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
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
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.
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.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
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.
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.
Friday, April 22, 2005
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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.
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.
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.
Monday, April 18, 2005
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*
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*
Sunday, April 17, 2005
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.
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.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
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.
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.
Friday, April 15, 2005
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.
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.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
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!
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!
Saturday, April 09, 2005
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.
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.
Friday, April 08, 2005
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
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
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
Saturday, April 02, 2005
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.
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.
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