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The life of a fiendish schizophrenic.

Thursday, August 07, 2003

Song of the moment: When Worlds Collide by Powerman 5000


I'm probably going to hang out with Robin today, before I go to work. That little bitch is moving to San Jose, can you believe it? She's one of my oldest friends [not literally] and just SUDDENLY her mother decides to move to San Jose right before school starts. Bah, I guess I'm going to have to jack my mom's car a few times more so I could go there at least twice a month to go visit her. hahahahahahahaha


I'm gonna go now and SHOWER my ass off. I still smell like corn dogs. ugh.


Peace late.

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

Song of the moment: Blurry by Puddle of Mudd


Wooh, here are the plans for today:


-Go to Hodgies to get my check
-Go downtown to cash it/make a deposit
-Go to Borders and look around
-Go to the Boardwalk and hope to run into Daniel


Wow. I am so cool... lol. Plans for tommorow/phone calls to be made for the rest of the week:


-Wake up around 9-10 so I could make it to the movies at 12 [With Ryan and Elena... with Lorraine too if she can go]
-Walk around downtown until I have to start work at 4:30
-After work, challenge everyone at Initial D and piss Peter off by beating him again and then laugh in his face
-Call Robin and Steph and arrange a get together with Kyle and Jimmy and whoever else wants to go do something
-Get in contact with Isaac and ask him if he wants to hang out before school starts
-Call Ray and some people from A.S.S. and ask them what's going on
-Call Erin and force her to come visit me
-Call Grace and tell her to go to the Boardwalk


I think I should get a cell phone again... but then I would have to transfer all of the numbers from my old cell phone into the new one, and then blah blah blah. I have like 200 phone numbers in my old cell phone. Do you know how much that will suck transfering all those names and crap into another stupid piece of junk cell phone? I COULD just bring my old and new cell phone everywhere and use my old cell phone as a "phone book", but that would be so lame.


Holy crap I should get going now. PEACE LATE.

Song of the moment: Island in the Sun by Weezer


simianantithesis: mil!
I am NOT pangit: ryan!
I am NOT pangit: lol

simianantithesis: i have a question...
I am NOT pangit: hmm?
simianantithesis: Do you still like Japanese music a little?
I am NOT pangit: kinda sorta
I am NOT pangit: why?

simianantithesis: ok... wait
simianantithesis: http://216.239.53.104/search?q=cache:6VB3EoLZaf8J:www.yujinsha.net/eccoekko/video/video.html+ake-kaze+video&hl=en&ie=UTF-8
simianantithesis: click on "HAYASHI ASUKA
ake-kaze (© toshiba emi)"
I am NOT pangit: is that a music video?
simianantithesis: yeah
simianantithesis: it's a stream
I am NOT pangit: kay
I am NOT pangit: it's downloading right now
I am NOT pangit: i have to download some internet explorer thingy

simianantithesis: really?
I am NOT pangit: its playing now
I am NOT pangit: bleh
I am NOT pangit: it's alright...

simianantithesis: guess how old she is
I am NOT pangit: umm
I am NOT pangit: 45

simianantithesis: no
simianantithesis: 11
I am NOT pangit: WHAT?!
I am NOT pangit: yeah right
simianantithesis: that's why i was so amazed
I am NOT pangit: lol
I am NOT pangit: i don't believe it though

simianantithesis: she's 14 now... but when she made the video.. she was 11
I am NOT pangit: it could be just a publicity stunt
simianantithesis: her name's hayashi asuca
I am NOT pangit: asuka
simianantithesis: no
simianantithesis: they spell it weird
simianantithesis: the right way
I am NOT pangit: haha oookay
simianantithesis: strange
simianantithesis: http://www.jpop.com/asuca.php
I am NOT pangit: damn..
I am NOT pangit: wtf lol
I am NOT pangit: wow

simianantithesis: lol
simianantithesis: how can she sing like thAT!?
I am NOT pangit: i have no idea
I am NOT pangit: haha
I am NOT pangit: maybe they gave her steroids

simianantithesis: omg
simianantithesis: lol
I am NOT pangit: and made her voice more mature
I am NOT pangit: ^^;

simianantithesis: maybe she has testicles
I am NOT pangit: hahahahahahahaha


Hrmm... I guess today is just going to be another normal day. I had a deep fried twinkie yesterday.. it made me sick. After I ate it, Mallory accidentally made this vegetable stir fry and told me to eat it. Ugghhhh I thought I was going to throw up after that, I barely had like 2 bites and I threw it away. Daniel visited me at Hot Dog on a Stick today, too bad there was a big line and I couldn't even talk to him. So yeah, we just waved at each other and I asked him where he was working although when I left to go on my break to visit him, he was already off. Poopy.

Blah I need to take a shower now. My brother is probably going to leave without me. Again. -_-;


Laytah. [PEACE-LATE! lol]

Monday, August 04, 2003

I do not want to admit this... but I must speak the truth. I hate this. Still, I will look on to hope, for how long can I be a coward?


Have long have you all been telling yourselves... "maybe"... "I'll do better"... "It may be different"... all along with "next time"?


Are each of us somehow significant, somehow? How can we possibly, unbias, look into our hearts and admit the truth? How can any of us admit, we want to be better but we chose, we chose ourselves, to be useless? What exactly makes you so important?


Naive little boys and girls talking about their dreams and future, yet they can't do much in the present time. People see you as you are... so many people think they are so clever, so convincing, so manipulative... yet in the end, they are nothing.


How long do they think they can depend on social manipulation? It's all be long, and it's all in the past. All the so-called leaders of the world already done all the work for their own well-being, so do they not this they'll be seen for who they are? In the end, perhaps they may be destroy, and they may just as well deserve it, unless they see...


People complain all the time, but what are they doing to make a difference? What are they doing to try to change it and improve? "I don't care..." "I want to go home" "I don't want to do it"... all signs of laziness, cowardice, and weakness. Just shutup if you are not even trying to do anything... but especially if you were given a chance. And let me tell you, not everyone has an opportunity to do something.


Some people are so fortunate, yet they never realize it. Some people can have it so easy, yet they want to make it seem harder than it is. Some people can do so much, for themselves or for others, yet they're too lazy or selfish to be of any use.


All men were not created equal. They told you that everyone are created equal? All lies, illusions, ideals... a fantasy. A statement said because they want to make ti seem they are as good as anyone else, or want to make it seem that they don't have an edge over anyone, and accomplish so much through perspiration, where everyone had equal opportunity but lacked the ability.... please.


People think about themselves so much, they forget how easily some things can be solved. Others see how they can help, yet they hold back either because it's a hassle, or they fear... fear that their perception was wrong, and others' situation was much worst than first thought.


Why do they tell people they go through things worst than others, if they do not know anything about others? Why tell people they have it so bad, if they do not tell them what is so bad? Why do they bother to tell others they have so much problems, if they are only going to say "you know nothing about me/what's going on"? If they are only going to think about themselves, and not listen to others, why can't they just shutup, instead of telling others to shutup when others may be right? After all, they brought it up...


Now away from my thoughts, to ask, has anyone yet noticed these are many topics merged in one? That these may have nothing to do with ym first few initial phrases? Now that I have broke you from this trance, let's help you forget, for the truth hurts.


I filled out a survey thing. I don't like these, but I was like, what they heck... I'm bored and my stupid cunt of a mother along with that idiot I like to call sister are still watching a stupid movie downstairs.



If you were ???, what would you be?
[a flower] Bittersweet, Iris, or Snowdrop.
[an animal] ... okay, it's getting to long. Let's skip alittle...



[are you left handed or right handed?] Right.
[are you smart?] Define smart and I'll give you a more broadened answer.
[whats your middle name?] Mendador. It was my grandfather's last name. It's traditional for the women in the Philippines to give your kids the honor of your father's last name as their middle name.
[how many personalities do you have?] Let's just say, the infinite amount of numbers in a living world is not enough to calculate the different personalities that I as an individual possess.
[how many piercings do you have?] One on each ear. Ooooh, I'm a rebel now. *rolls eyes*
[tattoos?] Blegh. None.
[do you like v-8?] Yeah, as much of a junk food fiend as I am, I still consume the healthy stuff once in a while.
[what was your first word?] Who made this question, a stalker?
[are you superstitious?] Are you ugly?
[do you read your horoscope?] That doesn't really ask me anything. Yeah, sometimes I read it, like when a friend forces me to read his horoscope...
[do you believe in that stuff] Now we're getting somewhere, good job! No.
[Can you do a cartwheel?] Now? I have absolutely no idea, so I guess that's a no.
[do you have bangs?] I'm Asian. I HAVE to have bangs. =D
[do you have contact lenses?] Even if I needed any type of eye prescription, I wouldn't use contacts because I personally think that people with glasses look smart and sophisticated; hence my collection of fake eye-glasses. =X
[can you drive?] Yes, I even taught myself how and drove over the mountains on my third day of driving, without a permit, license or any drivers training.
[what do you drive?] My life.
[do you snore?] I do not know, I was never awake when I was sleeping before... but theoretically, everyone snores, sometimes depending on the situation.
[do you drool in your sleep?] I wouldn't want to, now do I?
[do you lick your envelopes or use a sponge?] Using a sponge would be so much of an effort just to seal a little piece of glued-together paper. Licking your envelopes is the ghetto-lazy way to do it and I'm proud that I am one of those ghetto lazy people. POWER TO THE GHETTO!
[do you keep a journal?] Why not... there's my english journal... there's a book about my life... there's my online journal... why am I keeping these? =X
[what languages do you know?] What languages do I know? Many languages... let's see how many I can list... English, Korean, French, Spanish, Latin, German, Italian, Japanese, Chinese, Russian.. well, this list is going to get long if I'm allowed to continue.. NUR. I know of many languages, yet the question wasn't broad enough to actually ask what whoever intended it to be. It should at least been something like, "What languages can you speak?" or, "I am a retard and I have way too much time on my hands, so I should write a survey for other pathetic human beings such as I that possess a life almost not worth living because of the boredom that comes with it"
[whats the best awards show?] The imaginary one... you know, the one that doesn't exist or take up your time?
[do you like onions?] When "I feel like it". Depends on how "they" cook it and how I eat it.
[do you like cotton candy?] If I want to.
[do you like Pina coladas?] If they're made right.
[what instruments can you play?] Piano and guitar. I wish I could play precussion, but I haven't really had much practice with it and I can only do a few simple beats which isn't even worth me telling people I can play the damn instrument.
[what words do you overuse?] The, and, yes, no, huh, what, mister, miss, guy, girl, I, you, him, her... [less obvious words] idiot, fuck, shit, damn, HEY YOU STUPID MORON, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY COOKIES
[what do you sleep in?] A bed. I sleep in a bed. =P
[whats your bedtime?] My bed does not revolve around time.
[how many pillows do you have?] Technically none, since I never bought them... but I'm using two..
[do you like to dance?] Why? Want to feel me or something?..
[do you like to sing?] Yes, I love to sing. I sing to annoy people, I sing out of boredom, I sing when I am listening to a song in which I know the lyrics to, I sing when I---*shuts up*
[are you any good at it?] Hey, that's grounds for a fight right there. What?! You making fun of my super cool skills?
[how many cds do you have?] A lot... many of them are empty.
[do you like to talk on the phone?] No, not really. That was actually one of the main reasons why one of my boyfriends broke up with me. lol.
[how many times have you moved houses?] Well I'm assuming any type of homes are included besides houses... many times... so many that I cannot possibly remember them all.
[what do you think of chain letters?] Depending on the situation, it's a misnomer.
[do you like where you live?] No, because it could be better, but it isn't. And the people that I live with [other wise known as my family] are unsuited for my personal and emotional needs, thus I am only at home when I feel like blogging or for other obvious reasons like to sleep and take showers.
[is your room messy?] I don't even have a room, I sleep in the living room. POWER TO THE GHETTO.
[how many people go to your school?] Are you sure they are people?
[do you like your writing?] No, because it keeps changing it's mind.
[do you like to finger-paint?] Yes, because it was the only time I could paint my face in crazy homicidal war colors and chase my neighbors around the block, yelling obscene insults to anyone that crosses my path.
[What do you smell like?] I smell like pretty wildflowers and dandelions.
[Are you organized?] I hope so... but it doesn't always work out that way
[what do you put on hotdogs and hamburgers?] I don't really eat hot dogs or hamburgers. At least not anymore. None after today, I swear. I WILL STICK TO MY VEGETARIANISM, I SWEAR.
[do you sleep with socks on?] Do you sleep with your gloves on?
[are you ticklish?] Am I human? Well, I guess I'm not since I over came being ticklish, thanks for the help of my Auntie Paz.
[are you shy?] Can I be everything else?
[do you talk to yourself?] Yes, because it seems "normal" enough. Normal in my standards anyways.
[is your house 1, 2, or 3 stories?] I don't know if my house have any stories. It certainly never told me it had any, maybe I should ask it.
[do you have a basement or an attic?] I could. Then again, I can just say the ground is my basement, and the sky is my attic.
[what flavor fluoride do you get at the dentist?] I don't know... artificial mint?
[did you go to preschool?] Yes, yes I did.
[are you a morning person?] I am also an afternoon person, evening person, night person..
[whats your favorite outfit?] Outfit? Oh my, such words are beyond my mental comprehension!
[do you have a friend that you wish wasn't?] No, what type of friend would I be if I had a friend in which I despised? If I despised someone enough for them to make me wish I hadn't known them, they wouldn't have the title of being my friend, and would probably have been punched by me years ago.
[who has the sexiest voice in the world?] My mind... because it can influence me, seduce me, convince me, urge me, lead me...
[who has the most annoying voice in the world?] The imaginary voice asking these questions...
[Do you believe in reincarnation?] It's a fun thing to imagine about and talk about with other people, but beyond that, I would have to say "no" until someone comes up with hard proof that it's real.
[Do you believe in God?] I personally think that God is a childish dream, yet I feel as if I'm being ignorant for saying that, but oh well. It's what I honestly think.
[do you believe in aliens?] Aliens can be many things or represented by many things. Yes. If you're talking about extraterrestrials, then Yes also. It would be a fucking waste of this infinite universe if humans were the only "intelligient" beings around..
[do you believe in ghosts] Egh, same thing about reincarnation.
[do you believe in bigfoot?] ....
[do you believe in the loch ness monster?] No.
[whats your favorite feature (on yourself)?] My wit? I don't know.. Oh wait, are you talking about a physical feature? Because I would hate to admit to my concietedness and just bluntly say what I love most about my body, so I'll just shut up now.
[what do you do when you're nervous?] Why must I do anything? Can I not be whatever I want to be, or must I do something when I am something? But to answer that question, I bit my lip and I avoid eye contact. Either that, or I just laugh hysterically pretending everything is okay.
[who's your role model?] Role... model...?
[what will you name your daughter?] Uhh... why is it being implied that I will actually have a daughter in the first place?
[son?] Hmm... *continuing my ponder from the last question* what if I transition to being a lesbian and I never have a son or daughter? WHAT NOW, SMART ASS? Hah, just kidding. I can never be a lesbian, because I can never stand girls for more than two seconds until i want to kick thier ass for being so fucking girly.
[have you ever gone skinny dipping?] Yes, in my bathtub...
[have you ever thought you were gonna die?] Get a life... who's asking me these questions..
[where's the farthest place you ever traveled?] Sky... and who knows how far that is... can't really tell where's the beginning =/
[Would you rather burn to death or freeze to death?] ... freeze. Since my heart has frozen already. Haha. Just kidding. ?_?
[overly happy but poor or unhappy and overly rich?] I have been overly poor all my life and oblivious to it, therefore makes me happy... I guess... so I really don't mind staying this way for the rest of my life.
[if you could change your name, what would it be?] I would take out the "adel" part of my name, add an "ly", a space, and then finally, a "Vanilly" to complete the super duper cool name of Milly Vanilly.
[if you had a band what would you name it?] Persuading Fate.

Song of the moment: Nothing! by Mister nobody


I am supposed to be cleaning right now, hence there is nothing playing on my speakers because if I send out a little hint of me actually having the slightest bit of fun, my mother would come stomping up the stairs and start up another one of her lectures of me being a lazy good-for-nothing daughter.


So I suppose I shall ponder.



I remember when I was at the tender age of 8, 9, or 10, or was it 11? or 7? I was romping around my backyard when I came across a pile of muddy dog shit that some unwieldy canine left behind. Upon closer inspection, it was seemingly crawling across the pavement, moving as if it was alive. Upon even closer inspection, I saw the reflective surfaces of hundreds upon hundreds of ants, at which point I got a nasty whiff of the murky dog shit and was prompted to stumble aback.


But alas! I came back with avengeance unleashing my first genocidal act upon any living species. Needless to say, I still had my sanity intact as well as my sanitary appeal. I sniffed a lovely wad of spit, aimed, and hit it dead center of the pile of shit, scattering the future deceased. Then I had my fun. I was spinning around in little circles, arms waving wildly in the air, eyes lusting for blood, stomping anything that moved. I was in total ecstasy. The power I acquired over these simple-minded creatures, I marveled over.


But I felt a transformation coming upon me. These simple blood lusting feats was lacking the bloody ambition I should have with a coming of age… it was almost elementary. Of course I elaborated my schemes of turmoil I dispose on ants, e.g.: make them fight and place them in the little plastic dome you can purchase at those 25 cent vending machines, burning them to a crisp, chasing them around with the point-dot-foci of a magnifying glass until they start giving off the putridly foul stench of burning flesh, pouring lighter fluid over them and watching the whoosh-nuke effect, accompanied by shriveling bodies under the searing heat. I have modernized my methods of disposure, but yet to move up on the hierarchy of the evolutionary chain. Perhaps a lack of ambition and heart is my qualm.


Actually seeing the life leaving from an infinitely larger, warm blooded animal; drop by drop, spilling over on the pool of blood. Ripple effect, mind piercing tides. It makes me wonder. Do I have the heart to kill another human? Do I have what it takes to stand over my victim, sliding my knife through his throat, feeling the searing pain shivering over his body as the knife, bores deeper, deeper, harder. Can I maintain that burning desire of the lust for blood as he wails out for me to spare his life?


But wait… the knife is already in hand, the knife is already through the outer layers of flesh, of skin, of muscle, the knife is half way through, his neck just gave out - snap, his life passing away in my hands, heart came to a studdering stop - its done, finished. His head rolls off, lifeless, decapitated. I know I can. I imagine that his outer flesh and muscle of his throat giving away easily but I will have to actually saw through his spine. Saw through flesh and bone of your own brethren? Is it justifiable in the animal kingdom to kill out of spite? Out of hate? Out of HATE FOR MANKIND?! I don’t know.


I never hated ants; they just presented me with the opportunity to get Jewed around. They taught me the basics of how short and insignificant life is. It just takes one crazed motherfucker to end a life. What has subdued this passionate hatred for my fellow man? You mother fuckers did me wrrrrrrronggggggg… haha. No, it’s just late night ranting.



Chalk it up to perfectionist. An urge, almost the need to be creative, innovative and original. It's the desire to not repeat ones self, but to cultivate your thoughts into an ever-lasting creative renaissance.

I have slayed the ultimate enemy… myself.



My mother would be so proud if she could read this.


Pfft. As if she will ever find out about my deleterious thoughts and secretive dark intentions nor would she ever care. She has no idea what I do when I lock myself up in her room with a computer in hand, as I pierce together letters, creating a word, and building up those words to create a sentence, and those sentences to voice my thoughts out to the world. It seems like an eternity since that lapse of creative talent was tapped. I am never satisfied with whatever I write, especially if I read through it a dozen times and a billion more after that, being ever so fastidious over every single detail on my work as I always somehow find a reason to change something, to fix a grammar mistake, to replace a word for another meaning the same exact thing, yet making it sound a lot more aesthetic.


I am starting to get delirious. Maybe it's time for me to go to sleep, don't you agree?


*In my best Apu impersination*

"Thank you, come again."

Sunday, August 03, 2003

Song of the moment: She Hates Me by Puddle of Mudd


Wow, that lasted long. lol. I broke up with Brent like two days ago.... hah, at least it wasn't like with Anthony. Our "relationship" lasted like, 5 hours until I got home from hanging out with him and saying "yes, I'll be your girlfriend" until I IMed him and told him that we needed to talk. I'm so pathetic. haha.


But yeah, this week was very... [I'll say it again] interesting. I got caught [about the whole driving thing] because my brother ratted on me. He didn't know I was driving the entire week until the day that my mom and sister got back. I thought they were going back on Friday, so I put the car back to its normal parking spot. They actually got back on Saturday, and when my brother and I got back from work, my brother asked my sister how and why the car got hom before they did. They eventually figured it out and my sister got all mad and started yelling at me. I just laughed in front of her and laughed even more hysterically afterwards when she wasn't around. My brother also told my mom that I drove the car while they were gone this morning while I was waiting for her at the car so she could give me a ride to work, and my mom just told me to hurry up and get my license.


Although..... today, after work my mom was washing the car and found the dent on the front from when I crashed onto that parked car. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that from this week.... I was picking Ashley up from her house and I was parking on the sidewalk. I was singing along to my music and I had my sunglasses on, so I wasn't paying attention and then suddenly, BAM! I hit this green Toyota and made a huge ass fucking noise. Some construction guy saw me do it and he was all, "Holy shit are you okay?" After that, I ran to Ashley's house, grabbed a piece of -blank- paper, put it on the windshield of the car, and ran like shit. lol.


I need to start jogging again. I really need to get back in shape just in case I want to do basketball this year. I've lost the extra pounds I gained during the last few weeks of school, but I'm all scared I'm going to gain it all back so I'm probably going to start playing DDR again. I met this guy from Aptos high named Daniel... he's all into punk and DDR and all this other crap, plus he's a Junior too so that's pretty cool. I've been wanting to go to a punk concert with someone and just hang out and listen to music/play music/whatever. Freak, I really need to get back to my music... I've been so pre-occupied with other stuff that I haven't had any time to myself to practice. I also need more time to read and write... God, I miss those days. My days of being a loner, and actually liking it. haha I'm such a wierdo.


I try so hard to focus on one side of something---for example, music. I can never stay stable with one type of music.. I am always moving around, experimenting with different ethnic styles of music, I've transitioned from rap, to shitty pop, to classical, to Korean/Japanese/Vietnamese/Chinese music, to Alternative/Punk/Metal, to swing, and back to hip hop. I mean I love to dance to hip hop and stuff... oh gosh, you have no idea how much I love to dance. I've been performing for family get-togethers ever since I was like five years old. I just love showing off what I can do on the dance floor... and I don't care if I make a fool of myself or if I astound people with my "skills", just as long as I'm having fun and I'm doing what I want to do, at the same time entertaining those around me even if they ARE laughing at me. It's all good. hehe


People say I'm wierd and I agree. The day that I was going to "do my business", I walked out of the Twisselman office and just randomly said, "Bah. Guys suck... I wanna be a lesbian". Stanley and some other guy were just like, "Dude... did I she say what I think she said?" And then there are the times when I just laugh at random/stupid things. People say that my laughter is very contageous and everytime I laugh, everyone just starts laughing with me for no apparent reason and the next thing I know, we're all just laughing hysterically over something really stupid like the wind blowing up on someone's hair or something. Yeah, I guess my idiocy sometimes spreads. =D


The best laughs I have had, I would have to say, is when I'm on a sugar high with Lorraine. Holy shit, have we had some good times from drinking coffee drinks and eating candy. No one can understand the stupid jokes we make and the smallest things we analyze and then eventually laugh about when we're on a sugar high. Laughing over stupid things is one of the best feelings in the world, because you're just sitting there laughing over something so utterly stupid that after five minutes of laughing, you forget what you're laughing about and then you start to laugh some more over your idiocy and senile memory. Laughter is just bottom line one of the funnest things to do in the world and you can never have enough of it, unless of course you die from loss of oxygen or something. Laughing would have to be one of my favorite things to do when I'm depressed or sad or mad or angry or especially, glad next to writing. Like what I said before, just writing the things that come to your mind is one of the best prescriptions for figuring out who you really are deep inside, because you actually get to know your subconscious self. It's a lot better when you have the ability to write fast, and if you don't, you can always get a tape recorder and just talk to it for a few hours. It sounds a little wierd, but when you think about it, it actually kind of makes sense. To me, anyways [But then again I'm a wierdo so yeah.]


Man, I can't wait until school starts. Here's a little list of my hopeful plans during the school year:

-Take 6 "normal" high school classes... bah, I forgot what I chose the for the first semester, so I guess I'll just post that later
-3 Cabrillo [community college] classes----Italian, Guitar, and Speed Reading
-Try out for Mock Trial in school
-Join the cullinary club [Don't ask]
-Try out for Escapades, even though I won't have any time for it during the school year--I just want to see if I can get in.
-Basketbal ?
-Get a job *outside* the Boardwalk [The wharf, downtown, the mall, etc]
-Go to a rock concert


The last one isn't really that important and it's the easiest thing to do, but whatever. I just need a concert buddy and I'll be set. Ashley would so go with me to any Punk rock concert, and Mallory is so up to any other concert, especially one with Audioslave. Damn, I really want to go to Lollapalooza but ehh.... I guess it's too late now. I really wanted to meet Anthony [a different one] from SJSU, too. He seems like a really cool guy and he said I should be his band's bass player even though I have never played the bass.. ever. haha.


ponder ponder ponder....


I want to make a new layout, but I absolutely have no time on my hands. I wish life was timeless so I could accomplish all of my goals and CHORES and all this other crap I have to do before I die a miserable death. Death is a neccesity to life. If it wasn't for death, we would all drive each other mad and just live in a world full of hate for one another and that really doesn't sound fun, does it? But maybe it's just my pessimistic thinking. If no one ever died, and the world was just infinitely huge enough to support everyone being born every single day, we could possibly lead a "normal" and happy life. Of eternity. I cannot comprehend how that would turn out, but if anyone can enlighten me with their ideas of eternal life and eternal happiness, IM or e-mail me and I'll be forever grateful.


Hmm... I've been at home now for the longest time in ten billion years going back and forth from the computer to cleaning to watching the t.v. to doing my laundry. I've been thinking and pondering this entire day from the minute that Lorraine dropped me off to this very second just thinking about random stuff. And when I'm not on the computer typing all of this down, I'm thinking of what I want to talk about and I try to remember it while I'm cleaning so I could just plop all of this information down into my online journal. Have I ever mentioned that I used to want to be a writer? I realized that waaaay back in fourth grade when my teachers started praising me of my "writing skills". I still remember the first poem I wrote that was actually pretty good [for my age.. at the time] and was even good enough to be read in front of the class and to be talked about the teacher of the true meaning of the poem, when all I did was try to rhyme and make it sound good at the same time:


Blue, blue what a clue
Blue is strong
Blue is calm

Blue, blue what a clue
You can never guess what blue can do

Blue is the sky
Blue is the bird
Blue is the stomping cattle herd

Blue, blue what a clue
You can never guess what blue can do



Skills. And I can't believe that I still have that shit memorized form fourth grade. Wait, actually I can. The only thing I'm good at remembering are faces, song lyrics and things that I write that of importance to me. Oh yeah, and phone numbers. I am the best at remember phone numbers and screen names... but for some wierd reason, I can never remember names. Like actual names. If I see it on paper, then I can remember it... but when people tell me their names in person, it takes me like days hanging out with him/her to remember it. I guess I just have a photographic memory.


*yawn* Damn, I have to work a 1 tommorow. I'm probably going to wake up early so I could finish doing my laundry.. which I haven't really started doing yet, I just gathered it around and procrastinated these past few hours. I procrastinate from doing things and while I procrastinate from doing those things, I am doing something else as I procrastinate from that to do something else, I write about procrastinating. Wow. Read that a few times and tell me it makes sense. It does. OH, I WIN. Haha... see, I will so make a good lawyer some day. And that just came out from me sitting in front of my computer mesmerized by the monitor light, allowing my subconsciousness do the thinking and my fingers do the typing.


I am such a schizo. ?_?