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
