i don't hate you, i just miss you.
and i'm confused.
visitations
I'm getting more visits here at USF than I ever got at Santa Cruz. There's nothing like going to Hot Pot City and leaving hella smelly from frying all the food. I'm kinda kicking myself in the ass for forgetting my cologne...ERRR...Fabreeze at home.
ghosts
Don't worry ya'll, haven't seen any...yet.
writer's block
My creative energy has seemed to run low ever since I got here. Maybe because I'm still hella overwhelmed with the school and everything. Any ideas to get the creative juices flowing again? You'd think that being in the big city would be hella inspiring. My homie wants me to dance for his crew for a show in a couple weeks. It's not that I don't dance, I got a disco in my pants. (That's from the Lean Back remix, I swear he says disco...not pistol. Besides disco is funnier.)
madden
16-0. Only on Pro though =(
amoeba records
I can't stay in this store for too long, I always get too fucking dizzy. There's so many things that you wanna buy that it's hella overwhelming. It's just so damn big! The place used to be a bowling alley if you need a better description of how big it is. Easily it's the biggest record store I've EVER been to. Today the Crown City Rockers (formerly the Mission crew) are performing for free. I'm gonna go hit that up with Dru and Crystal cause they're coming down from Sacto. Holler.
Day #1 in San Francisco.
MOCHE41510: welcome to the jungle
MrMuddyMonkey: dude what building are you in?
killertilapia: i've seen a couple
killertilapia: but most are average
killertilapia: lone mountain
MrMuddyMonkey: ARE YOU SERIOUS?
MrMuddyMonkey: isnt that the one across from the other buildings?
killertilapia: i'm lonely dogg
killertilapia: yeah
killertilapia: at the top of the hill
MrMuddyMonkey: dude, that shit is haunted!
killertilapia: yeah i know
MrMuddyMonkey: oh man, stay safe man
killertilapia: what's the story?
MrMuddyMonkey: well i heard a couple
MrMuddyMonkey: like, you know how USF was a monastary or something
killertilapia: yeah
killertilapia: dude
MrMuddyMonkey: well anyway, the labs at lone mountain are haunted
killertilapia: this hella looks like it's a priests room
MrMuddyMonkey: the ones in the bottom floors
killertilapia: ohh i'm on the 4th floor it's cool
MrMuddyMonkey: well i heard a story that a priest and a nun had an affair and she got pregnant
MrMuddyMonkey: and the priest locked her in the basement
killertilapia: i think i heard this from you
killertilapia: haha
MrMuddyMonkey: yeah
MrMuddyMonkey: and chelryn would tell me stories of her friends rooms
MrMuddyMonkey: shit would fly off the dressers and stuff
MrMuddyMonkey: and they'd hear things
MrMuddyMonkey: i dunno what though
killertilapia: oooh
killertilapia: well i hope nothing flys off my dresser, i brought most of my cds
MrMuddyMonkey: hahah
sorry angel =(
i'm neglecting blog again. damn you madden.
oh well it's not like anyone reads this anyway.
whenever i see someone type that in their blog/xanga/lj/whatever, i'm always thinking, yes. people read it. but you just want people to respond saying "hey i read yr blog!". but more importantly, you want it to be read by a certain someone.
maybe i should sleep.
So that's why the cash register was a tad light...
I've developed somewhat of a routine on days I have to work. My alarm goes off at 9:00. It's a clock radio set full blast in between a Spanish station and some adult contempo. I lie in bed and ask myself if I really want to get up, and then I hope out and take my morning shower. I try and get inside my car at around 9:40. I usually end up catching at least one segment of the Jim Rome show. When I get to work, I usually check the back room for some filled carts and start filing away product on the floor. Well today, one of my coworkers called in sick, so they had me work at the register. I don't mind working register, but I'd rather be doing something else. After my register shift ended, I went to the green room to go count out the money. I ended up 10 bucks short. It's as if the money just disappeared.
Shorts and a hoodie
I'm not too fond of the hot as hell daytimes and cold as fuck nightimes we have here in Sacto. I keep forgetting to stick an extra sweater in my truck for nighttime wear.
Mail...Hot...Mail...
I've been working on sending people MySpace messages/e-mails. I don't know why, but I kinda like messages that aren't...instant. It seems like more things are said when you know you aren't getting a response right away. You know, e-mail, IM's, myspace...they're all fine. But in no way do they replace human contact. Christine and I were talking (IM'ing) today and discussing how we rely so much on "virtual" interaction that we fail to recognize the value of the human presence. We take it for granted. Damn you internet.
I'm just kidding...I love you internet.
my cousin judzon always has a way of humbling me. for that i'm grateful.
driving when tired = bad.