i'm all heart, no plan

fresh start, old hand

i'm using my last-chance semester to try and greatly simplify my life. i think i've spent all four years of college with a leash of dependence to my parents. i mean, i never expected to pay my way through college, but i think i expected to learn better how to live on my own, more than i have actually learned in the past 4 years. i have yet to learn how to responsibly manage my money (or my weight), or how to keep a single room as clean as my parents can keep our entire home.

it's not so much that i want to break away from my parents, but more, that i want my parents to be able to break away from me, or at least, from most of my financial burden on them. like many immigrant parents, they sacrificed a lot to get where they are, and to get me where i'm at today, and like most kids with immigrant parents, i've probably taken all that for granted too many times. but now, with this blog as my witness, i'll do my best this last semester, and try and prove to myself that i did, in fact, achieve more in college than just a degree. (by the way, i do get a BS, suckas)


this is way off topic, but i think my mom secretly wants a grandchild, just to play with at home.
maybe i should buy her a pet chimpanzee or something..

i'll show him

a couple of weeks ago, i was greeted by fellow fantasy baseballer, mike peezy, in a club in a moment of semi-drunkeness, saying "hey, mister i-update-my-blog-once-every-two-weeks"

needless to say, i was a little taken back by this greeting. i felt that i could update my blog whenever the hella i felt like it (i hella meant to put that there). but i also knew, that inconsistent blogging is not good blogging etiquette.. so in an effort of "i'll show him".. i proceded to update my blog for three days straight, as seen by the previous 3 posts... only to update it more than 2 weeks later.

sorry peezy, i'll keep trying.
but for now, this one is dedicated to you. i'm very fascinated with your blog.. and we used to have the same background.. but i thought you were doing more justice to it than i was.

bros before h*$
holla

756, and now, no one will be watching the giant's anymore

And just so you know, grown men do cry

i wake up every morning holding my....

there was a point not too long ago when i wanted to be able to wake up in the morning at like 7 or even 6am and be able to do stuff. i wanted to wake up this early because waking up early meant that i had more time in the day to do stuff that i wanted to do. like read more, and cook a nice hearty breakfast, stuff like that.

i have however, come to a conclusion... umm.. well maybe it's not a conclusion yet.. maybe it's more of a theory.. that if i woke up earlier, that i would not, in fact, have more time in my day, but that i would, in fact, prolly have the same or even less time in my day, because waking up earlier would mean that i would get sleepy earlier and hence lose my ability to stay up later..

i am still on the quest of getting up earlier.. it's hard times with a comfy bed.

if you don't think that my title is from a song, boy are you in for a surprise
Little Brother - The Minstrel Show - Track 10 Lovin it - joe scudda's verse

ya mama got a glass eye with a fish in it

i must say, that this weekend with my cousins & more was pretty fun. quite expensive, more expensive than i planned, but still pretty awesome.

fyi we went to san deezy. and got to stay at my relatively newly married cousin's house and also, we did a couple things while we were down there.

don't really like detailing what we did, cuz that would make me a blogger that likes to believe that people really like reliving my day in words on my blog, and let's face it, you know you sometimes like to do that, but i won't do that shit, because i'm hella old and grown now, and got a belly to prove it. i will however, try to relive some revelations that occurred to me while i was down there, and for the sake of the point i was making in this paragraph, i'll do that shit in chronological order.

1. there's no frickin point in getting a california burrito.. just order either a regular burrito, or the carne asada fries.. don't be trying to satisfy both urges with one stone.. that shit is dry and flavorless, adalberto, whoever the hell you are, take that shit off your menu..

2. i fuckin hate padres fans (except you, nicky ;) ) , especially the white ones that have the fuckin nerve to hold up asterisk signs.. umm excuse me??.. was it not the late ken caminiti that started all this shit??.. we shoulda came down there with a ken caminiti jersey with a fuckin asterisk where the number shoulda been, you white shit prolly racist fairweather murrdddthafurrkers... and don't come to me with that barry went 0-for-3 bull-ish.. which opposing player has the most fuckin homeruns against the padres??.. you basically built your outfield to protect against barry bonds.. and one last thing, don't be yelling out of your car sayin "giants suck" to me when your with your mom and you guys end up stopping right next to us.. good thing my wit wasn't as sharp as it could be.. i woulda blasted your 12-year-old wanna be a super sweet 16 ass if i was a little madder..

3. i had a dream that i was on the field when barry bonds hit 756. that was kinna funny.

4. next time we get to stay at a house. i'mma gonna cook better and we're gonna save all our money to go out and eat somewhere really nice once. we just gotta prepare better.

5. my kuya ronald has never been really that close with the rest of the cousins, he's really old like 30 something, and he was never really around when we all started growing up together. that being said, we got to watch on his tv, which is a satellite dvr, and it's pretty funny that he records all of the shows that all the other cousins watch, and not just prime time shows, but like man vs. wild, and ace of cakes.

6. always try and remind people of their cameras.

7. seaworld is not really that happening. it's cool though. at least they had some good food.

i'll post the funny pictures when they get emailed to me.