while all my friends are getting baked and stoned in honor of little yaguchi's sweet sixteen, i'm packing my bags for tomorrow's comic convention. it's mostly food and stuff, along with my camera. i don't really have anything to get signed concerning comic books, so i'm going to bring my pocket sized art-pad in hopes of getting signatures and sketches.

i'm probably going to go to the comic con by myself, since everyone is either working tomorrow, unsure if they'll have free time, or are getting it on with the reefer as i write this, leaving them unavailable for contact.

i'm leaving my house at 9:00 am to take the 101. i hope that bus goes there.

but if you're reading this, and are still interested in going, here is the information:

EMERALD CITY COMICON
Sunday, Feb 9th, 2003 - Seahawks Stadium
West Field Plaza - Seattle, Washington
Hours: 10:00am to 6:00pm
FREE Grab Bags to the first 2,000 attendees!

see you there! if not, then... okay.

contrary to everything i've heard about the movie signs from other people, that it sucked and was pointless, after having seen it i don't believe it to be so. it wasn't a bad movie. m. night shyamalan is very good. so is iced tea.

oh geez. five tablespoons of peanut butter washed down with milk is not a great idea!

league meet. >> 50 freestyle. >> 100 freestyle.

my 50 went well, but i got disqualified from my race in the 100. i swam blindly, swallowed water, choked, and stopped twice during the race. i am perhaps the slowest in the league, and that is not an overstatement. but it's all good. THE SWIM SEASON IS OVER, and i learned how to swim.

"i hate p.d.a. there is to be no public displays of affection in this classroom!" said mr. day at the end of 2nd period. but i live for those moments!

"oh chicos....." ms. miller said as she always says to us during 4th period spanish. we (at least "i") constantly make irrelevent references to sexuality and drugs in that class IN ENGLISH for no good reason at all, and ms. miller puts up with it. no wonder we're so ROWDY.

"he plays the butthole with his weiner," said seth during 6th period journalism, making an analogous statement with musical instruments. trying to maintain the peace, ms. anderson gave seth a cold stare, along with a verbal warning. "don't say it again, seth," she said.

for all you biters out there:

D   G   A   D   G   F   x4
A   F   x12
Am   C   F   C   x6
D   G   A   D   G   F   x4

i need to pen up the lyrics, but it's just something i'm fooling around with a lot because it's easy and fun for me to play, and i've been playing the F chord with joy for the first time in my life now since playing it no longer makes my index finger feel like it needs to be amputated. those are just suggested repetitions of the chords... i sure as fuck don't play it like that, but writing a bunch of chords on the internet looks cooler if you follow them with the x# format. if you need them, get your guitar action and neck adjustments as soon as you can. i'm so very happy with what that guitar d00d did for mine, except i have really shitty strings, and being the lazy fuck that i am, i won't get a new pair of elixer's until... never.

i just realized i have pictures of babies on my site, and i'm not really in a baby picture-type mood right now. let's just say i took a nap at the worst possible time, and now i feel like shit because i know i'll be awake until i have to go to school tomorrow. i'm definitely going to piss mr. day off during one of his lectures, as i will snooze during one of his LOL-OMFG-WTF jokes.

zzzzz..........

lol. omfg. wtf.

you know, we're all on different tangents. everything anyone writes in their blog will appear stupid to everyone except for the author, until the author him/herself realizes how fruitless the writing actually is. but whatever. I AM THE PRODUCT OF THE PEOPLE I WISH TO PLEASE, contrary to the belief that my sole purpose to write in this thing is to be contradictory and displeasing.

actually, the only person i'm trying to impress is my future self, who'll need to be reminded how much i was "roughing it back then."

heh.

my brother likes the pink starburst the least, and i like it the most, so it all works out well between us.

i'm so very thirsty right now, but i haven't the strength or energy required to get out of this chair and fill a glass of water for myself. i should do some reading for american studies..... and i will, once i wake up from tomorrow afternoon's nap.

what a weird day today was. afterschool, devin, larry, james, seth, and i went for a run to the zeppelin bridge down the cedar river trail..... at least, devin and i did. the other three guys started walking, and so when devin and i turned around, i slowed to their pace, and eventually stopped. those stupid overachievers devin and larry kept on running though... assholes! anyway, by the time seth, james, and i returned to the school, the swim bus that takes us up to the swimming pool left. it wasn't even 3:30 yet, by our watch. so we said 'fuck it,' and went to seth's house to fill our bellies with iced tea load up on breakfast hot pockets. seth brought cky4 over to my house, and we ended up watching that for a good hour or so, while eating before, during, and after. my mom had some spagetti, so we ate that for dinner.

YEAH, I'M GOING TO BE FUCKING GLAD WHEN SWIM SEASON IS OVER. days like today remind me of how great it is to not be involved in a sport afterschool. i heard from my mom that our coach was pissed at us for not being there today.

i actually have something to write about on the days when i don't go to swimming practice. i just noticed that. at least, i learned how to swim this season, so i'll be able to go swimming with friends this summer, and actually "swim," rather than wading in the shallow end as everyone has a wild fucking party in the deep end with the rope swing.

TYrEEsHEPPArd: im out
TYrEEsHEPPArd: of words
joseph guanlao: yeah, me too
joseph guanlao: out of thought, in general

i don't take photographs of people posing in front of their lowered, bomex-kittified, hondas. in fact, none of my friends own hondas that are altered beyond the frame of the license plate that contains a clever message on it. by clever, i mean something stupid. i don't even own my own car. heck, i don't even have my driver's license yet. besides that, i like bands with lead singers who either have dirty long hair, or a stylishly stylized style of a haircut. i don't get drunk with my uncles at family parties. i don't save up my meager allowance for a pair of jordans, and i like my chuck taylor's scuffed and soiled. i don't speak english with the natural use of "nigga," nor do i write with a blatant disregard for punctuation, spelling, grammar, capitlization, etc. - for the most part.

I AM THE WORST FUCKING ASIAN EVER, AND I'M FUCKING PROUD OF IT.

NEVERMIND. the people of this world are all close-minded, quick to assume, retarded homophobes.

joseph guanlao: i made looks at one of the guys
joseph guanlao: he probably thought i was gay
joseph guanlao: because i was just staring at him, laughing
JAZzY sAYS: hahaha
joseph guanlao: yeah
JAZzY sAYS: yeah he told me!
JAZzY sAYS: that was jun jun
joseph guanlao: haha
JAZzY sAYS: he was like.. he was hella looking at me weird, that fag.
JAZzY sAYS: hahahahah ohh man

what kind of name is "jun jun" anyway? what a fucking fairy.

where am i going. i need to meet new people. I NEED TO MEET NEW PEOPLE. it's such a good mantra to have.

yes, i know i'm trying to be an introvert, but that only applies to the people i already know. that's why I NEED TO MEET NEW PEOPLE. do any of you realize how big this earth is, and how many people dot its various landscapes?

a whole lot, i tell 'ya!

needless to say, this isn't about finding "chicks" to dig, or anything like that. it's about meeting old men who have bounds of wisdom to dispense, women in their late forties who can crochet and knit and tell you stories about the lives they used to have before they had kids, and kids themselves; kids who like to kick, punch, laugh, curse, jump, swing, eat, and terrify any willingness i hold to "grow-up" into fearful submission.

i probably need sleep! i need to start reading again. reading is good for everything. lonely? read. stupid? read. blind? sorry.

well, there is braile.

today i swam for the first time since two fridays ago. there's only one thing to say about that: I SUCK SHIT.

also, today I FORCED HER INTO HOLDING MY HAND AND OUR HANDS GOT SWEATY FROM THE HEAT GENERATED BETWEEN US, but i wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, beb.

except for a fighting chance.

i took another nap. i'm really screwing myself for insomnia tonight. i can't remember if i've eaten lunch... i better go do that now.

holy fuck: emerald city comic con.

who wants to go with me? admission is eight bucks, but fuck. i know some of you fucks paid for a non-matinee price to see lord of the rings, so you can eat my ass if you try to tell me you're not geeky enough to go to a fucking comic convention. by the way, i've only seen lotr: the two towers twice, paying the matinee price both times i went. SO I'M NOT A DIEHARD NERD.

but i'm going to the fucking comic con regardless. i just wish i had my driver's license right about now... FUCK. i guess the metro and i will have to meet again... fuck that stinking bus!

i just got back from mini-registration at rhs, and got my schedule fixed. mr. dowd begged me to stay in web design to help them work on the rhs website, but i really wanted to drop that class. video production is where i'll be at, first period this semester. when i become a profound and prolific filmmaker, SOME OTHER GUY will make my websites for me.

yeah, just a little bit of my egotism to start out this day.

i spent today at my auntie's house, for her house blessing. at first, i was sort of bothered by the fact that i didn't know any of the people... there was this girl singing karaoke, and she was pretty good. but then her, as well as her older entourage, left, and i felt a lot more comfortable just hanging with the kids. kids are great. my cousin and his friend were spinning tops and talking shit the way six-year olds talk shit. there were these little 11-13 year old girls that i wish i had known when i was 11-13 years old..... cool, smart, filipinas. they told me i had the body of a freshman in highschool, and the mind of a forty year old. go figure.

and everyone loves my godchild! i mean, you'd have to be a pretty sick idiot to not love babies.

maybe i have the mind of a 40 year old, but i can relate to kids so much more than adults.

this is where i get mad at my stupid self for waking up at 5:30 in the morning, connecting to the internet, and finding myself totally unable to get back to sleep. my sleeping pattern is such a faggot.

my body aches all over too... i have a sucky bed mattress. if i'm ever going back to sleep, it'll be on the couch in my dining room.

i'm either going to live with my parents until i'm 39 and that couch feels like shit, or right when i just get out of highschool. i haven't decided yet.

does a day packed with fun-filled excitement await us? or is it going to totally suck a fucking egg? we're about to see.