The 4 day saga.

Today, I will write about what I did since Thursday morn. Lets begin!


Thursday: So I'm at home. Watching my brothers. I get a call from my cousin. Following conversation ensues.

Me:Yo.
Him: Are you going today? (There was a show that i wanted to go to for 2 months, but didn't have the money.)
Me: No, no cash.
Him: Awww.. youre fuckin up.
Me: (blah blah)
Him: (blah blah)

And we hang up.

He calls me a few minutes later.

Him: how much money do you have?
Me: like 15 bucks. (show was 25)
Him: ill spot.

Fuck yeah!

So me, my brother, my 2 cousins, my cousins girlfriend, and his 2 friends get in a car, and we trek it to downtown LA. Quite the mission from Valencia, if ya ask me. We stock up on Arizona Green Tea (the shit) and McDonalds (shit) and sit in a car for a while. We get there, and its a LOOOOONG line to wait. Went around the block n stuff. So me and my brother go to buy our tickets, and wait in line. Sweet.

We get in about half an hour later. We find a good spot, and me and my cousins from whos name I can't remember find a better spot in front of the stage in the pit. First band up, A Skylit Drive. I got to see Jag. Hes got long hair. They played an OK set. They didn't play my favorite songs by them, so I was kinda let down. Alot of people didn't know them. Shame.

Next band was Alesana. Holy fucking christ they are amazing live. I was in the pit for them too. They started of with this. Amazing. Gdamn. They usually wear all black. This time, they decided to surprise everyone and wear white. An amazing amazing set. The pit was insane. Alesana is who I wanna be like.

Escape the Fate. My my my. What can I say? Robert Ortiz (the drummer) came out with a pimp robe and a diamond studded cup. Looks a lot like Slash, eh? Played a good set, didn't play This War is Ours though. I fucking love that song. During the Guillotine, some BIG guy hit me, and got a black eye. Pictures at the end.

Oh my fucking god Silverstein. They were just amazing. Isn't it great when a band from Canada comes to LA, has an amazing show, not only with a bigger sound than the other bands before, but with sick lights too? Holy crap they were the band that made it worth my money. This was their set closer. Imagine that, but better. I didn't expect them to be THAT good.

Chiodos closed the show. Not much to write. They were just as good as Silverstein. Sick. Sick. Sick. But I liked Silverstein better only because I knew their songs.

So that was Thursday. Fucking awesome.

Friday-Saturday: Dont remember.

Sunday: Dont remember. I make french toast. Pics are to ensue NOW! eventually. Camera just broke.

-End.

Wednesday mornin' blues.

Its Wednesday morning. No school. No phone. No car. Void of alot of things, lately. Its left me with a slight depression. Narcissism isn't a fun thing when you have no one to exploit it with. Not fun at all. A few people is all I need. That would be great. But the people I talk to in person I see twice a week. And for about 2 minutes a day. Then I come home to nothing. Go to nothing, come back to nothing. Oh, how I wish things would just straighten itself out.

I started playing RO again. Thats what that picture is. Its like taking crack from a crack addict and giving him heroine. Thats the gist of MMO's, isn't it? Crack to heroine. And he'll be a heroine addict until he gets crack again. Welcome to the world of drugs gaming.

Its only the morning. Ill have more to write about later.

I try to keep this to twice a week...

...but I feel this is important.

Late? Id say so.

Nothing to fucking say. I leave you with a depressing picture which seems to describe me well.

The rest of it. Wha?

So, the other day I made french toast. I must say, it was fucking awesome. How awesome? Gahshunk. That's all I have to say about it. Gah-damn-shunk. Sharks and European fiber. Where was I again? I lost my damn train of thought.

Insert: Thursday. Philosophy happened. All I can say. Pretty boring. Aside from the fact that its cold. Know that means? It's coming. Very very soon.

Friday. I think I made the french toast that day. I'm not too sure.

Saturday. Huh. Edgar got hit by a car. End day.

Today, which is Sunday. K, I won't write much about this day. Alot to write about, but I'm not in a writing mood. If you were there, shit sucked. Whatever. Never going back to the valley. Not my fault.


In closing to what may be the shittiest blog ever, I give you Justin Wong vs. Daigo. My favorite youtube video ever. Enjoy.

Boooring ass week. So far.

So world, guess what I did today. And yesterday. And the day before. Nothing, aside from ranting on guidos. Twas a very boring week, and pretty lameness too. I think I might just coughed up a lung. Here's why.

Bleh. Monday, I did nothing. Sleep, game a bit, was a bit late to english. English, is boring as ever. At least its easy, eh? Something along the lines of show up, write, listen, leave. Mindless work. What can I say? College sure is fun. Or is it? I will tell you right now, it sure beats the hell outta high school. Big time.

Tooes-day. So my mom stays home from work. Also had the greatest idea about painting the inside of the house with the windows closed. How amazing is that? Dare I say... NOT! Anywho, all them fumes got to me. It became increasingly harder to breath and all. I couldn't play under that condition. So I missed jazz. Also missed philo, had lots of engrish work to do for today. Let's fast forward till then, ya? Zoom zoom a few hours.

Wednesday, today. Wake up, make a grilled cheese sammich. Sat and did nothing for a while aside from my morning routine (checking Kotaku, mail, and other necessities). Is it good? Sorta. I think that my little brother is starting to game a lot now. Like.. he starts bugging me about going on my lappy and playing with the SNES emulator I have. Hes playing retro games. Plays a lot of Killer Instinct (c-c-c-c-combo breaker much?), Super Mario Kart, Super Mario World, and (get this)Battletoads. My little brother, pwning it up with combat amphibians. How awesome. So, thats pretty much it for this "hump" day. I've got one class tomorrow, and I wanna go out during the weekend. If you're reading this, for the love of god, call me. I need to get out of this hellhole more often.



And as a closing picture, I give you this.



-Fin.

Bi-weekly

I just turned 18. Big whoop. Wanna fight about it? Nothing special happened. I learned how to tie a tie, ate In-N-Out, bleh bleh bleh. Fun time, right? Yeah, sorta. It's been a long experience, and I've learned some things along the way, which would be the main point of this entry.

Pointing and clicking seems like an easy thing. I still do. What one sees from his/her vision is cool and all, and sometimes varies from what other people get to see every day. It's a nice escape.I don't want to see another black+white picture of a god damn lawn chair. Mmk. Next thing to whatever about.

Birthdays, oh yes. It's been a long time coming, but I feel I've certainly become wiser, it's taken a while for myself to finally open my eyes to the rest of the world. Sucks. Haha. Anywho, birthdays. I finally see them for what they are. Checkpoints to death. Go figure, eh? Cake and ice cream is all well and good, but sometimes, one needs to experience shit to truly understand shit. Shit happens. Shit. I wonder what took me so long to realize it. At least I can buy porn and tobacco now without any restraints. Neat, huh? Yeah, no.

Um, other than that, there's much more I could write about, but I feel there's no need right now. I write what I feel is important. I thought these were important right now. So nyeh. There you have it.


Also, I'll be doing game reviews on Jonas blog. Should be something to look forward to. Right? Perhaps. It was an idea that we though should be good.

And that's just about it. I hope to write twice a week, on Sundays and Wednesdays. I somehow doubt that will happen. Oh wellz.