our last half day, my sweets!

fuuuuuuuck. school went real slow today. i just wanted to get out of there, especially when i realized my grade would be a fat F in journalism. goddamnit. how can i be such a stupid-head?

afterschool, we all met in the commons, and i ended up riding in a car, driven by minh-tu in her uninsured oldsmobile, with lai joy and roger. we stopped at the bank, so minh could get some money ($), and then we went to walmart, where i bought a slim jim, a two-pack of pringles, and a big box of junior mints.

slim jim spice-e! me no steppy into one of them, on an empty stomach, ever again!

we went up to anthony's house, where the crackin' flow of people made somewhat of a fiesta. i jumped on the trampoline, but my stomach began to hurt from the slim jim.

man, i am such a little bitch!

after a long while of hanging out and drinking anthony's brother's code red mountain dew and stuffed pizza, which we weren't supposed to drink and eat as i would later find out, we head over to parkway plaza to see JACKASS.

jackass, oh jackass. what a movie experience, i would say, and i'm not even talking about the movie itself. when we got to the movie place, i initially thought that everyone had already snuck in, so that i would have to pay for the movie. but then anthony comes along, with his car full of deliquents prepared to get in without paying, and so i run over to THOSE GUYS, to see what's going down. we wait a long time for someone to open the door for us, and after much planning and crying, we finally got in.

amy paid to get in. i sneaked in. i don't know what that says about me. i don't know what she was thinking. i don't know.

i just don't know!

i knew, right from the start, that sneaking in with such a large group would mean trouble. brian ran over to the bathroom, to avoid any confrontation. i knew something was up when the same fat black lady with popcorn kept going in and out of the theatre. what the hell. WHO WOULD GO SEE JACKASS, AND RAT OUT A BUNCH OF KIDS DOING SOMETHING OF A jackass NATURE? this really bothers me.

first, an usher came and asked us for our ticket stubs. he tried to kick jaymar out. at first, i was ready to run, but then i didn't really care anymore. i liked where i was, at that moment in time. later on, the usher's manager came in and asked our row of friends to come out and show our tickets. the funny thing is, some of us didn't have our ticket stubs, but a lot of us pulled them out, so they let us back in and even apologized. but the movie people were really out for blood, and they called the cops. PIGS! I HATE PIGS! I ESPECIALLY HATE PIGS, OF THE POLICING NATURE!

pigs that oink are alright, i guess. pigs that cop, however, can go to hell.

we didn't get caught! tyree and anthony bailed right away, when the usher first came, but they really didn't need to. i have to admit, my heart was beating pretty fast.

the movie was alright. there's not much to say about it, except that if you like that type of stuff, go see it.

LIST TIME! movies that i've seen with amy n. teung:

  1. requiem for a dream
  2. cky
  3. reservoir dogs
  4. jackass

by now, if amy has already gotten tired of me, i don't know what i'd say or do. at least i've made a great friend. i mean, look at that movie list! she's seen requiem more times that i have, and liked it, and she had her substancial share of giggles from cky and jackass. i don't think she loved reservoir dogs, but no one really can, unless they're fuh-reakin' in love with tarantino flicks. i just like the idea of liking the movie, because the concept is so goddamn cool.

anyway, i know i'm ranting about amy. everyone thinks i'm fucking gay, but no one really knows how gay THEY REALLY ARE. and believe you me, some of the motherfuckers who say shit about me are pretty goddamn gay, to begin with. SO LAY OFF, YOU CRETANS.

i don't want to appear as a little bitch, and have everyone dislike me because i write and act like a FAGGOT. but then again, i don't give a goddamn whether or not people hate me or not.

you can't please everyone. that is a truth.

so i don't give a fuck. i know there are a lot of readers now, but i'm going to write about this anyway. i'm tired of talking in code, so that i don't look like a girl-obsessed loser. i also know that i've set a bad mood for the rest of this blog, with all the negative energy directed at you readers.

but if you truly love me, dear readers, then i will love you. if you hate me, then you can go shoot yourself in the mouth, for all i care.

now back to ranting about the girl. i should have written this earlier this week, but whatever. i was sort of "precautious." she likes the weezer album i gave her. (thanks tyree, for giving it to me originally. brian said he'd give me another copy.) she plays it in her car! i don't know, i think that's really cool. sure, we don't have much in common, and people will say i'm creating an image of her in my mind that builds her in such a way that shouldn't be, but whatever. i don't think i would like a girl that was anything like me. it would irritate the shit out of me, if there was a girl just like me. i like amy, she's nothing like me, and that is a great thing. everyone i know can be a little imitative at times..... it's like getting a mirror put in front of you for a quick second, and getting a feeling of disgust from seeing what you are. i'd rather not know any more about who i am.

maybe by now, she's gotten tired of pinkerton, and thrown it out the window.

or maybe not!

yeah, amy is a cool girl to get attention from.

after the movie, we waited in the parking lot we went back to anthony's house. everyone killed my junior mints and pringles, of which i didn't get much of. but it's my fault really, for not being so anal about giving away my precious food (i get hungry, later on in this story). oh well, as long as TRUE FRIENDS got a share.

what a gay statement.

we need a "shotgun constitution," and the "true friends constitution."

everyone leaves, and then it is just me, brian, and anthony. we jump on the trampoline, and talk about how gay some people are, and how we're going to murder them tomorrow, with guns and stuff. it's going to be pretty cool.

we pick up seth and ruslan, get some drinks at walgreens, and head over to ben antrobus' "party." can you say sausage fest? it seemed like some people had fun, so i was happy for them. but at that place, i realized that i can't hang with a lot of people. i'm one of those self-initiated elitests, you could say, but i don't care. let's face it, tomorrow, i'm going to anthony's "halloween" thing with excitement, because of amy. there's no getting past that, let's not lie to anyone here. sure, i'd be at anthony's house regardless, but i will ENJOY myself tomorrow, even if it is just another sausage fest.

but i do love my friends. you motherfuckers are my teenage crew! well, those of you of whom are not gay. i hate faggots.

kill kill kill!

anyway, i'm going to sleep now. i'm really tired. i know when i wake up, i'm going see this blog, and i'll say to myself, "what the fuck was i doing, writing this bitching and moaning shit?" but whatever. a guy has got to bitch and moan, sometime, you know what i mean?

in the immortal words of mustafa farah, "quit being such a bitch-ass-slut-hoe."

and i will. once i get some sleep. nighty-night!