for what i did this weekend:
on friday i sat at me gramma's and put some more dents in the incredible collection of simpsons eppy's i got.
on saturday i was supposed to go to work, but i'm still in training or something so i dont work this weekend. heh. my parents let me stay at my grammas so i could work, so i said that i was going to work to please them, and then went on a nice little tangent for 8 hours. BOOYAH! 8 hours of whatever the hell i want! so i washed my car, did my laundry, and hit the streets. first, i headed over to the orange block. me and natty drove there on thursday at lunch, but i wanted to actually walk it rather than just get there and go back to school. that place is fucking HUGE! its almost as big, if not, bigger than the irvine spectrum. its got this nice ass virgin record store. guess where i'm gonna get all my newb band cd's now? heh. i love that place allready. its purty purty purty. when i was coming home i got myself lost by takin the wrong freeway right into los angeles. i didnt realize i was goin the wrong direction till i hit knotts berry farm, then i turned around (i found the biggest fucking turnpike ever! it was SWEET!) and did another 50 miles back to my grammas.. well, i stopped at fry's first.. couldnt help myself xP
and today.. well it was a little toned down. headed back to my own house round '9 and did some homework. watched 28 days later, which really isnt that good of a movie. resident evil is better. after i got a little bored with homework, i grabbed my subwoofers and connected em all together, turned up winamp, and pumped up the volume. hehehe.. everything in my room was shaking. thats my way of dusting the cabinets.. and when i stood on the sub's i got a foot massage xP ~today's superbowl sunday, which means that tommorow when i get back to school i have to put up with all this "can you believe who won?" shit from guys. i think girls are lucky cuz they get away from it for the most part. watching sports on tv has as little appeal to me as supermodels on tv. i just would rather see the real world shit if i can.
and for the other shit:
first, check this baby out. i saw it when i went to fry's and was like HOLY SHIT! i mean, 4 lbs? and the overall size is smaller than... a notebook (a real life one, mind you)
god i love pianos. you put a piano in any band and i'll worship you. the piano, after all, is the reason why something corporate is my 2nd favorite band ever. 100 years by five for fighting is an absolutely beautiful song. as is the video
you know whats cool? everybody has a devil inside of em. me and bila were talkin about somethin like that until i mentioned that kevin peng is the antichrist (he is). like just surf some journals and stuff and you'll learn the sweetest, most innocent "i got all a's and a 1600" girls drive five hundred miles an hour on the freeway. purity is overrated. i guess its good that i actually come out and say "i'm a stupid dumbass! laugh at me!"
had the strangest dream last night. ravi told me he thot that lead singer from no doubt is hot and i said "she's fucking ugly (fugly)" and he was all appalled. or did that really happen? hmm.
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a though for the atkin's men: my waste is FUCKING SHRINKING. god damn it. i put these pants on yesterday and my waist doesnt even hold them up! not i gotta wear a belt. being skinny sucks... cept for the fact that you can look good without liposuction xP
and it gets darker..
I sometimes envy those people who go places and have fun with their families. Yeah, my family takes me out to the desert and we go motorcycle riding. Know what that involves? My mom sitting in the motorhome studying medicine so she can get away from the family more and my dad riding off somewhere with his group of people. I go with him sometimes, and its ok fun, but pretty challenging stuff and I usually end up getting hurt. Even when me and my family are together, I don’t enjoy it. They are always picking me apart. They question me about grades, my free time, community service, getting a job, how I drive. Everything. They never drop a compliment, just push me further. Every once and awhile we go out to dinner as a family and we have fun. We talk and joke like normal families and I become as happy as always. The last time that’s happened.. at least a quarter of a year ago. People think I’m joking when I say I don’t know how old my brother is. I don’t know my mother’s or father’s birthday. I’m not joking. I really don’t know anything about my family because they don’t tell me. They just insult me and make me want to be away from them. I want to love them. I really do. I want to be part of a fully functional and caring family, but I just cant be. And that isn’t entirely my fault.
i wonder if some people even have hearts.
