Crying Mother and The 11 Year Old Punk

2010-02-07T20:37:00.002+09:00

i post on this blog now as 'gay college student'
http://creepypeeper.tumblr.com/

i dont know when the next day is that i will want to write a diary of my life. i know no one gives a damn. live.

sperming around

2010-01-07T06:55:00.003+09:00

today was the first day back at school after winter break. i went to japan on winter break, and im kind of sad about being back in canada. the best thing that happened in japan was that me and my friends got fake pussies and when the heart beating moment came of opening the fake pussy and seeing it, smelling it, getting to know it, putting up with the wrapping just so i can have sex, i tried to enter but my penis was too large for it. i wasnt sure if i should be disappointed or grateful, but i managed to take out the rubber and foam inside and put it in drinking bottle instead of the plastic cup that it was in. i declared entrance again and it fit perfectly. at first just stroked my penis with it but then i thought of pretending it was a real pussy and holding it in place and fucking it with my hips. i enjoyed it better when my hips didnt have to move. i wanted to let the fake pussy do all the work while i just sat and moaned. (i didnt moan while using the fake pussy). the reason my penis didnt fit was probably because i accidentally got a "tight anal" one. my penis is only 7 inches when its erect. i dont have a monster cock.

i woke up early after going to bed at 5 pm last night. i am still not used to the canadian average human sleeping time frame. i needed to get a staple gun for painting class to staple canvas onto a wooden frame. the only problem was that it was inbetween the apartment i live in and school. i would have to get off the bus, purchase the gun, then wait for another bus to come, and im far too lazy not to feel negative about that. but imagined doing it after school was done when my stomach is usually begging and torturing me for food and decided to purchase the gun before school started.

as always i was almost late for my bus but i caught it, but when i got inside it was as hot as a sweating fat person. i had to take off my hat and unzip my jacket. i thought about how dull it looks out side while on the ride. i got to the home center. it was huge, and i walked around to find my gun. many tough men, most with facial hair were looking at tools and talking about plans on building various things. they must work hard and be proud of themselves when they finish building things. i felt like a weak twinkle boy surrounded by tough hairy men. i found the guns, but some were cheaper than others so i decided to confront a worker and ask questions. i found a man-worker with a huge mustache. i have been working on my own mustache for around a month and a half now and it is getting fuller by the day. i will never reach the hight of this man mustache-wise. he must have been thinking i was a complete wimp with many things to learn, many things to experience. every time i looked at his mustache i felt a sense of powerlessness and shame. he answered my questions, i said thanks, and he said no problem. obviously answering some easy gun questions is not a problem at all for a man with such a full mustache. i took the fucking gun to the pay counter. standing there was a huge girl with a name tag that said Brittany. britanny took my gun and i gave her my visa card. then she handed me a pen that had a tag on it that had "britanny" written with colorful pens in a cute style. she had hairy arms for gods sake. i was amazed that britanny was a fan of cuteness. maybe if she lost some weight?...... i thought, and gave a closer look at her face. sorry britanny, but you better focus on other things in life... i thought. then i waited for the bus painfully and it came and i got to school.

there were many girls that looked good from some angles, but looked ok from others. i wished to find a girl that looked good from all angles. 360 degree hotness. i had to wait in a long line to purchase a bus pass for this month. while waiting i listened to the smiths and subtly tapped my feet. i felt johnny mar's jangly in-place guitars while the handsome man sang. too bad morrissey is fat and sucks now. he used to hate fatness.... i hoped noone thought i was tapping my feet to prog rock or metal or something. feeling godsmack. getting into the nickel back zone. not that listening to the smiths is 'cool'. anyways, i got my pass and then got a coffee and went to video class. as always the teacher showed us not intriguing or inspiring video art and then we viewed some students work. there is a retarded guy in class and his video was kind of funny, as always. retarded people are creative, retarded people are funny, and retarded people rock.

class was done and i sat and ate a banana and 2 pieces of bread, and then got another coffee for my bus ride home. the bus was packed with people. men, women, teens, old people, all together in one moving box. i sat in the reserved seats area for old people and hurt people and anyone who officially cant suffer standing in the bus. the old people on the bus looked at me, probably thinking that i should stand. i gave them a "what, everrrrr" look. i dont really care about old people most of the time. especially old ladies. they generally are the most annoying types of human beings.

the best part about the bus ride was when a girl with tight pants on had her leg against my knee because the bus was so packed. it could have been intentional, it could be an accident, but i kept my knee in place waiting for more. yeah baby, rub against me, i feel it. i wanted to massage her, but i could only sit still and wait for bumpy parts of the road to come. every bump was a sexual stroke between me and her. we shared each bump together.

then i got home and shat in the toilet and then wrote this thing. now i plan to go get my guitar from my friends house and probably take a bus to a far away auto shop to get some air-line for something i want to make in sculpture class. i dont want to go, but if i dont then the teacher will think im even lazier than how lazy he thinks i am now, which is pretty lazy anyway.

maybe ill update more, but most days i dont feel like reporting to the world about my failure of a day. not that today was a success. i just decided to update. uuuuh. o...k....

living

2009-05-13T17:53:00.003+09:00

i sat on the carpet floor and gazed at the stack of flyers laying there like they wanted to say something to me. what ever the store puts on sale, i was interested in it. i then got up and opened the door. i could see a mixture of architecture and architected nature. i was sick of the view, so i left the door open and went to sit on the carpet again. this time, i thought, id play with the sponge ball i had purchased at the dollar store for 2 dollars.

as i tossed the ball up and down, it felt like i was representing my current life. i then decided to do some moves to explore my natural talent with ball tossture. i threw it up, then tilted my shoulders back and let the ball bounce on my chest, and after the ball rose up into the air right from my chest, i successfully caught it again. then i did the same move, but i let it bounce on my head. then i put a spin on the ball as i threw it in the air, and successfully caught it. i felt like i was really getting the hang of it, but there was more to be done for the day so i threw the ball, but this time instead of capturing it with my hands, i let it free. it hit the ground, rolled, and then stopped, and then looked at me. it said "thanks" and i nodded.

then i got this weird feeling ive been getting recently. a feeling of what the fuck is this shit. then i tried to be like a less sophisticated animal, such as a rat, or bird. i didnt think about why, and just did. i walked around trying to find something that would keep me busy. i kept walking in circles looking at the different things scattered all over the gorund. it was not as stimulating as hoped, but i tried not to think about that. i couldnt keep going, but i still wanted to act like a careless animal, so i decided to lay on 2 pillows that were on the ground. i thought about cavemen and imagined one sleeping beside a rock. i felt like that man. i was that man. i was living my life as that man.

then i got up and was faced with the same shit all over again.

2008-12-05T18:39:00.003+09:00

i got up.

i normally bug my friend right away and piss him off for fun and to relieve stress but right now i am on strike. i am not speaking to him because he wont tell me about his problems and im mad. i had a career counseling meeting at 5pm, and it was 3 pm. i had nothing to do so i went on the computer and read things that people wrote to entertain myself. then at around 4:20 i got my bong ready. no. not because i smoke pot at 4:20 everyday like a highschool 420 master . i had to leave at 430 and i wanted to smoke some 420 because i thought the meeting would be boring. it would be 3 hours long, and i hate sitting and listening to a middle aged person talk for 3 hours. not that i have any thing better to do. i basically sit at home all day any way. that will probably change soon.

i smoked the pot (sorry marijuana haters!) and put on my wintercoat and socks and all, and left the slob house. winnipeg is so boring that i actually enjoy walking around in the winter more because the snow makes the ground less flat. my feet are positioned in different angles each step i take, and for me, that is important. i listened to the band ponytail and got hyped and pumped and stoked. then i got to school and went up to the career counseling office. an over weight middle aged rather ugly woman gave me a yellow piece of paper and told me to fill it out. i filled it out. i gave it to the ugly woman. she looked dumb too. me and 3 other people that were too retarded to find a career they think they could handle were taken into a room that could probably fit around 300 dead bodies or so. we sat down. there was a younger woman already in the room that looked kind of pretty, but at some angles she didnt look very good. she seemed like a nice person. she introduced herself and the big lady did too. then

fuck it. i quit.

the big ugly lady turned out to be a really nice person, and the career counseling meeting didnt help that much but i got to make more appointments with the big nice lady and came home and sat.

i am too lazy to write a whole entry at the moment. sorry.

back in canadiana

2008-08-16T22:34:00.003+09:00

yesterday i woke up at 6 am. my friend was already awake using the internet laying on his bed topless. his boobs werent showing because he was laying stomach down. i ate a yogurt that didnt taste that good, and then started bugging my friend by laying beside him and hugging him and making jokes. i usually get him so mad that he attacks me. i was bored and had nothing to do so i decided to eat a sleeping pill to get high. i bought some over the counter sleeping pills the day before. i took 2 before bed. it felt like air was squeezing my brain. they kind of helped me sleep but it was more of an awake sleep. i thought i would be able to sleep till 12 or so but no, i had to wake up at 6 in the morning. since i have absolutely no schedule, i just go to sleep and wake up when ever i feel like it. sometimes i dont see day light.

so i took the sleeping pill and went to the little chinese store near my apartment. i saw the woman that works there dumping out garbage at the dumpster while walking there and was disgusted. sometimes she gives me 10 cents off of items but i am still not thankful enough to appreciate that face. i bought a coca cola and came back to my place to drink it. then i took another sleeping pill. the sleeping pills werent working as good as the night before. i didnt mind because i didnt want to go to sleep anyways. i killed time by walking around the apartment, looking out the windows, making sounds with my penis.

we were supposed to buy some weed today but we didnt have any money in our bank accounts so we needed to convert the japanese money we had to canadian dollars. we got on our bikes and went to the bank. it was sunny, and i was wearing a t shirt and basket ball shorts. it felt nice. we got to the bank and i stayed out side guarding our bikes. it was pretty hot. i started to sweat. i saw a woman with a skirt on so i looked at her legs. they were ok. then i saw an indian man coming my way. he went into the bank. then my friend came out, and we decided to get a 6 pack of cheep beer. we got ourselves a pack of Lucky beers and started biking home. then my chain fell off. the chain on my bike always falls off and i dont want to take it all the way to the shop to get it fixed. i couldnt get it back on and got frustrated. i banged on the bike 2 times and my friend said he would do it. i said "what the fuck are they doing, selling us bikes that cost 300 bucks with chains falling off. what the fuck.". a lot of stuff that goes on in this city is What The Fuck.

he got the chain on and we biked home. at home i walked around the apartment.

i had some money left on my student card and was starting to feel my empty stomach complain to me, so i asked my friend if he wants to go to the university to eat. he said soon. i have to use up all the money on that card before the month ends or else it will expire. i asked him what he was going to get, and he said a chicken wrap with salad. it sounded like the healthiest thing ever. he got a plate full of fries with cheese and gravy splattered on top last time. thats how i want him to eat. i told him he wasnt allowed to order a chicken wrap. i may have hit him or insulted him or something, because he demanded me to apologize. i dont remember that part too clearly. i thought that apologizing to him was a stupid idea and kept waiting at the door and telling the pig to hurry up. then i threw my student card as hard as i could on the ground and said my stomach hurts. he looked at me and started to make the motion of throwing something towards me. his wallet hit the mattress beside me that we use instead of curtains to cover the windows. i thought he was going to throw his wallet at me. even though he didnt, it pissed me off. i ran towards him and attacked him. he started attacking me. we starting putting each other into head locks and we punched each other as hard as we could. i thew my friend down and then he got me in a lock that i couldnt get out of. we were both really pissed at each other. i reached for his face and stuck my finger in his eye. he immediately backed off and told me that poking eyes just isnt right. he went into the bathroom and then he started yelling at me again so i pushed him really hard and told him to not talk to me. he said his eye was fucked up. i was kind of shaking. i walked around the apartment slightly depressed looking out side of the window once in a while. i felt like i was a total asshole. it wasnt all my fault though. then i went into the room that i sleep in a went into the corner and covered myself in a blanket and felt really sad.

after that i came out and found my friend listening to his ipod on the couch so in a low tone of voice i told him that we should go. he said i could go by myself if i wanted, and i felt crappy. i walked around the apartment like the most unproductive loser there is. i went into the same room that my friend was in and started using the computer. he left. he was sure mad at me.

then i got a message from my weed dealer. he said hes back from where ever he was and that i could buy some pot. i was out of pot so i told him that me and my friend need a half (14 grams). a half would cost around a thousand bucks in japan. here its 100. i told my friend that we can buy pot so he got ready. i decided to take 2 more sleeping pills before i left. we left and i bought a rockstar energy drink at the chinese shop. i thought it would be perfect. sleeping pills and caffein. we rode our bikes to the school and got to the bus stop. i started drinking my drink but it didnt taste that good. the pills werent really working either. the bus was taking long and it was hot. then it came and i got on, hoping there would be some cute girl faces to stare at. i couldnt find any so i listened to music while looking out the window. then this teenish woman came into the bus and sat beside my friend that was sitting beside me. she kind of had hipster cloths on so i wanted to see her face. most hipster girl faces are cute. then i saw the face. it was old. an old lady. i felt like i had just made a girl friend, bought her a ring, took her home, took off her panties, only to find a small uncircumcised elephant penis staring right back at me. we got to osborne street AKA the kool part of town. its one fucking street and lots of hipsters walk around it like apes. if i was invisible and horny thats where i would go to commit unseen crimes. connection crimes. hand to ass, 1960s style. we walked to the weed dealers house and finally got there.

i messaged his cell phone telling the dealer i was at his place. after 10 minutes he came to the front of the apartment. he said whats going on and i said nothing. then i asked him the same question and got the same reply. he said his brother was visiting. i asked him if he looked like him and he laughed. we got into his place and there was a teen playing an xbox 360. the screen was a white wall with a projector pointed towards it. i said Damn. then we sat down, and he got us our weed. i looked at the teen. he was the dealers little brother. he was uglier than the dealer. the evil one. the one mom and dad had by accident. the defect. he was playing the game like there was no tomorrow.

the dealer asked if we wanted a hit out of his table bong. we said yes please. he made his table into a bong. its just a small plastic bong (probably) taped to the inside of the table. i took my hit and then everybody else took theirs except for the gaming teen defect. then the dealer asked me and my friend if we had an xbox and my friend said he did. he said he cant get it to work online and i asked if most people online are geeks. i kind of regretted the question after realizing everybody in the room was an xbox360 online user. then me and my friend left and we talked a little bit about the brother. it was the first time we were talking normally again after our big fight. then we went to the bus stop but the bus wasnt coming yet so we went to a bong shop. its called kustom kulture. they probably couldnt have thought of a more uRbAn LiFeStYLe name for the place. inside were a bunch of workers in their 20s dressed up like hippies and hipsters. we bought some screens and left. we still had time so we went to the cd shop. there wasnt anything i wanted to pay 20 bucks for. then we went outside and the bus was already at the bus stop. we ran towards it but the bus left the stop. i held my hand up to the driver because he was driving towards me and my friend. he shook his head and drove past. fucking asshole. die.

we waited for the next bus, and finally got home. we decided to eat at the chinese restaurant close to our place. before we went, we decided to get high. we had only smoked little bits of pot for a few days, so we knew we were going to get higher than normal. we smoked until we got high. we were pretty high up in the sky 420 yeah hollywood sun in my eyes yo. it felt really nice. we got out side and said Dazamn!. Zamn im high. then we got into the restaurant and ordered fried rice and some chicken vegetable dish. my bottom inner lip was starting to ache for some reason. every time my braces would hit it it would hurt really bad. i wasnt going to be able to eat. the food came, and at first i tried to eat holding my bottom lip towards my friend in front of me. the part that hurt didnt touch my braces but it looked too stupid and it was too hard. then i thought of the master plan. stuff some food in between my lip and teeth. i stuffed fried rice in there but it hurt. then i tried a piece of shrimp and it worked perfectly. i had to eat with a piece of shrimp stuck inside my mouth. it worked really good though, and after i was finished i ate the 10 minute saliva soaked shrimp. it tasted the same as the other ones. then i tried stuffing onion and stuff between my teeth and lips but the shrimp was the best. i was glad that we got shrimp. then we finished and payed.

out side was perfect. it was getting dark and the air temperature was amazing. i said lets go on a walk to my friend and he said ok. before that we would smoke more pot.

suddenly at home i started to feel a little sick. maybe it was the sleeping pills. i decided to just go to sleep. i dont know what my friend did.

i just got up an hour ago and im thinking of buying a bottle of doctor pepper. doctor pepper and weed. hell yeah? total whats up life style urban street child disaster children.

kentalopa zin zin ziiin!

2008-05-19T05:21:00.004+09:00

i woke up and got out of my small apartment with a t shirt and boxer shorts on and went upstairs to my other small apartment upstairs. by "my", i mean my family's. my brother was at the computer, and he was on the phone. he gave it to me and said it was for me. it was my crazy bipolar disordered friend. he asked me if he could stay at my house because his parents found out about him playing slot machines every day and him getting 250000 yen (around 2500 bucks) back from this guy who scammed him into buying a "custom pro" drum set that was actually just a normal one. he owes his brother around 150000 yen so his parents would make him pay his brother back and he would be in a lot of trouble if he stayed home. i told him we could both sleep over at my other friends house. i didnt want my bipolar friend acting weird and smoking cigs in front of my parents. my mom likes to talk to my friends when they come. (what the fuck my keyboard on my lap top keeps squeaking, this is disgusting). he told me that he just needs to reactivate his bank account and he will have access to the money, and he told me he will buy me stuff. hes always kind with his money, although he doesnt know how to save.

me, my bipolar friend (ill call him bipolar from now) and my other friend who looks like an ape (ill call him ape) met at the station near my house. me and the ape had found out that absinthe is legal in japan, and we told bipolar about it and bipolar was happy. we all only had around 3 bucks each on us, so i told ape to go home to get money from his mom, for his mom wanted to try absinthe. me and bipolar would walk to a fountain downtown where we would meet and buy absinthe. before that, i asked bipolar for an anti depressant pill. he said ok and gave me and ape one each. he doesnt care about taking them. if he has the choice he wouldnt take any. the pills were the kind like xanax where it makes you calm. last time i took the pill it was the 1mg kind, but this time it was 0.5 mg. i went into a convenient store and went to the bathroom in it and put the pill in my mouth and downed it with fresh bathroom sink water. ape went to take the subway to his house to get money.

i was on my bike. a bmx bike with japanese mother bike handles and a japanese mother bike seat. japanese mother bikes are just normal cheap bikes here that are easier to ride than mountain bikes and race bikes. i slowly rode my bike while bipolar walked, and then we saw a baby pigeon on the side walk. it looked diseased. me and bipolar used to try to catch animals when we were in highschool everyday in the morning walks to school. our proudest catch was a mole. this time it was an easy catch, but there would be nothing to do with a baby pigeon so i told bipolar that we should just leave it. he looked a little sad, and we continued our walk to the fountain. before we knew it we were there and we knew ape was going to take a while, so i went to park my bike. bipolar lit up a cig, so i asked for one, bought a pepsi, and smoked it while drinking pepsi. we waited more but ape didnt come so we went to the music store and cd store nearby. then we went down to the subway station and ape came. we started walking to the alcohol shop, but we couldnt wait so i suggested for us to run. they agreed and we started running but we became tired and started walking again. after 3 minutes we were there and we bought a bottle of absinthe. the ape had brought an empty coca cola bottle and some sugar in a baggie, that looked like cocaine. we said we wished it was real cocaine. we were going to drink the absinthe in the real classy style like the europeans used to do, with a plastic bottle, toilet sink water, sugar from a baggie, and shake the bottle just like van gogh. we went into a wheel chair person bathroom in a big park and started making our fairy juice. we made it, and passed the bottle around. i started to feel a little drunk, but it was more of a light feeling which was nice. it tasted disgusting, but i wanted to feel the full effects so i kept drinking. then bipolar started impersonating famous japanese comedians. he usually doesnt do that, and it looked retarded and it wasnt funny at all. me and ape fake laughed. then bipolar suddenly became quiet and told ape not to drink any more. i asked if i was allowed and he said no at first but then he said ok. ape asked again but bipolar made a rule that the japs in the room have to take a break. i kept taking sips and it almost made me throw up. then we finished the bottle of fairy juice and went out side. i started singing the words "the green fairy of the night" in a real high voice in a real rocknroll style. bipolar kept impersonating japanese comedians, and ape started making up pop melodies with his voice. then i asked bipolar if i could have a cig, and he said ok. i told ape to smoke one too, but before that i needed to go to a vending machine to get tea so i could smoke with out getting my throat too dry. i ran to the vending machine that i saw and i started feeling hyped. i made high voices with my voice. then i bought the tea and told my friends that its kind of fun to be alone, so my ape friend went away from us. then he came back and then bipolar started telling us this story. he lived in america for 4 years when he was young so he could speak english. so could ape. bipolar was saying stuff like "hey little girl, come over here, every thing is ok. come little girl" in an old man voice. then he would say stuff like "ok. will i be ok though?" in a little girl voice. his face looked crazy while he was doing this. i laughed.

then i started singing more high voice rock melodies with green fairy influenced lyrics. bipolar repeated mine a little, and ape kept singing pop melodies. hes such a popper. then we decided to drink more green fairy, but this time we bought volvic water in a bottle from a vending machine. green fair made with water from the french alps made us say "yeah!". we went into a public bathroom nearby and mixed some fary juice and drank it. then an old business man walked in, and i said "oh my god i thought the green fairy was a beautiful girl, but its a balding stressed out business man!". typical teenage drug joke.

then we started talking about the money bipolar was going to get. he said we will go to the bank in the morning, activate his account, get the money, and go do slots. what a great way to start wasting 2500 bucks. he said we would all do 200 bucks worth of slot machine playing until we lose. unless we win, that is. i said i would rather play pachinko because at least i would get to watch little balls fall instead of just spinning images stopping with a stupid screen above it with anime characters giving you hints on when youll go into BONUS. me and bipolar went into a convenient store to look at magazines that tell you how to tell if you are playing the right pachinko machine. we looked at them for around a minute and when we came out ape was touching a tree and humming. it looked cute and funny. an ape with a tree. then bipolar and ape took a train to the train stop near apes house. i had my bike and i didnt want to pay train money so i took my bike. i listened to the strokes first album. ive been listening to panda bear and the strokes first album only these days because im sick of everything else on my ipod. then i got to the train stop 30 minutes later and found my friends looking at slot magazines in a convenience store. ape doesnt really care about slots but bipolar was teaching him about them for tomorrow. i asked how the train ride was and they told me that bipolar was playing with a business man's jacked with his ticket, and the business man walked away from them. they said it was fun.

then we got to ape's house and apes mom was there. she also looks like an ape. its kind of like being in the movie the planet of the apes when your in a room with just ape and his mom. apes mom said she was going out, and that theres meat and rice. we all cooked our own meat and ate rice with it. it was really really good. then we were all tired so we got into bed. we set the alarm to 815 because the bank and slot machine place opens at 9.

we got up at 8 15, and walked to the bank with out eating anything. as soon as bipolar got money he would buy us any kind of food we want. we were excited for the money. we got to the bank and went in and an old man that works there told bipolar he need a name stamp to activate his account. he became sad and became silent. we all walked back to apes house and ate more meat and rice. then i drank some absinthe and took 3 pills. it felt nice. my friends were telling me i was acting fucked up. then i wanted a cig but we didnt have any more so i skated to a cig vending machine really fast and bought these little cigs called hope. hope for good feelings and relaxing memories. not cancer and moms finding out about their teenage sons smoking. 2 boxes came out and i thought i got lucky at first, but it was because it was 3 bucks for 2 packs. the average price for normal sized cigs here is around 3 bucks. then i skated back while smoking a cig, then got back and felt tired, so i went in apes room and turned on panda bear on his computer and took a nap. my friends watched some movie while i was sleeping. then they said we would go to bipolars house to check if he got any bank activation mail. i said ok and got ready and we went. it took around 1.5 hours.

we got to his house at around 6, and we went into bipolars parents room to use bipolars computer. his mom put the computer in there so he would go out more instead of staying in all day. when he isnt depressed she keeps him in the house though. maybe i should be calling him ape too! the reason we went into the room wasnt for the computer, but to search for sleeping pills that bipolars mom hid from him. he got prescribed them, but he didnt use them, and he told me and ape that he would give us to them but his mom hid them because mothers think that sleeping pills are dangerous. we couldnt find them in the room, so we concluded that they must be in the kitchen where his mom hides her cigarettes. she secretly smokes, and recently the whole family found out but she still hides them and smokes when noones around. we went into bipolar's room and sat and talked. it was so boring with out a computer to look stuff up. we listened to music and laughed at the dullness of the air around us. i said i guess this is what it was like for teens in the olden days and we laughed. we wanted to eat dinner so bipolar asked his mom if theres anything to eat and she said no and gave him 5000 yen. we went to the super market and convenient store to buy food. i bought meat with miso sauce on it, a salad, and chocolate bread. ape bought a bento, which has rice and other things like meat and things in it in a plastic box. he also bought bread. bipolar bought coroke, which is kind of like deep fried mashed potatoes with bits of stuff in it, and bread. we also bought things to drink, and one bottle of zima alcoholic beverage. we basically used all the money, so we planned out some dialog to use when we got into the house to show the parents that we were guilty about using all the money. the plan was to go into the living room, show the bags of stuff, and i would say "we bought a little too much guys haha", and ape would say "i feel bad haha". bipolar would say "its ok guys we almost never do this". we got into the house, and went into the living room and made lots of noise with our plastic bags and the parents laughed and said we bought a lot. we said yeah and i said we bought too much and ape said we feel sorry but i dont think the parents heard it because we were all laughing. then we went into bipolars room and ate while listening to eric copeland, the guy from black dice. it was really funny hearing the eating sounds with the music, and it was kind of like an indie film. then we drank the rest of the absinthe that we had brought from apes house, and me and ape started drinking beer that we also brought from apes house. bipolar was starting to act like he was down after he did some japanese comedian immitations, and he said he didnt need beer. me and my friend said lets go out side, but my bipolar said he would stay in and and sleep. me and ape went to try and find camel cigs. they only sell menthol camels in most places here, so we went on an adventure to find them. we kept drinking beer and walking and it was really fun. me and ape talked about how our lives were going to be great when we move to canada and live in an apartment. weed almighty! weed for all! unlimited funness! then we went back and saw that bipolar was sleeping and started searching the kitchen for pills. we searched everywhere and found money and cigs and other medication, but we couldnt find what were were looking for. it was really sneaky searching around drawers and stuff in a persons house, but it was also fun. then bipolar came down and took a plastic bag from where they keep dishes. OH thats where the anti depressant downer pills and all were. he also found the sleeping pills, and it turned out his mom didnt hide them. he game us half of what he had, and some other pills. we were happy. then we all went to sleep.

we got up and went to the bank with a paper he got in the mail, and a name stamp, and we thought we would finally get access to 2500 bucks but the name stamp was a little different from the one he used to create the bank account, and the account would take a few days to get activated anyways even if he had the right stamp, so me and ape got on the train to go home. we were relieved. bipolar is nice sometimes, but hes hard to be with with his constant mood swings. he also kind of treats ape like shit.

i went home and slept. then got up and skated. then slept over at apes and took lots of pills and walked around. its been around 30 hours since i took all those pills now and i still feel weird. why cant i just have weed. i dont really like pills, and smoking cigs isnt what i want. i hate the uncreativity and laziness of alcohol, and the taste of absinthe. i dont like being drug free either. weed is perfect for me. a month and 2 weeks more till i go back to kanada.

a month and 2 more weeks.

so.....long

pills

2008-05-09T04:33:00.003+09:00

its 433 am, and im laying on my futon letting the time pass. i cannot stop it, for i dont have the power. now, i shall write my entry in my blog about my life. it is to be read, so i will write it now.

it all started when i asked my friend who has bi-polar disorder if i could have some of his medication. if you dont know what bi-polar is, its when you get really depressed for a while, then you get really socially active and you are really positive and you cant stop thinking. i have been friends for a long time with him, and i must say that i like him way better when he is depressed and relaxed.

for a while he had been telling me that his pills dont do anything and that he wouldnt take them if his mom didnt force him to. he also told me he got sleeping pills and that he didnt need them, so i sent him an email asking him if i could have some pills for 500 yen. he said ok, and we made plans to meet at 10 pm in 2 days at the station he lives closest to.

i forgot what i did the day after that, but i remember that i drank a little and went to sleep at 12 pm and got up at 4 am and couldnt get back to sleep. i killed time on my lap top till 9, and then ate some pilaf rice and fruit juice. i am kind of on a diet right now because my braces made my crowded teeth straight, and that made my jaw bigger, which made my face a little bigger and a little fatter. i am trying not to drink any drinks with sugar in them, other than beer.

i met my best japanese friend who is moving to canada with me in july, and we walked over to a station where japan railroad trains go through. the bi polar friend lives out side of the city so we needed to take the JR trains. we walked into the station, to find a treat. THE CAN LICKER! there is this middle aged short man that walks around the area that i live in that is ALWAYS licking an empty can. i saw him a week ago with my friend and he made this animal growl noise when we passed him. we were excited. this time, he was leaning on one of the ticket machines. he was licking the can furiously like i would like a cute teen girl with brown long hair's legs and pussy. we got our tickets, and went through the ticket machine and i told my friend to wave at the can licker. he did, but the licker didnt respond. maybe next time!

we waited for a train and we got in, and there was this woman with her child. for some reason i kept looking at the woman. the more i looked at her, the more disgusting she looked. she looked normal at first sight, but constant looks at her made her look like a witch. we got to the station at 10:08 and we found the bi polar friend. he was a little fat. he gained weight from one of the pills that hes taking, but he doesnt seem to care. i said hey to him but he didnt respond and kept looking down. i thought he was mad because we were 8 minutes late. then he said hi and gave us the pills in this cute paper bag with flowers on it. he always makes boring jokes like ignoring you and then suddenly talking to you. i dont know how many times ive faked laughed while with him. we said thanks, bye, but he said hes going our way because he wants to play slot machines. hes addicted to them. he keeps saying hes almost going to win and uses all his money till he loses it all. it was better in the old days though. the summer he started the slot business was good and he earned around 4000 dollars. then he lost it all and now you cant win that much at all with slot machines. he said he was going to play with 2000 yen, which is funny because its almost impossible to go into BONUS with that amount of money. with japanese slots, you need to go into BONUS to make money. he got off at his station, and me and my friend headed to my friends house.

we checked the pills and there were only 2 sleeping pills. we were a little disappointed. now my friend had to steal some from his retarded grandma for next time. we got to his house, ate some rice and looked up the other pills we got on the internet. they were all downer drugs that could be used recreationally. we gave each other a hi 5 and ya brotha.

then we took a 5 hour nap. then we got up and went to the video shop. we searched and found one called pafe oyaji, which means pafe man. pafe is some foreign desert. its usually in a martini glass and it has wip cream and chocolate and stuff in it. we looked at the back of the dvd box and it showed a shameful looking japanese business man doing things. me and my friend are a huge fan of japanese business men that act funny, so we rented it. we got home, and watched. we thought it would be about a business man dancing around and doing funny jokes, but it was 7 short stories. it was 7 short stories of people having a conversation at a family restaurant with the business man near them. then at the end of each one the business man goes and pays and says something thats supposed to be funny and clever. it was fucking awful. the first one is a woman on her cell phone getting mad at her boy friend on the other side of the phone because he cheated on her. she keeps hanging up, but he keeps calling. at the end the businessman goes, "she should just, turn off her phone" and then the thing ends. what the fuck. we laughed at the shittiness of it, and then drank one beer and took a sleeping pill. we went out side and started walking around. my friend said he was feeling it, and i was a tiny bit. it was a dreamy effect but it wasnt that strong. then we got a peach alcohol beverage at a convenient store and shared it. then we went to another convenient store and got an energy drink. we went to a park and my friend was saying damn this feels good. he said "sleeping pills forever. well, not forever". we only speak english to each other when we are on drugs. his fuckedupness made me really mad. i asked for a cig and we both smoked a cig while drinking the energy drink. i kept walking away from him because i was jealous of his effects. i was only feeling it a little. then i got an idea. take one of those downer pills. we went back to his house, and i took 3 quarters of a pill and my friend took the left quarter. we waited a little and i thought i needed more so i took another type of downer pill and took 3 quarters of it and gave my friend the other quarter. we went out side and my friend listened to his ipod. i didnt have mine so i walked around making noises with my voice. i did them really loud and the vibration kind of felt nice. i kicked all the signs that i saw, and i was kind of pissed off for some reason. we got to a convenient shop an bought 2 boiled eggs and 2 red bulls. then we went to a little grocery store beside it and bought bread. we were using my money, and i realized that i used 3000 yen of the 5000 yen my mom gave me in one day. i was supposed to use it for 5 days, and i got mad at my friend. i started calling him a stupid pig and telling him to give me back my money. this continued for 5 minutes untill he pushed me and then i hit his head. then he hit my chin and i threw him and held his neck and told him to stop. he gave me another punch and said ok its over. i gave him another and told him its really over now. the battle ended. we were really pissed off at each other. the walk back to his house was normal. i asked him how out fight was but he didnt want to talk about it. we both talked about how much better it would be if we had some weed. then we got home and i took another pill and took a shower and went to sleep in his room.

we were supposed to get up at around 10 so we could go to the bank and post office to send my friends visa application stuff for canada. i kept having dreams of waking my friend up and asking what time it is and getting awful responses like 3 pm and 2 pm. i thought we got enough sleep and woke him up and asked him what time it was and he said 2 47. i said what the fuck do you think youre doing. he said he set 2 alarms. i was really mad because my mom organized all of the visa stuff and she made a deadline for him to send it in, and it was already 3 days past the dead line that she made. i called him a fat pig asshole.

we ate some rice, and decided to take a pill before i go. we walked to his station and took the pill in the bathroom. our plan was to get off at a station a little walk from the station closest to my house and walk while on the pill. this time we knew not to get mad at each other and we were relaxed. we felt like cigs so we bought a pack and walked around smoking. it was nice. it was like a straight calm high. not good not bad. then we got to the station near my house. my friend said bye, but i said come a little closer to my house. i always make him come a little closer. he always says no at first but i always get him to. then we lit one more cig up, and i walked home smoking it, trying not to get any of the smoke on my cloths. i dont want my mom and dad to find out about me smoking sometimes. my throat felt dry and i ran so i could get to the water fountain near my house. i got there and drank water, and got home. it was nice at home. talking to my parents was even semi-enjoyable. i wished i could be on that pill always when im alone. then i would never be bored.

fast forward 24 hours.

me and my friend decided to take the remaining pills. 4 pills for him, 5 for me. we walked around his house and had a real great time. we got on a seesaw at a park, and i listened to a four-tet song called hilarious movies of the 90s which is a beautiful song. i went up and down, and realized something amazing. i dont remember what it is now.

i cant wait till i move to canada with my japanese friend. we are going to buy a normal sized glass bong, a cheap vaporizer, and go to places to smoke blunts. we are both really excited and we wish we could go tomorrow.

.

2008-04-08T13:46:00.000+09:00

too laaaazyyyy

miracle

2008-04-02T13:55:00.002+09:00

i woke up at 5 pm today. i went to sleep at 7 am, and i wanted to sleep more but i knew i would totally screw up my schedule if i slept for any longer. i have missed classes yesterday and missed my only one today that was from 11 30 till 2 30. these past few days have been tough because of my cold, but it finally seems to be going away.

i walked over to one of the donut and coffee shops on campus and stood in line listening to crystal castles on my i pod. i was listening to them a little loudly and it must have sounded like i was listening to lame geeky techno. no, i was listening to indie hipster electronic music. it was finally my turn to order. i ordered a small coffee with lots of sugar and milk in it, some berry yogurt, an apple juice, a toasted bagel with cream cheese on it, and 3 donuts. i have this card that has a bunch of money on it that you can only use in some stores on campus. it came with my dorm meal plan. i still have around 200 bucks on it and it feels like you are getting stuff for free when you use it. thats why i ordered so much crap. i took it all and sat down and listened to more crystal castles and ate the yogurt and drank the apple juice. then i ate half of the bagel and i didnt like it so i threw the other half away for the rats to eat. then i took my coffee and 3 donuts and walked back to my room while drinking my sweet creamy coffee.

i killed time by listening to music and looking at music reviews on the internet. then it was 7 so i had to go eat. i smoked a little bit of pot like i have been doing recently. i wont be able to smoke much pot soon in japan, so i have to smoke as much as i can right now so that i become the pot master. i went to the cafeteria and put some rice, potatos, and steamed vegetables on my plate. then i splattered gravy with mushrooms onto my food. the selection today was horrible. i sat down with a cup of coke and tasted the food. even with pot the food was tough to eat. the potatos tasted like they were crushed up once, then stuffed back together and left sitting for a week. the rice tasted like it was sitting under the sun in mexico. the vegetables tasted like they had soap in them or something, and the gravy made everything look like shit.

i ate it all and went to get some more food. i saw my good japanese friend that dances to music like a toy. i took a piece of pizza and he got a sandwich and we sat and talked. the pizza looked like a piece of human flesh. the cheese looked like skin, the tomato sauce looked like blood, and the inner cheese bread looked like fat. when i tell my friends that are eating pizza that it looks like human flesh they usually stop eating and get something else to eat. its a great way to make your friends stop eating pizza. then i went to get tea and i saw the prettiest girl i have ever seen. i see her sometimes in the cafeteria but ive never talked to her. since im moving out of residence soon i probably wont ever get to talk to her unless i man up and sit next to her or something but no, id rather just think about her face.

then my and my friend finished eating and i asked him if he was going to the library after to study because thats what the japanese friends i have here always do. he said maybe, and i told him im going because i need to work on a japanese english translation project and he told me he will help me. i went back to my room and inhaled pot smoke 3 times. gotta be the pot master, never gonna give up. then i started walking over to the library. i felt like having orange juice so i put 2 bucks into a vending machine and pressed the orange juice button. it made a sound, and gave me 25 cents back. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ORANGE JUICE i thought in my head, and i started to walk away. then i went back and stuck my hand up the part where the orange juice should have came from. some people saw me. i must have looked like a retarded teen trying to get free juice. i walked over to another vending machine and bought another orange juice with money that my mom sent me. she always makes sure i have money. even when the family is low on money. <3

this time it worked. canadian vending machines are a joke. they still use old crappy vending machines that dont work a quarter of the time. you cant use bills, and the machine that gives you coins for bills is always out of service and even when it is, you need a clean almost unused bill or else it just gives you your bill back. in japan you never have to worry about anything like that.

i got to the library and saw my japanese friend and another japanese friend. they were with a canadian and they told me that he was writing a paper on marijuana legalization. i asked him if it would become cheaper and he said he didnt know and i immediately lost interest. he said that it would enable more research on it and stuff.

then i pulled out the japanese story and we started working on it. it was hard japanese, and we talked about how it must be hard for the other students in my class that suck at japanese. after around 30 minutes of translating we flipped a page and saw a drawing i did of a guy bad tripping on some kind of drug covered in sweat with his eyes screwed up. we both laughed and the other japanese friend that is around 24 years old came over. he looked at it and laughed. they think im really creative. the drawing wasnt that creative. i use honorifics when i talk to to the 24 year old guy, which means that i basically add "sir" after each sentence. in japanese you have to use honorifics to older people than you and its way more complicated then just adding "sir" to the end of the sentence. i dont like using it because it makes you sound like a slave. i almost never use it but one day i was with my japanese friends and we decided that i would use honorifics to the oldest of us. it makes it hard to talk to him, but it shows respect and he is nice so its fine.

we worked on my translation thing for a little more, and then came closing time. we left and i told them about my the vending machine stealing my orange juice. we made fun of vending machines here and laughed. then we got to the vending machine that stole my money and the old guy said that he will buy another one and see if 2 will come out. he said he was scared because either none could come out, one could come out, or 2 could come out. he put a coin in and it came out. we laughed. he didnt even consider that option. unable to buy. he put another one in and it also came out. we laughed. then the other guy put a coin in and it worked. we laughed again because of the randomness of it. he was able to put in all of his coins with any coming out. we all took a deep breath of air. he pressed the orange juice button, and the machine stopped for a few seconds, and then 5 drinks came out. we cheered, what an amazing miracle. he broke the curse. he gave us each an orange juice and kept the 3 other juices. we said we should write a warning for other foreign students who come from places with better technology. we couldnt think of a simple good one. i needed to go pee so i told them so and ran to the toilet near by. then i came out and we decided to write "Warning: drinks may not come out" or something like that on the warning sticker that has a picture of the vending machine falling on a person.

then i came back to my room. time to think of something to do.

boring days

2008-04-01T12:19:00.003+09:00

yesterday

i heard my red cell phone ring so i reached for it with my skin colored hand. it was my parents friend. he was going to help me with some tax papers and my paper on why i want to enter the school or art. i told him i need one more hour of sleep and one hour later he called again. he said he would pick me up in 30 minutes. i thought it would be fun to smoke a bit of pot before i met him so i took a couple of puffs. it made me feel cool. then he got to the dorms so i went out side and got into his car and we drove over to his house talking about stuff that i dont remember.

we got to his place and his gay partner was in the kitchen. i said hi to him and then their dog came running to me. the dog likes me because i pet it and play with it a lot when i go there because i get bored. they asked me if im hungry and i said yes so one of them made me a sandwich. i dont like sandwiches but it was kind of him to make me one and i ate it. curling was on and we started talking about the teams. they were hoping that either china or japan would win, but it looked like canada was going to win. they said that they hate how aggressive jennifer jones was. i didnt know that jennifer jones was aggressive because ive only seen her play once. i really like looking at her face. there is a girl in the dorms that looks exactly like her. i bet they both would be really hard to talk to, but their asses would be nice to cover with your hands. so smooth, tender, like an angel soaked in baby oil.

they had to go to some art opening and i hate going to art galleries because i always leave disappointed so i stayed at their house and wrote my paper on why i want to go to art skool. the real reason is that its the easiest way to get a degree for me and i hate studying, but i wrote a bunch of lies down. they came home and one of them checked my paper and said its good. i was relieved that it was ok. then i walked over to the cd shop. i used to buy cds every couple of days. i dont buy them at all any more. i went into the store and looked at the new releases section and saw that they had the crystal castles lp and decided to buy it. i got out of the store and made little cheerful noises with my voice. i was really happy. having an actual cd with a cd case is something i love. i wanted to get back to the gay guys' place so that i could listen. i walked fast.

the gay guys both liked the cd and told me i made an amazing purchase. the songs all sounded the same and they were all good but not amazing. i sat on the couch looking at the album art. then the dog came with a ball in its mouth but i didnt want to play the ball game. i started to pet it and it forgot about the ball. one of the guys saw me petting the dog and walked away. he must have been proud.

then supper was ready so we sat at the table. he made sticky rice for me because he knows i like it. i put some rice into my bowl and put some stir fry stuff that he made in it as well. i started eating but i couldnt taste it at all. it was because of my cold. i only ate half and started feeling a little sick. after that i played with the dog for a while and they said they will drop me off. they made me a little take home package. cookies, a sweet bun, and some of the rice and stir fry.

after i got back i slept for 2 hours and then couldnt sleep any more. i felt awful. i went on the computer and surfed the web, wondering what ill do for the rest of the night. i had absolutely nothing to do, but then one of my best friends from japan signed into MSN and i was relieved. i hadent talked to him for a while, and i didnt have to worry about boredom any more. we chatted online like nerds. then he said that he would try to get my other best russian friend ONLINE. after a little while we were all online. all on the computer. very uncool. i hadent talked to the russian friend for around 4 months. i told him im still a virgin and that i smoke pot and walk around almost every day and he told me that im so cool. like a gay cool boy. he is probably the weirdest guy i know. i told him im going to japan in 2 weeks. they both live in japan so ill get to see them very soon. i am going to punch them and grab their arms. the japanese guy has fat arms and the russian guy has skinny arms. for some reason i love grabbing their arms. they dont like it when i grab. i dont care i just wanna have fun!

i chatted online for 5 hours. pretty shameful, but it killed a lot of time. then i started feeling sick and realized i hadent ate for a long time so i took the rice and stir fry out of the fridge and ate a bit of it. i didnt care about the taste. it was cold and sick, but i needed some food in me. i felt a little better so i took a shower and came back to my room. i packed some weed in my apple, and attached it to my home made plastic bottle bong. i toked at 6 am, and it felt great. i was already feeling weird because of the cold, but the pot made it even weirder. then i layed in my bed and closed my eyes and saw cool colors. i started imagining different images in my head. weed when you have a cold is just like taking a trip into the psychedelic world of saikadelika.

today

i checked my clock. it was one. i missed my japanese class that starts at 12 30. i skipped the class so many times that if i missed 2 more i would fail. now that i missed todays class i cant miss any more. i think school is done in a week or something though. i dont give a damn, as long as i get ok grades.

i went to the cafeteria and there wasnt much food because it was just before dinner time starts. i went to the stir fry section and ordered some chicken stir fry dish. i got some coke and orange juice and sat down. i didnt feel like eating at all, and i could only take a couple of bites. i sat for a bit more and left. i got back into my room and thought about what to do. i had a great idea. i would become the master of bation! the god of white! i looked at some public flash porn and jacked off. after that i listened to the song "irene" by caribou a bunch of times. i love it. then i went to the bank machine and checked if i had any money but i didnt. i had 15 bucks, and i was basically out of pot. i phoned the pot dealer on campus and went to his room. he was with the biggest pot head in residence. he is high all day. i fainted and had a small seizure when i first smoked with him when i first came to canada. i asked how much i could get for 15 bucks and the dealer thought a little and told me almost 2 grams, i said cool thanks and then he said actually 1.5 grams. i said ok, slightly disappointed. he put it in a little baggy with the canadian flag on it. i left the room, and got back into my room to take the stems off of the weed. i looked at the baggy and instead of a maple leaf there was a red pot leaf. then i took all of the stems out of my weed and put it back into the baggy.

i decided to go eat dinner at 7. i thought it would be a good idea to smoke some pot before i went and ate so that i could eat more than i would with out pot. i smoked around 0.1 grams and it felt fuckin AAA. it made me feel smooth. i walked over to the cafe and inside, i saw my korean friend and started talking to him. then i saw my japanese friend. we sat together and talked about my cold and ate.

i came back to my room and started listening to crystal castles. then i picked up my bass guitar and thought of something cool so i recorded it and recorded more stuff. i havent been recording that much so it was new and fun, and it was easier to come up with new ideas. i kept recording stuff and erasing and i finally came up with around 7 seconds of music that i like. i was a little bit happy. then i read peoples posts on the SLAP skateboard message board and decided to update this blog. writing blogs about boring days isnt that fun, but i feel better that i finished it now. i dont know what im going to do now. ive only been up for 8 hours and im not tired. 2 more weeks of living alone in residence.

day day

2008-03-30T16:23:00.005+09:00

i woke up to dumb teenage girls talking about how drunk they were last night. i tried to sleep more laying in my bed, sheets unwashed for months. the pigs wouldnt stop squeeling so i banged my desk beside my bed. they didnt seem to hear it. after around 10 minutes of girl talk, they finally went away. i still couldnt sleep. probably because i have a fuckin cold. i have had a cold for 3 days now and its not getting any better.

i finally got out of bed 2 hours later, 1 30 pm, and stepped over my huge pile (mountain) of cloths in the middle of my room. my room is covered in cloths, paper, and tons of tissue. i put on my pants, socks, and shoes and went to the cafeteria to eat breakfast.

i walked to the cafeteria, which is around 100 steps away from my room. I went in and gave a chinese girl with an ugly smile my card, and she handed it back to me like a normal girl would. i dont ever get up this early on saturdays so i usually miss lunch, which ends at 2 pm, and lunch time on saturday is breakfast. there were dry pancakes, oily bacon with lots of fat on it, crispy almost potatoless hash bits, and steamed beans and carrots that taste toxic. i took some pancakes, put some syrup on them, and went to eat them in the corner of the cafeteria, where there are big windows and you can see out side. it was snowing like crazy even though its almost april. my plans to skateboard were crushed into little bits, eaten, and shitten out with disgusting corn bits in it. then i went to see what else the cafeteria had to offer me, and i found some fruit. i never eat fruit any more, and this was a good chance to eat some so i put some in a bowl, but right as i was doing that, my japanese friend hit the back of my legs with his knees. my knees were so straight that the sudden bend shocked me. what a classic joke. good old prank. he went and got a hamburger and fries. i only got fries because i need to eat hamburgers with the top bun off using a knife and fork because i have braces. pink braces. i got them 4 months ago. not many people know that i have braces unless i tell them because i hide them. but sometimes i accidently show a glimpse of them when i laugh or talk.

i told my friend about how i made marijuana butter last night and ate it and nothing happened and wasted 10 bucks on the weed, and how my neighbors are loud all night and wake up early and talk loudly right next to my room. i think my neighbor is having a sleep over party with lots of teen girls. they all sound dumb and act the same. i hate girls like that. at least try to sound smart you stupid heads.

i couldnt sleep at all and then when i finally did, they woke me up, and having a cold makes it 10 times harder to live like this. its like im being tortured. i kind of understand how slaves in china and starving people in poor countries feel like now.

then my friend gave me an idea. go to the gym. i dont have a gym pass so i never go, but i heard that you can use someone elses pass and get away with it. i knocked on a japanese girls door that has a gym pass. she wasnt there. then i mailed another japanese friend asking him if i could use his gym pass. i jacked off while waiting for a reply. he said ok so i went and got the card and went to the gym.

by the time i left my room the nice looking snow had stopped falling and it was wet everywhere. it felt bad. i got to the big gym and swooshed my friends card through the gate and it let me in. i tricked the machine. or did the machine trick me? (find out later).

i got in and walked around trying to find the sauna and pool room because those were the two places i wanted to use. after seeing many un erected penises, hair, and man faces i found both the pool room and the sauna. i put my bathing suit on, and went to the sauna after getting myself wet under a shower. the sauna was way hotter than the japanese saunas that i had been in. i guess the japanese people cant take the heat. or maybe the canadians want to take the pain to be a real bro. either way, it was so hot that i was even wetter than i had been before. my arm pits were bleeding sweat, my dick was pissing sweat, and my brain was sweaty so i couldnt think straight. an old man came in. great. competition. he sat down. we sat in silence, waiting for the winp to leave in shame, to see who the real man is. i couldnt take the heat any more. i left. i was feeling a little dizzy, and the walk over to the pool was psychedelic. i got into the pool, and a guy looked at me. i did a little bow with my head and turned away. then i looked at him again and he looked at me and asked me if i wanted to race. i really didnt want to, because i just wanted to take it easy because i have a cold, but i took the challenge. i beat him, but i felt beaten, as if i had beaten my meat nonstop for 100 beatin' hours. i thought it was over, but he said lets race again, and i said ok because he looked like he really wanted to again. he beat me, and i tired myself out, and then he asked for a third race, and i only made it half way and swam the rest really slowly. then he threw a brick in the water and went and got it, and asked me if i could do it. the guy wouldnt fucking stop. i tried to get the brick but my nose felt weird under the deep water and the brick was too heavy and i was too tired. i told him its because i had a cold, and it mainly was but i felt like a fake ass liar. then this fat asian guy rushed towards us, looked at our faces, dived into the water and got the brick, and threw it onto the pool side like an animal, and looked at our faces again. i looked down. what an ass.

i left the pool, and started to feel a little sick. i realized that i had made a big mistake by accepting those challenges, the card machine had tricked me into destroying myself. i felt sicker and sicker, so went to take a shower. then i went in the sauna thinking it would make me feel better, and went to change. i felt pretty bad, and i had to change. i put my cloths on and when i put on my t shirt it was wet. i forgot that i accidently sprayed water onto myself when i was still wearing it while i was testing out the showers. i didnt want to wear the thing, so i put on my fleese jacket. my back was still a little wet and it felt very awful. the water stayed on my back, but i just wanted to get to my room so i could lay on my bed. i put my sweaty socks on, and left.

i felt like throwing up the whole way home, and by the time i was at my building i had to run so that i could throw up somewhere where no one would see me. i ran to my room, took off my jacket, and rushed to the bath tub room. i puked in the sink topless like britney or paris or the pussy cat dolls would do. i felt better right after, and hopped into my dusty but surprisingly comfortable bed and watched a south park episode on the laptop like a geek. then i managed to sleep in silence for an hour or two, and went to eat dinner at 7 because the cafeteria closes at 8. after 8 nothing is open and all you can do is order pizza like a little rat. i ate a lot because i threw up all that was in me. i felt ok, but i still had a runny nose, and the rim of my nose hurts from so many tissue papers scraping away at it. then the japanese guy that lent me his gym pass said he wanted to come to my room just to chill and hang with urban style. i said ok so we went to my room and listened to music while talking about sex. i asked him how it was and he said that jacking off is easier and better unless you're in love with the girl. then an iranian guy knocked on my door. we are "friends" but i dont really enjoy being with him. his english jokes are awful. i said i have a cold the other day and he said i must have the cold because im cold because i was wearing a sweater. i didnt even get it and he explained it, rethought it, and admitted it was terrible. he came into my room, and we started talking about (MIGHT BE A LITTLE BORING FROM HERE TILL END OF CONVERSATION) producers of music. he told me that it is really important to know how the producer puts his feelings into the music. i told him that you cant translate direct feelings into music, and that it doesnt matter how the producer feels, its all about how you feel when you listen to the sounds. then we started talking about feelings like love, and i told him its just a word and that there is no one feeling that is Love, its just a categorization of similar feelings. then the dumb teenage girl that i never talk to that lives next door knocked on my door and told me that im high and that i smell high even though i wasnt. my eyes were a little red from my cold, but that was all. then her and a group of friends told me that they will knock on my door after they go to the bar and we can drink together. i said ok, and shut the door. i like free drugs. then we got into our deep conversation again. the iranian guy said that justice is the same for everyone and there is a right and wrong for everything. me and my japanese friend told him that he could be right if there was some kind of god, but everyone can also have their own rights and wrongs and there could be no universal Right and Wrong for everything we do (which sounds more logical). we talked about this for around 2 or 3 hours, and he wrote his conclusion down. then the dumb girl knocked on my door and said she wanted to get high. she told the japanese guy and the iranian guy that we should all smoke but they said no. they had both never tried the drug, but they werent against it either. she insulted them, and then insulted the iranian guys english by asking him why he goes to this school with english like his. i still wanted to get high with her and the japanese guy and iranian guy left. i packed some weed in my apple and we went out side and smoked some but the wind was too strong and there was a security van near by and i didnt get to smoke at all, and then a guy waiting for his pizza delivery came up to us and i offered him a hit but he said no. he told me that he likes it so much that he stays away from it, and i said oh thinking it was total bull shit, and he told me that i know what hes talkin about. what people will do to look cool. and then i passed the girl the apple and the weak little bitch was like "im ok" and then she fell in the snow while we walked back and it looked very funny. then we met up with some other people and there was a guy wearing lakais so i asked him if he skates and he said yeah its all i fuckin do. i wondered if he could beat my new learned front side flips, or my unforgettable casper stalls. then the dumb bitch said shes going back to our building so i followed. another guy was there, and she started talking to him against the wall. i was by a water fountain so i took a sip. they still werent walking and they were getting closer to each other. how was i going to get out of the awkwardness. then i took another sip. 3 sips would be the limit. i took my last sip and they were still up against the wall. i said bye and the dumb bitch was like "thanks for getting me high" with out even. i felt used. i walked back, thinking damn some girls suck and started to get really sad. then i thought about how it would be useless to get sad and started thinking about other fun stuff. then i wondered why humans become sad over stupid stuff like that, and wondered if me stopping my sadness would pile up and stress me out even more. i decided to stay with the positive flow and went back to my room and got a text message on my cell phone. "are you high ? :D" from the japanese guy. i told him i didnt really get high but i got to watch a sort of fat stupid teen fall in the snow. i wanted to finish the job so i toked some more knowing that i shouldnt be smoking because of my cold. i didnt care, i just wanted to have fun. then the japanese guy text-message-asked me if i wanted to go to another japanese guys room and i told him i smoked some more and im a little high. he said its ok and i went. this was the first time for them to see me high (at least thats what they think he he). one guy was drunk because he went to a bar with a korean, and for some reason the one that send me the message was acting really happy. happier than always. i guess he thought he could act how ever the fuck he wants because i was high and the other guy was drunk. he asked me how i felt, and i told him im not that high, and that everything is nice and that everything seems new. the drunk guy said nice to meet you, i am the new me. i laughed. then me and the happy guy told the drunk guy about our conversation with the iranian guy, and we made it sound funny. then the guy pulled out his cell phone and showed us a gem. he had typed the iranian guy's conclusion of our argument. it was one sentence, with some grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes. it was classic. best thing ive seen. we are going to make t shirts that have that conclusion on them.

then the drunk guy played a russian corny pop song because hes studying russian and said he liked it. then the other japanese guy started swinging his head side to side enjoying the music. the stupidness of the music mixed with the stupidness of his head movements made him look like a wind up toy. he is awesome. then he played another old russian song and this time it sounded interesting. then we listened to more music on youtube, something only new age teens like us would do.

then i came back to my room, and started typing this shit out. it took me a while to type this frikin shit out. now i can read it when im older. yaay. i will go take a shower now, and then probably smoke some weed so that i can get to sleep nicely because it is very hard for me to sleep when i have a cold. i dont know if im making my cold better or worse by smoking a bit of weed before i sleep. it really helps me get rest, but i know its bad for you when you have a cold. either way, its all about tokin it up. i have been smoking a lot of pot to kill time before i go back to japan in a few weeks. there i will be with friends that are actually fun to hang out with.

normal day

2007-11-27T15:16:00.000+09:00

today, i woke up at 12:15. i really didnt want to go to class but i havent been going at all so i went. i washed my face, got dressed, and went to class. its getting really cold. i told my mom its getting too cold on the phone on sunday and she told me to walk faster, so i usually run to class now. i got to class and saw all of the geeks. all of the people in advanced japanese class are anime nerds. one guy always wears stupid shirts with stuff like "I dont know your name, so ill just call you STUPID". he had his hair dyed red and green. Christmas spirit. while doing excercises, i wrote my diary that we have to hand in every monday for class. then i started studying for the test that i was supposed to take on friday, but slept in. the teacher wrote 4 questions on the board and it took everybody around 10 minuts. it seriously took my around 10 seconds. it was the easiest excercise this term. then after class i went to the teacher and asked if i could take the test, so i walked to the office with her and took the test. i probably got an A.

then i went to eat. i had fries. they are my favorite kind of food. i sat with a korean guy and an african guy. then i went into my room and took my last pain killer pill. i had saved the last one for a school day.

then i went to class. i wore my winter jacket for the first time to class today so some people told me that they liked my jacket. i wanted to say something clever back, but i could only thing of "thanks". i was supposed to teach the class today, so i had my little note book with ideas for what to do for class that i wrote 20 minuts before class in my pocket. first we had to go to the computer lab and watch some art work by a guy in our class. it was a slides with sentences and words in them. they were so fuckin funny. they were really serious, and this really emotional back ground music was playing. then the guy explained the piece, and he said that the Lord put us on earth. i finally figured out which person complained to my teacher about my art project about religion. i had pictures of 30 year old men jacking off with their mothers opening the door saying "oh God" and fat guys fucking sluts yelling out "oh my GOD" and other God and Jesus related pics and quotes. my teacher only told me that someone in the class complained. not who. now i know.

after we watched the emo slids, we went to the class room and i waited out side while the teacher made everybody sit in rows. boys werent allowed to sit beside each other. then i went in, and told them to do stuff like draw 2cmX2cm abstract drawings and draw their favorite pop star with 3 year old versions of themselves. i also made people draw something they hate and throw it in the garbage. then we did collage party. i colored words. this is what art school is.

class ended and i realised that the pain killer i took didnt effect me at all. then i went and ate dinner before my next class. i sat with only asians. to come to think of it, i basially only sit with asians. sometimes the odd african or cock asian, but its usually by myself or with a yellow man. the yellow men are fun and easy to hang around with most of the time.

then i went to film class and watched a movie called hard core logo. it was ok. then i sat and listened to the teacher talk about the plot till 10pm. i started walking home, but i realised how long it was going to take so i ran. i had my hands in my pocket, so i didnt really look that cool. it was a sneaky run. like a run you would see someone run when they wanted to get home to jack off. thats exactly what i fucking did. a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do. Cheers.

then i went to a japanese friends room and talked about a girl he likes in japan and then his room mate got pizza so i ate a piece. i can understand people with room mates ordering pizza, but i would rather get one of my balls squeezed than ordering pizza for myself at night. its so creepy. like a rat that wants food. if anybody saw me ordering a pizza what would they think? ewwww what a fat rat. thats what they would think. thats why i dont order.

then i went back to my room, and ate a banana. its cold in my room for some reason, so i have to wear a fleas jacket and a scarf. i dont know what im going to do now.

so long forever!

legally high

2007-11-18T16:45:00.000+09:00

today i woke up at around 3 in the morning and took some tylenol pills. i tried to go back to sleep again but i couldnt, so i lay in bed listening to music. at first i was listening to slow music but then i said fuck it and put some lightning bolt on and had a bed party by myself. i kept picking up books, reading the first page, then listening to music, and taking pills every 3 hours till around 9 am. at 9 am, the 2 guys woke up that are taking care of me during this wisdom teeth removal recovery. i had to get 5 teeth pulled out. one of the guys made me one egg and a piece of toast that he cut up into little pieces and put lots of butter on it. i chewed it with my toung and ate most of it. i felt pretty drugged up so i wanted to go for a walk, so i went to the movie shop with the other guy and their dog. we went to block buster and rented broken flowers because i have to write a paper on it for monday. when we got home i felt like throwing up so i took a nap. after a one and a half hour nap i asked for one of the guys to make some ginger tea for me, and i put some classical cds they had on. after the tea, i decided to go out to buy a cd. i walked to the cd shop. on the way there i found a needle on the ground. i kicked it into some grass so that i could investigate it on my way home. i thought it could be heroine. i was pretty damn excited. i have never seen any hard drugs. if it was heroine, i was going to decorate it in my dorm room. after i got close to the cd shop i started seeing lots of people. they all looked at me and some of them kind of laughed. my huge cheeks make me look like a walking joke. then in the cd shop, i took the new black dice cd and the new most serene republic cd and asked them if i could listen to it. they talked to me with sympathy. they probably thought i was born with these cheeks. they told me to go to listening station 4, so i halled my fat ass cheeks to the listening station and started listening to black dice. i was pretty let down. im a fan of their music, but it sounded the same as their older cds. it sounded worse actually. then i listened to the most sereene republic. ive heard the first song on the internet, and i love it, but i didnt know about the other tracks. then i asked the girl working at the cd shop for recommendations. she asked what kind of music, so i said pop. she said 'like spoon?' and i said 'umm yeah maybe with a higher voice'. then she told all the people working there that i was looking for music like spoon but with a higher voice. i must have looked so dumb. then she asked me if i had the new band of horses and i said yeah. then she put some cd onto the listening station so i halled my big ass cheeks to the listening station. at this point my cheeks were touching the ground. i was dragging them, and they were wet, so they would leave a little trail of liquid behind me. i feared that the cheeks would get so big that my body would get eaten up.

i listened to the cd she put on, but it wasnt that great. nothing special to me. i went to look for more cds. i was determined to buy at least one cd. then i picked up a cd that looked punkish, and an old magnetic feilds cd. i asked the girl if i could listen to them, and she looked kind of pissed. people act different to you when you look weird and ugly. i said thanks and went and listened. they both were ok, but nothing too special. i felt like i had to buy at least one cd, so i bought the most serene republic (am i even spelling it right?) and walked out. i went to the heroine needle, and picked it up. it had nothing left in it, so i took the cap off. the needle wasnt there any more. i was pissed. i walked home and listened to the cd while drawing shitty pictures of myself and my cheeks. the dog kept coming up to me with a ball. it was starting to get really annoying. it would touch me with its wet nose, and i would have to pet it, because the owners love it so much. i like the dog but i wish it would leave me alone sometimes.

at 5 pm me and the 2 guys went to a christmas parade. everything was starting to piss me off. it was probably the pills that i was taking. i started making fun of everything like the advertizements and the dumb people in the parade. i think the 2 guys had enough of me, but they kept being nice although they would never start conversations. they are nice for taking care of me, so i kind of felt bad so i started trying to act really nice. then we got home and they made me my favorite kind of food. japanese style rice with flavored meat ontop. i couldnt chew it and my mouth hurt, and it made me feel sad because i couldnt eat it. they kept saying how good it turned out, and i wanted to cry. then i took a bath and took some pills and went to bed. a few hours later i woke up in pain, so i went to get more pain killers. i took them and drank some chocolate milk and them made myself some tea. my plan was to write the broken flowers paper at night, so i guess thats what im going to do right now. the last thing i want to do right now is write a stupid paper. essays are so stupid. but i guess the more bad things you go through, the better the good things in life will seem.

comeback

2007-11-06T13:14:00.000+09:00

yesterday, i woke up at 1 30. i wanted to sleep more, but lunch is until 2 pm at the cafetiria. i went there and put 2 pieces of french toast on a plate. then i saw a japanese friend, so i went and ate with him. my hair seemed to be standing up in one spot, so i got comments about that. my brain doesnt work in the morning that well. a few days ago, a guy asked me if i was high when he talked to me in the morning. i wasnt high. just sleepy. i ate the 2 pieces of dry french toast and drank milk and talked about what we do everyday. he told me that he studies in his room a lot. he must jack off a lot.

then i went to another japanese friends room to see his new hair cut. i heard from a friend the night before that he got drunk by himself and shaved his own head. i saw him and he looked like a monkey. i saw his lighter, and asked him if he's ever sprayed paint at a fire. he said no, and he wanted to see what its like. we didnt have any spray paint, so we took his room mates hair spray and went out side. out side we saw a guy who is friends with everyone. he is good looking and he fucks a lot of women. i dont really like hanging out with him although he is nice to me. i never have anything to day. we lit the lighter and sprayed the spray at the fire. it wasnt that amazing. we laughed at it a little and decided to go back inside. then me and my japanese friend went to IQs, a coffee shop with pool tables. all the places to hang out on campus have lame names that make me mad. the bar is called Wise Guys, and there is a place to eat called Degrees. Fuck.

i bought chocolate milk and challenged my friend to a pool match. the loser has to pay for the table. i lost and had to pay him 3 bucks and 50 cents. im pretty low on money since i got fined 50 bucks for smoking weed right out side of the residence building. then we got sick of each other so we said bye to each other and left each other. i dont remember but i think i jacked off in my room after that.

then i decided to take a bus to downtown and walk around because i had absolutely nothing to do. i took a 30 minute bus ride. i walked around and saw around 100 native people smoking cigarettes. then i went into a mall, but everything was closed. i didnt know that everything closes at 5 pm on sundays. it was cold out side and i had nothing to do. i started feeling sad. then i decided to walk over to another part of town. i started walking, and i started making noises with my voice. i also started singing wolf parade songs to myself and it felt cool. a guy saw me singing. i dont know what he thought of me.

i got to the part of town i was walking to after around 30 minutes of walking. i thought i would check out a book shop that i saw when i was riding on the bus. i walked half way there and decided that ill just go back to univeristy. i went to the bus stop and saw my american friend. i walked up to him from behind and suddenly opened his back pack. he looked back and said hey fucker. i asked him if he thought some person was trying to steel stuff from his back pack. he told me he didnt knwo what was going on. we rode the bus, and it was crowded so we sat in different spots. i listened to my ipod and felt like nothing.

i got back to rez, and played my guitar for a bit and then went to eat. i saw the japanese guy i ate with in the morning. there was also a japanese girl there. i started talking, and i forgot that i had a japanese personality. i can talk faster in japanese, so it makes me different. it felt kind of good. we talked for 2 hours. then i went back to my room and wrote a poem for class. we have to make a mask and read a poem for class. here is the poem i wrote. its kind of lame.

You are my guilty pleasure.

im a fuckin bird
i watch you masterbate
from trees
i watch you laughing at your own jokes
from the sky
i watch you cry when youre sad
from your window
i watch you eat candy and watch tv
while i am stuck out side eating little dry pieces of old bread
i watch you do that thing that nobody knows about
but my brain is too small to remember any of this
so you dont have to worry

i still have to make a mask. im just going to tie a bunch of pieces of wood together. im too lazy to make a detailed mask. then i sat in my room, with nothing to do for 2 hours. i went through my whole itunes and listened to the good songs. i sent my parents and brother and japanese friends emails. then i went out side to go skating at around 2 am but it was too wet and cold to skate, so i came back to my room. then i got my shower gear ready, walked to the shower room and cleaned myself. i shampood my whole body. then i took a bath.

i did nothing till 3 30 am and then i layed in bed and tried to sleep. i dont like my life here. i am not comfortable talking to anyone. it feels like i always have to prove myself to people. its tiring.

today, i woke up at 12 pm and made a cup of tea, and walked to japanese class while drinking the tea. i take pride in this activity. i think its stylish. walking around while drinking tea and listening to music. i saw my american friend walking, and i went over to him and i got the response i was waiting for. he laughed at the tea cup. : ) . then i went to class and talked about japan with a geek who lived in the same city as me for one year. all the people in japanese class are anime geeks, or just plain nerds.

after class i went to eat. i had tacos and salad and tea and a bagel. me and my japanese friend that doesnt smoke pot much at all talked about how it would be cool to go somewhere where there arent many people, smoke pot, and run around. we smoked pot together once and he ran around campus listening to sum 41 dancing and skipping. i ran with him but i didnt have my ipod. he lent it to me, and he didnt have many songs that i liked, so i put on blink 182s whats my age again and ran around. i felt naked, good, lame, cool, and creative.

after lunch i went to drawing class, and had to draw cloth and glass. everyone was complaining that drawing still life was boring. a girl brought a kitten to class and everybody was playing with the pussy cat. they were treating it as though it were a pussy. after that, somebody said 'hey its snowing'. i looked out the window and it was snowing hard. the first hard snow of the year. ive had never seen so much snow in the air. i went out side and tears came out of my eyes because it felt nice. i went back inside and talked about drugs and then drew a girl and then drew a cat with slime coming out of its mouth, pouring onto a guy doing the peace sign with both of his hands, with 2 naked people standing on each side. it looked ok, but not great. then a guy asked me if i knew where he could get some pot, and i told him yeah, we can get some after class. after class, the guy and 2 girls came to my small room. i didnt want to call my dealer because its a pain in the ass. i had a gram of pot in my room so i gave it to the guy. i didnt care about giving it away because i am taking a break from bob marley life. does bob marley always have a smile on his face? no. getting high is normal to him. i wanna smile when i get high.

one of the girls was a tiny tiny tiny bit over weight. i had a little drawing on my wall of a melting person eating a chocolate bar and a banana. above it it says FAT. the guy commented on it and everybody looked at it and kind of laughed but the slightly over weight person didnt. i kind of felt sorry.

then we all went out of my room, and i said bye to them because i had to go eat dinner before my last class of the day. i had a sandwich and tea for dinner. i ate with japanese people.

then i went to film studies class. i took this class because i like some movies. it turns out that we watch old western movies, then watch parts over again, and then listen to an old boring man talk about it. im dropping it next semester. todays class was different though. we watched a modern movie. i forget what it was called, but it was about a family going to see the daughter that lives in new york for thanks giving. it was an ok movie. then the torture started. we started watching 2 scenes from the movie over and over. we watched the same scenes 4 times. after the third time i was pissed off and stressed out. then he said ok one last time, and i thought oh god man, come on man, you cant do this to me. i put my hood over my head and started making mad faces to myself. then i started saying the word 'fuck' over and over quietly. finally, after 3 hours of sitting, the class was done. he handed back everyones papers before we got to leave. we had to write papers about the movie "rebel without a cause". i seemed to be the only one in the class who didnt like it. he said "i wish you would have like it more". i got a C. he wrote "im sorry that you didnt like the film" on my paper at least 3 times. then i walked home and got a headache. it is getting too cold. then i came back, and im sitting here and my head still hurts. i have to make the mask for tomorrow soon, but i think i will go for a quick skateboard ride before i make it. its probably going to be too cold to have fun. maybe not. maybe my headache will ruin my skateboard ride.

oh, i also forgot that i had a cookie and some milk right when i got back from film studies class. it tasted good.

end.

University

2007-09-03T05:44:00.000+09:00

I moved into my dorm room yesterday. the room has a bed that squeeks when you move on it, a desk to jack off at, and some room to gEt cReAtIvE. i have a fridge. i store water in it. i also have some jam my grandma made in there.

It said "floor meeting at 5pm" on my door. it was still 11am and i had nothing to do so i went for a walk around campus. it was boring. then i got back and layed around till 5:13 or so. i didnt know where the floor meeting was so i walked around and found it. i was late, like a punk. around 10 teens were in a circle introducing themselves. i sat on a chair beside the circle and pretended that i didnt care that i was late. then the leader asked me to introduce myself so i said "my name is riley and ive been living in japan for the past 14 years and i like music and i LIKE TO SKATEBOARD". i couldnt think of what to say so i had to reveal my sk8r fag identity. then the leader explained some stuff that was completely useless, and we went back into our rooms like little rats. i thought about cool ways of introducing myself while laying on the bed like "hi, my name is riley and i like sleeping , and i hate bruce springsteen and i want to kill the rolling stones. sorry". they would think im so artistic.

then i heard some music next door. the girl living next door seems to be a total north american Teenie. i peeked in her room and i saw a poster of a macho guy with his shirt off, smiling a little. the music i heard was also teenie music. top hit teen music. hey hey u u i dont like ur girl friend. hey there delila how is it in nu york city i love u baby. that type of stuff. she seemed to have a friend over. i heard them bitching about their friends.

then i went to eat dinner with the floor leader, and 2 other normal looking girls. i didnt say a word. they were talking about text books. i had salad and fried rice and some other stuff. the food seamed to be fresh, so it was tOtAllY tIgHt. i also had milk, and then i put water into the milk cup and the water stank. it smelled like a wet cow's tit.

i got back to my room, and started feeling sad and mad and bad because i was bored. i layed around and played the guitar for a few more hours, and then the room leader knocked on my door. she asked if i was interested in the little party at 9. i said yeah and she told me where to meet up. i thanked her and shut the door.

the clock hit nine in the ass, so i went to the meeting spot. a chinese guy introduced himself to me, and we talked about china. we got to the party. it was nothing like i expected. it was a normal sized room with a bunch of people shouting/talking to eachother. i got my free beer and then a japanese girl walked in and the chinese guy knew her so he said hi, and i talked to her in japanese. then more asians came. korean and chinese. then more japanese came and i talked to them. i started drinking my other free beer and i started to sweat like a pig running around on the sun. i dont know why. the room was hot, but i was the only one sweating. they must have thought im weak against alcohol. i was mad because i wasnt drunk or anything. just a little more positive than usual. me and the chinese guy finished our 2 free beers so we went to see if we could buy more. they said no, u cant. we left the party.

we got back to the dorm and the chinese guy invited me into his room so i went in. then he pulled down his pants and he had a small boner. JUST KIDDING.

we got into his room and he had a lap top with an apple mark on the middle of it. i said 'oh u have a mac'. he said no, and showed me it was just a sticker. he told me he likes the logo a lot. then we went to my room and i showed him my computer. its a mac. he said cool about 10 times, and saw my ipod and said it 10 times more, because it was a second generation ipod. he used my computer a bit, and i wanted to tell him to stop, but i was to embarrassed. it wasnt very comfortable. then he said 'wut r u goin to do nou?', so i told him that i am going to go to the bar to see if its open. he came along. it wasnt open. we got back to the dorm and said bye to each other. i couldnt sleep. i finally fell asleep ar 2 am, and it wasnt a real good sleep.

i woke up at 8am, and went to a residents orientation for the people in the dorm. they had doughnuts for breakfast but they were out of juice. i didnt eat any because they looked dry. then a 25 year old 100% jock came in and showed us a slide show. it was about how words like "gay" and "slut" can be harmful, and that everybody is different. it was the most fucked up slide show that i have ever seen. then all of the room leaders introduced themselves and an assholish looking guy in a suit came into the room. some guys went "WHOOO!". i thought, "oh, god". the guy in the suit was proud of himself. then he gave a speech, and he told us that we shouldnt be embarrassed and not go "WHOOOO" when he comes in, and that we should all cheer, and be ourselves. thats what he actually said. what a dumb rotten penis.

then we were sent out side, where we waited for the next order. the chinese guy was with me, and more asians started coming. as soon as i knew it, i was with 6 asian guys. then i talked to an african guy, and we were sent into a gym. there, we were shown a boring awful video about some volunteer group called shinerama. they shine your shoes for donations. i wanted to pay them 20 dollars to stop talking. my stomach was starting to hurt. then it was finally over and we went to a free BBQ. i talked to a cool japanese guy, and then another cool japanese guy. i hung out with them and ate a BBQ burger. then one of them came to my room, and i went to his, and we said bye to each other.

so far, i've only made asian friends. so far i have found noone that shares the same intersts as me, and im bored. i have 3 more days of orientation. WHOOO!.

i have to go to a party at 9.

summa sonic

2007-08-16T18:26:00.000+09:00

i woke up. i mailed my friend and told him to come to my house. we were planning to go to the summer sonic festival, a large music festival held in Osaka and Tokyo. gwen stefani was coming. i told him to get ready and to come to my house as fast as he can so that we could go for a little swim at the pool near my house before the pool closes. i wanted to go for a swim so that i could drain a lot of energy, so that later on i could sleep in the night time bus ride. we were planning on taking a bus to Osaka at night, and spending the night in the bus. i waited for an hour and my friend still wasnt at my house. then 30 minutes later he arrived. i got mad at him because the pool was closed when he got to my house. it took him 2 dirty hours. then we started to call hotels to try and make reservations for the next night. the summer sonic was a 2 day festival so we needed somewhere to lay our heads for a night. the hotels were all full. we called more than 10 hotels. we should have made reservations earlier. we decided on a plan to sleep in a park in osaka. i put some t-shirts, my tooth brush, socks, under arm deoderent, and my panties in my bag and we left.

we got to nagoya station. we went to the bus terminal and there was a 30 year old bus driver telling everyone that the night time buses are all full. we were totally bummed out. no hotels, and now no buses! god damn you god good god good god! we went and asked some station bois how we could get to Osaka on a train without using too much money. the station boi recommended us the JR line. he said it would cost around 3000 yen, and it would take 3 hours. we bought the tickets, drank one big 6% alcohol beer, and got on the train. it was 8 pm. i pretended to trip out on the beer. then i asked my friend if i could use his ipod. i didnt want to use mine because my batteries drain fast. he said ok and i listened to old elliott smith songs. they were pretty good.

we got to osaka, and we started to walk around to try and find a public park with a public bathroom so that we could become bob marley creatures. (smoke pot) we found a normal sized park but we couldnt find a toilet so we walked around more. then we found an abandoned shopping street. it looked like a place from Dear Wendy (a movie that i like). we found a stair set and smoked weed. we pretended that rainbows were coming out of our heads. then we walked around, then smoked more and went to try and find a place to eat. but then we saw 2 guys skateboarding. we decided to watch them for a little while. one guy had the coolest kick flips in the world. the other guy was a skate master. he had a clean style.we watched them for around 30 minutes and then 2 more skaters came. one was a jigga. he looked like a fake rapper. the other one was a punk. what a combination. then the punk drank a beer and started to skate. he sucked. he tried to nollie 180 but messed up, and he kicked his skateboard and it hit a bike. then he kicked the bike. he was really pissed. then we left them. it was 12:30 am so most of the shops were closed. we found a hamburger shop and ate burger sets. then we went back to the skaters and wathced them again. then we left and they said bye to us. we said thank you. then we ate some more and drank some more and talked some more and got to the park.

we first layed on the grass. it was as hard as a 13 year old kid's boner. it was tickling us so we went over to the benches. it was 4am and we had to get up at 7 am. we tried to sleep but mosquitos were biting my friend and he saw a big cockroach. we got up and went to a store and bought some bug spray and some bread. we sprayed chemicals on ourselves and tried to sleep again on the ground this time. we failed. then we saw a homeless guy coming towards us so we asked him what the best way to sleep in a park is. he told us to try a bunch of spots in the park and we will eventually find one that fits us. he said that every homeless has their favorite way to sleep. he told us that he himself likes to sleep on news paper. we gave up and started walking around. then it became 7 am so we went to the station. we slept on the benches at the station for 10 minutes but it was way too hot and humid to sleep. we felt like prisoners. i wanted to cut my balls off. i needed to take a bath. we got on the train and got to the the station where the summer sonic buses leave to go the the festival. we got off the train and walked 5 minutes in an army-like line to the place where the sonic buses were. we got on a bus, and sat for 15 minutes. we arrived at the summer sonic. it was as sunny, hot, and humid. there were no clouds in the sky. then we had to stand in a huge line in the middle of a gravel baseball feild to get our wrist bands so that we could enter all of the music stages. we finally got our wrist bands. we had already agreed that it was one of the worst days of our lives. i soon realized that there was only one indoor stage, and one was a tent stage, and the rest were out door stages. were we going to stare at the bands, or at the sun? were we going to live through this nightmare?

we went to the dance stage. the opening act was insane. 3 teenage japanese girls dressed in granny cloths, pretending to sing into their mics when its obviouse that its not even their voices singing. the songs were catchy techno dance melodies. they were kind of good. then we went to the indoor stage and saw a band called the Draytones. they were another british band that thought they were all cool. their songs werent interesting at all, and nobody was really giving a damn about them. they were trying to have a good time though.

then we went into a public bathroom and smoked grass. we came out and went to the indoor stage where tilly and the wall were playing. DAMN THAT WAS A GOOD SHOW. we only got to see 15 minutes of them because we wanted to see as many bands as possible but that show alone was worth going to the summer sonic. every member in the band was unique. it all sounded great together. thanks tilly and the wall.

we next went to the dance stage and saw MSTRKRFT. they sucked. it was basically 2 guys that looked like hitler with little moustaches DJ ing. everybody was dancing and it looked so stupid. they all sucked at dancing. i just stood on my feet and watched. people started to look at me. some laughed. i guess they thought i was crazy, not dancing and all. fuckers. mrstrkrft was doing this boring routine of plaiyng a beat, then making it go high pitched slowly untill it sounds fucked up, and then starting the beat again full blast. everybody loved them. what the fuck happened to Jesse F Keeler? he used to be so cool in Death From Above 1979. ASSHOLE!

then we went to see the Polyphonic Spree. they put on a good show. they all dressed in white, and the main vocal had a red circle on his back and when he showed his back to us, the whole stage would look like a japanese flag. the only thing that sucked was the vocals, which was basically the main part of the show.

then we went to hot chip. we had high hopes for these mother fuckers. we were getting tired, and we felt dirty and sweaty. they came on stage and played a song that i didnt know. then they played some more that i knew. they were ok, but they also did that thing that mstrkrft did where they made the beat go all high pitched or screwed up, and then they would start the beat again full blast. people danced.

then we went to the indoor stage to see bright eyes. we were falling asleep, and his songs were becoming scary. we decided to go out side.

we went and layed on some grass near a stage that motorhead was about to play. we slept while motorhead played. they werent really good at all. they kept telling the crowd that they are motorhead, and that they play rock and roll.

we tried to sleep more on the grass, but it was awful. the grass was hard, and it was tickling us, and it was very hot out side. then i took my socks off because my feet were hurting and i found 2 blisers. what a shitty thing to happen to my feet on such a hot humid day.

there werent any more bands that we wanted to see that day, so we decided to go back to downtown osaka to try and find a 24 hour comic book cafe to sleep for the night. there was no way that were were going to spend the night in a park again.

we found a comic book cafe and went in. it was 500 yen to stay in a tiny room with a computer and a tv and a ps2 for one hour. the rooms were about as big as a walk in closet, and you couldnt lay on the ground and strech your hands and feet out. each room was split with a plastic wall that you could easily look over. some couples rent rooms and make out in them. i wanted to wach a couple have sex or something. you were allowed to take a shower for free too. we got a little room and then went to the shower room and took a shower. we went back to our room, and got ready to go out to eat. we were planning to go eat, then come back at 10pm and get the 10 hour plan. the 10 hour plan was a plan where you get to use a room for 10 hours for a cheaper price than normal. it started from 10pm, and ended at 8am. you could help yourself to free drinks, free showers, a whole bunch of japanese comic books, free internet access, ps2 games, and you could even order a fucking dominos pizza into your little room.

we went and ate at a japanese shop. i ate meat on rice, and my friend had a burger steak. he is japanese and he is obsessed with burgers. he ALWAYS wants them. we also had a beer. then we went back to the comic cafe and waited 10 minutes till the clock hit 10pm. we went inside, drank one beer, and went to sleep in our tiny rooms. it was kind of hard to sleep, and it was kind of hot, but we managed to get some sleep, and it was definitely better than a public park. we woke up at 7 45 am and left.

we didnt want to see any of the bands playing in the morning so we walked around downtown osaka for a little while. we went to a huge electronics shop and played around. we got massaged by some massage chairs too. then we ate, and we got on the 15 minute train ride to the summer sonic bus station.

we got to the festival at 1pm, and we went to see the horrors. they tried to do this horrific noise expirimental intro thing but it was very boring. then they played some songs and they were very bad. the vocal tried to look and sound really mad. then we went to the dance stage and saw the worst band ever. Bonde de role. some brazillian band where a fat dj puts a burned cd into a player, and dances while a guy who thinks hes very cool, and a girl with a mini skirt raps. there were many brazillians cheering in the crowd. they sucked so bad. the only good thing was the mini skirt, and we were kind of far away, so it was kind of a lose lose situation for us fellows in the back.

then we went to a public bathroom and smoked more pot, and we tried to go see Digitalism, but it was full, and there was a huge line up. we stayed in the line for 10 minutes and we realized that we werent getting in, so we left to see interpol. interpol sucked. im a big fan of interpol, but damn their show is boring. why not just get 4 or 5 random guys from the street, put them on a stage with some mute instruments, and play an interpol cd? the band members had no character. me and my friend thought it would be fun to listen to interpol on our ipods while actually watching them, so we did that. it was ok.

then we went to see css, and they were cute and cool. they put on a fun show, with balloons on stage and all. they looked like they were having so much fun. they were making the crowd do stuff like making heart symbols with their hands. i felt like a slave. all of us, watching a band control us having so much fun. i didnt do the heart symbols or anything, but i wished i could control people like that. i love controlling people.

then we went to Dinosaur Jr. to tell you the truth, they werent that entertaining. the looked like they didnt care about anything. then, after they finished a song, one of the members said "WAA". he probably did it because he couldnt speak japanese, and most people couldnt understand english, so why not just say something totally random? we thought it was the best summer sonic joke ever. i hope they only did this in japan. if they do this every time they do a show, then fuck them. legend asses.

after that we went to see LCD sound system. he looked tired. my friend told me that he played a show in Tokyo, then flew to the UK, then flew back to japan to play in osaka. he must have been sooo worn out. the show was ok.

then we drank a beer and went to Modest Mouse. surprisingly, there werent many people at the modest mouse stage at all. i knew why though. Tower Records. every band that tower records pushed was popular at the summer sonic. tower records didnt even have the new modest mouse album when it came out. but they had big Klaxons posters and listening booths. the Klaxons were playing right at the same time as modest mouse. Digitalism was another band tower records pushed, and you couldnt even get into the stage the day before. i kind of wanted to see the klaxons, but i knew it would be full, and i really like modest mouse so we decided to just watch the mice. they sucked. yup. i was hoping they wouldnt play Education, and Fire it up, and what do ya know. they played both right after the first song. we had to leave in the middle of the show because we needed to catch a train at 8pm, or else we would have had to stay in osaka for another night. we left as they played Float On, my friends favorite song. he likes hit songs. i do too.

we ran to the bus, got on, and took a train to osaka station. we got on the train and waited for an hour. then we transfered to the next train. i needed to go pee really bad. i thought my dick was going to blow up. then i found a toilet in the train and squirted yellow juice out of the hole at the end of my dick.

we got back to nagoya, and we walked to the subway station. we saw a angry guy saying "YOU GOT A FUCKIN PROBLEM?" and other things like that in japanese to random people on the street. we kind of got scared. we went into the station, and we both went home.

i slept like a dead man on sleeping pills.

end of summer sonic entry.

tyoudyay

2007-08-09T23:37:00.000+09:00

i woke up and ate some cereal today. it tasted normal. then i took a bath and set myself up for the day. i looked at the clock and it said 4 pm. my brothers door to his room was shut, so i slid the door open and he was laying on his stomach doing something on his cell phone. i asked him if he's just going to cell phone his day away. he spends too much time on that thing. it kind of makes me mad. he said yes, he will cell phone his day away.

then i went and met 2 of my sk8r bros. one of them had brought a hat and two t-shirts for me and the other sk8r bro because he didnt need them any more. the hat was a new york yankees hat. one of the t-shirts was a huge black plain t. we made my friend wear the huge black t and NY hat. he looked like a total jigger. a jangsta. he was saying stuff like "yo wussup dog" and we laughed. then i wore the huge t and hat. i also did the whole "wussup bro" thing. i also got on my skateboard and did an ollie and froze right after i landed it. my friend told me that i looked like a real wigger. i felt like an actor.

then we went to the park and found 3 brazilian guys taking a nap with opened potato chip bags, pop cans, and a bunch of other garbage surrounding them. they must have had a pot party. then i got on my skateboard and tried to skate with steez. after around an hour of skating, this american fat punk with a beer belly came to the park. he ALWAYS drinks beers at the park and then does no complys. he once fell attempting to no comply wall ride and he lay on the ground saying "im like a fuckin pig". it was really funny. he skated around the park doing no complys. we skated some more and left.

we went to a cd shop because i wanted the cd where japanese bands cover punk pop songs. they didnt have it. then we went to tower records (yeah, they still have them here u rats) and i found the cd. PUNK ROCK SHOW 3. i looked at the back of the cd and it had all of the band names listed. some cool ones were NEW STRIKE ZIPPER, WITH MY FOOT, IQ20, and THE STRIKERS (the strikers, what a name..). it said that these bands cover 90s bands like limp bizket, green day, chumbawamba, aqua, and the spice girls (mmm baby yeah). i was way too embarrassed (PUNK ROCK SHOW? *blushes*) to buy the cd, so i ordered my friend to buy it for me. he said no. i was definitely not going to buy it because the guy at the counter was this guy that i and my friend had talked about cool experimental bands with before. my friend didnt see him. i finally made a deal with my friend that i would lend him 5 cds if he went and payed for my cd. he went and bought the cd. he came back with a moldy looking face. he told me that he didnt know it was the guy that knew all the cool bands. he said that the guy at the counter was speechless at the cd choice. he told me that they just ignored the fact that he was buying a japanese spice girls pop punk cover band cd, and talked about some bands. i told my friend that i would have fainted if i were in his situation. that is definitely one of the worst things that has ever happened to my friend. maybe something good will happen to him tomorrow.

then i was going home when i got a phone call from my dad. he told me he could join him and my brother at the indian restaurant. i went there and ate naan and curry. i asked my little brother what he did today. surely enough, he did stuff on his cell phone all day. i felt sick after eating.

then i got home and put in my new cd. it was fucking awful and embarrassing. i guess it only sounded good at the shop yesterday because i was high, and looking at toys. i am such a dumb ass. the limp bizket ROOLIN cover is even worse than the original version. they tried to make it happy sounding. they do it awfully.

then i found that i got an oink invite (oink is a music site that has loads of torrents that are hard to find) from a nice fellow. i found a black dice torrent of a cd that i dont have by them. it took around 5 minutes to download. i listened to it. it was AMAZING. it sounds like a stupid dance song for mindless idiots. idiots who only move left to right when they dance. everybody should download this album. Manoman by Black Dice. it has 3 songs. you can listen to it and dance to it to lose fat. you'll look great.

then i downloaded a couple more albums that i didnt have. and now im sitting on my chair drinking green tea. : / : l : ) : ( :D

i will be leaving for the summer sonnic festival (a music festival) tomorrow night, so i wont have to write a shitty blog for the whole weekend.

this is not a test. this is a public service announcement. This Entry Is Officially Done.

tudey

2007-08-08T23:07:00.000+09:00

i woke up with a dry throat today. i went to the fridge to get something to wet it. there was water and all, but then i saw my favorite drink. milk tea! i thought to myself "im going to drink that after i sleep for 2 more hours". i took a sip of water and went back to sleep. after two hours, i got up and went to the fridge. the fucking milk tea was gone. then i turned around and saw the empty milk tea bottle. my brother must have gotten his filthy little hands on it. i got mad and hit the fridge with my hand lightly. (if i hit it hard, it might have broken).

then i mailed my friend with my cell phone and he came over. i was listening to animal collective when he came in and he thought i was kind of cool. we watched 2 minutes of the blue print video. i told him about how much i love it when danny brady wears pink t-shirts. his tail slide suv it out on the bank while wearing his pink T is my favorite trick in that whole video. then we got ready to go to the pool because it was free to get in today. he didnt have his swiming suit so i lent him my nike shorts that had a tiny bit of shit on the ass part. i wore them the day before while farting i guess. *shrugs*.

then we got to the pool. it is the first pool ever made in japan. its right near my house. it is just a big rectangle with no slides or anything. we went in and started playing tag. we were both happy because we felt our fat leaving our bodies. then my friend ran into this old man. the old man got all pissed and my friend ignored him and swam away. it looked like he was running away from a beast. i then went over to the old man and said this to him. "i know youre a stressed out old man swimming laps in a pool 4 kids". then he said "me?". i said "never mind old man, this is a place to play, not swim laps" and he swam away. i won the battle. i felt strong.

then we went home and i took a bath and we were about to put some ants in the ant growing kit but we saw a The Far Side book so we started reading it. it was pretty boring. then we decided not to put the ants in today because it was too hot and we felt like lazy slimes. we had been planning to get some Ganja today so we phoned the guy and told we want two grams and he told us to come over because he had some ready for us. we went and bought it after a 10 minute train ride.

then we walked to a park and saw a cat that looked like this fat guy from highschool. an old lady was feeding it with a sad look on her face, and we joked that it was his mother. we then found a public bathroom, and decided to See The Light (get high) in the public bathroom. it was getting dark out side and the lights werent on yet in the bathroom, so we used my cell phone as a flash light. we started inhaling leaf smoke and after a few hits, we heard someone coming into the bathroom. we then heard pee noises. we made poo noises. then my friend pretended to become this bug that climbs up walls and it was funny. i pretended that a rainbow came out of my dick. we horsed around for a few minutes, smoked more Rasta Leaf and went out into the wild. we walked around town. i put on my headphones and started to listen to animal collective. i went and started lightly banging my head on a near by metal fence. my friend was scared that someone might see me so i stopped and then put the head phones on him and told him to try not banging his head against the wall lightly. he tried. he couldnt resist. his head hit the wall. he felt it. we felt it.

we went into the store we went into yesterday with the simpsons poster. we both had turns of looking straight into the simpsons poster while saying "simpsonize me" in smooth heavenly voices. then we saw lava lamps and decided to pretend to look at, and enjoy them. they didnt look that amazing, but we pretended to feel peaceful. then we laughed at how boring the people browsing the store looked like. they were all mid 20s fake hipsters looking at toys. they had their eyes open and their mouths closed, just like any other normal bored person. the store was playing japanese bands covering green day songs. it actually sounded pretty good. i saw that the cd that was playing was on display near the counter with a NOW PLAYING sign. the cd cover read "PUNK ROCK HITS VOLUE 3" or something similar. i think i will buy it tomorrow. i need it. I Need It Bad.

then we went to a store that sells meat on rice. we couldnt find the door to enter and a guy eating saw us searching thru the window. he pointed at the door with a mad face. we bowed to him. he was a master, and a savoir. then we got in, but i saw this blonde teen out side. now, it is a rare occasion to get to see a blonde teen white girl here, so we rushed out of the store, and went around the corner to look at the blonde. it turned out to be some asian whore looking girl with died hair. i was sad.

then we found a japanese style cheap restaraunt. we went in and got fish, black stuff, miso soup, rice, and tofu. when they guy was filling out bowls with miso soup, he spilled some. he looked like he didnt give a damn. what a cool guy. hardcore bro. we sat on some chairs and started eating. my friend started feeling sick and he said he couldnt eat it all. i ate all of mine. i got really mad at him because i felt like i got fat and he didnt. he definitely wasnt going to eat all of his supper so we set our minds to go. then we remembered that you needed to bring the trays and plates back to the counter. we couldnt do it in that state of mind. we decided to punk the fuck out of the situation and just leave the plates on the table. we went out. i put my head phones on and started to listen to album leaf. then modest mousee. then the smiths. i am mister indie. i listen to famous 'indie' bands. my friend was listening to something but i didnt know what it was.

then we went home, and im listening to american alalog set right now (always count on mister indie to listen to an indie band). my bird is sitting at the bottom of the cage with its mouth open. its a lil grampa (i know its male because it sings this crappy melody and dances all the time (it really does.) im drinking green tea right now. (no pussy ass shit in it like honey or sugar).

i must say, it was a great day.

today

2007-08-08T00:24:00.000+09:00

i went skateboarding today with my friends. my friend was wearing a yellow shirt and it had this rich looking logo on it so i gave him shit for it. i told him its disgusting. he was also wearing brown pants. it made him look even richer and it really pissed me off.

we skated at the park. the friend wearing the yellow shirt was doing front side flips and i told him they looked disgusting and stupid. then he did a kick flip and it was very low. it made me kind of mad. i let it go though.

this guy that was front flipping this bank to bank came up to me and said "lets front flip it together". i was surprised. i didnt want to say no, because it would have made me look like an unmotivated fool, so i told him ill back side flip it. i first went to ollie it and i fell and some guys watching got all happy and cheered. they like it when people fall. then i ollied it. then i back side ollied it. then back side flipped it after around 10 tries. i pretended that i didnt care that i landed it. i was expressionless. i might have looked mad. i didnt care though, because i was stoked on my feet.

then i went to a store that sells all kinds of entertaining shit because i had to buy my dad a birthday present. i found a simpsons poster and told my friend to buy it. he said no because his mom will get mad at him because he doesnt have a job and she would say that buying a poster is a waste of money. we didnt find anything for my dad so we left.

then we went to another shop. we found these cool ant growing kits where you put the ants in a gel filled plastic container. my friend told me that he heard that ants hold funerals and stuff. i thought it would be a good present. one problem. it would be totally embarrassing to buy that thing. what would the sellers think? "here comes a dumb ass getting sucked into buying this ant growing kit that doesnt even work". i thought about that, and i ordered my friend to buy it for me. he said no at first, but the store was closing and i kept whining and he eventually went and bought it for me using the money he was holding for me in his wallet (i dont carry a wallet so i make him carry my money when we sk8).

my friend came back holding the ant grower, and i didnt really want to hold it but i took it and carried it to the station. we all said good bye to each other and went home. i got home and rested. my dad came and opened the present. now im listening to animal collective, trying to be a hipster. i guess im done with this entry. i have to go return a movie. (harry potter) (yes i fucking rented harry potter) (the second one) (i watched half).

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hey

2007-08-08T00:17:00.000+09:00

what is this? should i type something? what for? fun?