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Where to begin. So much has happened since Friday, when I went snowboarding. I think I will start with what just happened to me. Last Thursday, I went and bought a Columbia fleece and a pair of snowboard socks that I didn't really want to buy, but the workers at the store said they were really good. Today, I went in to return the socks, and the manager who was there when I initially returned a pair of snowboard pants and was also there when I bought my fleece and socks was at the counter. I asked her if I could get cash back. I couldn't she said. I would have to get store credit back, and then buy something to get the rest of my cash back. "You can buy an energy bar. I really don't care. You're not going to hurt my feelings," she said in a "I don't give a fuck" tone. I walked to the side of the counter to check out the energy bars, and asked what's the cheapest thing they have. She came around, and pulled out an energy shot for me. And she completed the transaction for me. I kept getting the feeling that the moment I left the store, she would be bitching about me to one of the normal employees there (she was a manager). In fact, I am 100% sure that she mentioned something about me to the other guy working there, probably saying something about what happened and the previous times that I've been there. But I can't be sure, thought that's contradicting what I just said. haha. At that moment, I made a vow never to go back into that specific store location. Okay. On to yesterday. Yesterday was spent moving a bunch of Kristina's big furniture to her new place in SF. We did two loads for her. While they were getting the second load in the car, I went to Costco with a friend so that she could change her car battery. It was dead. I stood in the Costco parking lot, unscrewing the bolts, and was having difficulty getting one of them out. None of the workers at the Costco tire shop were willing to help us out immediately, but said that if we waited a bit, they could, so I asked this black guy in a tow truck if he could help us out. I figured that since he had a AAA sticker on his truck, that he might be able to help me out. No success there. He wanted to charge $10 for having him unscrew a fucking bolt! I was like, I have a AAA card. He went on to say that he didn't work in this area or some stupid shit. I was like..fuck that shit. I went back, tried again, and for some reason, had little problems this time. Then I went back to SF to meet up with Brandon and Kristina to help unpack Kristina's stuff. After that, we went to Brandon's to move his big furniture. This is where the fun begins. So while Brandon and I were making our first trip to load our stuff in the car across the street, I step into something. I took a quick glance, and thought it was a banana, but wasn't too sure. While walking back, Brandon pointed out that that was human shit that I stepped on covered with toilet paper. The shit had the imprint of my shoes: two circles. I called up a couple friends to tell them what happened, and all of them said that I should throw away my shoes. Brandon had accidentally stepped in homeless man's shit and threw away his favorite pair of shoes. I didn't want to. I went into the bathroom, and tried to wash off the shit in the bathtub, but with little success. I got toilet paper, and tried wiping it off. This was the first time ever I have had to wipe off someone else's shit!! And that wasn't working because I wasn't getting the shit out of the little cracks and crevices in my sole. Brandon gave me an old toothbrush to use, some water, and when we left the apartment, I leaned up against a rusty fire hydrant, took off my left shoe, held the toothbrush in my right hand, had Brandon and Kristina start pouring water on my shoe, and I began scrubbing away the shit. At some points, the water was splashing onto my arm. E.Coli was splashing on my arm! Eventually, all the shit came off and I dumped the toothbrush on the sidewalk. That was the highlight of my night. Onto my snowboarding weekend. We went to Heavenly in Tahoe to go snowboarding. Friday, there weren't that many people, making it very fun to snowboard since we had a lot of space. There were lots of people from out of the country. Most of the workers that I noticed were from Australia, Brazil, or good ol' USA. Some of the people were still wearing their outfits from the 80's. Neon colors! One lady had bells around her wrists. That was whack. I saw one guy fall half way down a black diamond slope. That was amusing. Food was a rip off there. About my snowboarding skills. Friday, I had no problems picking up carving again, but I still wasn't good at it. At most, I would carve 6 times at once, but some because I was getting scared I would fall down. I fell down A LOT! My ass hurt a lot, my gloves were getting soaked, ice was finding its way down my shirt, my legs were hurting, arms hurting, and whenever I fell, my head took a beating too, even if my head was nowhere close to touching the ground. The second day, my carving improved dramatically. I was taking risks I didn't take the day before, adjusting myself when I was in situations where I felt I could possibly lose control. I fell down a lot less this day, but when I did fall, I fell hard because I was going a lot faster, and taking more risks. That's all I can think about saying. I definitely want to go back again!
1/23/03 When the musical was over, we were all planning to go to Asia SF to go to a party, but Kristina, Brandon, and I wanted to move stuff out of my car first so that we wouldn't have to do it later. After moving everything in, I started feeling really lethargic, and didn't want to go to the club. I started feeling bad because I told this one girl, Sonia, that we were definately gonna go, and when I say I'll do something, I almost always do it. We decided not to go, and we wanted to sleep in the new place. There were no beds there yet, so we slept in sleeping bags. I don't know if my back was still a problem at the time or I was just not use to sleeping on the ground, but I was THE worst nights sleep ever. Where shall I start.. 1) I was sleeping in a sleeping bag. I've never had to put my body through such rigorous sleeping conditions. 2) I was only wearing my underoos, and I was still feeling extremely hot. 3) the traffic noise was bugging me. I'm use to sleeping conditions where it's dead quiet, or maybe a TV that's on. 4) My body was aching. All these factors played a role in my bad sleep experience. I kept rolling around, trying to find the perfect position to rest in, but anything and everything I did didn't feel good.
1/22/03
Tonight, its off to go watch the Hedwig and the Angry Inch musical in SF, then maybe go to Asia SF for a party afterwards. So for those interested in learning more about what I've been keeping myself busy with these past couple of days....listening to music, playing warcraft 3, doing some job searching, chattign on the internet. Actually, that's what I do EVERY DAY!! Ugh. I'm in the process of downloading Shanghai Knights right now. It's one of those videos where someone takes a camera into the theater and you can hear coughing and laughing in the background. Oh well. I'm saving money downloading all my movies! This movie doesn't even get released until Feb 7th, so I'm watching this way in advance!
1/21/03 1/19/03 Sunday...woke up and an hour later, Brandon showed his place to a potential renter of his place. This girl had a HUGE mole on her cheek with hair growing out..and it was a white chick too! WTF. I would've had that surgically removed years ago if that was me. First time I've ever seen a white person with a hairy mole, and a first time I saw a girl with a hairy mole. Did some shopping at Container Store, helped set up the stuff bought, and took a nap on one of those butterfly chairs. Came back to Berkeley, ate, and chilled, and now I'm typing this shit for you stupid readers!
1/17/03 Movies recently watched: The Slaughter Rule, Adaptation, About Schmidt, Emperor's Club, Just One Time, 25th Hour. ALL downloaded! That's a lot of money saved! =D Trying to get the rest of Chicago
1/16/03
1/15/03 1/13/03 Today, I went to Ross to get a new black belt. Most of you know that Ross is pretty ghetto, and so are most of the clientele. The one in Berkeley was no exception. Half the workers there are what I consider ghetto azz people! =). The register guy didn't seem to pleased about his job. I wouldn't blame him, especially with the shit he's probably gotta deal with, having to work with black customers. You know how verbal they get. I've never had this happen to me, but he forgot to take off the sensor tag! OMG.
1/10/03 So at the club, I just got a bottle of water, since I knew that eventually, I would be feeling extremely tired, and maybe have the urge to hurl. For most of the time at the club, I was feeling that. I went outside with the smokers, and just chilled out there. I kneeled down because I was tired, and when I stood up, I started having the urge to hurl. Chris asked if I was okay, and if I needed to go around the corner or go to the bathroom and hurl, but I kept saying I was ok. A couple minutes later, I started walking off, because I was having the urge again, and Chris was talking to someone, so I didn't bother asking him to come. A few minutes later, Ryan came out, and asked if I was okay. He said that I should just try and throw up because it'd make me feel better. So we walked off, and I tried. I don't know how those bulimics do it, but I had a tough time trying to induce vomiting. Needless to say, I was unsuccessful, but I did feel slightly better. Went back in, chit chatted a bit, danced a bit, then left.
1/9/03 On to last night. Yesterday was Kristina's friend's b-day dinner. We went to a Chinese restaurant called House of Chen in Castro. It was almost a sausage fest, if it were not for the 3 girls there. The foot was ok, nothing spectacular, but it was good to have some Chinese food since there aren't a lot of good Chinese restaurants up here. After dinner, we went to a Karaoke bar and people did some drinking. I was sick cuz of Kristina, who passed me down her cold, so I was sniffling and blowing my nose during the night. We didn't leave til close to 1, and I didn't get back to Berkeley til almost 2. That was my wild day.
1/8/03 Tonight, going to Castro to eat at a restaurant for Kristina's friend's b-day, then off to the place where she bartends to drink.
1/7/03 Joe Millionaire: SOOOO sick and twisted for these ladies its funny. Did you check out that Heidi chick. Even though I HATE her for being such a bitch, I want her to win and realize that Joe ain't exactly a millionaire and have her heart crushed!! HAHHAHA. The two asian girls are fugly too. Battle of the sexes. OMG. D-R-A-M-A already in the first episode between Julie and Melissa from Real World New Orleans and Puck and David from Real World Los Angeles. It was amazing how much these people argue. By the end of the first competition, both Julie and David were out of the competition because of personal grudges. Let me reiterated this episode...D-R-A-M-A and there's MORE to come in future episodes!!! HAHAHAA
1/6/03 Today, I got an email about my CBEST scores. Its the California Basic Education Skills Test for being a substitute teacher or something. My dad wanted me to take it for who knows what reason. Thought I wanted to go into teaching? I dunno... But I got my reading and math scores awhile ago, and just received my writing score today. So, first off, a 41 is a passing score in each section. The test had 50 questions in the reading and math, and I'm assuming the writing was 50 points total for the two essays. My reading score was a 39 (below passing for just the section!) and a 46 for math. I needed a 123 total for all three sections to pass. I was kind of thrown off by my low reading score, but I still had a chance to pass the test. Today, I checked my email, and I got a 47 on the writing, making that a total score of 132. So I passed by 9 points! Woohoo. What was sad was that my writing for the essays were SOOOOOO BAD! It was all bullshit. The first topic was: Who is your inspiration and why. I talked about my dad, and how he came from a not so well off family, and moved to America, finding a good job, settling down, and raising a family. What made it an inspiration was that I wanted to be like that: have a good job, a good family, and live a good life, something I currently don't have myself. Anyways, you can see how bullshitted that was. Second topic was about an American issue right now. I talked about health care, and how America should have something similar to Canada's where everyone is giving health care, no matter who they are or what their income is, and just worked on that. Pretty lame, huh! 1/4/03 So my dream. Don't remember all the details, but I was in a room, and I know Paul was there. He was sitting down on a couch, and had some friends with him. I was in the room too. Suddenly, I saw him with a baby. I was thinking to myself...WTF?? I go up to him, and ask "Who's baby is that?" "Mine," he replies. "Who's the mother?" I looked around, and saw no women around. I was looking at one of his friends, and he was giving me a smirk. Then a woman appeared (didn't pop out of the guy). "She's my wife," he said, pointing at her. I looked at the baby, and thought that he/she was cute. But it got uglier the more I looked at it. Next part of my dream. Let's see...something about people going through the room we were in to go outside to line up for something. A huge stint to go do something opposed to the government that was run by the Al Queda. A bunch of people, one of em being a really fat guy, going in (well, it was a huge parking lot) and rescuing people or things, and stuffing them in the van. They were almost out, and decided to park the car. One of the enemies was setting up some sort of bomb, but away from the car. He grabbed the really fat guy, stuck the bomb on him, and flung him into the air, landing a few feet away. That's all I remember. OKAY!!! It is 6:47pm right now, and just to let you know...I am SOOOOOOOO BORED!!! So bored that I posted up a message and responded to several messages from people who were bored on craigslist in the bay area. I was playing Warcraft 3 for quite some time, and have grown tired of it..at least for the day. Oh GEEEZZ!!!! I need some more friends up here god damnit!!!
1/2/03
1/1/03 So for those of you interested in what I did last night, I went to a club in SF called Club 6. There were 2 floors, the top playing hip hop, reggae, and other stuff of that genre, and downstairs playing electronic music. I'm assuming the majority of people reading this have never been to a SF club. Let me tell you something. I have never seen so many people smoke pot in my life at a club. What's pretty strange is that people were smoking cigarettes also in the club, something that's not even suppose to be done indoors. It almost seemed as if everyone was doing it. You'll be glad to know that I only second hand smoked that stuff. Oh yeah, a bunch of Brandon's friends went to this place. Most of us pre-ordered our tickets for $25. The dance floor was pretty gross. Drinks were spilled all over the floor. There wasn't a single dry spot on the floor. Anyways, the night was fun, chatting away with various people. Oh yeah. This was the first time I went out partying for New Years. It was also weird because I was giving hugs to everyone I knew, something I also had never done before. That was pretty cool. Oh yea...towards the end of the night, I was just chilling on the couch, and these two guys sit right next to me. The one closest to me starts jabbering about something. I couldn't quite understand what we was saying because of his thick English accent. He talked a bit, and asked if I wanted a line of coke. Being me, very clean Ed, I declined his offer, and told him to enjoy it. He asked me twice if it was okay to do it here. I said, "yea." He asked me to nudge him if someone was coming down the stairs or whatever. I agreed. So he whipped out his coke, dumped a little on the table, which had been used by people for their drinks, a foot rest, and who knows what. He separated it into two lines; one for him, the other for his friend. Then the dollar bill came out. He rolled him up, and snorted up a line. Then gave his friend the bill so he could snort up the last line. I wanted to get out of there quick, but I wanted to do it inconspicuously. I waited a minute after they did it, and said I was going to the dance floor to dance. I stood up, and the guy grabbed my hand for who knows what reason. Then he got his friend to hold my hand too. They were F'd up. We got to the club at 10:30ish, and left at 4. Got back to Brandon's place, and just chilled for a bit. Didn't get much rest cuz of various noises.
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