it was cracking last night on a.i.m.

"i thought it was a virtue in always being cool" - fight test by the flaming lips

today i ate a lot, worked on my ensemble part with ms. dosch at the school, and watched my big fat greek wedding. there's this part in the movie where one of the women go, "...you jagoff!" that being said, it makes all the druggie idiots i know who say it ten times more of the stupid sissies that they used to be. of course, byron is an exception, because the shit he does MAKES him byron. still, if i hear another follower shithead of lord fucking byron say that word again, expect me to snort.

heh.

it's not like i don't already.

anyway, i don't know what other people are doing with their lives, but i'm wasting mine away at a pretty good rate. i want to be a boxer. they should have a sub-lightweight category just for me. maybe i can fight girls... or something. i wonder if there is a difference in fighting a female kangaroo and a male kangaroo? either way, i know i'd get my ass FUCKED UP.

JAZzY sAYS: I'm at church right now
josep h guanlao: really?
josep h guanlao: 666
JAZzY sAYS: How evil
josep h guanlao: sorry.

KimR122885: i feel dirty
KimR122885: when i'm flowing

foo fighters - all my life
foo fighters - learn to fly
foo fighters - times like these
oasis - wonderwall
the flaming lips - do you realize
the flaming lips - ego tripping at the gates of hell
the flaming lips - fight test

our basketball team lost today in the state tournament. we were so swept away and caught in the moment that actual emotions in the audience were cracked, including (perhaps especially) mine. at that point, we didn't care to watch rainier beach play right after our defeat, so we fled. grief is all i could remember on the car ride home, as well as a fear of getting into a car crash because i had to sit in the middle seat (i got bitch) of anthony's car, where there is no seat belt. STILL, i am proud of our team, and i cannot even begin to think what's going through their minds right now. it's got to be some heavy stuff. every time i saw them play at a game, they became more heroic in image and in their accomplishments... in my mind they were way too cool to just be "highschoolers," although half of the actual appeal is that they are group of teenagers with awesome cooperative talents... to say the least, i was heartbroken and devastated by the loss, but it will always remain a landmark memory of the fantastical (YES IT'S A WORD, AND I USE IT WITH FULL FUCKING CONFIDENCE) parts of my highschool experience.

even though this entry was all about today's basketball game, all but one of the proceeding photos weren't taken there.



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FUCK SCHOOL >> the state basketball game was pretty cool. renton WON. hopefully they'll get farther along the WINNING bracket. anthony can steer a lane change with his knee on the freeway. we were hitting 90 mph, and larry still sped past us. YOU RACER FUCK! afterwards, we waited around a little at anthony's. we went to wendy's, where i ate some meat, (god knows where "he" and i stand, i don't need to abstain from junior bacon cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets to show him that), and we all headed to roger's house. while most people were singing karoake, i was drifting. at track practice, we were supposed to drive out to cougar mountain to run some trails, but larry got "lost," so we turned back (HEH), honked at the girl's fastpitch team, and headed to my house to mold and vegetate for a little bit. after today, i'm not at all looking forward to going to school tomorrow.



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today was nice. my friends seem to be taking more pictures with my camera than i do. i should learn how to use the manual settings to adjust the apeture and focus and colors and such myself, because that's REAL photography, not this "auto mode" bullshit. too bad renton doesn't have a photography class. i'm feel deprived of the necessary camera know-how to put me past an amateur... into a hobbyist (what am i bitching and moaning about? i only took two of the 10 pictures in the gallery at the end of this blog entry). we had two fire drills today... we have to find the official muckerheide count of fire drills this year. i believe it's in the 40's now? 40 firedrills? that's like... whoa. track practice was cool, i'm happy with where i am at as far as my running abilities go, but i shouldn't get complacent. this season should be all about improvement, as well as an endless barrage of shit-talk towards devin. FUCK, i missed everwood yesterday, and more than half of smallville today. tomorrow we're all skipping school to watch our basketball team play in a state level game at the tacoma dome... it should be great.



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"how special is ray allen" - kevin callabro, seattle supersonic's sports commentator.

drantholumias (7:32:17 PM): there are literally oral sex parties where a bunch of guys stand around in the same room and the slutcunts suck their dicks and everybody goes home after that
drantholumias (7:32:26 PM): that's lindbergh's defining moment
drantholumias (7:32:40 PM): they made some girl suck off a dog just to see if she would
drantholumias (7:32:46 PM): AND SHE DID CAUSE SHES A WHITETRASHCUNT
drantholumias (7:32:55 PM): and those are the girls at my school

yuck, lindbergh girls make me want to vomit. suddenly i'm so much more grateful and proud of our girls at renton. girls from the ghetto have morals, yo!

it's weird for me to not be in my typical angsty teenager mood... or blissfully joyful childish mood...

i'm just chilling, not caught up in any self-destructive emotions, and not at all immersed in the oblivion of my inherited boyhood.

BUT YOU! you... if only you...

and now, it's time for my gee-tar lesson.

dear love,

i'm sorry that i didn't get a chance to call you yester's afternoon, i was kind of scared. i didn't have any time where i was by myself to go one on one with you, and so i failed the promise of a phone call miserably. besides, i don't know if you find me a pesky little thing by calling you with my trivial pursuits. but just in case you're interested in what transpired last night, here goes a recount:

by the way, it was neat.

you know those times when you just hang out with friends, not really doing anything, but it not being gay or stupid at the same time? last night was like that. it's like, you're just a kid, hanging out, with no real qualms about doing nothing but playing truth or dare by candlelight.

after my mom had me drive to costco and back, she was pretty pissed at me. let's just say i am doomed to be the passenger in a car for the rest of my life, not because my mom won't let me get a driver's license, but that i will never pass the driver's test on my own abilities. when we got home, she took her blood pressure and it was something like 144/192, which isn't good at all.

eep.

mommy fed me dinner, and then i went to anthony's house. linda eventually came over, and she cooked brownies again. there was a bunch of us there, and so they went fast, and 1.5 brownies was enough for me, since i was filling my stomach with water minutes before.

and then for some reason we found ourselves sitting in a wendy's hamburgers parking lot, one car full of five kids yelling at another car full of five kids? i guess that made ten of us last night.

and then we found ourselves in a safeway, buying marshmallows? i don't know what that was about... people were just craving roasted marshmallows at that point... at least linda was, with her weird pregnant lady food urges (spontaneously wanting brownies last week and last night? roasted marshmallows? :O).

and then we found ourselves eating wendy's at anthony's house. someone ordered seven orders of 5-piece chicken nuggets, and i think it was me.

eep!

well, i ordered a lot of food. in addition to two of my own orders of chicken nuggets, i had fries and a jr. bacon cheeseburger. AND I ATE DINNER BEFORE I LEFT FOR ANTHONY'S HOUSE. so i was feeling pretty heavy at that point.

and then, after all was eaten and inside our bodies, we turned off all of the lights, and lit a candle. doing things at anthony's is way cooler when we DON'T watch a movie, or leave the television on for a bunch of catatonic retards drooling on the vinyl couches.

of course, the obvious cynics (tyree and anthony) were not enjoying the truth or dare session, but that's because they're no fun, and because the both of them have an unadulterated passion for drooling on vinyl couches.

so like i said, last night was neat. i wish you were there... maybe i should have just called to see what you were doing?

yeesh, i'm such a flake.

xoxo, joseph.