| God Deymn, summer started off way wrong! |
[Jun. 25th, 2004|04:23 pm] |
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| | Lloyd Banks - We On Fire | ] |
Well, summers here, dont care much. It's not all that exciting. In the pas years I would be ecstatic at the beginning of summer, but not this year. Not looking forward to a whole lot, just a few things. Finally catch up on some sleep n shit. Hopefully trick out my car a lil bit. But it all depends on my dad's mood. He always procrastinates things, and when I think my "object of desire" is in my grasp, he destroys all hope by saying "wait a few more years and see what happens, maybe after college." Ya, he always does that, he's done it to my brother countless times, so I'm beginning to lose hope. But I really NEED, not want, NEED, to do something to my car cause it is, well, terrible. The color is just disgusting, its only 150 horses, and the body looks like a retarded Japanese kid designed it. But, it has soul, it has a spirit, unlike those already high-tuned imports which have none. You can tell if a car has soul, a personality if you can make it rise from its ashes. If you can make a car great, when it was a peice of shit before, then that car has soul. And you can feel it. When you sit in a Nissan or Honda, you can feel it, but when you sit in a Porshce, it feels like a robot, no spirit, no soul.
Anyway, summer started off in the wrong way. My friend was in a car accident (no not "Hampik"), almost got himself killed. His cars totaled and now its harder to go out. This HAD to happen right at the beginning of summer. Fucking luck. Oh well...as long as theyre ok. |
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| Randomness kills! |
[Jun. 6th, 2004|10:34 pm] |
Aright people, sorry for the long delay on this thing. There really wasnt much to talk about. But now there is I guess?
Now, see randomness is good once in a while, but when you do it too often, it could be fatal. Being random is a unique talent. Not that everyone can do it, but to be able to do it WELL, you gotta make the people laugh. Now, when your able to do that, then your a talented randomaniac! I mean, when you can talk about carrots looks like the word cannot, or randomly sing banjo music, or talk about your stomach living inside a hut, thats talent right there...
Other news, "The Day After Tomorrow" sucked complete ass. DO NOT go see it. It just rain and snow, and really cheesy CGI. They could not have put out a worse movie if they tried. Save those 8 bucks, that can buy you a good 2, maybe 3 gallons of gas.
Thats something else thats needed to be discussed. Gas prices. Wayyyyyy to high dude. I remember last year it was like 94 cents. Currently, 94 cents get you about 1/3 of a gallon. For my tiny car, it costs about 30 dollars to fill up a full tank. Its only 4 cylinders man, 150 horsepower. Last year I was able to fill up the Tahoe with 30 bucks.
P.S. I really want a dog, job, and new car! |
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| Fate? Or no Fate? (dont expect me to follow that with a "that is the question" you fag! |
[May. 19th, 2004|09:58 pm] |
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| | Jay Z - Encore | ] |
Is fate some stupid theory put out there by the church? Or is it something real? Well, that really falls into the hands of the person. Depending on how much of a radical you are, either non-god believer or god believer. I really don't believe in fate. I think its total BS. I belive in God n all, but when I say "God", I really cant imagine a bug old guy. I can imagine something you cant see, even after your dead. Just somethings thats there and controls everything. Kinda like the government. You never really know the truth of whats going on in it, but you know its there and it decimated your ass. You can never run nor hide from it, so its kinda like "dont even try, you fruit." But ya, if there is a god, and he sparked the creation of the universe, then he must've realized that some advanced life form would evolve. If he did, then why would he wanna control it the way he wanted to. Whats the fun in that. It like Shaq versing 3rd graders in bball. Not something fun to do. Ya, I believe we control everything we do. I mean, I kinda see why people would turn to the idea of fate. They blame their problems on God, instead of admitting it was their fault. Others just like the apparent "thrill" that exists in it. I mean, why would God plan out Charles Manson's like like that. WHY?!?!?! He wouldnt, unless God is a psuedo devil, and were really living between hell and the other hell. Wow, two hells! Scary!!! SO if you believe in fate, and a strong christian, then really, what you believe in makes sense. Christians believe God is the best, he does everything that is right and never goes wrong. Then why would he plan Charles Manson's, Ted Bundy's, or Hitler's lives like that. Did god make a mistake in making some people so he used them to wipe them out? Like a white out pen? See, that would be another cantradiction cause aparently God makes no mistakes. So when you think about it, fate is really an illogical theory. People decide their own path in life, everyone makes their decisions with no "heavenly" influence. But people other than God influence peoples lives. Maybe God represents himself through the people which we think are our friends. Maybe your best friend is God telling you right from wrong. And friends heavily influence decisions. So is God my best friend? Is god your best friend? Is God secretly controlling your life through the constant ranting of others opposing ideas to your ideas. Could be, could be not, who knows. No one, well maybe the famed profit MIKODAMUS (<---me), but hes napping, I'll let him snooze. But either way, its up to the persons beliefs.
In other news, local schoolchildren were caught operating an underground strip club. More on that after the our main story: SADAM HUSSEIN MASQUERADED HIMSELF AS LAURA BUSH! < if your a randomophobe, I suggest you speak up now!
The enchanted forest lmao haha! Its so like.......enchanted, CRAZY STUFF! |
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| La Bella Macchina De Italia! |
[May. 16th, 2004|10:09 pm] |
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| |  artistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Red Hot Chili Peppers - The zephyr Song | ] |
Well, this is gonna be mostly a guys journal, I'm just gonna go all out and dump all my collective car knowledge into this journal.
Might as well start off with Italy since the title is referring to Italian cars. Ok, La Bella Macchina De Italia means "the beautiful machine of Italy." This title really stands behind its cars man. You see machines like Ferrari and Lamborghini, and drool. Those cars are amazing. Every little detail is perfect or near perfect. Lamborghini, with its 500+ horses kicking it to 200+ mph, quarter miles in the 11 seconds, 0-60's in 4's. These cars are built for show mostly. Thats one flaw witht these cars, you can't drive them everyday. I'de personally not care, I would go crazy with that car if I had one. Thats the point, but what can I say for the others. Anyway, Ferrari's the cheaper and more "pracitcal" alternative for Lamborghini. Its half the price, nearly the same performance wise, just lagging behind the Lamborghini (damn I love the way "lamborghini" just rolls off my toungue) in the quarter, but the handling is much better. Greater traction per square inch of the tire due to the Bridgestone Potenza's it now comes stock with (BMW is another brand that carries Potenza's, thats what gives it such great handling). Both cars peak at 6000 and above RPM which is great considering the size of the block itself. Then comes cars like the Bugatti. I'm not even going there. All I'm going to say is 1001 hp, 4 turbochargers, SEVEN shift gear box...
Then theres Germany. Now I gotta say, Germany can produce some great cars, but where they pull ahead in performance is where they lack in looks, but thats just my opinion, but please, feel free to disagree, just drop a comment. BMW and Mercedes-Benz are mostly square cars, it looks like they add a few small cars each year to the preceding body, and thats how you see substantial changes over a 40 year persiod. But anyway. Great handling in BMW, Porshce, and Mercedes-Benz is due to the fact that they have 3 plates of limited-slip differential (this is where female readers have no idea whats going on and close the screen) in the cars. Suspension is good, but a 100 dollar Eibach set can top it. Theres nothing special about the engines of these cars. It's all in the transmission. Thats where the car truly destroys the opposition.
Now the US. Now this is where you look under the hood and gasp at engineering feets these cars have reached. A hillbilly can take a coke can and transform it into a 8 billion horsepower engine and destroy a Lamborghini. Thats the beauty of American cars. Cars like the Viper and Corvette. The Viper, wow, what more can I say. Bangin out 500 horses, quarter in 11+ seconds. Just look at the Henessy Vipers. 0-60 in 2.5 seconds. Just amazing. These cars are perfect becuase theyre affordable, perform amazingly, and practical. I'de go grocery shopping with a Viper, why not?
The last country I wanna get into is Japan. Now the country itself sucks as I've heard from everybody whos visited it. BUT, their cars are great! EXTREMELY affordable, no need to get a second mortgage to buy one. Extremely powerful, light, handle very well, and just plain MEAN! You look at a Z or Skyline and you see it has a soul, like it wants to tear the road apart. Yu just dont get that in a BMW. BMW is like a box that moves really quickly. Nissan, Toyota, and Honda produce(d) their fare share of supercars. But the beauty of these cars is that you can modify them to the limit. You can completely take these cars apart and makes them faster and better performing than any other car. I've seen a Civic kill a Lamborghini in the quarter mile once...
I know I didnt mention Britain, Sweden, and France, and I'm sorry, I just hate the cars they produce.
Anyway, feel free to disagree and yell at me about how wrong I am bla bla... |
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[May. 15th, 2004|02:14 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Nelly - Oh Nelly | ] |
Whatever happened to Nelly? |
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| Earth is the retard of the intergalactic planetary organization! |
[May. 13th, 2004|06:31 pm] |
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| | Beastie Boys - Intergalactic | ] |
Earth truly is the retard of the Intergalactic Planetary Organization, and even though no such thing exists, I don't care. People such as myself make it stupid. Here is why. I plan to be a corrupt politician one day, maybe higher up the corporate ladder, but for now, I have my eyes on "corrupt politician." All they do is fondle womens breasts, sleep at conferences, and rake in the cash. Not to bad. They offer nothing new to the planet, thus adding to the stupidity.
Today, I had some free time, so I decided to ask a few random people what they thought of "babelonian midget warriors." Heres what they had to say:
Gynxx5: loool
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
BiGGPoPPaX818X: wat?
BiGGPoPPaX818X: wtf u sayin?
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
HYEGUY20: what?
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
soulbreaker22: ?
Zstinger350: what do you think of babelonian midget warriors?
SilyAssMuppet818: gay
xdaM3smokedUx: i ate them
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
Steadyedo1: wut the hell?
Steadyedo1: i like that
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
aUdiO pHiLE 529: theyre ancient
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
CrAzyBibo69: wtf
Zstinger350: loool
CrAzyBibo69: lol
CrAzyBibo69: what the fuck is that
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
thugin4life818: wtf
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
disavowd25: personally
disavowd25: theyre sexy
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
AaLuLeEnN: wtf?
...AaLuLeEnN: i got my license
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
LetsMotor09: i don't know
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
killaz505: ?
killaz505: Lol
killaz505: Wtf
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
GuyZ r FuLLa ShT: hahahah
Zstinger350: so what about babelonian midget warriors?
NekstEgzit: lolll
NekstEgzit: wtff
K12AzYGuY: u know
K12AzYGuY: i dont know much about babalonian misget fighters
K12AzYGuY: but i do know much about chicken humping nymph eaters
...K12AzYGuY: nigga
K12AzYGuY: u be trippin
Hmm, that was interesting! |
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| OHHH, you touch my TRALALA! |
[May. 6th, 2004|12:22 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Jay Z - Change Clothes; Jermaine Dupri - I Got To Have It | ] |
Ya so (your gonna see alot of entries starting with "ya so") this weeks been pretty average. Boring to say the least. But, I seem to be joking around alot lately. I'm usually a lil bit funny and kiddish, but this week its been everyday, like insane jokes and laughter all over. Professor Loran preaching his sexual maneuvers, hilarios shit. I dont know. People say "dude your fucking hilarious," but I honestly don't see it in me. Is that bad? Or is that good? Ehh who knows, I'm flattered to be "knighted" with such an honor. For some people I'm a brotherly friend, meaning were close(r)than/like brothers, just not really brothers. For others I'm a goofy, all around good friend. For others a male prostitute escort (you know who are, and I know your smiling, oohhh, you touch my TRALALA, lmao). For others I'm a love interest. For others I'm an enemy, "Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight." Whichever you may be, I love you! You didnt expect that did you. Well.......your gay, shutup!
Some other things to note:
I want to buy a baby bear!
When I say "dont lie to me", lol, I'm never serious.
Vote Cinnamon man for president!
Dodge Viper rules!
No panties with jeans, that so necessary!
This apparent earthquake seems to be scarin more people than I thought. I dont see the point in being scared. Sure your house might collapse, people might die, but look at the good side.....oh wait it doesnt exist, ahh well, tough luck nigga! I'm sorry that was harsh and did not need to be said. But ya, I'm not to worried about it. If it comes, it comes, what can I do about it. Nothing. Theres no one I can protect, so its pointless. The most I can do is comfort my friends, which I can gladly do. I want to do it. The last thing I want is one of my friends being hurt. But anyway... |
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| If only a Viper would bite! |
[May. 4th, 2004|12:21 am] |
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| | Charged | ] |
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| | Frank Sinatra - Luck Be A Lady Tonight; Monster Garage Theme | ] |
Ya so, starting this one off with more boring AP talk. May 10th, D-Day for the bio class. I'm a bit worried, but I'm not shitting bricks. I'm hoping for a 4. My plan is to study my ass of this week, and then Sunday (the night before), forget about it, party, fool around, and maybe go over some major concepts. But the detail work is goin down this week. I just wanna pass it and get it over with. I dont wanna have to worry about anything after that. The rest of my classes are a joke so the "finals" are nothing I'm worried about.
Moving on to some car talk. The Dodge Viper. WOOOOOOW, I dont know why, but I've had this insane love for it lately. I just wanna take one and fly down a road at like 190 mph. I wanna feel the rush, hear the roar of 500 horses pulling me down the raw, fresh, untouched concrete. I went to the Dodge website where you can hear the engine. So I maxed out my speakers and blasted it. My dad heard it from across the house. The thing is insane. Its by far the loudest car ever, and YES, ITS IS LOUDER THAN THE DIABLO! Mike or Shant, don't IM me saying that the Diablo and Porsche GT are louder, cause they are not. Do not fuck with American Muscle! The Viper and the Skyline are the only two cars I will ever pay over 50 thousand dollars for.
Lately lifes been goin well. Friends are good. The men are doin well. The women are doin well. Good talkin to a few of them. My grades are up, except for English. Fucking Chak. Aparently I've been transfered to hell w/o knowing it. Yep, everyday, 8:15 to 9:05, I visit the devil. (S)he teaches me shit, I sleep, and pass with an A. I can't believe some people complain about its dificulty. Its a joke, literally, if there was a joke you could tell, it would be "Mrs. Chak's English class." They would then laugh, whileeeee you steal there car, OHHH YESSS! Only reason my grades have been suffering is becuase I havn't (and still don't) taken my book home...since like October.
But ya. YEP, thats my story, just one soldier in a brotherhood. Out there, to push back the enemy, whichever form it may come in. "But I know that for every man I kill, the farther away from home I feel." If I had nothing to lose, I would join a war. But not a war like the one we have now. This isn't a war. Were not defending anything, were not protecting anybody, maybe Bush's wallet, but nothing else. I'de be fascinated by war. I'de like to see if a brotherhood really forms, as alot say they do. But I can't imagine dying and not seeing some of the people that I talk to everyday, and take for granted. I gotta appreciate their beauty, the joy they bring me. You see how much hell war is for some people, people that are tramatized for life. But half that trama must be from their thoughts of not returning to their loved ones. Thats why you have to get the most out of it until its gone. Take all your chances, because next thing you know your on a plane headed to England being equipped with M-16's, with a 50% chance of returning. It might seem cool to blow some guys head off with a .50 cal M-82 or w/e, but they're just like you on the other side. Another group of sheep being slaughtered for the sin of only a few people...
P.S. Every one man bleeds for the sin of another. |
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| RUNNNNN ITS THE 5-0! |
[May. 2nd, 2004|11:44 am] |
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| | Mario Winans ft. P Diddy - I don't Wanna Know | ] |
Wow, yesterday was quite a fiasco, but pretty fun. It was SAT II day. Don't wanna go to much into that, but, it was pretty easy. Not bad. Anyway. At night, there was my friends Annie's b-day party. I got there around 8:30, the music was load as hell. Almost everybody there was either drunk, high, or smoking something else. Everybody was from Hoover high, so nobody knew who anybody was. So we saw the party was laggin, so we decide to go to my friend Alex's house, he lives right down the block, so it was like a 30 second walk. We get there, we play some bball. We go in and play some Texas Hold 'Em. We talk a lil bit then had back over to the party. It had died down even more, and we heard it was gonna be a bust, so we had back over. 5 mins later the cops show up and break it. There were Police choppers were with their searchlights over the neighborhood. Kinda stupid, all that just over a party, but w/e. SO everybodyyy then fled to Alex's house. There were some fights and arguments, due to the drinks. But ya. Then my friend Masis and I drive a few people home to prevent anything else. I gotta tell you, this guy us a crazy driver. when I say crazy, I dont mean he drives like a maniac whos about to crash. He drives reallyyyyyy well. You would think hes been driving for years, but its only been 4 months since hes had his license. The guy knows when to be sensible and when to go crazy, and ultimatley, thats what a good driver is all about. His car was pretty awesome. He drives a Buick LeSabre LS, and WOOOOOOW, youd be surprised at how this thing flies. It accelerates like theres no tomorrow and can hit 80 in like 5 seconds. I was surprised, but I realized that these American cars like Buick and Cadillac pack alot of power into their engines, its just that the cars are heavy. So we got back at 11:45. Alex's parents were home, but almos everbody was gone, so they were cool with it. At 12 I call my parents to pick me up. Iwas really pissed. They still dont let me drive far distances by myself. They say give it a few weeks. So end of May, I should be mobile. I got back home at 12:35.
I came home, I watched some SNL, and wow, Lindsey Lohans is pretty hot. But anyway. I call Mike S. up and talk him for a while. Then I fell asleep on my bed to the Mario song that I put in my music. And dats it.
Thats enough for this journal, until next time, lets take a look at "Pierre Bernard's Recliner of Rage." |
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| My joy, my tears, my everything! |
[Apr. 27th, 2004|09:11 pm] |
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| | chipper | ] |
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| | Jay Z - My 1st Song; Jay Z - Dirt Off Your Shoulder | ] |
Today was my birthday. The day of my birth. 16 years ago I was a baby, couldnt talk, couldnt walk. But I've made it. From a helpless lil baby to a grown man with a license. Not too bad. This completes the first division of my life. First step to maturity and independence. It'll be a few more years 'till I'm completely self reliant, but for now, I have to milk what I have.your I didnt have a massive rave party. That stuff really isnt necessary. Last time I did that my house nearly collapsed. A simple "happy B-day Mikey" (or DA, whichever you prefer) is fine with me. But ya, thats my story. I finally got my drivers license today. I wasn't nervous about it. I got there at 3, but waited until 4:30 to take it. When the guy came, I thought I was gonna fail. He looked like a jail break fugitive. His voice sounded like those people who smoke through their throats. But it turned out he was a nice guy. I went to the Glendale DMV. It was like a bee hive. So damn busy. But ya, the test only took 8 minutes. I got 5 mistakes. All of them were traffic checks. If wou ask me, who cares about traffic when you have the right of way. But anywho...
SAT II's comin up this saturday. I'm fairley confident about them. I expect atleast a 700 on both. The test is only 1 hour long, so I wont fall asleep half way through, like I do on the three hour test, which, at the 100th question I randomley mark answers (unless its important Ex. of not important -> Miss O's prep bio tests which dont count, a mere torture method). AP's are May 11th! For me atleast. The AP Euro guys have it earlier. God be with you all. AP is the test I'm worried about due to the detail of the questions. I hoping for a ton of charts and Test-cross problems because I do well there. Heirdy-Weinberg...totally screwed. If I could go back to Hardy and Weinberg's time, I'de be charged for double homicide. I'm aiming for a 4.
Well, thats enough for this journal, until next time "lets look into the year 2000."
P.S. I love the missies. |
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| Navy SEALS rule! |
[Apr. 21st, 2004|12:29 am] |
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| |  devious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | DMX - Party Up | ] |
Arite, I wanna start by saying that my missile production is coming along pretty well. I'm making progress. I still need to figure out how the GPS tracker can be used to steer the missile in flight. But anyway, when thats done, I'll need a paint design and some aluminum casing. After that, I'll be national threat. And honestly, thats what I'm going for. I wanna have a silo on my roof, like the White House. The rocket engines have been perfected, I can either use the freefall method, where the missile flies really high, the engines then die out, and it freefalls to the target. The other method would be the typical way where the engines go until impact. But anyway, enough of that.
Just recently some dramatic crap happened. I'm pretty ammused about it. Surprised, thats for sure. Some people are just complete fakes. Disgust me. Never trust anybody besides your homies man, thats one lesson to learn. Walk away from anything that seems even the slightest bit off the norm. And one last lesson, "Don't try to teach someone who cant be taught."
Other than that, Pepsi, DMX, 6 Flags, Taco Bell, and fast cars rule! Pepsi is an amazing drink. DMX is an amazing rapper. His lyrics are so mean and vicious, and you gotta love that about him. 6 Flags, no need to say anything there. Taco Bell rules. And fast cars are sweet sweet hunks of metal, rubber, plastic, and maybe some carbon fiber (carbon fiber is the exlcusive shit). O ya, Conan O'Brien is much more funnier than Jay. He's more genuine.
I wanna talk about Navy SEALS. They're pretty crazy guys. If you didnt know, SEAL stands for Sea-Air-Land (US Navy military special tactics squadron). Those guys go through hell, and for a petty ammount of 70 grand a year. Pretty good knowing that people like them protect your lazy ass, swimming through ice cold water, jumping out of helicopters, and killing Iraqi's while your ass is sitting at home munching on Carls Jr.
Well, thats enough for this journal, until next time, I'de like to say "Oh snap, GOING, GOING, GHANDIIII!" |
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| Frankenstein wastes a minute of our time! |
[Apr. 17th, 2004|02:00 am] |
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| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bubba Spraxxx - Deliverance | ] |
Well Thursday was one of the best days ever. Sevan C, and my friends from ASA: Allen and Andy, came to 6 flags. We got there around 10:30, bought the tickets and stuff. This time we bought fast passes. So we get in and headed straight to Viper. We cut the lines with the fast pass and sat all the way in the front in 5 minutes. We got off and had some Panda Express. We walked to Goliath, and again cut the lines and sat that. We headed to Scream, and nobody was in line, so we saved our fast passes. We chilled for a bit, sat on some stupid kiddy rides. We went back to Viper and rode it again. We then headed to X cause the line was smaller. So we waited for an hour and a half. We got on. The ride was 30 seconds long. Sevan looked like he just got shot. I couldnt tell if he was terrified or really impressed, but his mouth was open and he wasnt saying anything. So we did that and headed back to Goliath. We sat that again and then went to the "Gotham city Backlot." We went to Batman. Nobody wanted to go on cause they thought the ride sucked. I was disagreeing the whole time. We finally got on after an hour. I dunno but that ride seems really fast. We got off and everybody loved it. Now after this was the fuckin painful part of the day. Were walking around doing pretty much nothing, and I see this ride called Atom Smasher. I say lets ride it. We sit on it. Now the way this ride works is that it seats 2 people per car, and the cars are attached to a giant whell that spins while making these up and down fluctuations. So Sevan and I get on. They start, and the ride suddenly is moving at like 800 miles per hour. The thing about this ride is that the person to the right is supposed to crush the guy on the left (being me) due to the centripetal force. So Sevan plows into me. My ribs are literally being crushed on the steel bars. It was painful, but I was dying of laughter. We sat on that three times. And now I'm bruised all over. We go off that. Sevan and Allen had a second lunch while me and Andy sat on Gold Rusher. Pretty gay ride, but w/e. We then went home. When we got home I saw that my rockets came, so we decided to launch a few. I set it up and launch the first one. We then hook it up for another launch, but it didnt flying anymore for some reason. We had a lil competiton goin, but we headed back in, it was getting cold. We talked for a lil while, and then he left, so I was to myself. I get online, talk to some people and sleep.
Spring breaks been good to me. Found out the truth on some people. Got pretty close to other people. Watched some movies. Watched Saving Private Ryan like 800 times. Saw the apprentice finale, it was awesome. Glad to see Bill won. Kwame was really good too though. Turns out hes been offered a job by the multibillion dollar owner of the Dallas Cowboys (football team).
I got close to a few people over break. It gave me a chance to talk and really get to know them. Really enjoy the conversation. Meaningful stuff is discussed, not stupid shit, but its passed to fast, I could go on forever if I wanted to, particularly with the people I went with on thursday and one other "missy".
Besides all that, I'm planning on building my own type of missile. It sounds really out there, but I want to. I wanna call it the Windspike cruise missile. I can build it, but I need to buy a GPS to put on it. Maybe I can supply Gaby's communist military with them.
Well, thats the end of this one, until next time lets let "Frankenstein waste a minute of our time!!!" |
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| Blocked, and I can't see the box |
[Apr. 14th, 2004|11:49 pm] |
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| |  mischievous | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The O'Jays - For The Love Of Money | ] |
Ok, when I started this journal, I was totally blocked. Didn't know what to write about. Gaby IMed me yelling at me to write a new journal. But, theres absolutley nothing to write about. What can I talk about, my adventures to the dentists office? Well, since theres nothing else, why not.
So I go over there at 3:30 and get called in right away. I felt like a VIP. So they numb my mouth. It felt swolen. They cleaned my teeth. Thats it. I dont know why them numbed me for it. It was probably cause he used this weird thing that polishes the teeth. Anwayyyy, I left. Heres something that interested me. In toothpaste commercials, they always advertise the slogan "Have a dentist fresh clean feeling." But honestly, I can make my teeth feel much cleaner just by brushing, flossing, and a good listerine to fry anything else left in your mouth. But anyway, teeth are imporant, keep them clean and healthy yo!
Ya, that what happened today. Pretty boring. I fired off a few rounds on my new BB gun. Man, that thing is insane, really powerful. I'm scared I'm going to kill someone. Its muzzle velocity is 1000 feet per second. I find that remarkable. You dont even have to pump this one, you just cock the muzzle down, load the pellet, and fire, kinda like those old double barrel shotgun. Actually its exactly the same way. Its really pimpish.
Moving to other things. This Condeleezza Rice trial at the 9/11 committee has been killed in the news and "The John Stewart Show." I mean, she did say some really stupid things, but cmon, how long can this go on. I'm conflicted over the matter. I'm really conflicted over choosing to be a GOP or DP. Its important to me. Other people might see that as a really superficial thing, but I dont. I gotta choose yo! So gomme some ideas that will help influence my choice. Throw all your radical shit at me. I'm interested to read your fanatic ideas.
Ok, thats enough for this journal, until next time, YOUR FIRED! |
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| Home Star |
[Apr. 11th, 2004|01:54 pm] |
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| | P Diddy - Its All About The Benjamins | ] |
Wow everything is so boring. Rather be at school. Going out isnt fun either, I go out, and its like staying home. Its not fun. I kept myself busy with homework for a lil bit since thursday, but that got boring too. so yesterday I went and bought a few rockets. Nothing special, just a lil one to fly. So I go to my backyard and launch that thing. I had 4, and lost them all. Youd be surprised at how fast a 5 ounce rocket falling from 250 feet can go. Two of them luckily fell back into our yard so I could relaunch them. On their way back, one of them made a lil crack in the concrete, and the other one dug 2 inches further than its length into the dirt.
Todays Easter. Yep.............Thats all I have to say about that.
I got the new Motor Trend mag. a few days ago, and I saw the 2006 Lotus Esprit concept. Well, the Esprit is by far my most favorite car sitting just beneath the Nissan Skyline. I saw what they're doing to it, and I was fuckin pissed. They are taking that beautiful car and turning it into some ugly wannbe batmobile piece of shit. And its ORANGE. Why is it, that since the Orange 350Z was intoduced, every car is now metallic orange. Dont they realize that orange does not go well on Minivans and Suv's. What mom will drive her kid to soccer practice in a Neon/Metallic orange Toyota Sienna. This isnt a "construction ahead" sign, its a god damn minivan. And moms at our school are doing this: Orange Suv's and Minivans. Theyre Armenian, they need all the attention.
Anway, I have a god damn English research paper to do over this break. I hate this, the topics have nothing to do with Julius Caesar. Fuckin Chak, who told her to be an English teacher.
Other than all those things, everything is cool. I'm happy that things are going the way they are.
P.S. The acronym "P.S." stands for Post Scriptum, which is latin for Post Script. |
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| HMMMMMMMMM? |
[Apr. 7th, 2004|05:39 pm] |
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| |  relaxed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Red Hot Chili Peppers - Suck My Kiss | ] |
Ok I wanna discuss the issue of In-school relationships compared to Out-of-school relationships. I wanna know which ones ultimatley are better. Both of them have their advantages and disadvantages. But which ones make the couple happier and the relationship last longer. Ok, here it is: In-school relationship advantages - 1) More contact 2) You can tell whether your compatibale or not in a working and moving environment. In-school relationship disadvantage - 1) You see eachother too much, theres no "I miss you" factor 2) Any small slip up, and boom, theres a big fight and everybody gets into the personal life, the news spreads like a plague, a spreading pandemic 3) If either partner spreads bad news after the break up, the other partner's life is over, a pariah (outcast) of society. Now, out-of-school relationships. OOS (out-of-school) relationship advantages - 1) Theres the "miss factor", your urge to see your partner is much greater, therefore your night is much more meaningful, no superficial conversation such as "so, you like the chicken kebab today?" 2) No one becomes an outcast because they are foreign to the opposing schools 3) Fighting amongst friends over the matter is virtually nonexistant, and gossiping is at a bare minimum. OOS relationship disadvantages - 1) Less contact (but take into consideration what I said in the OOS relationship advantages part 1) 2) Compatibility factor is vague.
I believe that either way, theres something wrong that hinders the chance of a perfect relationship. But it comes down to the person, and how they like their relationship to pan out in the end. |
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| Exhausted, but my mind still hasnt fallen asleep, WHATS GOING ON! |
[Apr. 5th, 2004|01:52 am] |
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| |  hyper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jacob Armen - Breakthrough | ] |
"Your sitting in your own filth" - Dogbert. Thats one thing I wanted to get out of the way before I get into the important stuff. I am ammused at how people ever took baths as a way of cleaning there body of filth that had formed throughout the day. Whats the point if theres no constant water flow. How can you possibly clean yourself like that, wouldnt your body, from the neck down, be drenched in disgusting water as you get out and dry yourself. This topic thats always ammused me, and I wanted to get my thoughts out. Showering is the way to go!
Ok, now that thats over, lets move onto other things. This weekend was a tiring one for me. Running around taking tests, partying, sleeping late, and doing homework really takes your energy away. My saturdays ventures were described in the previous entry, so I wont go there. Yesterday (Sunday, check the time when I wrote this) was a weird day. Sundays are always weird for me. I woke up around 12:15. I then realized that it was daylight savings time, so I set the clocks. So I had already lost an hour. The time was really 1:15, not 12:15. I dunno, I dont like surprises to much, especially when you hear that TIME has been changed! But it was cool, I was pissed cause I lost an hour which I couldve used on my history paper, but w/e, I got my sleep on, and whats better than sleep, except sex? So I got up from bed, set the clocks around the house. My parents had gone to San Diego for a day, so the house was pretty much to myself. I had a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats (lucky charms suck Gaby, lool). I watched some TV, then my brother asked me if I wanted to go Big 5 with him. So we go. We went so my brother can get some new fisihing material cause he goes fishing at a lake somewhere within 20 miles of UCI. While hes doing that, I check out the rifles. I then go over to the basketball, football, and soccer section. I check out the stuff, and then move to the soccer section. I decide I wanna buy a ball, so I pick out the Infusion soccer ball, and I go. My brother and I get the stuff and go home. He then packs up and leaves for UCI, his spring break ended.
I go and work on my history paper and study a bit of math. I finish my paper and the rest of my HW. My parents come back from San Diego. We talk n shit. I go outside to play with the new ball I bought, give it a test drive. So I kick it and it immediatley flies into the neighbors rose bush. The rose petals flew off and a hissing noise was coming from the ball. I was pretty fuckin pissed. But I patched it up with epoxy glue, so its good now.
I was thinkin about yesterdays event, and I remember the good time I had. It was really a good party, it was an unprecidented experience. No AGBU "scholar" could've pulled that type of party off because they invite only AGBU people, and maybe 2 or 3 other people from outside. But this was so good, cause it was a huge melting pot of high school students having a great time together. People came from everywhere. Glendale high, Clark, CV, Providnce, and AGBU. It was really good. We were lucky though that the party wasnt broken up by cops or anything. The cops didnt even show up, considering that some people from GH came and rioted. It was great.
I'm thinkin of havin a party myself, and a shit ton of people will be invited, not just AGBU. But I'm affraid that no house will remain afterwards. My neighbors would freak in seconds once the music comes on, so I dont know. The idea is still lingering in my head. But there is always the issue of throws (people not invited, yet they show up) showing up. I dunno, we'll see.
My birthday is comin' up, and I cant decide what to buy with my loot. Or maybe I should keep it in the bank, like every other year. But keeping it in the bank is boring, I probably have a billion dollars in there anyway. I might buy a new electric shaver. Maybe a better pellet gun. Maybe a new mp3 player. Or maybe take a close friend to a night out. I'll have my license by then (hopefully), so that shouldnt be a problem. Don't know yet.
Well tomorrows a school day. I really don't want to go, but I have to, to much to do. Math quiz, english test, and I have to hand in my history paper. Atleast theres no huge biology event, so thats good. I could get a few hours of shut eye tomorrow when I get home, and then back to the desk.
P.S. Why are hobos put on this earth? |
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| Pimp partys, hard tests, hot chics, ehh, thats my life! |
[Apr. 4th, 2004|12:25 am] |
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| | satisfied | ] |
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| | Xzibit - Multiply | ] |
Arite the day started off by me making up at 8:05. I got up, brushed my teeth, dressed, and went to school. Got there 10 mins early, sat down with the guys, and did nothing. The doors opened, and Miss O came out telling us to go into the torture chamber. We went in, sat down, and the scantrons were handed out. The test was like 800 pages thick. After an hour and 30 minutes my brain was begging for mercy. I was tired as fuck. I wanted to go home and get another 5 years of sleep. So then we do the essays. I BS my way through it, and get it over with. Then I went home, got my hair cut, showered, and worked on my history paper.
7 oclock came around, and I got ready for my friend Allen's party. Wev known each other for 5 years, so were pretty close. So I get there around 8:15. I meet all my friends which I hadn't seen in TWO YEARS. I was freakin out, it was a surreal enviorment, like some twilight zone episode. I mean, these guys were my homies for 11 years man. Every single one of them. And when you dont see them for that long, it feels like a whole other part of your mind awakens to all the good stuff in the past. I got used to the AGBU guys, seeing these guys was like meeting yourself, cause 11 years makes those guys a part of you, and that can never be erased. It was so awesome, no better feeling ever that seeing those guys again.
So I'm outside waiting for "a friend" to come in so we can walk inside the house. She eventually showed up, and we went inside. When we get inside, I see someone that I had been seeing in 8th grade. I see her, walk up and say "hi". She said hi back, and theres this really awkward pause. I dont really know what happened. We hug n shit, and I move on. I asked my friend why shes acting like this (remember I havn't sene her in 2 years, thing change). He says something but I'm not going into that. So we sit down, I say hi to everyone, then go the living room and watch TV. After TV, I decide I want to go dance. So I tell my friends to hit the floor. None of them want to, theyre either too drunk, tired, lazy, bored, or just plain do not like to dance. I say fuck them and head to the floor. Next thing you know power goes out. When it comes back on, I go back to the floor. All the girls are dancing. 60% of which I do not know. Hardly any guys, and I dont recognize them either. So I say fuck it. I go outside with my close friend, and we conversate on stuff for a good 30 mins. We come back in, and he doesnt want to dance.
At this point some people are piss-drunk, and dont know whats going on. I have one friend who I wont name gets really drunk, runs into walls, hits on random girls, sleeps on tables, etc. They later throw him into the pool. Pretty funny.
The night was coming to a close. I had met up with some of my tightest friends, and essentially, a party is having a good time with them. Another person from my new school came, and the party just felt better with her around. Overall it was great. For me, this was more of a reunion party than a "go insane and get laid" party. Good stuff. Wont forget it.
P.S. Masis, next time your ass will be shaking on that dance floor you bitch! |
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| The AP Biology Massacre |
[Apr. 2nd, 2004|09:58 pm] |
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| | numb | ] |
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| | Blur - Song 2 | ] |
Alright, I'm kinda numb from what happened today, so excuse me if I act a bit accentric.
The day seemed alot shorter than it usually does. I dont know why, because when your nervous, things seem to slow down, for me atleast. But it passed by so quickly. This bio test was by far the biggest annihilation ever. In math class Nalbandian bitched at me for studying bio, which got me really aggrivated. She said "why are you studying, I already gave you time." I was confused as of to when the HELL did she give me time to study! I hate this shit! I already have other crap to worry about, and now bio. and on top of everything, I have a 54 chapter biology test, saturday morning, when, as I've said before, half my brain is still sleeping. But it shouldn't be that bad, only 3-4 questions per chapter. And 4 essays on top of that. Alot goin on tomorrow. Big bio test, and then an "event" at night.
Lately I havn't been getting excited about fridays. Usually I'm very happy that the work ends for one afternoon. But not anymore. I come home, sleep for 2 hours, wake up, do a lil' homework, watch tv, shower, watch more tv, listen to music, work on the computer, and then sleep. No excitment anymore. Its a inmates life, and its all because of AP Biology.
Anyway, I'm gonna end this here, I have to go back to my cell.
P.S. My cell smells like a urinal, its quite disgusting. |
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| Summer no longer exists! |
[Mar. 30th, 2004|10:45 pm] |
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| | Chili Peppers - Get On Top | ] |
Ok I'm not gonna start off saying how this is my first journal, because, even though it is, nobody cares. They wanna hear something that has to do with them. And I know other people (not going to name anybody) are going to make accounts, and start the first one off saying "o ya man, DA is right, no intro here."
Well, summers pretty close. Going to be a good one. A productive one, thats for sure. No more sleeping 'till 2, then playing games 'till 6. Then partying 'till who knows when. The partying is still gonna be there, but the rest of its not. And it scares me, cause I've never really entered a world of resposibility. But this year, "Summer no longer exists!" July 6-30 the summer program starts. Pre-cal prep and art. There goes one month of summer. July through august I'm interning at Congressman Schiffs office. There goes the rest of the summer. I'll squeeze in the parties and other stuff. But its definitley gonna be hectic. Waking up early, the time of the day when half your brain is still dead. How can they possibly expect me to do work at that hour. Christ! But anyway, I guess I dont have a choice. I might work at the Burbank park services, and its funny how you can tell your supervisor is gonna be a Mexican. I called the other day to see if there are openings for a volunteer job, and in my head I'm jokin' around saying that my supervisor is going to be Mexican. And the next thing you know, the guy on the phone says "look out for a guy named Carlos." I then burst into an uncontrolable laughter, but good thing the guy put me on hold. Its sad, but w/e. Biology isn't making anything easier. I can't concentrate ony my other subjects, nor my community service. My saturdays are now gone, alone with PE and study hall. I feel like France during WW2 (lets not get into that). I dunno, the Six Flags opportunities are really slim now. But summer should still be cool....I hope.
Mike (DA) |
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