June 2003

I’m back from my cousin’s graduation. Orange County is STILL a hole. Perhaps I should update my little story on that. Ugh. If they take the houses and development shit away from Aliso Viejo, it would be a really pretty place. Too bad they had to destroy it with “civilization”.

Anyhow, I just found out a friend from high school just got into grad school at Harvard. He will be getting his masters in education. I must say I am impressed considering who it is. This is probably the motivation I needed to get my ass back to school finally. Boop.

Congratulations to lotusblossom who passed her teacher’s credential test thingees. Woo!

Oh! And some thing of interest for you word freaks.

Tomorrow is my cousin’s graduation. As of tomorrow, he will be out of high school and theoretically able to fend for himself. I remember changing his fucking diapers when he was little! How the fuck did this happen?!! Uy. Oh well, my consolation is this: I went to buy cigarettes and got carded. The cashier looks at my drivers license, looks at me and asks, “Are you really 24? You look 19.” Tee hee.

Anyhow, it is urbanemonkey‘s birthday on Thursday so it looks like there will be a celebration on Saturday. You motherfuckers (y’all know who you are) better get your sweet asses here for frolicking and general giddiness. So there!

I’m going to try and catch up on some sleep now.

I woke up at 11:30 this morning after going to bed at 5:30am. Curses curses curses. I was praying for more sleep, but alas it didn’t happen. After a nice relaxing shower to cure my hangover, I went to Manhattan Beach and Pasadena with Madd. We did a lot of walking and that’s about it really. I actually bought another Paul Frank shirt (lj-cut for yr protection). You can’t go wrong with a $10 t-shirt nowadays so there.

Um I had something more to say, but I forget. Oh well.

I drank last night. I drank a lot. No really A LOT. I feel like an Unwound song: distorted, abrasive and generally fucked up. Eh. I’ll take a shower and go to West Hollywood. For some reason, I really wanna go there now. *shrugs*

Curses on dgenerator, malkiyah and the rest of those people absent last night. I give them the curse of big moles on their forehead that have teeth and hair and say “ouch” whenever you poke them. Although dgenerator might sorta like the idea, it will cause the sperm to turn hyperacidic causing a gradual eating away of body parts and function (sort of like The Blob but inside the body and shit).

Additional curses on the traffic going to SB. I left my apartment at 1pm expecting to meet some traffic, so I gave myself 2 hours to get there. I don’t think I went more than a 10-mile stretch without hitting stop-and-go traffic. As much as Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto No. 1 Movement 1 was soothing me, I am still generally irritated. I mean shit, it took me 1 hour to get home (although it was really really late).

As you can tell by now, the alcohol still hasn’t left my system and I’m generally incoherent. There isn’t much detail to tell. When I get piccys developed, I promise to share.

Bleah. Someone shoot me. I’m going to take a hot shower and get my ass out of here.

I am soon going to depart to Santa Barbara. That’s it. Actually I’m really happy that I woke up early to do my laundry. So now I can wear my decent threads and not smell bad. Tee hee.

Anyhow I will be taking pics, so beware of my camera. Actually I have yet to buy a battery for my digital, so I’ll just buy a disposable one and just scan the pics. Me so lazy. Tee hee.

Ciao!

Driving on La Brea and 3rd Street, I noticed a bus bench was tagged. The ad was for Dickies Girl with a picture of 4 girls sitting down focused on their rears. Someone came and tagged the letters “F”, “U”, “H” and “K” on the respective asses. This is a serious testament to putting more money in education. When local taggers can’t spell words like “fuck” or “shit”, you know we’re in deep shet.

I’m looking forward to visiting SB tomorrow. I just wish the drive wasn’t as long. Hopefully traffic will obey my wishes and not appear until after I have zoomed past at 100mph.

I had creme brulee without taking any lactaid pills tonight. No pain!!!! Hopefully this is the first step on my way to lactase production.

Pitchfork has a nice review of some more posthumous Bill Hicks CDs. He was a great comedian on par with George Carlin and Lenny Bruce. Back in 1994, he died suddenly from pancreatic cancer. So everyone should check him out.

Another thing to check out: Rodney Biggenheimer on the cover of LA Weekly. I must say that it is perhaps the scariest picture of Rodney I have ever seen.