i went to church today.

i got up this morning, a little sluggish, but not that much. i wasn't hung over. i ate a lot right before i went to anthony's yesterday... catfish, jo-jo's, a roast beef melt sandwich, chips... plus i didn't have as much as the motherfuckers who were puking or passing out last night. amy is fucking hardcore, she had twice as much as me and probably more than most of the other people, and she was just fine.

fine!

during church today, i didn't see the kid with the fat-ass ugly mullet that i usually see. that shit is ugly! he looks like a fucking hick too. i did see the big-ass black dude that lives down the street from me. he always says "hi" when i walk down the hill from skyway market. I SEE BLACK PEOPLE!!!

after seeing my t-shirt accessorizing the batman costume i had on from amy, anthony's brother let me borrow the photo biography of che guevara, by korda. micah was getting pretty into it last night, and i had to take it from him. i'm going to have to take a look at that shiiit today. VIVA LA REVOLUCION.

no calculus meeting today? but i thought..... oh, who gives a shit. muckerheide hates us anyway, since that faggot-ass sonovabitch derek emailed the message, "what the fuck is this shit" to him. you don't just disrespect the muck, and get away with it. he's plotting our deaths, or even in the stage of IMPLEMENTATION of his plan for REVENGE against the calculus nerds. we're not even bonafide nerds, because we don't really do shit to try to learn the material.

i bought some rice pudding and two sobe drinks at safeway today. yum! i need more protein in my diet. i think the next time that i go to costco, i'm going to buy tons of soy drinks and tofu. INDIAN CUISINE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKERRRRR.

errrrr.

god, i don't want to do homework right now. i just want to rest, or just stare at either the ceiling or my carpet. i just did a little weight-lifiting today, just like i did yesterday, and i notice no difference right now. why do i even do it?

there's this bottle cap from a jones soda bottle on my brother's computer desk that reads, "nothing is certain but the unforeseen." philosophical shit like that is crazy, not to mention TRITE and BORING. i'll give you all a free fortune cookie right here: y'all are fucking mules, get of yer asses and make some money and love, PEOPLE!!!

i'm deep as shit, yo.

my mom is using the telephone line right now, so i can't blog this yet. i guess i'll right some more.

goddamnit, yesterday at anthony's, i left those cd's that brian made for me. one of them was a cd with full of video files... i want to look at them right now. scott wylen, the lead singer from stone temple pilots, dances all crazy and shit. it's the stuff heroes are made of.

i bet girls would love me a hundred times more if i could dance like scott wylen. at least, all the gay boys would love me a hundred times more if i could dance like scott wylen, because he dances in a really gay, YET SUPERFUCKING COOL, way.

the way. what way, do you say, i should take? i'm already on this path to enlightenment, i don't think i need any detours or subroutes to fuck up my main goal.

i'm planning to join the swim team, but the thing is, i can't fucking swim! i'll die! and muckerheide is the swim team coach! that's fucking crazy!

i drink a lot of water and milk. my triad of essential beverages would be complete, if i had some orange juice. jugo anaranjado!

sometimes, i feel like such a fucking loser, but right now isn't one of those times. i'm super, thanks for asking. halloween is this week! going to that halloween party sort of drained the enthusiasm, but not totally if we went TRICK OR TREATING!

i wonder how many people actually read my blogs all the way through. i know i don't read other people's stuff all the way through, but that may just because i'm lazy, or that i don't give a fuck.

you guys should all wash your hands and take your vitamin c pills, i know i am. the flu season is when?

i need a new jacket. i wore minh-tu's jacket to church today, and i used the blistex chapstick in her coat pocket. i didn't use the lip gloss though, because i don't want my dad to think i'm THAT fruity.

i get intimidated by good-looking people. again, at church, i was pissed to see that eric lape was wearing the puma jacket that i wanted! that fucker! both of the lape brothers have a great sense of style..... eric makes me mad that i don't have the facial hair genes that my dad has. i want a beard or goatee! i look like such a fucking boy!

when my friends and i become rockstars, we have to promise ourselves to stay down to earth, and have parties at anthony's like we always have.

brian and i agree that the only way for us to make it in this world is if we become GUITAR GODS. my mom just ordered me a new violin, so i have to wait to get a new guitar until this christmas. CHRIST, i need fucking equipment. why can't it just rain P.A.'s?

how many of you are laughing at our dreams?

*sigh*

just you guys wait and see!

max was jamming out on the kiddie bongo with brian yesterday. i can't play scales for shit anymore. they were all probably thinking, "what an ass!"

i wish girls could love me for who i am, but that's just not possible. I HAVE TO GET FUCKING FAMOUS, to get anything in this world. those cash money millionaires must have it all. gator boots.......

psyche. i really don't believe that. i'm a cash money millionaire, in my own respect. i have a great family, great friends, and i eat plenty. ryan brown is a king. i feel that blog, AND it ends with my name mentioned.

i need a hug.

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update: it turns out, there is a calculus meeting. fuck. rj just called me, after i just awoke from a nap, and it felt like it was night time already. but it's only six o'clock. i'm a fucking slug. i guess i have to go though, but whatever. FUCK SCHOOL. i feel like shit.