ago..whoa. and like dang suks I have to be at work in 2 hours...nooooo!!!
so anywhoot, yea I'm feeling great, just a little soar like if I had worked out n shit. but recap of last night...there were so many damn people at Tim's house it was off the hook...great party Tim. I will not even attempt to name them all...I'm pretty sure Jeriel got it down...so visit his Xanga or go to C's LJ. Yea, so like it was soo great, fun times, ripping my shorts practically in half was great, I was holding them up by the end of the night...my shorts were saying "resistance is futile". It was tite though, saw so many friends I haven't kicked it with in like forever, wow so tite. Will tonite at STAYVAN!'s prove to be equally dope? we'll have to wait and see.
Yea so....Sean-dweezo chipped his tooth,I said the N word one too many times (sorry), I ripped my shorts, people got wasted, Myles looked asleep all the time, Claude sang dope with me and Rex, Angela got drunk off her ass and was flipping people off...especially Ogletree (that was so great), Dugan almost killed us going home, I cut my right hand in so many little places picking up a broken bottle (cuz some dumbshit fuckin left it on the steps where everyone was congregated [what dumbshits haw?]), and yea good times good times. here's a pic that isn't at Jeri's Xanga:
Yea, this is me and Joel on the doorsteps at Tim's with our Jungle Juice and Tek-eight (Tecate)
and a pic that was on Jeriel's thing, but its tite so I must put it here...
yea, its a bunch of us guys...what the hell are you doing to me STAYVAN!
all right peace.
oh yea, P.S. you know whoo's soooo freakin cool? Lindsay! yay! (haha there you go)
so anywhoot, yea I'm feeling great, just a little soar like if I had worked out n shit. but recap of last night...there were so many damn people at Tim's house it was off the hook...great party Tim. I will not even attempt to name them all...I'm pretty sure Jeriel got it down...so visit his Xanga or go to C's LJ. Yea, so like it was soo great, fun times, ripping my shorts practically in half was great, I was holding them up by the end of the night...my shorts were saying "resistance is futile". It was tite though, saw so many friends I haven't kicked it with in like forever, wow so tite. Will tonite at STAYVAN!'s prove to be equally dope? we'll have to wait and see.
Yea so....Sean-dweezo chipped his tooth,I said the N word one too many times (sorry), I ripped my shorts, people got wasted, Myles looked asleep all the time, Claude sang dope with me and Rex, Angela got drunk off her ass and was flipping people off...especially Ogletree (that was so great), Dugan almost killed us going home, I cut my right hand in so many little places picking up a broken bottle (cuz some dumbshit fuckin left it on the steps where everyone was congregated [what dumbshits haw?]), and yea good times good times. here's a pic that isn't at Jeri's Xanga:
and a pic that was on Jeriel's thing, but its tite so I must put it here...
all right peace.
oh yea, P.S. you know whoo's soooo freakin cool? Lindsay! yay! (haha there you go)
wow, I'm inebriated sick like.
wow, well people, I am buzzed off of my ass...fine I'm pretty damn drunk.. I tried playing Freecell right now...its impossible...lost 3 games. Anywhooot, I ended up being picked up by Dugan and the rest of the Trio, and he took me to Tim's house. Pretty freakin dope I must say. Thank goodness to stupidass Ogle-arbol who was trying to start shit with me all night (its all right I knew you were kidding), cuz he started a drinking game. Something about picking a color, looking at the card. If u guessed the color, u picked people to drink for the number of seconds indicated on the card. if wrong, u drank urself. Pretty cool, cuz the closer u got to the middle, u multiplied the number by an increment (wait is that the right word) and yea. Drunkness magically appeaered. Every freakin girl looked hot....whoa! hahaha, and yea, it was so cool, like all the old homies showed up, people I havent seen in days, weeks...shoot, months. Pretty dope. I needed spome stress relief. My car and all. Haha, excuses excuses.. wow I'm wasted. All right, maybe details tomorrow if I remembrrrrr.....payce.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
She's in the car hospital with some nasty bruises
coo, had a convo and thought I'd post it here instead of telling everyone individually (my fingers hurt ...oh there go the happy Gilmore flashbacks again...) so here:
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Chris: oh hell yea, my maxim came today
Lagaction: did you get your car?
Chris: wow charlies angels
Lagaction: ooh
Chris: yea
Lagaction: the stuff magazine is freakin niiice too
Chris: its kinda jacked up
Lagaction: I gotta get that
Lagaction: ooh what happened to it?
Chris: whos on stuff?
Lagaction: kelly hu
Chris: oh yea I saw dat
Lagaction: and the 25 hottest girls
Chris: dang
Chris: ummm...they tore off the right rear view mirror
Chris: lots of bumps n scrapes n stuff
Chris: they crashed into sumthing, you can tell from the front bumper
Chris: and they took everyfuckin thing in my trunk and inside the car
Lagaction: dang
Lagaction: soo the CD's were gone?
Chris: all CDs, my Tums, a shirt, some band shoes, a bunchof crap, I think I had a couple hats in there and some belts
Chris: yea all of them
Chris: they left some shit in my passenger seat pocket (on the back of the seat)
Lagaction: oh
Chris: it was like a fat clipboard container thingy
Chris: that said Pico diablos something sumthing...
Lagaction: dumb bitches
Chris: I didn't open it, but it looked like it had a lot of shit in there
Chris: like organized
Chris: had a folded blue bandana and like some shit, thought it was mine at first, but nah
Chris: fucking little gang banger bitches
Lagaction: dumb bitches
Chris: in my trunk they left a shirt and had a whole bunch of books
Lagaction: it was their shit?
Chris: im not sure if they go to college or what or "college" more like it
Chris: there were some dental assistant books n shit
Chris: and a Spanish book
Chris: and had their name and shit
Chris: it was a BITCH
Lagaction: hahaha
Chris: cecilia or some shit
Chris: fucking welfare babymaking bitch
Lagaction: was the last name there too?
Chris: yea
Lagaction: oh shit..you can get that bitch then for stealin your car
Chris: I found A receipt that they went to a super market and bought a whole shitload of groceries with food stamps
Chris: yea I could
Chris: I took all that shit to the police dept
Lagaction: good shit
Chris: but then theyre like..well, okay..do u wanna press charges?
Chris: and im like...aww fuck, wait a minute then I have to go to court and all that shit
Chris: and they know where I live
Chris: and they little coward gang banging bitches that take shit that's not theirs
Lagaction: oh yah
Chris: fuck that
Lagaction: soo are you keepin the car?
Chris: so shes all..yea take it its urs, burn em if u want
Chris: there were like a while bunch of rear view mirrors in packages in the trunk too
Chris: so I don't know if they were trying to replace the mirror themselves or what
Lagaction: what the fuck were they gonna do wit that shit
Chris: cuz they knew they couldn't take it in, being a GTA'd car and shit
Chris: I mean they fucking were acting like it was all their car and shit
Lagaction: yeeh
Chris: they fuckin took my calculator fucking bitches
Lagaction: damn
Chris: uneducated mutherfucking scum don't need that
Lagaction: your Ti?
Chris: I do
Chris: yea
Lagaction: damn
Chris: haha
Chris: so whatever
Chris: imma try to get at least a little revenge and sell those books
Chris: if not, ill burn em
Chris: yea so theres a bunch of cosmetic exterior shit in the car
Chris: I mean I looked at the fuel gauge and the mileage
Chris: little fuckheads didn't even go anywhere
Chris: its like they just did their gettaway to Pico
Chris: and just chilled
Lagaction: retards
Lagaction: fuck
Chris: and they found the car at a motel 6
Chris: better have took that shit inside and not boned in my fuckin car
Chris: dumb shits
Lagaction: well your car does have a big ass backseat
Chris: anyhow...
Lagaction: haha j/k
Chris: my cars at the body shop, insurance is gonna pay for everything hopefully
Chris: yea it does (backseat)
Chris: its perfect for that
Chris: but, fuck man that's nasty
Lagaction: damn soo no truck?
Chris: only I can bone there...I have to baptize it
Chris: not them
Lagaction: hahaha
Chris: bitches
Chris: nah man, no truck for now
Chris: maybe later, ill prolly sell it in the future
Lagaction: well that's kool man
Chris: like months, maybe years I dunno
Lagaction: at least you got your car back
Chris: yea man
Lagaction: and it's in decent shape
Chris: so I should get it back hopefully in like a week or so
Chris: cool imma put everything in my LJ k?
Lagaction: aiight
Chris: hahaha don't feel like typing it out for everybody
Lagaction: hehe aiight man
Lagaction: well again...congrats on getting your car back
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so anywho, no truck *tear*, but oh well, I guess im thinking bout that cuz of the way my car looks and I was already getting excited bout my truck...haha my....oh well, in the future...i'm holding to my promise...the first car I buy with my own money will be A TRUCK....for now I am satisified--no, content--with my silver baby. And now I get to decide when I'm getting that truck...doing it on my own terms, not cuz I have to cuz my car got GTAd, funk that.
anywho, long day, woke up early, went to the police dept., went to breakfast with my parents, went down to the impound in whittier, got my car, sunks, saw what they did to it, poor baby. So yea, then took it to the dealer, then to the body shop, got home, insurance peeps called to getb my formal statement...so yea I'm tired and its hotta than a mug...think I'll take a dip in da pool. Lates.
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Chris: oh hell yea, my maxim came today
Lagaction: did you get your car?
Chris: wow charlies angels
Lagaction: ooh
Chris: yea
Lagaction: the stuff magazine is freakin niiice too
Chris: its kinda jacked up
Lagaction: I gotta get that
Lagaction: ooh what happened to it?
Chris: whos on stuff?
Lagaction: kelly hu
Chris: oh yea I saw dat
Lagaction: and the 25 hottest girls
Chris: dang
Chris: ummm...they tore off the right rear view mirror
Chris: lots of bumps n scrapes n stuff
Chris: they crashed into sumthing, you can tell from the front bumper
Chris: and they took everyfuckin thing in my trunk and inside the car
Lagaction: dang
Lagaction: soo the CD's were gone?
Chris: all CDs, my Tums, a shirt, some band shoes, a bunchof crap, I think I had a couple hats in there and some belts
Chris: yea all of them
Chris: they left some shit in my passenger seat pocket (on the back of the seat)
Lagaction: oh
Chris: it was like a fat clipboard container thingy
Chris: that said Pico diablos something sumthing...
Lagaction: dumb bitches
Chris: I didn't open it, but it looked like it had a lot of shit in there
Chris: like organized
Chris: had a folded blue bandana and like some shit, thought it was mine at first, but nah
Chris: fucking little gang banger bitches
Lagaction: dumb bitches
Chris: in my trunk they left a shirt and had a whole bunch of books
Lagaction: it was their shit?
Chris: im not sure if they go to college or what or "college" more like it
Chris: there were some dental assistant books n shit
Chris: and a Spanish book
Chris: and had their name and shit
Chris: it was a BITCH
Lagaction: hahaha
Chris: cecilia or some shit
Chris: fucking welfare babymaking bitch
Lagaction: was the last name there too?
Chris: yea
Lagaction: oh shit..you can get that bitch then for stealin your car
Chris: I found A receipt that they went to a super market and bought a whole shitload of groceries with food stamps
Chris: yea I could
Chris: I took all that shit to the police dept
Lagaction: good shit
Chris: but then theyre like..well, okay..do u wanna press charges?
Chris: and im like...aww fuck, wait a minute then I have to go to court and all that shit
Chris: and they know where I live
Chris: and they little coward gang banging bitches that take shit that's not theirs
Lagaction: oh yah
Chris: fuck that
Lagaction: soo are you keepin the car?
Chris: so shes all..yea take it its urs, burn em if u want
Chris: there were like a while bunch of rear view mirrors in packages in the trunk too
Chris: so I don't know if they were trying to replace the mirror themselves or what
Lagaction: what the fuck were they gonna do wit that shit
Chris: cuz they knew they couldn't take it in, being a GTA'd car and shit
Chris: I mean they fucking were acting like it was all their car and shit
Lagaction: yeeh
Chris: they fuckin took my calculator fucking bitches
Lagaction: damn
Chris: uneducated mutherfucking scum don't need that
Lagaction: your Ti?
Chris: I do
Chris: yea
Lagaction: damn
Chris: haha
Chris: so whatever
Chris: imma try to get at least a little revenge and sell those books
Chris: if not, ill burn em
Chris: yea so theres a bunch of cosmetic exterior shit in the car
Chris: I mean I looked at the fuel gauge and the mileage
Chris: little fuckheads didn't even go anywhere
Chris: its like they just did their gettaway to Pico
Chris: and just chilled
Lagaction: retards
Lagaction: fuck
Chris: and they found the car at a motel 6
Chris: better have took that shit inside and not boned in my fuckin car
Chris: dumb shits
Lagaction: well your car does have a big ass backseat
Chris: anyhow...
Lagaction: haha j/k
Chris: my cars at the body shop, insurance is gonna pay for everything hopefully
Chris: yea it does (backseat)
Chris: its perfect for that
Chris: but, fuck man that's nasty
Lagaction: damn soo no truck?
Chris: only I can bone there...I have to baptize it
Chris: not them
Lagaction: hahaha
Chris: bitches
Chris: nah man, no truck for now
Chris: maybe later, ill prolly sell it in the future
Lagaction: well that's kool man
Chris: like months, maybe years I dunno
Lagaction: at least you got your car back
Chris: yea man
Lagaction: and it's in decent shape
Chris: so I should get it back hopefully in like a week or so
Chris: cool imma put everything in my LJ k?
Lagaction: aiight
Chris: hahaha don't feel like typing it out for everybody
Lagaction: hehe aiight man
Lagaction: well again...congrats on getting your car back
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so anywho, no truck *tear*, but oh well, I guess im thinking bout that cuz of the way my car looks and I was already getting excited bout my truck...haha my....oh well, in the future...i'm holding to my promise...the first car I buy with my own money will be A TRUCK....for now I am satisified--no, content--with my silver baby. And now I get to decide when I'm getting that truck...doing it on my own terms, not cuz I have to cuz my car got GTAd, funk that.
anywho, long day, woke up early, went to the police dept., went to breakfast with my parents, went down to the impound in whittier, got my car, sunks, saw what they did to it, poor baby. So yea, then took it to the dealer, then to the body shop, got home, insurance peeps called to getb my formal statement...so yea I'm tired and its hotta than a mug...think I'll take a dip in da pool. Lates.
Cool ending to a dope day.
wassup, errbody. Once again, another installment to Live Journal. Ya mama...well she's delicious. Just thought I'd say that. So now, time to bite off of Jeriel...
I had an adventure today (teehee). Well, I just posted a few hours ago bout the whole day, so here's the night (crawler) part.
Turner and Rex picked me up around 830, we chilled at Starbucks, and they got stuff, and I got a delicious large cup of ice water. yuummmm.... so anywhoot, we just talk and shit n just chill and yea, mostly its me and Rex talkin cuz Turner's on the phone a lot. Shanelle pops by after work and chills too. toite. And Pig calls like 10 million times. So, I tell him finally to come on over. 2 cents later, Mr. Starbucks guy says they're closing in 2 cents equalling 15 minutes. So I call Pig and tell him, but decide I should tell him to come anywho...so he does, and while we wait, we run into ...dun dun dun Eric Young (Analisa big bro a.k.a. Mr. Young'n) . So we talk to him for a few mins. catch up a bit, n tell him he better get his shit before they close, so he does, and we think that's the last of him...and we chill outside for like ever just talking and whatnot, and there comes Eric once again, we tell him to take a seat, and we chill for prolly like a good half hour, maybe more. More catching up, great stories, just chillen on the ill-note (the funk???). So yea, it was cool, reliving d-12 memories for Josh, we the football guys and Eric reliving One-Sac and Anteater memories, and just plain having a good-ol time. So yea, the Starbucks puto asks us to move (yet very kindly) like 3 times, cuz he has to hose the area down, but its all good. Eric jams, then we chill more, Shanelle decides to leave as well. It's tite, Ronnie puts in S&M, which i havent heard for like 2 yrs and we just plain rawk out. Sex needs to take a shmint, but sunks, the guys ignore him cuz they wanna c-walk. Pissing on Party City display windows is fun...you should try it. EVeryone coerces me to chill at my house....so funk...fiiiiine. We chill and watch best movie ever, Bronx tale, and Turner and Ronnie leave in the middle to go to 7-11 and get munchies, come back and pig out sick. Fat putos...haha jk. Me and Rex are content with little bit of chips I got at mah house. So we watch it, but then I forget its like 215, luckily my dad wakes up calls me and reminds me about the ticket thing. cuz in covina, you cant park cars between 2 and 4 am on the street, so yea. Then I'm reminded that i need to wake up eeeeaaaarrrlly tomorrow so I tell the guys, so they just jam instead of moving their cars to my drive way. THAI-weeters. Oh yea, the reason I have to wake up in the MARning...well,
my dad gives me a call around 12 midnight telling me the sherriff called....well pretty tite news. But all I can think about is that my car and seats could possibly be tainted due to fags boning. Because, yess...what you've all been waiting for...
My baybe, she was found at a motel 6 in whitter. Fag bastards, they better have not boned in my car. So yea, gotta pick it up at the inpound early tomorrow. TI-WHEETERS! alright nite nite.
I had an adventure today (teehee). Well, I just posted a few hours ago bout the whole day, so here's the night (crawler) part.
Turner and Rex picked me up around 830, we chilled at Starbucks, and they got stuff, and I got a delicious large cup of ice water. yuummmm.... so anywhoot, we just talk and shit n just chill and yea, mostly its me and Rex talkin cuz Turner's on the phone a lot. Shanelle pops by after work and chills too. toite. And Pig calls like 10 million times. So, I tell him finally to come on over. 2 cents later, Mr. Starbucks guy says they're closing in 2 cents equalling 15 minutes. So I call Pig and tell him, but decide I should tell him to come anywho...so he does, and while we wait, we run into ...dun dun dun Eric Young (Analisa big bro a.k.a. Mr. Young'n) . So we talk to him for a few mins. catch up a bit, n tell him he better get his shit before they close, so he does, and we think that's the last of him...and we chill outside for like ever just talking and whatnot, and there comes Eric once again, we tell him to take a seat, and we chill for prolly like a good half hour, maybe more. More catching up, great stories, just chillen on the ill-note (the funk???). So yea, it was cool, reliving d-12 memories for Josh, we the football guys and Eric reliving One-Sac and Anteater memories, and just plain having a good-ol time. So yea, the Starbucks puto asks us to move (yet very kindly) like 3 times, cuz he has to hose the area down, but its all good. Eric jams, then we chill more, Shanelle decides to leave as well. It's tite, Ronnie puts in S&M, which i havent heard for like 2 yrs and we just plain rawk out. Sex needs to take a shmint, but sunks, the guys ignore him cuz they wanna c-walk. Pissing on Party City display windows is fun...you should try it. EVeryone coerces me to chill at my house....so funk...fiiiiine. We chill and watch best movie ever, Bronx tale, and Turner and Ronnie leave in the middle to go to 7-11 and get munchies, come back and pig out sick. Fat putos...haha jk. Me and Rex are content with little bit of chips I got at mah house. So we watch it, but then I forget its like 215, luckily my dad wakes up calls me and reminds me about the ticket thing. cuz in covina, you cant park cars between 2 and 4 am on the street, so yea. Then I'm reminded that i need to wake up eeeeaaaarrrlly tomorrow so I tell the guys, so they just jam instead of moving their cars to my drive way. THAI-weeters. Oh yea, the reason I have to wake up in the MARning...well,
my dad gives me a call around 12 midnight telling me the sherriff called....well pretty tite news. But all I can think about is that my car and seats could possibly be tainted due to fags boning. Because, yess...what you've all been waiting for...
My baybe, she was found at a motel 6 in whitter. Fag bastards, they better have not boned in my car. So yea, gotta pick it up at the inpound early tomorrow. TI-WHEETERS! alright nite nite.
Monday, June 16, 2003
a new beginning...you'll see...
well, well....where do I begin?
so I wake up at 12 noon because the phone rings endlessly and I get pissed and answer it. It's for my parents and I'm like, speaking of them why didn't they pick up the phone and where the heck are they? So I get out of bed stumbling and angry that I have been "awoken" (haha) and go to the back, sure enough their washing cars and my mom says something corny like "Why there you are, why don't you have some fun and finish washing the cars?" So I actually take my cue from the sarcasm and do it and first time I do something with my parents since we moved. It was cool, I was still sleepy and pissed right up to about when I finished drying the cars with my dad. So my mom does some other stuff and I'm like COT-DAMN its hot (1pm) and I decide to jump in the pool. This time, I gave my parents the cue. They jump in with me, we swim swim and talk talk. Pretty crazy, the pool is nice cuz it brought me together with my parents like nothing has in a long time. High school and adolescence can do shit for your relationship with your parents...that sux. So anyway, we talk about my car and I tell my dad my ideas about how I planned to get a truck in the future as the first car I paid with my own money. Noting the situation we're in, I propose that that is what I wish to do now. So yea, I plan to use a portion of the settlement claim to get myself a nice truck that I've wanted under my OWN name...wow, and asked if he'd cosign with me, and I'd be the one paying for my own truck. He agreed that the idea was a good one. YAAAAY! This was quite therapeutic and I'm feeling a bit better about getting my car stolen. The bastards that did it...well f*(& you, you'll get yours. But now, I guess looking at the brighter side of things, I get to buy my own car and get some credit under my belt. Wow I feel like an adult. teehee.
so I swim some more while my mom and pops dry off and remember that for the past few weeks I've been wanting to get on my drums and beat the hell out of them and release all my frustration and err....teenage angst something or other. haha, so for the first time ever, I actually ask my parents to
so I wake up at 12 noon because the phone rings endlessly and I get pissed and answer it. It's for my parents and I'm like, speaking of them why didn't they pick up the phone and where the heck are they? So I get out of bed stumbling and angry that I have been "awoken" (haha) and go to the back, sure enough their washing cars and my mom says something corny like "Why there you are, why don't you have some fun and finish washing the cars?" So I actually take my cue from the sarcasm and do it and first time I do something with my parents since we moved. It was cool, I was still sleepy and pissed right up to about when I finished drying the cars with my dad. So my mom does some other stuff and I'm like COT-DAMN its hot (1pm) and I decide to jump in the pool. This time, I gave my parents the cue. They jump in with me, we swim swim and talk talk. Pretty crazy, the pool is nice cuz it brought me together with my parents like nothing has in a long time. High school and adolescence can do shit for your relationship with your parents...that sux. So anyway, we talk about my car and I tell my dad my ideas about how I planned to get a truck in the future as the first car I paid with my own money. Noting the situation we're in, I propose that that is what I wish to do now. So yea, I plan to use a portion of the settlement claim to get myself a nice truck that I've wanted under my OWN name...wow, and asked if he'd cosign with me, and I'd be the one paying for my own truck. He agreed that the idea was a good one. YAAAAY! This was quite therapeutic and I'm feeling a bit better about getting my car stolen. The bastards that did it...well f*(& you, you'll get yours. But now, I guess looking at the brighter side of things, I get to buy my own car and get some credit under my belt. Wow I feel like an adult. teehee.
so I swim some more while my mom and pops dry off and remember that for the past few weeks I've been wanting to get on my drums and beat the hell out of them and release all my frustration and err....teenage angst something or other. haha, so for the first time ever, I actually ask my parents to
Sunday, June 15, 2003
frustration, nobody wants to do a damn thing once again
fuck, another gay ass fucking night where I'm forced to be at home and bored as hell. Fuck this shit man
oh yea its crazy, i now have 2 pics of myself, haha basiclaly i just took those two pictures of me and friends earlier and cut my head out, so yea, later when i get a digicam, i can make titer ones, but for now, i'll settle
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oh yea its crazy, i now have 2 pics of myself, haha basiclaly i just took those two pictures of me and friends earlier and cut my head out, so yea, later when i get a digicam, i can make titer ones, but for now, i'll settle
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oh yea, crazy ish...this is tite
You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You display a perfect fusion of heroism and compassion.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
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Feelin just a taaaad bit better
well, I was watching my Incubus DVD right now, and some of their lyrics made me wanna come post.
I was in my normal Depressed mood as I've been since Friday morning, but I heard this and many of you have (I hope *shaking fists*). So here they are:
So don't let the world bring you down....Not EVERYONE here is that fucked up and cold. Remember why you came and while you're alive. Experience the warmth before you grow old...
yea, well that's it...it made me feel better. Payce.
oh yea, it's Sunday, I've been sleeping since I came home from Church at like 2 ..well till around 330, so that was a quik nap. Praise the Lord.
oh yea, to all you daddys out thuurr... HAPPY FAWDAH'S DAYY!!!
I was in my normal Depressed mood as I've been since Friday morning, but I heard this and many of you have (I hope *shaking fists*). So here they are:
yea, well that's it...it made me feel better. Payce.
oh yea, it's Sunday, I've been sleeping since I came home from Church at like 2 ..well till around 330, so that was a quik nap. Praise the Lord.
oh yea, to all you daddys out thuurr... HAPPY FAWDAH'S DAYY!!!
Boredom, Then Party, & Inebriatedness to boot
Well, guys, tonite was pretty crazy, even though its already tomorrow. It's Sunday morning, but Saturday night. I'm pretty damn buzzed still and my finger can barely type. Wow seven shawts of te-keel-ah, and plus like a whole cup of 3 parts A&W 1 part teq. It was dope, but that was already the ending of the night.
From the top, STAYVAN! is bored as hell, so i tell him, fine, just come over. My bro, sis i.l., and neph & neice were here swimmin in da pool, so we just chilled in my room., watchin DVDs and such. We jam and go to Stater Bros so I can buy my dad a card, and go to Joel's pad. It was coo chillen therr playin NBA2K3, then byron, jeriel, and Rex came. Rex likes scratching. Hyper fool. SO byron gets antsy cuz he wants to eat...teehee...and we go to Sean-dweezo's for the party. No party because the honoree wasnt there. So we chill, the Trio leaves and the rest of us chill and talk of many things, Byron being the statistician, Rex pimp-tawlkin, and me and C just chillen. Sean chilled sparingly, understandable because he was a host of many guests. Then Adam shows up and Germain "the paiza" makes a special surprise appearance. We chill, eat a bit, laugh and be dope bastards. Kinda boring, but still tite because its tite bein wit frens instead of possible boredom at home where I would just sulk and hit things and drive myself crazy thinking what if i had just taken the keys out like always.
So Shanelle shows up and Tim and Angela follow...So the Trio returns from their journey, and we are singin and chillin, and they're trippin out cuz we're proviiding entertainment. Sean does titew bodyrolls and everyone freakin talks about some dumb Matrix shit which drives me nuits cuz they keep talkin bout it and im like what the hell because I didnt watch stupid ass MTV MAs. STAYVAN! decides we should leave, so we go to Joel's chill, and the Trio with a special guest Harvey Hazardous do their thing while I pound and Rex chills.
Thats about it, STAYVAN! jams, we flow and the c-walk is revived after a Jordan-like retirement of 5 or 6 months (aside from one occasion at Santa Barbara).
Sunks because as we leave, I remember freakin STAYVAN jammed with my Father's Day card!!!!! dammit!
Oh well, hopefully I get it tomorrow. PAYCE, I'm soooooo freakin sleepy and hot.
From the top, STAYVAN! is bored as hell, so i tell him, fine, just come over. My bro, sis i.l., and neph & neice were here swimmin in da pool, so we just chilled in my room., watchin DVDs and such. We jam and go to Stater Bros so I can buy my dad a card, and go to Joel's pad. It was coo chillen therr playin NBA2K3, then byron, jeriel, and Rex came. Rex likes scratching. Hyper fool. SO byron gets antsy cuz he wants to eat...teehee...and we go to Sean-dweezo's for the party. No party because the honoree wasnt there. So we chill, the Trio leaves and the rest of us chill and talk of many things, Byron being the statistician, Rex pimp-tawlkin, and me and C just chillen. Sean chilled sparingly, understandable because he was a host of many guests. Then Adam shows up and Germain "the paiza" makes a special surprise appearance. We chill, eat a bit, laugh and be dope bastards. Kinda boring, but still tite because its tite bein wit frens instead of possible boredom at home where I would just sulk and hit things and drive myself crazy thinking what if i had just taken the keys out like always.
So Shanelle shows up and Tim and Angela follow...So the Trio returns from their journey, and we are singin and chillin, and they're trippin out cuz we're proviiding entertainment. Sean does titew bodyrolls and everyone freakin talks about some dumb Matrix shit which drives me nuits cuz they keep talkin bout it and im like what the hell because I didnt watch stupid ass MTV MAs. STAYVAN! decides we should leave, so we go to Joel's chill, and the Trio with a special guest Harvey Hazardous do their thing while I pound and Rex chills.
Thats about it, STAYVAN! jams, we flow and the c-walk is revived after a Jordan-like retirement of 5 or 6 months (aside from one occasion at Santa Barbara).
Sunks because as we leave, I remember freakin STAYVAN jammed with my Father's Day card!!!!! dammit!
Oh well, hopefully I get it tomorrow. PAYCE, I'm soooooo freakin sleepy and hot.
Saturday, June 14, 2003
Rude awakening after a Hooters nite
sup, I'm so bored and its tee-wheeters
once again, I wake up today, fully sleep in, waking up at 2 (wow its already 4 something and it feels like 11 am to me); any-jao, awaken yourself to what you wished was a dream. a really long nightmare. but no, first thing I did was look outside, my car wasn't there. Oh well, more waiting.
teebeeters, so on a somewhat new accord (awww crap I totally did not even mean to type that, wow that sux, I was using it as, you know, the noun...any who), changing the subject, last night was pretty tight.
it was about 8pm, and my parents had left an hour earlier to my sister's house to celebrate (it was her birthday yesterday, HAPPY B-DAY) and well, I was feeling way to shitty to go anywhere so I said I'd pass, and I stayed home. Big mistake cuz without anyone at home I felt even lonelier and the house seemed even darker and dead. Well luckily, the ol' laddy Ryan O'Neil hopped online and we started chattin and being the tite friend that he is, he says Imma take ur ass out to eat.
Man how perfect was that, I hadnt eaten all day cuz I had lost my appetite like sick like, and well at first I was gonna say neh, its okay...but only for a split second but then I said, fuck this shit, cuz I refuse to like be depressed forever. So i take a shower and he gets here, and we jam. Takes me to HOOTERS...wow, never been to one in my life. It was pretty dope. I'm glad I went now that I'm 18 rather than being any younger because I prolly woulda been like all timid. No change. haha jus kiddin, it was tite cuz like the girls that work there basically get paid to bring you food and drinks, dress skimpy, and chill with you. So yea, Ryan orders a 50 wing platter (COT-DAMN) and it was dope because other than 2 weeks earlier when I went to claim-jumpers wit Rick & Chris R. and David, I had never eaten a chicken's skin before. I always found it revolting and thought I would throw up if I ever tasted it.
It was pretty cool however. Tasted pretty grub and the atmosphere was tite. We gotta go just a whole shitload of guys one night, it would be dope causing a ruckus. Like, I even told Ryan about a convo I had with Joel (and I prolly told other people too) that when we get older, have pretty dope jobs, and like suits, we can chill at bars and clubs, suit n tie, bein GQ and pounding beer among other things (teehee). So yea, and he agreed on the titeness of such a sitch-ee-ay-shen.
So we grub, we're leaving hooters and I literally have 11 missed calls...8 solely from Sean-dweezo, another from STAYVAN, and 2 from the Pig. People kept calling bout umm, petting rhinos or some nonsense. I was pretty indifferent about it to begin with, as was Ryan, but its tite how frens wanna do sumthin, n get u all into it, and then plans fall through...AAAAALWAYS happens.
so me and o'neil have a freakin adventure on the way home cuz we both had WAAAAAAAAAAY too much to drink so, our bladders we're ready to explode and in my case, my stomach had been gurgling like never before (damn spicy hot wings, what did you do to me?) so yea, we're ALMOST all the way to C's house when neither one of us can take it and stop at the Utilities place on workman and take massive leaks. Wow it felt so delicious. It was great too cuz all the way from anaheim we wer bumpin the tunes and just laughing our asses off, which is SOO not a good thing when both ends are ready to just say "Screw you Chris, I'm ready to release...you'll be sorry."
So we get to C's house, meet up with the Trio, C, & Adam. Pretty coolio. Just chatted. Then Ryan took me home and he chilled at my house for like an hour (and oh yea sorry for bein a bad host if i was, not offering you stuff and such, but I guess I figured you were as stuffed as me), then he jammed to pick up his momz at 3am, then I cam online, tried to force myself to stay awake on 7 hrs sleep out of 72 hours. So i decide to crash at 4, wake up at 2 today, have some chorizo and papas, and here I am. My bro's gonna come over wit his fam n a little while, so beetweezers.
once again, I wake up today, fully sleep in, waking up at 2 (wow its already 4 something and it feels like 11 am to me); any-jao, awaken yourself to what you wished was a dream. a really long nightmare. but no, first thing I did was look outside, my car wasn't there. Oh well, more waiting.
teebeeters, so on a somewhat new accord (awww crap I totally did not even mean to type that, wow that sux, I was using it as, you know, the noun...any who), changing the subject, last night was pretty tight.
it was about 8pm, and my parents had left an hour earlier to my sister's house to celebrate (it was her birthday yesterday, HAPPY B-DAY) and well, I was feeling way to shitty to go anywhere so I said I'd pass, and I stayed home. Big mistake cuz without anyone at home I felt even lonelier and the house seemed even darker and dead. Well luckily, the ol' laddy Ryan O'Neil hopped online and we started chattin and being the tite friend that he is, he says Imma take ur ass out to eat.
Man how perfect was that, I hadnt eaten all day cuz I had lost my appetite like sick like, and well at first I was gonna say neh, its okay...but only for a split second but then I said, fuck this shit, cuz I refuse to like be depressed forever. So i take a shower and he gets here, and we jam. Takes me to HOOTERS...wow, never been to one in my life. It was pretty dope. I'm glad I went now that I'm 18 rather than being any younger because I prolly woulda been like all timid. No change. haha jus kiddin, it was tite cuz like the girls that work there basically get paid to bring you food and drinks, dress skimpy, and chill with you. So yea, Ryan orders a 50 wing platter (COT-DAMN) and it was dope because other than 2 weeks earlier when I went to claim-jumpers wit Rick & Chris R. and David, I had never eaten a chicken's skin before. I always found it revolting and thought I would throw up if I ever tasted it.
It was pretty cool however. Tasted pretty grub and the atmosphere was tite. We gotta go just a whole shitload of guys one night, it would be dope causing a ruckus. Like, I even told Ryan about a convo I had with Joel (and I prolly told other people too) that when we get older, have pretty dope jobs, and like suits, we can chill at bars and clubs, suit n tie, bein GQ and pounding beer among other things (teehee). So yea, and he agreed on the titeness of such a sitch-ee-ay-shen.
So we grub, we're leaving hooters and I literally have 11 missed calls...8 solely from Sean-dweezo, another from STAYVAN, and 2 from the Pig. People kept calling bout umm, petting rhinos or some nonsense. I was pretty indifferent about it to begin with, as was Ryan, but its tite how frens wanna do sumthin, n get u all into it, and then plans fall through...AAAAALWAYS happens.
so me and o'neil have a freakin adventure on the way home cuz we both had WAAAAAAAAAAY too much to drink so, our bladders we're ready to explode and in my case, my stomach had been gurgling like never before (damn spicy hot wings, what did you do to me?) so yea, we're ALMOST all the way to C's house when neither one of us can take it and stop at the Utilities place on workman and take massive leaks. Wow it felt so delicious. It was great too cuz all the way from anaheim we wer bumpin the tunes and just laughing our asses off, which is SOO not a good thing when both ends are ready to just say "Screw you Chris, I'm ready to release...you'll be sorry."
So we get to C's house, meet up with the Trio, C, & Adam. Pretty coolio. Just chatted. Then Ryan took me home and he chilled at my house for like an hour (and oh yea sorry for bein a bad host if i was, not offering you stuff and such, but I guess I figured you were as stuffed as me), then he jammed to pick up his momz at 3am, then I cam online, tried to force myself to stay awake on 7 hrs sleep out of 72 hours. So i decide to crash at 4, wake up at 2 today, have some chorizo and papas, and here I am. My bro's gonna come over wit his fam n a little while, so beetweezers.
Friday, June 13, 2003
tite pics
well, I'm still feeling really shitty, but I asked the homie Sean for some pics with me in em to put up on here... so here they are:
(left: Joel-weezy, middle: me, right: Germain the "paiza")
(you know had to write the info below the pics cuz u never know who looks at this shit...) haha its funny, cuz either we're tired in the first one, or possibly "jacked up" i dont remember, oh well, i think its the former, maybe next time there will be more inebriated pics...tilase
there were more pics, but those looked the best, thx Sean
tee-bweetles and beetweezers
(left: Joel-weezy, middle: me, right: Germain the "paiza")
(left: me being my loc' self gettin ready to grub, right: Joel, who has already began the grubbing)
(you know had to write the info below the pics cuz u never know who looks at this shit...) haha its funny, cuz either we're tired in the first one, or possibly "jacked up" i dont remember, oh well, i think its the former, maybe next time there will be more inebriated pics...tilase
there were more pics, but those looked the best, thx Sean
tee-bweetles and beetweezers
FUCKING "EXCELLENT" START TO MY SUMMER 2003
right about now, I'm chowing down and choking on my words spoken this week.
earlier this week---shit, hours ago---I was saying I would be the happiest mothofocko on earth at 9 am this morning. Goshdamn was I wrong.
i had one of the shittiest beginnings to the shittiest day, which was originally meant to be the titest.
So I stayed up last night after all, still havent slept since yesterday evening...so 430 am rolls around and i bust out my notes to study, i cant really so i decide I'm going to take a shower n head over to school super early so i'll get the best parking possible and be there relaxed so i can study.
so i get out of the shower, put on my new kicks, my new shirt, some jeans and realize that my van is blocking my car, my baybee, in the driveway. I go to my parents' room to get the keys to move the van, and well my mom says, oh let me get up, i'll move it for you. Being the thoughtful, yet not thinking, son that I am, I say "nah mom, its ok, just sleep, I'll do it."
So I do, I take the van out, put it in park directly in front of my house with the ignition on. Think for a sec, I should turn it off, but something was so special about today, that I decide I'm going to do everything very quickly, so I'll just hurry up n get my car.
So the vans on, and I turn up my car, pull it out the driveway, leave it parked right at the opposite side of the driveway as my van is on, directly in front of my neighbor's house. For some extremely odd reason, for the first time ever I decide "no im gonna leave right right now, no need to pull it back in the driveway after i pull in the van."
so i pull the van back in, and as i disembark, I see my dad in our indoor patio waiting for me so I don't have to go all the way inside to give the keys back. Being the blockhead that I am, I stubbornly say No its ok, and go all the way to my room, very quickly and make sure I had everything I need for my final and didnt leave my fone and wallet behind. Everythings cool, but as I head towards the patio/kitchen (to get my frappaccino so I can wake up), I hear a vrooom noise with the appropriate doppler effect and screeching tires. I think "no, it couldnt be. Yet I felt a darkness in the pit of my stomach, so i slowly go outside and the closer I get to where my car was, the slower I make my pace, I don;t wanna believe its gone. It can't be? How could it be? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK SHIT IN THE WORLD WOULD I EVER DO TO ANYONE FOR THIS TO FUCKING HAPPEN TO ME ON THIS DAY, MY SISTER'S BIRTHDAY, ON THIS DAY, MY LAST DAY OF FINALS, ON THIS DAY, WHEN I HAVE TO STUDY, ON THIS DAY, MY LAST DAY OF MY FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE...
I run up and down the street fueled only by adrenaline, fear, insanity, and a rapidly beating heart. what the hell just fucking happened? I run, almost hyperventilating, into the hosue, racing toward my parents room, turning on the light on my sleeping parents and yell, "oh my God, my car just got stolen! please, please, don't kill me....." "WHAT!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!" and the only words coming out my mouth in response is please, my car just got stolen, please dont kill me, oh my God"
then i turn and race toward the front door, phone in hand, panting, making the 911 call...i get the biggest headache of all time...and I have no idea what the hell is going on. I move to a new neighborhood, its supposed to be nice , not exactly upscale, but on that tip, and supposedly like surrounding my old, middle aged white people and some baby boomers. How the hell was my babee stolen?
U can guess what happens after that, the operator tries to calm me down, I'm cursing every word imaginable in the street, completely sobbing, police arrive in a matter of five minutes, I file a police report, and well yea. "Good luck man, it could be anywhere."
So, my parents, I love em, bless their hearts, are--to me, so unbelievably--calm about the situation and tell me not to worry and get to school and take my final.
Well, that is the hardest thing in the world cuz I can't concentrate on the test for more than 5 minutes at a time. Try it, see if you do any damn better. So I bomb it, try to talk to my prof about it. He said hes gonna look at it and hell get back to me on an extension to retake the test, cuz I told him Im sure I failed it and he knew about my situation, so he said he might actually just dismiss the test, but I dunno bout that cuz my grades werent so hot to begin with, at least not in that class.
So yea, before the test, call up several homies to tell em whats up n just to look alive n keep their eyes open..you never know, ya know?
Anywhoot, I wait for Joel to finish is final and he comes to where I am we chill for a few minutes, I tell my story and vent a bit. Try to relive my headache with some humor and such. hen he takes me to my van.
Thanks again for trying to get my to go to disneyland, but it just wouldnt be right. I wouldnt enjoy it, and my parents would prolly be like WTF? provided, i even had the slightest desire to go. But I don't, thanks again.
I come home, I still have a throbbing headache and I cant even enjoy my damn day. I sit here and think about it. I dont have to see a classroom again til late September. I try to let out a whoopee! but i just can't. It just doesnt feel right. Honestly, I just straight up feel fuckin violated and enraged and I feel like I cant trust anyone but myself. My knuckles have cuts all over them, its crazy, I was taking it out on the wall before the police got to my house.
So now I'm checkin out the bluebook value on my car, just in case it doesnt pop up you know? I guess right about now I'm everlastingly grateful i have full coverage insurance. I suggest you get some if you already dont. These God-forsaken scum of the earth, worthless sons of bitches can strike at any moment. Don't ever let your guard down, or you'll just get it straight up the ass.
I'm sorry, at this point in the day/week, I can't help but be bitter.
Well, hopefully everyone has fun at Dland. Meantime, Imma get some rest. Hopefully I can bum a ride off someone in the event that something goes down tonight. Good riddance you heartless bastards wherever you are. Thanks for kicking off my summer vacation with a bang. Assholes.
P.S. you know what I just noticed after I posted this? It's freakin Friday the damn 13th. what a day. It didn't even occur to me. By gosh. what a damned day. Damn it to hell.
earlier this week---shit, hours ago---I was saying I would be the happiest mothofocko on earth at 9 am this morning. Goshdamn was I wrong.
i had one of the shittiest beginnings to the shittiest day, which was originally meant to be the titest.
So I stayed up last night after all, still havent slept since yesterday evening...so 430 am rolls around and i bust out my notes to study, i cant really so i decide I'm going to take a shower n head over to school super early so i'll get the best parking possible and be there relaxed so i can study.
so i get out of the shower, put on my new kicks, my new shirt, some jeans and realize that my van is blocking my car, my baybee, in the driveway. I go to my parents' room to get the keys to move the van, and well my mom says, oh let me get up, i'll move it for you. Being the thoughtful, yet not thinking, son that I am, I say "nah mom, its ok, just sleep, I'll do it."
So I do, I take the van out, put it in park directly in front of my house with the ignition on. Think for a sec, I should turn it off, but something was so special about today, that I decide I'm going to do everything very quickly, so I'll just hurry up n get my car.
So the vans on, and I turn up my car, pull it out the driveway, leave it parked right at the opposite side of the driveway as my van is on, directly in front of my neighbor's house. For some extremely odd reason, for the first time ever I decide "no im gonna leave right right now, no need to pull it back in the driveway after i pull in the van."
so i pull the van back in, and as i disembark, I see my dad in our indoor patio waiting for me so I don't have to go all the way inside to give the keys back. Being the blockhead that I am, I stubbornly say No its ok, and go all the way to my room, very quickly and make sure I had everything I need for my final and didnt leave my fone and wallet behind. Everythings cool, but as I head towards the patio/kitchen (to get my frappaccino so I can wake up), I hear a vrooom noise with the appropriate doppler effect and screeching tires. I think "no, it couldnt be. Yet I felt a darkness in the pit of my stomach, so i slowly go outside and the closer I get to where my car was, the slower I make my pace, I don;t wanna believe its gone. It can't be? How could it be? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK SHIT IN THE WORLD WOULD I EVER DO TO ANYONE FOR THIS TO FUCKING HAPPEN TO ME ON THIS DAY, MY SISTER'S BIRTHDAY, ON THIS DAY, MY LAST DAY OF FINALS, ON THIS DAY, WHEN I HAVE TO STUDY, ON THIS DAY, MY LAST DAY OF MY FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE...
I run up and down the street fueled only by adrenaline, fear, insanity, and a rapidly beating heart. what the hell just fucking happened? I run, almost hyperventilating, into the hosue, racing toward my parents room, turning on the light on my sleeping parents and yell, "oh my God, my car just got stolen! please, please, don't kill me....." "WHAT!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!" and the only words coming out my mouth in response is please, my car just got stolen, please dont kill me, oh my God"
then i turn and race toward the front door, phone in hand, panting, making the 911 call...i get the biggest headache of all time...and I have no idea what the hell is going on. I move to a new neighborhood, its supposed to be nice , not exactly upscale, but on that tip, and supposedly like surrounding my old, middle aged white people and some baby boomers. How the hell was my babee stolen?
U can guess what happens after that, the operator tries to calm me down, I'm cursing every word imaginable in the street, completely sobbing, police arrive in a matter of five minutes, I file a police report, and well yea. "Good luck man, it could be anywhere."
So, my parents, I love em, bless their hearts, are--to me, so unbelievably--calm about the situation and tell me not to worry and get to school and take my final.
Well, that is the hardest thing in the world cuz I can't concentrate on the test for more than 5 minutes at a time. Try it, see if you do any damn better. So I bomb it, try to talk to my prof about it. He said hes gonna look at it and hell get back to me on an extension to retake the test, cuz I told him Im sure I failed it and he knew about my situation, so he said he might actually just dismiss the test, but I dunno bout that cuz my grades werent so hot to begin with, at least not in that class.
So yea, before the test, call up several homies to tell em whats up n just to look alive n keep their eyes open..you never know, ya know?
Anywhoot, I wait for Joel to finish is final and he comes to where I am we chill for a few minutes, I tell my story and vent a bit. Try to relive my headache with some humor and such. hen he takes me to my van.
Thanks again for trying to get my to go to disneyland, but it just wouldnt be right. I wouldnt enjoy it, and my parents would prolly be like WTF? provided, i even had the slightest desire to go. But I don't, thanks again.
I come home, I still have a throbbing headache and I cant even enjoy my damn day. I sit here and think about it. I dont have to see a classroom again til late September. I try to let out a whoopee! but i just can't. It just doesnt feel right. Honestly, I just straight up feel fuckin violated and enraged and I feel like I cant trust anyone but myself. My knuckles have cuts all over them, its crazy, I was taking it out on the wall before the police got to my house.
So now I'm checkin out the bluebook value on my car, just in case it doesnt pop up you know? I guess right about now I'm everlastingly grateful i have full coverage insurance. I suggest you get some if you already dont. These God-forsaken scum of the earth, worthless sons of bitches can strike at any moment. Don't ever let your guard down, or you'll just get it straight up the ass.
I'm sorry, at this point in the day/week, I can't help but be bitter.
Well, hopefully everyone has fun at Dland. Meantime, Imma get some rest. Hopefully I can bum a ride off someone in the event that something goes down tonight. Good riddance you heartless bastards wherever you are. Thanks for kicking off my summer vacation with a bang. Assholes.
P.S. you know what I just noticed after I posted this? It's freakin Friday the damn 13th. what a day. It didn't even occur to me. By gosh. what a damned day. Damn it to hell.
BLACK EYED PEAS
first! business is business! the NEW BLACK EYED PEAS VIDEO has been made and i dont know long its been out but I stumbled upon it cuz its the main song under "Rap" at Launch.yahoo.com. you can see it there, its dope. for all u justin fans, hes not in it, maybe scheduling conflicts, who knows, but the girl that sings in it is in the video. it's crazy, Will.I.Am is pretty dope, Jaime's freakin tite (representin at the fullest...teehee) (haha oh yea thats funny I call him Jaime like I know him and shit...well Taboo...there), and its crazy Apl. shaved his head, looks like a Somali...but hes dope too. Alright there ya go.
I will be the happiest MOTHOFOCKO on earth in less than 8 HOURS!
well yes, its early early Friday morning and I am about 5 hours away from leaving my house to take my "Introduction To Electrical Circuits" lecture final. Yes, I haven't paid one bit of attention to the notes I take in class for the whole quarter. So i must cram a whole quarter in one night, no wait...4 hours, which is great and tite! Anywhoot, I think i know what i wanna write about now...
well big up to the tite homie Sean-dweezo! Its been a week since he began his LJ, and well finally he was able to get a code for me. big up homie! but yea, I've been addicted to LJ for the past week and I didnt even have one. Well its cuz i kinda had one but it was on this profile service for AIM, so it wasnt really meant for blogging or whatever, so i transfered that stuff here and now this is my outlet for creativity, frustration, tension, outbursts, and all that good stuff. it feels so good to vent even though my fingers hurt.
(OH, YOU'RE FINGERS HURT? WELL, NOW YOU'RE BACK IS GONNA HURT, CUZ YOU JUST PULLED LANDSCAPING DUTIES...)
if you dont get that quote, well you're gay. You should get it...heres another hint....
(I can get you a warm glass of shut the hell up... Now you will go to sleep, or I will put you to sleep. You're in my world now, grandma.)
yea, well that SHOULD be a dead giveaway. If not, well, u shame me. Haha.
so yea, I should be studying, but I can't so betweezers mee-do-bun-shibblee. Cunt-a-looters anonnyminity.
So back from my tangent, I will be the happiest mothofocko in less than about 7 and a half hours because I will have finished my 7 am final by 9am at the latest. And i will won't see a classroom for 3 months. YAY!
so i guess Imma go to the frig now and get me a frappaccino cuz my eyes are gettin red. Gotta wake up n study. Wish me luck. Payce mothofockos.
MEET-SA BALL-ZA!! THE GHOUMBAS! (some jokes from SNL...u'd better know it! [shaking fists])
well big up to the tite homie Sean-dweezo! Its been a week since he began his LJ, and well finally he was able to get a code for me. big up homie! but yea, I've been addicted to LJ for the past week and I didnt even have one. Well its cuz i kinda had one but it was on this profile service for AIM, so it wasnt really meant for blogging or whatever, so i transfered that stuff here and now this is my outlet for creativity, frustration, tension, outbursts, and all that good stuff. it feels so good to vent even though my fingers hurt.
(OH, YOU'RE FINGERS HURT? WELL, NOW YOU'RE BACK IS GONNA HURT, CUZ YOU JUST PULLED LANDSCAPING DUTIES...)
if you dont get that quote, well you're gay. You should get it...heres another hint....
(I can get you a warm glass of shut the hell up... Now you will go to sleep, or I will put you to sleep. You're in my world now, grandma.)
yea, well that SHOULD be a dead giveaway. If not, well, u shame me. Haha.
so yea, I should be studying, but I can't so betweezers mee-do-bun-shibblee. Cunt-a-looters anonnyminity.
So back from my tangent, I will be the happiest mothofocko in less than about 7 and a half hours because I will have finished my 7 am final by 9am at the latest. And i will won't see a classroom for 3 months. YAY!
so i guess Imma go to the frig now and get me a frappaccino cuz my eyes are gettin red. Gotta wake up n study. Wish me luck. Payce mothofockos.
MEET-SA BALL-ZA!! THE GHOUMBAS! (some jokes from SNL...u'd better know it! [shaking fists])
Thursday, June 12, 2003
it has begun...ooooh the feeling
how could i resist the title?
wow, this is great people, you can already smell it? mm...what's that? oh yea, you smell the charisma, the energy, the pumping of my...err...heart. Yess, the titeness and evanescence (haha i dont know what that means, but apparently its some gay band, but the word sounds tite).
anywhoot, i feel it is beetweezers time, and now that I freaking have livejournal I can't think of a damn thing to write. Well I have a Mybuddyinfo.com thingy, and I kinda been using that as my journal for the past few months, so possibly ill upload that stuff here if its possible. Tee-loss.
wow, this is great people, you can already smell it? mm...what's that? oh yea, you smell the charisma, the energy, the pumping of my...err...heart. Yess, the titeness and evanescence (haha i dont know what that means, but apparently its some gay band, but the word sounds tite).
anywhoot, i feel it is beetweezers time, and now that I freaking have livejournal I can't think of a damn thing to write. Well I have a Mybuddyinfo.com thingy, and I kinda been using that as my journal for the past few months, so possibly ill upload that stuff here if its possible. Tee-loss.
Old Archives (*from my Mybuddyinfo.com profile*)
yea, well, for those of you interested, and yes I know thats everyone..., I had, and still have a Mybuddyinfo.com profile account that I use with AIM, and Ive been using it for my journaling purposes, but now that I have livejournal, I will paste them here, the past few months of entries teehee...i know you're yearning to read. Ti lase.
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June 11, 2003
2 down, 1 to go
The Chris Zambrano key to success (the critically acclaimed 23-step program):
1) have a full day of nothingness and boredom before the day of a final
2) get up watch TV, chit chat online, eat, chit chat more, TV, eat, watch TV, chit chat
3) inform colleagues that you must study now
4) wait til midnight, then watch the remainder of american beauty
5) come back online at 2 am day of final
6) reafirm to colleagues that you will commence studying "for real"
7) decide to play splinter cell til 3 am
8) return to computer, see who is online, chit chat, then open notes and stare blankly at them
9) download music and video clips and continue conversations til dawn
10) seriously look at notes and study for 10 minutes
11) lie on bed with no intentions to fall asleep, but with full sobconscious intentions to do otherwise
12) awake 10 minutes before your final is to begin, jump out of bed with full energy, surprise, denial, worry, and soiled pants due to the new day
13) do a time trial to see how truly quick you are in clothing yourself
14) run out the door half-asleep and drive on the freeway at triple digits
15) arrive at place of exam, find parking, pull out notes and begin studying 10 minutes after final has begun as you walk toward it
16) patiently take a leak
17) DO NOT BOTHER TO PURCHASE A SCANTRON AHEAD OF TIME OR EVEN NOW (I can't stress that enough)
18) surprise your professor with a howdy-doody and a chuckle and ask if he will slang you some scantron
19) watch as he chuckles back and says no deal, and loudly asks you colleagues if anyone has a scantron to raffle off
20) stand by as geeks try to compose the funniest cracks -- so funny that you may forget to laugh
21) begin final a half hour late, and fail it as best you can
22) hang head in shame, but be glad its over
23) celebrate with Mr. Noose
June 10, 2003
wow, the most boring day probably this year ...WOW I woke up, 12 noon, got up said bye to my mom, then sat down and watched TV for a few hours. Got some Lil Caesar's pizza, delish, and watched yetr more TV, listened to the radio...by now i have a headcahe..each more pizza, then go to my computer, chit chat but im so bored, play splinter cell, talk on the phone for a few minutes, then go back to my comp and here i am, fucking boringest day of my life, thank you very much.
June 9, 2003
tite well last night i sessioned with joel & sean-dweezo then chilled and jeriel and STAYVAN! came, they went to the hip-hop backlot, so whatevers, time to go home... so yea, i come home, come online, update and think about studying about pulling an all nighter. so i download stuff n just chill like always when im doing "homework", and in talkin to Sean-wheaties, I suddenly decide fuck it, imma go to sleep. Then by "going to sleep" I stay online, download videos, and get the urge to download the whole Mobster Movie Soundtrack, so I do. It's 5 am and what the hell am I doing...I'm not gonna stay up till 1130am to study, Im sleepin, so I sleep.
Hear my alarm and wake up with my Mom telling me to get up, its about 9 cuz I look at the clock. Decide to shrug and cover myself with sheets. sleep...My dad comes in and is like HELLO? DONT YOU HAVE SCHOOL! and i jump out of bed JOEL-STYLE, and am thinking OH SHIT (its 11 am, my final's at 1130, i didnt pay attention all last week and a half of math class, and I didnt study...[yet?]) so i run to the bathroom, take a whiz, get dressed, hop out the door (5 times, each time forgetting something) and finally drive off to school, get there, luckily its finals so parking is abundant, i park, get off with my math binder and a pencil, and open it up and begin "studying"...extremely difficult. Get to my building, go to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror (routine) make sure my hair is no more than 70% lop-sided and such, and then open my binder and decide to teach myself the most complicated Calculus Theory of the quarter. stay in the bathroom standing in front of a mirror studying, and around 1150 slowly begin making way to my classroom. Open the door, cause a dope disturbance, get my test, and fail it.
YAAAS KIDDDIIIING...., i must say that I did pretty dope. Once again I am a math whiz. Hopefully I get at least a B+ for the quarter but im crossing my fingers for that A in the sky... i mean I have to have been the top student in the class. Like there were too many signs for me not to be. Anywhoot, time fo ya maymays pussay, cuz I got out of my final kinda early, dashed to my car and decide to go to Dugans house after all. So i do, chill and luckily Germain is there... havent seen that foolio in a while. Loads of laughter with the Trio who are enjoying the Hip Hop Glendora with some special guests, and Sean-dweezo. It was cool cuz I got to chill and experience some day-time "summer activity"
so yea i go home cuz i have to go to work at 5...or do i?? So i go home, chill, then leave for work, get there at around 5, turns out I DONT HAVE TO WORK TIL 7 DAMMIT! so yea, i dont wanna go all the way home, and I remember that this week in honor of ST ANGER'S release, 4 older Metallica albums were re-released and on sale at best buy..so i go. Seeing as how I have only S&M because in the days of yore when I was a wee elemntary child I would borrow my brothers metallica albums behind his back, I went to get all that were on sale. So in my possession now are Ride the Lightning, ...And Justice For All, and the glorious self-titled black album. So yea, thern go to Antolivas' pad, whom I havent seen in 53 years. Get my old CDs back finally, and we decide to go wake up C and chill for about an hour. Have a chat and its all gravy, so then I must go to work cuz its already 630....luckily I left so early because the damn train was stuck on Valley, so I had to go all the way around. Made it to work JUST IN THE KNICKERBOCKERS of time...about 2 minutes to spare when i clocked in. Worked, so fun, got off and dropped off this new hot chick from work, and after that sunks nothing to do cuz the Trio is once again in the backlot with MJ and Sean-dweezo is going home. Call up Pig but hes gay and tired. So i decide to finally go home...and on the way there, fracture my neck in 32 new places due to OF WOLF AND MAN, and WHEREVER I MAY ROAM. PAYCE.
June 8, 2003
well praise the Lord first of all, it is Sunday...secondly, it never fails, saw new old people at Church again today. First this guy that went to Amat, dont know his name hes a grade below us, some chunky white dude I think his name was Fletcher or sumthing, from the v-ball team...anywhoot, and I saw my yummy co-worker homie Dana...haha, and so yea, it was cool again even though I didnt meet up with them fools this week o well
came home, bored, so called up Joel-weezy to see wassup, decided to go session cuz if i stayed home I wouldnt end up studying for my final til about 2 or 3 am anyway, so yea, that was fun
now I'm home, it's actually the 9th but ahh its still the 8th to me...alright maybe i'll get to studying now...maybe...
wish me luck, I gotsta get an A in math...PAYCE
June 5, 2003
hell yes everyone, I have what is the titest thing on earth i my possession. This morning at 9 o clock, i was outside bestbuy..alone..haha bastards, they didnt open till 10 and i didnt know, so I went to barnes n noble to read up on "current events." Pulled out the new issue of rolling stone..which I've never read an issue of..and so yea, read it, had some really good articles..an hour passed and i wanted to continue but...it was almost 10, so I got up and hurried over, and of course, the bastards dont open til like 10 am SHARP. meanwhile, i was talking with a couple guys I dont even know..funny how something as simple as ...wait blasphemy... something as DOPE as getting the first full length studio album from the lords of Metallica in 6 years, can spark up a conversation. So yea, they open the gates and its funny..i guess they have a tradition or sumthing cuz they open the gate, then i didnt know what was going on, but apparently they were getting their employees "ready"...and then they unlock the doors, and the staff stands in 2 lines at the entrance with the new ad in their hands handing them out to us. it was so funny....it was like straight out of a commercial or sutmhing. But anywhoot, I got my St. Anger, got the hell outta there, and proceeded to break my neck on the way to the mechanic this morning, then to school, then back home. So I am in a neck brace as we "speak." Just kidding, but maybe i should...or it did, perhaps? Maybe it hasnt begun?! Snoofle Mcgee. Alright PAYCE.
June 4, 2003 (Part 2)
had this convo with Sean-dweezo, wow, brought back memories...
Kharismatix815:
--forget it..nobody i know...its crazy though man
--i got the last day of school sentiments all over again right now, i wanna cry...heheh
--did u read this persons thing? talking bout the ASB officer countdown n the paper toss
--dude i rememeber it so vividly
CalboyBebop:
--hahaha i think i did
--sorry i keep taking forever dude
--but yea...i tried to tell my homie, whos lj u read, to cherish every moment of senior year
--she din take me serious till too late
Kharismatix815:
--yep, thats how it goes
--for real though man, wow....wish i could live it all over again
--man i loved high school like nothing else
CalboyBebop: i did too man
Kharismatix815: no matter how tite of a college experience is ahead...if at all...it could never take its place or even come close...in my opinion
CalboyBebop:
--yea, lots of people say hs was the best years of their lives. partly cuz ur old enuff to know about the world, but young enuff to not need to be adult
--dang. tite quote
Kharismatix815:
--hahaha
--yup
CalboyBebop: i should remember that
Kharismatix815: damn imma right about this in my thing
CalboyBebop: tilase
Kharismatix815: haha imma just copy n paste this convo...
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and there you go...some thoughts:
wow, for real though, aside from regrets and things I wouldve changed about myself and my actions and lack thereof in my high school years....i wish I could have it again....and again....and again...screw growing up, I wanna be a teenager forever...damn life...
with each new day, i look back and see childhood i the distance, farther away...
June 4, 2003 (Part 1)
wassup peeps, HELL FREAKIN YES! ONE DAY OF SCHOOL LEFT plus my three finals NEST week...i can feel summer already....except it funking sunks so much being a sick puppy. I freakin have sick sniffles and my eyes are burning and my cough is horrible, so sunks
but oh hell yea, nothing will stop me from being at BEST BUY bright n early tomorrow to get ST. ANGER...oh yes bitches and bitch-ettes....a new hardcore installment of Metallicainment is among us...i actually called Tower today and the bastards are already selling it, and i'd go if i wasnt so sick and it was 5 dollars more expensive...(haha I'm a college student, what do u expect?), anywho, Imma be headbangin like a mofo tomorrow.
PAAAAYCE
June 2, 2003
sux had a badass dream, it was so horrible...isn;t it freakin scary how real things in real life, correspond to things happening instantaneously in your dreams? I think its freaky as hell and makes me wonder about how that is freakin possible...like it all made sense too, like in the dream i was opening my cell phone to call someone, and then it rang in my dream, when i wake up seconds later I had a couple missed calls on my cell phone which was lying next to my head...tears in my dream...slobber in my real life face...freakin sux, dont ask me what the dream is about...I already told someone about it and I just wanna forget about it now...alright peace
June 1, 2003
IT'S JUNE YAY-I-YAY-EE!! Forget the 21st of June, summertime is just about in full effect...
dang guys, my new Church is pretty tite, Fr. Chris is dope and every week I see yet another person I know..let's see so far...Rick M., David V., Chris Rice, Karen K., Dannielle H., and this week was pretty tite, Justin Phillip and Cathy Lima....what a small world, all this time didnt know all these people went to St. Louise
but one of THE titest parts of Life Teen Mass over here...wow the girls, freakin amazing, it's hard being focused...white girls....wow...gotta love em
but anywho, got one more week of school, plus finals week, and that means I got 2 more homework assignments to do and thats it!! Can't wait to join in on all the summer madness u lucky mofos!
May 27, 2003
well, i had a day off from work today :), pretty cool cuz I got ta chill for like half the day wit homies that are back home....Sean-fweepies, Lindsay, Myles, n Erika G....pretty tite havent seen them in a minute, but yea and then a couple of the usual peeps, Rex n Jeri n C, so yea it was fun having an "excursion" n stuff, except it was tooooo damn hot to be wearing a polo today....but ah well....back to homework :-(
May 19, 2003
MY GOSH! FINALLY! I had forgotten my password and the damn website's password recovery wasnt working for ...well..about a month...
anywho, lets see, where do I begin...
i left off talking about DSL...and yea, thats all good now, i got a brand new computer like a few days after that last post..and well it's BOMB-DIGGITY! I frickin love it, the best damn computer money can buy...well at least my money can buy. TV tuner, cd-rws, titeness and all the dope crap...
>:o so im still in frickin school! >:o .....and yea its gay, but I'm doing a hell of a lot better this quarter, aced my math midterm WHOHOO!, and yea its tite but now im behind once again and gotta catch up
3 MORE WEEKS and counting! sheesh!
oh yea, this past weekend went up to santa barbara wit da homies..STAYVAN! Jose, Joel, Jeriel! yea, that was pretty cool, released some stress had some fun, wow there were lots of bomb chicks roaming the streets up there...pretty cool
got some new kicks today..and its been awhile..., the T-Mac II's finally went o sale, but only at one place..and i just happened to walk in...to Footaction...yea it was 40% off the original price...pretty dope, so imma be rockin those soon wit mah magic jersey...haha
anywho, I should be doing my Electrical Circuitry Analysis Lab, so I guess I'll get back to it...God's speed, be back soon
April 17, 2003
well i hooked up my DSL yesterday but seems i had to wait till today for my Service Ready Date or whataver. this shits whack, i think its cuz my computer's old, so like yea, its been jacking up, couldnt get it to work til bout 4 pm today, for like an hour and a half, i was so happy, but then it disconnected...then like around 8 i got it again for about 45 mins., then at 11, i got it again for like a half hour. Frerakin sux, each time i have to do all this crap, disable programs, just so i can use the damn thing, and i think its gettin cut off because the verizon program senses that im bypassing all of its programs (which freeze my somewhat aged computer) so it gets me back by cutting me off and my computer doesnt detect the modem again until a few hours and a couple restarts later. I am pulling my hair out and i hate my computer right now, other than the fact that it suddenly regained the capability to burn CDs once i put XP back in...but enough rambling, g'nite.
April 6, 2003
damn i guess this has become kinda like a journal entry thing or sumthin..go fig...but yea damn last nite was off the hook, the homie adam was hookin it up wit a wild party and i was dead tired as hell, i fell asleep on my carpet for like 5 minutes, but then i made myself get up n get ready for the party. i got there and seems it had been broken up b4 it got a chance to start...but all this stuff happened and ended up comin back to the orig. location...and it went from being a wildass party to a kickback...which was tite with me cuz it was a pretty bangiin "kickback". haha for multiple reasons i got into it and along with a circle of people who became "regulars" after a while, beatboxed for like an hour and flowed for another 5, it was great. it was cool seein a whole bunch of people from h.s. again, it reminded me of a good old post-game "AMA-PARRDEE"
April 5, 2003
damn man, finally it's about 6pm and we're done moving everything...my BP house is officially owned by some other coo young chino peeps and now we officially own this house in covina. pretty dope, hopefully it gets hot soon so we can make use of our tite pool. But anyway I'm so freakin tired..first week of school and damn its pretty crazy to be back, having failed a class and gotten a d in another, and having to make up those units its a bunch of BS especially when my math prof was a big dick and cant teach, buts cool, back to straight As for me...hopefully..maybe a B is coo...haha wishul thinking...not sure what I'm gonna do, theres a party tonite and sux, I had to miss Jeriel's Barkada thing, but damn im tired...then again..it might be banging...we'll see.
April 1, 2003 (March 31 but like 12:30 am, so April 1)
Dang, after an entire greuling? weekend of constant moving from house to house, box after box, couch after couch, tv after monitor after shoeboxwithcrapinside after clothes after kitchencrap after moreshiet....i am frickin decomposing. I mean i strained this retarded ass muscle on my arm, i forgot what its calle, but if and arm was a leg i'd say it was my hammie. Anywho, it's all good though, crap is in, my back is completely broken, i need serious therapy, and yo mama needs some bath and body works. Basically, I'm tired as hell.
March 27, 2003
Wassup, well right now not much is going on except.... SPRING BREAK!!! i guess it's pretty whack, cuz I'm not doing much and I just HAPPEN to be moving next week, so I have to pack, which I haven't done much of yet, so yea I need to get to it. School's cool, so stay in it, and thats "FO SHO". Great how I go off on a tangent...but anywho, yea spring break is cool because well, just the fact that NO FRIGGIN' SCHOOL! so yea, I'm still working though, so that sux and if u feel like stalking me, feel free cuz I get bored there. Anyway, I am no longer bored and due to this, I will cease my typing. Stay up...PAYCE.
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ok, thats everything frommy Mybuddyinfo.com thingy...PAYCE
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June 11, 2003
2 down, 1 to go
The Chris Zambrano key to success (the critically acclaimed 23-step program):
1) have a full day of nothingness and boredom before the day of a final
2) get up watch TV, chit chat online, eat, chit chat more, TV, eat, watch TV, chit chat
3) inform colleagues that you must study now
4) wait til midnight, then watch the remainder of american beauty
5) come back online at 2 am day of final
6) reafirm to colleagues that you will commence studying "for real"
7) decide to play splinter cell til 3 am
8) return to computer, see who is online, chit chat, then open notes and stare blankly at them
9) download music and video clips and continue conversations til dawn
10) seriously look at notes and study for 10 minutes
11) lie on bed with no intentions to fall asleep, but with full sobconscious intentions to do otherwise
12) awake 10 minutes before your final is to begin, jump out of bed with full energy, surprise, denial, worry, and soiled pants due to the new day
13) do a time trial to see how truly quick you are in clothing yourself
14) run out the door half-asleep and drive on the freeway at triple digits
15) arrive at place of exam, find parking, pull out notes and begin studying 10 minutes after final has begun as you walk toward it
16) patiently take a leak
17) DO NOT BOTHER TO PURCHASE A SCANTRON AHEAD OF TIME OR EVEN NOW (I can't stress that enough)
18) surprise your professor with a howdy-doody and a chuckle and ask if he will slang you some scantron
19) watch as he chuckles back and says no deal, and loudly asks you colleagues if anyone has a scantron to raffle off
20) stand by as geeks try to compose the funniest cracks -- so funny that you may forget to laugh
21) begin final a half hour late, and fail it as best you can
22) hang head in shame, but be glad its over
23) celebrate with Mr. Noose
June 10, 2003
wow, the most boring day probably this year ...WOW I woke up, 12 noon, got up said bye to my mom, then sat down and watched TV for a few hours. Got some Lil Caesar's pizza, delish, and watched yetr more TV, listened to the radio...by now i have a headcahe..each more pizza, then go to my computer, chit chat but im so bored, play splinter cell, talk on the phone for a few minutes, then go back to my comp and here i am, fucking boringest day of my life, thank you very much.
June 9, 2003
tite well last night i sessioned with joel & sean-dweezo then chilled and jeriel and STAYVAN! came, they went to the hip-hop backlot, so whatevers, time to go home... so yea, i come home, come online, update and think about studying about pulling an all nighter. so i download stuff n just chill like always when im doing "homework", and in talkin to Sean-wheaties, I suddenly decide fuck it, imma go to sleep. Then by "going to sleep" I stay online, download videos, and get the urge to download the whole Mobster Movie Soundtrack, so I do. It's 5 am and what the hell am I doing...I'm not gonna stay up till 1130am to study, Im sleepin, so I sleep.
Hear my alarm and wake up with my Mom telling me to get up, its about 9 cuz I look at the clock. Decide to shrug and cover myself with sheets. sleep...My dad comes in and is like HELLO? DONT YOU HAVE SCHOOL! and i jump out of bed JOEL-STYLE, and am thinking OH SHIT (its 11 am, my final's at 1130, i didnt pay attention all last week and a half of math class, and I didnt study...[yet?]) so i run to the bathroom, take a whiz, get dressed, hop out the door (5 times, each time forgetting something) and finally drive off to school, get there, luckily its finals so parking is abundant, i park, get off with my math binder and a pencil, and open it up and begin "studying"...extremely difficult. Get to my building, go to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror (routine) make sure my hair is no more than 70% lop-sided and such, and then open my binder and decide to teach myself the most complicated Calculus Theory of the quarter. stay in the bathroom standing in front of a mirror studying, and around 1150 slowly begin making way to my classroom. Open the door, cause a dope disturbance, get my test, and fail it.
YAAAS KIDDDIIIING...., i must say that I did pretty dope. Once again I am a math whiz. Hopefully I get at least a B+ for the quarter but im crossing my fingers for that A in the sky... i mean I have to have been the top student in the class. Like there were too many signs for me not to be. Anywhoot, time fo ya maymays pussay, cuz I got out of my final kinda early, dashed to my car and decide to go to Dugans house after all. So i do, chill and luckily Germain is there... havent seen that foolio in a while. Loads of laughter with the Trio who are enjoying the Hip Hop Glendora with some special guests, and Sean-dweezo. It was cool cuz I got to chill and experience some day-time "summer activity"
so yea i go home cuz i have to go to work at 5...or do i?? So i go home, chill, then leave for work, get there at around 5, turns out I DONT HAVE TO WORK TIL 7 DAMMIT! so yea, i dont wanna go all the way home, and I remember that this week in honor of ST ANGER'S release, 4 older Metallica albums were re-released and on sale at best buy..so i go. Seeing as how I have only S&M because in the days of yore when I was a wee elemntary child I would borrow my brothers metallica albums behind his back, I went to get all that were on sale. So in my possession now are Ride the Lightning, ...And Justice For All, and the glorious self-titled black album. So yea, thern go to Antolivas' pad, whom I havent seen in 53 years. Get my old CDs back finally, and we decide to go wake up C and chill for about an hour. Have a chat and its all gravy, so then I must go to work cuz its already 630....luckily I left so early because the damn train was stuck on Valley, so I had to go all the way around. Made it to work JUST IN THE KNICKERBOCKERS of time...about 2 minutes to spare when i clocked in. Worked, so fun, got off and dropped off this new hot chick from work, and after that sunks nothing to do cuz the Trio is once again in the backlot with MJ and Sean-dweezo is going home. Call up Pig but hes gay and tired. So i decide to finally go home...and on the way there, fracture my neck in 32 new places due to OF WOLF AND MAN, and WHEREVER I MAY ROAM. PAYCE.
June 8, 2003
well praise the Lord first of all, it is Sunday...secondly, it never fails, saw new old people at Church again today. First this guy that went to Amat, dont know his name hes a grade below us, some chunky white dude I think his name was Fletcher or sumthing, from the v-ball team...anywhoot, and I saw my yummy co-worker homie Dana...haha, and so yea, it was cool again even though I didnt meet up with them fools this week o well
came home, bored, so called up Joel-weezy to see wassup, decided to go session cuz if i stayed home I wouldnt end up studying for my final til about 2 or 3 am anyway, so yea, that was fun
now I'm home, it's actually the 9th but ahh its still the 8th to me...alright maybe i'll get to studying now...maybe...
wish me luck, I gotsta get an A in math...PAYCE
June 5, 2003
hell yes everyone, I have what is the titest thing on earth i my possession. This morning at 9 o clock, i was outside bestbuy..alone..haha bastards, they didnt open till 10 and i didnt know, so I went to barnes n noble to read up on "current events." Pulled out the new issue of rolling stone..which I've never read an issue of..and so yea, read it, had some really good articles..an hour passed and i wanted to continue but...it was almost 10, so I got up and hurried over, and of course, the bastards dont open til like 10 am SHARP. meanwhile, i was talking with a couple guys I dont even know..funny how something as simple as ...wait blasphemy... something as DOPE as getting the first full length studio album from the lords of Metallica in 6 years, can spark up a conversation. So yea, they open the gates and its funny..i guess they have a tradition or sumthing cuz they open the gate, then i didnt know what was going on, but apparently they were getting their employees "ready"...and then they unlock the doors, and the staff stands in 2 lines at the entrance with the new ad in their hands handing them out to us. it was so funny....it was like straight out of a commercial or sutmhing. But anywhoot, I got my St. Anger, got the hell outta there, and proceeded to break my neck on the way to the mechanic this morning, then to school, then back home. So I am in a neck brace as we "speak." Just kidding, but maybe i should...or it did, perhaps? Maybe it hasnt begun?! Snoofle Mcgee. Alright PAYCE.
June 4, 2003 (Part 2)
had this convo with Sean-dweezo, wow, brought back memories...
Kharismatix815:
--forget it..nobody i know...its crazy though man
--i got the last day of school sentiments all over again right now, i wanna cry...heheh
--did u read this persons thing? talking bout the ASB officer countdown n the paper toss
--dude i rememeber it so vividly
CalboyBebop:
--hahaha i think i did
--sorry i keep taking forever dude
--but yea...i tried to tell my homie, whos lj u read, to cherish every moment of senior year
--she din take me serious till too late
Kharismatix815:
--yep, thats how it goes
--for real though man, wow....wish i could live it all over again
--man i loved high school like nothing else
CalboyBebop: i did too man
Kharismatix815: no matter how tite of a college experience is ahead...if at all...it could never take its place or even come close...in my opinion
CalboyBebop:
--yea, lots of people say hs was the best years of their lives. partly cuz ur old enuff to know about the world, but young enuff to not need to be adult
--dang. tite quote
Kharismatix815:
--hahaha
--yup
CalboyBebop: i should remember that
Kharismatix815: damn imma right about this in my thing
CalboyBebop: tilase
Kharismatix815: haha imma just copy n paste this convo...
-------end of convo--------
and there you go...some thoughts:
wow, for real though, aside from regrets and things I wouldve changed about myself and my actions and lack thereof in my high school years....i wish I could have it again....and again....and again...screw growing up, I wanna be a teenager forever...damn life...
with each new day, i look back and see childhood i the distance, farther away...
June 4, 2003 (Part 1)
wassup peeps, HELL FREAKIN YES! ONE DAY OF SCHOOL LEFT plus my three finals NEST week...i can feel summer already....except it funking sunks so much being a sick puppy. I freakin have sick sniffles and my eyes are burning and my cough is horrible, so sunks
but oh hell yea, nothing will stop me from being at BEST BUY bright n early tomorrow to get ST. ANGER...oh yes bitches and bitch-ettes....a new hardcore installment of Metallicainment is among us...i actually called Tower today and the bastards are already selling it, and i'd go if i wasnt so sick and it was 5 dollars more expensive...(haha I'm a college student, what do u expect?), anywho, Imma be headbangin like a mofo tomorrow.
PAAAAYCE
June 2, 2003
sux had a badass dream, it was so horrible...isn;t it freakin scary how real things in real life, correspond to things happening instantaneously in your dreams? I think its freaky as hell and makes me wonder about how that is freakin possible...like it all made sense too, like in the dream i was opening my cell phone to call someone, and then it rang in my dream, when i wake up seconds later I had a couple missed calls on my cell phone which was lying next to my head...tears in my dream...slobber in my real life face...freakin sux, dont ask me what the dream is about...I already told someone about it and I just wanna forget about it now...alright peace
June 1, 2003
IT'S JUNE YAY-I-YAY-EE!! Forget the 21st of June, summertime is just about in full effect...
dang guys, my new Church is pretty tite, Fr. Chris is dope and every week I see yet another person I know..let's see so far...Rick M., David V., Chris Rice, Karen K., Dannielle H., and this week was pretty tite, Justin Phillip and Cathy Lima....what a small world, all this time didnt know all these people went to St. Louise
but one of THE titest parts of Life Teen Mass over here...wow the girls, freakin amazing, it's hard being focused...white girls....wow...gotta love em
but anywho, got one more week of school, plus finals week, and that means I got 2 more homework assignments to do and thats it!! Can't wait to join in on all the summer madness u lucky mofos!
May 27, 2003
well, i had a day off from work today :), pretty cool cuz I got ta chill for like half the day wit homies that are back home....Sean-fweepies, Lindsay, Myles, n Erika G....pretty tite havent seen them in a minute, but yea and then a couple of the usual peeps, Rex n Jeri n C, so yea it was fun having an "excursion" n stuff, except it was tooooo damn hot to be wearing a polo today....but ah well....back to homework :-(
May 19, 2003
MY GOSH! FINALLY! I had forgotten my password and the damn website's password recovery wasnt working for ...well..about a month...
anywho, lets see, where do I begin...
i left off talking about DSL...and yea, thats all good now, i got a brand new computer like a few days after that last post..and well it's BOMB-DIGGITY! I frickin love it, the best damn computer money can buy...well at least my money can buy. TV tuner, cd-rws, titeness and all the dope crap...
>:o so im still in frickin school! >:o .....and yea its gay, but I'm doing a hell of a lot better this quarter, aced my math midterm WHOHOO!, and yea its tite but now im behind once again and gotta catch up
3 MORE WEEKS and counting! sheesh!
oh yea, this past weekend went up to santa barbara wit da homies..STAYVAN! Jose, Joel, Jeriel! yea, that was pretty cool, released some stress had some fun, wow there were lots of bomb chicks roaming the streets up there...pretty cool
got some new kicks today..and its been awhile..., the T-Mac II's finally went o sale, but only at one place..and i just happened to walk in...to Footaction...yea it was 40% off the original price...pretty dope, so imma be rockin those soon wit mah magic jersey...haha
anywho, I should be doing my Electrical Circuitry Analysis Lab, so I guess I'll get back to it...God's speed, be back soon
April 17, 2003
well i hooked up my DSL yesterday but seems i had to wait till today for my Service Ready Date or whataver. this shits whack, i think its cuz my computer's old, so like yea, its been jacking up, couldnt get it to work til bout 4 pm today, for like an hour and a half, i was so happy, but then it disconnected...then like around 8 i got it again for about 45 mins., then at 11, i got it again for like a half hour. Frerakin sux, each time i have to do all this crap, disable programs, just so i can use the damn thing, and i think its gettin cut off because the verizon program senses that im bypassing all of its programs (which freeze my somewhat aged computer) so it gets me back by cutting me off and my computer doesnt detect the modem again until a few hours and a couple restarts later. I am pulling my hair out and i hate my computer right now, other than the fact that it suddenly regained the capability to burn CDs once i put XP back in...but enough rambling, g'nite.
April 6, 2003
damn i guess this has become kinda like a journal entry thing or sumthin..go fig...but yea damn last nite was off the hook, the homie adam was hookin it up wit a wild party and i was dead tired as hell, i fell asleep on my carpet for like 5 minutes, but then i made myself get up n get ready for the party. i got there and seems it had been broken up b4 it got a chance to start...but all this stuff happened and ended up comin back to the orig. location...and it went from being a wildass party to a kickback...which was tite with me cuz it was a pretty bangiin "kickback". haha for multiple reasons i got into it and along with a circle of people who became "regulars" after a while, beatboxed for like an hour and flowed for another 5, it was great. it was cool seein a whole bunch of people from h.s. again, it reminded me of a good old post-game "AMA-PARRDEE"
April 5, 2003
damn man, finally it's about 6pm and we're done moving everything...my BP house is officially owned by some other coo young chino peeps and now we officially own this house in covina. pretty dope, hopefully it gets hot soon so we can make use of our tite pool. But anyway I'm so freakin tired..first week of school and damn its pretty crazy to be back, having failed a class and gotten a d in another, and having to make up those units its a bunch of BS especially when my math prof was a big dick and cant teach, buts cool, back to straight As for me...hopefully..maybe a B is coo...haha wishul thinking...not sure what I'm gonna do, theres a party tonite and sux, I had to miss Jeriel's Barkada thing, but damn im tired...then again..it might be banging...we'll see.
April 1, 2003 (March 31 but like 12:30 am, so April 1)
Dang, after an entire greuling? weekend of constant moving from house to house, box after box, couch after couch, tv after monitor after shoeboxwithcrapinside after clothes after kitchencrap after moreshiet....i am frickin decomposing. I mean i strained this retarded ass muscle on my arm, i forgot what its calle, but if and arm was a leg i'd say it was my hammie. Anywho, it's all good though, crap is in, my back is completely broken, i need serious therapy, and yo mama needs some bath and body works. Basically, I'm tired as hell.
March 27, 2003
Wassup, well right now not much is going on except.... SPRING BREAK!!! i guess it's pretty whack, cuz I'm not doing much and I just HAPPEN to be moving next week, so I have to pack, which I haven't done much of yet, so yea I need to get to it. School's cool, so stay in it, and thats "FO SHO". Great how I go off on a tangent...but anywho, yea spring break is cool because well, just the fact that NO FRIGGIN' SCHOOL! so yea, I'm still working though, so that sux and if u feel like stalking me, feel free cuz I get bored there. Anyway, I am no longer bored and due to this, I will cease my typing. Stay up...PAYCE.
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ok, thats everything frommy Mybuddyinfo.com thingy...PAYCE
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