KODAK MOMENT
Crazy story about how I got home.
First I took the bus with Mirza and Chris but they told me it was the wrong way so I went off and went to the other side. I thought I’d transfer but the next bus came 20 minutes later, past the 15 minute transfer limit. So then I called my father and waited 15 minutes for that. Yeah, shit’s crazy.
GREAT PARTY ANGELIKA
Biking TODAY MAD FUNNN
I just remembered a bike lock combination that I haven’t used since the 7th grade.
3452 MOTHERFUCKER SHIT DAMN I’M GOOD
WOKE UP AND GIANT COCKROACH ON MY FLOOR
AT DA PERFUME STORE IT'S GAY
MY MOTHER’S A BLOW JOB?!
Kendall, there’s a sour patch right there.
BUT IT’S NOT WATERMELONYO I JUST JACKED ALL THESE METROCARDS
Thanks to Samir(http://www.youtube.com/igotdembombs) for the webcam!
SERIOUSLY, TWO RED ENVELOPES?
TRIED OUT OOVOO TODAY
OKAY, BYE
Chinese New Year's Eve, me with the fakest smile in the whole wide world.
Made a deal with my parents and am now on the way to receive super mucho guap.
cool.
Today was so boring I had to resort to a boring picture. Sorry.
It's a trap!
January 22nd, 2009. Project Week is finally shut down. I had a lingering grasp onto Project Week. I didn’t want to give it up, I had believed it to be my one source of happiness. It began fading, however. I couldn’t see her leaving. Days began becoming mundane, and my life was back to the way it was. “No, you can’t give up. There’s no other way you can be happy again!” For a while, I had believed that. Until today. I realized that I didn’t need this crutch for happiness. I had achieved that goal on my own. Thanks for a good time and a good lesson, Project Week.
We probably won’t see eachother again.
Oh man.
Thanks to Shirley for coming with me to Barnes and Nobles!
I DROOLED ON MY CHEM FINAL.
STRESSED MOTHERFUCKER
SLEPT IN GEOMETRY CLASS, HAD A DREAM, BUT IT WAS OF SOMETHING THAT OCCURED EVERYDAY.
EXCEPT TODAY IT DIDN’T HAPPEN
WTF
Longest jogging route I've had to do.
Just got scared shitless.
It’s 3:26am in the morning and I’m on my Anime Spree and I hear this pot banging from my kitchen. “THIEVES?” is my first thought. I stay quiet for a couple more minutes waiting to hear anything else. More pots banging. I grabbed the sharpest thing near me. A pen? I couldn’t find scissors, shut up. I waited a little more. Heard footsteps, but they were from slippers. “Thieves… in slippers?” Then I realized my mom wears slippers around the house. Everything is calm. BACK TO ANIME
I stayed up until 5 on an anime spree. 
Woke up at 11, started some exercise and shit. Procrastinated until 1 and started my jog run. Bled into my chucks from the jog run. All I could keep saying was “Believe in yourself kid”, “They believe in you” THEN A MONTAGE OF MY FANS AND SUPPORTERS. CAUSE I’M SO GREAT.
I’M OUT, ABCYA
First taste of liquor.
Woke up, stayed in bed for about 30 minutes just thinking about usual stuff. Gave up the hunt after much thought. I’m not a very persistent fellow, and my hindsight is constantly pessimisstic. This is the end.
So after some more anime, I went to a friend’s house to chill. We got hungry and went to McDonalds. ( THE POISON!) Real awkward.
“Uh… can I get… 10 four piece chicken mcnuggets?”
“You want… 40 chicken nuggets?”
“yeah.”
I’d show a picture of it but it’s on my camera which OMAR has.
So then I went to a dinner party with my parents. It was extremely boring being the only sober person there. (And the only minor)
So I take a small sip. And that shit is fucking BRUTAL. It’s red wine so the taste came across VERY weird. Maybe because I wasn’t expecting the EXTREMELY strong taste of grape. The longer it stayed in my mouth the more it began to sting. No homo. My lower body started swaying left to right, after a couple more sips. I finished my first glass, and I lost feeling in my legs, and became very drowsy. By the second cup, my stomach became very heavy, and I had became very relaxed, inane to any amount of stress coming towards me. I was putting this to the test, thinking about every stressful thing in my life, and nothing. Oh, my head started hurting like shit too.
You have to hold a bit of consistency with it though. You don’t drink it for a while and start again and the taste smacks the shit out of your mouth. Good experience. Then I went in the car and fell asleep. I wanted to stay awake, too.
WELL, THAT’S THAT.
ABCYA
I was staring at this while resting today.
So today I woke up, made some frosted flakes(meal number 1) and went out to go jogging. At 12 degrees Fahrenheit. I was pretty bulked up. So I went out my house and look at my mail box and see a package. My shirt that I ordered only 24 hours ago was already delivered, and by standard shipping payment as well? SUGOI NE
So I went jogging, and did roadwork. That shit is fucking TIRING, my legs were fucking DEAD. Two 3/4 mile laps later, I get to the bridge. And start running up and down the bridge. About 4 laps up and down and my legs were pleading for me to stop. So I go to a nearby park (which was completely empty) and rest for a bit. About 30 minutes, I laid down on a park bench looking at the clear blue sky. Thinking about everything. Last girl, this girl, what I need to do soon, my loss of a job, why I keep stumbling and doing stupid things, “jesus christ is that a dog? it’s a huge fucking dog”, anything basically. Then I got up and started walking home. Bought orange juice and an omlette (meal number 2) Rested up at home, watched about 5 more episodes of Makounochi No Ippo (really good anime)
Went out to friend’s house, and made some Cheerios (meal number 3), played some MORTAL KOMBAT vs DC . Then we left for the CHILLSPOT, DA BASEMENT.
@basement, mostly all I did was chill, breakdance, or sleep. Kind of the story of my life.
Then the spar came. My biggest weakness is my lack of reach. Then my lack of power. Unfortunately I don’t seem to think I am able to improve on my reach, so I will be searching for ways to improve my power. thankyou.
Then more headspin practice. I haven’t been more devoted to one move than the headspin. Then we started doing take downs. I lost alot. But I kept getting up getting ready for the next round. And that’s why my lip is a little cut. Fucking Kendall’s glasses.
O got some chinese food that came with an egg roll that had pork, so I ate it for him. (meal number 4) We head home, and shit.
Father made me some fried rice. (meal number 5) Uh. That’s it.
ABCYA
How I wasted my day.
I ran two miles today.
Had plans to go the movies but everybody bailed so I’m like “FUCK IT” and plus it was shit balls freezing.
Chilled with good friends and laughed alot and ate alot, and shit. ….Instead of going to a party. With cute gals.
Two people in the past two days have correctly guessed who pretty girl is. I’m losing my grip.
ABCYA
Headspin training leads to this.
So today, I was training for headspins. I’m pretty good at balancing headstands right now. pls no bald spot
So today was this fly honey’s birthday, so I went to her like “YO BITCH HAPPY BIRTHDAY” and she was all “oh you you’re like the first guy today” and I’m all “<3″ inside but since I’m a badass I have to be like, “I DONT GIVE A FUCK NIGGA” so I give her a card with this crazy ooh got ‘em where all was inside was “and shit.” So then inside the card said “later I’ll give you the best gift ever”.
So I did. And I gave that bitch my number son, I’M A REBEL
ABC YA
This man threatened me on the train.
Heroes don’t die.
Story behind the picture: Man I accidently bumped into while getting on the train. Tells me “push me again.” I just reply with a quick and simple “okay” and he gives me this look like I just slaughtered his daughter. The whole train ride I’m scouting him out thinking like, “maybe i should push him again” like, honestly, scouting him out. “okay his knuckles don’t look that tough, plus he probably can’t reach under his waist so i should stay low and keep punching him from there”, like, seriously, thinking of ways I can hurt the random man. I’m insane.
Shitty day. Too pissed from my Chinese class. So I didn’t wait to see pretty girl next period. Didn’t see pretty girl. Fucked up on my Global quiz. Left. Saw pretty girl. Too pissed to say anything nice or something like that, so I said a quick bye, and walked off all badass cause I wasn’t in the best of moods. Went to gym. Jocky douchebag football player decides to share a locker with me after multiple times of me telling him to eat a dick. Whatever. Gym. Cardio is very good, now working on speed. Woodshop, fucking nails keep getting bent, I just want to hammer them in what the fuck, stop getting bent. I go to the Library for lunch to do my global homework. OH LOL LEMME RIP OUT THE PAGE WHERE ALFRED HAS TO DO THE HOMEWORK. Great fucking luck. I sit around for 40 minutes hungry, thirsty, and bored. Fucking rage. I head over to Geometry class. Whatever, people are stupid, I am smart, ladida, same old bullshit. Chemistry class, teacher still out of comission and I start sleeping again.
Should’ve cut English class. Whatever. It’s cool. Nothing occured. No work, as a matter of fact, no work for the next two weeks. And apparently they’re training some new kid. I’m definitely losing my job.
Got some whipped cream. Nitrious Oxide is mad nauseating. <_<
Went home. Procrastinated till like 6. Whatever.
Did Chem Lab and Global(some of it) I noticed I work a lot harder when I’m typing stuff as opposed to putting it down on paper.
I’M OUT, ABC YA
Today's picture, guy trying to get subscribers off of my videos. I'm so famous.
Ah, what a day it was today.
I was fervently happy, awaiting for school to end, me having just about a horrible day, thinking that burst of happiness will come, and maybe save this tragic day. Nothing, nada, zilch. I get to breakdance, but that’s not what I was looking for this day. No, today was going to be THAT day. Today I expected to play THE SONG OF VICTORIES. I ended up just playing the song of being flaked. I’d like to think, “maybe she forgot” but when I saw her this morning, something seemed off. I don’t if it was me or if it was her, but something seemed wrong. My whole flow today was off. I woke up this morning at 6;30, the usual time I wake up. Then I feel tired as shit so I figure I’d take a 5 minute nap or something, so I layed down and shut my eyes for a few. Wake up, and it’s 7 o clock! I usually do my homework in the small interval in between, but I didn’t do ANY homework for today. I went to shower and got some delicious breakfast and jetson’d. I did my homework on the train. This girl I knew thought I was a girl in my coat. Great.
I’m so dissappointed about this. Is it really over? If so then it was finished before it even started! I can’t let it end like that. My friend was gonna give me her number but I decided against it. Getting someone’s number through anyone other than them is just against my ideals.
So in Chem class some faggot kid I don’t know decides to tell me that my videos aren’t thaty great and that I should stop. I just sarcastically said okay to him everytime he talked. Listen to me you fucking piece of trash, I don’t give a shit about your worthless opinion, piece of shit who wears a fucking sweater vest, eat a fucking bowl of dicks and quit talking with your mouth full.
Today was a big day of dissappointments, but I can’t blame it on her. HER UGLY FUCKING FRIEND HOWEVER
DIE IN A HOLE
I’m out, ABC YA
Arachnophobia is spying on me!
A story about today’s picture. I went to the bathroom, came back, this spider was hanging from my door. I almost walked into it.
shit’s crazy
So today, I found out, girls sometimes fake relationships to throw men off their scent. And I began to wonder, has this ever occured to me? I mean, half of the women I held interests in were big liars and the other half ended quickly because they were honest about it. The weird part is, I’ve never heard of guys doing this. But today I was told of a few instances where this occured.
I had decided about two days ago that tomorrow would be the day I cashed in my investment, but now I’m not so sure if I should or not. A lot of people don’t like her, I don’t like a lot of her friends, and to honest, her attitude isn’t all that well neither. I’m not sure if I want to make the same mistake again. I’m not sure if I WILL make the same mistake again. Where did I go wrong the first time with this investment?
I spent my morning doing homework, watching anime, and eating some delicious breakfast. Left my house and bang bang kaboom shippudden. Slept on the train. I was worried that my investment had lost interest in me since we hardly talked the past three days, but I brushed it off as it was just something on the internet, no big of a deal. She saw me before class anyways. And she made an effort to see me too, not as if we just happened to be there. If she stopped making an effort to see me before class, that’s when I would’ve started getting worried. Fortunately, my largest worry about this day was lifted when I found out that she had not lost interest. I was still in. I saw her out of this crowd, and suddenly nothing else mattered. Until I was late for class. I said good bye to the beauty and before I left I asked her to meet with me tomorrow at another place after school. Would it happen here? I sure hope it does. I’m not so aware if I can win her again or not. To be honest, I thought there was nothing to be afraid of, but there is a big effect there. I’ve been very happy since the year started because of her, I don’t know if I am willing to risk all of that. When people say things, I’m usually the only person there defending her.
“She’s not a bitch.”
“Then what is she?”
“…Lovely.”
So then I’m in Global class. And the teacher is collecting homework. Shit I gave my homework to a classmate before it started so she could copy! No biggie, she’s a smart girl, she’ll hand in my homework with hers. Wait what? She wants it 1 by 1? SHIT. So then we pull off some mission impossible shit. A friend who sits near me gets up, distracts the teacher by asking a question. I can’t get out of my seat cause that’d be too much of a disturbance. The girl I gave the homework to acts like she has to spit out gum. Gets up, sneaks my paper into his hands, and he comes back, with my homework. We’s slick.
Yo in gym class, I fucked up Eddie. Nigga shouldn’t call me Leon mutherfucka. So then WoodShop is some boring uninteresting shit.
Yo Lunch, chill, I be chillin’ looking around. This Arnish nigga be looking at my direction and I’m just thinking like. THE FUCK IS THIS FAGGOT LOOKING AT. And Zhi was at our lunch table, banged that shit up. I’mma get you back mutherfucker.
Today was common time and I left early and all that shit. Got some food, played some street fighter, then went to work. An hour into work I get a phonecall, from my boss, telling me “why are you at work? I left a message telling you not to come. leave” So I’m like whatever cool. Then I check the message and she says “there’s not that much work to do today neither” and I look at the pile and there’s like more than a full stack, so I’m like. “This bitch be trickin’ me or something?” I’m real worried that she’s considering firing me.
So this whole day, my left knee has been acting up, like, if I don’t move for a while, and just sit, my knee begins to get this feeling like it’s burning up, like it got invaded by tons of lactic acids. Iunno. But my back is fine!
SO I TELL MY MOM TO GET FOOD AND IT’S THE WRONG FUCKING ORDER CAUSE THE ONLINE MENU IS ALL FUCKING WRONG AND INSTEAD OF GETTING DELICIOUS PORK I GET FUCKING VEGETARIAN SHIT
FUCKKKKK
I’M OUT, ABC YA.
It's like a goldfish.
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So I had a bunch of weird dreams this morning, like, I dreamt it was my father’s birthday, and then the only other thing I could remember was me riding a rollercoaster with some friends, and the system was that you had to hold onto it, like it didn’t keep a grip on you. So then the ride stopped randomly, and inertia made me swing across, now I’m holding on about to fall, which eventually I do. I fall about 20 feet from the rollercoaster and I’m falling on my back. While in mid air I remembered if I landed on my back everything would be all fucked up for me from there, and if I landed on my head that’d be even worse. So I turned over onto my feet, (this is all occuring in mid air, mind you) In normal dreams, when you fall, you’d usually wake up. Not this one. I landed on my feet, nothing broken or anything (I think it’s impossible to feel pain in dreams) and the dream continued on.
So then I was pretty hungry and for some reason I was craving egg, so I went outside to the closest deli. The Mexican clerk tells me, “This isn’t China, this is fucking America meng” and I’m confused as shit because, what is his fucking point. So he explains that they don’t serve egg and cheese past 12. Whatever who gives a dicklicker. So I go across the street, and the confusing part was, that man, I didn’t even say anything yet, asked me if I wanted an egg and cheese. Weird. So I got it(it must be China across the street)and went home, and blahbahdiboopi. After eating, for some reason I started getting kind of solemn about where my point was in life. Very weird. Must have been some estrogen in my food. Whatever, I got better and buboobeepbop. I AM HARDCORE MOTHERFUCKER.
So then we proceeded to do the crazy ass Chem Lab project. I depositted 200 bucks at the bank and put 200 bucks in my PayPal account. That’s like what, 10 shirts from the internet? WOOO!
So we went to Samir’s house and shit, and blam blam kaboom did the project.
Went home, did some video editting, and JESUS CHRIST I JUST REMEMBERED I DIDN’T DO ANY HOMEWORK AND I HAVE A CRAZY ENGLISH PROJECT DUE TOMORROW
So I did that crazy project and bullshitted most of it, and then went to dinner. I found out a friend of mine is mad fake and I should stop talking to that nigga. He tells me some bullshit “i always ask u about ur away messages” so I make an away message saying FUCK YOU to him, and doesn’t ask me shit. Fakest nigga alive.
So after dinner I get home and a burst of happiness arrives and leaves.
AIGHT THEN
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We got Seckin out of his house! Too much shit happened today, I don’t want to type it all out. All I can say is, try out the punch.
I’ve noticed I’m pretty depressed when I’m tired. Like right now, either that, or I’m just very solemn.
aight then
I have a feeling today will be a bad day. Will be back later. SIKE TODAY WAS THE BOMB DIGGITY 
Today’s picture.
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Thanks to Danny Lau for the scientific calculator!
Got what I lost back yesterday.
Check out my friend’s blog, www.kissf.tumblr.com
This is one of those days where I don’t feel like blogging that much. You’ll probably see more of these.
I WANT TO FUCKING TRAIN
AIIIIGHT THEN
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Picture of the day, blog entry will come later.
What a day I’ve had today. And for some reason, I still feel good about my day.
MORNING: MY FATHER MIXES FROSTED FLAKES WITH FRUITY PEBBLES. MMHMM.
TRAIN: Walk towards the train and then out towards school was the short brief moment where it was raining. Hard. Like. Clouds were shitting bricks on us. So we get in the train, blahblahblah I have no homework and I’m just chilling, and then nothing occurs on the train.
SCHOOL:
Chinese class comes around and bombs are dropped on me.They fucked our Regents week up! Now it’s just like. Regents 4 days off! I wouldn’t mind that much, but the day where we have one of our finals is on Chinese New Year! Fortunately on that day the only finals are on periods 1, 4, and 7. Now. I have no classes period 1, GYM period 4 (i doubt he’d give us a final for gym -_-) and Geometry period 7. Jesus Christ I just shit myself. I thought I had lunch 7th then I remembered that I had Geometry that period. Brace yourselfs. FUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK Well who gives a shit, Geometry is fucking easy. Like this slut I know.
Ladida, blahbabiboopbi, I head over to MY FUCKIN’ GLOBAL CLASS, AND GET A VISIT FROM THIS BABE AND I’M ALL LIKE, “YO BABE, LET’S CHILL DURING PREFECT” so she’s all, “HELL YEAH YOU MAD COOL ALFRED” Okay so it wasn’t like that exactly, but it’s something along the lines of that.
Okay, Global class comes around, and Superman is ALIVE son, I’m on top of the class game MUDDAFUCKAAAAS. Suckers can’t touch me! <-Extreme Nerd Gloating. Except she gives this fucking quiz asking us where these two places are in Africa. DAMN YOU DREADLOCK WITCH, WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT AFRICA. I didn’t know the material, shut the hell up.
So Global class is done and I go CHILL WITH SOME BABES YOU KNOW? And then the teacher didn’t really notice, either that or the man didn’t give a shit. So apparently, cereal boxes are mad dangerous yo, they’ll puncture your palm. And then this real bitchy girl came in, so then WEAKSAUCE explains to me who she is and I’m like, “WHO GIVES A SHIT” and Bitchy girl is all, “did he just say who gives a shit?” In this tone like I just threw a brick at her fucking face or something. You’re no fucking queen, bitchy girl, so let’s get that sand out of your vagina, hm? So then WEAKSAUCE is all “HEY IMMA BE A HERO” like “oh he was talking about me” It was real awkward too, but I just wanted to ignore her to make her feel like more shit (the super bitchy girl). BUT IT’S COO’ WHATEVER. So prefect is over, and I head for gym.
While heading towards gym I was thinking around, “Hm. Life has been pretty good to me lately. 2009 is looking to be a great year.” THEN BLAM KABOOM LIFE JUST BANGCOCKED ME SO HARD. It happened after gym class, but let’s talk about gym class right now. Nothing interesting, except. DON’T THROW WATER BOTTLES AT EDDIE, HE’LL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE. So. Since I was hanging@prefect I had to rush to get to my gym class and rush to change. In this rush my keys fell out of my pocket, and I just chucked it in the locker, closed it, and left. We come back to change, and everything is swell, I THINK I have everything in my pockets. Then while walking towards my next class I feel up my pocket, JESUS CHRIST, I DON’T HAVE MY KEYS! So I rush back, but the locker is now already taken by some unknown faggotron. I show up late for my Woodshop class, and ask if I can leave early get it when it opens. Teacher says okay. So at the end of the class, I rush out, leaving all my stuff in that room. I rush in there and turns out those fucking kids have a double period so I have to come back again! I go back to my woodshop class, get my bookbag and umbrella and leave for lunch. Now I ask the lunch attendants if I can leave early for this, and they say sure. So then I rush again, and then the fucking faggot doesn’t even have my keys in there. Fuckhole nigger dick faggot.
So I had Geometry next, and on my way to geometry class I realized I didn’t have my calculator. So I ran, to my Woodshop class cause I used it there last. Oh SIKE IT’S GONE TOO. I am now pretty much pissed, and head towards my geometry class, also late. I think I focus better when I’m not in a good mood, because the first time this year I did not sleep in his class. I was too busy raging. But I was doing all the work quick as shit. I’m like, The Hulk if he got smarter when he got angrier. During the finals, everybody, I wish to have the shittiest day possible! 
Chemistry class we had to make a skit describing any type of reaction. Combustion, synthesis, decomposition, etc, whatever who gives a fuck. I thought it’d be easy, (SINCE I’M A YOUTUBE STAR) but it’s actually harder than I fucking thought man! By the end of the period, my group had all these wack ideas. Except for the idea where I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said “You’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air”.
English class I find out 10% of the students in our school are gay! (BULLSHIT statistic btw) and only 75% have only heard “gay” or something along those lines used as a negative term. What are the other 25%, deaf? Everywhere you go in our school you hear that shit like 24/7, assfag liars.
So I found out I didn’t have to work today so after I asked SHIRLEY FUNG out(she said no, she must be a lesbian) I head over for some tutoring for Chem Lab. At first the teacher is keeping us out because he still has a class inside. I understand. THE OTHER FAGGOTRON DOUCHEBAG ASSHOLE MOTHERFUCKERS THOUGH. “WHAT THE FUCK IS PATIENCE” are knocking at the fucking door screaming out some stupid shit and I’m just chilling there thinking “How aren’t these kids freshmen?” So about 20 minutes after he opens that shit up and we rush in. He says he’s going over what most of the kids are there for. Some of his lecture class students have a test the next day and keep going like “we have da most people right? we got the most people. i think we got the most people. yo do we have the most people?” I’m sitting there thinking like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Then we have some annoying Chinese girl that has an accent like my mother and a voice like a harp being played with a porcupine.
So through all the annoyance I get my shit done (20x harder because I don’t have my T1-81 ;-;) And leave with my nigga Yeest. He comes with me to Chinatown and I get my mom’s keys and some food and we bounce outskis. There was really no point of him going, but it’s cool cause we niggas. You know who looks like Harry Potter? The guy that plays Harry Potter in the movies.
So I head home wanting to fix my lack of a calculator, and I buy a 10 dollar one from CVS. Get home. That shit don’t even work. I try looking for spare keys and my room is mad dusty, and I found an old journal. I was still awesome two years ago, damn.
I finished my homework lickity split and sucked some dicks ate some delicious NOMNOMNOM food. EXCEPT I JUST ATE THIS CELERY SHIT AND IT’S MAD SOY SAUCE-ISH WHAT THE FUCK
AIGHT THEN
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Here’s the picture of the day, the back ointment that my parents bought for about 10 dollars for me. Instead of getting Bengay or IcyHot or something like that, of course we must stick with the tradition Chinese remedy, right Uncle? 
So today starts with my morning, usual last minute homework, caught the train to school, ladida, whatever.
Comes school, and we start off the day with Chinese class. I thought this class would be boring and I’d have nothing to say here, but oh, ho ho, stupid people come to save the day!
“What are you, blind?”
“….yeah, I am, why do you care!?”
It would’ve been remotely funny,except the guy said it back extremely angry like he wanted to bust his skull or something. So the teacher decided to intervene.
“Alright now, don’t get personal with one another.”
BUT HE WAS IN MY BUSINESS.
I wanted to laugh but just didn’t, but it was damn near hilarious. “HE’S IN MY BUSINESS OMG I CANT TAKE SARCASM JEZUS” Like, seriously? People need to get the sand out of their vaginas.
Global Class swings by, and nothing special occurs. Until AFTER the class, OHOHOHO~
I know a girl, who I’ll call Bouzerwata for now. So then while walking towards my next class with her, a fairly tall guy encounters her, and I wait up down the hall. She comes to me, sounding very scared, telling me, “That’s my stalker!” And now, I’m incredibly perplexed by this. “Stalker…? What?” So she explains to me, that this senior has been going after her since her freshman year (in which he was in his junior year) and has just been popping up every where. After gym class was over, he was waiting outside the locker rooms for her, and apparently she got a flower and chocolates. The thing is, she has no interests in him, but she knows he likes her. It sounds like a very familiar situation. Why? Because I’ve been there. But it seems very different now that I am viewing this through a different window. The first time, I was in that situation, and to be honest, it very much enraged me. She knew the whole time and instead of making me stop she said nothing, and allowed me to continue to waste my time, and efforts. I get very angry just thinking about it sometimes. Then I am watching it unfold from another point of view. I asked her why not to just tell him. A tone of fear was present in her voice, telling me “I don’t want to hurt him.” And the thought of preservation came up. I don’t know what would have happened if in my situation she chose to tell me and it ended there. I don’t know which I would’ve prefered now that I’ve been shown through this perspective. All I am aware of is that it’s finished and I am not willing to go back anytime soon.
So then, comes gym class. Hm. My back was still in pain but by today it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it did before, so I felt like I could do some physical activities today. So while waiting to run, some jocks found a fault in the flooring, and they were able to chip some pieces off. So for about 3/4s of the gym class we were throwing chips of the floor at eachother. Beautiful. So we began running, and a friend called to me, asked me to get his shoe back from Stanley. I didn’t notice he only had one shoe on until he told me. Then I decided to be a jerk. 
So I ran a bit forward, and noticed he wasn’t paying attention, with his foot laying out, so I run back, grab his other shoe, and run off with it. It went from me to someone else to another person and back to me and then to someone else and then I think finally back to him, but, good times, good times.
Woodshop class, I have to hammer these very small nails onto my box. Now at first I didn’t know that I had to use pliers to hold the nails, so for about the first fifteen minutes of the class I’m attempting to hold the nails while I’m attempting to ram it in, but since it’s so small, no progress is made. After being told that I needed pliers I finally noticed, and things went smooth like a groove. If a groove was really smooth.
So during lunch, nothing too significant, we shared some weird stories, had conversations about dicks (as usual), etc. Except until the end of lunch, ohohoho. I’m walking towards the staircases, and I get a glimpse of my past investment. Now, I kind of always see it because I have class with it, but this time, I think it was looking back at me too. And for that small moment, it felt like we were just standing in awkward space, just awkward me and awkward her. We both quickly turned away, going onto our merry old ways. It was like two trains, passing eachother in the night. I really need to get away.
Geometry class comes, and the material he covered seems to be getting more and more confusing. I am beginning to feel as if I am falling from grace. I was very good, in all my classes. I understood the material, I participated, now up to the point where teachers don’t even pick on me because I always participated. But, now, at this point, I’m beginning to lose my grip of knowledge on my classes, and I’m understanding less and less and failing more as well. I don’t know what to do except for studying more, but I’d really like to know at what point did my descent begin. Please, tell me Uncle Iroh, I’m so confused!
Speaking of my fall, I got a 74 for my Chemistry test. Which just adds to my whole fall, because I have an 85 average in that class. As I do for everything else, but I’m beginning to dive into the 70s, and I just can’t deal with that.
So then, I decided against going to breakdance club today because I didn’t want any more injuries arising, and so I head home, awaiting a doctor’s visit. We get to the doctor’s, and the fatass receptionist who I’ve seen ever since I had to go to the doctor here in New York was there, slime dripping from her cheeks. What a horrible gal. Now I wanted to get a picture of the doctor, for the PICTURE OF THE DAY, but that was unavailable. Why? The man was on vacation. And the man covering for him, seemed unprofessional. For fuck’s sake you’re a doctor you don’t wear fucking Hawaiian dress shirts at the fucking office, your name is not Tito, douchebag. I refused to let this man examine me, and I stormed out. On the way home, I see a place called “FEI LONG MARKET”, and really wanted to get a picture because of an inside joke involving FEI LONG. But the car drove too fast and I wasn’t quick enough for it. So there goes another picture opportunity.
Then my mother sporadically suggests for us to get a cat. I was, very very skeptical of this at first, mainly because for years now I have been asking for a cat, why now of all the times. So I asked. Apparently I had been acting nice lately, or at least that’s what she told me. I knew that this was complete bullshit however, as anytime I’m around my mother for more than 30 minutes, I begin to get reminded of how much I didn’t enjoy my mother’s company. So that definitely couldn’t be why, especially since I just stormed out of a doctor’s office screaming nonsense such as “I DON’T NEED A DOCTOR.” So then she says she felt bad because of my injured back. Oh, you mean the one that heals in less than a week? Oh you, please, don’t patronize me. Another thing, my father disapproved of pets if they weren’t fish, so that raised up some more questions. I asked if she wanted me to call father and ask him first so we didn’t waste our time. She told me we’d call him after we picked a cat. This was the point where I let my guard down. That was my mistake. It’s always my mistake. There were two cats at that location. Both of them she told me she did not like green eggs and ham. They weren’t that appealing to me neither, so I decided not to mind it so much. Then the point of suspicion rose up again, when my mother bought some fish. She didn’t want to buy me a god damn cat! She just wanted me to keep quiet for a few while she bought some fish and wasted my time!
So I decided to try to call her out on her “act of kindness” and convinced her to head by another pet store. Problem was, they had no fucking cats, all they had were some shitty turtles and fish and rodents! And birds! THE MOST ANNOYING PET OF ALL, THEY’RE EXTREMELY LOUD AND YOU CAN’T EVEN PLAY WITH THEM. So after a trifecta, actually, no, a whole day of dissappointment, I head home, solemned and now proceeding onto work.
As if my dissappointments weren’t enough, my mother is telling the story to my father, and laughing about it. So I leave my room with this bowl I had that I was eating from. I slam the bowl in the sink, enough to make a sound but not enough to break it. Then she gives me some fucking bullshit, “What are YOU so angry about”, you stupid bitch you know damn what I’m so angry about. I am living in a world of liars and fake folks.
AIIIIGHT THEN
You probably can’t see it, but I got paid about 160 here. BAM, FIRST PAY CHECK OF 2009<3
So today, was the first day back to school from our Holiday vacation. I woke up at my usual time of 6:30, and went straight for my shower. The back pains had lessened, but their presence was still noted. So I took a shower for fifteen minutes and went out.
I caught the early train to school today! Except there were only two entrances for our school this morning so for some weird reason so everybody was crowding around trying to get in, it was a large hassle. Then you had some douchebags cutting everyone screaming “I HAVE CANCER” LOLOLOLOL DIS KID SURE IZ CLEVER!!!!11!!
So then comes first period class. Chinese. Everything was going swell until she gave us a quiz. I wasn’t prepared, and with failure not being an option, I did what any guy did. I cheated. But then it turned out the kid next to me didn’t know that much neither He helped me out with SOME stuff, at least.
They say time heals a lot of things. I decided to put that theory to test today. It’s been 10 whole days where I haven’t seen my previous investments. My previous FAILED investments. Everytime I thought I had gotten over it, I’d see the investments the next day, they were prettier and prettier everyday, and things looked like they could pick up for me. But they never did. I knew I had to get away from this, insincere investment. So today I wondered, if seeing them again after 10 days would I still be addicted to this gambling? Fortunately, for me, I had escaped. Out of their grasps. And into a new one. I felt a very warm embrace today. A match made in Heaven had set the fires in Hell.
So then came Gym class. Everything was fine, my teacher understood my back issue and I didn’t have to run. I didn’t tell him until we had to run, so at first we were doing warm ups like stretching, and that was KILLING me. Walter da African enjoys wearing Pajamas. He’s mad African.
Nothing interesting really happened in Wood Shop, and so, we move onto Lunch. There must be something going on today with lack of entrances, because my usual route their ID scanning system was wonked out and so I couldn’t go that way. I tried going the other way (as did everyone else) and it was packed, and I had no time to wait, so I tried sneaking towards the front, then getting caught by crazy black lady. So I went downstairs and came back up, around.
Lunch time, I get about two cups of milk and potato chips. Not enough nutrition. By now I’ve drank about 4 cups of milk, 2 from the morning and 2 from lunch. Now, I have spastic Lactose Intolerance, because sometimes I can drink gallons of milk and be fine and others I’ll drink 2 cups and my stomach will die. Today was one of those days where my stomach was going to die. It didn’t come until after Geometry, however.
Geometry class, the teacher didn’t ask where I was the last day, which was fine for me. Then he began explaining some confusing things which I THINK I understand, but not completely. However, since I sit right in the front and the topic, is not exactly DINOSAURS AND BOOBS it’s not that interesting and I began to fall into a daze. But since I sit in the front I can’t exactly sleep, so I’m always attempting to force myself to stay awake. It’s torture. Whenever we have free time in this class, most kids get up, and start talking to eachother. I sleep. The weird part is, after this class, I’m awake as shit, even if I don’t sleep.
Chemistry class we had a substitute teacher, (CRAZY GUIDO DAWG) So I’m just messing around with people, and HOLY SHIT KRAMER HAS REACHED LEVELS OF ANNOYANCES THAT WAS NOT KNOWN TO MAN BEFORE.
Yo I bet I can beat your ass in Brawl.
Okay.
No seriously I’ll fuck you up.
Okay.
Yo I’m mad good at Brawl.
Okay.
You wanna play me?
Okay.
This nigra girl passes down the worksheet assigned to be collected and since I don’t have any answers I decide to take a look at it. Then she jumps into this nigra rage fucking screaming “YO DATZ MINE SON” And just snatches it out and gives me this death glare like I just raped her mother or something. Chemistry class is when my stomach starts acting up, and I’m able to hold it in for a real long time. Every now and then my stomach began to cramp up, and my whole body got chills, and I had to lay my head down and breath in and out very deeply. It was like I was a dying fish. I did this about 3 times the whole class.
So English class comes, and the man pretty much has no control over the class, so we just messed around for a long time, talking about New Year’s Resolutions with him and all that junk. I didn’t learn anything today in English class. Oh yeah, more stomach pains also.
Then I went to work. And I walked into one of the doctor’s offices, and she was reading Twilight. This is some shit. LET THE TWIHYPE DIE PEOPLE. IT’S NOT ENTERTAINING. That’s about everything that’s interesting so far about the day.
My day is winding down now and I’m going to go sleep.
AIGHT THEN
TODAY, I REGAINED MY CONFIDENCE. Took about a little more than a week, BUT I’M BACK.
So I woke up with about 4 hours of sleep because it’s the day right before school starts again, and my technique to fix my sleep schedule basically is to get as little sleep as possible so I can be really tired by the end of the day so I can actually sleep without tossing and turning for a couple hours.
So I attempt to call a friend this morning but then I get some boogus message from T-Mobile telling me “OH HEY YOUR ACCOUNT IS SUSPENDED CUZ YOU DIDNT PAY FOR SHIT” so I’m thinking what the hell. I tell my father about it and he tells me he already paid for it so he said he’d call and ask. But what the fuck, really? However, I could still receive calls on it, at least.
Because of my refound confidence, I decide to go jogging(also to tire myself out) Now, for the past few months, anytime I did anything really physical I’d have back problems, and I’d rest and it’d go away. Last Saturday I breakdanced all night so that was there for about 3 days and still present in the faintest way yesterday and today. So since the pain was so small I decided I was in good condition. So I went jogging, and the first lap, I did pretty good, surpass both my time in August and my time in September. Surpassed August by 10 seconds and surpassed September by 20. So my back pain came back, but only a little. This confidence convinced me against resting, and I ran another lap. While running it had felt like Zeus himself had shot a lightning bolt into my lower back, because I began slowing down and if I had quickened my pace it’d just be twisting the lightning rod. So then my back pain returns, this times even more severe. I wanted to go home, but felt like it was too far of a distance compared to a friend’s house who was near my jogging route. (I lived two blocks away from this house). So I limped all the wall there, holding my back, keeping it together, making sure it didn’t snap.
I got there, and noticed I hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, and so I made some cup noodles. Through the rest of the day the backpain just got worse and worse. First I was able to walk, then I laid down for a bit and I had to climb mountains to be able to get back up on my feet. Then it felt like I was rolling into spikes anytime I tried turning over. So I just laid there. With my G1 intact. I stayed there for a couple more hours, trying to recover but I never did. I tried looking for techniques and this is what they gave me. 
It didn’t help.
I can’t even hug my own knees anymore. My beautiful, lonely knees
So it was around 5:30 and I remembered I hadn’t finished my homework, but I was still injured. Needless to say, responsibilities were responsibilities, so I jetson’d like Elroy. Well, maybe not Jetson’d. More like I limped all the way home. The pain had spread into my right leg by now, and so I was taking very small and slow steps. I even had the nerve to jay walk in this condition. New Yorkers be crazy. So I walked home extremely slow and then I got here.
I’m wondering what is in store for me when I go back to school. I attend a school where there are 8 floors, and death awaiting every corner. I also have gym everyday, and guess what I have for gym. Track! WOOOOO. Anytime I sneeze or cough, my back dies, and I can’t even walk to the bathroom properly without aching. I love my broken back.
The day is almost over, and tomorrow, I return to school. With a fucked up back. What a blast tomorrow will be.
AIGHT THEN
So this was the time I woke up this morning/afternoon.
I didn’t even know I woke up this late. My friend wanted to come by my house around 10-1 to do his online homework but he had no internet. So I’m extremely tired, and I thought since it was so tired I thought it was like, pretty early in the morning. So I turn over and look at my clock and it says 2:22 on it so I just exclaim out, “JESUS CHRIST” My room was still dark so I thought it was 2:22AM, but then I remembered I slept at 3 so unless it was daylights saving. So I’m just laying around in my bed cause I’m still tired, then I decided to get up after I received a phone call.
“What are you guys doing today?”
“Who the fuck is this?” (It was a random number)”
“It’s Richard”
“Oh. Uhh… I just woke up, and pretty much haven’t done any of my homework so…”
“Alright then, see ya.”
So I sat down for about 2 hours, going on the internet, and noticed yesterday my friend left his YouTube account on my computer, so I made it my duty to be a jerk, 
He sure does love the Jonas Brothers and Twilight.
So I had interests in this girl, right? And everything just blew up when I found out she smoked. Then I talked to a friend of mine and then I found out SHE smoked! I LOVES ME SOME CANCER
Then I got worried because a close friend who’s very far away and unreachable is getting into some dangerous stuff, but I don’t know what to do because she’s so far away and I’m, here. I’m having a hard time deciding between “It’s her life, let her live it the way she wants to, don’t be so nosy” and “You can’t let her do this, she’s your friend.” On one hand, I don’t want to become the same person that annoys the shit out of me. Basically, I don’t want to become like my mother. On the other, this is a person’s life you’re talking about, no less a friend’s, and you shouldn’t just watch them throw it away.
So after sitting in front of my computer for about 2 hours, I decide to start up my homework, but felt it was TOO BORING AT HOME, so I went to a friend’s house.
I go there, and he’s doing a project with his classmates, a whole bunch of them real talkative and the only one I give a shit about who’s really quiet. So I’m there doing homework, and all of a sudden I get an urge to play some TEKKEN. So I do half of my Chinese homework and push that off.
After I get bored with Tekken you’d think I’d go back to doing work, but nope. WHIP OUT THE STREET FIGHTER ALPHA. So after I get bored with that, about time I do my damn homework. SIKE, LET ME PLAY SOME FIGHT NIGHT ROUND 3. Only after that do I actually finish my Chinese homework, leaving me with Geometry and Global. I start up my Geometry homework but I don’t get ANY of it because the teacher explained the work the day he gave out the worksheet. But, here’s the thing, I kind of, maybe, quite possibly, perhaps, could’ve, hypothetically cut class that day (I was being really cocky, “i don’t need to go the last day before vacation, i’m like one of the best students”) So I googled up some of the stuff and finally answered a few of the questions. The rest I didn’t finish, well, THEY WERE PLAYING LITTLE BIG PLANET! 
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So after more distractions my father calls me to go home, so I’m just like, KK WHATEVER. So then I get home and if anything else happens from here I’ll edit the post.
I REALLY WANT TO GO TO A LUPE FIASCO CONCERT.
AIGHT THEN
I got my first debit card today! Number photoshopped out, of course.
And since today IS a friday, I’m giving you guys a drawblog.
It’s the first of the month which means today’s picture is a self picture. 
Well folks, it’s the beginning of a New Year, 2009 people.
Project 365 starts this date, and I expect a lot of good things to come from this year.
The day started with the usual New Year’s Eve Bonanza @ Omar’s house. Really fun in a traditional way. Nothing too extravagant but it’s still great because I’m spending nice time with my friends.
NY1 reporters can only talk about it being cold
He smashed my cousin’s face on the doorknob!
Football players, don’t throw the ball.
You got a teaching license?
These are all confusing inside jokes no one will remember.
So right now, I’m in a car, driving towards New Jersey, for some shopping to be done.
I started off the first day of the year other than partying at 1am in the morning, I went to sleep at 4am(I honestly had no idea, I thought it was 3). Greg was being super silly wearing shorts in that crazy ass weather, I shit you not.
So I woke up how I am probably going to waking up a lot during the year. Tired, and hungry. Woo, 6 hours of sleep only fuck yeah!!!!
So then my parents made some weird really dry noodle, and gave me a whole bunch of milk. I think they did it on purpose.
I don’t know why but whenever Asian people are speaking Chinese, it’s very loud. My mother is speaking to my father right now (they are right next to eachother) and it sounds like she is recording for a death metal album. They’re not even arguing they’re talking about employment rates in other states. The worst part about is that whenever this occurs, they have NO idea that they’re being extremely loud. One day I want to go to a Chinese library and see how things run there.
You know when you’re in a car and have to pass by a toll booth, and open the window and give them some cash and shit? Well why the FUCK would you fucking take forever for that shit when it’s like 20 degrees outside? Excuse me, but I don’t enjoy freezing my balls off.
So we got into the mall, Jersey Gardens and I got a pair of Levi jeans and today I actually figured out my jean size, because up until now I’ve let my parents buy my jeans for me.
So after being thoroughly dissappointed by H&M and the Burlington Coat Factory, (seriously you guys are called the fucking coat factory where the fuck are your coats, and H&M, where the fuck is the men’s section) it became apparent that my mother was also dissappointed, and suggested we went to SoHo, which shocked me cuz IT WUZ DA COOL SPOT and my mum was obviously not one of us coolies. I decided sure since today it wasn’t MY money I was spending.
So we went to SoHo, bought a pair of jeans, three hoodies and three shirts. The three hoodies and three shirts came up to about 160, but I was being a vindictive guy when telling my mother to get these. She basically suggested this place forcing me to leave what I was currently looking at for this way more expensive place. So she’s trying to bargain with me, “come on only buy one shirt” so I’m smiling at her, saying “but’s it’s cheaper here.”
So then she was acting like a know it all like she knew SoHo better and was getting really annoying about it.
So we head to King’s Plaza (more like niggers plaza) and I got a pair of Levis and a peacoat (it’s shit awesome)
So my dad is buying a coat from Aeropostale and asks me to hold his coat. No problem. I feel inside his pocket and what do I get, none other than a pack of cigarettes. He secretly smokes and acts like we don’t know. I’m not sure if my mother knows but I have no intentions of telling her because I don’t enjoy my home arguing.
So then my mother has to give some shit to my uncle who lives in fucking Flushing so whatever about that, then they are hungry and decide to take me to some fucking restaurant I’ve eaten at 5 years ago telling me “you really like it”. So we get there and it’s packed as fucking shit you have this douchebag guy talking to his sister or girlfriend about some stupid shit like he’s putting his fist up to her face “imagine if I decked you right now” and all I can think about is fucking using the bathroom but they have some fucking sign in Chinese that I can’t even read so I just decided to forget it. So we’re waiting and my mom sees a dish she likes and all she can fucking do is ask everybody in the world what the hell it is, like a fucking child. “Hey what is that? I want that, do you know what that is?”
So a seat finally opens up and I get possibly the worst seat in the god damn building. 
Woo! Right under neath that! Honestly if I sat straight my head would hit the bottom of the damn thing, and it smells like burning wax the whole time because of these god damn candles.
Spending time with my family was fine, but it really really reminded me of how much I honestly hate my mother. It’s annoying hearing from her about how I need to eat more so I can fucking grow, for fuck’s sake I’m bigger than you you stupid bitch. So she began complaining about how I didn’t eat enough while I was eating, so I just stopped eating. Then I got my whole family pissed and everything is chill now.
I got home and then my internet started wonking out going on and off and I was getting REAAAAL TIGHT. Anyways I’m bout to head out to help a friend out.
So the day before we had a New Year’s Eve party and I tried getting as much people as I could. Although it wasn’t many it turned out to be fun. One of the guys that turned me down told me he had family plans. A day later I see a picture of him with friends on Facebook. Great friends these days, really.
AIIIGHT THEN
