I've been taking shits (excreting feces) at work A LOT lately. It's like every other day I'll just stroll up to one of the many bathrooms and have at it; a battle with my porcelain nemesis. It's weird, really. Either I'm getting way too comfortable where I work, or my bowels can't even wait for the day to end for me to dump. I'm actually more disturbed by the possibly truth of the former more than the latter.
But I'm going to miss working there, because us temporaries will most likely be laid off at the end of the month. It was an awesome working there though, I would ALWAYS discover new hotties crawling about that I had never seen before. It's like the AMAZON of hot chicks.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
today was weird. it was chock full of surprise calls and dialogue...again...which is ok...i suppose. it was also full of mushy sentiment that just about bled through my pores. great day.
the alarm didnt wake me up, as it always doesn't. instead, the sound of a phone call brought me to consciousness, and this call was from Dave. i forget what it was about, but i'm sure it had something to do about the formation of this art club at CRC. woopty woop.
i got up, and proceeded with the normal routine of stagnation. i learned that i dont have work until next week, WHOA. later, i took a break from helping my dad to watch a movie or two (Cat in the Hat & Chasing Liberty). halfway through the movie, i got a call from Diabolicol, my floridian comrade, about SDCC plans. an hour or so after that, i get a call from Kirpal about potential freelance webdesign work for his promotions business, which is possibly extra cash in my pocket. then LATER, i get a call from the #3 about a 'surprise' party for her at Hamburger Mary's. I'm trying to get kosher with all the girls i've loved before, but i had to politely decline...which was to no avail because my phone cut out on me. sometime that night, i got a call from Rob about kicking it at Nolan's once more, which i had to pass on as well. and then lastly, i get an email from Ryan, of all people, about some ridiculous business of adding a new hostee to Respark.
Why does all the unexpected shit happen in one day for me?
the alarm didnt wake me up, as it always doesn't. instead, the sound of a phone call brought me to consciousness, and this call was from Dave. i forget what it was about, but i'm sure it had something to do about the formation of this art club at CRC. woopty woop.
i got up, and proceeded with the normal routine of stagnation. i learned that i dont have work until next week, WHOA. later, i took a break from helping my dad to watch a movie or two (Cat in the Hat & Chasing Liberty). halfway through the movie, i got a call from Diabolicol, my floridian comrade, about SDCC plans. an hour or so after that, i get a call from Kirpal about potential freelance webdesign work for his promotions business, which is possibly extra cash in my pocket. then LATER, i get a call from the #3 about a 'surprise' party for her at Hamburger Mary's. I'm trying to get kosher with all the girls i've loved before, but i had to politely decline...which was to no avail because my phone cut out on me. sometime that night, i got a call from Rob about kicking it at Nolan's once more, which i had to pass on as well. and then lastly, i get an email from Ryan, of all people, about some ridiculous business of adding a new hostee to Respark.
Why does all the unexpected shit happen in one day for me?
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
The Winds of War Scream
So it seems like the first 'guild war' is about to start on VOID, all thanks to Toast's suggestion that Respark takes on this small crew of newcomers to the ranks. which is INSANE, because Respark numbers at 9 strong when it comes to VOID fighters. I have respect for these new guys, but i do believe my guys will maim in the name of Respark. which is awesome. they're like my own personal army of digital warriors.
and all these events ride on the newest developments in the Respark collective. several cats have come out of the woodwork to rep Respark, which makes me glad. a couple of new guys have joined the ranks as well.
the Respark roster now swells with talent, which I could foresee taking this corner of the internet art world by storm.
it's really complicated how this enclave is even grouped together.
see, there are those who already have space and have actually made use of it:
2Coats (Ale Revolucion/Savage Henry)
Diabolicol
Gauge
Guru a.k.a Fithy
Khris
JAR
Joe Yega
Rai
Rockout Reggie
Splitzetsu
and then there are those who have yet to hop aboard, but have their spots already reserved:
Fel
Knome
Shelde
Ponbiki
and then there are the 'reserve team' of hostees that i acknowledge out of respect and love, but have yet to officially list them on the main page:
Prol-1
Odium
Ninja Matt
thats A LOT of talent. i think the only other group i know of that can match our size is probably dreamken. it's too bad that defuser and resnorm have all but gone kaput, because those were the heavyweight host sites that i modeled Respark after. i guess it's time to carry the torch of hosting artists.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
LIFE IS A BEAUTIFUL STRUGGLE
it was a DOPE show. the perfect cap to a great summer weekend. originally, i was set to roll out to the Colonial with several folks, but i was only able to head to the show with Amador. it was coo though, because the show itself made up for the hour and a half wait in line and cramped-ness of the venue. the opening act was negligible, and as they finished i headed out to the front to jockey for a good enough position for taking pictures. when Kweli came to stage, the crowd roared with anticipation, and he immediately started his hour-long set with the first track on the leaked "The Beautiful Struggle" album called 'The Revolution.' for the most part, the line-up of songs were mostly from "The Beautiful Struggle" and "Reflection Eternal" with a few tracks from "Blackstar" and "Quality." it was fuckin great to be able to sing aloud a bunch of songs only a few of the folks in the crowd (including myself) knew. the only thing that bothered me was the damned venue itself, it was like a goddamned OVEN in there, and i could FEEL beads of sweat rolling down my legs every few minutes as well as wiping my face clean of a layer of perspiration. plus, the lighting in the theatre was horrible, which made most of my pictures turn out whack (only a third of them actually came out in useful quality).
Sunday, May 30, 2004
A RAUCOUS SHINDIG OF DEMONS AND SAINTS
the friday night party was insane. the return to mayhem was an overnight success, with relatively few hitches. the pace picked up at around midnight, when second and third degree invitees began to filter in; the reverie reached a fevered pitch at around 1am or so, after the toast to Rob's uncle Felix, who had recently passed away. with the profound words, advising that life be lived to the fullest with those you care and love, we whole-heartedly agreed, "FUCK DYING" (in the words of Pete). in some ways the night was also a reunion of people who had not spoken or seen one another in years, it was also a night of releasing inhibitions and letting loose. the details are far too many to chronicle, but i must say, that it was night of memories i'd love to keep, especially in my currently waning days of party animalism. i'm slowly losing my taste for hard liquors, beers, and cigarettes.
sadly, it has been a return to mayhem for my cohorts, but it's coming close to the requiem of my bacchalian spirit. true, this summer will have plenty more parties that i will jump to, but once fall rolls in, i believe i'm going to slow it down to a crawl. i just hope my hidden agendas will actually come together and revive me. i dont even know if i'm making any sense, because it has taken more than 24 hours for me to actually feel better about the friday night party, and that is not a good sign at all. add that to the realization that it has been the fourth time i've vomitted after hard partying in my entire 4 year career of revelry, and that the last three occured in this year alone... i need to just STOP and re-assess where i'm going with all this.
forgive me for the melancholy saturated in my entry, but the party really was fucking great. links to pictures will be given shortly.
the friday night party was insane. the return to mayhem was an overnight success, with relatively few hitches. the pace picked up at around midnight, when second and third degree invitees began to filter in; the reverie reached a fevered pitch at around 1am or so, after the toast to Rob's uncle Felix, who had recently passed away. with the profound words, advising that life be lived to the fullest with those you care and love, we whole-heartedly agreed, "FUCK DYING" (in the words of Pete). in some ways the night was also a reunion of people who had not spoken or seen one another in years, it was also a night of releasing inhibitions and letting loose. the details are far too many to chronicle, but i must say, that it was night of memories i'd love to keep, especially in my currently waning days of party animalism. i'm slowly losing my taste for hard liquors, beers, and cigarettes.
sadly, it has been a return to mayhem for my cohorts, but it's coming close to the requiem of my bacchalian spirit. true, this summer will have plenty more parties that i will jump to, but once fall rolls in, i believe i'm going to slow it down to a crawl. i just hope my hidden agendas will actually come together and revive me. i dont even know if i'm making any sense, because it has taken more than 24 hours for me to actually feel better about the friday night party, and that is not a good sign at all. add that to the realization that it has been the fourth time i've vomitted after hard partying in my entire 4 year career of revelry, and that the last three occured in this year alone... i need to just STOP and re-assess where i'm going with all this.
forgive me for the melancholy saturated in my entry, but the party really was fucking great. links to pictures will be given shortly.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
and counting
wednesday night was a cool day to be out, despite the solemn undertone. i essentially cruised up and down sacramento today, from arden to elk grove. van, jaime, and i went to the mall, where i purchased some patches and they some cigars. afterwards, we stopped by the thriftstore, where jaime got some new (old) threads, and i ran into this punk rock guy i met this semester, andre. went to eat afterward, then chilled at home for a minute. jen calls, we talk for a few, then rob calls me out to chilis for a drink and food. in total, jen drank a blood mary, i chugged 3 guinness draught bottles, rob two stoli martinis, and he and i took a shot of courvosier. the waitresses working today were smokin. after chilis, jen (the DD) drives us to bev'mo, where we reserve a large keg of sierra nevada for the upcoming party. on my credit card. ouch. hahaha. after that, we drop by jaimes after he finished work and chilled looking for the next spot to head to. we finally decide on dropping by anthony's, since orlando wasn't able to kick it tonight. we smoke from his hookah, then decide to hit up a bar/restaurant for some drinks. the closest place of reputable beer vending was in elk grove, the world reknowned elk grove brewery. jaime, anthony and i order pints of varying choices, and rob goes for his favorite top-shelf martini, grey goose. altogether, we all order a pint a piece, from stouts, to black and tans, to ciders, to special ales. the best part was that the bartender was really cool, charging us for only three pints (when we ordered 6) because of the recent string of spring birthdays. we end back up at anthony's to wait for alex, and then waiting for jasmine/nick/pat. i depart before midnight, as the rest of them head over to jamie's for a night cap.
the mix of toxic materials i consumed today was GLORIOUS. marlboro menthol lights, newport 100s, raspberry tobacco via hookah, macaduno cigar, stoli and grey goose martinis, bloody mary, grain barrel stout, and cider.
and this is just a warm-up for friday's party of mayhem, HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.
wednesday night was a cool day to be out, despite the solemn undertone. i essentially cruised up and down sacramento today, from arden to elk grove. van, jaime, and i went to the mall, where i purchased some patches and they some cigars. afterwards, we stopped by the thriftstore, where jaime got some new (old) threads, and i ran into this punk rock guy i met this semester, andre. went to eat afterward, then chilled at home for a minute. jen calls, we talk for a few, then rob calls me out to chilis for a drink and food. in total, jen drank a blood mary, i chugged 3 guinness draught bottles, rob two stoli martinis, and he and i took a shot of courvosier. the waitresses working today were smokin. after chilis, jen (the DD) drives us to bev'mo, where we reserve a large keg of sierra nevada for the upcoming party. on my credit card. ouch. hahaha. after that, we drop by jaimes after he finished work and chilled looking for the next spot to head to. we finally decide on dropping by anthony's, since orlando wasn't able to kick it tonight. we smoke from his hookah, then decide to hit up a bar/restaurant for some drinks. the closest place of reputable beer vending was in elk grove, the world reknowned elk grove brewery. jaime, anthony and i order pints of varying choices, and rob goes for his favorite top-shelf martini, grey goose. altogether, we all order a pint a piece, from stouts, to black and tans, to ciders, to special ales. the best part was that the bartender was really cool, charging us for only three pints (when we ordered 6) because of the recent string of spring birthdays. we end back up at anthony's to wait for alex, and then waiting for jasmine/nick/pat. i depart before midnight, as the rest of them head over to jamie's for a night cap.
the mix of toxic materials i consumed today was GLORIOUS. marlboro menthol lights, newport 100s, raspberry tobacco via hookah, macaduno cigar, stoli and grey goose martinis, bloody mary, grain barrel stout, and cider.
and this is just a warm-up for friday's party of mayhem, HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
I HAVE COME TO KILL HIPSTERS
after work on friday, i went to this badass thrift store on stockton blvd called THRIFTOWN and scored two cool jackets. one is this brown corduroy coat with a nice furry collar trim, and the other is a green army-like jacket with furry collar and nifty golden buttons. they're both totally rad. i'll post pictures of my suave new look once i find some patches that could go with them.
friday night was ron's graduation romp at a hip restaurant bar on 16th and J st called Mikuni. its like a nexus for upscale white jerks and 'jawdropper' chicks. though our group was completely unsuited for the spot, we had a fun time making noise in our little area. i played something of the wingman for the night, turning on the killer charm in me to make the homeboys look good. and when i say killer charm, i mean belligerent asshole persona that gives the guys ample opportunity to be gentlemanly and woo the ladies. the night was a fucking blast. pictures of one half of the night can be found here.
saturday was another marathon event of kicking back and partying, where we chilled at orlandos drinking beer, chivas regal, and oysters hot off the grill. we then headed out north-eastward to a house party somewhere in el camino. i left early, but the party was pretty damned cool. there were DJ's spinnin in the patio, blazin white girls dancin, folks loungin in the outdoor couches and benches, Kiel operated his gravity bong, "Ralphie", Jasmine cooked filipino food, a keg of Hieneken (complete with guys upside down to drink it) and people kept filtering into the backyard every half hour. i think Jerald wanted to start spittin freestyles with Nick when i was about to leave. hell, even FRANK came out to play that night, as well as Anthony Reiher. as long as my folks are having a good time, i'm content to leave knowing this.
after work on friday, i went to this badass thrift store on stockton blvd called THRIFTOWN and scored two cool jackets. one is this brown corduroy coat with a nice furry collar trim, and the other is a green army-like jacket with furry collar and nifty golden buttons. they're both totally rad. i'll post pictures of my suave new look once i find some patches that could go with them.
friday night was ron's graduation romp at a hip restaurant bar on 16th and J st called Mikuni. its like a nexus for upscale white jerks and 'jawdropper' chicks. though our group was completely unsuited for the spot, we had a fun time making noise in our little area. i played something of the wingman for the night, turning on the killer charm in me to make the homeboys look good. and when i say killer charm, i mean belligerent asshole persona that gives the guys ample opportunity to be gentlemanly and woo the ladies. the night was a fucking blast. pictures of one half of the night can be found here.
saturday was another marathon event of kicking back and partying, where we chilled at orlandos drinking beer, chivas regal, and oysters hot off the grill. we then headed out north-eastward to a house party somewhere in el camino. i left early, but the party was pretty damned cool. there were DJ's spinnin in the patio, blazin white girls dancin, folks loungin in the outdoor couches and benches, Kiel operated his gravity bong, "Ralphie", Jasmine cooked filipino food, a keg of Hieneken (complete with guys upside down to drink it) and people kept filtering into the backyard every half hour. i think Jerald wanted to start spittin freestyles with Nick when i was about to leave. hell, even FRANK came out to play that night, as well as Anthony Reiher. as long as my folks are having a good time, i'm content to leave knowing this.
Friday, May 14, 2004
damn you Ale, for making me less of the wuss that i normally am. YOU WILL PAY.
so i made the call, and it was a good one. the first was in vain, but my attempt was returned, and the conversation lasted from the second i stepped out of the triple doors at work until i got into my car and exited the gates. i'd say a nice 6 or so minutes. from that moment on, i felt ALIVE.
it was fuckin surreal. if you know the history behind my motives, you would know that the person on the other end of the line and i exchanged a maximum of 50 words between each other throughout four years of highschool. i don't know what to think now. so many goddamn things are up in the air and i've nary a clue as to which choice to make. i'd try and wing it, work with every option, but i think i'm tired of that game by now. i just have to remember Joel Barrish and Eternal Sunshine.
in other news, i cruised around downtown/midtown with my cousins Dobhie, Geno, and Robbie, had fun and liquor at INK as well as dropping by Monkey Bar. life is feeling great.
so i made the call, and it was a good one. the first was in vain, but my attempt was returned, and the conversation lasted from the second i stepped out of the triple doors at work until i got into my car and exited the gates. i'd say a nice 6 or so minutes. from that moment on, i felt ALIVE.
it was fuckin surreal. if you know the history behind my motives, you would know that the person on the other end of the line and i exchanged a maximum of 50 words between each other throughout four years of highschool. i don't know what to think now. so many goddamn things are up in the air and i've nary a clue as to which choice to make. i'd try and wing it, work with every option, but i think i'm tired of that game by now. i just have to remember Joel Barrish and Eternal Sunshine.
in other news, i cruised around downtown/midtown with my cousins Dobhie, Geno, and Robbie, had fun and liquor at INK as well as dropping by Monkey Bar. life is feeling great.
Thursday, May 13, 2004
DISGRUNTLED
soon, bitches, real soon. school is out in a mere two weeks. i've got to wing a couple more major academic events, and i'm in the clear. i think the upswing begins once i'm officially out of school. yes, i think so. i'll have a bit of money to cruise with until SDCC, and i'll definitely be on the hunt for a new job near and far. a couple of things are falling into to place lately, and coincidentally, karma started to give me those sexin eyes around the time i officially turned 21 last week. needless to say, this summer will top last years (although that's not saying much because last summer was possibly the first real summer i ever had).
but above all things, i've got to thank whatever insidiously divine forces out there thrust me into the position i am now. i thank alex, pete, kiel, jaime, ryan, and many more for being a friend to a unscrupulous creature such as i. heres to many more years of getting drunk and wild, folks.
i'm still pissed that the world is mostly populated by apathetic morons who are contributing to the daily dissemination of human integrity. hypocrisy or rhetoric? you decide!
soon, bitches, real soon. school is out in a mere two weeks. i've got to wing a couple more major academic events, and i'm in the clear. i think the upswing begins once i'm officially out of school. yes, i think so. i'll have a bit of money to cruise with until SDCC, and i'll definitely be on the hunt for a new job near and far. a couple of things are falling into to place lately, and coincidentally, karma started to give me those sexin eyes around the time i officially turned 21 last week. needless to say, this summer will top last years (although that's not saying much because last summer was possibly the first real summer i ever had).
but above all things, i've got to thank whatever insidiously divine forces out there thrust me into the position i am now. i thank alex, pete, kiel, jaime, ryan, and many more for being a friend to a unscrupulous creature such as i. heres to many more years of getting drunk and wild, folks.
i'm still pissed that the world is mostly populated by apathetic morons who are contributing to the daily dissemination of human integrity. hypocrisy or rhetoric? you decide!
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
FUCK ART
i have neither the energy, capacity, patience, time, or love for it as i once had. sure, i've doodled some random shit every other week or so...but i have not done anything artistically productive in so long. consider this the dear john letter to art. i'm done with you for now. i've been saying i'm an artist, that i want to draw comics and that shit, but that's like a lie now. no more deception; i'm not going to fool you or myself any longer. and not just art in the sense of pencil to paper, but all the other areas of creative expression. i don't want you in my life right now. i just feel like i need to start fresh, a new path away from the shitty feeling i get when i think of myself and art. its like a sort of PRESSURE on me when it comes to art, as if there are expectations and standards i'm supposed to meet. i dont want that, i get enough of that kind of shit from parents.
but i'll be back to give you some sweet lovin when the time is right.
i have neither the energy, capacity, patience, time, or love for it as i once had. sure, i've doodled some random shit every other week or so...but i have not done anything artistically productive in so long. consider this the dear john letter to art. i'm done with you for now. i've been saying i'm an artist, that i want to draw comics and that shit, but that's like a lie now. no more deception; i'm not going to fool you or myself any longer. and not just art in the sense of pencil to paper, but all the other areas of creative expression. i don't want you in my life right now. i just feel like i need to start fresh, a new path away from the shitty feeling i get when i think of myself and art. its like a sort of PRESSURE on me when it comes to art, as if there are expectations and standards i'm supposed to meet. i dont want that, i get enough of that kind of shit from parents.
but i'll be back to give you some sweet lovin when the time is right.
Monday, May 03, 2004
Welcome to the end of the world
the magic number 21 has come upon me. and nothing feels different or the same. the first 'official' drink of beer tasted just like the one last night. and the one on thursday. same flavor, different circumstances. argh, the paradoxes and conundrums. fuck it.
i just realized tonight that i've been calling the WRONG number all this time whenever i tried to give my #1 a ring. O. M. G. extreme idiocy at its best. each time i called, the phone rang eternally, without a voice message prompt. what was i thinking? but now it makes me wonder, WHERE does the number i originally dialed go? who does it belong to? who the fuck doesnt answer their phones? i had mentally conjured this image of an abandoned house with a lone telephone ringing incessantly.
tomorrow will just be another bump in the road towards this saturday's drunkfest, sadly. actually, i kind of want to run into Ms. #3 and give her the heads up about the party. but may just be a fool's desire. maybe before i get home, i'll end up having to pick up a 6-pack of beer and drink the sorrow away, haha. HOPEFULLY, i can get in touch with pete regarding the MUSE concert on tuesday. that would rock my balls to the extreme. truly. and then comes thursday, which may be another concert, but this time with hip-hop legends De La Soul. no doubt the #1 syndrome will come into effect at that show. ARGH.
to my fellow buffalo soldiers, hang in there, your days of glory are coming. next up, may 8th/9th, followed by may 11th, may 18th, and then finally may 20th. i'm looking forward to one big bar hop at the end of the month, as well as parties dotting the month of may. rock on, drunkards.
--edit--
so the MUSE concert is totally sold out. fucking bummer. i havent been to a rock concert in ages, and i had hoped that MUSE concert would be a good jumping point for the rock resurgence for me. oh well, looks like i'll be a hiphophile for now.
the magic number 21 has come upon me. and nothing feels different or the same. the first 'official' drink of beer tasted just like the one last night. and the one on thursday. same flavor, different circumstances. argh, the paradoxes and conundrums. fuck it.
i just realized tonight that i've been calling the WRONG number all this time whenever i tried to give my #1 a ring. O. M. G. extreme idiocy at its best. each time i called, the phone rang eternally, without a voice message prompt. what was i thinking? but now it makes me wonder, WHERE does the number i originally dialed go? who does it belong to? who the fuck doesnt answer their phones? i had mentally conjured this image of an abandoned house with a lone telephone ringing incessantly.
tomorrow will just be another bump in the road towards this saturday's drunkfest, sadly. actually, i kind of want to run into Ms. #3 and give her the heads up about the party. but may just be a fool's desire. maybe before i get home, i'll end up having to pick up a 6-pack of beer and drink the sorrow away, haha. HOPEFULLY, i can get in touch with pete regarding the MUSE concert on tuesday. that would rock my balls to the extreme. truly. and then comes thursday, which may be another concert, but this time with hip-hop legends De La Soul. no doubt the #1 syndrome will come into effect at that show. ARGH.
to my fellow buffalo soldiers, hang in there, your days of glory are coming. next up, may 8th/9th, followed by may 11th, may 18th, and then finally may 20th. i'm looking forward to one big bar hop at the end of the month, as well as parties dotting the month of may. rock on, drunkards.
--edit--
so the MUSE concert is totally sold out. fucking bummer. i havent been to a rock concert in ages, and i had hoped that MUSE concert would be a good jumping point for the rock resurgence for me. oh well, looks like i'll be a hiphophile for now.
Friday, April 30, 2004
ANARCHIS DES TOROS
so last night was the first of many nights to come, where liquor would be the way of celebrating the full legalization of my compatriots. i don't think i even drank that much last night, but i was definitely trashed by the end of night. it was a blast, BigJon came out, Ale dropped by late, PM3 was already buzzed when i got there, AWESOMENESS x5. the last i remember was sitting down on Jen's couch... and then opening my eyes at 6:30am. HAHAHAH.
and by now, the lucky bastards that are going to Coachella are either leaving or getting ready to go. FUCK. i'll be missing many of my favorite bands that will be performing at the 2 day concert. more injury to the insult is that i tried calling Miss #1, but as before, my call was in vain. no pick up. oh well.
BRING ON THE MUTHAFUCKIN PARTIES.
so last night was the first of many nights to come, where liquor would be the way of celebrating the full legalization of my compatriots. i don't think i even drank that much last night, but i was definitely trashed by the end of night. it was a blast, BigJon came out, Ale dropped by late, PM3 was already buzzed when i got there, AWESOMENESS x5. the last i remember was sitting down on Jen's couch... and then opening my eyes at 6:30am. HAHAHAH.
and by now, the lucky bastards that are going to Coachella are either leaving or getting ready to go. FUCK. i'll be missing many of my favorite bands that will be performing at the 2 day concert. more injury to the insult is that i tried calling Miss #1, but as before, my call was in vain. no pick up. oh well.
BRING ON THE MUTHAFUCKIN PARTIES.
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Not so fresh, but mostly clean
so i'm pretty much fully back in sacramento. a part of me was still in san diego, soaking up the atmosphere and 98+ degree weather. i was here physically, but a portion of my soul is always in SD. chillin with family for a day and a half was great, it always is. when we got to clairemont, i woke up my little cousin (who's not so little anymore, fuck, his voice is deepening!) and played some m:tg, and then set up my gamecube to play FF:CC... until 7:30 in the morning. it was fucking awesome. the next day, the whole family got together to celebrate my niece's (Mai) christening. afterward, the whole Fabila clan headed back to clairmont for my uncle's birthday party. this time, i was able to get another of my cousins to play FF:CC with us, and we bashed the fuck out of the game.
despite the meager amount of drama my mom was trying to get me into with my san diego family, they were really cool about everything. for one, when we got there on friday night, my mom went off on how i smoke and drink and blah blah blah. my uncle was real cool about it and handed me a beer. and most of the family doesn't care that i would smoke; it's really a more conscious family than say, the corpuz side.
i'm still astounded by the experience of being around my fabila family. the rugrat cousins play with their nieces, the toddlers freely jump on my back, its great.
now, back to sacramento life. the daily hum-drum of work and school. i think i'm off hiatus mode now, and it falls in perfectly with tomorrow since work was called off for that day. nolan's birthday is coming up, and then my own birthday celebration. i think may will be a good month, although i've got a truckload of school work to handle and the work situation is looking bleak. rebel rock, yo!
i just need to keep a couple of things in mind before alchoholism totally destroys my memory capacity.
1. get back into art or die trying
2. buy a mini-fridge to store my future caches of booze
3. website redesign
4. make sure i have enough money to get to san diego comic con
5. play more video games
so i'm pretty much fully back in sacramento. a part of me was still in san diego, soaking up the atmosphere and 98+ degree weather. i was here physically, but a portion of my soul is always in SD. chillin with family for a day and a half was great, it always is. when we got to clairemont, i woke up my little cousin (who's not so little anymore, fuck, his voice is deepening!) and played some m:tg, and then set up my gamecube to play FF:CC... until 7:30 in the morning. it was fucking awesome. the next day, the whole family got together to celebrate my niece's (Mai) christening. afterward, the whole Fabila clan headed back to clairmont for my uncle's birthday party. this time, i was able to get another of my cousins to play FF:CC with us, and we bashed the fuck out of the game.
despite the meager amount of drama my mom was trying to get me into with my san diego family, they were really cool about everything. for one, when we got there on friday night, my mom went off on how i smoke and drink and blah blah blah. my uncle was real cool about it and handed me a beer. and most of the family doesn't care that i would smoke; it's really a more conscious family than say, the corpuz side.
i'm still astounded by the experience of being around my fabila family. the rugrat cousins play with their nieces, the toddlers freely jump on my back, its great.
now, back to sacramento life. the daily hum-drum of work and school. i think i'm off hiatus mode now, and it falls in perfectly with tomorrow since work was called off for that day. nolan's birthday is coming up, and then my own birthday celebration. i think may will be a good month, although i've got a truckload of school work to handle and the work situation is looking bleak. rebel rock, yo!
i just need to keep a couple of things in mind before alchoholism totally destroys my memory capacity.
1. get back into art or die trying
2. buy a mini-fridge to store my future caches of booze
3. website redesign
4. make sure i have enough money to get to san diego comic con
5. play more video games
Thursday, April 22, 2004
ESCAPE FROM SACRAMENTO
going to san diego tomorrow. YAY. i can't wait, really. anywhere but here. this whole week, i got probably a total of 20 hours of sleep? i'm SOOO COOL. barely ate, too. and now, i'm all kinds of physically out of sync, to the point of working on crucial projects IN THE CLUTCH. hopefully, when i get back, things will get back to their normal hum-drum pace and i'll get healthy sleep and social activity. HIATUS MODE ends when i get back, y'all. next thursday is the official start of the taurean festivities, where i'm bound to get drunk from weekend to weekend until i drop dead. fucking awesome. LET'S ROCK!
going to san diego tomorrow. YAY. i can't wait, really. anywhere but here. this whole week, i got probably a total of 20 hours of sleep? i'm SOOO COOL. barely ate, too. and now, i'm all kinds of physically out of sync, to the point of working on crucial projects IN THE CLUTCH. hopefully, when i get back, things will get back to their normal hum-drum pace and i'll get healthy sleep and social activity. HIATUS MODE ends when i get back, y'all. next thursday is the official start of the taurean festivities, where i'm bound to get drunk from weekend to weekend until i drop dead. fucking awesome. LET'S ROCK!
Monday, April 12, 2004
The gloves are off.
Dearest friends,
I hate to say it (yet at the same time, I revel in the prospect), but I'm going to be on a serious hiatus from now on. Until when? I don't know for sure. Maybe come April 30 or May 3. Which ever works out best. Reason? I don't really feel I owe anyone a reason, but I may as well, because I might get a flood (more like trickle) of communique from folks calling me out. In a week, I've got a 10 page research paper due that I've got to start on which I should have been working on all semester. The late night kick-its did not help me get started on this at all. This is serious crunch time, friends. Although I abhor the idea of continuing school, I need to at least pass my classes this semester so I won't be any farther behind than I already am.
Spring break SHOULD have been at least 5 days dedicated only to work, this research paper, and video games. Instead I'm looking back on it and I'm seeing that nothing happened as hoped. So now I hate everything. This random assortment of days, albeit fun, have probably been the worst time for me to attempt to live. I'm not supposed to be out late hanging out. I'm not supposed to be spending money for the benefit of entertaining me and my friends. I'm not supposed to be social. As much as I want to be there for each and every one of you through thick and thin, I can't. I know I'm going to regret even trying to achieve some kind of passing grade, and I know I'll regret not being there for thing even more. But this has to be done.
I thought I had found my focus this year, the set path I must walk to make something of myself, but in finding that focus, a lot of my previous priorites were fucked to the moon and back. What I did was just delude myself, fooled myself into thinking that the objective was clear. Instead, my mind is fucking TORN, and I've been more indecisive about even the LITTLE things more than I ever have.
To tell you the truth, the next two weeks will probably fuck me up worse than any girl, academic grade, or drugs ever had. So. This is goodbye.
But don't take this as me backing out of any allegiances and promises I've made, because I will come back to rip shit up. Just not now, or anytime in the immediate future. I won't be online to chat from now on, nor will I be frequenting any message boards you would normally see me in. I won't be answering the call to go out and have fun. I won't waste anymore of anyone else's time. However, I will answer e-mails, if ever I get them.
Alex: I'm still dedicated to the cause, but I know you'll move right along with or without me to lend some kind of supporting role. Be thankful Rob is just as stalwart (or even more so) than I. The month of May will see my return to rock out. I'll get you that $30 for the comic boards somehow.
Rob: I didn't forget the track you want me to spit lyrics on, I've worked on it a little bit. I'll leave it up to you, Alex, and Ryan to keep the forums alive while I'm in self-exile.
Ryan/Nolan/Nick: Keep me posted on the development of your works, especially the track I'm supposed to battle Blithe.
Jun: Seeing as how you haven't answered the last TF challenge, here's the answer:
1. Megatron/Prime
2. Megatron/Starscream
3. Jetfire (Skyfire)/Starscream
4. Omega Supreme/Devastator (Constructicons)
5. Omega Supreme/Astrotrain
6. Metroplex/Trypticon
7. Fortress Maximus/Scorponok
-Rod
Dearest friends,
I hate to say it (yet at the same time, I revel in the prospect), but I'm going to be on a serious hiatus from now on. Until when? I don't know for sure. Maybe come April 30 or May 3. Which ever works out best. Reason? I don't really feel I owe anyone a reason, but I may as well, because I might get a flood (more like trickle) of communique from folks calling me out. In a week, I've got a 10 page research paper due that I've got to start on which I should have been working on all semester. The late night kick-its did not help me get started on this at all. This is serious crunch time, friends. Although I abhor the idea of continuing school, I need to at least pass my classes this semester so I won't be any farther behind than I already am.
Spring break SHOULD have been at least 5 days dedicated only to work, this research paper, and video games. Instead I'm looking back on it and I'm seeing that nothing happened as hoped. So now I hate everything. This random assortment of days, albeit fun, have probably been the worst time for me to attempt to live. I'm not supposed to be out late hanging out. I'm not supposed to be spending money for the benefit of entertaining me and my friends. I'm not supposed to be social. As much as I want to be there for each and every one of you through thick and thin, I can't. I know I'm going to regret even trying to achieve some kind of passing grade, and I know I'll regret not being there for thing even more. But this has to be done.
I thought I had found my focus this year, the set path I must walk to make something of myself, but in finding that focus, a lot of my previous priorites were fucked to the moon and back. What I did was just delude myself, fooled myself into thinking that the objective was clear. Instead, my mind is fucking TORN, and I've been more indecisive about even the LITTLE things more than I ever have.
To tell you the truth, the next two weeks will probably fuck me up worse than any girl, academic grade, or drugs ever had. So. This is goodbye.
But don't take this as me backing out of any allegiances and promises I've made, because I will come back to rip shit up. Just not now, or anytime in the immediate future. I won't be online to chat from now on, nor will I be frequenting any message boards you would normally see me in. I won't be answering the call to go out and have fun. I won't waste anymore of anyone else's time. However, I will answer e-mails, if ever I get them.
Alex: I'm still dedicated to the cause, but I know you'll move right along with or without me to lend some kind of supporting role. Be thankful Rob is just as stalwart (or even more so) than I. The month of May will see my return to rock out. I'll get you that $30 for the comic boards somehow.
Rob: I didn't forget the track you want me to spit lyrics on, I've worked on it a little bit. I'll leave it up to you, Alex, and Ryan to keep the forums alive while I'm in self-exile.
Ryan/Nolan/Nick: Keep me posted on the development of your works, especially the track I'm supposed to battle Blithe.
Jun: Seeing as how you haven't answered the last TF challenge, here's the answer:
1. Megatron/Prime
2. Megatron/Starscream
3. Jetfire (Skyfire)/Starscream
4. Omega Supreme/Devastator (Constructicons)
5. Omega Supreme/Astrotrain
6. Metroplex/Trypticon
7. Fortress Maximus/Scorponok
-Rod
Friday, April 02, 2004
Drunk Hand DROP!
odd inside joke aside, this week has been nuts. wednesday and thursday night were the stage for life altering experiences. wednesday, saw eternal sunshine with the homies, and that definitely gave me a new perspective (and leash) on life and love. needless to say, LOVE is the only goal now, none of the games and emotional bullshit. she's got to be the one or none.
thursday. holy hell, thursday. a new direction has been proposed for the betterment and evolvement of ourselves, thanks to the wildman X. i told the man, all i'm waiting for is for him to start the revolucion, and i'll be there to provide ammo... and he has lit the match. DOOM I SAY! crush them like rice cakes!
drunken shenanigans are off the hook!
odd inside joke aside, this week has been nuts. wednesday and thursday night were the stage for life altering experiences. wednesday, saw eternal sunshine with the homies, and that definitely gave me a new perspective (and leash) on life and love. needless to say, LOVE is the only goal now, none of the games and emotional bullshit. she's got to be the one or none.
thursday. holy hell, thursday. a new direction has been proposed for the betterment and evolvement of ourselves, thanks to the wildman X. i told the man, all i'm waiting for is for him to start the revolucion, and i'll be there to provide ammo... and he has lit the match. DOOM I SAY! crush them like rice cakes!
drunken shenanigans are off the hook!
Friday, March 26, 2004
Weeeeiiiiird Week.
This has been a fairly long and taxing week, and it's bound to get extremely more taxing Friday night. FUCK. Hell, today has been pretty fucking long a day. Monday and Wednesday were 8 hour shift days, just so I can move my hours around and work a 4 hour shift on Friday. However, Monday was still an opportunity to kick it with the folks at Pat's house. Good times, our 'family' of friends met a new addition to the crowd, Ralphie. Ralphie rocks.
Anthony is on spring break this week, and him, Ryan, Jaime, Nolan, and I went out to WinCo that night to score the crowd some booze.
Wednesday, I actually got to go to my morning communication studies class. Kicked it after class with Terell for a minute, conversed about gravity bongs and spring break plans.
Thursday, I had to finish up a 4 page essay for my other comm studies class, essentially scrambling my thinking processes for the rest of the day. After class, Dave and I kicked it the rest of the day. We wandered from the schools library, to the cafeteria/union, and back to the library. Dave got to meet Sherly, and they conversed for a while in their native Indonesian languages. Groovy. Oh yeah! I got two essentially unexpected calls, one from Shannon giving me directions for her party Friday night, and one from my buddy in Florida, Travis (Diabolicol). After those calls, and after Dave got plenty of foreign language exercise in with Shmerl, Dave and I rolled out to Laguna to KB Toys and Borders. Saw Her #6 (the Jailbait) at Borders. One more instance of weirdness to add to my week. Not to mention Alex called me earlier in the day and didnt leave a message; I ended up calling the number back and speaking briefly with Alex's grandmother.
And now, there's another kick-back at Pat's, which I've chosen to skip. Tired. Weird week. Need to recuperate. Or something!
Friday night is going to involve a step back into a weird chapter of my night, Shannon's party will most likely have Her #2 attending. Along with her current beau. And me with my standard crew of homies. No girl to show her up and show that I've gotten along without her. Oh well! I can show her that I've become badass in the time since and astound her with my destructive habits of smoking and drinking. Yeah, that'll impress her REAL well.
This has been a fairly long and taxing week, and it's bound to get extremely more taxing Friday night. FUCK. Hell, today has been pretty fucking long a day. Monday and Wednesday were 8 hour shift days, just so I can move my hours around and work a 4 hour shift on Friday. However, Monday was still an opportunity to kick it with the folks at Pat's house. Good times, our 'family' of friends met a new addition to the crowd, Ralphie. Ralphie rocks.
Anthony is on spring break this week, and him, Ryan, Jaime, Nolan, and I went out to WinCo that night to score the crowd some booze.
Wednesday, I actually got to go to my morning communication studies class. Kicked it after class with Terell for a minute, conversed about gravity bongs and spring break plans.
Thursday, I had to finish up a 4 page essay for my other comm studies class, essentially scrambling my thinking processes for the rest of the day. After class, Dave and I kicked it the rest of the day. We wandered from the schools library, to the cafeteria/union, and back to the library. Dave got to meet Sherly, and they conversed for a while in their native Indonesian languages. Groovy. Oh yeah! I got two essentially unexpected calls, one from Shannon giving me directions for her party Friday night, and one from my buddy in Florida, Travis (Diabolicol). After those calls, and after Dave got plenty of foreign language exercise in with Shmerl, Dave and I rolled out to Laguna to KB Toys and Borders. Saw Her #6 (the Jailbait) at Borders. One more instance of weirdness to add to my week. Not to mention Alex called me earlier in the day and didnt leave a message; I ended up calling the number back and speaking briefly with Alex's grandmother.
And now, there's another kick-back at Pat's, which I've chosen to skip. Tired. Weird week. Need to recuperate. Or something!
Friday night is going to involve a step back into a weird chapter of my night, Shannon's party will most likely have Her #2 attending. Along with her current beau. And me with my standard crew of homies. No girl to show her up and show that I've gotten along without her. Oh well! I can show her that I've become badass in the time since and astound her with my destructive habits of smoking and drinking. Yeah, that'll impress her REAL well.
Friday, March 19, 2004
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Good fuckin-Times
Monday- worked, earned my $7.80 an hour, came home. A kick-it at Jen's was a-brewin, but alas, I was condemned by my parents. But I got my paycheck, so it panned out somehow.
Tuesday- school. talked to Dave, was finally able to convince him that I could give him a ride home. came home, talked to several folks about pulling a guerilla kick-back in lieu of me not being able to last night. I rounded up Pat and Jaime, the responsible adults of the group, and had them buy some booze to get the night rolling. We try to hunt down Alex, but came up empty. We try to 'invade' Jen's house on our own, but failed. So we dropped by Robert's and picked him and Nick up. We make it to Jen's place, with booze and Playstation2 ready. This time, we're able to get in with Robert's help, and wait for Jen to get home from work. She is greeted with liquor and cigarettes. Jasmine and Kiel eventually show up, bringing Pat some lau-lau. BOMB-ASS FOOD. Jaime and I head out early, but not with consuming a healthy supply of beer.
Wednesday- more work.
Thursday- I skip one of my classes because I left my wallet at work and had to drive all the way out to Bradshaw rd. to retrieve it. I get home and chat with Rob and Pat, who are down to get another night of kicking it organized. All in all, I leave Jen's early once again, but this time, not in time to see more people arrive.
Friday- work is just a 6 hour delay from a party night. Jasmine/Jamie are throwing a house party/bbq for their older sister. Ryan goes balls out and attends, and we stop by the 'Philippines" on Mack rd. to pick up two cases of San Miguel. It turned out to be one of those perfect kick-back nights: fair weather, barbecque, beers, and our old friend Mary. Ryan, Jaime, and I leave around 1am, but the night didn't turn out bad at all. Needless to say, the presence of cute female guests made the shindig a better time.
Saturday- I wake up with the slight after-effects of Miss Mary's charm, but I'm urged to action when Leo calls to trade his Wacom tablet for my Gameboy. DEAL. Talk to Alex, and I help him hitch a ride with Ryan/Jaime to Rob's house. After a shower, I'm ready to hang out at Rob's as well. Slightly dislocated from the rest of reality, I pull together to become the driver to yet another night of festivities. Alex, Jaime, Rob, and I drop by Jen's work (Steve's Pizza) to eat pizza and drink beer. In short time, the four of us are buzzed and laughing. Freudian slips here, manly contests of eating food topped with chili there, it was a GOOD TIME. Alex makes calls, and finally convinces me to head downtown for a night of Sacramento's second Saturdays. Re:Vibe is a bust, but we walk over to Infusion to find the place is packed beyond capacity for an open mic night. I bump into some of the folks (Elisa , Henry, Brian, Renato), as well the kind of people that can destroy and uplift your self-esteem. The "Hers." We cut out early; I knew I couldn't step up to the pressure of the moment. Instead, we head back Souf and pick up Jen. A quick liquor run and gas-up, and back downtown to kick-it at Alex's we go. He makes some calls, and we find that Ada is kicking back with friends at her place. A short drive later, and we're somewhere off Broadway, and hot-boxing an office room and talking Lockeian.
A productive week, no?
Monday- worked, earned my $7.80 an hour, came home. A kick-it at Jen's was a-brewin, but alas, I was condemned by my parents. But I got my paycheck, so it panned out somehow.
Tuesday- school. talked to Dave, was finally able to convince him that I could give him a ride home. came home, talked to several folks about pulling a guerilla kick-back in lieu of me not being able to last night. I rounded up Pat and Jaime, the responsible adults of the group, and had them buy some booze to get the night rolling. We try to hunt down Alex, but came up empty. We try to 'invade' Jen's house on our own, but failed. So we dropped by Robert's and picked him and Nick up. We make it to Jen's place, with booze and Playstation2 ready. This time, we're able to get in with Robert's help, and wait for Jen to get home from work. She is greeted with liquor and cigarettes. Jasmine and Kiel eventually show up, bringing Pat some lau-lau. BOMB-ASS FOOD. Jaime and I head out early, but not with consuming a healthy supply of beer.
Wednesday- more work.
Thursday- I skip one of my classes because I left my wallet at work and had to drive all the way out to Bradshaw rd. to retrieve it. I get home and chat with Rob and Pat, who are down to get another night of kicking it organized. All in all, I leave Jen's early once again, but this time, not in time to see more people arrive.
Friday- work is just a 6 hour delay from a party night. Jasmine/Jamie are throwing a house party/bbq for their older sister. Ryan goes balls out and attends, and we stop by the 'Philippines" on Mack rd. to pick up two cases of San Miguel. It turned out to be one of those perfect kick-back nights: fair weather, barbecque, beers, and our old friend Mary. Ryan, Jaime, and I leave around 1am, but the night didn't turn out bad at all. Needless to say, the presence of cute female guests made the shindig a better time.
Saturday- I wake up with the slight after-effects of Miss Mary's charm, but I'm urged to action when Leo calls to trade his Wacom tablet for my Gameboy. DEAL. Talk to Alex, and I help him hitch a ride with Ryan/Jaime to Rob's house. After a shower, I'm ready to hang out at Rob's as well. Slightly dislocated from the rest of reality, I pull together to become the driver to yet another night of festivities. Alex, Jaime, Rob, and I drop by Jen's work (Steve's Pizza) to eat pizza and drink beer. In short time, the four of us are buzzed and laughing. Freudian slips here, manly contests of eating food topped with chili there, it was a GOOD TIME. Alex makes calls, and finally convinces me to head downtown for a night of Sacramento's second Saturdays. Re:Vibe is a bust, but we walk over to Infusion to find the place is packed beyond capacity for an open mic night. I bump into some of the folks (Elisa , Henry, Brian, Renato), as well the kind of people that can destroy and uplift your self-esteem. The "Hers." We cut out early; I knew I couldn't step up to the pressure of the moment. Instead, we head back Souf and pick up Jen. A quick liquor run and gas-up, and back downtown to kick-it at Alex's we go. He makes some calls, and we find that Ada is kicking back with friends at her place. A short drive later, and we're somewhere off Broadway, and hot-boxing an office room and talking Lockeian.
A productive week, no?