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September 30, 2003

    Tomorrow is the one month anniversary of Donald's Random Page.  I will not provide anything for celebration, but you can make up your own.  There are many ways you can do this.  1.)  Grab a beer, tissue, lotion, and a porno, or just your finger and a porno, 2.)  Do absolutely nothing, as I usually do, 3.)  Throw a god damn party in honor of the site, or 4.)  Do whatever the fuck you want.

    Tomorrow, I am going to Point Break.  And to the AP students, I probably won't fucking cry, unless someone in the family or closely related dies.  I don't really like skipping classes (call me dumb if you want) or school rather, because most of all those times I've been absent/skipped a class, I miss something important (lecture, project, group work, etc.).  HINT, HINT MOM.  IF IT WASN'T FOR THAT GOD DAMN CAMPING TRIP I JUST HAD TO GO TO, I WOULDN'T HAVE MISSED 2 FUCKING PROJECTS AND A LAB!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Well, yesterday was going good, then I got pissed.  Kitto and I go to Spirit after school.  We're checking out costumes and other shit and were blasted with air guns.  Then we go to International Imports.  I check out this awesome Terminator shirt which I will eventually buy (if my parents weren't such cheap asses and use the money for their own fucking goods instead of giving me a fair allowance).  At the Dollar Store, I buy hella candy.  Kitto gets a sticker from the machines, and I check it out.  On one of the sticker columns I see the following sticker mocking a famous company: "God's Way" instead of Subway.  I was like what the hell.  It pissed me off because there were no Buddhism stickers, Satanism stickers, Confucianism stickers,  Islam stickers, etc. stickers.  I was hella pissed.  If they were going to do that, why didn't they put other religious stickers?  I don't really give a fucking shit if Christianity is the most popular religion worldwide or not.  Islam and Buddhism are famous, otherwise they would be thrown aside, so why not have stickers about Islam or Buddhism?  I still hate die hard Christians.  Yet, I like religions and ideas, although I'm more of an Atheist.  I attend Sunday Worship, but not for my sake.

    So that ruined my day a bit.  Yesterday's homework, when finished, consisted of: my 5-page POW (handwritten), a 2-page summary of the becoming of democracy in England, several one-variable equations that I solved, a newspaper article I made up, and a letter I wrote to Arnold Schwarzenegger from Meinhard Schwarzenegger, although I didn't send it, my Biology portfolio, and a unit review.  Very busy I was, indeed. 

    Today was going "great" then ended up stupid.  I got all my homework in (hoping they will raise my grades, esp. the POW) and did my best on my Biology quiz, which I hope I do good on.  I believe I have a new enemy, Mauriel Williams.  That guy just pisses me off, although he can be funny at times.  In P.E., I won't even fucking try to get the ball if it gets to Tom (unless I have it close to me), knowing he'll probably boot the ball and I get hit in my face or something. 

    OK, well, my mom's pissing me off again.  She constantly complains and nags about shit.  Right before I get out of the fucking car, she tells me that she'll lock my door unless I clean my room.  Just because my room is messy and I lost my key.  Apparently she doesn't fucking care that I wake up at 6 a.m. to go to school when I don't have a zero, and I work my ass off as much as possible.  If I try to lie down after I get home, I hear this loud assed, "DONALD!!!!!!!!!"

    My mom's newest rule: if you dirty a dish and don't wash it, wash a window.  I still "have to" wash 3 windows for dishes I didn't dirty.  Well, I'm pretty god damn tired because I was up late last night doing my homework.  So I wash the dishes, and go to my room.  My mom comes to my room and says, "You know, Amir's mother is coming here tonight, and the downstairs needs to be cleaned, so vacuum it."  I said I would in 5 minutes and keep lying down.  So the bitch grabs my electric guitar and brings it downstairs, preventing my usage of it.  It's not such a big deal, since a string is missing.  I asked her why she does this shit (without saying shit) and she tells me how this will affect my future.  SO, when I'm living by myself/with other people at a dorm or in a house and my room is dirty, the downstairs isn't vacuumed, or the dishes are dirty, some magical force (or my fucking mom) will lock my room door, take my guitar, and I will end up washing windows.

    I'm using the computer, and my mom bitches about my background: a picture of my biological father and my uncles in their past Halloween costumes.  She says, "Donald, what the hell is that?  I don't want to see that shit every time I turn on the computer."  Again, I told her that is the reason why I gave everyone their own Windows XP username.  And she still doesn't have to talk shit about my dad, or my uncles.  Fuck, they're actually nice to my mom.  Jerry and Hella Fucking Chunky Soup (don't blame me for any physical/mental damage you get).  I will soon add a new section entitled: The Great Tavakolis.  I'm out.

September 28, 2003

    The weekend shall end in a matter of hours.  Kitto did not tell me he went to Jason's house Friday after school.  Originally, Frances and I had planned to go see The Underworld on Saturday morning.  She couldn't get transportation so I said screw it and called up my grandma to pick me up.  So, Grandma and Grandpa come to my house to take me over to their house.  I had then learned that Uncle Frank was having a retirement party.

    When I got to my grandparents' house, Grandpa says that he has to go shopping and I decide to go with him.  We went shopping at Food King, the ultimate grocery store!!!!  We left for San Francisco at about 1 p.m.  Surprisingly, we arrived very early.  I helped out with setup (getting speakers and other musical equipment out), wiring things together, and tuning up the guitars, for there is no party without music.

    The party was awesome (but hey, every Estrella Family party rules).  I got home in time to watch MAD TV, but that show is pretty dumb now, especially their new fucking terrible Arnold Schwarzenegger who looks like Kevin Bacon.  I think that their new permanent cast members (Ike Barinholtz, Josh Meyers, etc.) were perfect as the amateur cast, and should keep originals, like Will Sasso.

    Anyways, I watched hella TV today.  The 49ers fucked up today, and they were against the Vikings.  Man.  I'm not even a hardcore football fan, but they were against the fucking Vikings.  I watched a bunch of nature shows, because they're hella cool.   Da ree-kall iss cahming ahp, ahnd Ah-nuld iss rahning fohr gahvahnuh, helahl. 

    You know what fucking pisses me off?  Bathroom etiquette, and I know I have good bathroom etiquette.  But, every fucking time I go to piss, shit, shower, or brush my teeth, I just know that I have to do the three following things: 1.) Wipe the fucking toilet, 2.) Flush the god damned thing, and 3.) Wipe the sinks clean.  They tell me I ruin the bathroom?!  Yeah fucking right.  I find it sad that I am the cleanest of the family.

    I read the Satanist Bible (but I'm not a Satanist, nor do I really think about religion) the other day,  and the Ninth Commandment of Satan reads: Satan has been the best friend the church has ever had, as he has kept it in business all these years!  I just thought that was hella funny.

    What da fuck?!

September 26, 2003

    It's been a fairly busy week for me.  I've had hella homework and problems with some teachers (to name one, Mrs. Matthews) as well as several projects/presentations.  As I eat this Grilled Stuft Burrito, I reflect upon the happenings of these past few days.  The site will have its one month "celebration" on the 1st (hurrah) although I shall supply nothing, and expect you (the reader) to just grab some food and watch a movie or entertain yourself in another way (video games, play ball, etc.).

      Anyways, I had last updated four days ago.  Since then, I've done nearly nothing great.  On Wednesday, I got an A- on my Japanese presentation, consisting of conversing for an extended period of time with Josh and Wang.  IMP2 is a fucking shitty class, and always will be, unless I transfer or drop out.  I have yet to complete my other priorities (aside from schoolwork, I have to buy (a) guitar string(s), go to Hot Topic, get a new doorknob, clean my room, do my laundry, and a bunch of other shit you don't need to know about). 

    Skipping everything else and jumping to today, I had two presentations.  I'm hoping I got A's on both of them, since the teachers told me I did good.  I did my bio presentation and a presentation in world history.  I got a lot of papers back from Ms. Darnell, and I calculate an 86% average so far.  I have joined the Na'eel's Cordoba Club, which is pretty cool.  I got my Red Cross Club shirt.

    I want a girlfriend.  I am in desperate need of something to look forward to everyday.  Someone to spice things up in my boring, dull life.

September 22, 2003

    THALAM!!!!!!!!!!  Well, A.J. has gone so I'm hoping to raid all his belongings that he left.  Yesterday, the A string on my guitar broke, so I'm going to buy one later, along with whistle candy from Asahi-Ya (the local Japanese store) and a new doorknob because I lost my key.  I feel like eating a Grilled Stuft Burrito right now. 

    This morning, in Japanese 1, Josh and I were hella messing around with Sean Wang.  I'm hoping Sean knows that I am just being friendly, but in a "weird" way (i.e. the shaking of the head and asking him hella shit he doesn't know in Japanese) according to him.  We have a test I haven't studied for tomorrow dammit.  IMP 2 sucked and that's all you need to (and will ever need to) know, as long as Mrs. Matthews is the teacher.  But any class with Matthews sucks ass. 

    Man, in biology, the project is due Wednesday and I haven't started.  But it's simple so it won't take too long.  I saw Tiffany Parker and her arm was hella red.  So I thought she either had wicked sunburn, eczema, or molluscum.  So she left class, and I was like, "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"  Man, Jordan, you're gay.  It's like this:

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    Fitness in P.E.  We had a sub in World History.  In English, I have to prepare my drafts for Wednesday.  Wang randomly decided to IM me today.  While Wang was away playing Starcraft, I tell him that he has 5 minutes to respond or else he's gay.  STOP THE RIAA!!!!!!!! 

    I have finished one part of my bio presentation now.  It is a PowerPoint presentation, displaying overproduction.  You can view it here.  I still have a lot too do. 

    WANG'S GAY PAGE!!!!!!!!

    The Warning of Wang:  Sean is a crazy annoying freak on the internet. Especially if he talks to you in the first 1st week online. He does not usually talk in school or any other crazy people place. He does however bombard you with messages if it is the first time he finds you online... Please be careful and give him money or candy.

    If Wang thinks he's crazy, he's seen nothing yet.

September 21, 2003

    A.J. has gone to Davis.  A.J. and I had out last meal together at Albert's restaurant.

September 19, 2003

    It is indeed fortunate that today happens to be Friday.  I've decided to add a little to the About Me section since I never really did anything to it.  This morning I happened to cross paths with Tiffany Parker.  We exchanged smiles and kept walking our own ways.  I didn't have a lot of homework to do so I walked around a lot.  Matt Martin hangs out in the End Zone and plays Magic every morning.  There was no quiz in Japanese 1 as Sensei Keeling desu didn't tell us, but she says there are such things as pop quizzes and the fact that teachers need not to warn the students as students must always be prepared. 

    Nothing too great in IMP2, besides the fact that I got a 90% on the last group assignment.  We didn't go to the cursed (not really) lecture hall.  So, the only bacteria that grew were from 5th period.  Damn.  So Jordan, Joey and I had to get some fuck's petri dish full of bacteria.  Then, we were assigned a new project: Joey, Jordan, and our new partner, Josh, must start research on Charles Darwin and his studies of overpopulation, variability, and adaptation.  We must present this in a visual enactment (skit, videotaping, etc.).  Man, P.E. sucks right before lunch.  We as a class are playing soccer.  Oscar and Crackhead are the only two who scored goals today (I assist with goals, but I haven't scored yet).

    Uh, yeah, today was Freestyle Friday, yeah, yeah, yeah.  So me and my homies didn't give a fuck and sat in the spot.  Man, Kitto, soooooo dumb.  In world history, I gave Tiffany Parker my whistle candy.  I would have given it to that dude next to me but he didn't give me a Starburst the other day and he says I'm dumb and I play Yu-Gi-Oh (well, I did).  Then later during class he pulled out shit that I'm smart.  Then the class got into separate groups and we all discussed who we thought were the 50 most famous people in world history.  I didn't have a group to work with, nor did I really want one.  I had come up with 25 so far, and I'm not sure they are all so significant (people such as Hitler, Jesus, Queen Elizabeth 1, and Ben Franklin). 

    English is pretty boring.  Jason agrees.  Bijan is having a party in honor of his friend Sam's leaving.  Kitto and I are upstairs, he plays Counter-Strike and I play the guitar.  After an hour or so of this, we decide to go downstairs.  Bijan and his friends want us to take the basketball hoop down.  Fuck no, whether I can do it or not.  So, we play a mixture of soccer and baseball; Kitto and Me vs. Bijan and his friends.  Bijan's friends need to watch their fucking mouths.

    Bijan's friends called me a nigger.  They also told Kitto to fuck off.  They were getting pissed because it was 2 people vs. 6 and we had hella handicaps to their advantage.  It's not so cool to do that shit.  When they reach high school they should watch what the fuck they're saying.  And I don't give a shit if I fucking cuss.  I don't do it around my brother and sister, and I don't do it to try to impress my friends or to think I'm helluva tough.  I pity the foo.

September 18, 2003

    Things got dumb after I finished yesterday's update.  My mom and dad lectured/scolded me because I got pissed off at them the other day.  They complained how I'm trying to set up access privileges for the computer and that sort of shit.  What the fuck.  Obviously, I will set up access for Bijan and Parissa, being the little shits they are.  My mom and dad have their own user names on Windows XP, and I have my own as well.  My mom says to my dad, "He has his own account on the computer and does God knows what."  Well what the fuck.  Of course I'm going to do my own fucking shit.  I don't want to be nagged at for an "inappropriate" background or some weird ass marquee I use as a screensaver ("EH.  BODOH BOHOR GOHKTOOLEH DEGE!!!!!!!").  My mom thinks that by turning off all the power (speakers, monitor, printer, and the computer itself) I restrict others from using the computer.  GOD DAMMIT.  The only fucking reason I showed them a little "attitude" is because they are sooooo fucking retarded they can't flip two switches and press two buttons.  Great Site.

    Today wasn't too bad.  This morning I was reading my World History book.  What was hella funny was Chanthy threw a stink bomb near the Huddle.  In Japanese 1, I shake my head towards Sean Wang and it pisses him off, which is funny (at least I think he knows I'm just messing with him).  I got a 100% on my last IMP2 quiz.  In bio, we just sat in the lecture hall and took a small quiz.  Tiffany Parker and I didn't talk too much, mainly because of the quiz and that shit about getting a 0 if you talk.  In P.E. we fucking lost in soccer again.  We fucking suck (I don't know if I'd be classified as a sorry ass soccer player), we didn't have a lot of people, and there's this one chick on our team who won't fucking do absolutely anything.  It's like, why the fuck don't you do something, fucking lazy ass.  Well, fucking Hector (I don't know how to spell his name) kicked the ball in my face and my glasses fell off, so I kicked him back (not very hard) and he took it personally and started to threaten me and socked my back.  Damn dumbass Mexican.

    During lunch, I bought my usual Gatorade and spicy Doritos (it fucking sucks having P.E. before lunch because you need that drink and food to give you enough energy).  Jason and I were on our way to the Japanese Club meeting.  We walk past what was the Filipino Club room, and we see a majority of white people, so we're thinking what the fuck.  It was hella hot in the Japanese room and I didn't know what the fuck they were talking about (not in Japanese or anything, I was unaware of the subject) so we left.  The Filipino Club room was empty after we left, and we went to the Islamic Awareness Club (at least I think it was the Islamic Awareness because I went to their last meeting and I saw the same people at this one).

    In World History, we got back into our groups and finished out worksheets.  We turn in mine because I did the most work and my group mates probably didn't do the worksheets or not as much writing as me.  Mr. Dixon decides to give us our grades so far (excluding participation points and some other shit); I learn I have a 75%.  I have that grade because I fucking missed the one group project from the time I went fucking camping, but my partners from that time wrote up the paper but it didn't make any fucking sense whatsoever so I said, "Fuck it.  I won't look like a dumbass and tell how I only know democracy as a form of government."  (I was supposed to present our report, but they [my other partners] are fucking stupid [one of them actually wanted to go to Dolores instead of stay in class at a new seat (WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO GO TO DOLORES?  ABSOLUTELY NO ONE UNLESS THEY'RE FUCKING RETARDED)] and it would be very noticeable)  Tiffany Parker and I talked a little bit during class and she says I listen to music very loudly (it is metal). 

    In English I fell asleep during S.S.R.  So yeah.  After school, Kitto and I go to the Red Cross Club meeting (my first time there).  As we finished our homework (we got there very early, on purpose) I got Kitto into Rob Zombie.  He heard "Reload," "Superbeast," and "Meet the Creeper."  I passed the "initiation rite" according to the president of the club by helping with setup.  There are hella people in the club. 

    You know what I hate?  Die hard Christians.  People who think caul babies were born from Jesus' robes,  and people who think nothing of more scientific and less religious explanations to the origin of the universe.  You should know about that CD with the song entitled, "Come, Now is the Time to Worship."  I noticed that there are no black people on that CD.  Are they trying to say that black people don't sing gospel?  I also hate people who think the only explanation to things are through religion, such as God creating humans.  Do they know nothing of the fossil record?  There may be plenty of missing links but it's one hell of a theory.  "Inherit the Wind" is a good movie.

    OK, so counterexample to the Bible time.  So, it's said that God created the world in, what, a week or so? On the third day he created the sun.  But, we, as people, know that one day is 24 hours when the Earth rotates as the SUN rises and sets.  So, how do we know if it was the third day if the sun ceased to exist?  What if it were 24 hours or 25 hours?  What if it were late on the 2nd day?

   I actually like religions and the holidays etc. involved.  I just tend to lean more towards the explanations from science.  I go to church occasionally.  When my grandma saw that I shopped at Hot Topic, she flipped out.  So I go to church for my grandma's sake.

September 17, 2003

    Things have been pretty cool lately.  This past weekend, the family was going to Santa Cruz (they ended up staying at my grandma's place).  I was left alone at the house for the weekend (hella dope).  Hey, I needed time alone and time away from them.  Well, they actually left on Saturday.

    Friday, after school, Kitto came over.  We just hung out and he was looking for a pirated copy of AutoCAD.  After Kitto left, I just played games.  Saturday, I woke up and got ready.  I called A.J. at about 10 a.m. to see if he was ready to check out The Flea (or just the flea market, I just call it The Flea).  That f00 was still asleep.  He came by at noon, and we left.

    The flea market kinda sucked, not a lot of stuff I was looking for (good, cheap drum sets and/or keyboards).  We went to his house after that.  Amu Behzad wants to take us out to a new Indian restaurant.  So we drive to the shop and he gets ready.  Amu Behzad drives us to the Bombay Restaurant.  THAT INDIAN FOOD WAS FUCKING GOOD.  So we drive back to the shop and Amu is having network problems; A.J. and I quickly set up a network and left for his house.

    We arrived, and A.J. decides to give me his guitar and amp (Man, A.J. is a hella dope cousin).  We pack that up and drive back to my house.  No one's home, so we just hang out until 5 p.m. when the boxing begins (De La Hoya vs. Mosley).  Oscar De La Hoya lost dammit.  I bust out with my "new" guitar.  A.J. leaves and I'm home alone, so I lock all the doors and shut all the windows. 

    Sunday morning, I woke up and got ready.  I played games for a few hours, but got hella bored.  I cleaned up the house (which was a bitch, but at least I did something).  I finished my homework.  Everyone comes back at 10 p.m.

    Nothing great happened on Monday.  Yesterday, Kitto came over for a few hours.  I had shown him my guitar, and he started jamming on it.  He made up a hella tight song that is a straight up insult towards me.  But I wasn't insulted, I thought it was hella funny.  Kitto has compromised and enjoys Du Hast.

    Club Rush was today at lunch.  I signed up for the Japanese and Filipino Clubs, and I signed Matt up for the Khmer Club.  In World History, I was talking to Tiffany Parker.  She enjoys listening to Marilyn Manson and Rob Zombie (that's hella tight).  I thought she'd listen to pop or something because she doesn't look like the type who listens to metal.  This is so fucking cool.

September 11, 2003

   I'm back.  Well, I was grounded and I had a lot of homework to do.  So being grounded helped out a bit.  Well anyway, last time I updated, Bijan randomly decided to throw a baseball at my head hella hard and thought it was humorous.  Well, I didn't, so I hit his head hella hard.  He started crying and I was "punished."  Well, I don't feel like updating every day.  I'll update when I feel like I should.

    I had a lot of shit to do during the past time.  Since I had to sacrifice a day of school last Friday, I had work to make up; I had a lot of work that I missed.  I went to open labs and test make-ups and just regular work.  School was OK today.  In Japanese 1, we have a quiz tomorrow I haven't studied for, but I use the morning to do any homework I haven't done, reading, etc.  Man, math was hella funny.  I wrote the word "dope" on Chris Huff's paper in a hella dope fashion, and Mrs. Matthews grabs Chris' paper and throws it away (although I don't think the dope part was the reason why).  Chris threw his pen hella hard at the wall (man, I hella miss his temper tantrums from fourth grade).  I apologized to Chris in a sincere manner (hey, it was his fucking homework).  But we're cool.  Anyway, Chris decides to get me a small electric drum setfor my birthday.  Chris is a cool dude, not just because I get an electric drum set for my birthday from him, but  I've known the dude since like 4th grade and we did the Men in Black skit at the talent show hella long ago.

    I think Biology is my worst class, mainly because I forget several pre-labs and I forgot to do 2 homework assignments, so I need to work on that (I think I have a REALLY bad grade).  I hate the fucking lecture hall, hella crowded desks for right-handed people, and it's hella hard to move around.  In the lecture hall, I usually talk to Tiffany Parker on my spare time or if she's stuck with something.  The lab is the best; I have Jordan, Justin, and Joey to talk to and we're like the best group ever.  Jordan is usually my lab partner. 

    Well, P.E. was alright  In P.E. we had to run a 1/2 mile in less than 5 minutes; I get a 3:42.  We fucking lost to Jason's team dammit and we kicked their asses yesterday.  I think we're the worst team or in 3rd place of 4.  Lunch wasn't too great; I bought a Gatorade and sat at the spot for awhile, talking to Angud.  I went to the Islamic Awareness Club meeting.  I asked if anyone there was Persian but I received no response.  I just want to say, "Salam," or some shit.  Fucking Kitto and Jason think Agent M is hella fucking ugly; dude, Agent M is fucking hot.  Well, in my point of view, Kitto's and Jason's definition of fine is probably either the chick from some J-pop band or the Luis twins (they're all hot too, but I think Agent M is the best looking of the previously mentioned).  Eric Sandoval thinks Rob Zombie is gay.  What the hell. 

    Eric Sandoval is Jacob Sandoval's brother.  Jacob Sandoval is Bijan's best friend.  Let's see, I met Eric when I was about 13.  Eric thinks I'm dumb and he can kick my ass; sure thing, man.  My intelligence exceeds his by far and he probably couldn't do anything to me if we were to get into a brawl.  Eric is a sports jock in my perspective (hey, he writes about the "awesome" Lakers in the yearbook).  I think he thinks he's hella hardcore (not my kind of hardcore) and ghetto.  He still has that jackass attitude from when I was at Brookside.  Well, since he says Rob Zombie is gay, I asked him if he listens to rap (and I'm sure he does).  He says he listens to any music, so if any music includes Rob Zombie, then what the hell.  Rob Zombie was pretty tight, but when I heard how much "The House of 1000 Corpses" sucked, I was like man, Rob Zombie's not as cool anymore.

    Getting back on the school subject, World History wasn't too exciting.  We have a new seating arrangement; I sit next to Tiffany Parker.  There's a quiz tomorrow which I haven't studied for, but I don't think it's too hard.  English will never be hella tight, at least Ms. Darnell doesn't bitch as much as Mrs. Gonzales did.  I partnered up with Nick and we do a write-up for "The Lottery." (actually I did the writing)  Then we have those fishbowls (metaphorically, not really fishbowls).  Nick then explains our views on the story to the other classmates.  I dunno what the hell happened to Kitto after school; I waited 10 minutes for him.

    I thought we would have an assembly or ceremony at school since today is 9/11.  It would've been proper to do so.  My mom gave me the monitor cable I needed (she took it away when I received "punishment," although I have like two other monitors in my room I can hook up).  Old Shit section is now opened.  Bah-bah came home with 9 guitar picks for me, which is hella cool.  My nose is congested.

September 7, 2003

    Well, I'm back from that god damn camping trip.  It wasn't as bad as my last trip.  Well, anyway, I stay awake throughout Thursday and on till Friday.  Everyone wakes up at 4 a.m.  We get out packing into the rig and go.  I found a Superbeast tab on mxtabs.net and I started playing around with it.  (I can now play the whole song).  I listen to my new random CD that burned Thursday in the car.  We stop near the Flag City and I get McDonald's breakfast for the first time in like 2 months.  We go to D.L. Bliss (the same place we go every fucking time in Tahoe, but it's not such a bad place) and start setting up the tents.  We finished, and I went to sleep in the truck (man, I soooo want one of those; they're hella tight).  I must've slept for like 6 hours.

    I get up and start playing Superbeast on my acoustic.  Frances gets in the truck because she's hella bored as I am.  So I stopped and we're talking for about 2 hours.  She said she'd hook me up with some goth chick she knows (let's hope she's reliable).  Frances tells me I need to get out of the truck; I refuse.  Frances then tries to pull me out of the truck, and after about 4 tries, I let go, and we're wrestling each other so that I can get back into the truck.  Then, Amu Farhad Jun Dege arrives at about 9 p.m. with his hella stupid daughters (but Amu Farhad himself is hella cool) and with Amu Behzad  (I so could've fucking gone with them and not sacrifice a day of school).  So Frances leaves me to go hang out with Mariam and I keep playing my guitar.  I went to sleep at around 11, but I couldn't get comfortable, as the back seats of the truck are not a bed.

    It's Saturday morning (around 7 a.m.), and I'm hella cold.  I got up to go shower, and man it was hella warm, but since the cold morning air flows throughout the showers, I get hella cold after the shower.  Amu Behzad and Maria take the kids for a "hike" for about 3-4 hours.  By the time they arrived, I left with the old dudes towards the casinos.  They want to go bet on the upcoming football, baseball, etc. games.  I'm walking all over the casino with them.  Then, we go to the store and buy the supplies. 

    When we get back, I go to the truck and continue playing Superbeast, because it's hella tight.  Ariana, a little 3-4 year old girl, who is like a cousin to me, asks me if I want her to paint my nails; I said OK and gave her my black overhead pen. She did one hell of a good job.  I go to the campfire about an hour of playing the random CD, and it's about 6-7 p.m.  Shahrzhad comes up with a "brilliant" yet random idea; the women will dress up all the guys in makeup, lipstick, etc. and the prettiest "dude," or the winner gets $50.  I got into the gothic look, and I hella looked like Richard Kruspe-Bernstein from Rammstein; I had my hair colored platinum, had black lipstick, and eye shadow.  So, all the dudes look like ugly ass chicks, although I wasn't going for a woman's look.  All the women are making their votes, and I'm playing Laichzeit on the guitar; I won.  I got 50 bucks for looking like a goth.  Man, I'm so good.  Maria caught the whole contest on tape.

    I leave all my makeup, etc. on.  I go into Frances' tent and she's got glow sticks up all over the tent, playing music like it's a low budget dance room.  I hear the following song lyrics somewhere: "Uh, yeah.  Bad Boyz 2 Soundtrack, yeah, yeah."  I said "WHAT THE FUCK?"  I don't participate in the salsa dancing, but I grab glow sticks and play the drum part to "Fixation on the Darkness" by Killswitch Engage.  Amu Farhad decides to take us (Frances, Mariam, and I) to the "traditional" going to the nearest beach at about 11 p.m. to look at the stars (and it's pretty fun, too).  I go to sleep in Bijan's tent (not actually his) at midnight.

    This morning, I wake up at 8 a.m.  I shower, get dressed, and we start to pack up.  Frances does my nails this time, and she does a good job.  My mom's interrogating me about the deal with Frances.  There's nothing "special" going on, damn.  I just know her really well and she's like another sister to me.  After 2 hours of packing, Amu Behzad decides to pay all the kids for helping; $5 each, but he owes me for last night's contest, so he gave me 10.  We get into the cars and split; one group heads towards some beach, the other towards Starbucks (I go to Starbucks).  Then we all meet at the one beach.  I'm there, and figure the water's way too damn cold for me to get in (it's hella windy, and you should already know the water temperatures).  Amu Behzad is in the water, but he's like a fucking walrus.

    I go to the pool near the parking lot, and some of the kids are in there.  I decided to jump in and swim a few laps back and forth.  Bijan jumps in and encourages me to throw him around; big mistake for Bijan.  Frances wants to wrestle me in the pool; I did promise her a rematch and a water match since I didn't go yesterday.  The "score" was like 8-2 my victory.  She got two because I let her get a freebie and she caught me off guard as I threw Shawn around.  After the pool, we got ready to leave.  Then, we're on the road for about 2-3 hours, get to the house, and unpack. 

    School tomorrow.  The section entitled "Old Shit" will open on the next update.

September 4, 2003

    Nothing too exciting happened to me today (well, nothing really ever happens that is exciting).  I get to school at around 7 a.m.  Usually I walk around campus or sit in "the spot" and read a book.  About an hour later, Jason arrives.  He told me I have a freshman's schedule (pretty much, yeah).  My new schedule goes into effect (P.E. for 4th, World History for 5th) today.  In Japanese1, we now have TWO (count 'em, two) Vikings in the class.  And I'm sure they're nice people, but they're still Vikings.  In IMP2 I actually paid attention (not that I'm always asleep or some shit; I'm usually talking to Chris Huff or making a drum beat).  Mrs. Matthews comes over and asks me to come to class during lunch. 

    In Biology, I didn't do much shit.  We just sit in the lecture hall and take notes or go to the lab.  We're doing a new lab (which I won't attend) at the table.  So, we (Me, Justin, Joey and Jordan) are making up the procedures.  Time to go to my "new" class, P.E. with Mrs. Whaley (even though I had her for 5th period)!!!!  Mrs. Whaley is a cool P.E. teacher.  P.E. is total dope now; not a lot of ghetto people (I think the closest to ghetto people are Ben, Oscar, and some other dudes) and most of the class actually does something.  (When I had P.E. for 5th period, it was too crowded and there were so many ghetto people like Robert Robbins and some other dudes and there were hella lazy, prissy, un-athletic people like Ruvi and other people)  Jason, Jerry (not the fag, although this one called Jason "pretty" today) and Matt Martin. 

    At lunch, I went straight to Mrs. Matthews' class.  Shit, I don't want a fucking detention and an F- or Inc.  She just told me to do homework 27 & 29, so I did.  I listened to my Kittie CD (awesome album; the band sucks now, as their old bassist and lead guitarist/vocalist left, with the old bassist being the hottest one) while I did the work.  Mrs. Matthews gives me 1/2 credit and tells me not to throw away my life by being lazy, which I won't, though I am pretty lazy for a nerd.  I guess the disposition has risen by 5 (talking in Morrowind terms) with Mrs. Matthews, although she's still crazy.  Nothing happened at lunch, as usual.  Lunch ends, and I'm off to World History with Mr. Dixon, the French teacher (Man, that's funny).  We're re-directed to room 1511, and I greet Mr. Dixon with, "Bonjour, jumappelle Donald." and he starts saying a bunch of shit in French.  We start by greeting each other and then bunch into groups of 3; I'm stuck with some dumb chicks who don't look too good.  They asked me hella dumb questions like, "Is that watch real," and, "You're one of those serious guys, aren't you?"  Well, I'll tell you, I can tell time with my watch, making it real, and I'm not too sure what they mean by "serious."

    I take a "shortcut" to English, and I see Jason in there.  I sit down, and class begins.  We read part of "The Scarlet Ibis" and write down analysis of the story so far (such as what I thought and my predictions, etc.)  The day ends and I walk to the old Pacific campus, where I meet Kitto to bring him home.  We're walking and Frances catches up.  I tell her I'm coloring my hair silver, and she thinks it's cool.  I see Tarin in her car on the way to the stoplights.  In the car, I tell my mom I have a lab I can't make-up tomorrow; she didn't give a shit. 

    Kitto goes home, and we make a stop at Taco Bell.  I tell my mom I want 3 quesadillas (1 steak, 2 chicken) and she says, "No."  I ask why not, and she says, "Because this is a snack.  If you don't eat lunch, bring some to school."  FUCK.  I fucking don't eat lunch so I can save up my money.  They pay me $20 a week for vacuuming, doing all the dishes, the trash, and the laundry.  They tell me to get a job.  I have all my applications filled out, but they fail to do their part: taking me to turn in my applications/ taking me to wherever I go.  I wouldn't trust them anyway, since they're too god damn fucking lazy to take me to school.  Would you care to give a poor rich boy like me some money?  E-mail me for more information.  (Although I don't expect most fucks out there to do so).

    I still hate my mom.  I got home to update.  So I'm here not doing much until my step-dad gets home, then she starts to bitch even more.  She starts tripping hella because I forgot to tie the trash bags so that flies wouldn't get in.  She's hella yelling and shit and I'm like, "Mom, shut the fuck up." to myself.  She says that from now on whoever leaves dishes in the sink has to clean the windows.  Then she says I can't go upstairs and that I have to rake the leaves from her fucking plants (but the plants are cool; they don't bother me).  So I finished them and she says, "Now go do the backyard." 

    I did, and I go inside.  My step-dad says, "Come sit here and watch football with me."  I respond, "No.  Hold up and I'll bring down my guitar."   I probably respect my step-dad the most out of anyone else I live with.  That's kinda sad.  Well, that's basically all of today.  I won't update until Sunday evening or Monday because we're fucking camping tomorrow morning, when I have fucking school and shit.  GODDAMIT.  Well, I'm out.

September 3, 2003

    Today was plain stupid.  So I wake up, shower, etc. and before I eat breakfast, my sister's stupid rabbit-thing runs out of the backyard into the street.  So I'm chasing it all morning and eat almost nothing.  Then Kitto arrives and we go to school.  I'm there and I walk towards the Student Service Center.  Everyone is getting their Student I.D. Cards.  I get mine, and it looked shitty. 

    I tried not to smile, but the fucking lady who took my picture made me.  I tried the blank expression last month during orientation, but she tells me to look at her big nose (and her nose was like, "BAM" humongous) so I laughed and the lady takes my fucking picture.  I looked like I was half-smiling and half-sucking-on-a-lemon-looking.  Damn.  Oh well.

    Nothing great in Japanese 1, just some new kid, and my quiz score was hella bad.  IMP2 will always suck, mainly because I have it with Mrs. Matthews, who's like really crazy.  Biology wasn't bad; small lecture but no homework.  World History wasn't bad either; I found out I'm to never have Mrs. Tutupalli for a teacher (which isn't too cool; Mrs. Tutupalli is pretty tight, and all my classmates there are hella cool) because of schedule changes (even though I don't have my new schedule).  Lunch wasn't great; I just typed up Jason's report on Kitto's laptop and didn't eat.  P.E. was weird; I switched P.E. periods even though I didn't request it.  And in English, we had S.S.R. and had to get our essays checked (I'm hoping she gave me a 100 on it).  I finally get my schedule. 

    My schedule is so fucking gay.  Last week I turned in the schedule change so that they can add a 0 period; they just fucking switched my 4th and 5th periods around.  So English finishes (I'm not taking Kitto home) and I see a fight.  It was between Alphonso and some Asians (I knew Alphonso from 7th grade; he's a total dumbass).  I get to ye old Pacific Campus and talk to Matt Martin and Sebastian for 5 minutes, then leave.

    I get into the car, which was past the stoplight.  My mom drives us to the Marina Marketplace to buy mushrooms.  At the store, I'm hella hungry looking at all the food.  We get the stuff and get back into the car.  My mom asked me if I needed clothes for camping.  I told her, "Camping?  I'm not going camping."  She then starts her near-daily bitching.  She says, as we drive home, "Oh, you're going camping.  You know, you can't get what you always want."  I said, "You told me, last time we went camping, 'This is the last time we're camping' and that you said if A.J. doesn't go this time, I don't have to either."

    "Well, I changed my mind.  Like I said, you can't always get what you want.  You want to have everything you want, go to your dad's house.  You know, it's your choice.  You can move out if you want, but I won't take you back this time.  There are two choices for you; one will have a very big effect.  If you go, we'll get over it.  Actually, I never got what I wanted; that's why we're divorced.  They've got everything, don't they?  They're so great, huh?  Your Aunt Diana tells me everything.  What do you think will happen if you start taking drugs, or if you start having sex at such an age?  You look at me; I live with my own family.  Your dad lives with his parents and does God knows what and he doesn't work.  You know, you don't act like a member of the family; you don't act like a big brother, my son, or your step-dad's step-son.  Your step-dad loves you enough to provide for you, and lets you call him "Dad."  Get in the house."

    Man, my mom's such a fucking bitch.  She jumps from camping to my dad.  I can see the relation she's made. But she doesn't have to talk shit about him, fucking bitch.  And now I have my aunt against me too.  What shit.  Well, my dad never bitches at me, not does my grandpa or grandma.  I don't get everything I want at their house.  I'd never do drugs; my dad doesn't, he just smokes.  I know I'm not going to have sex at this age; my dad didn't.  I am not so dumb as to throw my life away easily; my dad fucking works.  He does indeed live with my grandma and grandpa.  If that were my case, I'd screw the opportunity of living with my mom.  How the fuck do I act like a big brother; I am a big brother.  I may not be the best example, but I know I'll protect them.  I don't fucking hate my step-dad; he's pretty tight, he just needs to know when I want time away from them.  To act like a member of the family, do I need to be gay (not saying they are) or like a prep or whitewashed?  Do you know how to "act" like a member of the family?  Tell me here.  My mom sucks.  What a bitch.

September 2, 2003

    Yesterday went by quickly.  Mainly because I was at the mall alone for six hours reading a book that I needed to catch up on.  I'm thinking about what I should put in the pictures section, so maybe it'll be up soon.  Frances wants to have a party eventually.  I'll probably dress "weird."  I'm nearly finished with a report for English.

    Well, today I didn't do a lot of shit.  I told myself I'd go jog in the morning, but I didn't.  The Pinkerton children came over for awhile (not the old security).  Frances and Angie also came over.  I didn't see a real reason why.  I just sat on my ass all day, played some guitar (w/o skill) and some video games.  Bijan's friend said he'd "beat the hell out of me" in Nightfire for XBOX; I kicked his ass.

    The four-day weekend ends.  That sucks, but then again that's cool.

September 1, 2003

    So, I finally get off my lazy ass and decide to make the site.  It's random, so yeah.  There might be a bunch of things yet to come, but don't count on it.