its a quarter past four and i had some pretty wierd dreams.

dream 1:

i'm walking on the beach only on the shoreline it was all houses, and i just kept walking thru peoples houses. i think this is my own hatred of crowds and people and overpopulation of the earth.

dream 2:

i'm in a living room with a tv couch and video game, my two cousins are there, along with my littlest cousin. the littlest cousin she starts to play and someone shuts off the game and leaves. they badmouth her and i feel bad. its just generally a cruel dream.


strange i wake up again at this time feeling strangely recharged and ready for life.

so grace calls me out of the blue.

its always a monumental occasion when grace calls me out of the blue.

i say so because its when i have talks with her that i learn the most about myself. how far i've come. how messed up my family is. and theres always the semi-flirting, thats nice too.

its like talking to an old friend from grade school. its like resuming a trip around the world.

you just get on your bike and start off where you left.

i know a lot about her, and she knows a lot about me. so theres always a mind game going on about who's in who's territory.

always so open ended though. we both wish we could talk more, but don't say it, well at least i do, she probably calls the next person on her list, while i just go to carl's jr. cuz i'm starving.

Hard-Fi
Cash Machine

Go to a cash machine
To get a ticket home
Message on the screen
Says don't make plans, you're broke
No, no this can't be right
I know that time is tight
I've only just been paid
Three weeks five days, til I'm seen
Right...
No...
I scratch a living, it ain't easy
You know it's a drag
I'm always paying, never make it
But you can't look back
I wonder if I'll ever get
To where I want to be
Better believe it
I'm working for the cash machine

I try to phone a friend
My credit's in the red
I try to skip the fare
Ticket inspector's there
No no, this can't be right
I live an honest life
It seems like sometimes
You don't cross the line
You don't get
By...
No...

I scratch a living, it ain't easy
You know it's a drag
I'm always paying, never make it
But you can't look back
I wonder if I'll ever get
To where I want to be
Better believe it
Yeah...

What am I gonna do
My girlfriend's test turned blue
We tried to play it safe
That night we could not wait
No no, this can't be right
She said it would be alright
I can't afford to be a daddy
So I leave tonight...
No...

I scratch a living, it ain't easy
You know it's a drag
I'm always paying, never make it
But you can't look back
I wonder if I'll ever get
To where I want to be
Better believe it
I'm working for the cash machine
Cash machine
Cash machine ...

There's a hole in my pocket, my pocket, my pocket
There's a hole in my pocket, my pocket, my pocket
There's a hole in my pocket, my pocket, my pocket
There's a hole in my pocket
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

my love is a lifetaker

i can't confront you

i never could do

so try to be cool

got drunk tonight and went to an asian club night at IVAR located in hollywood.
no pictures, but there were honeys

i think in a drunken haze i text messaged laura saying i missed her.

many beers thru my body, i stumbled home. broken and alone, i went to myspace and added 3 new friends.

things i remember about that night that were said:
"dude, its a club, ur bound to bump in a few people"
"would you care to dance? no? then fuck you! i'm mexican anyway!"
"would you care to dance? no. but those girls over there would? oh."
"luke, you gotta use your happa skills, they want you, they need you, just go talk to them."

last one made me shoot out a little whimper of a laugh.

i sloganized my name

the first thre i got were:

The Advertising Slogan Generator
Updated 13th March 2003 : Now with 503 slogans.



Where's The Luke?
Choosy Mothers Choose Luke.
and
Schtop! This Luke is not Ready Yet!

worth about half a second of my time.

life truly is the suck right now.

its 4 hours before i have to go to work again and i'm not asleep yet.

i had work today till midnight and scheduled to open the next day at 10am.

someone out there thinks i'm a bitch. well i have news.

i'm about to chew off my collar.

i might have done the stupidest thing the other day.

i broke up with a girl i had absolutely everything in common with.

its time to tell you who i am again.

i like to look at reflections of crowds of people, but not people themselves.
i perfer the coarseness of sand to the fluff of a pillow
i perfer the coarse grass to the sand
i often take time out of my day to stare blankly at something
i often take leaps and bounds when step by step would have been fine
theres nothing i can't imagine
cold is better than hot
i can wait for a tree to die
i keep things for very long times
dark is better than light
i let people know when things bother me
one perfect thing is worth more than a million imperfect

Fools Garden - Lemon Tree Lyrics

I'm sitting here in a boring room

It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon

I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do

I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you

But nothing ever happens -- and I wonder

I'm driving around in my car

I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far

I'd like to change my point of view

I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for you

But nothing ever happens, and I wonder

(Chorus)
I wonder how, I wonder why

Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky

And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree

I'm turning my head up and down

I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around

And all that I can see is just a yellow (another) lemon tree

La, la da dee da, etc.
....................................
And all that I can see
And all that I can see (dit dit dit)
And all that I can see is just a FUCKING yellow lemon tree

a poem

do i trust my mind or your lips?
i try to listen to reason but all i hear is a kiss

just what am i asking for
an angel above or my heart on the floor

do i trust my heart or your words

still working on the rest....

my mom calls at 10 pm. its midnight her time.

she's been robbed. by a 62 year old lady.

the old lady she was living with changed all the locks and is keeping her tv, collection of dvds and cds, perfumes, and all her possesions.

my mom just kept saying, why do bad things happen to good people?

we went thru the facts that she had rent reciepts and that she could take her to court. but that doesnt change the fact that until after the court hearing that lady still has my moms stuff, and theres no way for my mom to prove that was her stuff.
she'd probably lose the case.

mom kept crying.

i started to cry a little too.

i had a 40 minute conversation with myself today.

i was sitting across a table from myself at starbucks.

i had a chai latte and the other me had a carmel frap, extra caramel.

i tried to think of whats universal in life, i've heard a few things.

1. perception is reality
2. wherever you go, there you are.
3. whatever you do, you did it.
4. we all want the same things in life, we just argue about what we call them.

upper back pain and 2 grey hairs? wtf i can't be that old.

alright time to get blogging.

i haven't really updated in like a month, so i guess its time to remind myself whats up.

current fetishes:
cream soda.
technics turntables.
using anti virus software.
doing online surveys for benifits.

i still only have one class at CSUN and i'm barely passing. i feel like a semi-failure. but i'm doing really well at work. promotion coming my way.

anyway. the coast guard is coming up soon isn't it. well it was nice knowing you all.....

headaches.

overworked.

a day off.

non-updated.

party.

so another day down the drain.

i had a huuuuuuge craving for swedish meatball tv dinners. so i went down to the store and bought 20, yes twenty, of them. my mommy says i'm all grown up and i can buy anything i want to.

and i eventually did sell my dreams to pay the parking tickets. i sold ALL my equipment except the lighting to mark, a handicapped guy who works at my best buy. he thinks i jipped him, but my conscience knows he got the way better deal, so whatever. 625 bucks, a keyboard, a sampler, and a digital multitracker, you go figure. that is, if u know what a digital multitracker is.

i also got a catalytic convertor replaced under my car. if you know what a catalytic convertor is.

ok ok, its a thing about the size of a breadbox that controls your smog. and i passed the smog test! yay! i can drive my car for 2 more years before testing again and failing!

when i was in the grocery store stuffing my hand basket with swedish meatballs, i saw a kid walking with his mother, a woman a little bit shorter than i, almost dragging the kid by his hand. i thought to myself, this here is a nice lady, despite the scowl of impatience and double scowl of exhaustion on her face. she has a kid, and the kid is just following her with his head cocked to the side asking for everything he sees, a jar of jam, a loaf of french bread, and a gallon of juice.

i thought to myself, how does one acquire boobs the size of my head? if i was the kid i'd follow her around too.

you see, women come up to me all the time at best buy offering to give oral pleasure to fix their computers. its then that i say nay, i am just a simple man. i just find it funny the way i am teased at work contantly for being a geek, women obviously play the part of beauty sometimes, but i'm definitely getting kind of tired being called a geek.

had like the longest day ever yesterday. for about 12 hours i fixed computers. for the first time in my life i think i dont want to see another computer ever again, but here i am, typing my ass off, (thunk) see there it goes.

when you don't see someone in a couple years, how are you supposed to respond when you see them and they tell you about a huge adventure in another country, then they ask you, what did you do?

i fucking need a vacation. or maybe i just need to do something. either way its gonna cost money and i already sold both of my arms.

just realizing that one of the best feelings of my life and one of the worst was when my ex told me her boyfriend cheated on her.

the best because maybe she finally got caught up with some of the karma she owed from me.

the worst because i honestly wanted the best for her.

the heart isn't a complicated organ, it pumps blood in one way, and out the other. but the symbolization is complex and infinite.

dude

been working every weekday, so now i only have weekends to do this stupid thing.

remember that tv show "Sister Sister"? i am fixing Tia's hp laptop.

ever hear of the other tv "Beauty and the Geek"? a casting director gave me her card and told me to go to a casting call.

AngRogue02 (11:28:23 PM): HEY one of the crazy homeless people came in today
AngRogue02 (11:28:31 PM): he asked me for black tea
AngRogue02 (11:28:43 PM): then he ripped open the bag, rolled it in toilet paper, walked outside and smoked it
wheresmyricebowl (11:29:22 PM): LOL

so my car got towed.

its like tradition. every car i own has to be towed at least once.

so my granpa bailed me out.... literally.

and now i have to sell my recording equipment i was using to make songs.

selling my dreams to pay for parking tickets.

good name for a band.

"Butterphingers (11:29:20 PM): the next night we woke up and hung out near the poo"

THRICE LYRICS

"Stare At The Sun"

I sit here clutching useless lists
And keys for doors that don't exist
I crack my teeth on pearls
I tear into the history
Show me what it means to me in this world
Yeah in this world

'Cause I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
Till I understand or go blind

i can't believe that you're wasting my time.

i go to your website and its just "Out of Sight, Out of mind".

with some stupid song in the background.

you're not interesting anymore.

a book of suicide notes i read at angela's place.

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewwork.asp?id=13221

its either hate, love, depression, or anger that turns people.

i guess those are the four winds that blow us in certain directions.

You're standing there alone
And so am I
But I want you here
By my side
Your smile at me
Is everything
The staring game
That song of love.

so i'm at work yesterday, and not getting paid for it mind u, just to be nice to this guy who works there. and lo and behold, i make a new friend.

we go to sanamluang, i meet his whole family, he's philipino, so i cursed him because he knows philipinas.

then i grab my guitar and we jam, looks like we got a new band! emo, his cousin sings.

philipinos keep the fridge stocked on my favorite beer, MGD.

any ideas on band names? leave comments if u wish.

my dad bought an apple G4. ARGH.

i'm still having probs getting my licence unsuspended. double ARGH.

still having probs getting my car registered. triple ARGH.

still having probs with fish dying. mini-ARGH.

expecting one GIBUNGUS check from best buy soon, i need it.

money is tight, which makes my belt tight, which isn't very tight at all.

i realize guys usually have a sexual thought every 5-15 seconds.

my goal in life is to bring it down to about 1 every minute or something.

wheresmyricebowl (8:57:30 PM): haha lol
wheresmyricebowl (8:57:39 PM): lol that was redundant....
wheresmyricebowl (8:57:48 PM): lol haha
wheresmyricebowl (8:57:52 PM): omg..............................

5 simple but wierd joys. a luke production.

5. going to school on a saturday, then remembering its a saturday. this isn't really a pure joy, because u feel stupid a little.

4. getting a new pet, and naming it something stupid.

3. walking with duck steps to the cubboard or cabinet where you keep the toilet paper after you run out. its across the bathroom, and you feel stupid for a little while, but eventually you get there, and joy.

2. listening to a song and realizing its real good, possibly by downloading the wrong song stupidly. keeping it to yourself.

1. the all powerful curly fry in a bag of regular fries. someone's stupid mistake.



henceforth, all joy comes from somebody doing something stupid.

its a rainy night.

the drops hit cold and hard.

the tryptamine starts working, then i start talking.

why does love sometimes feel like you've lost everything?

religion.

i downloaded a bible online.

reading it is pretty cool. it says something like a 6 headed dragon is supposed to come at the end of the world.

poem about recent life, or lack thereof:

on the way home from work i pass a gravestone maker
and i realize its been some time since i've laughed real hard
the crab laughs and the tiger flies
you killed it before it was born
you killed it before it was born

you can't give me the credit i so much deserve
you could have what you wanted if you just had the nerve
one thing is done and the other is gone
one thing is done and the other is gone

i stopped to read a book
and when i looked up you weren't there
i looked back down and you were in the pages

being sober sucks.

worked on the car yesterday. my nails are still filthy.

i noticed i haven't said much about angela, even though she says a lot about me.

it feels kind of wierd owning someone elses car. i find the previous owner's school ID, her lifeguard ID, and her little stuffed puppy. then i find her weed stains, to do book filled with "nails" and "hair", "jon", "mike" and "playboy".

i throw the stuff in the garbage and continue working on the car.

what do you do when you're fucking tired.

its bad when your to do list is more than 1 page long.

so i decided to do something about it.

i bought a car. one thing out of the way.

91 celica. from a police auction. 600 bucks.

one thing out of the way.

thinking random thoughts.

i havent had a chance to tell you how its going in a while.

i no longer drive 50 miles to work anymore. now i drive like 5. and its a totally better tupac environment now.

i've gotten so used to driving my dad's car, that when i drive other cars, i try to change the gears with the windshield wiper lever.

i have new pets. fish. 2 died. 1 crab got out of the aquarium and my roomate thought it was a bug and killed it.

andy milinakis show. random. good.
r-kelly. likes pee. bad.

my list of things to do grows longer by the day, and i just look at it with the kind of self-remorse and loathing that only a true procrastinator can.

hi, i'm Funky Frickensprinkles.

( found on myspace )



A. Follow the instructions to find your new name.

B. Once you have your new name, put it in the subject box and forward
it to friends and family and co-workers. Don't forget to forward it back to
the person who sent it to you, so they know you participated.

And don't go all adult - a senior manager is now known far and wide
as Dorky Gizzardsniffer.

The following is an excerpt from a children's book, "Captain Underpants
And the Perilous Plot Professor Poopypants" by Dave Pilkey, in which the
evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names...

1. Use the third letter of your first name to determine your new
first name:

a = snickle
b = doombah
c = goober
d = cheesey
e = crusty
f = greasy
g = dumbo
h = farcus
i = dorky
j = doofus
k = funky
l = boobie
m = sleezy
n = sloopy
o = fluffy
p = stinky
q = slimy
r = dorfus
s = snooty
t = tootsie
u = dipsy
v = sneezy
w = liver
x = skippy
y = dinky
z = zippy

2. Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first
half of your new last name:

a = dippin
b = feather
c = batty
d = burger
e = chicken
f = barffy
g = lizard
h = waffle
i = farkle
j = monkey
k = flippin
l = fricken
m = bubble
n = rhino
o = potty
p = hamster
q = buckle
r = gizzard
s = lickin
t = snickle
u = chuckle
v =pickle
w = hubble
x = dingle
y = gorilla
z = girdle

3. Use the third letter of your last name to determine the second
half of your new last name:
a = butt
b = boob
c = face
d = nose
e = hump
f = breath
g = pants
h = shorts
i = lips
j = honker
k = head
l = tush
m = chunks
n = dunkin
o = brains
p = biscuits
q = toes
r = doodle
s = fanny
t = sniffer
u = sprinkles
v = frack
w = squirt
x = humperdinck
y = hiney
z = juice

Thus, for example, George W. Bush's new name is: Fluffy Chucklefanny.
And Bill Clinton's is: Boobie Frickenlips -- how appropriate is that!!!!

Damn.... if i had changed my last name already i'd be Funky Dippindunkin!!!!!!!

freakin eric......

sexynojutsu86 (11:18:33 PM): hey
sexynojutsu86 (11:18:34 PM): yo
wheresmyricebowl (11:18:39 PM): whats up gayface
sexynojutsu86 (11:18:46 PM): you want to play some warcraft
sexynojutsu86 (11:18:48 PM): dude
wheresmyricebowl (11:18:52 PM): lol
sexynojutsu86 (11:18:53 PM): the funniest shit happened today
wheresmyricebowl (11:18:55 PM): sup
sexynojutsu86 (11:19:00 PM): my dad got sicl
sexynojutsu86 (11:19:10 PM): and guess what medicine the doc gave him
sexynojutsu86 (11:19:17 PM): and he brought it home too
sexynojutsu86 (11:19:18 PM): LOL
wheresmyricebowl (11:19:31 PM): sicl?
sexynojutsu86 (11:19:36 PM): well
wheresmyricebowl (11:19:36 PM): sickle cell?
sexynojutsu86 (11:19:41 PM): i dont know what he brought home
sexynojutsu86 (11:19:47 PM): but he brought marijuana
sexynojutsu86 (11:19:49 PM): LOL
wheresmyricebowl (11:19:53 PM): LOLOL
sexynojutsu86 (11:19:58 PM): and he was smoking it in front of me
sexynojutsu86 (11:20:02 PM): i went downstairs and i was like
sexynojutsu86 (11:20:05 PM): wtf is this smell
sexynojutsu86 (11:20:10 PM): smells like marijuana
sexynojutsu86 (11:20:10 PM): and
sexynojutsu86 (11:20:11 PM): then
wheresmyricebowl (11:20:11 PM): hahahahahaha
sexynojutsu86 (11:20:12 PM): i looked
wheresmyricebowl (11:20:21 PM): dude u get another post in my blog
sexynojutsu86 (11:20:24 PM): and i saw my dad with a huge ass bag of marijuana
sexynojutsu86 (11:20:24 PM): LOL
wheresmyricebowl (11:20:26 PM): ur family is fucked up!
sexynojutsu86 (11:20:32 PM): not fucked up
sexynojutsu86 (11:20:34 PM): just high

here's proof via eric that:

1. white girls can be hot
2. french girls aren't hairy
3. booty shaking can be non-slutty ( ahem, booty shaking commences at around 3:10 on the video...... don't ask me how i know....... )


http://www.ryoni.com/news/136/ARTICLE/1473/2005-07-12.html?sid=93632d71431a619ae07fabb68ebbd103

notice lack of posts lately? i read about my life thru someone elses posts. lol.

i found a new diet.

its called the fear factor diet.
right when u feel hungry, watch fear factor, and hopefully they will be eating something gross, like last night they were eating pizzas made out of week old cheese, mealworm toppings, and coagulated blood pizza sauce.

otherwise i eat pretty much sunflower seeds and corn dogs.

"i love the way you smack my ass"
a poem made from various song lyrics,
a luke creation






i love the the way you smack my ass.

i love the way you look at me,
you lock me up inside your dirty cage,
while i'm alone inside my mind,
although it might be crass,

i love the way you smack my ass.

And you used to be so sweet I heard you say,
That my love was an addiction,
When we cling our love is strong,
altough it may or may not last,

i love the way you smack my ass.

When you go you’re gone forever,
And it's keeping me awake,
Can you feel it beating?
Sinking like a weight into the water cast,

i love the way you smack my ass.

while you're listening to Alice Deejay - Will I Ever? (Fall in Love)

i'm going to tell you about my short term plans. short term as my memory, long term as the drosophilia melanogaster.

about now, you should be hearing the "boop boop beep beep"'s that are common in the alice deejay songs.

this friday, Hurricane Harbor. if I haven't invited you, that means you smell like something fierce. jk, invite yourself, call 818 458 7069 for the party hotline. but please, don't ask for a mariachi band. drives me nuts.

about now, you should be hearing "na na na na na, way ohhhhh"

in two weeks, i transfer to Best Buy in westwood. 1/6th of the distance to work i drive now. and 5/6ths closer to Angela. round up and she's number 1.

about now, Alice Deejay should be asking you a question you wouldn't give a fuck about.

i cut my hair. my neighbor said i look like a soldier, to which i responded, yeah check out my "bling bling", and flashed my broken cell phone (the only thing i own that is silver). to which he responded, i meant the kind in the army, dumbface.

thats the end of the song, dumbface.

how i felt pretty much about a girl that was in my life:

I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy A place for my head
Maybe someday I'll be just like you, and
Step on people like you do and
Run away the people I thought I knew
I remember back then who you were
You used to be calm, used to be strong
Used to be generous, but you should've known
That you'd wear out your welcome
Now you see how quiet it is, all alone

yay i've become a bold monkey. i shouldn't have to, because my words should hit hard at any given time.

Your Type is
INFP

Introverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiving

Strength of the preferences %

Introverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiving
33% 25% 38% 11%

You are a Healer Idealist.

Healer Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in striving for their ends, and informative and introverted in their interpersonal relations. Healer present a seemingly tranquil, and noticiably pleasant face to the world, and though to all appearances they might seem reserved, and even shy, on the inside they are anything but reserved, having a capacity for caring not always found in other types. They care deeply-indeed, passionately-about a few special persons or a favorite cause, and their fervent aim is to bring peace and integrity to their loved ones and the world.
...........................makes me sound like a pansy!

hey there.

thought i might say something about the ELECTRONIC DAISY FLOWER ELECTRONICA FESTIVAL OF THE MOST RIDICULUS NAME EVER rave.

its nice to go on an adventure once in a while. but this adventure should have been taken drunk. still i learned a lot about my other. she makes me laugh like no other, and she's the only one who can kill me in the games i play.

saw firebreathers, half naked people on E. saw myself sweating bullets in the line of the first carnival ride, did she notice? after that first ride everything else was cheesecake. saw the entire population of one small town inside a weinerschnitzel.

slow things down or speed them up? life is about seeing things isn't it. we don't go thru life wanting to hear about things. firsthand, you're there, thats what matters. to be able to describe the puke you saw gushing out of someones mouth, now you can say that was a party.

random thing of the moment: how come in the song "maria" by blondie the singer says "she doesn't know your name, and your heart beats like a subway train." i mean, its a pretty cool lyric until you realize WTF?! a subway train doesn't beat in anyway shape or form!

i have to nominate myself as the best idea person. but not for these following reasons, these are just some new whack million dollar ideas. ask angela for details.

chocolate flavored bubble gum
drive thru food service semi truck on the freeway.
eat nothing but kellogg's total 100% cereal for a while, then sue them when you're body starts looking wierd.

i've been playing battlefield 2 so much lately, its only a matter of time i start hiding under tables in my apartment with breadsticks as 9mm pistols.

got this list from myspace, yeah, wow, its actually good for something, i know.

its not the whole list, because most suck after where i cut from

----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------
From: [ J - A - N - Y ] ™
Date: Jun 21, 2005 1:12 PM

It's simple! Take a movie title and change one word in the title to penis! Just dont do 1 word titles cuz thats just boring.

here's a few because i was bored....

love penis (love actually)- luke
penis actually (love actually) - luke
meet joe penis (meet joe black) -luke's funniest? (read it again if you don't get it....)

penis master (drunken master) - luke
penis-man (spider-man) -luke
spider-penis (spider-man) luke
penis harbor (pearl harbor) - luke (just imagine a harbor full of penises!)
y tu penis tambien (y tu mama tambien) -luke



Remember, dont reply. Just post a new bulletin, copy, and paste!!!


1.Allison--The Penis King lol (The Lion King)
2.Greg= the longest penis (the longest yard)]
3. Megin- The penis next door ( the girl nx door)
4. Hayley- James and the giant penis (James and the giant peach)
5.Megan- bringing down the penis [ bringing down the house ]
6. napoleon penis( napoleon dynamite)
7.the little penis ( the little mermaid)
8. dR.pENIS (Dr. Dolittle)
9. Freaky penis (freaky friday)
10. Rocky horror penis show (rocky horror picture show) lol IDK
11.Brandon-Teenage Mutant Ninja Penis(Ninja Turtles)LMAO
12.the penisvill horror (the amittyvill horror)
13. Mark- Penis (Pie)
14. Staci - A Penis to Remember (A Walk to Remember)
15. Mari- The sisterhood of the traveling penis
16. Andrea B: Schindler's penis (Schindler's List) lmao
17. Monica- the little penis (the little mermaid)
18.Charlie-Charlie and the penis factorie (Charlie and the chocolate factorie)
19 ashley a pienis to remember(a walk to remember)
20.Christine-Finding Penisland (finding neverland)
21. Justin - cinderellas penis (cinderella man)
22. Kim - Any givin penis (any givin sunday)
23.Anne-Finding Penis((Finding Nemo))
24. Cathy - Dude wheres my penis?? (dude wheres my car)

oh? wondering what i'm doing up this early? i played so much guild wars yesterday i got a headache and fell asleep, so now i wake at an odd hour for myself.

angela's aim messages still on the screen blinking at me. what a putz i am.

oh yeah, promised i'd say more about her huh...

we like all the same stuff. which is the first in the history of mankind for this man. same beer, same games, same songs, same foods, same lame jokes.

did i mention she plays video games? yes sometimes even more than i do, which just makes her all the hotter.

did i mention she's hot? even so there are a few things we disagree on....

car...

i guess you can change few things, to "one" thing, lol. i don't see the big deal about suburu at all. at all.....

well i guess thats about it. she hasn't seen a lot of the same movies i've seen, but that can be remedied. ::imagines holding her eyelids open to watch wayne's world and bill and teds adventures::

i guess i'll go see what the fuck is on tv at this hour nowadays, haven't been up this early since like sophomore high school.

i finally hunkered down and read angela's livejournal. all of it.

well i guess i can stop worrying about jinxing it.

if she said it, i can say it too,
...me and angela are boyfriend/girlfriend.

an "item".
but not really an item for sale. just an item. maybe a hot item.

she's the coolest, and i'm really glad she told me her site. its really interesting even for a rant/rave/complain/bored style.

i've been missing her while she's away, though i never say it. whats the use if theres nothing you can do about it. why carve the pumpkin if its already a jackolantern?

about her? well, you'll just have to read about it next time...

went to activision for another interview today.

when you find your dream-job, you can't help from singing all the way home.

i'm there on the second floor. i don't know if you've ever seen the movie "Toys", but here's the scene-- a warehouse full of computer desktops and monitors.

a dimly lit haze breaks slightly to reveal a man who extends a hand out to shake my hand, and i take it like a beggar takes bread.

they have the most jenkiest version of street fighter in the break room, its a version where the fireballs can go up and down.

anyway. i walk past a few stations where a few people are playing furiously, and a few more where the people are just playing very casually, a soda on each side of their desk, both open and looking recent, like theres still half the contents inside.

nobody looks up, as i pass by, it just looks fun. a rifle scope is all thats on one abandoned screen.

and the location? 3100 Ocean Park avenue. santa monica. sweet sweet ocean air kisses my face as i leave the interview.

and life is good.

http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=Super_Bowl_Commercial_7

best commercial ever? i think so!

http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=hahahomie

kung fu guy looks like he's fooling around until......

woman came in to best buy today.

twice my age. but still had a charm.

i was in the paper shredder aisle.

she said, what nationality are you?

i said i was half thai half white.

she said i was handsome.

i said that made me uncomfortable.

i stammered for about 5 minutes while she grinned.

she finally said, cute boy, you look like your blushing.

i said, are you comming.... on to me?

she said, yes i am.

i stammered for another 5 minutes, then said i'll get someone else to help her.

someone who knows more about paper shredders.

i had another dose of awesome the other day.

i played street fighter and nobody complained.

if you are going somewhere, and are already there, is it tactful to call someone and say you're there, when they aren't there?

i take that as a sort of slap in the face.

when i take slaps in the face, i don't get angry. i don't slap back. i just walk away.

i nod my head. i might try to say something like, why did you slap me in the face? but in the end i just walk away.

i just walk away.

quotes of things i've said myself and heard, can you guess which ones i've said?

dont play handball against the drapes.

2 hands working hard can do more than 1 thousand clasped in prayer.

if its too far to fly, its too far to walk.

unless someone holds a gun to your head, its free will. cuz you know you'd probably suck a dick if someone was holding a gun to your head.

even a blind squirrel gets a nut sometimes.

i had a macho burrito today, then i took a macho shit.

i was like, unhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

fucking gargamel.

((( answer: they are all mine except the hands clasped in prayer thing, thats Neiztche )))

a poem.


the streets are bright, with many lights, it looks like daytime in my eyes.

so many people, all around, and many noises, very loud.

i start to sigh and take a walk, i see them smile, i see them talk.

and in the sky, so dark and blue, i see the stars, and i see you.

as time goes by, i don't care, i keep on walking, not knowing where.

all the sudden, no-ones around me, and it feels good. the night is young, i'm in the mood.

the club i entered, has a beat, but no dj working, in the heat.

nobody standing, in this place. the room is dead, all there is, just space.

but, i'm surrounded by, night life.

todays post is about working out.

i just know theres got to be some perv girls out there that stare at guys butts just as much as we stare at theirs.

in fact, all the gym is is 2 hours of butt-staring and sweating.

which is pretty much what could happen during sex.

butt-staring aside, i have tiny forearms. i wish i had massive popeye forearms that knock over tables as i walk by. but i bet if i had them i'd wish i had computer nerd forearms.

forearms are my "fore"-most concern. with abs at a close second. i have good abs some mornings. other times i have a ramen belly.

my workouts are intense, sweat dripping ordeals in which afterwards every inch of my body feels like a concrete flatener rolled over them.

i'm a traditionalist. i choose to run rather than do the gay stairmasters or rolling crosstrainermasters or crapmasters or whatever. if i'm feeling saucy i'll to the bike.

a lot of my workout is a battle against my own wieght. i do pull ups, push ups, butt ups, and dick ups. errr um, nvm.

i try to do isometrics. thats when your muscles work against themselves. for example, push one palm of your hand against the other. these are the only worthwhile excercises to do in outer space, btw. when in rome, do what the astronauts do.

http://www.backstage.com/backstage/news/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1000946945

http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/wireStory?id=824557

http://www.computerworld.com/hardwaretopics/hardware/story/0,10801,102293,00.html

sometimes i forget i'm still awake. i fuck up and say these things out loud.

i had another glimpse into the universe the other day. don't ask me how.

but basically i was postulating that since the universe is infinite, and the number pi is infinite, that the universe is a circle.

now, when we're born into the circle, we're on the edge, and in life our circle is only so big, once we pass the center thats half of our life gone.

the universe and life are tightly knit.

now, there are waves within this circle. waves that disrupt our path. when we have near death experiences close to death, or sleep and dream, or get too high.

some people have certain religions that take them around endlessly inside the circle. religions where you keep getting born into different lives. you could be born as an animal. you just orbit inside the circle.

maybe theres a balance. i have to figure more out. i'll get back to you.

still not going to jinx it
get your comments in while you can, people. its become a fad, i'm taking off the comment thingamagigglerbobklajsldjasd

a girl fell out a second story window onto her neck.

i was the first to call 911.

here i go dissapointing people and being gay again.

being gay literally. went to mickeys on santa monica blvd. this would be my 3rd time.

this short pan-hispanic guy started rubbing his butt on me, then a guy got me from behind, and before i knew it i was in a gay sandwich. they should have held the luke tho. no wait. they shouldn't. bad pun. arghhhhh.

at least this 30 year old drunk girl told me i was handsome by the end of the night. then promptly ran away. perhaps to the bathroom to throw up. perhaps to hit on the next "fake gay guy" in line.

anyway. something always happens there. i'd rather take the slaps on the ass than a gay sanwich tho.

::authors note.... i am not gay, but my roommate is, he invited me to the forementioned thing, all expenses paid, so i went, like a dumbass::

i'm a hair smeller.
and a hair player. i can't stop messing with her hair.

maybe i'm even a bit of a prude.

well its been what, a year and a half. maybe i'm rusty.

kisses on the cheek are more like faces landing on my lips. but when things feel right you don't need to feel anything but the simpleness of not being wrong.

falling. in. something. but not that.

not gonna say much. i totally don't want to jinx it.
but.... i never want to forget meeting her or the stuff we did together.
maybe she'll write it down in her blog. thats all i can hope for.

the best parts are the parts i can't say. but i'll have to.

the similarities in personality and likes are uncanny.

i'm totally being non-chalant about it tho. probably the most unromantic i've ever been in my life. i'm not putting in enough effort. i will though. it will pay off if she hangs around long enough.

like likes like.

pretty universal.

opposites only attract in physics. and stephen hawking has already proven physics is so flawed.

the property of like. one letter off my name transforms me into like. two letters off and i'm love.

your love. there are many like it. but there is only one that is yours.
until you find it, satisfaction is only taken away from you and never given.
deep oceans crossed and hurricanes come to mind as loves we find along the way.

so far behind are those things. and if some damn oceanographer hadn't taken the pictures would be no evidence their existance.

talking it on here jinxes it. so say no more on here will i.

as a biologist. i have found their answers to the simple questions of life.

its in the study guide.

24) Why do we seek mates, love our children and nurture their development?
a) we inherited such traits from ancestors who successfully reproduced, and such traits were helpful in ensuring their lifetime inclusive fitness

22) Why do we grow old and die?
c) because selection maximizes fitness, not longevity

21) Who are you and why are you here?
a) I am one of about 6 billion Homo sapiens, a hominid primate, here because my ancestors reproduced successfully

drunk off my ass again.

jong came back. we celebrated.

hookah and beer. i am probably being shunned by a certain other group of friends, but fuckem.

its a common occurence for me to run my fucking mouth. its in the contract. shouldn't be fine print, bold face.

fuck you all you fucking people who can't take the truth being told about you.

damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

:D

strangest dream the other day.

i dreamt i was god and produced hundreds of headless kittens. they all functioned fine, except they were headless. i'm not sure if you could hear them "meow" or not. maybe the meow came from somewhere inside their body like another tiny kitten inside the kitten trapped trying to get out of its stomach.

on the good side i havent had that dirt bike dream in a while.

the one where i'm in the desert like the one at my old old house. i just keep making jumps with a dirt bike... eventually my friends find me. after years. like 10 years pass. rip van winkle. they find me and ask what i've been doing all these years. some are crying.

and i just say, "just doing jumps". "just doing jumps".

antique posts, because you know you like it.

Friday, February 28, 2003
You should talk to me on AIM, i might say something stupid like this!

sailorsMoOn: so what kinda fun things do u have planned for this weekend?
CuteSamurai: well
CuteSamurai: band practice hopefully
CuteSamurai: and i might be starting my own fart!
CuteSamurai: i mean....FRAT
CuteSamurai: LOLOLOL

posted by luke at 7:56 PM

Enjoy my ramen haiku:

Ramen, my soul food
Boils happily in a pot
I eat it, such joy!

and if you don't like ramen, you suck!

someone threw a penny in my fountain of youth.

feels like i fell asleep on my brain.

currently addicted to:
lux (risk-like video game)
gish (sonic the hedgehog with slow speeds and a blob)
gas station drinks (thats what i call them, any novelty drink like yoo-hoo)
digitally imported (vocal trace radio station on winamp)
dota (as usual)
various nuts
various sunflower seeds
toasted bagels @ the mercantile @ csun
crack cocaine (its a wonderful drug)

got an interview at disney on weds.

on my romantisism:

if my heart were on a shelf. it would be right next to a book of shakespeare, a box of ramen, and a guide to final fantasy 3.


thats pretty much it for now.
all there is left is finals and plans to take over the world.

if the music bugs you, bugger off :D

dang i wish i could dance like these guys!!!!!

ok not really. but its funny how french people are jackasses at dancing.

and so between fits of getting drunk, flirting with losing my job, and fights with my inner conscience i find myself here.

no more stories of my adventures in the feminine kingdom. every time i do, it never happens.

its wierd. because on one hand, i want to fall in love every night. but on the other hand, when i see a girl i like, sometimes i start singing "baby got back" to mysel;f and she gets wierded out.

tommorrow i see the coast guard recruiter in hawthorne, like south central. i hope i get stationed in hawaii. i'd take any hawaiian girl over that chick i see at school all the time who always covers one nostril with her finger so she can shoot a snot rocket out the other nostril.

i found this wierd piece of crap in a pork rhind the other day. its kind of hard, and flakey. i'm afraid to eat it it because i don't know what it is, but then, its sort of tempting. you know that feeling?

so it just sits there next to my keyboard. like a pet rock. some sort of mystic paperweight i can use to make sure a single "post-it" doesnt blow away. i think i'll name it. i'll call it Gary.

an old mp3 playlist of mine, featuring mostly upbeat punky stuff, i usually play it while playing counter-strike. (excluding "23" by jimmy eat world, that song is not all that great but i recently added it because of the concert)

playlist


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36 tracks in playlist, average track length: 3:32
Playlist length: 2 hours 7 minutes 17 seconds
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1. A New Found Glory - Dressed to Kill (3:28)
2. A New Found Glory - Sticks And STones 10 Singled O (3:19)
3. AFI - The Days of the Phoenix (3:27)
4. AFI - Total Immortal (2:44)
5. Alkaline Trio - We've Had Enough (2:50)
6. BestInterest - Prom Girl (2:53)
7. Boy Sets Fire - rookie (4:15)
8. Brand New - Failure by Design (3:15)
9. Brand New - Jude Law And A Semester Abroad (3:42)
10. Punk Homegrown - Christmas Crush (3:25)
11. Homegrown - Surfer Girl (4:31)
12. Jimmy Eat World - Hear You Me (4:37)
13. Jimmy Eat World - 23 (7:24)
14. Jimmy Eat World - Lucky Denver Mint (3:49)
15. Jimmy Eat World - Softer (4:08)
16. Me First and the Gimme Gimmes - End Of The Road (3:00)
17. Me First and the Gimme Gimmes - I Believe I Can Fly (3:01)
18. MxPx - Chick Magnet 2 (3:12)
19. MxPx - Do Your Feet Hurt? (3:09)
20. MxPx - My Life Story (2:47)
21. MxPx - The Wonder Years (1:51)
22. Nerf Herder - 5000 Ways to Die (2:58)
23. new found glory - sonny (3:27)
24. Saves The Day - Cars And Calories (2:45)
25. Saves The Day - Freakish (3:46)
26. STORY OF THE YEAR - So Far So Good (3:23)
27. Story of the Year - until the day i die (4:02)
28. Sugarcult - AudioTrack 03 (3:26)
29. Sugarcult - She's The Blade (2:59)
30. Taking Back Sunday - The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva (3:52)
31. Taking Back Sunday - Your Own Disaster (4:47)
32. The Early November - Left Me Spinning (3:15)
33. Three Days Grace - Just Like You (3:08)
34. Thursday - Paris In Flames (4:33)
35. Yellowcard - (3:24)
36. Yellowcard - 01 - Starstruck (2:45)


interesting what a video of me would look like while playing that game, click here.

bink. bink.

Luke G
Genetics Project – Nyctalopia “Night blindness”
5/6/05

Night blindness and day blindness is a symptom of gene degeneration. There is both an X-linked form and autosomal form. The x-linked version is far more common. Complete night blindness can be caused by a mutation of the NYX gene (300278). This mutation causes a small leucine-rich protein called nyctalopin.
Nyctalopin consists of 481 amino acids. Actually, a family of small leucine-rich protoglycans (LRPs) is produced by the NYX codon. The function of the nyctalopin is only one known so far and that is night blindness in organisms. The specific sequence of nyctalopin is as follows:

1 mkgrgmlvll lhavvlglps awavgacara cpaacacstv ergcsvrcdr agllrvpael
61 pceavsidld rnglrflger afgtlpslrr lslrhnnlsf itpgafkglp rlaelrlahn
121 gdlrylhart faalsrlrrl dlaacrlfsv perllaelpa lrelaafdnl frrvpgalrg
181 lanlthahle rgrieavass slqglrrlrs lslqanrvra vhagafgdcg vlehlllndn
241 llaelpadaf rglrrlrtln lggnaldrva rawfadlael ellyldrnsi afveegafqn
301 lsgllalhln gnrltvlawv afqpgfflgr lflfrnpwcc dcrlewlrdw megsgrvtdv
361 pcaspgsvag ldlsqvtfgr ssdglcvdpe elnlttsspg pspepaattv srfssllskl
421 laprvpveea anttgglana slsdslssrg vggagrqpwf llascllpsv aqhvvfglqm
481 d


Abbreviated (CSNB), Congenital Stationary Night Blindness is actually a group of stable retinal disorders with subtypes and different gene actions. Only one function of this protein is night-blindness in organisms. If we think of nyctalopin as the product of NYX and a small unique member of the LRP protein group, we can say the introns and extrons are very similar between nyctalopin and LRP, which has the same basic sequence.
The expression of the gene is found in the kidney and retina only. In the retina it appears expressed in the photoreceptors, bipolar interneurons, and ganglion cells. Studies done around the year 2000 by Bech-Hanson and Pusch indicate that there are 14 different mutations. Animal model testing done by Gregg in 2003 determine that the phenotype is caused by a 85 base pair deletion in the mouse. Further testing showed that these mice had significant decrease in visual sensitivity. By far more is known now about the x-linked version of night blindness due to this method of testing. Thus, in conclusion, the mouse was a model for human CSNB1 and has been ever since. So far this disease is untreatable as is normal blindness. It is a disability not a lot of people are aware of or have, but we know where it comes from, mutations in the NYX gene, causing the protein nyctalopin to be produced.


thanks for reading the most retarded post ever

my cousin is over for 2 days. my roomate is in vegas.

random thing. i shouldn't have to warn you, you should be used to it by now.

everytime i look at my roommates bmw z4, i think, wow, he got that working at dennys and bennihana's. i work as a computer tech and i aint got shit.

ironic is when he parks it underneath the busted sewer line. he doesn't know that every time he parks it there, other peoples bath and toilet water from the whole building just drip down on his new car. and i ain't got the heart to tell him.

so every time i have to take a shit, theoretically i do it on his car.

ok here's what happens when i'm real bored...

Soldier
by Destiny's Child feat. T.I.,Lil Wayne
(click here for my beatboxing, then play along with the lyrics)

(lil wayne, click here for luke's rap)Hey, see cash, money is a army
I'm walkin' with Purple Hearts on me
You're talkin' to the sergeant
Body marked up like the subway in Harlem
Callin' em Wizzy F. Baby
Please save the baby
If you don't see me on the block, I ain't tryin'a hide
I blend in with the hood, I'm camouflage
Bandana tied, so Mami, join my troop
Now everytime she hear my name, she salute!

(BONUS TRACK, the chipmunk remix)

thank god thats over with, now you better hope i never get bored again. ever. lol.

ok so i promised a story. long overdue.

random comment of the day by coworker and only female of the geek squad:

"girls don't dress sexy and hot and cute just to impress guys, they dress to impress women, its about competition"

if it could make it any easier. the greatest story you will ever tell someone is about some event in your life. so basically its gonna be about your life. and the way i see it, this tells my life pretty well.

you know what. i really should go enlist in the coast guard for the 2 year program.

that way all those fucking chicks that are with boyfriends can get their 2 year fuck over with and date a real dude.

a dude who has been on his own. doesn't depend on mama and papa.
a dude who has been there and back. doesn't need to go anywhere.
a dude who can't get his foot in the fucking door.

ain't nothing happening now. every single, wait lemme think. every SINGLE girl i know know has a boyfriend. and i use the word SINGLE loosely. just like the girls.

wtf. last time i check there was a pretty even ratio of men to women in the world. why do girls just settle. or have guys just now become so suave they can go from 0 to woo in under 60 seconds? i can understand. girls. everyday, you are bombarded by penis. guy IMs you. penis. guy sees you at school. penis. there is penis in your face 24-7 and you aren't even a stripper.

so my objective here is to get the penis out of your face and keep it in my pants.

and you know what i get for it? nothing. i don't get the cute girl i have an eye on at school. i don't get the nice girl i meet online. i don't even get the chubby girl who bumps into me on purpose at the mini food market.

nice guys finish last? fuck that. that would be nice. we don't even get to start!

a bad ass part of me also tells me, that won't work either. girls say they want a spontaneously fun guy. but if i came up driving to you on a motorcycle with tickets to the band you've been dying to see, you'd probably just hide in your study cave and worry about your fucking test.

so the guys that SPECIFICALLY get the girl. they are neither bad ass or good guy. are they are either driven by the combination of desperation, greed, and stitch of confidence? maybe some whack sense of humor that makes them laugh. maybe they are just damn lucky.

comming to grips with the luck of these guys. and my own bad luck. now i'm just complaining about my luck. useless. so thats what it comes down to. sitting waiting wishing. why doesn't the right girl just fall from the sky already and break my neck so we could end it all together. the weather today is slightly longing with a chance of mild anger.

you know porn stars? they get everything augmented. they end up getting plastic surgery on their face, boobs, stomach, butt, legs. funny, i did that from head to toe.

anyway, point i'm getting to, isn't even tho their body is completely fake, they still keep one thing real. their fucking pussy.

and point is. even tho time goes on and they fuck and fuck and fuck. they end up having to get even one more augementation.

and guess what that is.

they sow up their fucking pussy. because they became so loose and slutty it becomes like fucking a hollowed out baseball bat from the top.

then the guy has to figure out something else to fuck.

so thats where we get anal sex from.

fuck this. i'm too mad to continue. i'm out.

concert tommorrow. a combination of jimmy eat world and taking back sunday in the mp3 player has made me a very uncharacteristical emo-ish angsty mad. pardon.

fucking 19 year olds... literally. ok not literally for me, sickos, but other people.

never again. i swear. never again.

a firm believer that you don't have to scream to say something you honestly mean.

the santeria of it all is that when i'm really pissed YOU get two choices.
either choose the bullet, or choose the fuse.

choose well, those who piss me off. cuz i rarely get pissed. choose well.

consider the fuse lit.

soon to come....

the story of how one lifeguard party ended up with me dancing with a 35 year old woman.... very close.... to the tune of "Reunited" by peaches and herb.

skipped school today to see Ranger Merrell from IRAQ.

he had many stories, and many pictures.

all the war pictures, they looked like art, really, i was moved.

he had these videos and stories of insurgents they caught and interrogated. all i have to say is tazers look like they hurt.

inspired.

i choose to become a member of the armed forces.

i'm going to see a coast guard recruiter tommorrow.

many people ask me why i stay up so late all the time. ok actually nobody does. but i've noticed something.

watching all your friends eventually fade away. every day. every night. some say bye, some don't. one by one they all go to bed. and leave me alone.

i feel like its a lot like that when we get old. we watch our friends die one by one.

call me morbid, but every day i watch my friends die off one by one.

and still i have my little headphones on, listening to my little mp3s. reading, writing, listening. typing. thats what i do late a night every day.



i wish you could actually write handwriting for blogs. you can tell a lot from a person's handwriting. you can tell a lot from a person's anything. every thing they choose from their car to their clothes. from their toothbrush to their lunchmeat.

what i think your handwriting says about you. 3 things are simple. try on yourself. your "I" is, the greater part of you, the outside. the lower part of your tails of "y" and "g", your subliminal. letter spacing, and space inside loops of your letters, your relationships with other people. its called graphology.

for instance, the loop that makes my capital "I" tends to be close at times, suggesting a strong relationship with my parents. maybe thats just when i think of them. other times the loop can be very stretched apart.

my words hardly lean to the left or right. suggesting a strong will. true.


by the way, one night i was taken to a strip club. the white rhino or something. thats when i heard this song you're hearing now. a "nice" girl was doing her thing to this song, and i knew she had to have picked it for the dj to play, and i knew something deeper was there. i mean cmon, its depeche mode. so i went home and downloaded it. tried to feel what she felt.

and sure enough, i felt like i had to give someone a lapdance.

i hafta say. was the effort worth the reward?

as soon as the lights hit my face and i saw the crowd, a great feeling of happiness overcame me, like one of those waves that almost killed me on the beach years ago. it was definitely worth 2 days of being sore and frustrated.

thats the moment. just out there on stage. out there, like a ghost of a robot doing some preprogrammed and precoordinated moves. every inch of the theatre seemed packed, i can imagine the parents, jaws open, the friends of the dancers, holding up cardboard signs that should have been on TRL. the lights burned my retina, and i did not look up anymore. as time flowed past, i could only let my body obey the music, until it was over, that seemed so fast.

then it happened. we were nearly halfway thru, then SMACK! my salsa partner ran straight into me and her cell phone and something else i could not see went flying from somewhere out of her. its cool tho, wasn't her fault. wasn't mine. just something that happened.

other than that all went well. we performed like a well oiled machine. like a virus free computer. like a colony of ants. 20 dollars that came out of my pocket was used as a prop and i almost did not find it. good thing i did. we got korean bbq after. or rather, i did. everyone else got tofu soup, because they weren't idiots.

i'll never forget that moment when the lights turned on, and for moments i was somewhere else. crowd jeering like a prize fight match.

till next time, my fellow dancers and thai peoples. '06. i'll be there.

with bells on. one last time.

millions of people are probably saying this at this exact moment, but, i'm so damn tired. 12 hours of practice.

i love everyone from thai hip hop! sniff sniffle. its gonna be a shame, i'll miss you guys, for serious.

while i'm here, i'll post the most random thing ever.

i have a fetish for hot girls that wear granny panties. oh la la... oh no he didn't.....

yes i did. i said it. it had to be said.

i'm working on two new "luke-isms"

trying to get people to say "shweet" and "noice". it'll catch on. you'll be saying it sooner than you think. like right now for example. :P

Thai Culture Night. Freud Hall. May 1st, Sunday. i have no idea what time it is at.


but be there. with bells on.

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i get bored easily. but nobody gets bored talking to themselves.

here's first draft of my poem. its set to the music of "Dreamtime" by DJ Tiesto

coming soon

altruism

n : the quality of unselfish concern for the welfare of others [syn: selflessness]

i am an altruist. as much as a randomist.

i've gotten key hints that people are reading my blog. i just want to give a shout out to those. don't worry. i'm watching you too :P. jk.

i must say that altough you can read everything about me for the last 500 days (blogger limit) please don't hold anything against me, and don't let it stop you from finding out who i really am.

i realize that i might say this girl and that guy and what not, but i realize that we all are people and should be treated as such. i just am interested in a few. if they don't want to meet me, thats fine. now that i've said that i'll make the list. the list you've been eagerly awaiting. the list of those i would like to meet, meet again, get to know better, or just hang out with someday.

no particular order. of course.

(Revision) (i took out the list because i forgot i don't want to put real names on my blog anymore, there were more than 25 names)


now thats a fat fucking list of people. and theres some people on my buddy list that i don't even remember their names, the list gets smaller everyday, believe me.

now that you know some of the shit i have to deal with. there even more. shit stacked upon shit, so high you'd never find waldo.

some of these people don't even give a shit about me. then theres the people i don't know where i stand with. then theres the people that actually probably hate me.

you could ask anyone. i don't think i deserve to be hated by anyone. i'm the most laid back, non-obtrusive, non-mean guy there is. although i do make jokes.

so when i get turned down before even actually given a chance to meet someone it actually hurts. and when i have to forget some people. it actually hurts. and when people choose to forget me. it actually hurts. i don't know why, i shouldn't care about people more than myself, but maybe thats the altruism.

as my senescence grows, down the tubes some relationships go, and i realize this.

bottom line is, the list of people i need to meet is getting too big. no more meeting new people after this. i'm at my limit.

yeah, finally i get a favorable most-like-me response from one of these things

What type of Anime Fighter are you? by Bolt
Name
Hair Color	Black
Hair Style	Spikey
Favorite Weapon	Broadsword
Aligned Element	Fire
Personality	Confident
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ok i hope the guitarist is at least cute..... and female.... : /

Which Band Should You Be In? by couplandesque
Your Name
Band Name	Thrice
Role	Drummer
Trademark	Colour Coordinated Wardrobe
Love Interest	The Guitarist
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aw man.... that sucks.

Which Street Fighter Character are you? by fayray
Username
You Are	Cammy
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enjoying the thin white duke remix of the killers?

so many pictures on my blog, thats unusual.

guess i've had time. havent been able to play games without swapping my roommates card for mine. my radeon 9800 pro keeps restarting my system. :(

watching tv, i came across a show that was talking about addictions, then it focuses on this kid my age with an addiction to video games. he had to go to rehab. his parents were crying.

video games.

i was like wtf? is that me too? it made sense. i don't smoke, i don't drink habitually.

how many girlfriends have i lost? how much time have i wasted? how much money? did i give up my chance to fame? all because of the games?

i concluded that i was addicted to video games. i looked at my family history. nearly everyone on my dads side deals with addiction. we are all guilty of some kind of gluttony. although it seems to confom specifically to our personalities. and i am the first to admit it.

lets look at the facts.

my grandmother: smoking
my father: smoking
my aunt: gambling
my uncle: drinking
my cousins: smoking (weed)
me: video games

its a sad realization., but i choose to fight it. i didn't need to pay a therapist, and i won't need to.

please, if you know someone addicted to video games, its real. don't let it go by, they could be wasting the best years of their life.

had to do another one.

Your Stripper Info by radioface
first name
age
Stripper Name:	Kandy
Specialty:	scoring lapdance customers
Customers say:	"What a great arse!"
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this is so random. i love it.

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so i signed up for a poetry reading at the cobalt cafe

few times in my life i put my hand in the blender. sign my own tombstone. slap my own face. read my own eulegy. stick my foot in my own mouth. write my own will. cut my own throat. bite my own tongue. drown in my own bath water.

but this time i will.

if it will help me get over her. i still have much to say to her. yet i never will get to say it to her face. so i'll tell a room full of strangers.

anyone wanna vent. or just do something different. lets do a poetry reading. let me know. its on May 3rd.

damn you. you know who you are.

well can't get the background music to work.

probably because i took computer science at pierce community college.

its time for a haircut. and time to get out of debt.
i owe my roomate like 700 bucks.
nobody on my side of the family has any money.

ok enough ranting, time to get to.... WEEEEEE, the randomness.

i was jogging around ucla and this guy pulls up next to me and drives his car at a crawl following me down the street. so i take it he's mistaken me for a woman. hey, it was night and i had my hood up. so i pull my hood down and expect him to drive off embarrassed. no sir, he just keeps on driving. where are all the ucla cops when u need them?

anyway, so i look at him, and he yells in a slurred voice "keep running!"

to which i snap back "keep being an asshole!"

any normal person would have backed off at this point realizing he is about to awaken the dragon within me.

by this time i realize the guy is drunk. he starts playing 50 cent.

this is another thing i don't get. if you are a redheaded kid in a beat up black civic, you don't get to play 50 cent. you just don't.

he says "keep running! im gonna play ya some music."

then i say "thats cool man, but its not cool that you're harrassing me, i mean, i bet the cops wouldn't like it too much if they heard that"

a long silence

i seriously thought i might be on boiling points or something.

except it was like 3 or 4 in the morning.

then he drives off. tries to squeal his tires but obviously the automatic transmission woulnd't let him do so.

and there you go, the god's honest truth. i now know what it feels like to be harrassed, and what girls have to put up with.

test post music

another post from the past (almost exactly 2 years ago):

April 24, 2003

So, I will start the new look off with some random things i have learned:If the glove don't fit, you must aqquit. (from the OJ simpson trial)well yeah, thats pretty much it, i had a lot more i figured out while i was walking along, but now i forgot. ever do that? just be walking along or go up to someone and froget shit?i froget shit all the timei'd froget my head if it wasn't attached.well, i've become very popular with the squirrels here at csun, and when i say squirrels i mean squirrels, its not some crazy metaphor for something, like philosophy teachers, no not at allno i mean the squirrels here are very friendly, and, much like my friends, jump and run circles around me whenever they see food.well, my friends also hump my leg and call me betty, but eh, thats normal to me.oh and by skating, in the earlier blog, i mean skateBOARDING, the sport that everyone gets into to look coolthe cool thing about blading is there is no set style, nobody knows you rollerblade when they first look at you, and i think thats coolso stay cool. because you are cool.and cool is the most overused english word ever.i have no idea where i stand in this new relationship of mine. i have secret hidden feelings, even too secret for this blog. gasp! i think they are just too brutal to say, even for me.i wonder how my old friend is doingand i wonder where my new friends wentit took weezer 9 years to get popular,and supposedly it took 19 for dmxso i've got some years to put in for my band, i suppose, first things first though, i have to get them out of the clubs and out from under rocks and into the studio.besides becoming a rock star and pro skater and educated renessaince man, i don't have much else i doi mean, i'm loyal to the foods i like, and that makes me very succeptable to people buying me truckloads of it.i surf, but i'm not one of those bushy haired airhead surfers, so i don't get cool points for that either.people lack personality. i lack motivation. this blog lacks a good ending for today.

ok so i found out hip hop girl likes korean guys.

fuck that shit.

i'm as korean as a god damned dradle.

life is all about taking chances.

theres a girl i took a chance with today to meet. 5 minutes before class i walk up to her and say i'm the guy from the facebook. i was looking like a bruce lee wearing a fake ass baseball jersee and some cool faded pants. oh yeah i also told her my website address. (waves). she's thai. seems nice. she's thai. she's thai......

chester says if i were in the philipines, i could just walk up to any girl and start speaking english, and i'd be hot. he says that philipinas tend to be short and like basketball more than the tennis that i play.

chester says that all you need to do in america to meet a girl is go to club, and order a girl a drink, and ask her name. keep it simple, don't use any lines. the worst that could happen is she refuses the drink, hey, you just bought your own drink.

all this time, thats all i needed to do. the man is a fucking genius.

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.....damn

luke on canada:

WheresMyRiceBowl (10:50:11 PM): why move from america to america jr. ?
HunnieB47 (10:50:16 PM): i visted toronto during the summertime
HunnieB47 (10:50:22 PM): it was quite nice
HunnieB47 (10:50:29 PM): the ppl are chill there
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:50:37 PM): its america jr.
HunnieB47 (10:50:41 PM): unlike the crazy ppl here
HunnieB47 (10:50:55 PM): it's weird there but not crazy weird
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:51:10 PM): a few people from canada
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:51:15 PM): avril lavine
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:51:19 PM): mike myers
HunnieB47 (10:51:30 PM): jim carrey
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:51:38 PM): celine dion
HunnieB47 (10:51:48 PM): thats french canada
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:51:49 PM): tori amos
HunnieB47 (10:51:56 PM): thats a whole different story
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:52:05 PM): lol
HunnieB47 (10:52:27 PM): pamela anderson
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:52:30 PM): 1 out of 4 aint bad
HunnieB47 (10:52:34 PM): nelly furtado
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:52:34 PM): hahaha
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:52:39 PM): 1 out of 6
HunnieB47 (10:52:43 PM): keanu reeves
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:52:43 PM): ur making it worse
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:52:49 PM): 1 out of 7
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:52:51 PM): ahaha
HunnieB47 (10:52:58 PM): kristen kreuk
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:53:07 PM): who
HunnieB47 (10:53:14 PM): smallville chick
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:53:20 PM): ur just making up names i say
HunnieB47 (10:53:34 PM): http://www.canadians.ca/more/profiles/k/k_kristin_kreuk.htm
HunnieB47 (10:53:59 PM): http://www.canadians.ca/
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:54:11 PM): wow
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:54:12 PM): lol
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:54:21 PM): why doesn't she model instead
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:54:39 PM): probably a short ass
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:55:56 PM): fuck fuck fuck
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:56:09 PM): i just screwed up my playlist
WheresMyRiceBowl (10:56:25 PM): damn canadian karma

truth is i really like short people, probably even more than tall people. it doesn't matter. will do anything for a laugh i guess. *sigh*

more on smells.

smells are the strongest sense tied to memory.

i carry a can of spray on deoderant in my backpack, because i'm so paranoid about smelling out of nowhere. i never have smelled out of nowhere, but you never know. i think i left it there in my backpack one day after trying to outsmart myself by putting it there in case i forgot to do it in the bathroom before i left the house.

i'm always trying to outsmart myself.

i set my clock 5 minutes ahead in my house, and 12 minutes ahead in my car. i guess i think i will gradually go somewhere faster that way.

anyways. smells. i can't stand the smell of feet more than anything else. and my roommate loves shoes....

i think my favorite smell is the smell of fresh ramen in the afternoon or coffee in the morning.

girls always wear too much perfume. i have a very sensitive nose and if a girl ever puts more than a few drops on i will stay away from her the whole day. sometimes i can't stop sneezing.

sometimes a rank mother fucker will come into best buy and expect to be helped. not me my friend. we don't sell soap at best buy, i can't tell you where it is.

bluestarpunk23 (2:15:29 AM): luke so did u get lucky yet
WheresMyRiceBowl (2:15:42 AM): hell no
...
WheresMyRiceBowl (2:15:44 AM): i have no game
....
WheresMyRiceBowl (2:15:54 AM): well i do, but they are all for playstation
WheresMyRiceBowl (2:16:05 AM): LOL

thought i might post an archive blog.
very close two almost 2 years ago:

Monday, May 26, 2003

like sand in your crotch area, you kind of hate it, but you kind of like it at the same time

ok thats the randomness for today, the rest that follows is just boring shit about my life
world on wheels sunday. it was pretty ghetto, but hey, i like ghetto
its this thing downtown thats like 70's old skool skating with hip hop
and i lasted the night without going insane.there was this one old black lady wearing a purple viel thing showing off her huge legs all night
it was so funny when i somehow ended up next to her and she was doing her stuff
so funny
ah, and there were asian girls
something tells me i need to lay off the philipinas tho....i donno, just something does.

had sushi.

but just not any sushi.
shushi mac. oh lookit, even my typing is slurry.

this place is awesome! they have this little conveyor belt. let me say this again. A CONVEYOR BELT. with little signs of the sushi you can get.

so, like a moron i wait and look at every one while they pass by. forgetting there is a menu.
japanese chefs looking at me like i should deserve a good ginsu to the face.

i was just imagining the conveyor belt leading to my mouth and little packages of sushi falling down my throat factory style.

and, like a moron, almost every piece of sushi i touched with my chopsticks promptly fell apart in the soy sauce dish. forcing me to dig in the dish for my rice and raw fish, with chopsticks. something about picking single pieces of rice and tiny, really salty soy-soaked fish is so demoralizing.

only bad thing is they make you wait standing up, and they play this wierd techno jazz stuff that only crazy japanese people would listen to. amazing the chefs don't go bonkers and start throwing sushi out the window.

thats when i got the idea. what would sushi and mac and cheese be like?
"no" matt said, "NO"

i bought another palunuik book. diary.

high point of the day was learning that a certain someone likes korean guys. well that certainly leaves me out. i think i can finally get her off my mind.

do you know what a one piece puzzle is? its called a picture. let me paint you a one piece puzzle about me real quick.

i'm self conscious about my smells. i always try to stay as clean as posible and try to have the least amount of smells eminating from me at any given period of time. i only have a few deodorants and like 1 cologne. so even though i might smell good, i always smell the same. an ex once said that my clothes have a distinct "luke" type smell. neither good nor bad.

today the only real thing i ate was a 12 inch burrito from the burrito shack/hut in westwood. beans, rice, guacomole, and sour cream. there was salsa but i didn't find it in the bag, so i furiously ate the burrito, which seemed now bland, without the salsa verde. Nam said i wouldn't be able to finish it, because he never did. but i did. because it was the only real thing i ate all day.

i am convinced i will meet the one i will choose to spend my life with either by total accident, or by searching long and hard all my life.

i wouldn't say i have a certain type. but just someone that has an evolved sense of musical taste, and looks exotic. a bonus would be if people could say we make a cute couple.

for some reason my mind has obviously been on girls the last past few weeks. i think i'll calm it down for a while. a watched pot never boils.

went to school today to demand money.

actually i ended finding out i have to talk to wells fargo. and i voted. for school president.

the best line ever. "i don't want your money". that shocked me. i was listening now.

"just vote for me for csun president."

so i did. it felt good. best minute spent of the day. i didn't get a freakin " i voted " sticker tho. felt jypted.

took some new pics with my new webcam. haven't posted them yet.

noticed that i looked at every single asian i passed at csun. the thing is. i need a chance. gimmie a chance, any chance, and i will talk to you. drop something, ask me where something is! for gods sake, gimmie a sign! i will get it! i will get the sign!

mike's house. lan party. nuff said?

we are nerds.

yesterday i had some pretty good chinese food at sam woo's in chinatown.
it was good going down but about five minutes after it disagreed with me.
i never want to eat chinese food again, but its so good for about 5 minutes.

woke up about half an hour ago, now i know what a food coma is.

a brief discussion about tylenol and advil. never take excedrin to cure a headache if you're on speed. never take tylenol when you're drunk. advil is a good all arounder, it even tastes like it has a candy shell.

so anyway. at thai hip hop practice i get placed next to hip hop girl. ^_^ and >_<

afterwards, i usually call laura. for friendship matters, since i'm down in ucla anyway. not this time. first time i didn't. and she didn't call me. i'm leaving that as that. i erased some cell phone numbers. i deleted some aim names. goodbye laura. call me when i can't remember you anymore, my number will be changed by then, it always changes. since you don't want to remember me now, its ok, i still wish you luck.

random moment of the day:

standing outside the bathroom of the library. hear the guy inside whistling "wake me up, before you go-go" by Wham of the 80's.

half an hour goes by and i catch myself trying to whistle it on the way to get lunch. its damn hard to whistle. that bathroom guy had mad skills.

i wrote grace a letter. one i can't send to her. i don't know her address. so it will sit around and rot forever.

made a mental list of all the nice things i have done for girls. its pretty long.

i did a funny today. but it was a mean funny.

they were showing reruns of the good deeds the pope did. so i yelled to my friend "MY GOD! HE'S ALIVE!. HE'S ALIVE!". my roommate came running with a shocked look on his face and looked like he was gonna cry. then i said, "just kidding, they are burning him today". laughed for about 2 minutes, actually i'm still laughing.

i judge how funny something is not by the volume of laughter, but the length of laughing. some people try to prove something is funny by laughing as loud as they can.

internet at school is 5 billion times faster than at home right now. so i have to blog whilst looking over my shoulder to see if anyone is spying.

comps are slower though.

i'll probably leave my pen drive in it too.

got another 2 parking tickets. joy.

got my first torta. watched alfie. what an ass.

bought the most expensive sweater EVER. 88 dollars before tax. it was faded blue and had all this japanese stuff on it, i couldn't resist. but i have to take it back, it has a key flaw.

i bought it from topanga mall robinson's may. the clothes look sorta like this.
i know what you're thinking, when did i turn hippie.
the sweater doesn't look that style i swear.

i figured out why girls leave their panties everywhere at their boyfriend's apartments. they get 10 for 5 dollars.

guys get 1 pair for 10 dollars. we ain't leavin them anywhere.


so anyway, this guy calls me frm london, and i can't unstand a fricken word he's saying. he sounds drunk, and if you listen, you can hear what sounds like a wine glass clinking in the middle of his message.

listen to the message here

more adelphia homosexuality.

anyway. its working now so i'll blog. classically, i blog reverse chronologically.

nam came over last night. watched eurotrip. a pleasant surprise for him to come by. considering he lives on the other side of the valley. he scores a point for true friendship.

went to my cousin's house. thats always fun. there's always tons of drugs and beer. never know what will happen, or who won't stop laughing. jimmy seems like a good guy. they live in a nice house now in lawndale, hope they can keep it. pat is addicted to warcraft and dean will probably have a limp for some time to come from his accident. just in case i want to look back at this day later on and see what condition my cousins were in. stephanie actually chose to stay home the day i was there, but said it was because she didn't want to violate parole.

now that i'm home i'm bombarded by chores. clean the dishes. trim the hedge. clean the bathroom. sweep the patio. haha ok i don't have a hedge or a patio but that's from a pretty cool comedy routine.

getting together pieces of my own comedy routine to perform. it will include cats falling down the stairs, traffic observational comedy, and voices, to name a few things.

other than that. i have a report due next week. nasty reportses. what is taters? you probably won't be hearing from me for a while until the internet is on and so am i.

do you knowwhat they saydo you know what they saywhat they say about youdo you knowwhat they dodo you know what they dowhen you leave the roomdo you knowwhat they saydo you know what they saywhat they say about youdo you knowwhat they dodo you know what they dowhen you leave the room

kill radio.

watched seinfeld for 18 hours.
watched up to episode 110 of naruto
watched up to 10 of full metal alchemist.

a good representation numerically of what shows i like.

someone called me and left a message.
then i called back and a girl answered who said the person who called wasn't there at the moment.
then she heard a click as i hung up the phone.

i hate playing phone tag. i always lose.