Hello Mother Leopard. I have your cub. You must protect her. But that will be expensive. Ten thousand cola-nuts, wrapped in brown paper, midnight, behind the box. I’ll be the hyena, you’ll see.
This past weekend I went to Las Vegas. Rather than drive a good 8 hours or so, we decided to fly because my mom received some sort of discount because of a previous botched flight or something. This was my first time ever in a plane, so I didn’t really know what to expect. As I sat in the plane staring out at the wing while still on the ground, I pictured myself having an anxiety attack and flipping out, or getting extremely nauseous and ralphing all over. Though I didn’t expect I’d do either, it was fun to just picture it happening. It was a small 40 passenger plane so the take off was shaky but other than that I was completely enraptured by the whole experience. My face was plastered against the window the whole time. I was just absolutely fascinated by the landscape and the relationship between certain landmarks to one another. And although the first flight only lasted about 40 minutes, I loved the experience. The second flight wasn’t as enjoyable because we were in a much larger plane, which meant we were much higher up and there were hills of clouds consuming the Los Angeles area and I couldn’t see much. And once we were away from the clouds all that was left from there to Vegas was barren, boring desert. But my only complaint about the whole experience was the small ass windows. But I have a new found appreciation for the world after taking that flight. There is an untapped beauty out there and it interests the hell out of me, seriously. I have a new ambition; to fly over the Great Lakes and experience the awe of those massive beasts.
Vegas itself was pretty interesting. Seeing people actually walk around with open cans or bottles or whatever of alcohol and having stacks of trading card-like things with naked prostitutes on them handed to you at every traffic light was certainly interesting. I’m not much of a gambling man. After losing about 5 dollars I’m pretty much done, I just don’t have the patience or optimism to sit there and continue to lose money while hoping to win big. Other than that, it was an exciting experience, definitely tiring though.
The plane ride home: I came home a day earlier than my mom because of school so I was on the plane by myself. I’m sitting there eyeing everyone who walks down the aisle wondering which one will be sitting next to, hoping its not someone smelly or something equally uncomfortable. This girl sits next to me… er.. more like a woman, she was 26. And she starts out by jokingly saying that my knee better not cross over to her side, then quickly says just kidding and pats my thigh. For those who know me, I’m extremely shy at first and something like this is a little much for me. So she continues talking to me and asking all sorts of questions and we end up discovering we have similar tastes in music and an affinity for tattoos. Then the stewardess walks up and this woman (Andrea) buys both of us a beer… at 9 in the morning! Crazy. Anyways, by the end of the flight she’s produced a plethora of sexual innuendos, has suggested we go back to Vegas to get married and expressed disappointment that we weren’t able to join the Mile High Club. She even asked for my number and gave me hers, in case I ever play a show in the Huntington Beach area I’m supposed to call her or she will hunt me down. So yeah, as a first time flying experience (I’ve used that word far too many times in this entry, I feel terrible) that was quite surprising.

-Ethan Shall Sing-

"Trust In Meeeee"
It's been raining a lot in California lately. I was down in Rancho Cucamonga for Kevin's 21st last weekend and it hailed and rained and the streets flooded and here the combination of wind and rain has been insane. Although being in it (especially when you're trying to get gas) can be pretty annoying, but just witnessing it is truely amazing to me. Laura and I were talking about this earlier and its like nature is saying "what up now suckas" We as humans think we're a badass dominating species yet on days like this we are put in our place, and I think its wonderful. I was driving to school and I watched as the traffic lights swayed in the wind and I just thought, just a little more and that thing is going down. We are weak and I love it.

I feel like watching Winnie the Pooh now. "And the rain rain rain falls down down down"

Treatment for the loss of so many years
If someone had come to me a few years ago and told me that I’d be in a band with the likes of Kyle Lawler I would never have believed them. For as long as I’ve known him he’s been the best guitarist in my opinion, and now I’m in a band with him. Sometimes the reality of it hits me and I just well up with so much amazement and emotion. When we’re at practice and we’re not playing our set, but trying to come up with new songs or riffs I’ll sit back while he experiments and I’ll watch him. How quick and agile his fingers are just astonishes me and how he contorts his fingers to hit clever notes, I just have to take a step back. I am so honored to be a part of his art. Not to diminish the talent of the rest of the band, they are all extremely gifted in their own respects, but I just have such an awesome respect for Kyle.
Well with all that said, we had a show last night and it went wonderfully. I was called on Friday night and asked to play at the last minute because a band scheduled to play bailed. We played in the downtown city park gazebo which to me seemed an extremely odd place to play. In the spring and such they have gentle folk bands who play there so I think last night was a culture shock for the Paso Robles conservatives. At first we were slated as the opening act, which was a downer but you take what you can get. Then we talked to one of the other bands and it was going to be their very first show and they were a little insecure about playing last. And the second band was a group from Louisiana who was on tour and I think they wanted to be packed and ready to leave. So we played last, which ended up being awesome because we dominated. Seriously we rocked it. Gawd, I probably sound like a cocky bastard, but no joke. We had the crowd really moving. The mosh pit was gettin’ crazy and the security guard had to step in at one point. As Cities Burn, the Louisiana band, was really surprised that it was only our third show and asked why we weren’t touring. I didn’t tense up AT ALL, not once. I was so happy about that. I even stared people in the eyes at the show, I had so much confidence up there. It was a wonderful night, I feel like everything is right. And when I woke up I heard my mom on the phone talking about the show cuz she went and I overheard her saying something about me being such a shy and soft spoken person but when I’m up there I’m something else. I am proud and honored to be a part of something so wonderful and I thank the people who have supported me and helped me throughout.

Fuck tomorrow

Welly Welly, I haven't written in this mofo for eons. Well we played a show last night. It was fun. I am getting better at playing live. My hand didn't cramp as much and I didn't let the crowd get into my head and make me nervous. But my back and neck hurt today, cuz I rocked out like a true bastardly rock star. We played at some girl's party with a couple other local bands and it was a pretty fun night for the most part. At first I was a little bummed that we had to play first but then realized that its better because if cops come and break it up we wouldn't be able to play and last night right when the last band was about to play the power went out. haha, that sucks. The veteran band Endothrot really liked us and complimented us, great ego boost. A downside was that we played in a dingy, dirty ol' basement with yellow spiderwebs spread across the ceiling and cat shit in the corner. And the fact that 90% of the people there were smoking cigs made me feel like I had smoked twenty packs by the end of the night. Seriously, my lungs felt like they were gonna burst. And being that we were in a basement with no ventilation, besides a single door, didn't help. And y'know, being that it was a party... ok, there is going to drinking obviously. But Matt works at 10pm as a loader for Wal-Mart and he was so extremely drunk and high. Apparently he called into work and told them he'd be a little late, but at like 9:30 he was still double-fisting (holding an open beer can in each hand for those of you who don't know) But whatev, its his life, we can't be his babysitters. Except for the fact that it affects us. Because if he loses his job he won't be able to buy better equipment and he'll be even further away from getting his own car, cuz we have to cart his ass around. And on our way out to bring our stuff back out to my dad's we drove by a gas station and apparently JJ had been pulled over and was undergoing a DUI test. GREAT! He was pretty hammered too. So hopefully he passed because otherwise we'll be without a singer for awhile because he lives in SLO and we practice in Paso, so he won't have transportation. Irresponsibility.... tisk tisk tisk.

Back as far as I can remember, whenever I'd have dreams about running or fighting, things wouldn't go so well. While trying to run my feet just wouldn't have any grip at all and it was if I was running on ice, I simply would not go anywhere, and whatever or whoever was after me would get me. And as far as fighting goes I'd be in slow motion while my opponent was moving regularly. And my punches would be so slow and without any force that my fist would just go limp against their face. I'm sure some of you have experienced either of these once or twice. But about a year ago my dreams had some sort of strange breakthrough. Now everytime I have a fighting dream I seriously kick ass. If you've read my previous dream entries you can see it's evident. But seriously, I had some fighting dreams where I wake up seriously impressed. Its like ninja stuff, I'm all swift and agile, crazy stuff. Now here's what really boggles me. Whenever I have dreams where I have to run, honestly, I turn into a tiger. EVERYTIME! It's happened more than once. And in the dream there is a lot of emphasis on my claws digging into the ground and pushing myself off. Its so weird, but honestly, I kick ass now and I turn into a tiger to run, its madness I tell ya.

Zach
Zach is the man, seriously. He is the wittiest mofo this side of the Prime Meridian. He comes up with the most classical-ist things ever. I love you man, you're a good guy.

Joe: "Call Tim and ask him to pick you up some nachos"
Zach: "Tim's gonna be soooo pissed"

Why is cheating bad?:	Who says its bad??!! JUST KIDDING!
Why are skittles good?:	Who says they’re good??!! JUST KIDDING! Actually they are too hard sometimes and ache the jaw after a bag.
Why are Penguins the cutest thing alive?:	Because they breed Penguitties
Why do people cheat?:	Because penises and vaginas sometimes take over the function of the brain.
Are you a tiger or kitty in bed?:	Tony the Tiger is what they call me! I’m GRRRRRREAT!!!!!
Have you ever been cheated on?:	I dunno… I have a feeling I have, but its never been proven
Have you ever cheated on someone you said you loved?:	Nunca
What sport(s) do you play?:	Nada
Are they fun?:	Yep!!
Did Courtney Love kill Kurt Cobain?:	Nope, Dave Grohl did, so he could start Foo Fighters
Why do you think its true or not true?:	Cuz Foo Fighters is doing well
Why is Laura the coolest Cat alive?:	Just look at her.
Does Laura have 9 lives?:	27
Do you have any pets?:	Charlie, a bird
What kinds (if you do) or if you dont what kinds do you want?:	I want a warm fuzzy
Would you rather be eaten by a shark or thrown up by a snake?:	Hahaha wouldn’t the shark thing mean you’re dead, while the snake mean you’re saved because he'd spit you up.
Would you a bucket of worms for $500?:	“Pry” not
Do I smell bad?:	I dunno… let me smell
What do I smell like?:	I said LET ME SMELL!
What do you want me to smell like?:	Me.. after cuddling
Is Laura really Kurt Cobain reincarnated? (lol):	Pry
Do you believe in Carma?:	I believe I do. I got my car stolen… but then I got nice band equipment and a newer car.
Do you think you have good or bad Carma?:	Good, cuz I don’t do bad things
Do I have a big butt?:	Its absolutely yummy
If you could be a washable marker what one would you be and why?:	BLEW!
What kind of Crayon are you?:	BLEW!
Snickers or a Milkyway?:	Milky Way! …. You pervina Erin
Peanuts or Almonds?:	Peanuts... especially Pig Pen
Hershy Kisses or Hershy Hugs?:	Hershy Hugs
Cherry Coke or Wild Cherry Pepsi:	Wild Cherry Pepsi! Cuz I’m wild WOOO! whatev
Pizza Hut or Little Ceasers?:	Little Ceasars, cuz I haven’t been there in eons! I don’t see them around anymore
Penis or Testies?:	I prefer penises
Tattoos or No Tattoos:	Tats. I’m so best with all mine.
Curve for Men or Crave for Men?:	I…. Don’t….Know…..
Tounge Ring or Lip Ring?:	Lip I suppose, considering I’ve already had my tongue
Penguins or Penguitties?:	Penguitties!
Soooo like I was saying before.... Dumper or Dumpee?:	Dumper.. aww that’s sad
How long was your last relationship?:	4 days under a year
Are you in a relationship now?:	Always, I'm such a playa.. yeah thats right, I'm a beach in spanish
With who?:	Erin, Marie, and Scott
Why are you with them?:	Cuz they are all sexy and sweet and wonderful
Have you had sex with them yet?:	Nah uh
Do you want too?:	mmmmmmhmmmmmm
Do they turn you on?:	Like no other
Why was this survey made up of randomness?:	Cuz someone has too much time on their hands.. jk!
Am I a good person?:	Fo’ sho’
Why?:	You like art, photography, me, good movies and good music.
Do you think I would be a good kisser?:	Lets hope ;)
Am I nice to you?:	Sometimes… just kidding! You’re a sweetheart!
If not... why?:	n/a
Why do mean people suck?:	Cuz I’m not one of them, and anyone who’s not me sucks
Why does SUBLIME TOTALLY KICK ASS?:	I don’t really like Sublime
What is your favorite Sublime song?:	*see above
OK I am done now are you happy?:	Neither happy nor sad… just blah.
Why?:	Why what?
Say something nice about me (PPPPPPLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEE):	You’re a sweetie and you make me smile all the time.
Gosh they are making me do these last 3 questions!:	……….
Say whatever you want...:	Chicken Sandwich
Really I dont care whatever you want!:	Zach poses like a model when he’s not even thinking about it
DAMNIT I SAID ANYTHING YOU WANT!:	I want Erin!

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Yet another
I was in my house and I was stacking all sorts of boxes and such creating a barrier in the doorway of the back door which reached about chest level. I had a long, thick rainstick-like staff in my hands as I stood there waiting for an onslaught of men coming after whomever else was in the house. I was their protector. As they approached I’d smack them with the butt end of the stick in their faces knocking them back. But more and more would just keep coming, breaking through the barrier. There were screams from my protectees as a few of them made their way through. I dropped my stick and grabbed the jagged eight inch bread cutting knife from the drawer, clutched one of their heads in between my bent arm and felt each rivet in the blade slice through the skin in the flesh of his neck. I could feel the resistance followed by the soft sinking of the blade feeding into it. Releasing the lifeless body, letting it slump to the ground I grabbed the other intruder by the collar and operated the same procedure on him. I wasn’t afraid, I didn’t hesitate, I just reacted. And it seemed like after they were dead, the onslaught dispersed. I grabbed each by the waist of their pants and carried them outside and flung them up into a tree with ease. I think I was aiming for the big canyon in the back of my house, but they were so light they just flew into the tree branches. As the branch’s fingers caught the bodies with ease I noticed about three others coming down the hill from the road and I ran inside and got ready… then woke up.

YYYYYEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
I got a 3.7 and made Dean's Honors. Now to only apply it.....

PENT
I feel emotionally pent up. I realized this tonight when I got teary eyed during the end of The Fifth Element when Leeloo was dying and she needed Korban to tell her why the planet and mainly why he needed her... because of love. And I got teary at the end of Van Wilder when his dad comes to congratulate him on graduating. So yeah, I'm pent up. I need to go cry or laugh really hard or just something... I dunno, this sucks.

Shit
shit (shit) n., v., shit or shat, shitting. Vulgar Slang 1. excrement; feces 2.
an act of defecating; evacuation. 3. the shits, diarrhea. 4. lies, exaggeration, or nonsense. 5. something inferior or worthless. 6. anything at all; the least thing (usu. used in the negative) He doesn’t know shit 7. a mean, contemptible person. 8. narcotic drugs, esp. heroin or marijuana. 9. possessions; stuff. 10. to defecate 11. to exaggerate or lie to 12. (used to express disgust, disappointment, or the like) 13. get one’s shit together, to get organized; pull oneself together.


-My Favorite is #6- Anything at all.. hahaha

I just find it funny how much effort the people in the dictionary business put into researching this word.