oh yeah, yesterday was the last day of school. weird.

i heard a bunch of complaints about yesterday, but i only have a few 'cuz MY day was cracking.

afterschool, we hit up rj's house, watched adaptation, ate some of his grandma's fine philippine cuisine, and then we went to anthony's for a bit. from anthony's we went to seattle center, where we saw a couple of cats, took some pictures, jumped and slid on a giant-ass monument, and hopped over this guy sleeping in the grass, and we recorded it all on video. then we went back to anthony's, and a couple of us went to the southcenter area for a bit. then we had the barbeque. then we were back at anthony's, yet again.

initially, it all cracked. barbeque was alright, and i could have done well without that shit afterwards. i'm just saying. still, hanging out with friends in different places is always fun, you just have to switch it up a bit.

also, i was sick yesterday, and i still had some good times. summer ain't about pessimism, you wack-ass bitches!

i can now use my hair to scratch my upper back.

the lucomotion: has jake been on?
josephguanlao: i don't know
josephguanlao: why
the lucomotion: i was wondering if he could send me one of the picturese he took on his DIGY!
josephguanlao: haha
josephguanlao: lol
josephguanlao: omfg
josephguanlao: wtf
josephguanlao: WHAT THE FUCK IS A DIGY
the lucomotion: digital.
the lucomotion: as in camera.
josephguanlao: oh shit
josephguanlao: haha
josephguanlao: yeah right
josephguanlao: you fruit loop
the lucomotion: what did you think it meant?
josephguanlao: digy = dicky

LATER ON...

the lucomotion: WHERE ARE YOU JAKE!
the lucomotion: I NEED YOUR DIGY!

last night. goddamn, what a blur.

hammered, i'm hella ugly and i talk like a wigger. it's fun.

my boys and i, we went through some shit together last night.

brotherhood isn't the right word, and "superfriends" just sounds too gay.

with all of the fucked up shit from last night, it seem like we've inched a bit towards the truth. a "bit" is an understatement. we have seen and actualized the truth, for all that it matters. it's pretty goddamn gruesome.

we've got to define a pact of some sort, so that we may truly establish ourselves as true charolastras.

astral cowboys.

last night's experiences gave me the definite decision to not fuck away my whole summer doing that tribes shit. j. paul called today, and i basically told him to fuck off in my monotonous, distinterested, care-free voice.

word of binding.

yeah, i could tell he was pretty pissed off, even though he didn't say very much. i imagine him smashing his desk after he got off the phone with me.

oh yeah, when the seniors graduated a couple days ago, i felt something. you could say i was moved.

i like seeing all of my friends in black and white attire. i'm oddly attracted to groups of women in black. maybe i should hit up a funeral or something.

worked up so sexual.

just kidding.

i have a corndog in the toaster oven.

b.

r.

b.

okay, i'm back.

n-e-wayz, we only have one week left of school. everyone is really excited, i bet. if some crazy wizard was to find a way to bottle up all of the anticipation for summer from children all across the globe, that would be some fucked-up ju-ju brew, yo. hella strong. that shit would hit HARD.

jew-jew.

fucking shit sometimes i can't wait to grow up, and other times i wish my mommy would spoon-feed me oreos.

my hair is getting unruly. i need a delilah to cut this shit off.