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The Mechanics of a Post aka A Tribute to a Mixed, Long Fingered Child

sucks to be banana

The other day (sometime last week), Bryan Tracy told us (Me, Dan “The Man” Laury & John “Baby D” Tice) the most important thingy he heard from Jason “Why Can We Not Be Sober” Tjalsma. It is as follows: Bryan was having trouble with his girlfriend, and didn’t really know what to do. Jason, in his unfounded and untold and ever-knowing wisdom says this: “All you need to do is take a shit in the middle of her room. Whenever she leaves the room, seize the moment and pull down your pants and take a shit. When she comes back, be like: ‘What? Yeah that’s right. I took a shit in your room. What are you gonna do about it huh?’ Then Jackie will be like, ‘Well I guess you’re right. You DID take a shit in my room.’ Everything will be better from that point on.” (These aren’t exact quotes but you get the picture).

I, on the other hand, think that I have taken a much more important and vital piece of wisdom from the legend aka Doctor Claw. It also serves to describe one of my best friends even better than the above quote: (Said in a sloshy tone while staggering, perhaps knocking things down) “I’ll be drunk for the rest of my life!” (drunken emphasis on life, for the full effect, get me drunk and I’ll try to recreate such a special anecdote for you as well).

Jason, though you may not return my calls, though you may be romping around with some girl in sacramento, and though you may hate the Zephyr song by RHCP (I like it, but it has bad memories for me too), you will remain one of my closest and best friends.
I drink this small amount of liquor in honor of you. If you’re reading this (doubtful), know that I hella respect you, and it would be my honor to get fucked up with you.

And this (2nd) vicodon is for Bryan, cuz he always downed em.

It’s really sweaty inside this apartment.
And it’s pretty hot too.
…And considering as how I’m sitting here alone, I’ve just terrified you.
Mission complete, going to sleep.

And remember, He-hey! I’m batman too huh? AHHHHHHHH!

The Definition of “Too Good”

MidWest Championship 2004: MvC2 Vids

So this thing is finally online. To commemorate, I had Adry make a post cuz she’s cool. Anyway, thanks goes to my host, revisemedia, who made all these dreams come true! *sniff*

So yeah. Yesterday, I went round to K-Mart in Fairfield to check out Bry’s RC race. Too little too late, cuz by the time I got round there (5 or so), everything was gone. And that my friends was the highlight of my Sunday Sunday Sunday!

Remember to pull up your diapers, you wanna make a good impression.
(July 20th ATHF DVD OMG)

Don’t Fear The Reaper

pancheetos’s Xanga Site

Apparently that was the song that was on that site previously. Probly the 440 version. Maybe the OG. I dunno. It’s a decent song I suppose. It got me into 440, it got me into buying “Don’t Get High On Your Own Supply”, which I listened to like 3 times before it was STOLEN BY MUTHERFUCKERS.

But anyway.

I’m really bored. I’ve been home for quite some time now, and haven’t done anything. I never knew summer was so short when you weren’t having fun. I’ll do better tho, I promise.

oh yeah, that’s “Frankie’s” blog. He’s a cool self-proclaimed beaner fatass. I don’t think so. I would proclaim him a cool guy. But anyway, he actually writes posts that are readable, and not just random blurbs that make sense to noone but the writer (WHO DOES THAT I DON’T KNOW WHO COULD IT BE?!!?!?!). I respect that.

So anyway, Summer Bridge is in like less than a month now. I still don’t have a place to live, and etc etc. I really wish summer was longer, and I was more productive.

Yesterday I went to the mall. Guess who I saw? You’ll be appalled! It was Ryan Rucker, the notorious Nose Burglar! He triple jumps 46’1″. That is really far for those not in the know. It seems that the triple jumpers at Wood only get better and better each year. I wonder if he took up an aprentice, and if he will 1-Up everyone, much like Bobby Mosier did to myself.

Today I saw Aaron Ray at the Baseball field. It was cool. I went there to see fireworks. They were ok, nothing too spectacular. Other than that, I didn’t do anything today of note. Oh maybe I went to the eye doctor. Oh no, that was yesterday as well. He did hella more tests than usual, and when he washed his hands to take my contacts out (why don’t they ever let you do it yourself?), he still had soap on his hands and it stung. Then he put some yellow eyedrop things in my eye for the pressure or something. Those turned my temporary one day contacts he gave me yellow as well.

That is what I did.

Oh yeah, last night I stayed up all night researching and then making an impulse buy of a 1Gig flash card for my GBA. Set me back like 200 or something I think. I also paid my phone bill (at least I might have, the site said i didn’t, then said i did, then kept on giving me errors. WTF ATT). A couple days ago I went to Todai’s in Concord with mizuki, mom and her friend Mieko. It was alright, nothing too special. Mizuki had eggshell in her fried rice, and the melon sucked (remarkably though, it tasted more like melon and squirting lemon on it, though it also tasted more like lemon). I’ve never noticed how similar lemon or melon were as words, namely cuz I never wrote them in the same sentence, or cared. I had some sushi (for the 1st time ever), some ramen with cilantro in it (yuk), some other stuff too. To the McCall’s chagrin, as soon as we were seated, Mieko gave the waitress her c.card to pay for it all, AND get my dad something too. FUCKER. My mom was still pissed about it when we got back home.

I woke my sister up just now to take her to bed. She then mumbled something about the “big sentence”. “Big sentence?” I asked. “The biggest sentence EVER… mumble…mumble…fireworks…downstairs.”

“Ok, let’s go downstairs to meet the big sentence.”

So anyway. At the end of the journey (in which Mizuki amused Mieko-san by looking through the space between the car chair and headrest and saying she was on “TV”), we dropped Mieko-san off at her car. She then gave the chauffer (me) $20. I was like, “OH FUCK NO” and quickly gave it to my mom, who was already trying to give her the cash for the meal. Mieko saw through my mom’s ploy and preemptively dashed into her car and closed and locked all the doors. DAMNIT. We were foiled by this fiend who paid for us and shit. I love being Japanese (I feel so guilty about receiving the 20spot, but didn’t think twice to use it for gas yesterday).

This post is pretty random, and not a joy to read, I know. I’m just to lazy to try/care. Besides, it’s not like this thing is even online yet.

Speaking of which. Fucking .mac service doesn’t let you use scripts. Only pure html. Fucking useless. I thought I was made in the shade, but now I’m unmade, in the sun. Or something.

Remember that hydrolic penises are unethical & cya when I cya.

Man… I was so emo back then!

So yeah.
I feel like I have no friends so if you consider yourself to be one of my true friends, please give me a call (619.307.3972) and say some nice things to me. I am in dire need of hearing nice things from true friends.


Oh yeah, I’m also in search of a best friend so if anyone is interested, hit me up and i’ll set up an interview for the job.


So my other page got stolen, cuz our house got robbed. This (Ed’s laptop) is currently the only form of communication i have with the outside world. EVERYTHING technological and over 10$ got stole.

Talk to you guys later, i’m fucking busy with nothing to do.