HAHAHA
so. what do i get for not doing my paper last night?
well.
someone burst a water main,
so the school felt it was unsanitary to not have running water,
therefore, they told everyone to go home while i was in spanish class.
just an hour before i had to turn in the paper.
HAHAHA
i get a whole weekend to do it now!

and what would a good boy do with a chance like this?
write the fuck outta that paper.
but.
i aint that good boy.
i think i'll talk to my beloved meg, and old spanish saint,
then maybe a nap.
oh, what a good day =)

damn.
i just wasted so much time.
i booted my previous score of 40 straight freecell wins to 49.
that makes for a long, unprosperous night.
stupid me.

up and coming?
singer of the week?
did any of you actually meet her other than me?

shat.
uninsprired to write.
i thought this would actually be semi-fun.
but i didnt find a topic that i enjoyed.
it coulda been better than this.

also.
in my state of not wanting to type,
theres a hair that fell from my head that i examined after it looked kinda weird to me.
at the point its very skinny and light. almost blonde, maybe light brown.
but then, at the base, actually like two thirds down, it gets very dark and like twice as thick at the rest of the hair.
also. the light end has a gentle wave/curl, this dark part is all kinked. running my fingers over it its bumpy.
as compared to the lighter side.

is anyone else's hair like this? or am i just weird, and you now know why im always covering that shit up....

hm. others that come out:
some are all light and thin.
some are all dark and thick.
i guess i found the intermediate.

hah.
ima dork.
my bad.
look at the shit i write about.
POOP PISS SHAT OUT.

everyday after school,
i feel the need to take a nap.

always tired.....

this cracks my shit up.
its an ad i found at school:
OPEN WIDE!!!

there are a few that are upset at the uncleanliness,
but yet wont clean anymore.
cuz why clean up what is inevitably going to come back.
and more importantly, not by your own hand.
a couple years ago, this wouldnt bother me, and i would indulge in it.
but maybe this is just too much.
so let it pile high, fuckers!
i'll ride it out.
or maybe you'll push me to do something drastic ;)
your call, bitches.
dirtyass bitches.

oh. and for wank.
the shat part wasnt missing the movie.
it was all the shat things that happened up until we missed it. (which were far more than mentioned.)
but. my memory has failed me, hence my wanting of a blog earlier in life....

you can probably get all that info outta dan though.
hes good at that sorta thing.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!
i have another shat thing to add to the ass that was yesterday.
so i walk in to work today, just before my scheduled 5:15, and
my boss asks.
where were you yesterday? you were supposed to be here at 5:15.
so. what i did was write down the wrong day, so i didnt have to work today,
but i was supposed to work yesterday!
HAHAHAHAH.
shat.
and they didnt call me cuz they couldnt find their employee #'s
so i guess by default im not in as much trouble as i could be.
HAHAHAHAHAH.
so. they sent me home.
i bought a mediocre amount of groceries and went to see if manuel was home.
which.
the fucker never is. i dont know why i bothered.
but. darkie did greet me. hes doin fine, but its fucking cold out.
so. the big boss wasnt there to give me a few words...
and i doubt he'll be there when i work again on saturday.
HA!
i get away with a lot over there.
lovin life.

hm.
this blogger could have been useful back in the day.
recording shitty days.
i remember a day that dan and i had in high school in trying to get to see beavis and butthead the movie at shat parkplace in kirkland.
we ran outta gas on fin hill. got pushed outta the way by a cop who left us hanging.
we went to a friends who was only a couple blocks away.
called his mommy.
found some spare gas.
dumped that shit in and all over ourselves.
made it down there. tickets were sold out.
were supposed to meet people across the street.
booted across on the crosswalk.
almost got run over. a cop saw it and pulled the jackass over.
went to the pizza place.
got no food.
went back to the theatre.
shat outta luck.
shit.
i know there was more.
but that was a while ago.
one of my shattest days ever.
i probably got hit by a penny or some shit that day too.
fuckin redass abe lincoln staring back at me from a welt on my stomach.
see. thats what im talkin about.
reminiscing about assed happenings in the past.
and how much better things are now.

heh.
now im reminded of our trip to potholes.
thats a whole nuther story....
good times.

huh.
i didnt realize it til manuel asked,
but.
what a day:
got woken up at 6:40am.
got up. headed out for school late.
couldnt find my car.
realized that air had moved my car around the corner so the tow truck could get in.
while driving in my iced over car, i almost ran over a pedestrian...by a few feet.
got to class. bored to tears in anthro.
failed a spanish test.
went to my parents to see if mommy could fix my broken hat.
she couldnt.
my dad brought up some hefty money issues... we wont go into that.
my dog started off by licking me, but ended up only wanting to hump.
i went to leave and my key decides to not work in the drivers door.
fuk.
at least theres only about 15 mins left in the day.
nothing else can go bad, from what i see.....

i hate being mean.
especially when i dont want to be.
but.
sometimes its the only way.
ive tried others.
jesus.
it shouldnt have drug on this long.
no good.
im leaving in two months!!!

lots of people have high hopes.
i guess thats why theyre still in college.
yet.
a lot of the people i work with just settle.
...thats their life.. retail.
see.
im not that motivated, but i do know,
that i wont end up with this as my career.
anything else please.
i dont know what.

herbal essence shampoo reminds me of swimming.
back when i was in the water for hrs of every day,
we would try to counteract the effect that chlorine would have on the hair by washing it.
duh.
but the smell just takes me back.
...it was the first time i was exposed to it.
cuz. at first i didnt wash my hair.
but. have you ever rubbed your hair the wrong way?
like.. from the top to the root. resistant and nappy.
thats how your hair would get anyway with all the chlorine, but
it wouldnt get so raped if you took care of it.
so. that dude was nice enough to let me borrow his shampoo.
marc hart.

goddamn i miss those swimming days.
theres just no one/no where to do it anymore.
at least for this lazy ass.
hm. i was my buffest back in jr year of high school.
swimming got my triceps possibly bigger than my biceps.
anyway.
memory lane.
blah.
out.

uh.
that last post was gay.
anyway.
my thoughts today are:
how can someone live without their checkbook?
ive had matts here in my room for about a month now.
but.. i guess he works at a bank, so i would be easily replaceable.
but. what about the fuck who finds the checkbook ;)
heh.
last entry:
Papa John's 12-23-01 for $22.00

would matt like to reclaim his checkbook?
bleh.

my fishes water is shat brown.
i think its been a couple months since i cleaned it last.
i think when i put up chia T was the last time.
shit. they havent gone without a cleaning in over a month before now.
shat.

i enjoy kicking the shit out of an empty gallon bottle of OJ.
its just the right weight, and when kept fully puffed,
its easily booted.
duhm.
what am i doing?
this is stupid.
im tired.
meg aint gettin online.
that must mean shes enjoying herself =)
night all.

heh.
megs at work.
shes got a new person to work with today.
she walks in right as i'm making fun of her name.
but really.. how can you leave ivonna alone?!?!

hopefully she didnt see it.....

ive been doing nothing but bitching or gloating.
im out.....

i want meg back =P

i dont mind people using my shit.
AS LONG AS YOU LEAVE IT HOW YOU FOUND IT!

i only write about manuel cleaning up the house cuz these booted fuckers cant even clean up after themselves.
i can see the sink, cuz who needs to get in there, but the living room... uh.. living room...
like living in their own filth.
its great, i tell you.....

apparently im a homo magnet.
fuck me.

i dont wanna talk about it =P

im bitter

my bad.
but its true.
there are two different types of learning.
i prefer what is set/known, or plausibly can be....

let the darkie rhino's balls hang low.
but may lefty sag a bit more than his counterpart.

whoa.
i knew something my anthro teacher didnt.
i guess it pays off when something like 70% of your college education is in the science fields....

i know significantly more about spanish than your average first year student.
i can easily get a point across and understand others.

people who are 17 and think they know everything cuz theyre in running start,
know very little. an annoying amount of little.


i had this dude at work that i'd talk to some.
but today he went beyond the unset but known lines of cashiering.
i stepped in to help him out, and then he left me hanging.
that shit is unacceptable.
not only cuz he did it just to better his situation,
but also because i could see it in the works and wasnt able to do a damn thing about it.
ive been peeved all the rest of the day.
i took it out on the people that leave the filth around the living room floor.
manuel aint here this time to clean up yo shit, bitches!
have some respect for others that use the fucking room.
and for god sakes! dont leave half eaten food on the cushions!
especially chocolate shit for people to sit on.
jesus christ!

as for the trash. of course, the bitter sign i left up did nothing.
people ignored it and left me to it again.
people only maintain their needs.
mother fuckers.
whoa. tangent.

anyway. this fucker paper should get done.
its just a pain.
not like its hard, just time consuming.
thats when i really just want to say fuck it.

oh well.
work seems to be slowing down after the holiday rush.
and all that seems left to be done is bitching....
go figure..

people may get your back,
but when it comes to responsibility,
many shy away.
i guess its those fuckers that step up when no one else will that you gotta respect...

im doin this fucking paper.
its from the author of moby dick.
ya know, herman melville.
anyway.
this short story also takes place on a ship.
and fuck if it isnt killing me,
out of instinct everytime i go to write ship,
i write shit. cuz. how much more often do i write that than shitp.
see! fuckin did it again.
you quit thinkin about it, and the fingers do the talkin.....

while tending to his shi(t)p....
leaving his shi(t)p behind.....
that has nothing to do with my shi(t)p....
i was born on a pirate shi(t)p....
not letting people get all up on his shi(t)p....

my bad. you got the point many examples ago.

heh.
due to want of procrastinating, i re-read some blogs.
there aint much of anything new out there.
but. heh.
trips in 2nd quarter of ochem.
poor guy.
i wrote down all the reactions i got in that class on my farside calendar.
it spanned from jan 1st to may 17th.
something to look forward to, guy =D

boredom rules.
but right now i gots shit to do.
i just dont wanna.

huh.
after years of having this 11th toenail from my stupid ass doctor botching a ingrown toenail surgery,
i think i finally yanked the fucker out a couple months ago.
theres usually a bulge underneath the big toenail, but it aint there no mo'!
i guess time will tell if the fuckers actually gone after like 5 yrs (?)
doctors suck balls.
im still bitter.
there isnt anything wrong with your chest.
how bout i pound yours til you get an inkling of what im feeling.
jackass.
STILL.
piss.
homework shall be had.
lets start small. español is in.

damnwhat the fuck is this! its even more uncommon than me without a hat.
it just dont look right.
something's....missing....
i cant help but stare.
im an ass.

hm.
ever notice that people will renounce other people or things,
only to in later days/weeks/months/years grow to like the very thing that they despised.
i'd say its hypocritical, but. i guess things just do have the capacity to grow on people.
things like...
ever hear a song on the radio, and you think its ass... course...
but then a week or so later, the fuckers at the radio station are still crankin the same tune!
well.
by then, the funky beat has grown on you, and now you know all the lyrics. go figure....

i know ive done it...
both songs and people.
...people can have the same effect...
different circumstances/environment and whatnot.
oh. and you (generl population) cant say you havent done it,
cuz ive witnessed it!
bitches.
out.

maybe they keep doing it because on rare occasion,
excluding sometimes the upstairs kitchen, do they ever clean up after themselves.
random guests seem to have better cleaning habits than the inhabitants.
whats the deal?

oh. right.
once all of what was meant to go in your mouth is done,
you just drop the remaining scraps and forget about it.

my bad.

gah.
staying up late night.
i'd rather skip school,
but somehow i still make it.
cant miss anthro, oh no.
but i get there, and alls we talk about is DNA.
yeh. the same shit thats been lectured into the ground since 10th grade.
how boring.
i read my book instead.

out.
manuel dick is on megan. i wonder how shes diggin it....
...hmm. shes all smiles.
PENIS PRINT!

orange county dun bin seen.
couple things:
it wasnt what i was expecting, but i thougth it was good for the type of move it turned out to be.
again, just not expecting it....

also.
who the fuck calls where they're from by the county??!
for sure as hell no one from orange county.
they'd say i be from anaheim, bitches. straight outta dih-neyland.

and finally.
i SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD that the school that was supposed to be stanford was in actuality my old alma mater, westmont.
maybe im just hoping, but i swEAR. its the circle right infront of the main offices. i aint talking the shit that burnt down, but the other scence, with jack black and the main dude....

tis all.

irony:
the teacher asked that dumbass what tranquility meant today..
heh.

heh.
has amidy ever seen the stupidity that walks around at a community college?
and.
yes. there are people out there that dont have a clue.
if you want to come into my class, i'll point them out for you.

im bored.
but.
i refuse to do homework.

so. you get forced to interact with your peers in class.
you realize how unlearn-ed they actually are and wonder how they passed english 101 to get into 102.
then. you get to make your way home, and get placed in the bigger scheme of things.
and then its no wonder that everyone on the road is as stupid as the people in your class.
you just have to accept that theyre the majority and EVERYWHERE.

um. what does tranquility mean?
case in point.
thank you, goodnight.

ya know what....

if you ever decide to show your ass over the internet.
make sure other people arent online and also ready and waiting to see that ass....
unless yer into that kinda thing..

sheit.

Q: how do you know when youre a hick?

A: when all the cars in your driveway NEVER move,
and they only number 7 tires.


oh. wait....
hmmm.

some peeps get my password and fuck with my shit.
WTF?!
KEEL.

yo. yes i tell ams fibs. hehehe

that shits true to life:
i am

Needless to say, you are a man of few words. But when you do actually open up, you offer humorous and wise advice to all who surround you. You are known for being the quiet ring leader in hair-brained schemes that always seem to go wrong, but when it really counts you usually hit the nail on the head. You have given the entire male population the best dating council anyone has to offer, and let's not forget, you're an electrical genius. Ultimately, you're just fucking cool. Motherfucker's like McGuyver, no motherfucker's better than McGuyver! Take The "Which Kevin Smith Male Are You?" Quiz!!

stuff:
a full tank of gas only costed $9.16!
my sister says babys can be born without assholes.

i guess anythings possible....

NEW! ace of sp(g)a(y)des.

weird happenings.
earlier today i was thinking about the past..
namely the sleigh.
maybe i'll get into that in a bit.
but something else came up that takes presidence...

ok. so for some unspecified reasons, i was up in my old hood (the house by the mormon church) and i REALLY had to pee.
so. i pulled into the QFC parking lot, the one across from st. ed's, and i went into the attached subway to use their bathroom.
not even paying attention, i try not to make eye contact with the employee and just bust on down to the bathroom which was at the back of the store..
so. then i hear TRAVIS!
huh, wha? the guy working behind the counter was and old co-worker from when i worked at my old freds...
this guy was pretty cool, but he got fired for skimming off the tills...
its really weird. how you come home, and you always run into someone you know...

as for ashleigh.
i was just thinking...
how much of a sucker (for lack of a better word) i am.
see. she dumped me. she tore me to pieces, and now..
she wants to be friends again? i really dont get it....
who, in their right mind, would offer to put themselves back into a situation that they knew previously drained them emotionally?
not that im hooking up with her, or would ever even consider it again, but after you know the capabilities that someone has for inflicting pain... why would you allow yourself to go back to that?

ok. so she apologized.
after going through the death of her best friends mother, she finally realizes what its like to be helpless, to want so much to make someone better, but theres not a damn thing you can do about it...
you just try to relieve their pain in anyway possible, stand by them, constantly support them. put their needs above yours, because they are weak and cant help themselves....
so. she now understands this.
but still. does she know what its like for the person that you put EVERYTHING into to turn their back on you once they are bettering?
see. sadly, and with all due respect, that person did die. and im sorry to hear about it, because she was a very nice little lady, but, she would not bite the hand that fed her, so to speak, she wanted to leave with love spreading to all that were near and close to her..
so. you cant say that you now know what i went through.
oh no.
see, because. there is one level of pain dealing with the loss, the mourning of someone you love going through endless pain.
and there is another level of pain for someone to take and take and shrug of someone like they were no help at all, or even if there was no help, even being there for you. throwing that away like it was nothing...

so. taking all this in mind. why would i subject myself to going back to someone like that? even if they werent really themselves at the time... but apparently, it still is a constant reminder of the possibilities.

this will be the last time i talk about that..
its now, and has been for a while, in the past...........

thats what i was trying to tell her, calen.
but then she kept bringing up the lobsters....
so. we were brought to a new issue.
what about the sexual drive of a fucking male lobster.
thats the question at stake, my man.

where have you been?!

i like anthropology.
particularly the evolutionary studies.
oh amidy,
what have you gotten yourself into?

i know no one will believe me when i say it,
but,
that pile o' shit that was contained in a computer box....
is now GONE, along with the fucking box itself.
its time was up.
it needed to go.
6 months is long time.

but for some reason 84 days seems much, much longer....
damn.

kelso was... small.
seaside was... windy.
long beach was.... just as i had remembered it.
but, nonetheless, a very enjoyable trip.
its only 2 hrs away!

school:
i think i can pull it off.
although i hate having an hour break inbetween two of my classes.
3 hours of school sounds much more appealing than the 4 i have to spend there...

so. without asking the teacher (cuz that aint my style), im trying to figure out how physical anthro (my current class) differs from archaeology (a BCC class i took last spring). well. my thoughts are that since they're both subclassed under just plain anthropology, that they probably just overlap.
ok. now that i have no one's attention...
i will go.
im already enjoying spanish.
cuz the classes that go for multiple quarters always rule, cuz familiar faces are a settling site.
and. english is english.
poop.

dun went to kelso over the past 4 days.....
if you've been wondering where i've been at.
tell ya more about it later......