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02.25.05
My local baker thinks he's so funny. He bakes loaves of bread for sandwiches and he makes an even number of cuts, so there's an odd number of slices. I make my way through most of the loaf and then just as I'm pulling out two slices to make a BLT, I realize there are 3 left. This happens every time. Bastard.

That's my joke for today. None of that is real.

02.22.05
Here I am again. I blew this whole weekend sleeping. I think it's because of this gloomy weather. There's not much you can do, or want to do with all this rain. It just kinda sits on you, like you're locked in a room and someone farted a nasty one. So that's pretty much all I did...sleep. I watched this movie called Inspiracion that I had but never got around to seeing. Finally popped it into my xbox since I had nothing else to do. Wait, I did a bunch of driving around again. Other than doze, that's about all I can say I did. Just drove. I was looking for deals and stuff since it was President's Day. Well, on Thursday I got some clothes from Mervyn's cuz their gear was like 50% off Clearance prices. They don't have the best stuff there, but hey, when pants are 10 bucks, you close one eye in the mirror and forgive the size. I was happy with that. Recently my car stereo crapped out on me, coincidentally when my cd player stopped working. I replaced the cd player a couple weeks ago with a nice new name brand one. Panasonic. It got a digital tuner too. Let's hope the extra money was worth it. Otherwise, I'm going back to the crap. Anyway, today I went online in search of deals for a car stereo that plays mp3 cd's. I ordered one from circuit city. That place is great. I did the in-store pickup, which meant I saw it later in the day, within a matter of hours. On the way there though, I stopped at a couple of other places to price shop. Fry's had some decent deals, but I passed on all them. Eventually I got the damned deck and took it back home. I took out my old deck and opened up the new one. Looking at the wires on the new one, I realized that I had to buy some electrical equipment, which I did, at Home Depot and Radio Shack. A wire stripper, heat shrink tubing, electrical tape, and a soldering iron later, I went home again. I waS ready to replace the old player. Then I realized that I still had my Ol' Dirty Bastard cd in my ol' dirty deck. Shit. I hooked the wires back up and what the hell...the cd started playing perfectly. What's the deal. You mean I wasted all this time, buying all this crap? So I packed up my new deck and neatly tucked back all the little accessories and documentation. Then I went out a little bit later to Office Depot to get some random shit...which ended up being a pencil sharpener and some plastic bins. On the way, I was feeling good, listening to my resurrected no-name cd deck. Then it started acting all funky again. Then it died. It didn't die, it just didn't function. Fuck it, I said. So I changed my mind again and busted out the new one and went to work. I soldered up all the little pieces of crap and hooked the whole thing up. Feeling real number one, I decided I had to test the thing out. This was about midnight. It was time to cruise again, like I used to, when there used to be music in my car, before my old cd player gave out. It was dark and raining, but I just drove. Kept driving. Got some donuts. Went on PCH for a while until I got tired. Then I drove back. And here I am. Done. Eva Mendes, that's my whole sentence.

01.29.05
You might have noticed recently in the news, at your local grocer, that Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston broke up, apparently because of Angelina Jolie. This whole drama has kept me laughing. I hate Friends. Anyway, I remember one day the headline on one or more of the tabloids read "Why Brad Left Jennifer" or something to that effect. I didn't bother to pick it up. I already knew. It made perfect sense in my head. If I were Brad, I'd leave Jennifer too. The dude is top 10 material. Jen is...not. She doesn't even get honorable mention. No consolation prize. She gets a "Thanks for coming, good luck next time." Yeah, next lifetime when you actually look good. Sorry. Let's recount all the memorable things she's done. One: starred in Office Space. Two: posed on Rolling Stone cover. Three: damn. That's great. Go home, woman. You've just woken up from your dream. And then another day the headlines said "How Jennifer found out about Angelina." Fuck, didn't bother to read any further. I already knew. I could just picture it. Brad comes back home with a footprint sized lipstick mark on his collar. "When did you get DSL?!!!!"

Just imagine

Eva Mendes, you win.

01.11.05
Today was one of the most beautiful days. I woke up eventually, after hitting the snooze button about 3 times. Luckily I didn't have class until later that afternoon. I think the second time I hit the button, I got up, turned around, and saluted my big eva mendes poster on the wall...like she's the reason I can get up. I looked out the window, previewing in my head what I would be wearing to suit the rain today. No rain. No dark clouds. The sun was out and I felt good. No reflections on the pavement. The street had returned to its normal dry state. Realizing that the light didn't equal heat, I dove back under my covers until the alarm sounded again. It's good knowing that you have 3 hours until class starts. Went to the shower. Nope, don't feel like doing any pushups today either. I was feelin aright, meaning good. I was planning on hitting up the surplus store in the morning to see if I could find a navy peacoat on account of the weather. Left the pad at 11. Class starts at 1. Rolled my windows down and played that fourth disc in the Motown compilation set. Yeah, still cold, but worth it. Drove like I was riding a horse. Cruised when I hit the section of Orange where there are crosswalks with blinking lights at every intersection. Found the surplus shop. Found nothing good. Went to get myself some 11:30 breakfast slash lunch. Ate it outside at a table, not one under a heatlamp. Pointless with that wind. Got a roast beef sandwich. Fuckin awesome...had the sprouts and all, and some penne on the side, and a mini cookie. More like a hard piece of sweet shit. Still delicious. Still loving the day. The espresso with the sandwich made me brown inside. I walked out to the street and looked in some of the antique stores. One looked particularly interesting because of the model on display in the window, lookin all 50's and shit. Or maybe 40's. I said, "I want to look like that," the same way everybody else does when they see the mannequins at their own places, in my head. I found myself turning coat hangers and rubbing fabrics...on ladies dresses. Realizing my error, and quickly playing it off as simple curiosity, I moved on. I'm sure the lady at the counter was about to tell me to check out the men's section. I beat her to it. They had some nice old clothes. Picked myself out a coat. For some reason I just had to have the houndstooth. I didn't care if I didn't have anything to go with it. Just had to have it. So I do. I have it. Drove back in perfect time to make it to class. Knew the answer to every bit of hip hop trivia the professor could throw at the class. On our break, I went out to the vending machine to get myself some peanut M ampersand M apostrophe esses. Saw a girl from the class. Amazingly pretty. Then I saw her face. Gorgeous. She had the darkest hair, and since she tied it back, some of the ones that didn't quite make the minimum height requirement to be included in the scrunchie, the ones lowest on the neck, kinda just chilled and pretended like they were cool enough to hang out with the tied bunch. Same stance. I'm not sure why that was so hot. It just was. She slipped me a tip about there being some chips stuck at the bottom of the retrieving trough of the machine. So I grabbed them. Thank you. Thank you, Lord...of fine female specimen delivery. I grabbed the chips and got some ememems. And then I went to my physics discussion. It should have been a comic strip, or whatever you call it when it's just one square. Comic square. I'm a comic square. Put a frame around this. Three students in the discussion, not including me. So that means four students in the discussion. One of the two chicks was round. Nice round. She went up to draw some curves for a graph. It was just so well drawn on the chalkboard above her head that the composition was perfect. She was reaching up to trace some slopes and all I could do was look at her two backside boobies, tucked so neatly in them jeans. I wondered what it would be like to be a q-tip that she accidentally sat on. Like a room full of pudding. Anyway, then I left. This dude handed me a flyer because I looked cool. Thanks, man. I've been waiting my whole life for this day: the day when all my hard work at trying to dress cool actually paid off. Came back to my place. Didn't do a thing besides cook some more penne with pesto, drink some white wine that tasted especially good this time at its chilled temp, and work on a t-shirt design. Bullshitted my homework with a pencil. Scrounged up some change to get some Lee's sandwiches and here I am. Full off that barbecue pork plus a baguette and Sidral apple soda. Night, my beautiful day. Night, eva mendes.

01.06.05
To tell a good story. I hate it when I don't update for a buttload of days because it means that I have a buttload to say and not a buttload of time or patience to sit down and type out that buttload. You probably already know that Napoleon Dynamite is damn near the best movie ever. That and the Kill Bills...instant classics. I don't know the classic films too well. I probably couldn't name 10 of the top AFI movies. Well, let me try. Citizen Kane. That's it. My point, to return to it, is that I'd put these two modern movies right up there with that punk-band-by-night institute's picks. No need for review. I don't have to watch all of them to know that Napoleon and Kill Bill could replace two of them. I just know. Hate me for saying it and for being unabashedly ignorant, but dude, I just said it, "I know." It's not about taste. Okay, maybe it is a little bit. But look for a second. These movies play on all precedents. Any work today has to deal with the context of contemporaries and the sometimes stretched comparisons to previous works, but hey, tell me if you've ever seen a movie like these two. Napoleon Dynamite is a deep flick. I keep saying that. "It's a deep movie, what can I say?" "I'm telling you, it's a deep movie." It's a deep movie. Consider the greatest theme that seems to bug some people, time period. The movie's setting is constantly a conflict of anachronism. Everything would seem to suggest a year in the '80s, but such is not the case, I would say. They have internet. Maybe '90s, except the urban style of Kip's gear is quite modern. Cage fighting. And that jam at the end, by Jamiroquai...I remember listening to that track in high school and being lame, coincidentally at the same time. Now I'm cool, though. There is nothing that says that it isn't today. Take the name: Napoleon Dynamite. That's the combination of two devastating forces from different times. Buh-BAM!!! If you didn't like the movie, you were probably one of the cool kids. I'm gonna let loose a shocker and tell you that I was one of the rejects. Pedro is my hero. I think he's retarded, but man, that guy can still be president. How deep is that? Fool's a player too. Buh-BAM!!! Just like the ladies at the Perry Ellis outlet in Gilroy. Damn. Cee-lo has got himself an awesome album. Listen to that. Shit, I got hella shoes. I want to send a shout-out to Wal-Mart and a "rest in peace" to Sam Walton. That place has the magical ability to remind me of things I never knew I needed. Like black pencils. So damned slick. If you see me on campus, look for one. I'll be waving it like a magic wand, getting girls to drop their drawers. Good Joke! And McDonald's. It just got to me. For some reason, the store has a way of making me feel famished. The hell? I thought I was gonna die if I didn't eat, so I succumbed. Big Mac Meal. So hit the spot. Fuel for power shopping. Got a shoe rack? Shoe polishing kit? Suede brush? Shoe protectant spray? I think I should just go naked except for kicks, and a boner. Good Joke. Downloaded like 5 more Eva Mendes pictures.

...don't act like you didn't laugh.

11.11.04
Interesting day. Everyday is an interesting day. New stuff all the time. Been working on my Basic Video assignment this past week. I'm supposed to make a documentary, and it has to be 3 minutes long at most. I wasn't sure what I was gonna do at the beginning, and I still don't. I decided I wanted to do something on toy collectors and American history. Don't ask me what I'm trying to say with this piece, cuz I'm stringing it on the barest of threads. Anyway, I woke up this morning, on this fine Veterans Day, pretty early. Considering I didn't have school and nothing really important to do, I was surprised I got up before noon. I'm glad I did, too. I was knocked out after I ate my giant plate of pasta ragu (ground beef). No, I didn't use that Ragu pasta sauce. That stuff is crap. I might have been better off with it though, cuz I used like 5 cloves of garlic and half a fat onion to make my sauce. And ground beef. I had no idea it was so filling. Is it just coincidence that it looks like ass, and does serious damage from the ass? I dunno. I should try dog food. No. I mean, this morning I was making an astrojump out of my bed. Like a hot air balloon with my colorful covers. It was rotten too. When I got into my desk chair, it didn't stop. Smelled like poo cheeseburgers. Like if somebody took a crap on a burger bun, and laid a slice of Amcerican cheese to melt over it while it was still hot, then put the top bun on top, and then held it up to my nose...that'd kinda be what it was like. It was like man, I'm about to eat this McPoopy. Like right in my face. Right there. Hahaha, ok not that bad. I just wanted to make it seem funny. In actuality, it wasn't. I said ugh when i smelled it. So I was on my computer just chillin. Yeah, downloading plenty boobie pictures with all this time I had. Then I went to the toy shop where I was going to get some final shots for my video. But first, I stopped at the Little Caesers next door to it, and goddangit, the cashier chick was looking good. Well, as good as you can look wearing unflattering black pants and loose polo with the little cartoon emperor embroidered on it. I was there for the 5 buck pizza deal, but for some reason, I took way too long to figure that out when it was my turn to order. Real simple, man. Not too many items on the menu. Ok, pepperoni pizza. So I read the words right off the sliding plate on the big overhead menu, as I always do when I'm ordering at places like this. I think it's so I don't look like a pig that has his order memorized out of frequency. Like oh, this is the first time I've ever eaten fast food. I tried to do it in the slickest chill mode I could too. Yeah, doesn't really work when you're obviously ordering a Large pizza and 2-liter for yourself to consume. Matter of fact, that jug of Fanta is next to my foot as I type this. It's a quarter empty at most. So like I was saying, I was doing that cool shit. And when she was looking down to search for the button for the 2-liter, that I'm sure nobody ever orders because they can just go to the supermarket, I was like "Has anybody ever told you you look like Eva Mendes?" I don't think she understood what the hell I was talking about. I had to repeat the question and the name several times. I have problems with enunciation apparently. She had no clue who I was referring to. I don't think she really cared either. She did though. She looked a lot like her. And even if she doesn't really, she was still hot. That chick behind the counter at the Little Caesers. Yep. I think I might go back, except the pizza was terrible. I should have known. I got it over the summer. But I just wanted to give it another chance. Who cares, I'm still going back. How unslick am I. I know you're laughing. I'm glad you are. I still can't talk to chicks. That's honesty, baby. I think the only reason I said something so stupid was because I knew there was no way I could ever hook up with her. It's all love. No worries here. Eva Mendes, I want to make romance inside you.

10.11.04
Frack. I really don't feel like drawing right now. This assignment is way too time consuming. It's great how I'm doing it on sketch paper instead of drawing paper cuz now it's basically throw away material. I wipe my ass with paper heavier than this. What's even better is the fact that this is a two part assignment, a diptych, woohoo. So yeah, that means I get to start the next part when? Oh, tomorrow? Oh, and the whole thing is due when? Thursday? What is that? I have to wait until tomorrow because you won't tell us what the second part is yet? Great, to top it all off, I have to be reminded that my drawing professor is incompetent. I'm not making any claims about my own abilities or experience, but I tell you what. I can draw a damn cube in two-point perspective. Hell, I can even do it in three-points. Can I draw a rotated cube? Hmm, I'm not sure, but I can sure as shed tell you that the way you explain it is ass stupid. It makes no sense, dumb witch. All you do is distort the perpective. You ain't rotatin smack. Eat this. And thanks also, for pointing to me in class after you've given your lecture of excrement, and asking me if I got it or not. You're right, I did have a confused look on my face like something wasn't right. You ain't right. Take a damn drawing class. No wait, wrong advice. That's where I am. Go look at a cube and draw it. Rotate it. then draw it again. Then come to a college art class to talk about how elementary school that was. Pissed. Yep, no motivation whatsoever. For the record, yes, I can draw a rotated cube. I can also draw a rotating spit grill with your head on the skewer, you ape. Eva Mendes, my love is endless. Maybe that'll get me drawing.

10.07.04
Being back in class is an odd experience. Sometimes I wonder why I'm still in here. Eventually I'm gonna finish this damn degree and graduate. By then I hope it's worth something cuz I sure as hell haven't been taking one long shit these past few years. I really have to think what I'd be doing right now if I wasn't going to school. That's a little scary. But damn it, my drawing class is crap. The dumb lady that is my professor doesn't know what she's talking about. I seriously get the urge to raise my hand and to argue against her in class, but nobody has time for that. Forget it. Forgive me. I'm not really articulate tonight. And video too. Something's wrong with that professor too. I really don't need to start every class listening to his political stance. I could argue his ass too, but nobody has time for that. I think some people need to shut up. Time to get back to business, Eva Mendes.

09.30.04
Uh oh, guess what? This dude's page is back. Uh oh, nobody cares. I've finally gotten bored enough to come back to updating this thing. It's a dead dog. I gotta beat it with a stick to make it do tricks. First off, I gotta say, and I have to say this first only because I'd forget otherwise, I'm dying here. Seriously, man. Today, or at least I think it was today, I was walking across the campus, like I will be doing often now, and this damn chick walked in front of me. Damn you woman! You were sent by the devil, I know it. Curse you for wearing those damned white pants that actually become see through because of their thinness. And I hope God forgives you for not wearing any panties underneath, a fact brought to attention only because of your rice paper pants. That's evil. Oh yes, and I bet Satan is rewarding you handsomely for trotting heavily in front of me...going downhill! That's some shock absorption right there, not to mention the malevolent jello-ing of your two booty hemispheres. Devil. As if you'd ever read this. Forget it, I'm going to bed. Eva Mendes, tienes tremendo....

06.14.04
You know it's bad when you can recognize the pornstars in music videos. I'm not sure which came first. Tera Patrick in the Fat Joe video was easy, you just had to catch it. Jenna Jameson in the Eminem one was a given, it was written on the screen. Then in Siena, I was watching the Mark Ronson and Ghostface video, and I swear I saw Ann Marie in it. I can't be 100%, but I'm pretty sure. But the other day the Murs and Digital Underground video popped onto the tv, and I recognized the two main chicks, Olivia O'Lovely and Simone. I was like damn. How the hell? Then just now, I watched the NERD Lapdance video, and dangit, it was Cheyenne Silver and Dayton Rains. I even got the last names. That's when you know something's wrong. I don't care.

06.09.04
David's my best friend now. That's Sam's little brother. We all had some Popeye's today. That kid brought me a coke. Except for the fact that he was cheering on the Lakers while we were eating, I would say he's cool. When the game was over, we were watching Mythbusters--lame show by the way, the two dudes who run the experiments are complete dumbasses and know nothing about science. Busted! That's what they say when they disprove a myth, or prove a myth rather, proving that it is indeed just a myth. "I think we can say this myth is totally busted." Dumbasses. Your show doesn't prove jack-squat. Anyway, that's not the point. So I was watching this crap block of Discovery Channel and I was kinda thirsty. "You got another coke?" David says yeah and he comes back with another coke, all cold like that. Good boy. I enjoyed that one for reals. And he wanted to go to Blockbuster so Sam could FLIP-IT!, yeah, FLIP-IT! He even said it when he walked into the door, stopping before the security sensors so he could let the cashier know he wanted to exchange his game. "Can I FLIP-IT?" Yes you can. See, David knows a lot of music. I was on the iMac in Sam's room looking through his iTunes playlists. I saw David's picks. I saw Dip It Low, Christina Milian. "You have Dip It Low?"
"Yeah."
"Where'd you get it?"
"Limewire."
"Have you seen the music video?" Some of you might have read my earlier entry on this page. If you haven't, just know that it's hot. But hot is not for kids.
"Yeah, I seen it."
"Where?" I was surprised.
"On TV." Duh.
"Dirty. You're dirty." He giggles. "Man, that's dirty." Don't I know it too. Wow. This kid listens to everything. He's got some G-Unit, some Usher, some William Hung, some Lil John stuff, and oh yeah, I got Keith Murray's Candi Bar and he put that on his iPod. This kid's down. So like I was saying, we were at Blockbuster, but then we left. Sam suggests we go to McDonald's to get some ice cream. Sorry man, closed, just like I told you, last time too. "There's Carl's Jr.," he says, since we're going to Kinko's next, "but they don't have ice cream." Nice suggestion.
"But they got milkshakes..." I chime in. And then I knew that sparked something. Accompanied by David from the back seat, I kicked it with him in stereo, "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like 'it's better than yours.' Damn right it's better than yours. I can teach you but I have to charge..." Then as the chorus is about to start up again, I cut it off a little bit into it, and that ended it. David knew that down. I stirred it up in him. Sam was shaking his head driving. Can't believe his brother knows that song. Can't believe he's singing it with Myron. I think David's 11, 5th grade.

06.08.04
San Francisco is a beautiful city, especially at night. The lit up buildings and Sam pissin on the side of the road. We hopped out of his Jetta, the "nicest car" parked along the curb according to him, and this worried him cuz he was afraid his would get jacked first. He had been holding his pee for days. No bathroom at the corner donut shop, no chance at the Carl's Jr. up Market street either. So he kept his pee-hole squeezed till we got back up here to North Beach and Broadway. So he got out and I got out and I walked down the hill cuz "I don't know him." He doesn't know, but you could hear the apple juice splash for a good block. That tinkling echoes off the fronts of the apartment buildings facing the street when there aren't any cars around. I'm willing to bet he woke a few people up. "Who could be watering their driveway at this hour?" Sam. Like I told him, "at least I piss in a cup," hoping he'd remember that last time I did piss in a cup, that last time we were here and ate wings at Original Buffalo Wings, that restaurant. Large soda with ice. I was finishing the drink and eventually felt the urge. I even have a picture. Not bad though, I was surprised he held it for so long. I couldn't do the same earlier tonight, except I was holding in my poo. I had Baja Fresh for lunch, three tacos, with a lot of Tapatio. I thought I got away from the major crap curse when I sat on the toilet at home. This was after dinner too. Maybe dinner pushed out lunch. No. It had to wait until we were on 101 and bumping around on crappy roads. I almost lasted into the city, but no. Had to get Sam to pull over at a gas station immediately. Damn it burned, but it was mild. I've had worse. Still, like I told Sam, "it's like when you eat wings and your lips feel like they're burning...my butt lips are burning." Yep, just like Original Buffalo Wings.

Eva Mendes is stupendous.

06.05.04
My goodness, it's been days since I've written here. Nothing worth talking about. Man, same stuff, day in, day out. Been trying to make this summer productive. Have as few lazy days as I can. So far I think I've been doing ok. Bradley's got me booked up 5 days a week, and work just tires me out enough that I can barely do anything when I get home. Feels good going to work. Feels good putting my hands to use. They say that idle hands are the devil's playground. At night I do the devil's work. Who says that anyway? Nobody. Feels good getting paid. I'm still sittin on a paycheck I need to deposit, literally. I got it in the envelope, tucked into my back pocket. That's a bit more than a hundred bucks waiting to be put to use. I'm trying not to think of stuff to buy. So far amazingly, I haven't been tempted enough by anything big. A couple nights ago I went to Fry's, and shiet, you know I had to spend money. You can't go to Fry's and just walk around like there aren't crazy deals everywhere. Damn, I shoulda known. I bought a pack of photo paper, got ripped off. That and the newest Lowrider mag with Snoop on the cover. I guess I've been pretty good with my money. Actually, not really. Just as long as I make more than I'm spending, I figure I'll be ok. Sittin on a couple ideas for shirts at the moment. I have no idea how I'll push them though. Damn, I should get out. My room smells like ass. Nah, but besides that, I just need to get out and chill somewhere, like a cafe or something. Why? I dunno. I just uploaded a crapload of pictures. Check them out above under My Photos. You might need a Yahoo! ID to get in, but man, if you don't have one, it's about time to get one. Eva Mendes keeps me dancing.

05.11.04
When the hell did I get back to the states. No idea. Anyway, it sucks I lost my sketchbook on the bus on the way over to Rome. There went 4 months of my ideas on paper. Lame. Oh well, let's see how much of it pops back up when I'm working on new shit. Man I love my XBOX (all caps like the logo, biatch)!!! I finally beat 007 Nightfire. Damn, that game was pretty hard. I had to sell out and go online to read the walkthrough. No way I could have done it without the hints. Watched this movie called Wasabi. Pretty damned terrible. Wow, my life is so not interesting.

04.28.04
Check this. You need to see Christina Milian's Dip it Low video. I remember when I kept hearing this song on the radio but could never figure out who it was. Then one day I was watching tv, eating my Spicy Pringles and drinking some Coop apricot-mango juice, and it came on. Crazy. Look here.

Daaaang.
Dirty.
Who taught this girl how to move?
I never knew painting could be so fun.
That's a funky hair color.
Whoo.
Exactly.
I'm in trouble.

I just finished watching The Passion, and all I have to say is "The book was better." Man, I hate it when people say that crap. Like, oh, you could've done without seeing it acted out. Your imagination was good enough. Like we have friggin 2 days to sit and watch a damned movie. That's like their summarizer..."Oh, yeah, it was pretty good, but I still say the book was better." Man, shut up. The other part of that, that pisses me off, is the fact that they're letting you know right there that they already read the book, before they saw the movie. Aright, son. You can read. Like you have such good taste in books that you read ones that get chosen to be made into movies. Like, man, I was up on it centuries before you were, just cuz it's on a less technologically advanced medium. "Yeah, before all this movie-making crap, I experienced it, in a BOOK, on PAPER! Yeah man, take that!" Take this, muhfucka. Anyway, terrible movie. The violence didn't get to me so much as the fact that there was no damned conflict. I swear every elementary school teacher makes it a point to force kids to understand that stories gotta have a conflict. At least that's what I learned. I just watched a moving picture illustration of one scene in the Bible. Finished like nothing. Nothing changed. Straight linear. Man, I would've hated to be one of those people who actually bought a ticket and sat through that movie eating popcorn. How can you eat popcorn when Jesus is gettin tore up? That's kinda sad. Well, I was eating Raisin Bran, a banana, and an apple. My breakfast. In any case, didn't like the movie. I thought I was watching Braveheart again or something with flashbacks. I don't think any of those flashbacks really helped move the story along either. They just kept referencing another part of the story of Jesus, other parts you don't ever really get to see. Kinda dumb. And I dunno how anybody's supposed to know all these characters like the Virgin Mary, Mary Magdalene, or his main apostles, if they never went to church. Not entertaining.

04.19.04
Days counting down. Leaving Siena Friday. Leaving Italy Saturday. Man, that's scary. I'm so tired. Got back from a great trip to Venice with the program. Took a crapload of pictures. Dude, I have to start packing my stuff so I can see what I have to mail home in a box. So many things to think about, so many things to look forward to. Just sitting here in the internet cafe, waiting for the damned web pages to load makes me sick. You all know it. When I get home, I'm hopping on my beloved PC and not getting off till I absolutely have to, or unless somebody at home feels like hanging out. This boy's coming home. Not a minute too soon. I miss my family too. All my family. I'm gonna drive my car and play my songs. I'm gonna eat some of that American food and not talk about Italy. I feel like I've done a lot of stuff here, but dangit, there's so much stuff I've missed at home. Help me catch up, guys. And you know I'm getting back early, so I'm coming and visiting you folks still in school. Don't ask me for stories either, cuz you know I have a terrible memory. I'm not gonna be Marco Poloin' and telling about travels and all that. I'm taking it to In-N-Out or Carrow's or some shit, and I'm just gonna re-Americanize myself. When I feel like I've done enough of that, I'm hoping to get on all the shit I've been too lazy to get on before. That means I'm drawing. That means I'm getting on the money train. Back on the paper chase. Back to my music. Back to the brain. I'm going back to that Kraft Parmesan cheese in the shiny green cylinder. I'm eating that Round Table Pizza, that Maui Zowie. I'm speaking straight English, biatch! I'm watching my American TV. I'm catching all the movies, catching up on Eva Mendes.

04.15.04
Happy birthday to me. 21 now. Means I can drink now. Whatever, law. I'm in Italy. You don't touch me. Had a cool weekend down south. Went by Naples, stayed in Ischia, left right away, went to Capri, stayed a night, checked out Capri, went to Naples for a night, went to Pompei, then trained back home. This weekend is Venice. We'll see how that goes. How am I feeling? I'm ready to go home. I realize sometimes how bad some people just get in the way. I'm reminded that the only way to handle stuff is on my own. That's mostly how it's been, and that's how it's gonna be. Making a list of stuff to do as soon as I get home. Thanks so much again, Joyce. You saved my life today. Those cd's are a blessing. I finally got some mail. Can't get the Kanye out the player. And yeah, I smelled the good stuff before I read the papers. Joyce is the shit, I'll vouch for her. I'm feeling great today. Not at this moment, but in general, I am. I feel 10 pounds lighter. No, haven't done my morning gymnastics for days, but that's not it. I stopped stressing. Some of you know what I'm talking about. Don't worry if you don't. Eva is right.

04.02.04
Yeah, took a little time to get back. Spent a week travelling and now I'm just glad to be home in Siena. Thanks, Joyce, for making the week bearable. My new favorite fragrance, as if I ever had one, is now Hypnotic Poison by Christian Dior. So if any of the ladies feel like seducing me, put that stuff on. I'm not saying why yet. It just smells good. I think I might buy myself a bottle and leave it by the bed. Had a great time in Prague. No deep reflections here. Eat at the hot dog stands and drink their Pilsner and Budweiser. Then just chill and check out the chicks. That's the shit. Went to Madrid and Barcelona. Good luck trying to find decent souvenirs. They don't want you there. I should make my own shirt that says "I survived Madrid." How wrong. Barcelona saw some crappy weather. It's all good. Go to Prague. Actually, Madrid wasn't all bad. Despite the fact that I got kicked out of the Prado Museum before I got to see the main works on the second floor, I left the city happy. Dhais made it all better. You pronounce it like "dice," and yeah, when I made that lame joke, she laughed. Ho ho ho. I love Dhais cuz Dhais loves me, even though she's only pretending in order to get me to buy a lapdance. Who cares. So yeah, that's why I'm digging Hypnotic Poison. Good to be back home. Gonna go cut my hair. Shaggin out like a fool. Almost forgot. Eva, in the words of Lexy and K-Paul, Love Me Babe.

See if these work

03.12.04
GRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHh!!!! I want to tear the world apart!!! I will punch a hole through your head!!! Infinite anger!!!!

Not really. I just love when people write stuff like that. I don't think I've gotten pissed like that for a while. I just get down. No, I don't "get down!" I get down. That's kinda funny. I think it's about time I went on a rampage. PWAHHH! Knuckle sandwich!

I've just been on my own and it sucks. I'm not talking about being away from home. I'm talking about being away from being the man. I'm not the man anymore. I'm just some kid. That's not cool. I'm a killa. I figure as long as I tell myself that, it'll actually work, and I'll be a killa for reals. It's all on me now, I see it. Time to eat! Oh and uh, can't end this without talking about something you can understand. I love Maria Bartiromo on CNBC. I like her hair. I dunno what she's saying when she talks all that crap about stocks, but I like that too. I want the Kanye West album. Through the Wire is stuck in my head, and maybe some Slow Jamz too. I can't get my music. I'm dying, mang. Eva Mendes, I sing a song to you. Jet's "Are You Gonna Be My Girl." I changed modes on them, fuckers.

03.10.04
Fuck it. Pi� che penso, pi� che mi da fastidio. Here's a little piece out of the book. It's for everybody now.

she's got eyes...like...eclipses
or as far as i can tell from just glimpses
you have to see them to believe them, but on one condition
if you look too long, they'll mess up your vision
so they're all you see, you're blind to the world
few things so fine, they keep your mind on the girl
everything around is in gloom, when the sun is backgrounded
by the moon, i'm doomed to be a lunatic if i don't get out of it soon
cuz she's got eyes...like...eclipses
and she wears them like it's nobody's business
but she's gotta understand that my life is too short
so once in a blue one is time that i can't afford
of course, she keeps them capped with crescents of pigment
their presence malignant, i'm depressed and i'm sick and
i'm tired...

That's about as far as I've gotten. I quit.

02.29.04
Maybe I should start this one out different. Take this:

Do you realize, that you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize, we're floating in space?
Do you realize, that happiness makes you cry?
Do you realize, that everyone you know someday will die?
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
Let them know you realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

If you guys knew me and read my aim info before, you've probably already seen this. It's Flaming Lips by the way, if you haven't. I had that cd on rotation for a bit, but now it's some other stuff. I bought this cd, or 2 cds rather, that have like 40 tracks of pure dance classicness. That's right, classicness. Cleptomaniacs feat. Bryan Chambers - All I do. That's the one I really wanted to hear. It's got some real old stuff, and some stuff I didn't know the names of. Junior Jack is dope. Unfortunately, Purtroppo, each track has been castrated, so they're like 2 to 3 minutes instead of being allowed to run their full length of say 4-7 minutes. That's lame. They end way too quickly, but they also get to the point right away too. Still, too short. These tracks really need the time to build up, especially Red Alert by Basement Jaxx. That's a great song. So is their new one, Good Luck. Oh well, I guess that's just what you get with a compilation. I wish I had a Xanga website. No I don't. I like mine just fine. But I just read through a couple people's and they're quite interesting. It's great following people's links and reading the sites of people you don't know or don't know well. I love all you screwy people who post your feelings online, especially you seriously crazy ones. I dunno what else there is to talk about. Eva Mendes.

02.25.04
Stressed the fuck out.

I dunno what's up but I've been feeling real low lately. I think I'm getting really annoyed by things that I wouldn't normally care about. Things aren't as funny. I'm not laughing at people's jokes, but I'm laughing at them instead. It seems so many ignorant fucks are talking like they know what's up and everybody's always gotta be yapping. I keep getting a sick feeling in my stomach. I can't even sit through class and listen to the teacher without people blab-blabbin non stop. I don't get it. Am I falling out that much more or is everyone just getting louder and more rude? My only morsel of joy is the Jack magazine I picked up this morning at the newsstand. I was watching tv last night and I saw an ad for the magazine and I noticed Eva Mendes's face on the cover, so you know I copped it first chance I got. Awesome photos. Haven't read her article, but who cares if I ever do? But even that's not enough to keep me up here. I think I'm starting to miss home. I miss mom's cooking. I miss not having people running off their mouths about stupid shit. Tuscan cuisine is good and all that, but my mom's conditioned my palate to Chinese food. Sorry. I gotta mention something I saw on CNN Europe. Apparently Israel has been working on building a wall to block off Palestinians in an effort to impede the entry of terrorists. They showed protesters on both sides against the erection of the barrier, but the part that I got a kick out of was when one of the Israeli supporters said something like this: "When the rest of the world has the right to defend itself and Israel cannot, that's anti-Semitism." Brilliant. Whatever. There are so many things you can say to that. I'm not gonna bother. I wish they hadn't interviewed that guy. Also, I was watching some more tv, and they were showing the Haitian rebels shooting in the streets, and there was this one photographer ducking between the people trying to get close up shots. I bet he was with Newsweek or something like that. I dunno, I just remember when I used to get Newsweek that they always had some close ass pictures. Anyway, that guy stood out like a scrunched idiot, waddling around. I hope he got some good shots, cuz if he gets shot himself, I'm not weeping for him. And just me thinking, the news calls them rebels. "Rebel" doesn't graduate to "revolutionary" until you take over completely. Isn't that the case? Whatever. Eat it. I am a slave to Eva Mendes.

02.21.04
It's always depressing looking at the date of the previous entry because it's always so long ago. I don't have much time to say anything cuz I gotta catch the bus to go home and eat dinner. I went to the Santa Maria della Scala exhibition of Duccio. It was actually pretty well run, except I didn't get to see the Maesta, which the whole audio tour kept mentioning because it was in another part of the complex. Lame. Anyway, I suppose I'll have to go back another time to see the other place. It's raining in Siena. Kinda befitting of my mood at this moment. Thanks though, to Carolina for reading this page and giving me useful feedback. I appreciate the response. A chill weekend. Didn't do much. Got my hair cut this morning. The dude cleaned me up real nice. I had to wait for a good hour or more, flipping through every last magazine on the stand, but when I got into the seat, I could understand why. He was real precise. No stray hairs this time. Clean, real clean. Real good. I'm glad I went there rather than to some idiot like the ones I found in Rome. I've just been low-keyin it these past few days, giving myself some time to think. When Monday rolls around, I plan to be the man. I'm gonna let my balls drop this time. Watch me. I read my horoscopes at the barbershop, just for the fuck of it. You know I'm not a superstitious one, but you know too that I don't tempt fate. The first one was crappy and didn't say shiet. However, I found another one, and it said there was some "Luna" and "Venere" in my horoscope. I dunno. Venere = Venus = hot ass chick? Damn, I'll take that. It says that I should change my hairstyle. How funny. And it says I will develop some creative interest. I dunno. I went to the museum? The first part was good though. I was reading this in the barbershop, how cool is that? And no, this wasn't like some Barbershop Times or some shit. This was a good horoscope too, cuz it covers me for the whole week. Nice. That means next week is the week. As always...we'll see. Eva Mendes kicks my ass.

01.30.04
Saw a couple movies this past weekend, plus Monday. Not too bad. Rented a DVD player and some DVD's, that's pronounced dee-boo-dee. Man, you know I crack up every time I hear it. First time was the best. I was in Rome, in this underground walkway with stores on the side and some kid hella wanted to find some "Yu-Gi-Oh! dee-boo-dee!" Oh man. I feel bad for laughing. So yeah, I watched La Maledizione della Prima Luna, aka Pirates of the Caribbean. Then I saw Red Dragon. Then Hulk. Then Ricordati di Me, some Italian movie. Then Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. They were all pretty good except Pirates. I wasn't really hyped on it. I'm not diggin that swordfighting bs. Orlando Bloom is a freakin elf. Why did they make him the man. He's not the man. He looks like a loser. I thought Kiera Knightley was supposed to be hotter. What a letdown. Thanks you guys, all you who hyped this one up. Hulk was surprisingly better. Maybe that's just cuz everybody said it sucked. It was a little cheesy at times, but I was debating in my head whether that was intentional or not. It felt like a comic book. I guess it worked. Ang Lee made it a little too green though. The whole damned movie. Green clothes, light green fatigues, green eyes, all that green. I was getting a little sick. Jennifer Connelly was actually hotter than I thought though. Eric Bana did aright. I liked the special effects, but sometimes I had to question the scale of Hulk in relation to his surroundings. Nevertheless, I was saying "oh shit" a lot. Red Dragon was pretty good. Why did that dude have to strip though? That was kinda weakly integrated. That reporter guy was funny. Ricordati di Me was kinda good. Kinda depressing. Recommended though, if it's even available in the states. Confessions. I liked that one. Didn't like Julia Roberts. Never did. Still don't. Never will. I was satisfied with her role for other reasons, I don't wanna spoil it. Watch this one. I think Julia should learn from Eva Mendes. But some things you just can't change. Whatever. Yall think I'm stupid. Suckas.

01.23.04
Gotta couple of recent pictures up in the new Siena section. Check em out.

01.16.04
First off, does anybody else think this Michelle Wie golfer is hot? I know she's 14 but shiet, she's also 6 feet tall, so I don't feel as wrong. I'm thinking it's only a matter of time before she starts getting features on magazines, probably stupid Maxim will have her on the cover, maybe in like 4 years. I can just imagine the sex-golf word play. That's my bet. See if I'm right. Also, has anybody watched international CNN, that's hosted by these English fools? That one dude with the thickest accent and loudest voice is a dumbass. Just wanted to let you all know. Every time he talks, he lets you know that Brits are the shits. Watch him interview people. Doesn't matter where they're from. He'll come with his "why can't you be like us" tone. Every question always has a bit of criticism in it. Watch him. You'll see what I mean.

01.11.04
Aright, a little bit of an update. I'm in Siena now. Orientation starts Monday. Nice. I moved in several nights ago with my host mother Maura. She's really cool. She can cook some mean pork I tell you. Her pasta is good too. It's great living here in my own room, and shiet, even my own bathroom. But to fill in the gap since the last time I left you, I ended up going to 8 of the 9 sites available with my card. Colosseum on the last day. I got a story to tell. So I was at Palazzo Massimo, looking at the sculptures and apparently the Discobolo sculpture was being borrowed by another exhibition sponsored by Nike in the Colosseum. This of course being the famous discus thrower sculpture, I'm sure you've seen a version of, sculpted by the Greek Myron. His name is my name too. Bastards took it. So on the last day when I went to the Colosseum, I hopped on a tour that my friend at the hostel worked for. Hostel Beautiful is the hostel, but not very beautiful. Anyway, the tour was decent, but it let us out at like 4:20, which sucked cuz the place closed at 4:30. I was walking around looking for the temporary exhibit and some lady said I couldn't see it. So I kept walking and finally found the exhibition space in some corner of the Colosseum. I just wanted one picture. I think I was at the exit, and the Discobolo was the last sculpture on display...less than 50 meters away. Those stupid security guys wouldn't let me in, despite my initial pleading in Italian. They got some other guy to deal with me in English. One picture. That's all I wanted. My last days in Rome and they wouldn't let me in to take a picture, for what, 5 seconds? Bastards. So I got to see it, for a split second, and then they kicked me out. But ok, back to Hostel Beautiful. I had a great time there. These two dudes who worked there were the shit. One of them got fired the last day I was there. A picture when I get the chance. If you ever go to Rome, don't stay at Hostel Beautiful. If you're on Hostelworld.com, don't book for the minimum of 3 nights. That's just my opinion. I was the only paying guest for like 4 days. That's hilarious. Everybody who was there hated the place and left as soon as they could. Sorry. So I got to chill in the commons room with the two dudes. And I had the whole dorm room to myself. Niceness. Spurs took the Pacers. Where did Horry come from? I dunno, but now Will Smith and Sean Paul are on the same team. Good shit. Evanescence sucks. Eva Mendes rules.

01.03.04
The day is approaching, when I will have to move all my stuff to Siena and start a brand new program. Woohoo. I gave myself 5 more days to do more of the stuff I haven't yet done in Rome, and so far it's been worth it. Today I went to Appia Antica. I have to say that's one of the nicest walks I've ever taken, despite my extending it an unnecessary 200%. I almost walked to the airport. It was a great day too. That's much of the reason why it was so nice. That one experience, I'd say, made the stay here in Rome for the holidays completely worth it. I'm pretty much just trying to squeeze out all of the value of my Archaeologia Card which I paid 22 euro for. It gets me into "9 sites for 7 days"!!! Woohoo! So far I've been to about 5. I dunno how much money I'm actually saving, but I can say that it's definitely forced me to go out to these sites. Awesome, awesome stuff. Now I won't feel so bad for leaving Rome. Tomorrow's plans...to visit the Colosseum and Palatine Hill. Either that or I'm going to do a little more gift shopping. I know, I sound stupid for not having been inside the Colosseum yet, but I'm gettin on it. Days are winding down. I'll update with some more pictures some time in the future. There's a lot of stuff, museum stuff mostly, so I might not post so many. I think I should keep a list of the things I've done here or have yet to do. I know I'm gonna miss Rome for sure. Missy album...ehh, but pass that dutch. Mr. Mose keeps using that same snare, I swear. Korn album...is this one long track? Need to listen to it more. Skin album...get that. It's called Fleshwounds. One word or two? I liked what I heard. Lost is a good track. So is Troubles with You, or whatever it's called. Red Hot Chili Peppers...Best of...like canons. I wish they had Can't Stop. I also wish my Californication and other tracks wouldn't be fucked up, but they are. Too bad. If I had a band, I'd call it 4Eva. No I wouldn't...have a band.

12.31.03
Two big news stories in Italy? Parmalat is crumbling like a muhfucka and mail bombs are being sent from Bologna. What a beautiful country. Everybody is screwed up their behind. Poor Italians. Meanwhile, rest in peace, Anita Mui. Poor Anita. I remember how we made fun of her in a movie cuz she was lame. Sorry. Oh yeah, and I love Eva Mendes.

12.30.03
Supposed to be leaving for Siena in about 3 days, but I don't feel like it. I gotta see more stuff. I bought a ticket for several sites and I gotta make it worth it. Saw Master and Commander...eh...pretty good. Saw Natale in India, in italian...eh...didn't really understand it, but it was still kinda funny. Still on my list, the Colosseum, Palatine Hill, Via Appia Antica, and the National Museum. Gotta wake up damned early tomorrow morning. Let's hope I got it in me.

12.27.03
Oh my goodness. Why is it getting harder and harder to get up in the morning? It gets easier and easier to lay in bed and watch tv when I wake up at 11:30 every morning. I think it's the cold. It's my natural hibernation period. A time of lay on your ass inactivity. I'm an animal too. I need my wintertime rest and I don't feel like apologizing for it either. You just gotta understand that I'm not motivated at this time of year and I'm not too sharp either. Don't expect me to wake up all early as fuck, suckas. I don't expect you to.
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Six hours and one fat crap later, here I am. I'm back. The cleaning lady at this internet cafe is always blocking off the bathroom, especially when I need it the most. She works hard, maybe too hard. You gotta let it go, lady. People need to go poo. Oh yeah, and just to let you know, the poop I dropped was like chocolate pudding. Like in those cups. I think I let go about 2 pudding cups worth, and it all got stuck on the edge of the bowl cuz they don't fill up all the way with water here. So basically I had like the top of a real chocolate chocolate chip muffin, you know those muffin tops, just sittin on the shelf, like on the edge of the pool, just dipping its feet in the water. I ended up having to flush like 4 times cuz the thing just kept sticking. Anyway, I'm all up on the Alicia Keys cd. Almost an instant classic album except for the fact that it sounds just a tad like the last cd. Still can't get over that You Don't Know My Name cut though. That's gonna be on heavy rotation for me, and the one after that too. Shit, I wish somebody would use the milk and cream for me too. I love that girl. I'm glad I'm finally able to listen to an album done by a female artist without having to feel guilty for having a penis by the end of it. I swear I hear so many songs that wanna bash and chop off a dick. Damn. That's why she gets my stamp of approval. Dumb beeshes. Nuff of that. I got the G-Unit album too. Great set of rappers I'd ssay. 50, Young Buck, and Lloyd Banks. Young Buck's verses are the shiz cuz he sounds like the Juvenile we lost. Lloyd Banks is ok. 50 is great. First there were two sets of footprints in the sand, then there was one set of footprints in the sand...awesome. Stunt 101 is decent, but I played it out for myself. The album is ok, but that thing is too long. If they cut some of the stupid tracks out, that thing would be more solid, especially that one that sounds almost exactly like the song on 50's album except for like the last two notes. They thought they could slip that one by us, huh. Almost. Hold up, almost forgot...Spurs are my team. I just needed to say that, considering how they snuck up on all you suckas. Yeah, it's true I'm in Rome, but I got news too. Oh and I love Eva Mendes too. Thank you to Patricia for reminding me that that Stuck on You movie is out. Still waiting for it to come out here. I saw a trailer on tv, and Eva had some big ass boobies. I know they're probably just for the movie...you crazy Farrelly brothers.

Late Christmas presents rule. This is why:

1. You can see how much the other person spent on you first, and then gauge appropriate spending.
2. You don't have to be caught in the Christmas shopping hassle.
3. You can use the giftcards you got for Christmas to fund your own gift shopping.
4. After all those on-time gifts are returned, you know they're gonna have deals.
5. There's just deals after Christmas anyway.
6. Whatever you get them will be the latest trend, especially good when you're especially late.
7. They'll appreciate your gifts cuz they stand alone.
8. Your gifts can double as New Year's gifts...how often do you get those?

...and if you know me, you gotta know I believe at least some of these.

12.26.03
Christmas in Rome. What a drag. So much trouble just finding a place here. I got a place to sleep tonight and tomorrow night, but after that I gotta see. If it comes down to it, I guess I'll have to go hotels. So many travellers these days, especially Catholics coming to celebrate Christmas. Too many backpackers filling up the hostels. Bastards. I'm starting to dislike these budget travelling kids. It's frickin freezin here. More updates when I'm in the mood.

12.01.03
Good stuff. This new computers in the study center thing is really cool. I just remembered too, I had a dream about Eva Mendes. I was so hyped and I told her that I saw her in the Gap ad, which I did, in real life. I'm not sure if it's still there, but I saw her picture in an ad when I was checking my mail, and then on the Gap website. So now I guess she's a Gap model too. All of a sudden Gap isn't so bad anymore. All of a sudden I wanna buy what she's wearing. Naw, not that crazy, but if you're a girl and you're gonna go shop for yourself at Gap, then buy the white sweater and rainbow scarf combination she sports. If I had my computer with me, I'd screen cap it, but you can go there and check it for yourself. Also, if somebody could do me a favor and save that picture on the main page so I can add it to my collection, that would be great. I'm thinking I'll be staying here in Rome for the winter break, but I really gotta find a place to stay. I still have to figure out my options and see for sure what I'm doing, but it's looking more and more like a Roman Christmas. It's nice around here. They've started putting up lights and all that good stuff. Babbo di Natale, aka Santa Claus. Real interesting. I picked up some more cds at the flea market. Jay-Z's Black Album and Michael Jackson's Number Ones. I had to pop in the Jay-Z first. I think this guy's got issues with not being crowned the best rapper. He's put out so many albums but he still hasn't died yet. That's probly why he's thinking he's not getting his due praise. Sorry, man. So I'm listening to his album, and I can't stop noticing how desperate he is to be the greatest rapper, above Biggie in history, or the greatest rapper now, period. It doesn't help that, right off the bat, he bites Big's lines, in the first track, not counting the intro. How interesting that Jay-Z says his parents made love under the "Sycamore tree" so now he's a "more sicka MC," kinda like when Big said he got the "Sycamore style...more sicka than yours." Then on, what is it, the third or fourth track, he just straight rips a beat Big used, I think with Tracey Lee, not to mention he recycles Big's lines again with the "when your barrel's in yo mouth" bit. So then I'm standing there at the metro stop thinking what the hell. I had to stop the cd and sit a little bit. Poor guy. A few tracks into the cd, and I'm already shaking my head. It's not that the album is bad, which it isn't. I listened to it all this morning. He just needs to stop worrying about his position in rap history. Threat is a great track. I cracked up at the end. Oh yeah, then the Michael Jackson cd. Good stuff. I like the One More Chance song, though I think that's a new track. Check them both out.

11.19.03
A few more pictures in Roma section. Check them out.

11.13.03
Just chillin at the internet cafe, yet again. Remember when I said I got 60 free hours here? Well, now I'm at about 19, and we got about 4 weeks left. I won't even have enough time to type papers. Suckas. Or sucka me. Sam and Jeyling came to Rome and I showed them around a bit. That was fun. Rome in a day, and a half I suppose. Mang, that wore me out. There's still a crapload of stuff in Rome I haven't seen yet, including things in places I've visited but missed. It's a good thing these classes I'm taking actually cover stuff in Rome, otherwise I'd be an idiot and ignore it all. Stil plenty of churches to check out. Museums too. And then all the other stuff again, cuz I didn't know squat about them when I first saw them. Oh yeah, saw the Matrix. Good stuff. What a religious time I'm having here. I even find myself defending the Catholic church. The Pope is closer to God, Israel. Yes he is.

11.05.03
Fattest picture upload since I dunno when, maybe ever. You've probly already noticed the Roma section above. If not, you will now. I got a bunch of pictures, so be patient if the site gets overloaded. You just gotta wait a bit. The full sized pictures I had earlier are gone. Had to clean up space. Sorry for the unrotated pictures. Rotate your head. Rotate your monitor maybe. E-mail me something interesting, and I don't mean a virus. Ask me something that I can answer on my webpage perhaps.

11.03.03
Irene Nonis - Talk'n'touch. Go get that song, and that video too. Kill Bill. Go watch that movie, and get the soundtrack too. I gotta get myself a copy. Maybe when I get home. Matrix Revolutions. Need to see that when it comes out, but I need to find Reloaded so I can brush up. bbl.

10.31.03
Ok, I just fixed the pictures below. If you fools look at it too much, Geocities will put a stop on it for an hour. I gotta take them down soon and replace them with smaller versions for the web, so if you wanna save these and make prints of me, go ahead.

Hey kids, go download Napster right now, and start paying for music. It's easy, just type in www.napster.com, and install the danged program. Give um your credit card number and all that good stuff and start buying songs for 99 cents. I'm not kidding. I think that's what I'm gonna start doing as soon as I can. Go get this song too. The Thrills - Big Sur. It's actually probly not even on Napster yet, but get it. Support the poor kitty. Support poor me.

10.28.03
Just for now, I have some pictures up at full size, until I can resize them and re-upload them and more. Check it.

(Pictures previously here are no longer available. Check Roma section.)

10.23.03
Missing home. I find myself at the internet cafe more and more often. It's too hard to stay away from my internet obsession. I feel kinda guilty for being here all the time, but then again I figure it's ok since I wouldn't be doing anything cool during this time anyway. I saw Matchstick Men last night cuz Interstella 5555 didn't work at this theater. The audio kinda sucked but it was a really cool movie. Check it out. Cheap day too, Wednesday.

10.12.03
Obviously it's been a while since I've updated, but hey, what can I say? I've just been busy I guess. Been trying to catch up with folks at home, but I know you all have lives of your own and that you'd rather be living them than to be telling them. It's okay. Notice the same for me. I just went to a concert this evening, when I really should have been reading for my classes. The material they give us is overwhelming. I need to get at least one class's assignment done by tomorrow. That and all my laundry. I have pretty much no clothes left. Let's hope I don't start recycling. So yeah, I went with my friend Israel to see this Bolivian band, I believe, called Kjarkas. Hot show, even though that might not be the appropriate description. I didn't know any of the songs except the last one, but it was still a great performance. Only thing, it was 22 euros. I would say that it's worth it, but it's still a lot to pay. But hey, these guys wrote Lambada. Can't pass that up. This morning I went to Porta Portese, a pretty well known open air market. Shiet, this thing was packed. I picked up some 10 euro shoes and some "less than honest" cds. That fool sold me a really crappy quality Latin hits cd and an "Out Cast" cd that actually ended up being some new age stuff. I guess you get what you pay for. The other 2 house mix cds are great though. I'll have some new reading music for the long haul tonight. My weekend was pretty dope. I came back from a trip to Naples, Pompeii, and Sorrento. These are all really interesting places. I recommend checking them out. If I ever come back to Italy in my lifetime, I'd wanna see a little bit more of these cities. Naples pizza is the shit too. It's not Rome pizza, and maybe that's why it's so good. Aright, time for homework.

09.27.03
I'm back. I just went to Paris and London for a couple days and now it feels good to be back home.