Impulse

Well I decided to actually go through with the impulse buy this time. Bought a Chris Botti CD. Saw it on the rack on sale for $14.99 and decided to buy it. Only after I bought it did I hear how amazing it was. Chris Botti is an amazing trumpeteer. Not only that but his concert was done with Yo Yo Ma, John Mayer, Sting (amazing jazz vocals), and a bunch of other artists with connections with blues and jazz. 

Afterwards I walked out and my friend decided we should hit up Pinkberry, which was right across the crosswalk. We walk in and the first thing that hits me is "damn that cashier is hot". Yeah creeper status. Right when I look at her she looks up and me and our eyes meet. I wish this could've ended romantically, but to no avail. She quickly looks back down at the money she's supposed to be putting in the cashier's machine and I retreat to the corner of the store in fear of being awkward at the counter. Damn my creepness. 

The froyo ended up being about $7. Pretty ridiculous, it being a small original flavor ($2.50) plus like 6 toppings, Oreos, chocolate chips, blueberries, strawberries, mochi balls, and coconut shavings. It was delicious. But I still like Tartinis better. 4:30 I decided to head home and finish up objectives. All 6 chapters that remain.

Assorted cell phone pictures.

@Macaroni Grill @ Eastridge after a wedding rehearsal.

@pinkberry today. hot chick was to the left.

@child's classroom

@church, post bk.

WTF

What the fuck.

Johnny's snuggie gone mad.

Snuggie

Take that snuggie.

Battle

Went to the EVHS battle of the classes Friday with some buds. I ended up helping a friend's club sell Jamba Juice. Again I wish I had my own camera instead of just having to time share with my Dad. Maybe I'll save up and get it after I get a lappy. 

We had the most legit booth. Like once you walked in you would see some tables with crappy hand-made signs, then right there BAM you would see a massive canopy with legit Jamba Juice logos and a legit Jamba rep standing behind the counter. We sold out like 200 Jambas at $4 a pop with like and hour to go. Awesome. 

On to the events. EV is really unspirited. Barely anyone cheered, and no one stood up. Even though it wasn't my school, I stilled cheered for '09 even though this year SUCKED due to the massive sucking of colleges. Can't spell suck without UC. Typical events, skits (which sucked except for the seniors). EV is rich on money but not in spirit. Tickets were like $20, shirts were $20-$22, and participants had to pay freakin $50 on top of that. Like WTF rich ass punks. They're gym was hella hella hella ridiculously well decorated, but that does not make up for unspirited skits with no emotion. I went in late and got in free cuz a friend hooked me up with a helper wristband but I had to sit in the alumni section between the freshies and sophties. The whole time me and some guys from UCSD were cheering '09 and booing everyone. It was fun. Some sophomores hella glared at us when we started chanting "Cheaters!" cuz the sophomores used extra people on tug of war. 

I left early (10:45 pm being early) because all I really wanted to see was the senior skit. While I was heading to my car with some buds there was this huge (like 20 peeps) asian crowd gathering in the parking lot. It was like this one guy and his crew vs one dude. They were yelling and accusing him of messing up a friend's house and they were chanting "one on one!" and shit, and the guy alone was like "hell naw you got your crew with you this ain't fair" and other crap. He was hella backing up and the other guys in the crew were yelling "kick this nigguh's ass" "lezz jump this nigguh" and stuff. And eventually they met up one on one but the dude's girl (she was hella pretty) was crying and just like holding him back and stuff and he told her to get in the car and stuff cuz his car was like just sitting in the middle of the parking lot and they eventually backed off and drove away. Scary moment cuz I was just standing there watching and some of the guys were staring at me like "get the hell away". 

Eventually I drove off and headed over to a friend's house to sleep over cuz I didn't want to drive home. We ended up eating ribs and garlic bread his mom made at like 11:30 and stayed up watching Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace until about 4 am. Slept for 5 hours, woke up, had awesome eggs and sausage and headed out for home 12ish. 

Bond girls are pretty. Eva Green is hella pretty without makeup. Olga Kurylenko is not really that pretty. The story and acting in the second movie wasn't that great. It might've been because I was so tired, but from the reviews I read maybe not. 

Now on to objectives. AP Bio test Wednesday(April fools please...) and only on chapter 42. I'm screwed.

Korea Tofu House

I went out to help some friends move into a new house. It was an epic adventure. We all said we'd show up at 4, then we all ended up showing up at 5:30, then 6:00, then 6:30. The moving part wasn't what was epic. We were helping pack up his computer room and stuff when we found a really old bop-it on his bookshelf. We took turns playing until it went really fast and like it started emitting this screeching static sound. It was demonic. It stopped after I smacked it a bit, but when we were loading stuff into my car it started it's cry again, so I ran to my front seat (where it was tucked) and I picked it up and I was about to smash that shit to hell when it all of a sudden stopped. Was it alive? Fast forward 15 minutes. We're on the road, and the demonic bop-it is under the passenger seat with my good friend Tom sitting shotgun. About 5 minutes out on the road it starts again. I yell "smash it on something!" and we look in vain around my car for something to hit it on. Just then we hit a red light and I suggest opening the door and smacking it on the ground, but right when I unlock my car it stops. Devious little thing. FF 5 more minutes, we're on the street, approaching the house when it starts again. It's evil call. So I say fuck it, and I tell Tom to toss it out the damn window, and he does, but somehow, it continues screeching, so I hit the breaks and perform a movie status U-turn and gas it and run it over. Only then does it stop.

Remarkably, it is still in one piece, albeit cracked all over. Rest in peace bop-it.

After moving everything into the new house, we are rewarded with free dinner. So we hit up Korea Tofu House in Cupertino Village and boy is it good. I wish I had a camera then to take a picture. We each got our own clay pot of delicious goods. The waitress ladies kept speaking Korean, and none of us understood, so we just nodded our heads. But we got around good. Now if only I remembered the name of the dishes...

btw, Korea House is so much better. I need to go out and eat Korean food with a Korean. Volunteers?

Wheez

Doc perscribed inhaler for my cough. Reminds me of my astham period in like elementary. Hitting it up twice every 6 hours. Gotta get rid of wheez.

Timmy the Tooth

Dentist today. I thought it would be boring and somewhat painful as usual, but I had a cool dentist dude this time. He was like late 20s or early 30s and he was born in the same area of LA as me. Also a Lakers fan. Half the time he was "talking" to me about the state of the lakers, Bynum's injury, what the Lakers were doing wrong, and how he loved Kobe. It would've been pretty awesome except he had his hands in my mouth the majority of the time, and he would ask me questions and I would be like "mffmmhhgggmm". I found out I have two cavities, and that happened without me eating candy for like the last year. Also gotta get my wisdom teeth pulled. Yay, chipmunk status. Maybe I'll sell my vicodin.

Oh and they built a new plaza right next to the area where my dentist is (which is in Cupertino) and they have a Red Mango right across the parking lot, so my mommy took me there right after. Tartinis is way better.

Sickening Thud

I went to school today for the first two periods and after coughing/sneezing/headacheing my way through those two classes, I decided to cell the parents and get the hell out of school. Being at home felt so much better. My dad spent the whole first hour of me being home yelling at me about not getting enough rest, waking up and walking to the shower in a beater and bball shorts, watching too much tv, etc. He told me to sleep, and I tried to tell myself to sleep, but to no avail. I ended up working out for like an hour then attempting to run. Running started off pretty good. Then the coughing came. After the first quarter mile I started coughing so bad my abs and diaphragm started acheing like crazy. I almost threw up, so I walked home and just sat down. Maybe I'll get back to objectives now.

Yumm

People are ridiculous.

Moon

Fly me to the moon. Frank Sinatra sang that. Nice song. Pretty song, pretty truthful. I guess back then love was more than get low and get drunk together and make love in a club. I sure hope that love won't be that shallow when I meet her.

Man this is depressing thinking about the future like that when my was and is being decided by these few weeks.


I realize now that I'm not that great with little kids. I sympathize too much with their contempt of authority figures as I was a smart ass when I was a kid. I just end up feeling like a hypocrite or undermining real authority.




I also need new socks. Maybe friday I'll head over to target or somewhere and pick up a few pairs of black socks or some socks that are more breathable for when I run. Nike ftw?

Patriotic

Mmmm the Patriot is a good movie. Father-son epics are crazy. The British are savage.

Crayons

I totally forgot to post this up. Thanks AT.


Me!


lauzzl and tinariffic.


Me.

Out.

Running out of interesting things to blog about. Last few days have been college hell. Rejections all around. Slaps in the face by invisible hands. Waiting still for a few. I need to run off my thoughts. 70 degrees, nice and sunny with a 16mph wind from NW.

I need to discover new music and maybe buy a few concert tickets. Stupid economy. Greedy bastards.

Application Status Pending...

Wonderful. I forget my UC login ID and password the weekend that they're basically all coming out. I called the IT dude twice (2!!!) and both times it took like 3 minutes, they spent like 2 1/2 of them asking me security questions (bday, schools applied to, address, etc) then 30 seconds to tell me they'll send an email with all my info. Twice I clicked refresh every 30 seconds for like an hour waiting for the email to arrive. Nothing. Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe suspense will be suspended until the letters arrive. What I do know so far is that Cal Poly SLO does not want me. At all. Oh well. Always UCDA.

Senioritis

Stupid second semester senioritis.
Recap of major tests this semester (so far...):
AP Bio Exam #7 1/5
Comp Sci Unit 14 54/100
Assorted English Quizzes average 75%

and another AP bio exam upcoming.

Sun

Yeah yeah, typical shot. But it was raining, and all of a sudden the sun came out right between the rain clouds. It was awesome.

Too Much Time...

This guy has no life or way too much time on his hands.



More?

Entertained.

Crazyass Russians. Think bungie rope jumping except without a bungie rope but a rope rope. Yep...

Listening to a lot of Frank Sinatra and other oldies lately. Man swing is amazing. How simple the lyrics. Today's songs are all "sex sex sex" "money money money" "ridin' on 22s" and all that. Where is the I love you?

Fail

Looking through failblog when I'm supposed to be doing objectives. Oh well.

Precipetation

Shooting in the rain is hard work, but fun. Due to the time constraints caused by stupid Jostens (who publishes our yearbook) we only had 1 week and 3 days to do our spread. That forced me to go to every practice and take pictures, enough for 4 pages. Here we go, fingers cold and numb, camera wet, thank God for hoods.












I really hate what blogspot does to my photos. The colors are so much more vibrant on my comp. Oh well, can't have the world.

Back to les objectives. Je n'aime pas. Je préférerais un sandwich au rôti de bœuf.

Under a Bridge

I blog at the behest of my supposed new bff Audrey. 

I extremely dislike objectives, ap bio, comp sci, and school right now. I promised myself that I wouldn't get senioritis or that I would resist, but I can't! It's a sick disease sucking me in. It's so appealing, like a hot chick on a hot day. 

Can't wait til letters arrive. I don't ever want them to arrive.

GTR!!!

Holy crap. I just saw a freakin' Nissan Skyline GTR right next to my house. Like turning onto White toward Piedmont fromMabury. I was hella sleepy and driving when all of a sudden, appearing out of the rain was it. Dark grey and carbon fiber trim. Some fat dude was driving it though. I couldn't really tell cuz it was only a glimpse and the windows were tinted dark. Sexy. Can't believe someone in east side could afford to spend that kind of money on a car during a recession.