10.31.2001

yes! finally someone fucked with my blog!@
i never eat peanuts unless i eat warm soup with kermit...i mean mr. t...i mean tripat...nevermind
OH my God.
manuel just called kirkland OUT!
fuckers gunna die.
no dissing the mutha fuckin EASTSIYYYYYYYYYDE!
happy halloween yall.
tigger in the heezay.
what?!
what did i do?
what did i say about amidy?
im confused.
im lost.
a few costumes today.
my fave: fuckin ultimate warrior (old skewl WWF wrestler. im sure only like 3% of the people knew what the hell he was).

today in bio we were goin over mitosis and meiosis and chromosomes and all that shit.
it reminded me of back when we got drunk at lea's and air was sayin how tool helps him remember the # of chromosomes in humans.
needless to say. i got the song stuck in my head (which isnt a bad thing, and is a lot better than listening to lecture).
46 and 2
good shit.

fuk. i gots ta go get me a new tire.

whats going on tonight?
poem: din!
it could be seen as deep, but its really about notHing!
ha!

10.30.2001

goddamn.
i hate when i dont want to do something.
i have no motivation for it at all.

i still like school though.
just would like to have it on my own terms.
learn my own shit.
but that aint how it goes.

i feel dumb for blogging so much.
depressed in fact.

why is this bothering me so much?
....read between the lines....
hmm.
im realizing how much bloggers gotten me called out, yet i still like him.
cuz, yeh, i do the initial judging....
and my "i" rant wasnt calling anyone out but myself.
couplah things.
one.
yes, sushi can be veggie.
my parents get that shit sometimes, and it aint that bad.

second.
i judge and categorize people.
why?
i dunno.
them scientists do it too.
its called taxonomy.
i guess its just in me.
i guess im just critical.
and i usually see the worst in things.

can you say you dont label people?
you just dont decide to spell it out.
and yeh. in the past ive called people out by name.
but not this time around.
but maybe the inference isnt that hard.

did i not tell you im not this wonderful person though?
the blindness of the enigma that is me is wearing off.
true me you get to see.

but are you not calling my calling out out?
whats the deal with that?
i guess its only fair warning.

ya know.
i think trip once went on a trip about the "i's".
i think it was hella ago though.
why did i just remember that?
im not tryin to bring you down with me, man.
hmm.
i wonder who was on my computer....

anyway. work decided that one weekend off was enough for me.
herego, i dont get one this week.
working til 11:30 and 11:15 on the respective days.
but i guess its all good that i get airs bday off.

air and i have evolved from icqing each other in the same house to talking on the phone to each other in the same house.
wo0t.
ashley.
dont die, please.
i'll get yer back.
can you tell i dont want to do this farking poem?

i'll close blogger now.
good idea.
some have blogs to share.
some have blogs to show off their comp skillz.
and some got both them sharing and style goin on.
dammit manuel. i hate you.

oh yes.
then there are those that get tired of sharing.
and their last words are,
"its been a while since my last blog..."
amidy tries to give me the troubs.

have you ever looked at yer blog and noticed how many fucking "i's" there are in there.
i guess ...shit. i guess it is a self-reflection, but still.....
hmm.
im already home.
only one class today, and it was pointless.

i hate driving around on my stubby tire.
why the fuck didnt i go out and fix it yesterday?!
now before i have time to fix it, i have to make another trip to and from school, and a trip to and from work.
with that little bitch tire, all the bumps in the road are so magnified.
its kinda scary.

today i tried out the freeway coming home.
i watch a wheelbarrow(el?) fly out of a truck and spin around several times before finally stopping on the shoulder.
close shit. i would have hated to had to of swerved. i was already bumpin around like mad.
no good.
i dont even think the fucker knew he lost his load.
poor guy.

anyway.
i got this spanish poem to write.
and its gotta be in the future tense.
whys it gotta be future? im better at creatively reliving the past.
culedo.

10.29.2001

so tired.
will i ever catch up on sleep?
i know tomorrow i wont.
gay work.
first day back and its a full day.

also.
it seems like halloweens already come and gone.
but oh yeh. its tomorrow.
i just realized that im more of a memorizer.
does that really make you smart?
or just adding an advantage?
i guess i can figure stuff out on my own.
but if im not interested i wont put forth the effort.

thats the prob with universal schooling.
it gets me down.
theres stuff i dont think i need to know or learn,
so i dont do anything about it.
then im out.
dah well.
i feel i learn what i want to, so whats wrong with that?

anyway.
why is it that chix always wait til the last possible minute to tell you that theyre hooked up, engaged, married, etc. (um. i guess there couldnt really be an etc there, but we'll go with it)
i guess i can see why not. or that maybe it just doesnt come up.
but dammit.
i just realized today that like 85 - 90% of my biology knowledge is from back in high school.
and then i wonder in class.
did these people not take bio in high school?
or did i just have an exceptional teacher?
or did they just not pay attention in class cuz it was high school. and also, this is CC.


so again i get bored with the repitition.

yeh.
so i wouldnt really recommend that bandits movie.
but there were a couple things i liked about it.
one of them being how they showed the desensitization to violence.
the audience in the movie got to know the bandits and were no longer threatened by their presence.

pinche negro.
la casa esta sucio.
skipped my first class.
i remembered why my ass was sore.
it wasnt from the run, it was from the party.
and something gay at that.
it was when the suspenders broke.

i dont know if i sustained any injuries from the run,
but i seem to now have this yellow bruise on the front of my shoulder.
that could be anything.
most likely from a clubbing.
i wasnt all pillow.
the wonderments of digital cameras.
manuel can already show you yer bin-shat, party asses.

10.28.2001

IN!
don fuk wit da T
i want my webcam back.
i need to get off my ass and get it.
lazy boy.
jimmies chicken sha(g)ck whut?
i thought i was just like all yer other average drunks.
i guess im a little more overactive.
i think calen summed it all up.
that bandits movie.
wasnt quite what i expected.
fighting over a chic rather than killing people and stealing lots of money.
hmm.
um.
im not ded.
i tried to.
and they tried to.
but i was foiled good.
wheres the hangover?
wheres the immobility?
they gave up too soon.
after i made puke, they let off.
they dont know that after i do that im good to go.
i should have had more after.

no regrets though.
it was a damn good night and weekend.
thanx all.
its time for bed.
where am i sleeping.
bed done got jacked.
couch. here i come.
where did all the people be?
dey done missed all da fun.
fake boobs and water are a good combo.
try it out some time.
ok?
and hes all growwNs up!
tha nk yoou all for the good night
i made puke.
and its all good.
i have no more to sa y.
i think.
shit,. i shoulda blogged more when i was drunk.
the guys across the street next to the crack house talked to us.
theyre cool. we need to invite them over next time.

'why the fuck am i home??!@

10.27.2001

AHAHA!
my parents got me druink.
21. fuk
i thought id have something to say,
but i really dont.

i was kinda dissappointed, but it was still a good night.
see yall tonight.
have a good one.

thanx for showin up.
its been a while for some of you.

10.26.2001

oh shit.
its already tonight.
and tomorrow ...death comes.
fuk.
im really gunna need a nap tomorrow.
im dumb.
i should just skip class.
but its not in my "routine".

also. i like how my sis pulls a grandma.
she =s sick this weekend.
and knew it over a week ago. hehe.
oh yes, megan. dishwasher.
something this house seems to be lacking.
you got a spare?
mkay.
havent been reading blogs lately, but i found one directed my way:

man.
um. if yer a good cashier then you can and will deal with the sporocity of peoples unpacking.

i think what i hate the most is produce spread throughout the fucking belt.
other than that, im good.
breads, cans, etc.
theres enough room to sift through them to get them to fit nicely in their own little bag.

(i wouldnt have talked about this, but you asked...)

so there ya go.
OH! and if yer buying multiples of say coke in 12 packs.
ONLY put ONE of them up on the belt.
i can tell there are more in the cart, and i dont want to bother moving them if its un-needed.
dumb bitches.
done snuck up on my ass.
you know you can tell yer real peeps.
cuz some just say that it'll be cool when you get there,
but then they fuckin forget.

but not my peeps.

10.24.2001

as i was out the door before even air got up.
gayness.

gay ass meeting. it was about u-scan, which i worked with at kirkland, therefore nothing but the retarded stats were new to me.
but it was funny, being there.
it was totally obvious from the people that are usually up at that time, to those of us who wanted to kill whoever made the fucking meeting that early.
people didnt care, so they had the frumpy hair, pjs, blood-shot eyes.

while there were those few happy fucks that were clean-shaven and ready to go.
i hate them.

10.23.2001

as i just got a message from work reminding me about the 6 o'clock in the fucking MORNING MANDATORY meeting tomorrow... er... tod(g)ay.
i dont think im going to get any sleep at all this week.
i didnt all weekend cuz of work.
but i guess it doesnt really matter anyway...
seeing as how im going to die at the end of this week anyway... =/
watch me get called out:

how do dirty jews wash their yamikas?
cuz i accidentally washed mine, and now its fuct!
ripped at the seams and shit.
um.
tim.
i dont think you can have cravings or addictions to drugs youve never had.
cuz you dont know what they do.
maybe you see people influenced by them, and maybe then, yeh a craving of sorts.
as tripats surprised that the surge is over, like its never happened before...
dont worry. another few weeks, another bolstering amount of blogging that will again pass in a day or two.
i just realized that i only work 2 days this week!
how cool is that? its been like.. february since i've pulled that off before....

oh.
the kitchens starting to stink.
i think that means that someone needs to clean it up.
no. contrary to popular belief, rotting CHICKEN is not a good thing.

10.22.2001

PORN IS IN!
no worries treepat.
fetishee fetishah
havent blogged yet today..
crazy..

the chic in bio that i would talk to dropped.
couldnt hang.
but ya kinda saw it coming.
all she had ever taken was honors bio in high school, which she was fresh out of...
so yeh. i guess that sux, but now i get that asian chic that busts us through all the labs.
we're so damn quick.
i dont think we even have to go on wednesday.

so yeh.
i was going to post about how simbiotic life is.
but you can think about that for yourself.
on all levels. small- and large-scale.

10.21.2001

chix with bfs or husbands that are far away = hardcore playas.
whats the dealy-yo.
i know they miss the action, but at whos expense?
hos.
and the guys are dumb enough to try even if the know or are told that nothing will happen.
cuz theres always that chance.
another thing i wanted to write about:
dan was commenting on how people are all into halloween in elementary school,
and then as you get into jr. high and high school, you think its childish, so you stop.
but then when you get into high school, you remember all the fun that halloween could be.
(or maybe just another excuse to party.)

but anyway.
im relating this to siblings.
back in the day, my sis and i were buds.
her me and our childhood friend were inseperable.
they were the only friends i had really...
til maybe like 3rd grade, with the exception of a few.

but anyway.
we were chill. we were good.
had all the inside jokes and shit.
remember what we'd do to lea everytime we'd pick her up? hehe
ok anyway.
jr high rolls around.
and that friendship starts to fade.
she finds her own peeps.
she doesnt want to be burdened with the silent little bro hangin out cuz he cant get his own friends.
so i get abandoned, of sorts.
we wont get into it.

by high school i got new friends in a new state.
did my own thing, etc.
and now...

you want to hang out again.
but... its like weird now kinda.

this is how most of my relationships go, i feel.
i only get to hang out when they want to.
now you want to.
im not saying thats bad.
and i think you should, cuz we need to get back into the spirit of things, or whatever gay remark you need.
but yeh.

what im trying to say is.....

everyones invited to my 21, except for those few who somehow managed to be born after myself.
work was a bitch.
the only savior was the fucking ball game.
or maybe thats why it was so crowded...
cuz everyone had to get in before it...
hmm.
either way. i deserved the time and a half today.
so call me out.
say what you will..
cuz you all know its my intent to hurt my friends.... or something.
betrayal?
this is seriously stupid.
ok think.
when did i find out?
when did i get called?
what is the timestamp on the blog that no one cares or knows anything about except for two people?

thankyou.
betrayal?
shit.
drunkyness makes you revert to immaturity.
when you were like 7 or shit. playground style.

manuel.
my bad.
its just so fucking weird.
in high school did you ever have other groups of friends?
and when those groups met, at least for me, it was thoroughly odd.

like when shanker interacted with dan and air and keith.
maybe its because im different people among these different groups.
theres different inside jokes, or whatever with each group.

like. one group when i say jaundice, gets a snicker while the other just stares at me stupidly.
but when i say AT THE SAME TIME to the other fucker. they get a giggle (unless its old by now).

maybe i just cant deal with the combining of the two factions.
ohg. shit.
i need sleep.
hate you mon - friday bitches.

i dont have the energy to type much more.
rug-burned and weary like a good drunk me should be.
i wonder why i didnt wrestle in high school.
weigh the good from the bad.

touching many parts of man in skin-tight jumpsuits, or wearing speedos that barely cover man-wang and bending over to initiate the entrance to the calming waters....
hmm. close call.
nearly-naked man won out.
that and water is so peaceful.
just hold your breath under water and feel it consume you.
isnt it so peaceful?

i should shut up now.
people are pissed at me.
see. im socially inept.
i never know what i get myself into.
is that how assholes are made?
im starting to think so.
well. drunk trav thought he had nothing to write about,
but i guess he does.
for one.
that was hella before.
and also. she doesnt know about it. just of it.
no clue, i tell you.
calm down.

my bad if it got you in trouble.

other than that.
weird night.
i meant to ask lea that chix name, but she was in the room the whole time so i couldnt.

i need to sleep.
i hate fuckers that actually get days off.
eat me.
bite me.
your choice.

10.20.2001

tim.
if you look at my july archives...
i think i mention your different selves idea.
damn what a crazy summer.
oh yes.
as megan swears not to read my blog anymore, so goes and gets her own. =P
theres a texaco on fremont thats 10 cents cheaper than the one on 65th.
thats my refill place now... its on the way to work

oh hey, manuel.
.... maybe it was destined to not be....

10.19.2001

Air is where?!
with a what?!??!!!!
SCORE!
this will be me in about a week.
shat-eyed and puke-stained.
but with my fucking party hat on =)
i wonder how much longer i can get As and not even crack open a book or re-read notes.
i have a feeling im about spent.
sitting on my ass, a few stepping stones were had.
partial moving on, partial maturing.
blogger exposes the true self if you let it.
sometimes it hurts, sometimes it pisses people off.
it makes me want to rethink what im writing.
but if this is truely for me, then it wouldnt matter.

but unfortunately there are feelings out there that can be broken.
and since there is such the wide audience, its hard to think or remember that any set of words can hurt.
they need to be carefully placed.
things can be said, and one can read in between the lines.
sometimes theyre right on the money, some times theyre not.
jumping to conclusions is what everyone does.
its a way to visualize results, to know what to look forward to.

...interrupted...

po doesnt fuck around when it comes to j in the c.
we got that ranch in our grubby little palms.

10.18.2001

damn. i was on when i was writing this paper....
i guess i was really inspired.
so im talking to snowflake (as air just called me a fag from upstairs while sleeping),
and she randomly blurts out GONADs and strife.
hehe.
then. she asks if ive seen tunak tunak.
dear sweet jesus.
where has this girl been?
ive learned that i need to run off and do something before i can sit down and focus on schoolwork.....
hmm. maybe this time i'll look for food. (even though i know i dont have any)...
evolution jebe?!
dont EVEN get me started....

oh shit!
english paper!
manuel is thusly amidy-ized....only
SEE!!
wank still calls wank wAnk!!
if i were a crazy person, i'd run up to the islands full of fruits and vegetables in the produce section and just bowl the fuckers over, spilling everything.
...then i'd take some tomatoes and apples and throw them against the wall just to see how they would explode.
not only did manuel help me with my homework, he also helped me blog.
....thanx for the help.... gayfe.
hi my name is travis and i like to play with sticks and berries.
yes. tim.
dont you know pootie is a lot less harsh and actually sounds kinda funny?
but it was a quote, so its ok.

also.
was there a point to all those quotes?
get caHlen outta there!
manuel should be around more often.
then i'd eat a helluva lot better.
tAcos rule.

10.17.2001

lea and ashley is the best pairing of roomates ever.
their house is full of excitement. =)
ha!
you know those fuckers in lab that are also so fucking ahead of everyone else and just blaze through their shit?
THAts me! and asian chic.

she actually reads the lab, which i hate doing. so she just tells me what needs to happen and we both just do it.
quite amazing.
i felt bad cuz i left my old partner hanging, but its kinda like.. everyones just doin what works for them.
i think shes cool with working with other people at her level. i offered for her to join us, but she sed that shed just do it with the other guys.

but yeh. finally. a lab partner i can work with! actually.. not finally.
my o chem partner was cool. he read the labs and shit.
but he didnt always get it.
but it was good enough.

damn. i sound cocky.
its probably just cuz i know what im doin, ya know?
third time around (if you count westmont).

but also. i cant wait til i get to something better than this assed shit.
maybe anatomy.....
i feel jebes link was also intended for amidy.
thats just a thought.

shit! im still up!
fuk those blonde mother fuckers!! i hate them.
wallace fuks.
a serious chunk of the reason that i wear a hat to this day.
hate them. they can burn in hell.
i want nothing, you guys.
fer realz.
remember how i pulled that trick when it was your turn?
chizeckin out airs updated blog.
2 things:
i dont do dishes, i dont make dishes, its an easy philosophy.
or on the rare occasion that i do, i was them right after.
i dont see why thats such a hard concept.
but its understandable when you go all out cooking, but when theres just one dish?!

oh yes.
2) who the fuxors is ben!?
i think hes german or some shit.
i always say i want to get to bed at a semi-decent hour.
...but then 2 o'clock always rolls around....

at least my homework was done way before then tonight.
so i can properly pass the fuck out.

10.16.2001

who the fuck was it who asked me if im scared to drive in the rain?!
i havent herd that crap since i went to school in cali.
got to drive some cool cars cuz of their weak asses though.
piznimpin.
wheres my spanish buddy?!?!
damn you sleep overs.
im hellza jealous. =P

10.15.2001

i want you to leave all my shit be for my birthday =D
i cant ever get what i want when i want it.
but just give it some time, and then when all is passed, and i no longer yearn or need it,
its all up in my face begging for attention.

but i just cant do it.
i look at the past, and its like, why wasnt that a perfectly good time?
and now ive grown too much to think anything good will come of this.


that. or.
i just always want what i cant have, and dont want it when i wait my turn and can.
i dont get bars.
...maybe thats cuz ive never been....
give someone an inch, and they'll take a whole fucking mile.
tim, thanx for the link, but where are the galleries!?

also. im scared.
this spanish old peep of mine is weaseling her way into my social life.
this is no good.
creepy, in fact.

but she digs chix, so i guess she cant be all that bad
YES!
why do i feel like sharing my school life?
ok. deal.

bio: no studying required.
busted outta there first after a half hr.
everyone i talked to except this one asian chic sed it was hard.
i seriously dont get how thats possible, but ok...

so lab after the test.
i hate lab.
ive come to realize that its the same exact shit i did at westmont, but they called it 101 instead of the 201 that it is at shoreline.
i guess no wonder the test was easy, eh?

so anyway, i mentioned that that chic is asian, right? so we all know that that means that shes hella studious.
so i dont have to be the smart one of my group anymore, since she booted into ours.
so basically she can tell whats needed to be done, and i can follow.

it works out well.

im so happy its monday.
this is kinda almost like my friday.
no work after 5 days straight of it, and i just turned in all my shit and took a test.
all the weight's gone, and im sittin here loving life!
well... that is if i had something to do.

oh yes. mariners!
whut!

10.14.2001

as for the stuff still chilling in MY room.
why dont you just get the pods to move it round like you got them to do all that other stuff.
so my laziest. its true.

heh.
look at me bitch about certain other people blogging so much.
hypocritical bastard.
i just love how i dont have to read my own!
BIG eye = po diddy
sometimes.
with no warning.
chix just snap.
and yer like, where the fuck did that come from?

i guess its cuz they didnt get what they wanted.
the similarity that ive noticed thats been prevelant in both the old and new roomate, is that they both are avid MTV watchers.

that is all....
shit. that paper kinda flys by when you actually have an idea...

work: eat me.
everyone decided to shop after the mariner victory. i hate you all.
it was so busy that all 16 registers were blazing and back up to the teets.
it was so bad they were pulling people that normally stock the shelves to come help bag.
but i aint down with that shit.
getting help bagging just cramps my style.

i got a six month evaluation today or whatever.
they pulled me in the backroom and were like.
em. yer good.
service, good.
performance, excellent, but that doesnt mean you can mouth off.

heh.. cuz earlier that day, before i knew i was getting this eval, one of the bosses came up to me.
i had already sent everyone out of my line and on their way while everyone elses line was packed.
so he says. how about you go outside and parcel for a while if youre just standing here bored.
to which i replied. how about you go and look up my items per minute and then you can change your mind about wanting to send me out there.

ha! i loved that. everyone gets away with giving that guy shit though... i guess hes kinda like me, but in the work place.
so during this eval they told me i was doing 674. to this point i had nothing to base it off of. but just before i left today i asked one of the other bosses how i was doing, and he let me compare to the other people.
we only looked at a couple, and granted, he purposely picked the slowest cashiers, but there were like low 400's and the one that i didnt think was possible and still keep your job was a meager 271! jesus christ!
and people opt to get in that line! poor them.
i like watching peoples faces as theyre waiting in a neighboring line, and watch person after person bust outta my line, but theyre all trapped, or dedicated to that line, and they just want to kick themselves and the slow mo fo who will eventually ring them up.

ok. gay.
no one wonders about this shit. no one cares.
but i didnt realize the retardedness that was harboured at that store til today.

also.
where the fuck is manuel?
i booted over there during my lunch break fending off the hordes of darkies, and all for nothing!
i left him a present on his doorknob though, eh?
i am not really awake
as i would work on it more, but i have to get up in 6 and a half hrs.

work is trying to make me fail.
bastards.
hmmm.
as i finally forced myself to become inspired, and i busted out a page and a half of shit.
yes, shit.

i need to do more research, but i wrote down what i could.
im doing it on creationism.
this teacher is going to think im weird and religious, cuz thats what i did my other paper on...
but, dont worry, its about how..... shit. i guess i'll have to explain it in the paper too..
but how christian creationism could just be a fucking lore passed through the ages like any other culture.

din!
B, thanx for the help...

How to Score:

There are two basic ways to score. One method requires apprx. 100g of marijuana, and any girl whose name happens to be Ashleigh.

10.13.2001

oh yes.
also.
i hate all you that get weekends.
or maybe i should elaborate even more:
i hate all you that get a day off to which you can do nothing, or use its entirety as you choose.
i dont get that luxury anymore.

amidy. youre my worst!
FFM.
fuck him.
fuck fred in his old ded ass.
necro style.

not only would they not let me go early tonight, but they held me 11 mins later cuz people dont realize that the store closes at 11... or dont care.

so. tomorrow.
what do i have to do?
work 10:30 - 7:30, finally decide on a topic for my paper, do the paper, study for my bio test on monday, do the final draft of my spanish paper, write up the convos that me and my spanish partner had.
hmm. can i do all that in 24 hrs?
probably not.
fuk.

and you wonder why right before i give in to do something with yall, i say, but i have my paper to do.
fuct.
oh yes.. and bio pre-lab too.
for amidy:

manuel put out his best face when he should have actually put on the punched cheeks.
its oak. he doesnt know any better.

santa anas you guys. my cali (as in fornia, NOT columbia) peeps are such weaksauce.
but they know the in-n-out so good they put him on a shirt!

quit him, you guys.
do it.
cuz you know i also slobberface all over yo momma!
yem.
she cant block the jaundice either!!

also. ashleigh only wanted it back when i sed. helz negro.
its true. boys and girls.

bye w/ bye only.
weekends are weird now.
people kinda boot over, do their own thing, and boot out at will.
cool, but odd.

darkie was SO eye-ing my car tonight.
i had to hurry manuels ass up to go so darkie wouldnt stake a claim or nuthin.
good thing.
he was on the prowl!
um.
pushing carts.
i think i outrank a lot of people there to be pushing carts.
but i guess i need the exercise. cuz otherwise i wouldnt do it myself.....
lightning and shit... pushing metal carts... hmmm.
the lights went out at the store.
but the reserves were up and good in the instant of the flicker.

i was a soggy mess tonight.
but i owned the lot.
the best thing ever is to get two carts together and fucking RUN!
the two counters your fat ass so the cart doesnt flip, and i think its also easier to steer.
wet asphalt helps the slippyness. its good fun.

an old couple got their car stolen just before i went out there.
it took the hot chic cop about an hour and a half to show up.

you know whats weird? do you ever do this?
its like. damn that fucker! why did they do that!?!
then you see that they're hot, and yer just like... oh.. well... it aint their fault (somehow).
and if it was some ugly ass ho you'd be all over their nuts on how dumb they are....

theres a generous amount of both =)

10.12.2001

the nursery or childcare or whatever place is right across from my first class, english.
they got windows all around, so i watch the little kiddies whilst im waiting for the class before mine to get out.
theres this little dood in there daily. what helps me recognize him is due to the fact that he wears a helmet.
a little white, form-fitting, no thicker than probably cardboard, hat that sits on his head and covers his ears.

but. i dont get it. its so thin. maybe its purpose isnt to absorb the shock of a blow to the noggin.
maybe its just... to prevent dents.
in the couple weeks that ive been watching him, ive never seen him fall though.
but he seems to be a happy little bugger....

...ahh... the things one thinks about.....
as air enjoys his present as much as i enjoy mine.
...i feel da luv.
dood. mel. dont wanna argue about it.
but i think its both.
chanukkah is just the real deal jewish way of writing it, i feel. =)

10.11.2001

word to the wise:
never park your shit at manuels.
darkie knows yer there.
darkie will wait til you leave.
darkie will strike.
darkie will have his fat ass on your car when you come out to leave.
fuckin darkie!
move! no biting darkie!
bad darkie! bad!
wheres your yamika?
its time for hanukkah!
shit.
putting things off til you cant possibly put it off anymore (aka: last minute) is dumb.
yet effective.
toilet = fixed
YAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
i know none of yall care.
my bad.
i was fucking paralyzed with a headache last night.
couldnt do anything but try and sleep.
it was the oddest thing.
my right eye just went out of focus. it was annoying as hell.
then it went back to normal but was replaced by that shat headache.
i havent gotten one in a while.
back in the day (elementary school) i used to get them daily.
i got used to them.
so now when i get them, i cant tell if theyre really bad, or if im just not as used to them anymore....
i think this one was a killer though.
usually its just head pain.
but this one felt like there was a fatty weight on my eyes trying to push them down toward my mouth.
no good.
i had to fucking work through it.
killer.

today. i thought it was gone, but as i sit here, attempting to study, i realize its lingering, but not at such an extreme level of pain.
spanish test tomorrow.... who knew?
im so behind.
works in the scene too much. it needs the boot.

some fucker in a motorized wheelchair almost mowed me down today.
hopefully he didnt realize it.
but then, like in elementary school, all those preschool bitches on bikes (tricycles) would aim for your ass as you were walking to the attendance office.
that shit would hurt! kids today are rude.
i watch parents. its no wonder kids are the way they are.
parents are so leniant. they run around the store, touching or breaking everything.
and when some random person says something to the kid, the parents are either unmoved by it, or turn their head in embarrassment and act like they dont know the little brat.
ok.. thats not where i meant for this post to go... but there you have it.

there are some good parents out there. and im thinking that im actually learning some good tips just by watching.
kids CAN be well behaved.

10.10.2001

hmm. yo tim.
i knew this chic at my old freddys who stalked me.
she went to high school with jewel.
sed she was such the bitch.
but she was psycho, (wanted to litter my car with chicken, slash my tires, you know, the usual)
so what does she know?
i had to parcel my last hr.
rainy and shit.
they dont care about my jacketless ass.
this old scrubby guy saw me pushing carts.
looks like you got your work cut out for ya....
he offered me a couple cookies.
what a nice guy.
i go in to get outta the cold, and a few mins later i pop back out.
homeboys way the fuck out there with one of our carts and all his shit in it.
ha! probably taking it to that bridge i always see people sleeping under.
whatever. he can have it. he probably needs it anyway.
and besides. thats one less for me to push =)
oh yeH! trip.
back in HS, we dissected rats.
those fuckers' skulls are tough shit!
i tried to bust into that too, but i only ended up tearing off the jaw and popping an eye out.
ran outta time, or i woulda just smashed it to bits.
i really wanted IN!
hmm. ok.
summers so out.
had to wear a jacket today..
forced myself.
good thing.
it was damn wet out there.
i hate lugging the fucker around when im done with it though.

bio lab:
ramdom people in it that i have no association to, or talk to, or even sit by, come up to my bitch ass to ask me questions.
why not go to the teacher? oh yeh. hes ..... how do i put it lightly? ....a moron.
but fuck. i dont want to be bothered. i just want to get my shit done and get oUT!
how did the pick up on the fact that i know my shit anyway?

.....whenever i get confident like this,
it aLways backfires on me.....
anyone remember this?

10.09.2001

you think snowflakes crazy?
would a crazy person send me this?
i dont want to do my english paper.
um. and amidy.
its not just boys that can smell.
its anyone who has the upper hand.
they do just enough to keep the poor bastard coming back when theyve just about had enough......
heh. manuel sounds like sunday hero, with all this talk of gHey shows.

Air fakes a comeback.

And Calen. i attended this meeting back in westmont on cults. mormonism being one of them.
but... yeh. other than the basics i cant really tell you much more. i had to go to the fucker for skipping chapel too many times.
discouraged.
easily diverted.

make it stop.

10.08.2001

hmm.
happy birthday shanker.
im betting hes tossed.
right about noW.
today was the first time since i believe high school, where i actually felt like running.
after bio lab, i was walking back to my car, and in order to do this, i have to go through a fucking forest.
downhill i go... takes me back to the days of cross-counrty in st. eds. (dan knows what im talkin bout).
its a brisk day, overcast. had just rained, but had stopped. the grounds wet, so theres no dust.
the airs cold, it kinda hurts to breathe, but feeling the air in your lungs is somehow refreshing.

this is the perfect weather.
although sunny ass weather has its time, i prefer this cold, but un-needing of any additional clothing weather....
just enough to where if you keep moving, you'll do fine.
damn. i actually miss running!?
gotta just be the environment. i guess i could go for some hiking as well...

neways.
amidy didnt let me get my shit done til like 2 am. i couldnt print it, so i just now emailed it to my teacher (spanish paper).
my alarm didnt go off this morning, but luckily i did get up in time for my 2nd class... english.

bio labs still retarded. theyre teaching us to use microscopes.
hmmm. if i hadnt taken this class two other times and MICRObiology in high school, then maybe it would have been helpful.
im so anxious when it comes to this shit.
i have to do it all, cuz i know better than my lab partner. im bad. i just want to fucking shove her outta the way and get through it and get OUT.
that aint no good.
she needs to learn this shit too...
my bad.

what you hear?
MOO?

10.07.2001

manuels right.

Ashley and Lea are awesome for continually letting drunken, buffooned asses boot into their place and loiter around while they want to sleep.

bloop!
random, off the wall topic:
yesterday i commented on this black chic co-worker's hair.
i asked her if she dyed it, cuz it was a lot darker than before.
shes like, umm. its a wig.

oh shit. i dont know these things.

its alright. it takes a trained eye
(that was her just being nice for my dumbass.)

this incident reminded me of fucking elementary school.
back in the day of all that mattered was being a fucking teather ball fanatic.

lying at the bottom of the pole, was a braid of hair.
ak! whos losing hair!?
it could only be this one black chix.
who else has black braids?
so we break it to her that her fucking hair fell out.
and shes just like, oh, its just extensions....
extensions??! what the crap is that!?
ah.. to remember when you were introduced to something new about life.
although i dont think i really figured out that extension shit til years later.
but yeah. its all good.
my arm hurts like hell.

misty sux.
who the hell tells you to call them, and then is not there at the pre-indicated time of calling?
as manuel would put it: someone whos giving you the cold teet.

whatever. shes out, shes gone. gotta find other things to keep me occupied at work that aint old ladies...

girls (ok not all) are non-confrontational.
they say, oh yeh. its cool, do whatever you want. but then when you go and do that whatever, it hurts them.
why cant they just out and say it? what is there to lose? is it a fucking game? see how much trust you can muster through trying to confuse him?
yeh. i never got that.
also. theyre idea of dumping (in my experiences) is just to not mention it at all, and then cut off all communication, leaving the guy in the dark.
fuck darkies.

10.06.2001

my biggest pet peeve is wet socks.
i guess thats why those mat thingys were invented.
the ones that air makes you hang up if you share a bathroom with him.

i really dont get it, cuz cant you whipe your shit off before you step outta the shower?
maybe thats just me.....
i LOVE amidys porn so good. =)

10.05.2001

wet.
naked.
hoT!
man down...
random shit you'll hear walking around shoreline campus:

-you cant be a canadian citizen then go for american citizenship, but you can be an american citizen and go for both that and canadian citizenship.

-who walks around with no underwear anyway?

-we dont go anywhere together, he's just my fuck buddy...
weird how jebe dies...
NO SHIT TIM!
all the chix who want some ass are OLD OR MARRIED!
its so weird to think....
i visited my uncle in cali.
met up with my sis.
some weird peep drove me to disneyland, and now she knows my life story, along with some of my good friends.
weirdocity.
i like it.
but now (selfishly) i feel like im having to share this.... cool thing... that i found with everyone else.
and my uniqueness drops.
what is manuel conspiring with wank?
dammit! TELL!

10.04.2001

it catches all:
bad habits, nervous ticks, moments of comfort from seemingly no one knowing what youre up to.
but they get a glimpse.
the fussed hair, the 5 o'clock shadow. that fucking zit that wont go away.

why do you let them see it?
are you trying to prove something?
or do you just try to not think about it?
amidy blames it on charm.
but why the fuck do old chix like me?
i dont do anything different around them than around other chix my age?
i really dont get it.
they get in and go for the kill.
maybe im just innocent and easy.
unknowing, or some shit.
AIRS IN!!!
damn. lovin life.
oh shit.
as i just now get it.
thnx wank

i think i was just looking for the teacher to be wrong.....
cuz shes got no clue.
its obvious she does bio, not chem

(why the fuck was i thinking it started with 2 electrons. that was my whole problem...)
reason why i dont raise my hand in class:
the off chance youre wrong,
everyone pounces on this chance to call you out.....
po's in!
out with misty.

there was a mutual non-acknowledgement for the hour and a half that we worked together tonight.
she was checking, i was parceling.
how sad.
how gay.
i think she works on saturday, then shes out.
not saying a damn word to me.
seems to be the way of the chic.....
or at least the ones im interested in...
out with chem.
sometimes being nice isnt always a good thing.
people get misled unintentionally =P

thats all for now.
air sed he was going to start blogging again. =P

but i guess he got too caught up with eating dicks.
oh wait! he refrained.
that was me and po.
mmmmm....
dicks.......
then my question to you then, wank.
is with this proton of a hydrogen.
when you add it to something like, say chlorine.
should it take one or two electrons?
if it should only take one,
then where the fuck was the other electron hiding on this electronless hydrogen to make it stable and consisting of 2 hydrogens?

10.03.2001

shit.
still being watched.
heh.
kinda like misty.
no love.
oh yes.
something else i wanted to post about.
since we had no teacher today in english, people just sat around talking.

i was in my little corner reading the spanish story i should have read last night.
de un fantasmo.
neway, this group of three chix, (who i found out are in running start =P) were saying how its so dumb that guys only comment chix on physical features.
(yes i was evesdropping)
why cant they comment on our other strong points?
not even fucking ten minutes later, are they talking about boys in their life, and theyre like.
oh my gosh. so-and-so has got the most beautiful eyes ever, theyre blue like yours....
and for another 5 minutes they go off on physical features of boys....
i like then tall dark and handsome, however my current boyfriend is a bit pale....etc etc.

girls are.... well, people in general want things to be a certain way... want what they would think to be "the perfect life/man"
but shit. do they even realize what theyre doing in their own circle of friends?
double standard beeyotches.
theyre oUT.
you guys...
when peeps start out theyre posts like this:
well, it's been a week since my last post (almost.) ,
you know its only leading to trouble.....

anyone checked out matts lately?
fuck fuck fuck mother fuck fuck.

what shit.
i have this theory:
BCC gets all the surplus teachers that couldnt get into the U or where ever else around the state.
but shoreline.
the scraped the bottom of the fucking barrel.

in bio today. the teacher is going over more chemistry.
she does fine until she gets questions. she cant back her shit up.

the first one, she tries and does tell the class that a hydrogen ion is ONLY a proton.
bitch. its got an electron too.
so that pisses me off, cuz shes telling everyone something wrong, but i let it slide.
then the next time, shes talking about carboxylic acids, and someone asks why there cant be two double bonded oxygens.
her response: theoretically it could happen, but.....
OH HELL NAH! NO YOU DIHINT!
that was it. i had to raise my hand for the first time since i think high school....

um. you cant have that molecule because then there'd be 5 bonds to the carbon.

oh yeh.

fuck. this is really simple shit here...

im not saying that teaching aint hard, cuz i know it is.
but you at least gotta know your shit to teach.

i learned how hard it is to teach, cuz today in lab i had to help my lab partner, because basically the teacher knows nothing.
after i left he helped her, and he helped her all wrong, i had to show her what was the right way.... jesus....

oh. and that lab that i finished in one hour... yeh. that was supposed to be a two day lab.. supposed to take 4 hrs.. ha!
i got my lab partner done with hers in a half hr today, and we busted outta there.

they stuck us with a new lab teacher today. one who's never taught the class before. hurr(G)ay!
goddamn.

its sad.
how are people expected to learn?
i do need to get into the U... quickstyle.
but what? are there just going to be TAs trying to teach?
whilst the profs are off doing their own reasearch?
goddammit.
someone teach me.

i loved my o chem teacher.
he knew his shit.
never stumped by a question.

fuck.

oh yeah. and my english teacher didnt show today.
so thankful i had time to do my spanish homework, since i was too busy with this sweetass webcam and video games last night....
rock on.

10.02.2001

fuck.
youre being watched!
be careful....
hey everyone:
dont tell me to fucking smile...
do you sit at your computer with a fatty grin on your face?!
its not like: shit, im on tv!! look at MEEE!!

think about it sometime when youre just sitting there....
are you smiling?
fuck no.
fuk.
ok.
im boring.
HA HA!!!!
couple of things....

first off,
that fan of mine emailed around cuz i havent put my shit out.
silent_bob42@hotmail.com
shes still in! go her! jenny... i believe it is...

secondly, we stopped by office max for the hotties, yet managed to pick up a webcam.
so dan started fucking with it and came up with this.
if you wanna see whats going on in my room within the last minute, cleek on this shit.
its not so exciting..... until after dark. heh.

there will be much assery.
just wait for the parties~!!!!!@%$
ok. so my most favorite spanish word ever would have to be trabajabamos (we worked).
but as for a close second, it would have to be this newly discovered (by me), murcielago.
k. break it down. mur-. possibly from morir, to die. cielo, heavens/sky.
death from the sky?
what does this word mean?
bat.

spanish/latin is fun =)
damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
er..
damn it feels good to have my car back.
the fucking saga has come to an end.
no mo mini.
although shits trying to get at my new, shiny car:
on the freeway. this fatty dumptruck was infront of me.
suddenly a hunk of metal, about a foot by 4 inches and about half and inch thick just hops out of the tall bed.
clang mother fuckin clang. it kept clanging, and bouncing. coming for me.
i swerve to the right. almost hit an indian fucker who's on the phone and didnt even notice that i almost hit him.
.... so i avoided that one.
then (this one really had no danger to my car, but i thought i'd mention it).
im going to PETCO to get a new plant for my fish... ya know, the one on 45th...
the street's busy as always, and im in the suicide lane trying to turn left into the parking lot.
traffic backs up. the first lane leaves me more than enough room to make the turn, but this second bitch on wheels, some middle-aged asian bitch only pulls up like she normally would for a stop.
the person behind her sees the situation and gives the lady more than enough room to back up and give me room.
i see this, motion to the lady, as well as mouth to her, can you back up?
she merely looks at me through her dark sunglasses.
so i go for it.
i get through the first lane, and attempt to squeeze through this bitches small ass hole.
no go.
i reverse to get the better angle.
penetrating.
she only leans forward to watch how close i am getting to her car. what a bitch!
still no attempt to reverse.
so as im right infront of her, my window down, probably only ten feet away, i give her the bird.
fuck her.
if she shows me no courtesy, then she deserves none.
my actions had no affect on her. still the blank, lifeless stare.
does she even know why i did it? probably not.
but maybe it'll give her something to think about....
ima nerd.
does anyone else know how to play freecell?
i just recently started playing on my new computer.
fuckin 20 and 0. damn ive played this shit too much....

10.01.2001

hmm.
i keep thinking about this:
today i had to show my teacher how something was structured.
why again is he the teacher?
....alright alright.... i guess it is a CC.
this is why i do bad in school.
it fucking bores me.
today, bio. she talks about..... water.
oh yes. good shit.

then, in lab, we go over chemistry shit.
they cover my whole organic chemistry class in 30 questions.
no wonder the people are thoroughly confused.
i busted through that shit in just under an hour, while everyone else was still on like 7 or 9.
damn.
i kinda pulled a dick move with my lab partners. i left them hanging, and ran out the door.
i hate being there longer than i have to be.
but i left them all the answers, so hopefully theyre at least somewhat thankful...

its really weird how i talk to those two:
open, freely.
i dont talk to anyone at school.
im also starting to talk to that old chic in my spanish class, cuz the teacher makes us talk in groups and shes always sitting behind me, and theres no one to the right, left or infront of me
(im in the front left corner).
so instead of doing the weekly chats where we get together and shit, we're just emailing shit and writing it down as if we had talked about it.... works for me.
i surprise myself with the amount of knowledge about spanish that apparently just comes outta my ass whenever needed. but im also realizing how rusty i am in other areas, such as knowing which conjuga(y)tion to use in the past tense.

i like writing, but i hate writing on a given topic. what a bastard. heh.

so. i hear my car's fixed. wo0t!
and also, is ashley actually moved in yet?
heh.
i finally met mike. i think hes partially moved in as well.
ok. headin out to good ol' kirkland.
later peeps.
mistys out.
what a... yeh.
for those of you who would like to know:
o chem is a lot more fun than regular assed inorganic chem.
.....at least when you really start getting into it....
i finished my lab just a bit after i woke up this morning, but i put off my paper til just recently.
it was like i got over this one milestone, then was so proud of myself that i really didnt want to partake in the other.
so i played my vids and did some laundry.... shit like that.
then manuel showed up. had some fine dining at this indian place on the ave.
thought i'd have time to get in a little paper-writin before the movie, but no.
so i just had more vids, and caught up with lea.....
booted over to oaktree. that beggar man wasnt there when we showed up.
but was out there working his magic after we left. musta been a dinner break or something....
anyway. zoolander was...dumb, but that was its appeal.
so i sat my ass down and pondered my paper....

one page..... something about the NYC plane shit.... a letter to anyone about the topic....
so, i re-read some shit that my sis had posted, and i responded to that.
thanx dood. i dont watch tv much anymore, let alone the news, so i wasnt well versed in recent acts of terrorism.
but i got it done. its ass, and i refuse to re-write it, cuz i'd be up even later...
but here i am, giving blogger some luv where i could have been upping my grade.
fuck grades.
i learn what i learn, and thats what important to me.
i live up to my capabilities. well. ok. maybe not, but i live up to my standards.
i think i could do better, so i just leave it at that. and know i could do better, but why try to impress other people with it?
i already know what i, myself can do.
and besides. that shits boring and uninteresting to me.
get me a good topic and i'll try not to be up all night looking into it....

what the fuck to do with my life?
megan asked me last night.
"if you could do anything in the world you wanted with no restrictions, what would you do/be?"

i came up with... not as a job, but i'd like to SCUBAdive.
back in archaeology, there was this article i read about scientists that would explore underwater caves in the mediterranean sea that have been covered up since the passing of the ice age.
that seems like cool shit.
i also dig rocks. but that seems so boring...
animals..... plants..... chemistry.....
yeh, science is definately the right direction, but which way?