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2003 25 August :: 9.48pm
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: dust in the wind
I close my eyes
only for a moment
and the moments gone
all my dreams
pass before my eyes a curiosity
dust in the wind
all we are dust in the wind
Some old song
just a drop of water
in the endless see
all we do
crumbles to the ground
though we refuse to see
dust in the wind
Now, donīt hang on
nothing last forever
but the earth and sky
it lips away
And all my money
won`t another minute buy
Dust in the wind
all we are dust in the wind
dust in the wind
dust in the wind
lol its back!!!
speaking of that go ahhhhnold!!!
and i hate yellowjackets
now let me explain. yesterday i was lounging on my hammock trying to get through chapter 3 of rifles leprosy and metal. i mean guns germs and steel. well yes, anyway, i felt this pain between my toes and i was like holy shit and i found a yellowjacket latched to my 4th and 5th toes. i screamed and started swearing really loudly and i almost had to beat it off with a stick but there were no sticks around so i just yelled at it and flailed and ran. so i iced it for 45 minutes. and i wonder if that actually did any good cuz today #4 and mr. pinky are swollen thicker than my thumb. it hurts to walk, and thats not even counting my huge blister-on-blister-s. damn bastards. from now on i am spending all my time outside with that electric badmiton racket, and killing every yellowjacket in sight. by the way my dog is the best dog every, she chases them and tries to eat them, which is convenient when i feel like eating sushi on the deck. of course she does go for the sushi too...
btw i tried having my dog sleep in my room, which is what my impression of a dog was like when i was young and undereducated. she galloped up and down the polished wood hall with her unclipped CLAWS and then ran around in my room destroying my peacock feather arrangement. and then i found fleas in my room.
oh but i had so much fun with this one flea i found on my arm. see i was reading a captivating magazine, so i just held it between my thumb and forefinger for about 15 minutes. then i introduced him to his watery grave in my brothers bathroom. and then i added soap into the sink. and then, just to make sure he was dead, i got out the tweezers...
he deserved it tho. really. oh and these hispanic guys in a pickup drove up and stole our sand!!! see we're fixing (kinda) our majorly steep driveway, so we had all these cinderblocks and sand. so i see these guys drive up, get out some buckets, and start scooping. meanwhile Bronte lies down on the pile of sand (its HER pile of sand after all, she claimed it) next to them and watches. so im just staring out the window confusedly, my dad is somewhere between here and another dimension (aka in the tv room with football and wine) and these guys pack it into their truck and leave. i told my dad 3 hours later. nobody really knows what hapened.
GOOD STORY, NO?
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2003 19 August :: 12.00am
:: Mood: pensive
:: Music: right thurrrrrr
christina uglyera pisses me off. she thinks shes ghetto cuz she died her hair black and wore little purple shorts, and all this other purple shit that doesnt fit her. if she went into that neighborhood wearing those shorts, it would be because she'd want some guy to grab her ass to make her feel "powerful". uh, right...
anyway nobody would want to get near her ass cuz its ugly. and she looks like a rat. what would actually happen in that neighborhood is: christina would walk in, try to sing, and all the children would run indoors, and then some gang would drive by and shoot her down. not altogether too horrible, if you ask me. but right, this is just a video (sigh). the song is horrible, it doesnt even really sound like a song. its really her just talking about how being a gross slut makes her "powerful".
"The guy gets all the glory the more he can score
While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore"
well she admits it, all she really wants is to fuck as many guys before she dies of gonorrhea or something. oh yeah, so she is a whore. she just wants to be like all those rapist guys out there, so she can "get all the glory" like them. and since when did those guys get glory? most people try and stay away from guys like that.
rrar! TAKE THAT TAKE THAT TAKE THAT!!!
oohhhh i love p diddy so much. that brings up a very weird thing that happened today. k so my dad is driving me to the gym and we're waiting at this intersection-sorta-thing and this dumpy old pickup goes by and some dude in the passenger seat stares at me and sticks his head out of the frickin window to keep staring the whole time he's going by. yeah, real subtle. IM WITH MY DAD, YOU PERVE. plus, to any sane white guy i looked like shit. (i dunno what it is about hispanic guys in pickups, i guess they really dig the messy hair thing.) so yeah. i knew he was hispanic, but at the same time, that second he was going by, i saw mushroomdiddy. im not saying that guy was hot. im saying im going crazy. i felt this pang in my heart which has only happened once when i actually did see him in a car going by. but man, somehow my brain really did convince me it was him. scary. i think i need to get my eyes checked or something, or maybe i was hallucinatin cuz of running too much. 40 minutes really is too much for me. at least in the morning.
ok one random interesting fact: next time you get a brain freeze, put your tongue on the roof of your mouth and it will go away. i havent tried it yet, but i will eventually and y'all should too.
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2003 17 August :: 9.29pm
:: Mood: dirty
:: Music: white stripes- seven nation army
by dirty i mean i havent taken a shower since i went running. i know, ill get to it...
im gonna fight a war
a seven nation army couldnt hold me back
i still havent gotten HIS license plate # but when i do... ohhohohoh i'll get him good. he just drove up/down the street, i cant even tell, and i heard it over my loud rock music. damn kid.
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2003 16 August :: 12.16am
:: Mood: smelly (lol its not a mood but i just went RUNNING
:: Music: the roots- the seed
just had to make a list. this is what happens when you are literarally challenged and/or very lazy.
things i love:
*chocolate
*italians
*black irish-er-s
*p diddy and everyone who looks like him
*food and eating in general
*l'internet!!!
*il televisione
*that bag boy (havent seen him again... yet)
*stalking (lol USA club!)
*ripping off people with mostly-bad albums (downloading music for free hehe)
*MTV and all other things associated with p diddy
*every hot guy in the world who is not a cocky bitch!!! well i have already mentioned all hot guys (up until number 8)
*the song i am listening to
*omg i cant believe i havent said CARS yet: M3, all the Z series, ferrari modena, lamborghini gallardo and murcielago, saleen, and all them others...
and because im such an angry person, things i hate:
*most bugs
*cocky bitchy guys
*people who are dumber or shorter than me and try to push me around
*yuppies
*hippies
*the *people* in pick up trucks that drive by and honk and are very ugly
*the majority of all blondes (this means if you are my friend and blond then youre special!!!)
*sluts
*old lady sluts
*anorexic people (well i dont hate them, its just gross and sad having to look at them)
*my radio when it doesnt get reception
*biased jerks who think everyone in california should be a democrat (come on, variety, people!)
*people who only buy organic food
*little blonde trophy wives in huge suburbans that get 10 miles per gallon and could hold 8 kids when they have 3 kids and stop at a green light cuz theyre obviously talking about something very important on their fucking cell phone like maybe when theyre getting their next manicure or giving orders to their au pair about their retarded formula-babies that spend their whole lives in front of the tvs or being presented new toys so that they never have to use their mind or imagination for even one second of the day and they have stupid golden retrievers that need to be taken to a doggie salon all the time so their coats can stay nice and shiny and they never have to be on leash when they are taken on walks because theyre so SPECIAL and it doesn matter if they dump a fat smelly load in the middle of the path because theyre so fucking SPECIAL!!!!
*i think i may have run out of stuff for a while now... ahhh that feels good. oh wait.
*my stupid uncle and his crack-baby-factory bitch
THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!
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2003 15 August :: 8.00pm
:: Mood: irritated
:: Music: deftones- minerva
ahhh i love that song and i have no clue what he's saying...
back from drivers ed. my mom picked me up, 2 hours earlier than was planned, with a happy little "welcome back" fight. she was practically yelling before i even got in the car. dont wanna talk about it. ergggh.
my birds are spazzing for no apparent reason. i hate them. isnt the definition of a pet something that is TAME and SWEET and LOVING. well if it isnt it should be. and ditto for boyfriends cept adding in HOT. what am i talking about? grrrrrr
i need to go beat up my cat or something. and hey dont think he doesnt deserve it or anything, hes the most annoying thing on 4 legs other than that dog who barks in the middle of the night. he was on the roof and whining. so i opened the window for him to come in. then he walks away from the window and sits on the edge of the roof whining his annoying head off. damn why does he have to be so cute?
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
maybe ill just tear apart newspapers or something.
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2003 12 August :: 1.49pm
:: Mood: jubilant
:: Music: queens of the stone age- go with the flow
does jubiliant mean happy?
She said 'i'll throw myself away,
They're just photos after all'
I can't make you hang around.
I can't wash you off my skin.
Outside the frame, is what we're leaving out
You won't remember anyway
I can go with the flow
But don't say it doesn't matter anymore
I can go with the flow
Do you believe it in your head?
It's so safe to play along
Little soldiers in a row
Falling in and out of love
With something sweet to throw away.
But I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live.
I want a new mistake, lose is more than hesitate.
Do you believe it in your head?
I can go with the flow
But don't say it doesn't matter anymore
I can go with the flow
Do you believe it in your head?
ok new subject: i am explaining the colin f. thing. first of all, i will tell you off the bat so you can just get it over with and kill me now: i dont think hes hot. hes pretty, just not scalding hot.
now that thats over with and you are thinking of yelling at me, i will explain what i have been saying to you (lizzie) for a couple days.
first of all he is black irish, like my dad (and therefore me). this does not mean he is black. black irish were the people who came from spain and settled in ireland, and eventually screwed around with the irish but still ended up with dark hair (instead of being blonde and blue eyed). now going into the black irish thing, he has a small nose but if youve noticed in a movie when hes like being all dramatic and shit and breathing heavy that his nostrils flare like mad. my nose isnt small (thanks italians) but my nostrils also very flareable (lol). my dad said people use to say he had a black nose cuz of his nostrils flaring like crazy. he could flare on command too, and same here. also, he has a widows peak, which is like some recessive gene sort of thing that i got from my dad. so its a black irish thing.
now i will also state some very random things that dont really make any point but hey whatever: he is pale, his face is kinda squareish (i think?) and he acts like he has ADD. yeah so thats not genetic maybe, but geez you should have seen him on TRL. he kept on staring all over the place: wall, window, ceiling, audience, window, floor, other wall, ceiling, floor, etc. and he was fidjeting like mad too.
there i proved it, im his twin.
yeah so theres really no point to saying that its just funny have some things in common with someone else.
ok, you dont have to believe me.
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2003 12 August :: 1.00pm
:: Mood: full
:: Music: queens of the stone age- millionaire
right now im eating gelato and watching tractor things tear apart my driveway. actually not as exciting as youd think. i have to go running soon, damn.
well today i went to stonestown in sf and spent an hour just in Guess. of course Guess is the best thing there. they had so much stuff on sale yay! the lady there was really pissy though and i wished i could have ordered her around more and bitched at her. i should have been like "o, could you get this skirt in denim also and in sizes 26, 27, and 28?" or "ew, i dont like this dressing room, look at all the hair on the ground, ew thats so not mine!" (probably would be). well i didnt punish her for being a bitch, but i did get her to open a dressing room twice for me. the whole time she was scowling. or maybe her face is naturally that way.
well i got a pair of jeans (finally) from the clearance section that were length 33 (dont ask me what that means- just longer than regular) and they were $30 off the original price. so they were like, slightly more than normal costing for jeans. and cheap for guess. i also got a pair of shorts, and a couple shirts that were on sale. when i was at the counter, about to leave, this other lady who worked there and had just showed up pointed out to me that there was some international modeling contest sponsored by guess watches and elle something. you have to be 18. do i look 18? well i guess i just look like a guess model (definitely- my hair is greasy and frizzed out, and my concealer isnt doing too good of a job today). i wish i could be a guess model, if i could ever control my hair enough. i think im tall enough.
speaking of height, i was near the front of the store and bitchlady when this miniature asian chick walked in and was looking around at jeans. she must have been 4 feet tall. so bitchlady walks up to her and goes "just so you know, those jeans over there *points* come in regular and short". ouch. very bitchlady.
woah way too many construction workers outside, i hope they dont see me. i wish i had tinted windows. HOLY SHIT the guy who was sitting in the truck just came out with a cigarette in his mouth and probably like 62 hamburgers in his stomach. honestly he looks like he could be pregnant with octuplets. several sets of them.
i am sick and tired of damn smokers. i saw some rattyass panhandler coming back through san francisco smoking. so he wants us to give him money, as if the city hasnt already put millions into shelters, so he can go out and buy packs of cigarettes. yeah heres some advice to you im-too-lazy-to-go-live-in-the-shelter bums out there. if you want people to give you money, give them the impression that it is actually needed for stuff like food, clothing, etc. in other words, dont sit there with a cigarrette, joint, or beer bottle in your mouth.
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2003 12 August :: 10.54am
:: Mood: evil. absolutely evil.
:: Music: cant stop wont stop (cuz im on a roll here!)
ok this is my 3rd post tonight...
www.800exhaust.org is my ticket to a better night's sleep (lol sleep train.)
let me explain my evil plan:
well an unnamed complete-stranger-who-i do-not-know who lives near my house has several cars. all annoying. but one in particular, is a disaster waiting to happen.
you can hear it, you can smell it, and then you can see it. its some old piece of shit he fixed up (yeah nice job, *******). every night around 10 or 11 he comes home with his turdmobile, revving the engine like there is no tomorrow just to get up the frickin street. it pisses me off. especially since they are our pissiest neighbors, who complain about my dog BARKING at STRANGERS WALKING UP THE STREET during the DAY. last time my dad was home and he heard the car screeching along he pointed out "so our dog's annoying, huh?"
well yesterday i was sitting by the window enjoying the peaceful afternoon breeze when "PPPPRRRTTTPUTPUTPUTPUTPUTSCCREEEECHPRRRRRRRRPRPRPRPRPRPRPPUTPUTPUTSCREECH!!!" comes up the street. my mom and i look out the window and recoil in horror as the idiot-on-shit-on-wheels turns into his driveway and clouds of exhaust curl out around the car. so i got to thinking.
driving back from northgate later that day, i saw posters that said "SAVE YOUR BREATH! report smoking vehicles" so then i really got to thinking
so i went to their website and printed out a form. all i have to do is get *******'s license plate # and i might just be getting more sleep at night. until he buys an 18-wheeler or something.
btw this is a reminder that tomorrow i have to explain how i am colin farrell (no really... i am, youll see!)
god i need sleep. its people like lizzie who egg me on and keep me writing in this damn journal.
"wow that was exciting AND informative"
thanks liz!
buon notte
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2003 12 August :: 1.17am
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: audioslave- cochise
"Before they were saying I was too skinny and now I've got hips," she said. "I have no problem with it - it's part of my Latina side, but what are my girl fans supposed to think when I'm being slammed for having a little bit of thigh?"
umm, sorry christina uglyera, hips are actually bones- a part of your skeletal structure- and can not be formed by sitting on the couch, eating twinkies, and watching porno for ideas for your next video.
YES, I AM AGGRAVATED AND I AM GOING TO YELL AT MY COMPUTER SCREEN FOR THE NEXT FEW MINUTES (and type it) SO JUST SIT PUT UNTIL THE ANGER BUS HAS COME TO A COMPLETE STOP.
my name is austin. i am a girl. a lot of the time when i try on jeans, they fit perfectly except for the hip area. is this because i am a fatass? no. actually, there isnt that much fat bulging out over the tops of the jeans. so why, you may ask, do they not fit? this is because of my skeletal structure; i have hips.
my mom is not skinny, but she does not have hips. i cant borrow pants from her because i have hips. this does not make me fat.
now maybe christina is right, maybe her bones did grow. this is possible. girls usually get hips when they are teenagers, when they go through puberty (hate that word but im tryin to be scientific here.) oh wait, is christina a teenager? oh actually, she is in her 20s i believe. so how did her hip bones expand? the answer: they didnt.
what she may be calling "hips" is really just hunks of fat hanging off of her sides, and "latina"ness is not an excuse from suddenly bloating into a hippo. id say all her pigging out has finally caught up with her.
also, since when has she become latina? oh thats right, like, a year ago. before that she was anglo-saxon, blonde hair and blue eyes, no blobs of fat hanging off her, and WHITE skin. i mean paler than mine. and i have to say, on her first album, which i actually bought way back then, i thought she looked pretty.
but now she's changed her family tree and become "Latina". so suddenly her skin became naturally 10 shades darker to a nice crispy brown, and her skeletal structure has changed. but of course its her DNA, you know, from like, her latina ancestors! oh yes.
then her definition of latina must be:
Lazy
Ass
That
Is
Never
Adult
so since shes still growing, i wonder what race she will become next? oh god that reminds me of that video where she's trying to be "ghetto" and her HIDEOUS purple shorts. she died her hair black, next shell probably dye her skin. to get in touch with her "black side".
so goodbye latina, soon shell be christina blackilera. then maybe chinese.
i just dont want her comparing herself to someone like me, saying she has "hips", cuz i am not a fatass.
take that- take that- take that (lol diddy style)
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2003 12 August :: 9.52am
:: Mood: ecstatic
:: Music: the roots- the seed
go here: http://maddox.xmission.com/cop_movie.html
that website is hysterical
that song is good
hm what else?
oh yes, today i ran for a full 32 minutes without stopping! excelente! but i completely flattened a poor little baby lizard. i picked him up just to check and be sure i didnt need to relieve him of his pain, but he was out in a second. i think his guts were coming out of his mouth but he was so small i couldnt tell. poor baby. by the way, the same thing happened last year. except that was with two, and i killed one of them, so then the other one ran off wondering "where did matt go?" or something sad like that. my feet and baby lizards dont get along, which is really sad.
deftones and audioslave are realy good. i love them.
speaking of idolization, SCHWARZENEGGER IS MY HERO! YES I MEAN HERO!!!!
more on that later, im running out of energy
"hick? redneck my ass"
yes ive been talking to people out of state again. i cant remember what state but arkansas maybe, somewhere republican anyway. ahhhhhh. sorry but its hard being extinct.
that brings up mr terminator again. well see i think that some ppl should be a little more open minded and vote for whoever they like most, aka ppl who havent already caused an energy crisis and gotten the state into debt. gray davis would have never been able to screw up any other state after his first term. only california, where people decided "oh yeah what energy crisis? hes a democrat, so i should vote for him!"
stupid parties. im not a republican cuz of like, some handbook that explains the differences between the parties and what it means to be a whatever. not that there is such thing. im a republican cuz my parents are and hey, someones got to be. imagine if everyone in california was the same.
someones got to be republican. someone like arnold.
there i said it, now kill me.
ps. i went to the farmers market on sunday and got a caterpillar from a lady who sells them there. the lady picked up the plastic cup and was like "ahh yes, thats... josephine" and i laughed cuz obviously she just made that up. but i think its a good name, cept i call her senorita josefinita cuz monarch butterflies migrate up from mexico. well i really envy her cuz all she does is eat. and sometimes she goes into a coma and doesnt do anything. what a life.
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2003 10 August :: 8.27pm
:: Mood: drained
:: Music: dust in the wind (its live 105's fault)
ughhh
all we are is dust in the wind...
everything is dust in the wind...
its stuck in my head now and everytime live 105 is on and the song comes on my mom yells at me. she says she heard too much of it way back then.
today i spent a lot of time watching tv. i watched terminator, clueless, the obournes, and some show about people who live in trains. they dont move anymore, though.
and so the tv has drained all my energy. omg i might get to sleep before 11 tonight, woohoo! i mean woohu! lol
lizzie ure back! yaaayyy! call me!
also when i was flipping through channels aimlessly i saw the old snl skit on jlo and p diddy seeing a counseler and dashed to the vcr, put in my dad's old tape (it was just there) and taped the remaining couple minutes of it. it was really dissing them, but it was funny, so whatever. jlo breathes in through her nose and out of her ass. and diddy's wearing this HUGE white fur coat. and theres all these guns hidden in it. and when they leave the counselers office there are shots, and then they come back in and say "uh theres two guys lying out there, uh, i dunno what happened, it was just like, bang! and i dunno..."
im bored
tv sucks, theres never anything good on. well there is but not today.
damnit tomorrow i have to run again (today was my vaca)
(tion)
good night
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2003 7 August :: 8.56am
:: Mood: naughty
:: Music: put that woman first (great song)
i almost said "giddy" for my mood but you'll see, ill explain it . . . . . .
running today was pigeon shit (merda di piccione). but after that i got a section of chemistry done (i read through it, didnt take in anything, and gave up) and spaced out a lot. then i remembered i taped an old and new episode of south park last night. and it turns out the tape ran out so i guess i will never know if kenny died or not from his terminal illness (lol). but i didnt get to see any of the new one which pissed me off. so i rewound it to find out what was taking up all the room on the tape. oh right, that bunch of VH1 shit about pop clture icons. well i taped it cuz i heard howard stern complaining cuz p diddy was 35, and he was 50 something. btw, i meant numbers but their ages are around there too... hehehe. well it was very flattering, i mean they didnt talk about him carrying guns around, remember that new years party thing? (snl didnt a reeeaally funny skit on that, he and jlo were going to counseling and he kept on accidentally pulling guns out of jacket) well anyway there was a really cute picture that i thought looked very mushroomdiddyish until i got the yearbook out and paused it. but thats just cuz the pause button made it all fuzzy. well sharon osbourne is awesome cuz she said she loved him and called him "handsome, dangerous, and naughty" which is funny coming out of a middleaged woman with a british accent. i love her, i wish she was my mom!
i wasted so much time today i have nothing to talk about. i guess i can just stare blankly at the computer now...
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2003 6 May :: 9.46am
:: Mood: sore
:: Music: i need a girl pt. 2 (lol but i need a guy!)
i saw the worlds most gorgeous guy ever at united. he should enter the "hottest bag boy in america" contest except there isnt one. he had a buzz which was actually really nce cuz it made his eyes stand out and he had the most gorgeous eyes. he looked like orlando bloom with different hair.
excuse me for a second...
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
okay, moving on. i tried a intro to yoga class. i nearly killed myself. ive decided i am as stiff as a board and im not gonna do anything about it. oh and it was really weird too, of course, she had on the moaning music and had us end up with an "ohm" which she explained gave our appreciation to all the creatures in the universe and how they were created... dont ask me. and one pose was the "happy baby pose" which is like an upside down crouching tiger. well its hard to describe, but basically you are on your back with your legs bent and spread apart. sounds really, uh, nice huh? well i was the youngest person there and the old ladies were kicking ass... i mean they were so much better than me. i was dripping with sweat all over. ick. whatever.
oh interesting news. i read in the paper that nutella is not gonna renew their contract with kobe. which ends in jan. 2004 so its not a big deal anyway. but really, hes been in a lot of deep shit lately and now hes being taken off the nuttella jar... OUCH.
oh and speaking of the newspaper i am UP TO HERE WITH THOSE FUCKING SO CALLED INDIANS. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE POOR INNOCENT INDIANS WITH NAMES LIKE RUNNING DEER WHO HAD THEIR LAND TAKEN AWAY AND LOVED NATURE AND WERE SAD? now all they do is build casinos on nature preserves? isnt that like, the opposite?!
keep in mind, i am talking about THOSE indians, not all indians. i do not like to be racist. if THOSE indians are killing endangered species and refusing to get normal jobs (honestly... why?) then i will talk bad about THOSE indians. and when gross hispanic worker guys drive by in their pickups and honk at me (i think they honk at anything with long hair thats walking on two legs) then i will say that i despise all gross hispanic worker guys who drive by and honk. i love hispanics, but unfortunately i usually see the gross honking guys a lot. does that make sense? i swear im not racist.
i came up with two clubs recently: (well they dont really exist actually) the James Bond Kazoo Band and the United Stalkers of America. well the first is my brother and me humming the james bond theme on kazoos, and the second one is just a funny name i came up with. i do think id have some joiners though if it was real! lol
today i ran around the lake without stopping! it was really cool and drizzly, and i had my walkman, which was a nice combo. its 2.8 miles and it took me 30 minutes. really slow, i know, but im supposed to go slow (so i dont have to stop and cry halfway through).
lil bow wow is such a joke. out of all those women in his videos (like, 30 year olds), how many would you say actually look (down) at him and go "wow, he's hot"? id guess none. so his songs are pretty stupid- not that he wrote them: "it's really, really nice to meet ya boy
ya know i'm really feelin yo style
ya know i wanna chill with a balla so
Lets get down!"
and his voice is so high and annoying.
well good night everyone.
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2003 4 August :: 9.37am
:: Mood: mellow
:: Music: pump it up- joe budden
well of course im mellow its late...
my cozzes (cousins) were gonna come over at 4 so until then the fam decided to go to the oh-so-ritzy richmond country club. well it is a country club, but its in richmond, past the land fill and next to where the trains go by and honk...
well it was pretty neat, even tho i only saw one little part. i stood just outside the green and i was determined to chip a ball into the hole and said i wouldnt move until i did that. i actually did tho. and then we went and ate and the sandwiches are pretty good.
so this is the way my aunt works. she says she'll be over at X o clock, add 2 hours and that will be the time. so at 6 she came over and luckily my mom had guessed they would be staying for dinner so she ahd made a big thing o meatloaf. it looks like cat food, but it was OH so good. and then we went and played tennis. and then we tried picking a couple o blackberries but they really werent ripe. and eventually they left.
btw the one my age is reading this book by stephen king called "it" and its about this clown that keeps eating kids cuz its secretly like this spider thing and its brother is a turtle and at the end the turtle talks to this kid whose brother was killed and theyre talking about believeing in the tooth fairy and santa clause. yeah kinda weird...
so then i went to go watch tv and when i flipped to mtv, making the band was on and i was like YAY and p diddy had a spiffy pinstriped suit on (no clue why) and his sunglass of course and i thought wow i like his glasses. and then i wanted to play gamecube shit and it turns out my brother deleted my entire file on sonic somethingeruther without asking me or even telling me. i told my mom and she was llike "oh i wonder why. just dont yell at him. maybe i can ask him."
if you lived in my house you would understadn what bullshit that is. if i destroyed something of brent's without asking or telling, i would be out living in a garbage can in sf with arms and legs chopped off. or something like that. she was making foodstuffs when he came down so she just asked why and he said he didnt know and she changed the subject. damn i really need a punching bag. or a voodoo doll. hey i think ill make one someday, theres plenty of hairs lying around in this house. lets see, i can punish my mom, brother, dog, cat, birds (feathers would work right?), but not my dad cuz if he shed as much as everyone else in the family he would have been bald long ago. anyway, im pissed. ill bring it up tomorrow. in fact, ill make a deal with the evil little guy sitting on my shoulder (ya know how in cartoons theres an angel and a devil? ya know?). i will give my mom 48 hours to do something about what my brother did. after that, im taking matters into my own hands, and things will get pretty ugly. yeah i mean like, destroying his stuff ugly. after all he did that to me, and if his mom wont punish him, someones gotta.
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i dont understand any of this but it sounds good in the song:
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous!
heeheehee
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2003 1 August :: 11.14pm
:: Mood: moody
:: Music: something by eminem where he screams at his mom... but im listening to lil kim
SOMEBODY SHOOT ME
my mom is schizophrenic, so basically the part of her i am describing today is not "mom" but "psycho bitch from hell". well today was the first day the whole summer i had nowhere to go... ahhh television. and violin and the usual hygenic torture (yes, when you are pushed around as much as i have been this summer, you become enemies with your face, teeth, and hair and it gets very annoying having to take care of them.)
so anyway, the tv was really just another excuse for my mom to scream at me. and when she transforms out of her "mom" form, it affects my mood... i dont really come across as cheery.
pbfh: "well, you know, austin, it really doesnt seem like you get a lot out of the days this summer you spend doing nothing"
me: "you mean DAY"
pbfh: "okay, the day you did nothing"
later, when she was making dinner, she ordered me to play violin. i told her i wold play in 15 minutes. i said what was the point, and she said just because SHE SAID SO or she wouldn take me to northgate to get the clothes i was going to buy several weeks ago. so i said fine, i didnt want to go anywhere with her if she was going to be so crabby, and i might as well play violin whenever the hell i wanted.
so i went and read in the hammock for 20 minutes while she spazzed around the house probably, plotting. then i practiced violin for 45 minutes. then she said i could only eat if i promised to erg after dinner. so i ate while she and dad talked about what a horrible, spoiled child i was. then i went and erged 1000 meters in under 5 minutes which is crazy for me, and i was panting like crazy but then my mom ran after me and said i didnt do 10 minutes. i explained that was because i worked REALLY HARD but of course she won and i had to do 5 more minutes while she sat there bitching at me (which makes exercise REALLY, REALLY DIFFICULT).
then of course i finished and went inside, and she started yelling at me after i said my brother didnt ever have to do anything. going "he really tried hard in tamalpa". she forced me to do it and i did it despite my extremely weak lungs. it was hard but i did it. and now she wont even give me credit for that. for ____'s sake, if i climbed mount everest she would probably complain about how fast i did it.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
well on the bright side, i did get a lot of tv in (finally) and assuming i saw about 20 minutes... p diddy was in 20% of them. do the math. thats good. although really he just dances around in circles behind whoevers singing. but it counts.
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