fuh-reakin' freak.
friday night, anthony picks me up, and we chill at his house for about 45 minutes, watching the middle part of panic room (which i want to see all of, now). we leave his house to pick up rj, and he brings blade 2 over back to anthony's, which we begin to watch, right after anthony has his counterstrike fix, with larry bushnell naturally cracking his funny-talk through the same cs network. i can only stay awake to see the first half of the movie, and then i just fall asleep on one of anthony's lounge chair/recliner-type things. those chairs are mighty comfy, i must say. if i was a character in some comic book/manga-type thing, it would have shown me with a bunch of z's, like this: "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..." after the movie finishes (which tallies as TWO movies i need to re-watch from this night), the three of us, half-asleep like lions after a carnivorous binge, drive rj back up to his house, and then back down to mine, because me and ant have a race the next morning.
end of part one (how very anti-climactic).
saturday morning, 6:00 am, my alarm clock keeps wailing at me, and i queue it to ring again every five minutes, but i never get up. the last time it rings, my brother is like, "shut that fucking shit off," minus the french. so i turn it off, and i start sleeping again. the next thing i know, there is another ringing noise, but the dissonance is coming from the telephone. my dad picks up, and then i pick up, and it turns out it is larry vo from the cross country bus. larry doesn't understand my morning fuckedupness, so he gives the phone to gabriel. gabe says the bus is leaving in one minute, which means i practically miss the boat, with what would have occupied my time until 4:30 pm that day. oh well - looks like my plans for the day are practically thrown out the window, so i fall back to asleep.
i wake up at about 11:30, and i watch some x-men evolution, eat some cold chicken garlic pizza, and read some out of harry potter: the goblet of fire. i get my wasl scores, which aren't too great, but at least i passed all sections. at around three o'clock, my dad leaves for work, so it is safe for me to just lie down and sleep, without daddio giving me some grief about my laziness, or about my brain "vegetating." i doze off, and stay a dead corpse until around seven o'clock, and i do absolutely nothing, besides reading elektra comics online, watching a big brother 3, and survivor: thailand. and then i am a dead corpse again.
speaking of thailand, my mom just bought me a can of red bull. it has a lot of thai symbolage and stuff, so i assume it is from thailand. plus my mom told me it is from there, and she knows everything, because mommy is the master of the universe, right? we're filipino.
end of part two (what a waste of time and space).
sunday rolls in, and my mom takes me to church at the 9:00 am mass, even though she is planning to go at noon as well, because that mass is in honor of my family, since the day of the car accident (which means i am such an ass, for not being there). i eat a mcdonalds' deluxe big breakfast, which is very bad for me, as is a lot of things, but tastes so "mmm mmm good." at 11:30, on the way to my family's actual mass, they drop me off at anthony's, because we're going to the puyallup fair. i see anthony, linda le, steven (linda le's nephew), and devin chilling in ant's basement. devin and me jump on the trampoline out in anthony's backyard, and then i get tired and walk back inside. a few others enter the game; kim, seth, brian, meuy (sp?), gabriel, and gabriel's friend, bryce (sp?), all for the great journey to puyallup. but uh-oh! there is too many of us, and not enough seats in our rides. after a long while of sulking and pondering what would be a waste of a sunday, gabe gets the idea of all of us going outside, to figure out the car-person thing. it turns out everything gets figured out, as anthony is allowed to use his dad's van, as long as he fills up the tank, so everything is cool.
i almost for got to include LINDA HOANG's name in the list of persons involved in today's fest, which would have been fuh-reakin' tragic, yo!
so after some odd minutes wrestling with little steven in the back of anthony's van, we arrive at puyallup, and enter the land of over-priced rides and food. we dinged and donged and super-flonged our way in and out of eating and riding and walking and seeing situations. linda and gabe ride the twirly thing that goes around and around and around in a vertical motion, and while linda looks like she is enjoying the moment, gabe looks like he is being sprayed in the face with sulfuric acid.
during our unfrutuitous search for some funnel cake, brian and i take a test, to see if we're going to heaven. it turns out to be a load of crap, and they only want us to read a prayer and some mess out of some pamplets, and the bible. it isn't even the passionate and crazy-daze infused evangelism, it's just some mild-mannered protestant and pre-destination shit.
MY PERSONAL HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: eating an "oreo collasal," which was a waffle ice-cream cone, filled with vanilla frozen yogurt, oreo crumblies, and whipped cream! YUM YUM YUM! four bucks, though. grrr.
we all ride the super-fast spinning thing, which spins and spins and spins in a horizontal motion, and pushes you against the inside walls of the diamond shaped ride. i would spit to see where it would fly, but i'm standing in between steven and linda, and neither of them deserve my nastyfied salivary amalase.
other stuff goes down. an occasional fly girl, with the bangin' walk and the glittery eyes, passes me by, but nothing serious. *sigh* i need a fuh-reakin' haircut, yo.
i see mr. pattenaude, and denisse from my london tribes cast, paula mori, ashley russell and lizzy williams. and that's about it.
we go home. on the way home, some girls in a car yell at us, which was sort of funny, because they looked like a car of whores. we dance to some jamiroquai, and i look really gay to cars that pass us by. we drop off linda le and steven, and then we go to anthony's house, where it all basically ends. i go home, and i write what you see here.
the end.
i absolutely tried to write everything in the previous writing in the present tense. it's so different from what i usually do, and so i may have failed to keep consistent with my tenses. so shoot me, yo!
friday night, anthony picks me up, and we chill at his house for about 45 minutes, watching the middle part of panic room (which i want to see all of, now). we leave his house to pick up rj, and he brings blade 2 over back to anthony's, which we begin to watch, right after anthony has his counterstrike fix, with larry bushnell naturally cracking his funny-talk through the same cs network. i can only stay awake to see the first half of the movie, and then i just fall asleep on one of anthony's lounge chair/recliner-type things. those chairs are mighty comfy, i must say. if i was a character in some comic book/manga-type thing, it would have shown me with a bunch of z's, like this: "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..." after the movie finishes (which tallies as TWO movies i need to re-watch from this night), the three of us, half-asleep like lions after a carnivorous binge, drive rj back up to his house, and then back down to mine, because me and ant have a race the next morning.
end of part one (how very anti-climactic).
saturday morning, 6:00 am, my alarm clock keeps wailing at me, and i queue it to ring again every five minutes, but i never get up. the last time it rings, my brother is like, "shut that fucking shit off," minus the french. so i turn it off, and i start sleeping again. the next thing i know, there is another ringing noise, but the dissonance is coming from the telephone. my dad picks up, and then i pick up, and it turns out it is larry vo from the cross country bus. larry doesn't understand my morning fuckedupness, so he gives the phone to gabriel. gabe says the bus is leaving in one minute, which means i practically miss the boat, with what would have occupied my time until 4:30 pm that day. oh well - looks like my plans for the day are practically thrown out the window, so i fall back to asleep.
i wake up at about 11:30, and i watch some x-men evolution, eat some cold chicken garlic pizza, and read some out of harry potter: the goblet of fire. i get my wasl scores, which aren't too great, but at least i passed all sections. at around three o'clock, my dad leaves for work, so it is safe for me to just lie down and sleep, without daddio giving me some grief about my laziness, or about my brain "vegetating." i doze off, and stay a dead corpse until around seven o'clock, and i do absolutely nothing, besides reading elektra comics online, watching a big brother 3, and survivor: thailand. and then i am a dead corpse again.
speaking of thailand, my mom just bought me a can of red bull. it has a lot of thai symbolage and stuff, so i assume it is from thailand. plus my mom told me it is from there, and she knows everything, because mommy is the master of the universe, right? we're filipino.
end of part two (what a waste of time and space).
sunday rolls in, and my mom takes me to church at the 9:00 am mass, even though she is planning to go at noon as well, because that mass is in honor of my family, since the day of the car accident (which means i am such an ass, for not being there). i eat a mcdonalds' deluxe big breakfast, which is very bad for me, as is a lot of things, but tastes so "mmm mmm good." at 11:30, on the way to my family's actual mass, they drop me off at anthony's, because we're going to the puyallup fair. i see anthony, linda le, steven (linda le's nephew), and devin chilling in ant's basement. devin and me jump on the trampoline out in anthony's backyard, and then i get tired and walk back inside. a few others enter the game; kim, seth, brian, meuy (sp?), gabriel, and gabriel's friend, bryce (sp?), all for the great journey to puyallup. but uh-oh! there is too many of us, and not enough seats in our rides. after a long while of sulking and pondering what would be a waste of a sunday, gabe gets the idea of all of us going outside, to figure out the car-person thing. it turns out everything gets figured out, as anthony is allowed to use his dad's van, as long as he fills up the tank, so everything is cool.
i almost for got to include LINDA HOANG's name in the list of persons involved in today's fest, which would have been fuh-reakin' tragic, yo!
so after some odd minutes wrestling with little steven in the back of anthony's van, we arrive at puyallup, and enter the land of over-priced rides and food. we dinged and donged and super-flonged our way in and out of eating and riding and walking and seeing situations. linda and gabe ride the twirly thing that goes around and around and around in a vertical motion, and while linda looks like she is enjoying the moment, gabe looks like he is being sprayed in the face with sulfuric acid.
during our unfrutuitous search for some funnel cake, brian and i take a test, to see if we're going to heaven. it turns out to be a load of crap, and they only want us to read a prayer and some mess out of some pamplets, and the bible. it isn't even the passionate and crazy-daze infused evangelism, it's just some mild-mannered protestant and pre-destination shit.
MY PERSONAL HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: eating an "oreo collasal," which was a waffle ice-cream cone, filled with vanilla frozen yogurt, oreo crumblies, and whipped cream! YUM YUM YUM! four bucks, though. grrr.
we all ride the super-fast spinning thing, which spins and spins and spins in a horizontal motion, and pushes you against the inside walls of the diamond shaped ride. i would spit to see where it would fly, but i'm standing in between steven and linda, and neither of them deserve my nastyfied salivary amalase.
other stuff goes down. an occasional fly girl, with the bangin' walk and the glittery eyes, passes me by, but nothing serious. *sigh* i need a fuh-reakin' haircut, yo.
i see mr. pattenaude, and denisse from my london tribes cast, paula mori, ashley russell and lizzy williams. and that's about it.
we go home. on the way home, some girls in a car yell at us, which was sort of funny, because they looked like a car of whores. we dance to some jamiroquai, and i look really gay to cars that pass us by. we drop off linda le and steven, and then we go to anthony's house, where it all basically ends. i go home, and i write what you see here.
the end.
i absolutely tried to write everything in the previous writing in the present tense. it's so different from what i usually do, and so i may have failed to keep consistent with my tenses. so shoot me, yo!
posted by Jocagu at 9/22/2002 08:17:00 PM
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