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finding metaphors to shield my problems

looking for excuses to hide my insecurities,
bury them in crypitc nothings, 
looking at the ceiling likening myself to  smoke detectors.
im always there, often ignored,
and the one thing that turns me on, you cant shut up me about it until yoh give. e that attention.
i need you to come to me
and settle me down less i see my poison again.

i need to shift gears,
my house is a warehouse, it has no room to spare.
i had spent 5 months of pining,
it should've been one lousy night,
a sloppy unsatisfying, dick squirt.

now i need a distraction.
FUCK the SMITHS
no more blindly stumbling to blind kat
to drown the sorrow,
no more nitelyfe, 
no more cyber stalking,
but dont treat her weird,
just be adult about it.
everything is boring anyway

git dum wit mee

soundcloud.com/chineseripoff/deep-water

What I have become

A social alcoholic, 
A low key twerker,
A hopeless friend who wants to be romantically involved with this woman,
But I dont want to be a roman,
I've become a little more fiscally responsible,
I've broken my knuckle,
A shit shift leader,
A terrible lyricist; & shit trap-styler,
I've become experimental with pharamaceuticals,
I am hungering to be challenged;
I need outlets,
Cryptic fapper,
Clap trap, not it,
Nose on my finger,
Short straw safe,
Alliterate, my illiterate ways,
Enjoy company of my city's way,
High price/low standard
Of living,
Get low,
Stay high,
Be strong;
Act right.

beyonce,

I've kept my mind off you the whole day, an achievement in itself, but the more I think about our relationship, the more i treasure it. What I really want from this is a little bit of tenderness and some wisdom. You are a strong woman.

Also at what point does hanging with a girl, who you would like to stay friends with, ends up being a good friend and less of a love interest?

I might have hit the tipping point of being friend zoned. And im A-ok, with that.

And i remember every kiss

Is a lie.
I dont remember rhe girl who stole my "first kiss,"
Cant say high school i had my first kiss,
But i know i may hold people i like in high regard,
So i hope not to kiss anyone who doesnt burn me like the sun.
Im just always looking at these girls with a slight intent, but nothing more, because even girls even want men, & women only want men. 
Nothing more than semi-drunk musing, 
I wont become a man, because i dont want to be one. 

DITTO

wut x3

i really do enjoi that i can stalk my people with what they are willing to put out theere.
it's almost like they put their lives on netflix for me to access when i ever i can, because sometiems you cant check up on all your people all the time.
it took me a sad call of disparity from danny to realize, that contact with others and yourself is very important.
cause if you leave no time for yourself to make you happy, who are you?
ive been grinding in the worst way possible,
just waking up, straight to work,
and then drink after or go straight home.
i need to get out of this grind as sooon as possible and make more of my day
and make more of the time that i have.
i got a lot of it.
#EuropeanUnion #NoNewFriends #HumpSlo #Ch9 #No1EvenCurr

Control 11.30.11

i need a bit more in my life.

i need the reins in my hands,

the steering wheel used to be too slippery, but now i've got a grip.
tape me, cause im supposed to do good without much failure.
people better recognize its okay to fail if you dont know what you're supposed to do yet.
haven't got all the instructions to do it correct.
can't let my emotions lead what i do,
they should only take up trunk space in my mind.
cause seriously, fuck a backseat driver.
if you riding shotgun you're only in charge of the soundtrack,
open to opinions, but not going not take every word you say as truth.

so please please please...dont let me get what i want.
just shut up, sit down, and listen man.
i've got something to say, and pay attention, unless you're broke in the mental department.

Name:  doesnt matter
Gender: doesnt matter
Height: doesnt matter
Eye color: Boring
Hair Color: plain
Age: 21
Birthday: at the end of time
Lefty/righty/ambidextrous: wrong
Piercings:  nun
Tattoos: zilch
Zodiac Sign: cap
Ring Size:  ?
Grade:  burnout
More about you: more about nobody

Are you named after anyone? just am
Do you live in the moment? not anymore/live 4 the moment
Do you consider yourself tolerent to others? unwaveringly so.
Do you have any secrets? not really secrets anymore.
Do you hate yourself? yes, with deep intent.
Do you like your handwriting? its the worst
Do you have any bad habits? they come and go.
If you were another person, would you be friends with you? not really i would stay from me like a disease.
Any regrets? enough that i feel this life isnt worth living.
Do you think life has been good so far? in that past 5 years yes, before that, non.
Are you confident? confidence is lacking like hygiene.
How long does it take you to shower? as long as women
What color is your room? plain/white
Where do you want to attend college? formerly CCSF

Do you...?

Smoke? at a whim
Do drugs? at a whim
Drink? at a whim/when its free
Go to church? da fuck is church my du?
Sleep with stuffed animals? a long time ago
Take walks in the rain? dislike being wet
Talk to people even if you hate them? if it necessary
Drive? when i can
Believe in premarital sex? it happens when it happens
Want to get married? no
Want to go to college? not any longer.
Want to have children? none
Sing in the shower? to the best audience in the room
Get along with you parents? on the slightest of chances/ when i need things that are not necessary
Get along with your sibling/s? occasionally
Color/highlight your hair?  a few times i have
Like coffee? elixer of boredom
Wear makeup everytime you go out?  i cant even make up my mind.
Love roller coasters? its been too long
Like to cook? cant cook anything more than 4 steps

Have you ever...?

Hurt yourself? not intentionally
Been out of the country? Yes
Been in love? dont think i can 
Done drugs? i feel grass is as far as ill go. (but i am still open to experimentation)
Gone skinny dipping? Nope.
Had surgery? Not that i recall
Played strip poker? i wont even entertain the idea
Been on stage? a few times.
Pulled an all nighter? for recreational reasons/never for school
Gone one day without food? almost/but i can only go so long without food.
Slept all day? Yes, and its not its all cracked up to be.
Kissed a stranger? on the account of virtually not knowing anything other than she was a cousin's friend. yes.
Had a dream that came true? a few childish dreams.a
Broken the law? almost always everytime put the key into the ignition.
Stolen anything? nothing big.
Been on radio/tv? not that i recall.
Been in a mosh-pit? close...but still too scared to get fucked up.
Bungee jumped? too scary.
Had a dream that kept coming back? nope, i hardly dream
Gone out of state? not in a while.
Live in other states? nope, two major areas of cali doe.
Eaten an entire box of oreos? its possible, but havent finished one, yet.
Had a movie marathon? its seems impossible, but easier than life.
Spun until you were immensely dizzy? not since playground merry-go-rounds
Been on a plane? dont like the process to get in em. but they are enjoyable.
Ran into a wall? yes, if you count a bed's flat bottom, almost straight knocked out my teeth.
Been rejected by a crush?yes 
Cried in public? not that i recall.
Cried over a movie? too much for a person of my stature
Pranked called someone? who hasnt
Gotten a cavity? does this look like the profile of someone who doesnt like sweets?
Shopped at Abercrombie and Fitch? personally, no.
Broken a bone? fractured my nose, now owen wilson and i have too things in common. depression and messed up nose.
Fallen from a tree? i've fallen off my dad's shoulders and cut my head slightly.
Passed out? nope. not yet.
Been to a theme park? a healthy amount of times.
Eaten sushi? when i can get it.

This or That

Pepsi or Coke: either or. but really mexican coke is where its at.
McDonalds or BUrger King: whenever i feel like the high life. ;o
Chocolate or Vanilla: not even a question. dark chocolate
Black or White: white on black on white on black.
Burgers or Hot dogs: bacon dogs.
Boxers or briefs: Boxers
Book or magazine: mags, i dont have patience.
TV or radio: internet.
is the glass half empty or half full: im indifferent.
sun or moon: computer screen
hot or cold: swamp butt hot.
romantic comedy or thriller: ROM COM. always
waffles or pancakes: roscoe's
Florida or california: Cali
Black and white or color photos: colour, cause its so hard to not take a shitty black and white photo.
The city, the beach, OR the country: i act like a beach bum in the city.
Tennis shoes or sandals: skate shoes.
Sweet or sour: bitter
Private or public school: no school
Cappuccino or coffee: cafe au lait
English or history: english
Science or math: non

Do you believe ...?

in miracles? not anymore. more so favors
in magic? i believe in little people who steal stuff
in God? he's someone who cant do shit for me specifically.
in Satan? he's a lame fuck who's lazy
in ghosts? havent experienced anything remotely close.
in luck? Yes.
in love at first sight? nope.
in Santa? the idea.
in the Easter Bunny? not relevant.
in witches? not beyond how those harry potter kids made bank.
that it's possible to remain faithful forever? impossible through my standards.
in wishing on shooting stars? i never really think about it when i do notice em.
that cussing is a necessity in life? yes, you should be free to be as vulgar as you want.
yourself? nope. i hardly think about myself. not in a selfless kind of way, more like not important kind of way.

Love and all that

Do you consider love a mistake? never been in.
If someone you had no interest in had interest in dating you how would you? never.
Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them? its a plus.
What is worst about the opposite sex? if i cant do normal things with you
Who and when was your first crush? this deserves an lol.
First thing you notice about the opposite sex? derriere. eyes, hair and style.

Right this moment...

What are you wearing? a white T with the letter T spraypainted askewed on it in black.
What are you worried about? waking up for a shop meeting at work.
What book are you reading? attempting to finish Zooey and Franny
What time is it? 5:07 am
Are you bored? restless
Are you tired? hardly
Are you talking to anyone online or on the phone? i have no friends, just people i know.
Are you lonely or content? lone wolf 4 lyfe.
Are you listening to music, if so then what? yes, Be Comfortable, creature - Explosions in the Sky

The Last...

Dream you had: random/unimportant things
Nightmare: dont care to remember them
Time you cried: its been a long minute.
Movie you watched: fragments of "A Little Princess" with my sis and bro.
Movie you rented: ...what is renting?
Book you read: Deathly Hallows
Word you said:  up, from "i am going to be hella noisy when i wake up"
Time you laughed: when i heard little girls dreaming about sausages in the movie. and then again when me and nick were talking about a famous line we both know from childhood "that'll do pig"
Person to call you: mom
CD you played: i dont really listen to cds but an album...maybe Childish Gambino's "Camp"
Song you listened to: see earlier
annoyance: my restlessness
IM sent or received: years ago./really days
Time you yelled: at people.
Person you yelled at: not out of anger i believe. (cant remember)
time you were a skirt: last time i wasnt a boy.
time you fought with your parents: when i dont tell my mom i am going out to drink with the boys.
Time you wished on a shooting star: lulz i was going to when danny was here and bryan noticed one i noticed and said i didnt see it, so i didnt wish on it.
Thing you ate: pie with creme friche
Time you showered: this morn
Nail polish color worn: never

Your favorite:

Type of gum: used to be juicy fruit for the longest, but now im about quantity so its usually orbit sweet mint
Restaurant: i dont really go out, but back in LA...it is hands down Bollini's even though i've only been once.
Season: that LA summer
Type of weather: i can deal with ball sweat hot, but not sweat evaporating off my skin hot.
Color: grey and black
Perfume: cologne nigga, and it be some john varvatos
Candy: twix. sum dark schocolate ish. and something minty.
Pizza topping: mushrooms and olives
Fruit: the kind i dont have to peel. banana is the only exception
Veggie: spinache
Type of cake: ice cream cake any will usually do, as long its not vanilla. actually something along the lines of mint chocolate chip ice cream cake or cookies and cream
Magazine: it should be any, but i think something that can last me a while and doesnt have any disparaging ads. 
TV Show: atm, Was "party down", Arrested Development, and ze community, cartoons, are that new school-ish
Day of the week: Currently I do not have a favorite day of th eweek. It used to be Wednesday, though.
Month: May-Aug fer dat summer
Holiday: anytime i get to do nothing.
Number: 4, 7
Sport to watch:  not a sport, but skateboarding.
Flower: dont really have a favorite flower, but off the top, it would have to be orchids.

what is it that i love?

so i've been thinking, do i really have a love that's waiting for me?

or am i waiting for love to find me?

do i have anything in my life that i adore so much i can use the word "love" to describe how much i like it?

i believe i do, i dont know it, but i do love food, i love pizza, i love ice cream and i love arcades, i loved the time that hearkened back to when i didnt have any worries. playing pokemon brought me back to that point a little, but did take a toll, a toll on my sleep, another thing i love. also doing nothing and thinking. sometimes i wish i could get paid for talking, im not funny, not really likeable, not handsome, i like to pretend i'm a lot of things. and i like to pretend, i can connect to people on level somewhat more personally, but tumblr is a great big delusion for this, besides the fact for a few people. who i have met and can glady say i would hang out with them, and the few i used to know, i feel i still do, but now they are merely friends i know through tumblr.

i like to say i get to know people, but do i really care?

Reasons

The reasons i cannot function in society.

• i cannot speak to women, the prettier they are the more i cannot look them in the eye.
• i only care for few things: Music, skateboarding, watching comedies to remind me how dull and unadventurous my lyfe really is.
• i LOVE handouts.
• i LOVE doing nothing.
• I love WATCHING stuff.
• I AM ENAMORED WITH PERSONALITIES THROUGH THE BLOG FORMAT.
• i am immediately turned off by closed-minded women...
• hyper-intellectuals disgust me.
• social skills are deteriorated to the point of inaccessibility 
• i cannot for the lyfe of me feign interest of something this is uninteresting.
• i loathe myself and and demeaning to people all the time.

i dont count my positives because the negatives outweigh the positives.

ideas. for the coming new year.

making clothes is going to be the business. and that graphic/contrast pocket tee is the hype. and the button up oxford denim L/S needs to die, i am feeling so uncool for not having one. and my collection of button ups need some new friends.

i should of joined a sewing class this semester. so i can occupy myself and make some money on the side.

what is the point of a title?

and what is the point of a laugh track in a sitcom?

that's wilfred and louie are like the epitome of comedy.

parks and recs too, i see why people liked the office.

just watch TV again and see if there's a laugh track, if there is. that means the show is shit.

HULU+

what my girl has/can/cant like/do/be

she has to like pizza,
and SUSH.
ICE cream.

going out occasionally.


and uhm movies.

she cannot be vegan.
she cannot be broke.
she cannot live her mama.
she has to have highly similar music tastes.
and get down to waka flocka flame.

likes to burp, in my face. and on my one eyed trouser snake.
likes

Sept-OCT

no more ditching classes.

even if its to get video game compensation.

study every weekend (3 chapters)

practice japanese.

tuesdays thursdays and whenever possible.

and uhm. cross my fingers for HumpSlo

i am hipster

i am,

need to really start "reviewing"

and study and bull shit.

but this lay-z ness. is not working.

Just call me HumpSlo, please.

i want to work with pretty people and serve ice cream.

i would love it forever.

i dont like writing papers

the irony of is, i am arguing about how over parenting produces lame fucks like me.

can't really follow through assholes.  and they become dependent on people. and they wont be an ounce of worth.

so its like the wall (dare i say his name?) god put to test me and show that i am not like the kids and their parents described in the short essay. (suck a dick C. W. Nevius)



im going to turn in my resume at this creamery because this one cute indian lady (tess) who works there implored me to.

bad thing is, she's the (floor) manager. i find her pretty damn alluring.

goal for the week,

finish first draft tomorrow morning.

turn in Resume at Spirit,(where ever), HumpSlo, and idk...that one pizza place?


i need to get a what do you call that thing, "an agenda" to stay on top of things.

Japanese: A- English: B- Hist: B+

i am falling behind.

and video game testing is pretty ill.

ULTIMATE life GOAL; reach by 2020

move to norway/sweden/svenski-town

learn their language, eat meatballs all day.

gain an unconditional love for disco/twee-pop/and unrelenting love for music.

change my name to something with a zero witha slash through it.

make music.

site, Jens Lekman/Acid House Kings/Kings of Convenience/Whitest Boy Alive/(Auntie)Jill Karen Santos Recinto/Jay (omg i dont know my favorite uncle's middle name) Santos

Meatball Life and Jorgen-Sporgity

Ikea. POTS, TAPE  SOUP, WHITE BOY.

Proper Gentleman Confidence.

a taste for Cold Days and shit.

life life life

my favorite cousin is moving away,

we arent even that close. i am sad.

the santos cousins who like arent total recluses, threw a party last night.

i made no connections at all, invited hella people, didnt drink beer, just shots and i still woke up with a mad ass headache the next morning.

unless you count this one girl i've only seen once before that night.

(i slobbered all over her face like a saint bernard, sorry nikki.)
i need a some mota-vation. but i've passing it up everytime i am offered a chance to smoke.

i how many friend have i made in the past year, that i can count on.

(what like three? Bryan, Remy & Justin?)

what point is there in continuing to live a purpose-less life?

why do i even play video games still?

according to my religious "beliefs" why would god let someone who just bandwagons on to anything to come to earth/life? i have no real aim to be anything or anyone, i just dream of that shit.

i dream of having important people as my friends, not sad delusions of relatives who hate what they do but keep doing it cause its the only thing they know.

i forget to add i joined the mob for the outside lands bum rush. and boy was it worth it. i wish i didnt leave though.

school school school. what is the point of me going? to get a Jay-Oh-Bee?

i dont find this bull shit worth it, i wish living a life was as "easy/filled with fortune" as the board game of life.

"wishes are the reason i do not try as hard."

there is just no pleasing me, words that come out of my mother's mouth. she already feels i am not doing anything to make myself better. well think about this, if my goddamned grandmother stopped telling me all the negative things my dad did, and say dont be like him. shit you know i am just going to turn around and be like him. i am my father's son, thats why my last name is rodriguez. (they probably should have gotten my name changed while i was young and didnt know any better, which is a thought that still runs through my head often)

and is really all my fault i have such bad study habits? i can easily remember not doing things on time since i was in 4th grade.

what did my dad do to even win my mother over? see, there's no positive reinforcement on anything that i found to be personally interesting, even my interest in music. it has faltered, it is gone, i just do these things because everyone else does it too. and also i am afraid of being phony. the fear itself has probably changed my whole persona to be a phony version of what i could truly be. i have no honor, i never loved my family. i hate everyone, there are no more reasons to keep a blog.

and its true, people dont remember the good that you did, if the bad is pretty memorable.

signed a dead soul,
who has nothing to live for.
nothing to give,
never thankful.
not a single damn given,

not a single care in the world.

"friend-less" awkward, no game,
shoplifter, alcoholic, chronic masturbator,
vain, selfish, blame-game.
guiltless, dishonest, absent minded.
the space between my ear is preoccupied with a leech.
i wish i had cancer so i can feel like everyone "loves" me.
i need some attention.

dis work lyfe

i've abandoned you until the dead of you life,

i've almost stuck in the knife i dont want to lose those nose-TALGIC posts.

my breath is coffee, i am not asleep.

imagine i dont go to work though?

,



my needs are too minimal and too great at the same time,



c6h12o, companionship, and a steady income for doing nothing (UO better fucking call me back)



and this brain needs some plastic surgery, and expansion of space and recall needs an update. my tastes are numb, my friends distant, & my family non existent (with the exception of los santos cousins.) maybe going on a mission wouldnt have been a bad idea. cause its just as bad as dying for your country. some thing i dont have or needed, a mind. because its been waste for a looooong time.

SNARKY. what does this mean? my favorite aunt has called me and used it quite often.

can i be gay? i feel like my life would be a lot more real if i was. i wouldnt have any trouble, my excuse for everything i did would b e okay i would move out. my immediate family (mom's side), they would disown automatically.

fin.

find.

me.
self.
now.

i will never be able to pick...

my friends' brains.

i can pick friends, but as of lately, they're pretty much not stimulating my mind.

i used to have that in LA.

another reason i miss the south.

i dont know what to do with myself.

but once i get money.

i'll just be drinking i guess.

Abstimious

Need to learn how to take things in small quantities
My indulgences, will be the death of me.

Sleep, lazing around, perousing the internets, watching movies. I need to get off my ass.
i'm glad i hate myself enough to do something about it now.

Now all that's left is to find something i stand for.

become less depressed

like expanded rar file,
be less confusing, more smart,
collegiate argyle,
for miles and miles of pages read,
like a million lives in fiction spent,
dark as the night on a moonless night,
aimless as a dandelion seed's flight,
i'm gone so gone,

mindless is not free,
trapped and broken,
as a harnessed horse is,
im lame, retarded

no idiot savant here,

pretending with pretense,
brain farts filled with fear.

the queers the queers,
some oozing with confidence,
what does it take to get to that level?

i envy those with it so much,
condemn them to hell,

if there is one,

i should live there,
tis would be swell.

a slave to no art,

no personal feeling,

no fucks have given on grammer and speeling,

harhar.

fuck you world,

no suicide note,

no balls for that,
at least thats what i hope.

complain

complain complain complain!

what can i bitch about today?


nothing, (really there isnt a thing besides money i can bitch about)


i am just so Excite that coachella lineup for this year has been released.

i am definitely going,

i believe FlyLo is there again, tokimonsta, OFWGKTA is going to be there.

DFA1979!!!!

Mr. West has a repeat performance, and uhm idk. just so much to see, not so much stoke on teh warpaints since the album dropped, much to somber and melancholy for my liking.


but yeah.

APRIL, you will see me in Palm Springs, getting burnt as fuck, high as fuck, whatever it takes.

a REAL post

i am so excite.

Real skateboards' video, Since Day One is about to hit the copier and the video is going to be out soon.


Skateboarding for almost 5 years, it makes me wonder,


do i skate because i love the feeling?

why does smoking weed and drinking and skate go together so well?

(another excuse to be trendy? always a dilemma with me)

are legitimate skateboarding brands ripping you off with the amount of money they are charging for their product?

are you a poser if you just like to roll around/ can't do a kickflip?

what about if you only like to rock big corpo skate brands?

(their quality is quite impeccable)

will dressing like a skate ever go out of style?
along with skinnies?



aren't you a sell out if you become sponsored?



all these questions rarely pass my mind and were just thought of right now.


another thing that bothers me as of late.


living back in the bay area, wouldn't i run into my old elementary classmates and have them recognize me?


its not like a kept contact with any of them or really cared about those friendships i made at such an early time in my life.

i still wonder what they would like now and how they turned out after going to public school in the bay area.

shit is supposed to be rough out here.

my cousin even claims last year at a public middle school new his house, 9 kids were detained/suspended/whatever you do to minors, for possessing drugs.

now i don't know what kind of drugs they were, but oddly enough it doesn't bug me at all, i know public schools are supposed to be like that. but only in high school in less funded areas like Alameda County and South Central.

He goes to a private school, so i don't know what source he gets his knowledge from,

he's kinda sheltered and spoiled.

i'm just kinda glad i got to skate with homies and not get pressured into sparking a blunt, i didnt really feel like smoking at all.

and lucky strikes are yucky and expensive.

(still like the packaging though)

MMX1

shit to do for 2011 and years to come.

Visit LA

go to Coachella (April, purchase tix in february)

Get a Valentine's Date.

MOVE BACK TO LA. (pending)

GET A JOB (by the end of January)

Go To Comedy Club (anytime)

Get rid of this pot belly (prior to visiting LA)

do stand up in a comedy club(within a month of going to visited club)

Learn more tricks (a new trick every month?)

get tricks
-360 kickflips
-backside 360s
-Rock to Fakie @ DC halfpipe
-Switch or Nollie Kickflips
-Kickflip over 2stacked cones.


get bitches (stunt on new bitch every season)

put out that album/ep/mixtape aldrich has been waiting so long for.
(one for winter/spring and another mid-way through summer)

Get a Tattoo(already have one in mind)

Go to Vegas (February March)
-if not vegas, Pechanga casino in LA
or Cash creek in Stockton

Zeal for Life

ain't nobody got a zeal for life like these go-getters i know,
i'm fucking fine being complacent with this place im in,
low budget, life off of snacks stuck on these muni and bart tracks,
not too far from where i am headed, the bus i ride on never becomes dead ended,
stupid shit so soft, like a prosthetic titty,
i am done with being smart, being human, being witty,
just wanna curl up in a ball & die,
not because, as i would say, no-one loves me,

its because people do, and i hate that shit,

they love a person who doesnt do anything,
and when i mean anything i mean make him self into something,
and when i mean something i mean be an average person with a degree,
pays taxes, and is stable on his own two feet.

buys everything with own dough,
from clothes & shoes
to movies and shit he eats,

everyone does that,

i am living like this to be anti-trendy?
but being anti-trendy is catch 22,

i read that off of the slap magazine forums,

filled a bunch for skateboarding 30 somethings,
stuck at their computer screens, post-mortem,

an exquisite way of saying that's how they deal with boredom,

but i'm boring, i was born like that, so my speech repetitive,
and reflexes sloth-like

the amount of self hate i have monolithic,

it's like mount Olympus of loathing,

the only time i like myself
is when i'm with women in good clothing,

but shit like only happens with relatives,

so with strange girl,
it's mostly just hoping,

miss an old lady,
a distant relative,
lola joving,

no i'm not joking,

it's like pronouncing HO-ving,

HOV of her family,

frail fragile anatomy,

i'm so redundant,

professors always mad at me,

the way i wreck ledges,
i should charged for multiple batteries,

enough energy to light up a whole house,

A Spectre

A long time, a faded memory,

Of course fixated on a physical frame,
Of a fine wide eyed, wild dame,
But knew her?
Not I, cause out of my bounds would I have never tried,

The closest I got was a childish minuet I thought was epic by homer's standards,
But still, I knew her not

Always by the glow, of a flat screen I thought had depth,

Near borderline insane researching her to death,

What was it that simply got me into, her look, her personal brand, that she wore so valiantly.

Like lioness ready to pounce, but playful at that.

Succubus lips, would have wanted to kiss, knew not what they've done but heard the venomous spit,

Fair skinned, but never a fair maiden,
Dark hair, never dark moods she exudes,

But a black rose she may be,
Able to take a man's challenge,
In one fell swoop you'll be down on one knee.

She's wise travel and relations with many, i dont think she was a way around girl. More than friends with plenty.

Of course one at a time!

But never in more than 9 seasons.
Like an on and off sitcom, with nothing more to give.

And my latest astonishment,
That since I hardly knew thee,
Your ancestry of nips and flips
To me, that's truly wholly, errotic, to mine own imagination

can someone give me a catchy name for a music blog?

Like "cows go moo, chickens go cluck"?

I want to start one in 2011
And if ya'll ever heard of hister runoff, I'll be asking stupid questions like,

What is a good example of a blog name?
Does having an obscure saying make it more indie/underground?
Are common sayings like don't cry ovr spilled milk still relevanxt?
Are blogs themselves still relevant with all these live feed sites running rampant?
Will we one day be connected to the internet via epidermal implants?


P.S. imso The Crystal Castles song "Not In Love" with Robert Smith vocals is soooo goood.

Always with the questions, first do I really friends? And what actions/ events constitute you as afriend?

Do I even care for my friends? I've never once texted someone once, out of actual longing for their companionship, for those I have I can count them out one on hand.

It's not a question of does anyone care for me, but am I willing to be vulnerable enough to put my name out on a line to see who will tug.

Yes, I relate win those godawful "forever alone" memes, because they are haunting visions of what my life COULD e if I was like Chandler Bing. Class clowns who are in the weird clubs, I was only an entertainer during my high school years, they go nowhere if hey do not pursue that feeling of being laughed WITH. And I know all "artists" have some issues, that's why they pour it out for all to see.
I have no to entertain, Two: what good is telling a joke that no one understands? Those reblog humor whores on tumblr are all lonely people with no substance, they people who post about drugs, are really poor people who wish they could be that carefree, given a few exceptions, and lastly those lustful pictures of errotica & DO NOT GIVE A FUCKs are sad lonely saps with no game. Shit and all the fuck yeahs flaming allegiance to a certain thing, get over yourself. Not even 5 five years from now will you be liking those very same things. only pets, Trekkies, and star wars nerds are that loyal.

Good god, I need to get laid, some good weed, and to get to get tucked in & fucked up. And a cigarette doesn't sound too bad right now.

P.s. Aldrich I miss you, I miss your voice, your scent, your dog, and your uncanny ability to pull punny jokes of of your ass.
Theresa I miss your sassyness, your "whoyoucallinbitch?!" attitude, and of course your adorable little feet.
Ryan, where's my fat lazy nigga ass lookin counterpart? Your suck at halo
reach, I just know it.
Jaime hood nigga entrepeneur! Where a real Mexican when you need one? Btw my sink's on the fritz bro, can your dad fix it?
Reuben, can't hate a nigga for being everywhere and nowhere atthe same time. Where else would I be on the cool guy spectrometer, with out you as my epitome for a stark comparison of steez
errick, WTF nigga you need to stop updating the channel 9 blog as soon as you post something of yours. I hate seeing double, unless they is titties!!! And when is Psylent bassment Finna be uploaded? Idghtfiagsts,(I don't get how the fuck I ain't gonna see this shit) especially since you want the troll and I to be at part deux. Btw I Miss you carving hills and shit. It's always cool when someone gets hurt.
Danny beezy, need I say anything more? You best be futurebabe watching while, I'm out chillin at playgrounds ;)
Sophia, like whattup? You seriously gonna be the only person i know finished with school before the world ends?
Kiko, damn, coachella still gonna happen?
RE: Brandon
life finna be trill once the cake finish baking.

Rhys stop skating, you are too good now.

AHHHHHH

back after a two month hiatus, my bro and i left our old home, now everyone hate us, flossin since we left the greatest, city now like rivalry, u must see, like ucla and usc, soon to be never internally rhyming, thinking all ways, rhymes never be exquisite, like my hops, jump shots and pivots, always quick to hate things like white bigot, but spit so much, call me a water spigot, figure out whats on the test, cant quiz it, feeling like lost my way, but its only cause i got sprayed in Modern Warfare, no fair, like homeless with less change and lots of hair. place me in the unemployment line, that's a sense of despair, i always spell shit incorrectly, that's why louies never respect me,

so i deleted my tumblr

that feels good.

it felt like a ball and chain was gonna drag me down.

but this simpleness reminds me of the simpleton that i am.

good shit.































i lied, i made a new one.

Pause Now

tryna catch a breath,

less wealth, not necessarily a waste of life, YET
quest, no tribe,
no gang,
no language,
protocol improper,
you sir are the prince and i the pauper,

tips i need,
not rules of life to suceed,
succinctly i need the feed,
osiris, ra, sun god,
festival, outside lands messed up ya'll
further notation,
my playlist needs lots of rotation,

question,

how does one still stay true,
with a room full of false persons?
to wear a mask, become assimilated,
wear it too long, individuality disintegrated,
godless fools, nothing the fear,
belief in everything,
hope nothing brings ,
without actions, passion isnt worth listening,
the soul for the game, mind changes quick like switching lanes,
nathan lane, straight up homo,
what about bono?
supposedly, he be a lifesaver, be he aint sweet,
more like now&later,
so do me a favor,
open the gate,
the floods come in, enrichment,
like silt from the delta, in the nile,
leaving LA, got me in denile,
SF where i left,
MTB where i write,
gone from a home,
so comfortable,
never gain much more than blue balls,
fam got weak, friends became fam,
stay true through the week,
7 days, samara will get you,
she'll fuck you up like kama sutra,
black and blue, battered and bruised,
put on 85 durometer wheels,
cruisin with 60s, fishtail wood,
this my escape from life, the worse and the better,
dont go well with water,
you my ariel and i your flounder,

dear miss, i'll be the thumper, guy friend,
just came, pretend to be prince, my penis never clean,

Who and when was your first kiss?

this girl in kindergarden named bianca,

we fucked underneath the slide/jungle gym.

Don't Ask

If you could change one thing that happened last year what would it be?

the fact, that i tried to keep in contact with people of my graduating year,

they didn't deserve my shit, so i'm glad im leaving LA now. FUCK EM.

Don't Ask

how do you feel about this new lay out?

its FKCN LOVELY, its not all suspect and some wanna be myspace shit, now its some wanna be facebook shit.

except not as equally lame.

Don't Ask

what are your pet peeves

pets, jeeves, uninteresting people or at least people not willing to continue carrying a conversation, and uhm uhhhh joy-kills, i would say HxC kids, but some of them know how to have fun.

and uhmmmm 5+ HOURS ON TUMBLR.

Don't Ask

what do you look for in a woman?

nothing in particular, but looks wise, heyyy wtf.

i think i answered this question already.

but okay...this is not a list of requirements,
it'd just be nice if the girl had these things,

bangs, a bottom, if she didnt mind me objectifying her casually,
uhmmm like some fierce looking eyes,

ohhhh and curly hair. that shit is hot.

but other than that, she better not be a hood rat, but needs to know not everyday is not a catwalk with me.

she don't have to doll up for the oscars, like im gonna give her an award.

this is really redundant, i dont want a girl who looks like shit all the time though.

she can be dirty around me, but like not dirty in front the guys.. cause i dont want them thinking she's one of the guys.. unless she wants to be.


FUCK ANON QUESTIONS.

fucking twats.

Don't Ask

. The yay area, coming to holmes near you. And i swear erin is a fckn cutie. :B

kol(jericho), and phillip, and last but not my least my bay niggas holdin it down. Daryl, Tim, Remy S. And Bryan Shawney. Fuhhhh, my 415, 650, 510 homies

Erin and Karvell, coolest fckn hosts ever. Jennfer and victor, and yo cousin vincent. Paolo, jon, steve, clinton and ya girl pam. No ishmael. HAHHAHA, ki

july first

projected date, i dont even want to think about it. Yeah i'm all drama. But seriously wtf, why? why bring me if i'm such a burden. I dont think deserving of anyone's goodwill anymore. Seriously i would want to be gone from this side of the earth. To just be alone. Forever.

re really was one thing i wanted, it would be a dad.

doesnt die. Lastly nobody ever asks why? Complacent with what i got, cause its agood thing, dare i say it, the good life. Its the life i have, but if the

be anybody, its the same as wanting to be like everybody. So i am better off with nobody, because nobody doesnt lie. And nobody does not try, and nobody

Common always said you could BE anything, be anyone, be anywhere. As long as you know what you want, and that's what you want to BE. But i don't want to

do i have

relationships or friends?


is there anything beneath the surface between us?

i really need to know,

because so far in my life people fall out because they were friends.

we never had anything meaningful...

maybe i make it so, but i need to know....

cause right now i only have one.

How do you feel about people who post unorginal content on their Tumblr with out giving credit to those who created the content or may have had it on their page first? Diiiick.

idk, im indifferent to things like that but if it were to happen to me, then i'd find that person and rape their cattle.

Don't Ask

What's your biggest phobia?

well, just losing my friends, no that's not right. being alone/not having a "social" life.

Don't Ask

do you not have questions to answer? or are you just not answering the ones you got? i need something to read when Im not watching porn!

no diiick, im no popular taylor diiickface from tumblrisforlulz pretentious asshole on the intranets.

but you best believe, i just pick the answer random question when i got nothing to do.

Don't Ask

Roxy Jezel

I think i'm going to watch greenberg on sunday after 6 cause its Student sundays!

Is it possible to get a hangover from smoking weed?

Dude 2 point something earthquake near carson

Final day of 9 day work week, FINALLY A LITTLE BREAK

Day 5 of 8 i'm doing okay so far. Just need to work on my timely-ness. It fuckin sucks

so i said, "we need a man in the house to show us how to respect you."

by the way my mother responded do this, was feministic and hurt.

whateva whateva, i do what i want.

This shit is soo wrong on so may levels. Is mr. Schurr high about coming out semi publicly?

I dont wanna ill, i jus wanna chill and keep my hand around a hundred dollar bill

DST you fucked me over. AGAIN

yo the nuart is poppin off! donglover is always lookin trill. Same goes for his bromosapiens

Superfast Jellyfish is my new favorite track off of plastic beach. damon Albarn you're done it again and re-invented your franchise, bravissimo!

I cant keep sleeping late all the time. Its ruining my work ethic and i'm way busier so its sapping my life away like a bulbasaur's leech seed. *HINT HINT*

Listening to an old but good album is like listening to an old friend's voice. Beck's Guero is the music i need to take off the day's edge

i learned

that cooking fries is simple, to refill honey mustard, ketchup and dip containers first thing.

check the ice, uhm throw out trash at least twice a day, don't fuck up.

and uhm yeah open your ears.

WORKSTOP

work work work,

starting next week,

11-5 mon, wed, thurs, fri.

i'm kinda liking it cause of this one co-worker.

cool weekend

got my hair did, shotgunned, b-lazered, talked with joebin, saw matt from 115 again,
andy "cool guy" chan recognized me. sent a stupid text to jami, played it off as someone stole my phone and drunk texted.

i love what i do, and i do what i like,

but do people like what i do & do what i love?


yeah good shit this weekend.

all thanks @aldxrich, kelsey, max, myra, @doh_boi, @rbn__, @atthenickoftime, danny, edward, joe, eddy & valentina, and matt and many others.


AHHHH MONROVIA, here i fuck up!

interview with a wingstop

couldn't have gone any worse or better.

what i do like is people i know but don't want to see won't see me here since its like 22 MILES AWAY FROM MONTEBELLO!!!!


that is if i get the job.

two words

no sleep
no food
no water,
corpse paint.
bottomless dresses

panties with an easy access vaginal hole.

my space,

two face,
outer space,

outside sports,
no more doors,
all windows
all widows,
no vows,
less cows,
more vegans,
short vacations
long hours,
easy interviews,
old shoes,
new shoes,
slip-ons,
ding dongs,
no service
no shoes.

so i found out

formspring has some sort of networking site now.

like twitter and tumblr and facebook and blogger.

it made it alot easier for me to make than having to do all the code.

i'm not too fond of learing to customize CSS/HTML, so now i have too much interconnectworking shit.

i think bobby was wrong when he said 2010 is all about privacy.

its all about being connected via broadband cable in the back of our necks.

January

Good Things happen this month and then some bad,

_Cliché's 15th anniversary book mixer for the release of Resumé at HUF LA. free brew by PBR and extras pretty sick.
was intriguing to see people you look up to in a certain aspect of life look very clean cut.
the PBR helped in getting signature, thanks to Jordan from Huf for the Cliche shirt hookup, and Cody for a possible discount in the future.

_a well respected man at my local church passed away.
(sucks i didnt wake up to go, especially after finding out his favorite soda is Dr. Pepper)

_Conan Left what was once a well respected franchise in late night on fairly good term and the majority of young blue America on his side. The rally in Cali was barely hindered by El Niño force rains and all over the country people congregated in the support of Conan's ginger wavy hair. Bravo Mr. O' Brien, you have one in and NBC has lost.

_Breathtaking. the word that describes the ancient city of Chichen Itza with its many wonders and lost greatness. it retains some awesomeness as inscriptions on the walls leave clues as to what Mayans did in certain parts of the city. for example this might be coincidence and made up by a explorer from long ago, but it sure had me sold.

_Riviera Maya, resorts and all along the east coast up to Cancun, a good place to go to if you're in your early thirties and want to cement the bond between you and yo partner, or you're an octogenarian from Canada or Europe and you want a Mexican Winter fling.

_Rhys' became an eagle scout, congrats man.

_Got new spectacles that don't make a debacle of my face

_Erick turned 19 and Theresa went back to SF :{

_Tumblr meet up for me was a disaster, but workable. got my sister to ride the fun-ner rides like BigThunder and Space Mountain. i was so excited to see my friends i havent seen in ages and maybe make a couple new ones. but maybe there might be a next time???

_ thats about it, oh and No College.
i'm going to have a very long spring.

_so that means breaking wood, and not saying shit like "If First You Don't Succeed Never Try Again," and "Better Never Than Late" cause honestly whats more disappointing? waiting even longer for an album to drop or never having to look forward to an album drop because its been scrapped?

_i need some new shit to keep me productive, the first week i should be getting Apps
and shit and filling them out like there's no tomorrow.


_MOVING UNITS WAS TIGHT LIKE A VIRGIN.
thank you very much danny and its so good to see you again valentina.
can't wait to go to one of her gigs.

plugged in

got a twitter? follow me fool,

got a face book, friend me too!

got a tumblr, tumble that shit too,

got a blogger, blog that shit fool,

inter-networking,

combine connections,

to make useful tools like sporks,

hog the lime light in in my live news feed,

whoring yourself out live

all the fame monsters, do not feed.

relativeS want a friend request,

denied, bitch.

got new glasses!

broke my last pair while role playing quidditch

DERP DERP, derpa derp

MEMEs are WORD

momma saw your kick back pics smoking some hash,

Triple "F" Triple "U"dash,

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

right click save as,

i saw pic of KEY-sha's

ass

with no bottoms,

i've fallen,

over,

nose bleeds,

tissue paper cover,

lotion & or cocoa butter.

(incomplete half thought out idea)

This x-mas trip to SF this year was the best year ever. many things contributed to a great end to this decade. it ended quite nicely with a bowl of Oyakodon.

YAY

AREA in 12 HOURS!!!!

i'm not well enough to drive, i hope i am tomorrow though.

and i haven't made any mix CDs

I'm out of this house by 2012 nothing would make of happier than being a lone wolf on a day to day basis

eskaté

fix shoes,

rhy's beats me after i beat him,

jaime got a board.

switch flips are never looking not better.

tomorrow hollenbeck park 3:30

possible recording sesh.

Project blowed later that night?

looking back

i was a retard,

and definitely a more refined one now.

a regular retard savant, whatever that means.

you could look it up and decipher and prove me wrong,
but i am what i is, and i is what i do,

DIRTBAG CREW, HELLA STOOPS.

here's an example of ludicrousness of the past:

"I m here at mah cuzin place looking at his dog bark at wittlw kittiez n.nL how welll ne ways ummm i thinki i'm gonna fail first quarter of mah last year at macy, \^/007!! Manga such az GTO r perverted but fun <^.^=|0_0| in GTO>! school isnt as godd as it was as yesterdae well ne wae. i have been criticizied about this time and time again and i don't wanna have friendz who have been criticizied like that so this is very importante Xanga: n. (Zang-Ga) ;def: 1.A place where you dump your personal things; 2.A window in witch you write your life in;3. A community to have freinds to mess around with online. and ummm thatz it."

no lie, that is copied verbatim from my xanga.

a dark time, it was.

freestyle friday mornings!!!!

go to uhm myspace.com/hiphopbychrispy

yeah new freestyle at 4 in the morning.

that's how i get creative but not effective.

first rainy day in the mtb. Feels a little better that everything is not sunny and bright in the world

Sometimes i wonder does it really take a trying moment that tests your Patience to see? i still dont know who my best friends are but i know who are the closest

i'm smitten with
brunettes with blue eyes.

Donde Esta La Biblioteca?

mi llamo t-bone,
la arraña discoteca.

discoteca, muñeca, la biblioteca,
está en bigote grande, perro, manteca

manteca, bigote, gigangte, piceño
cabeza is nieve,
cerveza is bueno

buenos dias, mi gusto patatas frias
bigote de la cabra
es cameron diaz

http://www.hulu.com/watch/97892/community-la-biblioteca#s-p1-st-i1

STUDY GROUP IN THE BIBLIOTECA

my brain is a trainwreck because of slippery tracks from a typhoon of movies.

the go-getter

what would i have done if my mother had died and i had no relatives around me?


i would of went crazy and spent all the money and became a hobo in my native city of SF.

skate all day, every day. bomb hills, take awkward spills, live at my friend bryan's place.

that right there is where home is to me; the San Francisco and daly city.

this movie made me all warm inside and mushy, especially when i see Zooey's face.

i feel i have a girl who's like that too, like we skipped that whole awkward relationship phase and went straight to being old friends who reminisce about things. its funny though we didnt share a lot of classes or common interests to begin with, but i'm glad i tried to make it so.

i envy you, Lou Taylor Pucci.

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almost an accident

yeah that happened, last wedenesday. with fuckin edda,y r00b, and mini me, double dee seriously confused the fuck out of me when we drove to the flatground spot.

thurs is nothing day, i really like mr. gomez or whatever his last name is, he really fires me up when im in his class. and then i lose that fire like a non organic material burning without fuel.

anyways anyday with sophia and pierouette is always an enjoiable day. especially getting my ass served to me in MvC2. Marc by marc jacobs is officially the new upper-middle class, feminine shop for me to go to. and planning on getting some Ditas. dropping 500 bones for pair of double-take from mosquitos magnets, should be a well worth investment. and then maybe a pair of paul franks would be good everydaywear. or vice versa in obtainment of the spectacles.

BOOYAH!!! i got me an annual pass to disney land biatches!!!
thanks madre, i think i owe you for life.

Movie watchlist: zombieland, the informant, the invention of lying, & bored to death

it really is time for some reinvention, i have to learn to become more outwardly focused.

this inward focus is bad like an ulcer in my stomach its killing me.

i don't feel happy anymore and i only post about bad things in my life.

don't pity, criticize me and help me grow.

cause im fucking up fast.

i notice that from,


A lack of keeping in touch with people, friends and family.

i have nothing to show for my existence, no skills.

and all i do is mope around like self loathing protagonist who waits for a girl with 60s haircut to change his life. but she isnt coming any faster so its time for change.

OSL

missed the dirt bombs, caught all of jason mraz, saw part of bat for lashes, she's foxxxy like lovefoxxx, left to go see the start of TVOTR, heard part of wolf like you. wandered around and then waited for deerhunter, easily the friendliest band of the day, then tried to go to uhmmmm....

my brain is fried.

to be continued.

The golden gate park is my fave!

It's really hard to think with all the nostalgia.

i gotta promise

i will not tear up and give in to any demands,
i will not totally disown them,
i will not curse and blame,
i will not cause a scene,
i will not make up excuses,
and i especially will not want to live anywhere near them.

reiteration of my summer days back at home.

got home, jetlag, "is there a doctor on board?" seeing keeks & sofi, her beautiful home, and being treated like kings and queens by her mother (thanks ms. aguirre for getting us pizza so late). SKATING ON THE DL.

mess, disneyland and california adventure. i really appreciated the aladdin musical now, it was too hilarious and funnay. the pain-balls much love for miss islas, ryan's b-day barbeque sorry i had to leave early. and too many late night sessions.

OH THE FORMATION OF CHANNEL 9 and the flava like kool-aid song, an epic meeting of minds.

and probably the last time ever.

yes aldrich, we'll probably only stack about 4 more songs.

Sophia

honestly i think there is one woman who can make me light up the way i rarely do.

i truly love her without a doubt, and if i went through a different kind of relationship with her, i don't think i could love her as much as i do now.

and if she were gone from my life, i'd be shattered, lost, and unfixable.

so, it was truly my pleasure, to take you out miss islas.

7days

i hate spiral bound books and books that comes in binders.

dang,

i going to kind of miss this place.

especially the privacy of my own room.

fuckin aye man i want to see five hundred days of summer soo bad. somebody wait for me to come back and watch it with me, please?

im going to get adidas skateboarding till i die.

this is sooo fucking sick

Adidas Winter/Spring twenty ten

EDIT:

jan releases:

-cardinal camp vulc hi 70 check @ ubs

-silas brown&green camps 70 check @ ubs

-grey SKATES 60 {test go instore}

-eldridge superstar 85 maybe

-b&w busenitz 75 check

_total: 360ish FUHHHH.

spring releases:

-navy busenitz check @ ubs

-gonz yellow skates check @ ubs

-argentina blue camps

-grey& red camps

-o' connor vulc hi

_total:140ish

first week

y'all.

those kentucky sensibilities are slowly seeping in.

my rundown of the week @ BR printers goes like this:
MONDAY, kinda exicited but not soo much since my siblings are just chillin,
that thought right there is what irked this whole week.
but i was working like a hamster in wheel that day kinda going crazy.
but good crazy.

i was treated with this like, "Oh, you're norm's boss, so if be noice to you i'll get somwhere?"
that doesnt really matter since they're temp guys.

but they're cool, thing 1 and thing 2 as tito norman wants to call them.


TUESDAY, the adrenaline rush is gone. felt that back pain from improperly lifting boxes before work...
i could wake up as late as 12p and still be there on time.

the thing is i gotta be there the time my uncle goes because we take on ride.

WEDNESDAY, its the hump day....feeling the mood of the guys taking it easy when you need to as they made their quota for last month, doubling average productions of rebinds.

from an average of about 6 mil. rebinds, they did about 12.6mil. something rebinds

THURSDAY, found out this one guy who was a weirdo got fired from fucking up the glue job on the books. AND on top off that, he tried to pass it off and get them packaged and then the higher-ups find out. and BAM its cut like that.

EARLIER today, it was soooooo chill.
good stuff, sarcasm runs rampant in the 20 year olds' humour around the factory.
my main two stress relievers werent there but it was still good, i was able to bear through the day.

after tuesday i started to bring my board to skate after work.

BOY DOES THAT FEEL GOOD!

well i miss all you guys already.

FUHHHHH.

next week 6 days a week.

at least i got my wooden toy with wheels and BatB2 to keep me company.

GODDAMN BUSENITZ is too fckn sick.