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Summer Bridge

So it turns out that I was reading that last post… and was like… naw I don’t wanna talk about that. That’s why I haven’t been posting for awhile. Well that and all the bridge stuff I’ve been doing recently. Right now, I’m staying at the man Fernando’s pad (with mates Maurice, Ron, Kris Tan and Bill). Damn am I jealous. Well, it pretty much looks like Jason Tjalsma’s house (or any other 70’s looking house), except that there’s 3 rooms in the downstairs hallway, and upstairs there’s a big ass living room. Super comfy and it don’t look too ghetto, even if its only a few blocks away. Congrats.

So anyway the SB o4 process has begun; I am now officially a Academic Transition Counselor. How does it feel? ehhhhh… I’m not too excited about it. Once this saturday rolls round tho and I see my kids I’m sure that’ll all change.

I came back to SD last tuesday, stayed the night at Adry’s and went off to the Julian retreat the next day. As usual, it was intense/long/sleepless/crazy, an overall good experience. Since then, I’ve been staying at Fernie’s and been having some good times there. 1st night was 2 40’s, and the rest is history. We kicked it on saturday with the SoCo, Jager and Cap. Mo. And last night was an Adult Swim Comedy block. NOW THAT I’VE SEEN THAT SHIT ON TV, THAT IS THE SHIZNITE!!! haha, but I got all those fools hooked on Birdman, Brak & Sealab. More followers to the TV cult that is adult swim.

Anyway, I’m bored and the keyboard at M.O.M. sucks so imma head out. Pa-icky.

FRIENDS. How many of us have them?

Boom, Boom, Boom. ready for action…

Before I start, I just wanna say that Jason isn’t as crazy as I thought. Today the Futurama where Leela gets laid by Zapp Brannigan played. It in he says, “So… crawling back to the big Z like a bird on its belly!” Hahaha Jason, the joke was on us. You sly lad you!

So I have a little issue with friendships which stems from waaaay back in the day. As a wee lad, I had a super best friend. You know, one of those people that you totally click with, are totally in sync with, and stay up all night doing nothing, all the while having the time of your life. Good times.

Anyway, one week I got sick for a week and took off from school. When I came back, things changed and for some reason we stopped being such close friends. Looking back, I guess you could call it “growing apart”, but at the time, it just came outta nowhere. One week best friends, next week avoidance. Anyway, this was pretty crazy for me. Took another day or two off to cope.

So I went back to school, and after doing the whole “walk around while eating lunch so you look busy and not like a loner” for awhile, I nudged myself into a group of people who ate lunch by the library. So now I had people to eat lunch with, but I never considered myself to be their friends or anything, mainly cuz all they ever talked about was what happened on RAW or HEAT or whatever wrestling thing came on the night before (yeah I never was into watching the drama of men in tights fake beating each other up). So I still didn’t really have any good friends. That went on for about a trimester or 2.

Year after that tho, I got into the groove of things, and the beginnings of the FHP were born (Subw00fer & Doctor Claw UNITE!). Oh wait, this was acutally the start of Super Smash Brothers J.E.T.T. (Jason, Efrin, Terry Todd & Mark). Although Efrin didn’t play, he was cooler, and JMTT doesn’t have as nice a ring to it. Anyway, my Smash Brothers days is another story altogether.

Thing is, that whole incident only reinforced my previous insecurities that every kid has. I was left a kid who had a “fear of commitment” of sorts, the whole “not wanting to get hurt again” thing. So it became hard for me to make friends (and you people reading this know how “interesting” of a person I am…), resulting in stunted social development throughout highschool.

BUT, luckily I found the FHP and all my problems were solved! I had some cool friends, a Posse even! Yay! Noone was to mess with us. We were unbelievably smart, unbelievably lazy and unbelievably rudies (cept for that whole magnet-skating thing, and although we did tag up stuff, more often than not I did it with apple peels that I would deem “Nick Jr.’s Face”…yeeeeah…)! Anyway, now I could worry about more important things like girls and kisses and dances and all that normal HS stuff.

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!

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.

Divine Comedy

Song: Aurora

I got this quote from All Music Guide. That site is just the best when you’re bored:

    [Vespertine is] Described by Björk as “about being on your own in your house with your laptop and whispering for a year and just writing a very peaceful song that tiptoes”

bjork is my hero. She’s waay too funky crazy for everyone. You know about her exploits on award shows (swan). You might have seen her as Space Ghost’s fuckin’ delerious wife on the respective show. But have you listened to her music? Go buy Debut or something right now cuz its “bomb”. Oh wait, just dl it. I forgot about that… (being stuck with 28k is torture sometimes).

Oh well, I go back to SD later today. What a glorious drive that’ll be. At least I have like 2 bowls of shake left. That+good music makes the drive not bad at all. When I get back tho, imma hafta buy a sack that I can’t afford to make up for all the lost partying. This vacation was purely staying home with my family, which was really good for the soul and all that jazz, but it gets kinda boring, and now all I long for is to get fucked. [up.]

Oh yeah I saw something on this site that I’ve been frequenting. Who is this “ari” person? I dunno. But the site looks cool and its interesting reading. Anyway, she says she judges books by their cover. Yeah I do too. I think that’s actually why I don’t read nearly as much as I used to. When I was little I check out as many books as I could, lug em all home and read em, then go back for more. Nowadays though… The last time I checked out a book was in early summer. And it was Dante’s Inferno and Dantes’ Inferno. I wanted to read the classic, but since everyone refers to it as “Dante’s Inferno”, I thought that was the full title. That’s how I found the other book. A very interesting read indeed, bout a mad bomber who hits all of LA’s hotspots cuz of some fanatical devotion/hate for another mad bomber (Dantes), and the people who chase them. Of course, there’s Inferno references and shit thrown about. I probably never woulda read it otherwise; its only a mediocre book. ANYway, back to my point. Kids books always have flashy (or hella crappy cartoon) covers and whatnot that always catch your eye. Big people books? Not most of the time. They rely on such silly things as best-selling authors and catchy names to drag you into reading the back/jacket. For me though, only when a cover catches my eye will I read a book not reccomended to me or by a liked author. SOMEtimes the catchy title trick works, or in the case of the above explained, the tricky title catches me (AHAHAHA).

So a note to all aspiring authors: Use flashy/catchy/pretty/shiny cover art. Tacky as it may be, you’re gonna sell more books and gain more fans that way.

    On an ironic note, I was just fuming to someone about how much I hate the commercialism of our current society, where flash and fluff is the name of the game. I love how people contradict themselves left and right.

Oh yeah, not everyone knows Inferno. Its not a book. Its a poem-soliloquy-one-of-those-not-regular-reading-thingies. But the version I got was story-y enough for me. By the way, there’s so many versions of it. Flip through em first to see if its the right one for you. I got one that tries to this the same rhyming scheme as the original (Italian was it?) one, so it kinda sacrificed word choice for rhyming and etc etc. Anyway, its about this dude (the author actually) who goes through a forest, meets an angel, who saves his life and also happens to be the tourguide to hell. There’s 9 levels (that’s where the expression comes from) and each one holds progressively worse sinners and their tortures. Man. Now this shit is fucked up. Some of those tortures are just… gooooood damn. But you gotta admit, they do fit the crime. Throughout the journey, they confront a lotta famous people who’ve been condemned to damnation, including Cleopatra, Napolean and Mike Tyson (ok no not really the last 2, this book was written in like the 1300’s or something). It all boils down to meeting the man himself, Satan. But yeah, its a good read. And look what I found just now. Here’s me.

The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell – the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low
Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful) Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous) Very Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Moderate
Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics) Low
Level 7 (Violent) Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) High
Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous) Low

Fuck man, 8th!? I’m not THAT bad, shit!

EDIT: Oops… I put that I believe in killing ppl… hahaha no wonder. Otherwise, I’m in Limbo! Cool!(?) Still pretty violent and malebolgiant though…

Level | Score
Purgatory | Low
Level 1 – Limbo | Very High
Level 2 | Low
Level 3 | Very Low
Level 4 | Very Low
Level 5 | Low
Level 6 – The City of Dis | Low
Level 7 | Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge | Moderate
Level 9 – Cocytus | Very Low

ANYway, I should really be getting to sleep. I’m supposed to wake up in 2 hours (yeah right).

Have fun!