even though yoshi's screwed up our order

amel larrieux is straight sickness.

when my goddaughter is old enough, i'll let her know that on the very same day that i became her godfather, i watched amel larrieux live, and ate chicken's feet.

i still want my fries with spicy miso aioli though.

(thank you wally for picking us up from the airport)
(thank you frances for waiting in line for us, while wally picked us up at the airport)
(thank you april for buying tickets =)

see how i used that last close-parentheses to make a smiley face? straight fire i tell you.

when i went to the restaurant supply store, i bought 2 cake pans

and before i was even able to use them, i now have one.


please support the STOP-STEALING-MY-SHIT-2-mile-run for a cause, a really important cause

it's no longer my space

i cancelled my myspace account the other day.


::awkward pause::


iono i just figured i say it here because they don't really let all your myspace friends know that you left the cult.



in other news, today i made another pizza. but i went beyond the call of normal pizza-ness. after i had plopped the pizza onto the pizza stone in my oven, i took two eggs and, one by one, i cracked them into a ladle, so that it would give me reach into the oven, and i plopped them right in the middle of a pizza. i did this because when april and i ordered pizzas at pizzaiolo in north oakland, or a16 in the city, i noticed that under additional toppings for your pizza, they give you the option to add an egg to your pizza. i thought this was what they meant. the results were ehhh.

back to the past(ure)

traveling back in time would be cool...maybe.

but what if you had to live in time that you traveled back to? what if you couldn't go back to the future? would it still be cool?

i mean, what about wireless high speed internet? what would you do all day? invent it earlier?

giants live blogcast

i really hate to say this.. really, i'm a diehard giants fan.. but the giants MIGHT have to lose today. unless the dodgers lose to the padres(who suck like no other, seriously, sorry jae and nicky), the giants need to lose to the diamondbacks to keep them close to the dodgers in the pennant race.

even though the race is still close and there are still plenty of games left, the diamondbacks are slumping like no other, and things can get out of hand pretty easily. the diamondbacks need to be close enough so that we can screw the dodgers over by beating them out of their playoff spot in our final games of the season. that would be glorious. it would be just as good as, dare i say it, a playoff spot.

i hate the diamondbacks. but i hate the dodgers even more.

dark night

i still have a child-like fascination with the sky.

on clear nights i stare up at the stars and wonder if something is staring back at me. shit freaks me out when i think about it.

on cloudy nights, i wonder how come i can see the clouds at night. and how come they're purple.

sooner or later it all comes crashing down

fuckin tom brady. i should've known not to pick him (in both my leagues!!) since i hate him.

friday thinks

- i guess i shouldn't fault tiger woods for being the biggest uncle tom alive, seeing how all of professional golf is so blatantly racist anyway.

- i think i'm gonna start using my mom's empty pellegrino water bottles as my regular water bottles. how cool would that be?

- i keep forgetting to write about this. over summer an old family friend called me asking if i could answer some questions to her friend's son, who was deciding between berkeley and irvine. naturally, i wanted him to go for berkeley and was telling how cool it was and how much fun he'd have there. and then he goes "well, what's the political scene like there? i'd be pretty nervous to be there cuz i'm pretty conservative." and seriously, my first thought was, "oh you're perfect for irvine then." hahaha. that's pretty mean. i guess if i thought an entire city would be against my ideology i might reconsider. maybe. but damn.

- my mom loves to talk shit too.

happy weekend bitches.

200th post: time for a poem

good morning thursday

hoping
you bring something good
to the table
cuz wednesday
mostly sucked

mostly

wednesday took my milk
my whole carton
of whole milk
i hadn't
even opened it
yet
wednesday snatched it away
REPLACE MY FUCKIN MILK, WEDNESDAY, YOU ASS

i don't care about lactose intolerance, thursday
kat and jae shared
that my boys won't swim
if i keep chuggin that
boxed soy
from costco
and april mostly
doesn't mind the gas

mostly

wednesday
stole the beer that wally bought
all six bottles
wednesday, you ass
we were saving those for saturday
REPLACE MY FUCKING BEER, WEDNESDAY, YOU ASS

oh but thursday
you let my parents stay home today
and let's hope
that they take me out
cuz wednesday was an asshole

wednesday at 1:45am

i have grandiose visions of writing a blog entry that changes the world.

and when i sit down with my macbook all i can think to say is, "i love to talk shit". and it's true, i do. i don't know why. it makes me sad sometimes. sometimes. and i don't even know why i have to put this down. but it's all i can think about while pondering something that might change the world.

sometimes when i'm talking shit, i have to check myself to see who's around, because so and so might be friends with the subject of the shit. this also makes me sad.

i think sometimes i see people as i want to see them. and only that way. and then i feel like a jerk when one day, that person decides to act all nice. maybe that's not really specific.

my back hurts.

shhhhhhh

i've started to go back to local libraries just to do work that could be done at home.

april even got a peninsula public libraries library card.

i really like spending time at the library. i kinna miss how i used to have to go every day, even weekends.

that's all.

(i really need to step up my blogging game)