i watched a fight after school between michael utu and this small dark-skinned black guy. it was minimalistic, as far as fights go. still, pussy fight or not, i was inspired.

i got my hair cut too. it's pretty short, but it's not too short. i like it. larry's mom is really nice. i owe them one.

i found this forum on an old blog of mine: http://www.voy.com/34275/

some of the more interesting things people type into search engines that get to my site:

- how to freestyle like brandon dicamillo
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- Excercise Tips for Skinny person

went out to get the corsage, guitar strings, and cheez-its. of course it isn't possible to get any of these things in the same place, so it took longer than was bearable for one shopping excursion. i'm home now, but i have to do my homework so i can go to college and get the fuck out of compton. or at least, GENTRIFY it. haha, word of the fucking day... is so gay.

so sick!

the lucomotion: homework is just another one of life's challenges that i choose to ignore.

beautifully said.

i slept a lot today. i seriously felt like a crackhead: i knocked out on the couch when i got home, and i was supposed to go with my parents to costco because all they ever buy at costco is nasty healthy shit, but they left me. asleep! on the couch, drooling. and then somehow i woke up in my bed, and the inside of my throat felt like a rotting tree stump.

later in the evening i walked into my room and discovered that my high e string was broken.

a bad case of the mondays.

i just looked at last year's homecoming picture... and damn. i look like such a fucking flake with short hair.

THIS IS THE MOST PRESSING MATTER OF THE CENTURY!

i don't know what to do. i don't know how i want it cut, i just know i want it to look presentable. and this wednesday, it's getting chopped, somehow!

still coughing. i spit up hella phlegm this morning. making those ibuprofens disappear super bon bon quick!

the confirmation meeting was cool until we hit the religious hype. baptism? been there, done that, TWICE, MOTHAFUCKA. all i can remember from the icebreaker games is that camelia's favorite ice cream is tira misu, and that's it! oh yeah there's this homeschooled kid who thinks he's not slow... but is. oh!

books to read for outside reading: a confederacy of dunces by this guy named o'toole (o'roarty suggested it to me), on the road by that jack kerouac fellar, some hunter s. thompson, and all of that other jazz. and hype!

i need to finish watching rashomon. so far it isn't one of my favorite kurasawas, but it's just like the book, and that's neat i guess. i've been reading blade of the immortal manga too... but vagabond is wayyyyy fucking sicker, yo!

AND AS OF RIGHT NOW, I HAVE NOT TOUCHED MY HOMEWORK AT ALLLLL. BITCH!