ebyam i duolhs etirw ni edoc

alas, but gnitirw ni edoc would be of no use to me, because it feels like my heart needs to be heard by my friends and random people and not be heard by my friends and random people at the same time.. and so gnitirw ni edoc would prolly make sense to nobody..

i think i'm in a funk.. actually, i know i'm in a funk.. i could also say, i know why the caged bird sings.. but i don't fancy myself any kind of bird.. especially a caged bird.. singing for me is kinna like when you're not really listening to somebody asking you a question like "how have you been?" and you're like "yea... you're right" looking hella moded and stuff, except for me, i'm singing cuz i don't wanna listen to shit around me but at least i'm singing so we all know that i'm not even paying any attention to you.


but then again, this blog shouldn't be so much about me.. i should be dropping feverz about what's going on in the world..

sf giants: what happened to you guys?.. not so much fun to watch anymore. i hope your age kicks in in the latter half of the baseball season when things start to really matter.. (not that the giants are young or anything, the giants currently have the second oldest roster in the bigs in the last 50 years) meaning, i hope your veterans are just saving their juice for the final stretch..

speaking of baseball, mike tells me that em tells him that i need to be an oakland a's fan, because i'm more of an a's fan than a snooty giants fan.. i agree with part of this.. some of the giants faithful are just rich up their ass.. like board of directors-old-rich-white people with their fancy ass jewelry on at PacBell... actually, i remember i was sitting in the bleachers one game when i see these two middle aged white ladies walk across my row and are saying something to the effect of "i don't wanna sit here with these poor dirty minorities".. actually, they prolly said it more politically correctly... but i was like "bitch please, i paid fuckin 19 dollars for this spot on the bleachers.."

now that i think of it.. that was back in my less informed youth days.. when i didn't know much about social structure or anything about race politics..

paris hilton: i wonder if the sheriff, i think his name was baca, got anything by letting paris hilton free for a day.. like i wonder if he got a "THAT'S HOT" shirt or maybe something dirtier from paris, like a smell of her hair.. but anyways.. i wish she would've gotten off without spending her full sentence in jail.. not that i'm a supporter of hers or anything.. but if she did manage to escape all that jail time it would have been such a great example of everything wrong with the system.. or maybe systems.. like the mass media, the judicial system, the COPS, and all of fuckin white LA, or SOCAL as people like in college call it.. i wish she would've gotten off, because then when people come up to me and are all like "why isn't the carpool lane in effect all the time, like it is in LA?".. i'll just be like "you know what??. you fuckin released paris hilton from jail, so stop complaining, the bay rules!"

i wanna write about gov. schwarzenegger talking about how spanish people need to stop watching spanish people television, when homeboy still is holding on to his austrian accent for authencity's sake, like yan can cook.. but that can wait..

herman miller is my new friend

posting up from 188M cory..
we do it big here..

here's my work list:
Index Pri Need by Job
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1 1 Post new EH&S signage on OUT* structures. [5/22/2007]
2 2 Straighten cordage in 145cory. [5/22/2007]
3 3 Straighten 218cory drawers,use bins. [3/15/2007]
4 4 Change battery in 188cory clock (above door). [5/23/2007]
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hahaha.. that looks hella booty right now.
but whatevers, i should get some good jobs before the end of summer..
i guess i can post them as i get them. or something. that would be fun..

need some new cds.

boy i'm grateful to be able to post #100

so guess what blog readers??..
i am one lucky motherfucker..

yesterday i was skateboarding at around 10pm down by berkeley and oxford, and i was at a crosswalk, waiting for my turn. i see the greenlight for the crossing traffic turning yellow, and i see that there's an SUV that's going relatively slow and i'm pretty sure that it's not gonna be able to make the light.

so i drop my skateboard and kick, push to cross the crosswalk..

the driver never saw me. in running the FUCKING RED LIGHT, he sped right through me prolly going around 30mph.

lucky for me, and for him, i guess, i wasn't rolling that fast yet, and only half by body was hit by the car. which spun me around and dropped me like a rag doll. the collision also fuckin knocked my hat off my head. anyways, i lay on the floor, thinking to myself "i just got hit by an SUV".. actually, i have no idea what i was thinking.. jayme's external hard drive, was in my backpack, and i think that may have crossed my mind. but whatever, i was in the crosswalk til somebody came and picked me up and helped me get to the sidewalk, where the FUCKING DRIVER comes over and is like "are you ok man? you should be careful.."

HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA SAY THAT TO ME?? YOU FUCKING BE CAREFUL!! THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T FUCKING RUN RED LIGHTS. YOU DIDN'T EVEN CATCH THE YELLOW. YOU SPED UP AND STILL FUCKING RAN A RED LIGHT, FUCKING ALMOST KILLED ME, AND HAVE THE FUCKING NERVE TO TELL ME TO BE CAREFUL!!

lucky for you, you just fucking ran me over, which meant that i was in too much shock to fucking scream at your ass for telling me to be careful after you ran me over.

anyways.. like i said i'm really lucky to be able to write all this, because i didn't break anything, and i didn't get a concussion or anything either.. my entire left side is prolly gonna bruise up in a couple days, it hurts to turn my head.. like i slept in an awkward position or something..

but other than that.. i can function, and still eat solid foods, thank goodness.

yea.. at first i didn't really care that i got hit by a car.. i mean, i was like whatever, it shouldn't be that big of a deal... the more and more time passes, i realize how fucking lucky i am..

so maybe if i'm all emotional around you next time i see you, you'll know why..

anyways.. if you didn't get it from my title, this is my 100th post..
i hope you think it's a good one..
because getting hit by a fucking car didn't tickle..

(thank you again, april, for waiting for me in the emergency room, for the third time now)

hecka late, and i'm sorry

but i dedicate this post to owen..
aka skit writer master, owen..
aka PWEN..

a week after pcn, while waiting for the afterparty bus, owen comes up to me and is all like.. "JOSH, omg, i have to tell you, that i wrote in your lines after i found out you'd be acting that part in my skit.. yea, man.. you didn't really have that many funny lines, but i was like 'josh deserves more lines"and really, i was left speechless.. i don't think i could think of anything to say but something stupid and ungrateful like 'AWW.. are you serious?!?.. oh maaan'.. i don't even know if i said "thank you" or anything like that.. and I'm REALLY REALLY SORRY, owen, if i didn't say thank you.. (i don't even remember if i said thank you for putting me in your skit, but i was just REALLY EXCITED when i found out i'd be in your skit.. )

and i swear, right at that moment, waiting for the bus, i told myself that i would write a blog to thank you for it all.. but i get hella forgetful after an adios(motherf&cker)..

but yes.. owen, THANK YOU for putting me in "LUNAFORNIA" and THANK YOU for giving me the line "YOU CALL THIS O2, this is barely O1, START OVER!!" and other funny lines that you added for me... i don't know if you know how proud i was to be in your skit, but i made sure to take my bow for your skit, even though i was dressed for tinikling and everybody and their mama's bowed for tinikling.. not me though.. i know that "lunafornia" is gonna be one legendary skit that's gonna be talked about in pcn's 10 and 20 years from now.. so i made sure that i bowed for it..

if everybody reading who didn't see pcn is wondering what the hay i'm talking about.. owen's skit, "lunafornia" was set on the moon.. that's right.. we did a skit, not some tagalog skit or general meeting skit, but a PCN skit, that was set on the moon.. and he still had the genius to intertwine some pilipino-related social commentary into it..i mean, real-talk, we had more social commentary in that one skit than some entire pcn's have, at least some of the ones i've seen... AND on top of all that, shit was HILARIOUS!..
owen is just RIDIKULUS!..

anyways, judging from your last comment on my last blog, i'd figure you read my blog once every two or three weeks.. so i'mma leave this one up for awhile, until i can be for-totally-sure that you know i'm hella grateful that you gave me that opportunity...
AND HE'S FROM THE 650!!

oh.. and tell your sister thank you for this paint drawing she made of me..
SHE'S FROM THE 650 TOO!!

i'd be a genius if only i wrote my thoughts down more

i thought that actually having a little black book would help me write my thoughts down more.. it didn't.. for some reason i've lost my motivation to write down my thoughts in my little black book.. and that has passed over into blog world.. i don't have thoughts to ponder on anymore..


it's weird graduating in the fall, i mean, i do get sad that i'm not longer gonna see these people on a daily basis anymore.. but it's hard to get excited about graduating.. because i'm not gonna graduate with everybody.. i'm gonna be around in berkeley for another summer, and another semester.. which is almost like another year...

so really, my graduation sadness isn't offset by graduation excited-ness, but just coupled with more academic sadness.. which is just really sad...

it's ok though..
maybe i'll just play my wii all day..



i really am gonna miss folks though..
i wonder if this means that i'm gonna have to find new friends..