Hmm, well this afternoon I had my monthly bout of anxiety, depression, and feeling of helplessness that comes from confusion and too much homework. Today I was planning to mack, and it seems as if Jesus played me, saying "Bad John! Macking on Easter Sunday ..." hehe It brought into question my values and my views ... well I can still say I'm still an aspiring DJ. What's worse though is that I just read A Streetcar Named Desire. ARGH! That was the most torturous piece of shit I've ever read. Don't get me wrong, the play is fabulous and the story is great, but the pathetic character of Blanche was just sad. She thought of herself as such a beautiful upperclass woman, but in fact she was a f*cking priss. I was applauding the Stanley for his actions ... that's what I would've done. Damn that Blanche was a b*tch. Am I too harsh? Am I too cold? I don't know. Right now I have a strange sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach ... I don't like this feeling. Let me talk about better things ... hmm well first off, it says on weather.com that tomorrow that there's going to be gusts up to 84 mph!!! F'ing crazy! And I'm going out to play pool tomorrow ... hopefully there are girls there to mack on. Cuz I need more prospects ... I'll give Alice a call tomorrow, but I doubt she'll be in cuz I think she's on vacation right now. I'll just leave a message, and wait another week. If I can't contact her then, well then she's out. On to the next girl. I shouldn't have stopped at one number on Wednesday. I KNOW I could've gotten that other girl's number. Argh, what is this feeling in the pit of my stomach!? Get a grip John. Get ready to fucking rumble bitch

Dude. This is the first time ever (at least from what I can remember) that there's rain on Easter Sunday. The forecast says that it will be a light rain around noon and then go on to a steady light rain for the afternoon. No sunny!? Woot!? Crazy. Ah wellz, my plans are ruined for today, no macking, cuz I don't think girls can be in a good mood when they're soaked. I guess I can just watch some b-ball, and also do a lot of my homework so that tomorrow I can go out and mack. Excellent. Ready to rumble bitch

Well, I went to the Easter Vigil today. Pretty nice ceremony. I got involuntary chills up my spine when I was renewing my baptismal vows. I dunno, it was good though. And that cantor chick from a bit back sung today. She's not too bad. Sorta cute in fact. Bangable, as they say. Yes, I'll insert her into my plans. This upcoming Saturday I'll go to Mass, cuz I think she sings every Saturday at the 5:30. I already know what I can say. Something about her singing nice, how long she's been singing, etc etc. And then bang, number baby. Hehe Definitely doable. Okay, so tomorrow I'm going to mack for about two hours. I read somewhere that this one dude approached 45 (!!!) girls in two hours. That's one girl appraoched approximately every 2.6 minutes! My max so far was like 7 approaches in two hours. And out of those 7, only about 2 could be considered somewhat successful. But that was like two weeks ago. Last time I macked, I progressed to getting a number, and out of 3 approaches I made in an hour, I consider two of them to be rather successful. Now tomorrow, I wish to aim for at least 1 approach every 10 minutes, meaning a grand total of 6 per hour. And I hope to get at least two numbers tomorrow. Now, one thing I want to address. I've noticed that girls are very devious and slick when they check a guy out. I can rarely notice when they do. It's looks like they're checking out something somewhat in your direction, and you sorta get the vibe they're checking you out, but you sorta can't tell cuz they've got damn good peripheral vision. Ha, two can play at that game. However, I sorta suck at it cuz my peripheral vision sucks since glasses don't go sideways. Another thing that chicks use are reflections on glass or mirrors or whatever. Slick beings, they are. I mention that because there was a pretty cute college girl on the bus home today. And I noticed her doing both these things. You can tell when they're looking at your reflection on the glass by looking at their reflection and seeing if they're looking into the eyes. Kinda hard to explain. And what's worse, it so easy to just switch focus from the person to some object outside, so it's pretty tough to catch them. I'm getting sleepy, and tomorrow is going to be a good day. Ready to rumble bitch

Well, got my new pair of boots. Smooth, black, leather, and sleek. I wanted to get Timbs, but the styles they had were kinda crappy. Thus I got Skechers. Before, I would have thought I'd never get a pair of Skechers shoes, but what the hey, they look nice. And now I have something to wear with jeans instead of sneakers. Sneakers aren't stylin. And now I have come to an agreement with my sister, Jenny. Instead of us working against each other like those other dysfunctional brothers and sisters, we're going to rise above that level by being trusting with each other. The deal is that I don't tell on her, she doesn't tell on me. She's agreed that now that I've started to mack, she's ok with me dropping her off at the library or a friend's house for a couple of hours. Not bad eh? Thus I now have time for dates, and my sister can visit her friends or do ish at the library. It's so great having a semi-mature sister. Plenty of hot girls out today when I went out to buy my boots. Ooooowee. Now I just have to become comfortable approaching when I have my sister around. I didn't try it today, but sometime or other I might. Hmm, tomorrow I want to go macking. Then when I get home tomorrow, I can do some hw. I want to get my hw done as soon as possible, so I can go out macking a lot next week. And I don't know what time the Easter Vigil is tonight ... 7:30 I think? Ah wellz, I'll ask someone. I hope tomorrow is as nice as it was today. I even broke out my Kenneth Cole Reaction spring jacket. I like it, mad stylin'. If it's great out tomorrow, it's going to be good. I'm ready to get some more numbers, cuz I need some phone conversation practice. Ready to rumble bitch

Dammit, I forgot some more things. Ghetto Fabolous is a niiiiice CD. Young'n is friggin kickass, and a lot of songs on the CD are bangin. Another great song is State Property's Roc Da Mic. It's a bangin beat baby.

Just came back from chatting up with some fellow DJs from the forums. Good conversation. Some things I forgot to mention from today: I watched Derek Zoolander and I'm thinking about getting Timbs. Zoolander was maaaad stupid. Very pointless and overdone movie. Some parts are kinda funny, but overall the movie is eh. I dunno, I guess I'm more of the witty comedy type or something. Ah wellz. As for getting a pair of Timbs ... yeah. I dunno what color to get though. Black or normal color? What would go well with khakis? Cuz sometimes I don't like to go all out all semi-formal looking, and sneakers don't go well with khakis. A definite no-no. And should I get the boots w/ normal height heel supports or the lower cut versions? And should it be Timbs or Lugz? Argh, too many choices. I'll sleep on it

Well, today was a beauty. It was sooo nice out, but it was Good Friday so I couldn't play b-ball or what-have-you. So instead, I just went to do some research for my American Studies paper, and I found some pretty good stuff today. I missed out on a good opportunity to talk to a girl. This is why I am not qualified as a bona-fide DJ yet, for I miss out on opportunities. Okay, so there I was waiting for the light to switch to walk. I look to my right, and bang. A cutie is standing right there. I make eye contact, bang. I check the light, then look back at her. More eye contact. Look away, more eye contact. She walks a bit closer to me. Doh! I didn't ask her name right then and there. WTF!? Very stupid of me. That's my new thing to work on, along with getting more numbers. So my goals as a DJ right now are: get more numbers, ask those girls out for a date or two, and don't miss out on good opportunities. A great quote from one of the DJs - "Hesitation leads to masturbation." Thus I must approach. Ready to rumble bitch

Whas bangin? Hmm, I just finished watching Rat Race and The Glass House. Mmm, Lee Lee Sobieski is rather cute. But too damn serious in the movie. Damn girl, lighten up, get a smile. Rat Race was actually pretty decent. Not great, but decent. When I first saw the commercials for it, I thought it would suck. It wasn't too bad, and some spots were pretty funny. Damn, I hate when I have to take care of my sister. Shit I'm bored right now. I'm still sore from b-boying on Tuesday. Okay, lemme review my plans ... do chores, eat, go to mass tonight. Tomorrow I'll go to Manhattan and do some research for the American Studies project. It's not like I'm going to chill with my friends cuz that would be just wrong on Good Friday. And you know what I learned in Theo class last week? It's very likely that the Last Supper took place on a TUESDAY night, not Thursday. Cuz there's just too much shit to do in one night. A coupla hours for the last supper, another hour or two for the Garden of Gethsemane, a couple more hours visiting Pontius Pilate, then more time visiting the Sanhedrin, and even more time spent to visit Pontius Pilate a second time. Yup, way too much stuff to cram into one night. Saturday I'll do nothing much since it's Holy Saturday, but I can attend the Vigil service. Then on Sunday ... woohoo! Macking time baby. Ready to rumble bitch

Seriously, music is soooo great for getting pumped up and all energetic. Fabolous's Young'in (sp?) is soooo kickass. And right now the three best house/techno songs I've heard so far are: Darude's Sandstorm, Becca's You Make Me Feel, and Ian Vandahl's Castles In the Sky. Damn those songs are kickass. Yup, pure bangin.

Well, guess what? It's VACATION BABY!!! Woo! I think I bombed the math quiz and chem test, but ah wellz. But still, I label today a great day. Ok, lemme review. My homeroom advisor brings doughnuts in today for breakfast cuz it's going to be vacation, next period I bomb the math quiz, and then some other classes, lunch etc. In Spanish class, we played scrabble using spanish palabras (words), and on my board it was the Asian Sensations (Quang and I) versus Ponterotto versus Magrogan and Dave. Las Sencaciones Asiaticas kicked some sorry ass. Muahahaha, we destroyed them by like 50 points. Quang and I now have the handshake thing where we twiddle our fingers instead of shaking hands. Yup, it sounds corny, but it's still funny. I bomb the chem test next, and then we finish watching "A Fish Called Wanda" in film class. Strange strange movie. I go home, drop off my bags, and then go to Chui's place and get ready to mack baby. So today it was only Leo, Chui, and I cuz Eben had to go to Kumon (math classes), and bang, I'm ready to rumble. We wander around for about ten minutes, no hotties. Then bang, the bus stop! I see a cute chick, think of approaching, but ... argh! Nervousness kicks in! I chicken out the first attempt. So we walk around for a lil bit, and when we pass by the bus stop again, there's another hot girl! Whoooa. So this time I gather my balls and approach. Hi, hi, Alice, John, yadda yadda, school, Bronx Science, yadda yadda, vacation, Disney World, gotta go, number? Sure, you have paper? Bang. My first number baby. It was sorta choppy at parts, but perhaps I'm just overreacting and overanalyzing. I was kinda surprised, but bang. It felt great afterwards. Now to wait a week, and it'll be all good. During that time, I can get another number or two, increase my potential dates. Ok, so anyways, afterwards, Chui didn't talk as usual, and Leo's balls were nowhere to be seen today. I guess it just wasn't his day, cuz normally he's able to approach. My next approach was to try and get Leo and myself some conversation w/ two girls: (I approach, with Leo hanging a bit back) hi, hi, Names? Liz, (other name I forgot), John. Yadda yadda, joke, yadda yadda, hey I have a friend that would like to talk to you. (I turn around) What? Where'd he go? Haha! Leo was gone, so I ask the girls for their numbers, didn't work, ah wellz. I go back and find Leonard, and he said he was trying to find Chui. Haha Funny stuff. Oh that reminds me, whenever I talk to a girl now, I'm going to get more experience by asking for the number every time. If the blow me off, then nevermind, but if I get a somewhat decent convo going, then I'm going to go for the number baby. Yes, I get to sleep a looong time tonight. Woohoo. Then tomorrow I'll clean the house, watch a movie, breakdance, and then at night go to the mass. Woohoo. And argh, no macking on Friday and Saturday ... it's just wrong. But Sunday is Easter Sunday! Woohoo. That's going to be good. Another macking day there, cuz Easter Sunday has never failed to have good weather. Sunny and mild. Always. Even if there's rain in the morning, bang, by afternoon it's sunny and nice. Ready to rumble bitch

(sigh) Me calmo, me calmo. I wish to maintain a calm, confident composure, and not explode into a frenzy of anger like I would have about one month ago. Cuz looking back on my day, before I would have thought it to be a rather sucky one, but I'm thinking now that I'm one lucky bitch. I mean, I'm self-confident, friendly, go to a good school, am healthy, have a great set of friends and family, and so on. And from reading Hiroshima, damn. People who were f*cking melting (!) did not complain. Their skin slid off like pieces of glove when a man tried to pull them to safety from the water. People are starving in the world. What do I have to worry about? Getting a good grade on a test. Ha. What BS. Ok, lemme review the day now that I've calmed down a bit. Theo test in the morning, kicked it's sorry ass. Got back the commercial script for Spanish, and got a C+ on it. There goes my avg. However, if Quang and I are able to kick some ass on the actual acting part, we can get an A+ on that part to avg to a B+. Afterschool was b-boy club, and I stayed too long so I couldn't get to work out. F*cking shit. We have to empty our lockers for spring cleaning, so I go home in fucking shitty weather, with a 20+ lb backpack on my back and a 20+ lb duffel bag in hand. Then I see NO fucking girls on the train today, and when I DO see a girl on the bus, I can't get to talk to her cuz she's in the front, I'm in the back. And I can't go approach cuz of my f*cking bigass heavy shit duffel bag. And guess what? I have to fucking study for a math quiz that I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, and then I gotta study Chem for the big Chem test tomorrow. Right now I'll go relax, listen to music for a while, and then start my hw. Ready to rumble BITCH!

Ok. Today was a rather decent day, considering I didn't get too much sleep last night finishing up my homework. Ack. Hmm, my third tri kickass streak continues with another Honors grade to tack onto my Spanish grades, and I'm doing well overall in the other subjects. It's going to be put to the test tomorrow and Wed though, cuz I'm going to have a Chem test, Math quiz, and Theo test. Last Chem test I got a C+, so that's the only subject I'm bombing right now. Right now in Math we're doing some stuff that I have no idea what the hell Ms. Weatherall is talking about, cuz she can't really teach that well. I can get it though. And Theo, argh. 5 out of seven short essays, in which I only know two definite essays. The rest can be anything from like a dozen handouts he gave out. Ah wellz. Hmm, Noel seems to disagree with the DJ mentality and methods once again. Okay, he said basically that I'm going about it all wrong. One should not approach a girl out of nowhere. I do agree with that in part, yet I'd rather actively pick up chicks rather than have some twist of fate bring "the one" into my open arms. Bullshit. When I had no idea about the DJ ways, I used to see a hot girl and think, "Whoa, hot girl! Mmmm, yummy. I'd never get a girl like that." Now I think, "Whoa, hot girl! Mmmm, yummy. Lemme talk to her." There is no reason to just sit idly around waiting for a chick to come to you. Be active. DJing, believe it or not, is NOT, I repeat, NOT all about picking up girls. It's about changing your life, your mindset, your attitude, your self-confidence. It's about learning to live, love, be satisfied, and to take command of your life. Though it's focus is on the picking up chicks aspect, the way of the DJ teaches you to NOT put girls on a pedestal, and to have other things above them on your priority list. Eg, right now my list consists of: family & friends, school, social life & having fun, breaking, girls, b-ball, billiards. Girls are in the middle of the pack, where they should be. Ahem now that that's done, after school, I got a haircut, went home and bang I'm here. Tomorrow I can gel my hair again, so I can try a convo or two tomorrow. Ready to rumble bitch.

Hmm, I'm going to make the DJ site not a secret anymore, cuz I just feel too damn sorry for all the AFCs out there. I'm putting it as a link.

Sup! Today was fucking bangin yo. Woo. I made like 5 or 6 approaches, and got progressively smoother at talking. Okay, so let's review the day so far. Wake up at 7:30 cuz the sun is shining in my eyes, and I pull the covers over my head to sleep until my alarm rings at 8:40. I get up, do morning stuff, and then go to mass. Meet up with Eben there, and the padre today had a pretty funny homily. Some stuff he said, "You young people, don't give into the temptations during your spring break." And "I am an ass for Jesus." Hehe The second one is out of context of course. After mass, I go teach in CCD, and then afterwards, it's bang! Ready to rumble time. I make the first approach of the day, talking to this cute girl in a skirt. I've progressed to smoothly asking for the name, even despite resistance. The convo went something like,
Me: Hi. What's your name?
Her: (smiles), oh I'm not playing these games. (shakes head)
Me: (smiles with an innnocent look) What? I'm just asking for your name.
Her: What's your name?
Me: John, and now that I've told you my name, you gotta tell me yours.
Her: (hesitates)
Me: (bus is coming) Ok fine, I'll just let you go then. Bye!
Her: (as I'm leaving) It's Patricia!
I go back to my friends, wave bye, etc. I've learned not to put up with their games, and as you can see here, once there was a sense of urgency and possible loss on her part, she cut the crap and gave the name. I had bigger fish to fry though, and later I'd talk to some other girls. My approach right now consists of: Name, Age, Where you headed?, Talk about where she's headed or whatever, and number request. I've only started to progress past the name and age with my most recent approach, on a chick in Mickey Ds. I made her laugh, got some smiles out of her, it was all good. But she had a boyfriend. Ah wellz, it was worthwhile. So in all, today I had two semi-rejections (the first and last approaches), and had about 4 or 5 total shutdowns. One funny one is when me, Leo, and Eben approached a group of girls eating, and asked, "Are you girls single?" "No." Well that was bad, but it was mad funny. Another funny one was a joint approach w/ Eben, in which he said, "Hello laaaaaadies." (They ignore him totally.) "What's your name?" (ignore him and walk away) "Hey, I just wanted to know your names." HAHAHA That was freaking hilarious! We were cracking up afterwards. Well, Chui chickend out today again. I dunno what's his problem. I guess we'll just have to wait until he snaps and just doesn't care anymore. That's what happened to me before. And that's what started my active approaching. I gotta get a haircut tomorrow, cuz we're going to be mackin it on Wednesday again. I didn't progress to numbers today, but at least I got past the name and age part. And I did also ask for one number, but got turned down. Ah wellz. I'll get it soon. Ready to rumble bitch.

Not to mention the new dance song, "Heaven" is friggin bangin yo. Even though it's fucking AFC, the music and beat to it is freaking bangin. I mean, come on, "Baby you're all that I want, when you're lying here in my arms, I'm finiding it hard to believe, we're in heaven. And loving is all that need, and I found it there in your heart. It isn't to hard to see, we're in heaven." hahahaha, What a load of AFC bullshit. Actually, I wouldn't mind it when I give up the DJ mentality when I get a wife, but right now, it's so bleh. But the song is still fuckin bangin. Ian Van Dahl's Castles in the Sky is pretty damn good too. However, the best dance song ever is still Becca's Make Me Feel. That song always gets me hyped, without fail. Woo! Time to sleep.

Ooooh shit. I forgot all about doing the Chem extra credit! Argh. Ah wellz, it can't be helped. It ended up taking me a bit over 3 1/2 hours to read Hiroshima, which is a quality book by the way. I read it this past summer, forgot all about it, and so I had to read it again now. It's freaking amazing how we think of our lives as sucking ass when we haven't had our homes blown to freaking hell by a freaking atomic bomb. Not to mention deal with the afteraffects of radiation sickness, the deaths of family and friends, and seeing so much death around you. (shakes head) It's a sad, sad world out there. Right now I think society promotes self-pity. Me, I loathe self-pity. I tried it out, and it sucked ass. Nothing good came out of it. So anyways, I just finished my history DBQ, which took two hours instead of the intended hour. Ah wellz. At least all I have to do for tomorrow is spanish, math, and study for chem and shit. And tomorrow I get to approach girls again, woooo! Ready to rumble bitch.

(sigh) This Hiroshima book is taking me much longer to read than I had previously anticipated ...

I am NEVER going to try to pick up girls when it's this cold ever again! Ok, before I go into my rant, let me review the day. Wake up after 7 hours of sleep, and get ready to start a bangin day. The day, really, was bangin except for the part I'll get to later. Okay, so wake up, go to school, ace the history quiz. I get my Spanish test back, and BANG! It's an A-!!! This is freaking bangin! Freaking bangin yo. Craaaazy. I decide to change the topic of my paper from Full Metal Jacket to Dr. Strangelove. I just couldn't find a single damn thing on FMJ and so I just ditched it. I go through the rest of the day, and in gym class we play speedball. It's some sort of strange made-up sport that only Regians play, but it's actually a pretty fun game if you're winning. It was my class versus the more athletic 2E-2. Normally, they kick our ass in every possible way in every possible sport. However, today we just clicked. We executed and our teamwork was phenomenal. We jumped to a 20-0 lead, and then kept it. I played D, my favorite spot, and blocked several catches from being made. I was named Most Valuable Defensive player by Christian hehe. Indeed, today was a great day for me, and our team as a whole. We ended up beating the crap out of 2E-2 by about 84-67 I think? Damn we kicked ass. So afterschool, I go home, call up the people I asked yesterday if they could chill. And all of them couldn't make it. So I went alone. It was too freaking cold, so I went to play billiards for an hour. After that hour, I was freaking hungry and freaking cold so I went to eat pizza. Then I went out to look for some girls, and all of them had some guy with em. By then I'm freaking freezing cuz it's 30 degrees out, but with the wind chill taken into account, it feels like 19. So I go into the Wiz to warm up and check some CDs. I weary of the cold, so I just head home. That was a horrible macking day. I prolly could've made it work if it had only been about 20 degrees warmer dammit. Too damn cold ... damn it was cold. So in summary, the only girl I talked to today was when I was getting off the subway and noticed a cute asian girl (bout a 7) that has green eyes. So I smile at her and ask her if that is her natural eye color. She says something in reply, we head upstairs, and there you are. Eh, it's a start. Countdown to semi-formal: roughly 5 weeks. Number of female prospects: Zero. Zilch. Nada. Aight boy, this means I've got to start getting some balls and approaching whenever I see a hot chick. Even if she's in a group of girls, I definitely have to start approaching if I think a girl is hot. I did get some looks today since I wore the leather jacket and truly spiked up my hair this time. However, it was mostly from older girls, about college age, and I just exchanged smiles/looks with them as I passed by. Ah wellz. Ooooh shit!!!!! I just looked at the forecast for Sunday, and daaaamn it's gonna be nice! It's predicted to be in the low 50s but will feel like the mid 40s, and damn it's gonna kick ass! Aight. This means that I can relax tonight, read Hiroshima tomorrow while my sister's in her writing class, do the DBQ in the afternoon, and do the spanish and math hw. Then on Sunday, I can teach go to mass, teach CCD, and bang! Approach some girls baby! Wooo. I'll do that for a couple of hours, and then I'll go home to study chemistry and theo. Ooh yeah! I'm ready to rumble bitch! My fav line from Swingers: "You're so fucking money and you don't even know it!" hehe, Great movie about DJing.

Wooo! Today was freaking bangin yo! Oooooooowee. Except one part, but ok, let's review. Got a bit less than 8 hours of sleep last night ... :) ! That's kickass sleep for me. I'm going to start doing my hw at 6 now instead of at 7, so I can sleep early. Cuz today I had some good experiences when I stayed awake on the train coming home. Okay, so afterschool, I worked out and then on the train home I dozed. When I wake up it's pretty crowded. I look around, and bang! Hot chica at 3 o'clock. The train clears out at about 111 street, and bang, eye contact made with the college chick. She looks away for a while, eye contact again. Bang, again. It gets to Main, I get off and I'm thinking: "Kickass!" I get on the bus home, and bang! A hot chica gets on. As she goes past me, I flash the eye contact and the eyebrow flash of interest. She makes eye contact and goes past me a lil, looks around, and then sees me again. Bang, eye contact. Bang, eye contact. Bang, eye contact. I started smiling, thinking ooh shit, this is like putty in my hands baby. The guy sitting next to me gets off the bus, so she takes his seat! Excellent. Then I freeze. I couldn't think! When I finally say something to her, and here comes my stop! Argh. I know what my problem is. I gotta get into the DJ mindset of talking before the girl comes. Cuz once a cutie comes in view, my mind focuses on her and not my DJ skillies. I would rate the girl on the bus about a 7.5, and damn that was the most eye contact I've received in a while. Ooooowee. Tomorrow is a new day, and another day for mackin. Dammit, tomorrow Chui is going to be busy, so there go my plans of playing the approach em game again. Hmm, maybe I can get Carlos or Alberto to join me or something.

Today was a rather good day. I think I did ok on the Spanish test. I believe that I got in the B range. Then I had a whopping, massive, incredible, 2 hours 40 minutes free time! In that time I read the history chapter due for fri, ate lunch, and worked on the Spanish commercial with Quang. We are officially the Asian Sensation Association! hehe It's just something we thought up while working on the commercial ... hmmm, I spoiled one really good chance to talk to a girl today. I better not go back to my old ways. I'll try to get to bed early tonight so I can be awake when opportunities arise. Oh and another thing: there was a leather jacket in the closet! I can't believe it. I dunno if it's for males or females though. And dammit, it's not black. Black is muuuuch sleeker and stylish, but hey, I'll take the brown leather any day over bubble jackets or what have you. If I find out this is for guys, I'm gonna try an experiment. Tomorrow I'll spike up the hair, wear the leather, and bang approach girls. Let's see if there's a higher success rate. Cuz I've heard that it does help a lot. Interesting ...

Dammit I forgot one more thing: Chui has some reeeeeeeally hot cousins.

Some things I forgot to mention: today in American Studies class, Ms. Sturiano sang songs. She has a rather good singing voice. And Old Navy gave me a bonus bubble package when I bought my shirts yesterday. Y'know, people say it's best to get a female friend's point of view while shopping for clothes ... so next time I think I'll bring a female friend along. And crap, math is going to be starting to get hard again. Hmm, so I finished studying for the spanish test, I'm looking over Math right now, and I have to do that freaking spanish script. For some reason, I don't feel overwhelmed. Just three or four weeks ago, I would've been panicking, cursing, and basically stressing over everything. Now, I'm ... cool, calm, and collected. I looove that phrase. hehe

Well, today was a pretty kickass day. My third trimester whupping of school is continuing. Today I got back two (!) A+ grades in Spanish class! That's freaking amazing since I haven't had an A+ in Spanish since the first tri, and then I get two back on one day. Kickass. then I get another A on an English quiz. Niiiice. I'm doing well so far. I've got one and a half weeks left to go and then it'll be vacation. Oh, and today no hotties in sight. Where oh where have the hard bodies gone? Hehe Reminds me of that old song from a coupla years back, ... "Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo, Where have all the cowboys gooo-ooo-ooooone??? Doo doo doo ... etc" Hehe That was a kooky song. Even so, I was able to get eye contact with this cuuuute (about a 7 or 7.5) college chick on the bus as I was entering and she asked me some question about the area or something. Anyways, there was one thing today that sorta struck me. In some conversation or other, it got around to whether it would be right to have sex now. Do the pros outweigh the cons? Argh. Thoughts and questions to muse and ponder over. Right now I can't say anything cuz I don't have any opportunities to bang a girl, so I'll have to wait a bit. Like say, two weeks. I aim to talk to enough girls by then to be comfortable talking to random cute girls on the street, and then progress to getting some numbers. One step at a time ...

Woohoo. Today was freaking kickass so far. I'm really starting to learn how to balance the time between fun and work. Okay, so in the morning, I went to mass and then taught at CCD. I didn't have my normal class today cuz there was a shortage of teachers, so I took the fourth grade. They were much easier to handle than my normal fifth grade class, cuz they were actually listened to what I was saying. There were two annoying kids though, but overall they're a good group. Afterschool, I went to Mickey Ds w/ Leo and Chui. We decided to play the talking game again, and bang. We see two hotties in front of us on the line. Chui chickens out. Okay, so while we're eating, we see this chick eating alone. Chui chickens out again. So I say that he better go approach her or else I'm going to tell her that you want to talk to her. He doesn't once again, and so I go up and tell the girl, and when I turn around, Chui is gone! We meet up with Eben, and bang, let the games begin! First we head to Old Navy and Modells so I could buy some stuff, and afterwards bang. Fun fun fun. I did the first approach as usual, getting utterly rejected, but ah wellz. Eben did two approaches today, quality stuff. Chui did none, and Leo did none cuz we were trying to get Chui some action. So that didn't work. Okay, now for my review of my skill advancement today. Ok, next time don't wait for the guys. If they don't approach, then it's all green light for me. Cuz I missed out on approaching some cute honeys cuz we were delaying and debating who should approach. I gotta take some initiative next time. Hmm, oh yeah. I used to think that Main Street was so crappy for picking up honeys, but daaamn. Now that I know I should approach girls and I actively look for hot ones even across the street, it's a freaking hotty mine! Tons of cuties up in the house there. No need to go to Bay Terrace when I can just chill right on Main Street and do some pickups there. Hmm, so yeah. Chui, Eben, Leo, and I will be macking it on Friday, so let's get ready to rumble. I should always play Becca's You Make Me Feel before I leave the house cuz it gets me sooooo freaking pumped up. Woooo. This week I'm going to try to talk to some chicks on the bus/street/train etc. Actually, scratch that, I'm definitely going to talk to some chicks this week. Quoting Yoda from Star Wars hehe: "There is no try, only do." Or something like that. Hehe See? Star Wars does have some DJ stuff.

Aww hell yeah!!! Today was frigging kickass. After coming back from Queens College, I went home, ate lunch, and did some hw. Then I breakdanced. And guess what? I GOT WINDMILLS!!!!!!! Yeeeeeah! Frigging awesome! They're not perfect mills, but they're presentable. With practice, I can try to do turtles into mills. Woooo! Woot!? That's right, I got mills. Yeah! I was so ecstatic. After dinner my mom, sister, and I made some cookies. Mmmm, chocolate chip cookies. Yum. Then I watched some Kentucky beat TULSA in the NCAA tournament, and now I'm here. Good stuff.

Aww hell yeah!!! Today was frigging kickass. After coming back from Queens College, I went home, ate lunch, and did some hw. Then I breakdanced. And guess what? I GOT WINDMILLS!!!!!!! Yeeeeeah! Frigging awesome! They're not perfect mills, but they're presentable. With practice, I can try to do turtles into mills. Woooo! Woot!? That's right, I got mills. Yeah! I was so ecstatic. After dinner my mom, sister, and I made some cookies. Mmmm, chocolate chip cookies. Yum. Then I watched some Kentucky beat TULSA in the NCAA tournament, and now I'm here. Good stuff.

Dammit, freaking blogger erased my message. Grrr. Anyways, today I GOT WINDMILLS!!!! How freaking crazy is that? I was just breaking a bit today and thought, "What the hey, lemme practice my mills." And BAM! I got like 4 in a row. Freaking crazy. WOOOOOOO!

Sup. I just had the freaking craziest nightmare ever. Okay,so I start riding home from the bus from school to go to the train station for some strange reason since in real life I don't have to do so. I get off the wrong stop, and then since it's a beatiful day outside, I decide to walk the extra stop. Heck it's only two blocks or so. I start walking, and walk past this bum who I look at. I turn around and bam, he's following me. I get a little nervous, and walk faster. I trun around, and he's still there right behind me. So I start to jog, and no matter how fast I go, he's still walking at the same old pace and chasing me. I pour on the jets and run to get to the train station, but for some reason it's not there. I must have made a wrong turn somewhere! I take a right, into some sort of park. For some reason I highly doubt it's Central Park, but I'll get to that later. Okay, so I head inro the park, start running down a path, and I hear him still following me a bit back. I go around the path and cut through down a hill labeled Hunting Grounds to see if I can outsmart him. Well, I did, but I took the wrong path since once I got to the bottom of the hill, he was there! Oooh shit. I get up, and start jetting for my life. I stumble on something, and he's right on my heels. I pick up a rock, and he just stands there looking at me. He looked like a deformed, evil version of Santa Claus. He had the super scarlet face, a hugeass nose, bum clothes on, scraggly and dirty hair, and some of the ugliest teeth I've ever seen, both in real life and in dreams. I throw the sizable rock I had in my hand with all my strength and hit his nose, square in the middle. A blow that would have broken any other being's nose did not affect him at all. He just smiles at me, and starts to advance mumbling some sort of name repeatedly. I believe it was something that sounded like the name James Kennedy. I pick up a large, thick stick this time, and just take a thwack at him. He is not affected! By this time I'm scared shitless, and he just starts saying James Kennedy again. I scream, "What do you want from me!? Are you going to rape me!?" And with an evil sneer, he says, " No, I'm going to do much worse. I'm going to kill you." From out of nowhere, he gets this bigass log in his hand, and I run toward a nearby building that's in the middle of the woods. I try to find the entrance to the building, and he runs at me for the first time and tries to squash me like a bug against the side of tthe building with the flat end of the wooden log he has in his hand. I dodge it at the last second and place a big kick into his gut ) I had boots on btw. No affect! He tries to crush me into the wall again and again, and I dodge every time and hit him to no avail. Growing tired, I kick the log out of his hands, and finally find the entrance to the building. I run upstairs and collapse, scared for my life and breathless. The evil bum comes up, and stands over me. He is poised to kill me when ... a ton of guys from Regis come into the room and sit in the desks that are laying around there. The bum all of a sudden is not above me, and I get up. I ask Ed why these guys are here. He says, "Well, we meet here to practice plays and stuff. Relieved at my good fortune I look into the back of the room, and I see the bum sitting down in the last seat. I go downstairs and call the police as quick as I can. They come over, and I tell the all that happened. They raid upstairs with a special unit of officers, and next thing I know, I hear an alarm screeching, "The Monkey is on the loose! the Monkey is on the loose!" I rush upstairs to see what the heck is happening, and halfways there, I see this strange primate running down. Somehow, I know that it is the bum I had been fighting, and I see the window about 10 cm open. I think that he can't get throught that, but he manages to somehow squeeze his head (which was bigger than his whole body) through, and so while he's getting his body out, I slam the window down. Multiple times. It just slips out and goes back to normal form. I run downstairs to give chase, and when I reach the door, I see he had already slaughtered a whole bunch of police officers that had just arrived at the scene. I try to find the monkey thing, and when I catch up to it, I grab it and bite off it's neck, effectively decapitating it. The scene all of a sudden swoops to two space shuttles doing in opposite directions in outer space, and I intuitively know that the monkey thing's remains are aboard the two ships. As they go past the moon, the two shuttles start gravitating towards each other. They crash into each other with a huge explosion, and the monkey's remains start to reform into a body ... And that's when I woke up. Strange ass nightmare eh?

Sup! Today was freaking BANGIN yo. It was soo much fun. Okay, so I wake up, go to my doctor's appointment, and then go back home and clean the house. So then about 2 o'clock I go over to Chui's place and Chui, Leo, and I go off to Bay Terrace to have some fun. Our aims for the day, go see a movie. And if we see some chicks, talk to em. So anyways, we get there, no chicas. We go see The Count of Monte Cristo, and that movie was frigging awesome! Damn yo, it was great. This guy gets put into jail for invalid reasons, gets out after like 14 years, and then bang! He kicks some ass, get some sweet revenge, and gets the hot chick in the end. And damn yo, they had blatant iconography in there, with the good dude representing Jesus, wrongfully accused, and I know there was more stuff but I can't remember. But damn, it was reeeeeally good. After that, we just kidded around and shit, walking around the place. Then our minds turn to talking to some girls. Okay, first round: on the bus home. Bang, 4 different chicks to talk to. Our pick. So what do we do? Choke. We got too nervous and chickened out. Okay then. Round two: off the bus. We were deciding where we wanted to eat. I was freaking freaking PISSED that I didn't talk to the chicks on the bus. So I just snap. I just don't care anymore, and pull over this one girl and talk to her. Bang, mission accomplished. :D Okay, so then we head into Barone's Pizza place. There, we see this chick that keeps on checking out Leo. So we sit at the table next to her, and try to get Leo to mack it to her. He chickens out. But, and here comes a big but, Leo redeemed himself once we went outside to walk around Main. He just swooped in and talked to this lone chick at the bus stop. Niiiice. He's my number one fellow DJ in training. I think I'm a lil more advanced than him so far since I've been studying the DJ way longer than he has. But he's gonna read some stuff soon, so that's good. Then it was up to Chui to get some chick to talk to. We search, find some girls, but he chickens out. I'm very disappointed in him about that. I would've thought Leo would be the one chickening out, but not Chui. It seems I was mistaken; it was actually vice versa. He's not gonna develop out of AFC mode unless he starts talking to chicks. (sigh) Ah wellz. Anyways, here's an interesting tidbit about our conversation over pizza. Since the chick kept on checking out Leo, we were joking around that she wants Leo's cock and she's just throwing herself at him so he better go do something about it. And then somehow that gets turned into how big our penises are. Leo and I say ours are average, as in 5 to 6 1/2 inches long, and Chui says his is a lil bigger than average. Then we get to whether we measure our penises the correct way. As in, placing the ruler on the top of the penis, instead of the underside, since doing it the latter way can cause one to have larger than actual measurements. After that, we talk about how to measure the girth of our penises, and wonder how big the average girth of a penis is. Kooky stuff. Well, tomorrow I gotta bring Jenny to her writing classes, so I guess I can work on my homework there. Phew. Not a bad day. Not a bad day at all. :)

Dammit, in opening my new graphing calculator that I need for the pre-cal course, I cut my fingers in three places. Argh.

Sup. Well, today was a fantastic day. I am on a freaking roll right now. I did make a stupidass mistake on the history quiz, but I made up for it by doing good on the English and Math tests. Nice. Afterschool, I watched the cultural clubs battle it out in indoor soccer. The ACS combined itself with SLACS (the spanish club), and we dominated! Whoops, that's an alternate reality there. The super conglomerate was eliminated in two quick games. Ack. Hesperia won the tournament by beating out the German club, and then I went to Papaya King to eat. Mmmmm papaya juice. Then my mom called and started bitching to me about how I shouldn't come home late cuz I've been staying out too late for the past few nights. Eh, I KNOW I shouldn't be frustrated, cuz my parent's are usually cool and stuff. But dammit, I've been working my fucking ASS off for the past two weeks and I've been getting my best grades since the first tri in addition to maintaining a social life, and what the fuck do I get? My mom nagging me, and not showing ANY appreciation of my efforts. What the fuck. Shit man. I dunno, it just gets to me. Perhaps I'm not thinking logically. Maybe it's the hormones kicking in.

Haloo. Well, today's been a wonderful day. I followed my schedule for the first time last night, and got an amazing 8 hours of sleep. So, throughout the day, I was energetic, talking to everyone, and on the ball. We had a spanish mass in the morning, and at the end, we sang this weird song. So one dude says, "Wooord." I think, Word? Translate into Spanish and I say, "Palabraaaa." Hehe, and now some people are saying palabra now. hehe Dammit my neck is itchy. Anyways, I think I got my first hundred for a spanish grade for the first time since the first tri. Niiiice. At lunch today, there was the cultural bake sale, and Quang brought in his Vietnamese Jello. It's like, not fruity at all. The canoles from the Italians were good. Also good were the strawberry covered cheesecake made by Edmund, and some spanish roll thing filled with caramel. Argh, my faaace is itchy!!!! Arrrrrgh! I just came back from washing my face. And it's itching worse ... argh! I'm getting hives ... crap, what the hell happened? Ok, I should concentrate on this so I don't think about it ... damn it's itchy! OK. OK. Keep calm. Ok. I took off my tank top and tied it around my mouth and neck. It's actually working. Damn this must be a funny sight. Me with my shirt off, with a wife beater on tied around my face typing at my computer. hehe So since I didn't have too much hw, I went to the catechist training class today. It was maaaad boring, cuz basically I learned all of it last year. Dammit, fuck this shit. I can't tyupewell with right now cuz I have this fucking ithcing up tin the my face. Aack

Well, here's Chui's quote of the day for today:
"HERE IS MY FUCKIN' QOUTE/THOUGHT OF TEH DAY! WHY THE FUQ GRLS PISS ME OFF SO BAD...I HATE DIZ SHITZ...GRLS THINK THEY CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO....AND WHENI DUN DO IT SHE STARTS HITTIN' ME WHERE IT GETS TO FAR...SHE GAVE ME A FREAKIN CUT...SHE DIDN'T MEAN IT AND ALL BUT SHE STILL GAVE ME A FREAKIN' CUT ON MY ARM...SHE DIDN'T SAY SORRY NOR NOTHIN...I HATE IT WHEN Y BEST GRL FRIEND WHICH I CAN THINGS TO GETS ALL DIZ BITCHY ATTITUDE W/ ME WANTING TO GET DIZ AND THA WHEN SHE IS CLOSER THAN ME...I FEELT LYKE PUNCHING HER LIGHTS OUT! BUT I AM A GUY SO I CAN'T HIT HER!"
Okay Chui. Haven't you been reading the DJ site? Huh? Nope, I guess not. Cuz I wouldn't put up with that shit. Who the fuck is she to tell you what to do, when she can get off her lazy ass and get something that is closer to her than you are? Huh? Why don't you stop her from fucking hitting you? Get outta the AFC zone Chui, be a man. Just cuz you can't hit doesn't mean you can't lay a hand on her (aka grab her hand, not too rough, but strongly) and prevent her from hitting you. You're letting her walk all the fuck over you man. Be a freaking man, get a backbone and do NOT put up with her shit. If she's hitting you, tell her to stop, and if she doesn't, then you've got the right to stop her yourself in self defense (and no, as I said earlier, prevent her from hitting you, don't smack her around). Keep in mind that all the above applies if you're stronger than her ... which you should be hehe. Damn Chui, do you even read the DJ site? Do you even pay attention to anything that's there? I'll repeat it one more time: Do NOT put up with her shit. But don't be a jerk either. If she's joking around, then joke around with her. If this is the girl that you like and she likes you, then get ahold of your cojones and ask her out. I personally think that the hitting ish is part of the immature kino that she is using. Okay, lemme explain, since you probably didn't read anything like you were supposed to Chui. Kino is touching and all that physical contact that two people use when they attracted to each other. Usually it's done on the subconscious level. Eg. dilation of pupils (pupils get larger when you see something you like), mirroring of body postures/stances, self grooming (like the run through hair or shirt fix), etc. Now, when we were in the younger grades, don't you remember when all the guys would hit the girl, and then the girl would give chase? Yep, that was an immature form of kino. We didn't know why we liked hitting the girls, letting them give chase, and then hitting us, but we did. We liked them, but we just weren't in tune on that level yet. Sooooo, it seems that this girl of yours hasn't outgrown that yet. It's fine with some playful hitting, pushing, etc, but when it gets to hurting the other person, that's not flirting, that's stupidity on their part. Dammit, I can't say it enough Chui, read the site. You'll learn a lot about the philosophy of life, girls, and maturity, instead of playing CS all the time.

Well, here comes Chui's thought of the day for yesterday:
"The qoute of the day...it came from a grl i kno...so it will be bout a guy..."Guys are such a jerk...Your such a jerk, Nate!"...really strong words...."Guys are jerks cuz they neva care bout the grls they go out w/....they say i love you and tha i would neva break ur heart and shitz, but later on u find him fucking or kissing diz other grl"...she then starts hitting me lyke i did tha to her b4...man...i hate it when a grls pms kicks in...."all men are lyke tha...there are such jerks..guys are scum of the universe...they are here to jus break grls heart" She wuz really mad and emotional cuz the she started to cry and i hugged her saying all men are not lyke tha...then she thank you for trying to cheer her up, but then she said, "ur still a jerk like all teh others"....lol! So tha is all!"
Aight, so she wants to generalize. Ok, whatever. Well, here's the deal. The guy gets bored with the freaking girl, or maybe she doesn't take care of herself anymore and she becomes unattractive in his eyes. Don't get my wrong, guys do the same thing too. And why the hell was she getting pissed at you for Chui? You should've joked with her like, "Of course I'm like that (girl's name), that's why I get all the chicks." Hehehe, That would've been a good one. It's no use comforting her when she's in PMS mode, so don't do it, she'll just lash out at you and smack the shit outta yer head or something. Hehe

Whas poppin? Well, today was a pretty nice day. Woke up, felt sleepy, went to school, and went through the day. I'm right on with my plan, since I did some of history, and I have about 4 pages left to read, along with the rest of my homework. During film class, we continued watching Of Hearts and Minds. Damn yo, that's some messed up shit that went on in Vietnam. Some crazy scenes were when this guy had his hands bound behind his back. He was standing, and then the officer next to him just pulled out a handgun and literally blew his head open. The Vietnamese man fell, hit the ground with a thud, and a fountain of blood gushed forth from the massive puncture in his head. Another scene was when the Americans were in the whorehouse, playing with the breasts of the naked women in there and then banging them. Yet another sickening scene was that of the dead bodies being dragged across the ground. Crazy shit right there. Afterschool, I went to the College Bowl. The ACS has won every year, with an asterisk for last year cuz Mrs. Ramirez was a bitch at the end and didn't want to repeat the question. So anyways, this year the ACS kicked some ass. It ended up as a tie b/w ACS and the Gaelic Society, and so we had to split the booty. I got two doughnuts, and I had no idea that there was a blue cream filled doughnut. Tasted pretty good, but I still prefer jelly. After that, went home, yadda yadda, and here I am. So far I'm right on schedule, another 15 minutes and I'll start my homework. Oh yeah, Margaret has invited me to her sweet sixteen, which is coming up, in what? September? I wonder why 16 is the blowout year for girls ... and keeping on that topic, what the hell is the blowout year for guys? Eh, ah wellz.

Wow. Wow. Wow. I just finished reading Grapes of Wrath, and that was one hell of a book. Wow. That was one hell of a book. I'm in awe of John Steinbeck's writing. I hated The Red Pony, but The Grapes of Wrath definitely deserves classic status. Wow. Once I started reading tonight, the last 130 pages (ok, so I was mistaken earlier, give me a break), I was spellbound. I knew I should have gone to sleep, but damn, it was that good. The end was tragic, yet uplifting at the same time.

Okay, if you haven't read Grapes of Wrath but you want to do so, don't read past this.

Damn. The ending was sooo ... in a word, beautiful. Imagine a girl in her early twenties, giving birth to a stillborn. She is exhausted, heartbroken. Then her family brings her to a rundown barn to shelter her from the driving California buckets of rain. There, is a sick 50-year-old man, who hasn't eaten in 6 days. He needs milk, yet there is not enough money to get him some. The girl is wet and shivering, soaked to the bone, and so her mother undresses her. Yet, she is STILL willing to provide her own milk to the sick man, showing the utter kindness and simplicity of this people. This must be how poor people are. They truly are probably the most caring, helpful people in the world. One thing that sticks out in my mind from the book is when Steinbeck wrote something along the lines of "When you're in need, get help from the poor folk." Wow. I've got goosebumps from this book. Wow. I'mma sleep now.

Well, I gave Noel the secret DJ site earlier tonight. He said something like "It's a good site, but I knew most of the stuff said there already." Well, then put it into practice then! Okay, at least one weekday this week I'mma talk to some stranger. I don't care about what. I need to talk to a female stranger to advance myself. One small step at a time.

Oooooolright! I finished all my hw that's due for tomorrow, and so I'm right on schedule right now. I'll surf for like 10 mins as a reward to myself, and then finish up the last 100 pages of Grapes of Wrath. Woohoo. Tomorrow morning, I'll do half of history, at lunchtime I'll do chem, and bam! I'm set. Tomorrow afterschool I'm going to go to the College Bowl, which is a sort of Jeopardy thing with the different cultural clubs of Regis against each other. ACS! ACS! ACS!!! hehe, I wish Brian was back, he was freaking funny and was energetic as a leader. Hmm, in fact, I should be more like him. A good guy, he was. After College Bowl, I'll have some chem, history, spanish, and math hw to do. So I'll do that crap, & start my english essay too. That way, I'll be half done with it by Thursday night, and then I'll do that. I believe that this scheduling thing is starting to work out. Supportive words are always a plus (thanks Chui & Candíce). Now maybe I won't feel guilty when I go out this Friday or Saturday to finally get some chicas' digits. Hmm, Candíce was asking me what's my obsession with girls. I guess that's just the way guys are. Or at least, I am. As I told her, my life is basically going out, having fun, family/friends, b-boying, b-balling, and girls. That's my life in a nutshell.

Sup. Well, today was a great day. I woke up feeling pretty decent, went to school, and the day went by quickly. This afternoon I had 3 classes, and I had quizzes in each one. I think I did well in all of them, and I got back my Chem test, in which I got a C+. The class average was a C+ hehe. Yep, it was that hard. After school, attended ACS, worked out, and then went home. On the ride home it was mad packed so I couldn't get a seat, and then I see this cute chica a lil ways down. I make eye contact, for like 5 seconds, and I'm about to smile when she looks away. Argh. Then the stop comes and it's her stop. Double argh. Now I know if I see an attractive girl, once I make eye contact I gotta smile at once. No hesitation. When I came home, I ate dinner. Over dinner, we were talking about how my sister's teacher called her and her friends nerds, and then we got into the nerd conversation and stuff. Then my mom hit me with, "You've changed. I know you can be an Honors student if you tried hard enough. Now you hang out more with your friends than you study." For some reason, my dad's words like that I would get frustrated and pissed, but I take my mom's opinion to heart. When she says something, I take it and accept it and . . . dammit I don't know how to explain it. I guess it's just a matter of respect for my mom I guess. I gotta chill with all this internet crap. I have been able to cut out TV from my life, and now it's just a matter of cutting down on my internet surfing. Once I got that down, I'll be able to have enough time I think. Cuz the time I spend surfing can be spent doing hw and sleeping. Noel was right in that I wasn't able to follow my weekly scheduled like I was supposed to. This weekend I have a 3 day weekend, so if I can do a lot of homework on Thursday night, then I'll be all set to have some fun in Bay Terrace on either Friday or Saturday. Ready to rumble bitch.

Phew. Today was a rather good day if I say so myself. Let's see here . . . I woke up at 9, getting about 9 hours of sleep. Nice. Then I went to CCD, and Bryan was finally in today so I could relax for once and he taught the class. After, I went to mass, ate at Mickey Ds, and there was this really fiiiiiiiiiine lady there. Very curvacious. So anyways, after that, I got home around 3, did some homework, and then I have no idea how I went from finishing my Spanish hw at like 5 to not having done anything by 9:30. Then I thought about homework again, and thought, "Oooh shit." I read roughly 40 pages of this history thing I needed to read in about 20 minutes time. Then I skimmed Chem in like 5 mins, and I'll study that more tomorrow. I finished looking at potential research paper topics, and ended up b/w Full Metal Jacket or 2001: A Space Odyssey. Yup, both Stanley Kubrick movies. Anyways, tomorrow I need to finish part 2 of my computer project, cuz there was some OLE error on my computer. That sucks. Hmm, I really hope there will be no quiz in Spanish tomorrow or else I'm going to be pretty pissed and unprepared for it. Cuz during lunch I'm going to finish my comp, eat, study for chem, study for english, and read Grapes of Wrath. Dammit, I still have about 130 pages left to go in that massive novel. Argh. However, if I'm able to concentrate well enough like I did with history, I might be able to speed read them in like an hour. I'll see what I can make of it.

Sup. Well, I forgot some things that happened last night. Ok, so on the bus ride home, we were sitting in the back of the bus with a guy and a girl who were friends with each other. The guy and girl were talking about some crazy things, and here's how some of their conversation went:
Guy: "Ouch, my fingernails!"
Girl: "Oh you're such a fucking baby."
Guy: "Oh yeah, you're such a fucking bitch."
Girl: "Well fuck you asshole."
Guy: "Haha, that girl over there moved to the front cuz we were cursing."
Girl: "Haha, who cares? She's a bitch anyways."
Guy: "Yeah, what a fucking bitch."
Girl: "Yeah, a fucking fucking fucking bitch."
Guy: "What about you, fucking fucking fucking ho?"
Girl: "Hey, I'm not a fucking fucking fucking ho, you fucking fucking fucking cock!"
Guy: "Nah, you just want to suck my fucking fucking fucking cock, you fucking fucking fucking cocksucker."
Girl: "Nah, I don't want your fucking fucking fucking cock, cuz I've got one, two three (pointing at each one us) right here."
Guy: (laughs)
Girl: (licks her finger and touches her ass with the sound effect of a sizzle)
Now wasn't that a lively convo? So after that, we went to N@i to play a lil CounterStrike, andt then we went home. Not tob ad of a day overall, but I would've wanted to mack it to the honeys. There were like no girls out, next time we gotta go out a bit earlier, like arrive there around 5 or 6 instead of 7:45. I'm out.

Well, I got back from my day out just about a half hour ago. Let's review the day. Woke up around 9 cuz I had to drop off my sis at her writing class. I pick her up at 12:30, and then go to my class's reconciliation. The two boys who fought last Sunday, Chris and Andres, were like best friends now. It's crazy. My class knew all their prayers I think, and I'm proud of them. After that, I dropped off my sis back home to my parents, and then went out to chill with Chui and Leo. We were supposed to go to St. Francis Prep International Night, but Rob didn't tell us we needed to get tickets in advance. So we ditched that, told our parents we were going there, but actually we headed to Bay Terrace to check out the area. We would've went to see Time Machine, but we were a half hour late (the bus ride took 15 minutes longer than expected). So we go look around the place, and go to eat at Boston Market. While entering, I see a pretty hot girl (bout an 8), eye us up along with her friends. Argh, but I just made eye contact for a good 5 seconds and didn't smile. Okay, I gotta learn how to smile when a girl makes eye contact that long. Dammit, I'm such an AFC still. I'm gonna develop though, I've got some time. Need sleep now

Sup. Well, today was a rather good day. Let's see here . . . I got an Honors on the history test, and the other classes were a breeze. Afterschool, I went to games club for awhile, and then went to the chapel to greet the arriving Quest CXI members. They had better comments than us, but we had muuuch better names I think. I mean, come on. Chicken Farts (my small group name), compared to Doilalie or something like that? Chicken Farts is much better. Or how about or "Young and Dirty in the Hall"? That was a quality name. I should name my son that. hehe j/p Well, after that, I chilled with Christian and Ponterotto and ate w/ them at Mimi's, and then I browsed through HMV w/ Christian. Then came the dance. Well, this dance was pretty decent. From 7-8 I just listened to the band that was playing in the cafeteria. 8-9 I breakdanced only once cuz I was tired from playing b-ball on Thursday afterschool w/ Chui, and then 9-10 I had to work alone at the 85th street staircase. That was the most boring job ever! I regret signing up late. From now on, a week and a half before a dance, I'mma sign up for the 7-8 shift. That way I don't miss any fun stuff. After finishing my duties, I was ready to rumble since I hadn't danced with a girl yet that night. I charged in guns a blazing. Even though I had like a 30% shut down rate, I didn't care. I just shrugged it off and said to myself, "Ah wellz, her loss." I felt myself starting to get the DJ mindset down, not caring about rejections or what girls think. It's all about self-confidence. Anywayz, in that thirty minute time span, I grinded about 5 or 6 girls, and my record after 2 hours of dancing has been 7 or 8 I think. Next dance, my goal is to aim for the sky: Dance with 15 girls. Hehe, I can do it, if I did this in thirty minutes, then I can get 15 girls to grind in 2 hours time. Ok, and then the final dance I just got a girl, and danced with her. She was the cutest girl I danced with all night, and I got Eric to dance with her friend. Well, she got close to me, put her head on my shoulder, arms around my neck etc, everything going well, UNTIL Eric stopped dancing with her friend. Then she had to leave before our conversation developed past the name, age, where from parts. Guess what Eric said? He said to the girl he was dancing with: "Ok, you want to leave with your friend now?" Whoa boy. I definitely felt I could've scored the digits on the cutie I was dancing with too. Ah wellz. Ok, so here's what I learned from this dance: That I can obtain the mindset of a DJ. I mean, what's to fear when one approaches a girl? It's not worse than approaching a girl to dance. The worst that could happen is that you're rejected. Ooooh, I shudder in fear (sarcasm in there). So I gotta start approaching unas jovenes en la calle ahora. My long term goal right now is to get a steady girl I see somewhat often to go with the semi-formal in May. That means I gotta get a gf. I've got a lil under two months til it, so I better start working on this stuff as soon as I can.

OH THANK YOU GOD!!! I have finally finished studying (ahem, cramming) for the history test tomorrow. It took me something like 2 and a half hours, but I did it! =D I have raccoon eyes now. I need to buy a cucumber tomorrow and see if that shit actually works.

Sup. Well, today was a great day. The morning started out with an Honors assembly where I got my Merit card. Bruce and AJ then provided some entertainment by giving an exhibition of their skillie willies. Mad nice stuff. Then after that, the day was pretty damn good. In gym today we had to do the obstacle course. Okay, here's what you gotta do: First, you climb a rope. Then you run to a set of six tires and step in each of them (like the stuff they do in the army). After, slide under a stick that's about mid-thigh height. Run in and out of a set of cones (about 10 of em). Run the length of the gym, backpedal back, run the length of the gym again, sidestep back. Run to the side, do 3 jumps onto a chair, then do two pullups. Run, jump a certain distance, then jump over two mid thigh height hurdles and then you're done. I remember last year I HATED this, because I got soem bad rope burns. Last year the whole side skin of my left ring and middle fingers were scraped off due to rope burnization. Hehe, I love making up terms. And another funny thing that happened last year was when I lost my shoe when I jumped from off the rope. Yep, I lost it, and then I kept going! Haha, that was hilarious. But during the length of the gym runs my feet started burning, and that's when Donodeo just said to sit down. Haha, that was great. Well, anyways, I think I'm right on target. My time today was 56.1 seconds, and I think my best time last year was something around 55.7. So good stuff. When I got home, I practiced breaking a lil bit, and then my right forearm started bothering me again so I couldn't practice popping. Argh.

Whoops, the Chui thought of the day I had earlier was yesterday's thought of the day. So here's his real thought for today. "Today qoute/thought of the day is....."I love grls"...tha not my real qoute..."How will it be lyke if u were a grl..gettin hit on every sec. if ur hot or osmeone thinks ur hot...too hav eperiods...giving birth...and etc." Imagine urself being born as a grl rather than a boy...it mite let u think a little mo on how u can treat grls...and respect than more." I dunno...i really dun think grls as play things anymo...jus liking grls jus to have sex w/ and jus be out and neva talk to them again! Guys should respect grls mo...talkin' on how or planning on how to grab a grls ass and titties...but if a grl wants u to touch it i got no problem w/ tha! so tha is my qoute/thought of the day!" Chui, Chui, Chui. I totally agree with you on this one. Periods . . . damn. That's gotta suck. And birth . . . yowzas!!! That's got to be as bad as being shot in the ass, and probably even worse. As for respecting girls, yeah, we should do that. And we do, don't we? Well, as for the sex object aspect, if a girl is hooooot as heck, but has the personality of a tree (yet is horny like a dog in heat), what's a guy to do? I'd bang her prolly. I mean, what's the reason for me not to? Until I get so much sex that I don't want it like every day, I'd bang her. Once I get to the point of better than average DJ (my ultimate social goal), then I prolly won't need sex too often and I'd want a relationship more than sex. Right now, I'm an adolescent teen, and I want sex. However, a loving relationship with a girl would be a plus.

Okay. Today I have had some weird and some nice convos. Ok, first with the weird convo. I'm online, minding my own business until Carlos outta nowhere, says, "I'm gay." Then he says he's known it for a long time. Then he asks, "Who's this again? I forgot." Now, if you're gonna impersonate someone, don't be stupid. After this, I asked him a coupla questions only Carlos would know, and he just said, "brb". So then I knew that it was an impersonator, and I told the real Carlos so he could change his password. Next was my homework as a Don Juan. Asking a girl's opinion on the call once a week matter. Dani said she'd go crazy if her bf called only once a week, and I said something like "Yeah, exactly my point. It makes the girl think about you and value the time spent with or talking to you more." Then she got into some contradictions with herself and stuff. . . dammit, I should've just copied and pasted but I didn't save the convo. Ah wellz. Anyways, continuing my opinion on the calling matter, these guys who call every freaking single day is kinda sad. Even worse are the guys who call and then talk for a good 2 hours or so. You're not going to do anything productive by talking to a girl on the phone for two hours people!

Sup? Well, today was a great day, except for the fact that I think I didn't do better than a Sat on the chem test. Argh, I'm not going to get to work out this week. Cuz if I work out tomorrow, my arms will be sore for Friday (a dance day, which reminds me, I haven't signed up to work yet. Argh!), and then I won't be able to break well. Thus I gotta wait til next week. I'll continue with the day later, but now comes (drum roll please...) the Chui thought of the day! (applause and cheers heard in the background)
"Today's thought of the day is...."How come a grls talk bout a guy and the guy overhears her talkin bout him and the guy lykes her bak and the guy is still afraid of asking her out and why can't the grl ask a guy out...can't a grl ask a guy out...why must aguy be alwayz teh one to ask a grl out...and also when you hear a grl talkin' bout you in bak of you in the street and when u look bak at her to see how she looks and u laugh she looks at you in a strange way lyke wha the hell u staring at!" (diz mite be life experiences for me...well it is) (lol)" Ok Chui, a bit strange here. You say you want a girlfriend, and you have a girl who you like, and who likes you back. Hmmmmmm, this is a real toughie here... NOT! C'mon man, you're fucking money, be the wolf and eat the defenseless bunny. hehe I love "Swingers" preferences . . . now THAT was a freaking DJ movie! And I mentioned the girl asking a guy out thing a coupla weeks back, basically I said, "What the fuck is up with this feminist crap when they don't have the balls to ask a guy out?" I love it when I can get into philosophy/sociology mode.
On to the rest of my day. Well, the day was hectic, with me studying my ass off for the chem test, and after that was done, we had film class. We watched the first half of "Hearts and Minds," which documents the Vietnamese war, and the wrongful stuff that happened. I feel damn sorry for those innocent people who lost their homes. One of the depressing scenes was when an American soldier had this innocent thin little boy around the age of 9, with nothing on but a flimsy shirt, at gunpoint on the ground. After school, I went to Ms. Basile for Spanish help, and then went home. On the way home, I made a lot of eye contact with this college chick on the way to 42nd, made her blush, exchanged smiles, and I got off. Fun stuff. And then now I'm here. I finished up my history essay and now have to do Spanish and math. Oh, and today in the morning, the rest of the class was talking how you should call your girl every day. I thought, "Noooo way!" Once a week max IMO. People say different, but that's how it's supposed to be done. Makes the girl think about you more and value time spent with you/talking to you. Hehe, poor AFCs...

Well, today was a tad annoying. First, my dad had to drop me off at the last stop of the N train instead of at Main St since there were massive 7 train delays. The reason for this, Dave says, was that a train had derailed somewhere along the line from Queensboro Plaza and Times Square. Argh. Hopefully by tomorrow they'll have it fixed, or else I'll just have to take that N train again. It ended up taking me about an hour 20 mins to get to school today, and then I had classes and ish. Going home, people got confused as to where to go to transfer to the 7 since there was no announcement that you had to go to the Manhattan bound line, and I'm home now. I just finished eating a baked potato and some chicken, and now I'm full and ready to rumble for my massive amount of homework tonight. I have a very hard Chem test coming up tomorrow, and I haven't studied a bit. Argh. (SIGH) Ah wellz, nothing I can't handle.

Another Chui thought, which I will answer once again (mind you, what he wrote is in quotes, and my response is right after the quotes, but he has quotes in his post today, so it'll be confusing. But you're smart people, figure it out):
"Also....how do guyz find out they are gay???? DO they wake up and say "im feeling a bit gay today let me go check out some guyz"????...same wit grlz...how do grlz find out they r lezbians??? DO they wake up and say "i'm feelin' a tha i lyke grls today...lemme go check out some grlz"???? Tha will by my thought of the day...evryday i will post out a thought and ya'll answer it!" Ok Chui, another good thought on the kookiness of life. Hmm, I guess guys find out their gay when they start getting hardons when they see a hot guy instead of a hot girl. For girls, I dunno, maybe they experiment with their girlfriends, making out and stuff, and then somehow they get to doing other things like feeling each other up, and you know the rest. At least that's how I believe gay people get to be that way. Now here's a question: what's up with guys who are "straight," but act sooooooo gay? I dunno, cuz I have some friends that have a really feminine voice and sometimes they do gay gestures and shit, but I "think" they are straight. That's a tad strange eh? Hmm, and I was thinking...what is the world coming to? It hasn't been mentioned in a while, but didn't they say a couple of years back that around teh year 2030, at the rate we're using it, the world's oil supply will be gone, or at least greatly diminished? What the heck are we going to use, nuclear energy? Yeah riiiiiight! I don't my baby to be born without a limb! No way. Solar energy? Hmm, that could work if it they develops the batteries and keep the costs down. And another thing: what is the point of life? Is it, as religions says, to help others so as to preserve your soul for the afterlife? Or, perhaps there isn't any afterlife? That's what would be really annoying. Like those saint guys & gals living a life without sex, full of sacrifice, all work and no pleasure . . . That's gotta suck! I gotta do my history essay now.

Whoa, I just learned that Apolo Anton Ohno is a b-boy too! Cooooooooooooooool. hehe

Well, so far today has been pretty good overall. Except for the fact I feel maaaaaad tired. I had horrible sleep last night, waking up several times in the middle of the night for no reason, and also my dad woke me up b/c he was too noisy when he wanted to surf the net before breakfast. Many of my muscles were sore from breaking and playing ball yesterday, but I still made myself go to Mass and teach my class. Once again, Brian was out today, so I had control of the class, and for once for the majority of the 1 1/2 hours I taught, the class obeyed me and I got through my lesson plan. Woohoo. However, that all went to shiz when at the end, two of my pupils got into a brawl. I have no idea how it happened, cuz I was helping Jonathan find his lost lens, and the next thing I know, bam! Chris is on the floor. I help him up, he's crying, he seems calm, and then bam! He rushes Andres and gets a punch to the face. I get in between the two boys while Chris is still trying to grab Andres, and then I tell them I'm going to have to report this to Ms Virginia. All the way downstairs, Chris is telling how Andres slit his throat with a pen last year, and how Andres is fucking stupid cuz he failed last year, etc. I report them, and phew, the teaching day is over. After that, I relax and drink some hot chocolate in the teacher lounge, and then go get a bite to eat. After getting home around 2, I watch the rest of the Raptors-Sixers game, and then do some hw. Y'know, Vince is waaaaaaaaaay overrated. He does not take control of the game at all. Today he only got, what 12 points? He doesn't even drive to the basket that much anymore, and instead he relies on his broken J. He's becoming like Allan Houston now. Even though I don't like Kobe cuz he plays for the Lakers (I like underdogs, except if they're facing a team I like), I gotta give him props cuz when it's crunch time, he WANTS the ball in his hands, and he's got the skills and confidence to win the game for your the team. Vince, he's got jack shit. I gotta finish that computer project now, then watch the game and do my history essays.

Well, today was a great day. Woke up in the morning, blah blah. Read some Grapes of Wrath til my friends came over to break, and we were actually focused on breaking this time around. We broke from 2 to 4, and then played b-ball for another hour and half I think. I did kickass today even though my left hamstring was sore from playing yesterday. I did a no look backwards finger roll for a bucket, and my other driving finger rolls were working really well today too. I had a couple good passes, especially one to Eben, and my favorite drive of the day was when I was driving and I dodged Carlos arm and Will grabbed my other arm but I still finished! Woohoo. Then came the downpoints of the day cuz Will did some erratic passing into Chui's and Carlos's heads, Eben fell and hurt his ankle, and right after he got up, a strong gust blew. This knocked over the basket, which fell onto Eben's shoulder. After making sure he wasn't dead or anything, everyone started laughing their asses off. After that, we went inside and watched part of The Hand that Rocks the Cradle. When the woman was dyhing because she didn't have any asthma medicine, all of us started cracking up like crazy. I'm tellin you, those damn Americans are lunatics. hehe

Well, today was a great day! First off, I kicked some ass on the Spanish quiz. Guaranteed at least an A, and I think I'll restart rubbing my cross before I take tests now. It gives me confidence and calms me I guess. The rest of the day went all right, and we did a weird thing in guidance class but I can't talk about it since it's confidential, so ah wellz. After school, I went to ACS, and we determined that we'll be meeting on Fridays now, and some other shiz I forget. Next I went to Games Club where I played Boggle with Bruce, Noel, and two other freshman guys whose names I forget. I had an off day, winning only once or twice, and this time everyone won at least once I think. About 4:30 I went to the upper gym to play some b-ball since the Varsity team had finished practice, and I practiced over and over with my left hand layups and reverse layups for about 45 mins. Then I worked on my shot for about 15 minutes, and played versus other guys for the last hour. My shot was oooooooooon today, woohoo. If I work on my shot, I can probably be better than Leonard, and then I can kick some sorry ass. Cuz once I have a consistent J, people will have to respect my outside shot and it'll be easier for me to drive. Woohoo. And I'm starting to learn the different areas where you should bank when you're on the side of the basket. I got home bout 8:50, ate dinner, and now I'm maaaaad tired. Argh, I have quite a bit of hw to do this weekend, and tomorrow I'm gonna be busy for a lot of the day. It's nothing I can't handle though. And damn, I saw that girl who I see like once every two weeks again while walking to school. Dammit, I didn't talk to her. Okay, next time I'm definitely going to talk to her cuz I need to get out of this AFC funk I'm in right now.

Hmm, well I fell asleep while doing my hw for about two hours, and now I'm done so I'm bored and I can't sleep. I'll go to bed after I write this. Well, just some comments on the other people's blogs for the past few days: Candíce, yeah, your Spanish grammar was decent, but some things were off like adjective agreements and shiz like that.
On to Chui's blog. He's got even more thoughts hoy y anteayer.
"Also i want to kno why grls lyke to pinch and hit guys whne they ask guys a question! The azn grls a i kno hits me and pinch while telling me a question...is tha a habit or wha?! I have too much questions...but i am a quiet, kind, sometymes patient kinda person! Grls now these days too wants to have sex in such a yound age...and guys wants to get it 24/7 no matta how they feel...its like they sex to survive or somethin'! [...] but i think tha i won't do it wit a grl until we are both ready to have sex and all!" Interesting thoughts once again. Pinching etc is body language and a form of flirting/kino. Yup, girls are horny, just like guys. Come to think of it, I believe that girls may think about sex even more than guys. Hmm, nah, I think that might be an impossible feat. 24/7? Well, I dunno about that. Cuz if a guy has sex too much in one day, then he just can't get it up anymore after a certain amount of ejaculations. There are of course some dudes that can get it up numerous times in succession after ejaculations. Lucky bums. Until we're ready? Uh huh. Yeah right.
"One mo thing...When grls get through puberty there demands, and bitchyness kicks in through the roof...When they are teenagers theys spend how long on the phone talkin' to grls bout how good diz guy looks oh he is sooo sexy and all...while guys thinks on how u can get laid...guys haz a one mind track and tha is sex!" That is right on target. Girls like talking...a whole freaking lot.
"When guys drink we make fun of them being drunk and join them...but when grls get drunk we feel sorry for them...tha they either goin' to get banged by a guy that they want they never seen b4 and get pregnant ot they either get raped!" This is true probably. And such a sad aspect of our society. At least then AFCs get a chance to get laid, eh?
"I had another thought when i wuz on the cab...How is that Latin/Hispanic grls are the best lookin grls wit the nicest body...They have the nicest ass, legs, chest, nice curve, and face....they have evrything...but not all hispanic has those charcateristics...Then African grls got the second best lookin' grl...they got the ass, the chest, and the body....Third are whit grls....the majority of them are but ugly i think...but if they are not they are bangin'...they cna have the body, somehwat a chest and ass...the last on my list are azn's...sad to say but true...azn grls are pretty and have the nice thin body but they are flat evrywhere...the have no chest structure not ass structure...meaning their chest os flat and their asses are flat as hell! It very hard to find an azn grl in flushin' tha has a nice ass and the chest...and if they have those charcateristics they are either but ugly face or jsu perfect for me...lol" I have no freaking idea why that is yo! I've got to say that from what I've seen, white & azn girls have the nicer faces, while the hispanic/africans have the bodies. I'd prefer face over body any day, cuz that's what you gotta look at about 95% of the time. Of course I wouldn't get together with a girl that's like a beluga whale, cuz that's just bleh. I gotta be at least somewhat attracted to their body. Actually, I don't mind if they have flat chest and flat ass, as long as they're not fat (thin to average is fine) and have nice legs. Woohoo, legs! That's for the body. In a face I like gentle curves, as in they don't look like a guy with a broad jutting chin and ish like that. hehe And for personality, I want not too bitchy/moody, decent intelligence (can't be some dumbass idiot), makes good conversation, teases (that's so much fun), playful, horny, understanding, and sense of humor. That's a long list, but that's the girl I'm gonna marry (or at least someone like that). Doesn't have to be perfect, but dammit, if I'm gonna say "I do" when I'm like 29 or something, I'm gonna make sure that I can actually stand living with this girl for the rest of my life.