Oh jeez, theres only 35 minutes in 2005, and yet im writing this.
Well, the best way to begin a new year, is to finish up the old one.
So today, i shall flashback to those great moments where i was king, such as :
1. When i got kicked in the balls in TKD in a tournament.........three times
2. When i tripped down the stairs, landed on my feet after flipping three times, and then laughing until i banged my head against the wall.
And everyone favorite, when i kissed someone and got my ass busted for it.
Yes, its painful to bring back such crappy memories, but its time for a new year.
A new year of work, pain, school, friends, hate, romance, and everything else that makes life so grand.
Ive prepared for the new year so much, ive already planned my Halloween costume.
For Halloween.........i shall be............a........
ASIAN EMO BOY!!!!!!!! ( AKA ) A BANANA!!!!!
Yes, thats right, prepare yourselves for EMO BOY!!! IN 2006!!!! COMING TO A SCHOOL NEAR YOU!!!
Its gonna be great. Pink Hollister shirt, beanie, G-Unit chain, and my personal favorite, RIPPED JEANS!! I will be every pimp/gangsta/ punks worse nightmare.
When i was 7 years old, i slept only on the weekdays. On Saturday, i got up early at six to go watch Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse throw pies at Elmer Fudge. While my bigger brother and sister still snored away, i was wide awake. Even when i was 11, as i got up and took a shower and ate breakfast, my siblings were warpped up in their blankets until 11:30.
And even now sometimes i wake up people when i call them.
*cough**cough*
To the person that i did this to:
I know your reading this. Yeah, you have the urge to comment. I know you do. I bet you are. Or your going talk to me on AIM about this. Yes, you cant resistence talking to people about this.
Anyways, i slept until 9:30 until the sun hit my eyes. I went downstairs where the sun wasnt there, and then slept again until 1:30.
And even then, i wake up, and im not all there. My body is fully rested, i feel like i could make hell break loose in Calabasas.
But my mind is all tired. My head just hurts. Every part of me can go run a mile, but my head still fuzzes and thinking is not a part of its operation.
I need to go where Soul Meets Body so i regain my life again.
I thought it would be appropriate if i wrote this entry while there is litterally 8 more mintues of Christmas. Anyways, for Christmas, i got 2 shirts, some chocolate, and a CD made by a Korean MC. Yes, you friggin heard right, made by a KOREAN RAPPER FO' SHO'
Anyways, the shirts are cool, im wearing them the first two days i get back from school. (To make Kathy mad!!!)
The chocolate is good. Im already getting wasted on gourmet truffle goodness.
As for the CD, the CD kicks ass! At first, i was surpirsed. A Korean MC? You serious?
And then i listened to his songs. He.....friggin.....kicks....ass!!!!!
So yeah, i thought i should share my small but priceless loot that the Merry, Big, Jolly Santa Clause gave me.
And now that Christmas is over and the good feelings have been transformed into good memories, its time to change into 2006 and start the new year good.
On Friday, i went to the movies with the crazy russian( A.K.A. Natasha) to see Memoirs of a Geisha.
And it sucked. Horribly. If i tell you any more details, it would ruin the movie for you, because its centered around one main idea............but im not sure what it is. And its pretty unpredictable.........not the good way.
When it was the perfect time to so ,"I love you" they didnt.
Right when they were going to say those 3 words we were so sure they were going to say, they said something else. We litterally screamed at the screen to say it while the audience around us stared at us.
And at the end, they started to ramble about how "arent the memoirs of a prostitute, these arent the memoirs of a normal woman, these are the memoirs.........of a......"
Here we think "Geisha, geisha, geisha" I mean, come on, ITS THE FRIGGIN TITLE OF THE MOVIE.
But no, it goes on and on and on.
And then Narnia was corny. We started laughing every time the little girl started to begin her part.
Anyways, it was fun. She got to see me wear a pink beanie............thank god she didnt have a camera, this time.............
Seeings have been reported of a Korean kid running around in the Topanga mall screaming his head off because of NIKE.
Witnesses say that the kid was apparently mad at NIKE, for he took a match and burned down the NIKE section of Robinson Mays.
When the police finally manages to contain him, he disabled everyone with the horrible smell of AXE. With 50 officers in pursuit of him, the police describe him as ," Dangerous, may have AXE spray with him. If so, approach with extreme caution."
The Korean then ran over to Pac Sun, where he blinded white people by wearing HOLLISTER clothing. He then grabbed a pair of ripped jeans and proceeded to hide from the police by pretending to be a hobo.
After avoiding the whole police department, police say that he slipped undetected to the casting scenes of "The OC", where he proceeded to destroy all the new episodes.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" says the Asian maniac.
"I SHALL RID THE WORLD OF THE IMPURITIES!!!!!"
Clyde wakes up in bed where he finds himself cluthing a issue of TIME.
When i was a little boy of 5, my mom took me to Burlington Factory, where i expeirienced my first escalator. I loved these things. I was fascinated by being able to move and just stand. Even better at Burlington Factory, there was 2 sets that go up and down right next to each other.
So one day, i asked my mom if i could just stay at the enterance while she goes shopping for shoes. She spotted a guard nearby reading the newspaper, so she agreed.
Being only 5, the escalators for me were the equilvalent of roller coasters and Magic Mountain. I just stepped off one and jump on the other. I started skipping on the steps, even though i couldve died.
I tripped and banged my knee on the bottum. I didnt cry. I didnt care. I happily jumped on the one going up.
Finally after 30 minutes or so, the guard finally saw what i was doing and told me to scram. I sulked back up to car and waited.
Now i come back to Burlington after the longest friggin time.
If you know what the title actually is, wow, congratulations, you are as much Half life 2 crazy as i am.
Anyways, for all you normal people, its been a hard day for me today. 3 tests in the same day, and another tomorrow. Its been non stop Clyde-bashing all day. But now im just glad its over.
After tomorrow, i can do anything i want to. After tomorrow, i can finally take that one day where all i do is sleep.
The day after tomorrow i can wake up and then punch holes in walls, laugh madly, and be my self again.
No, i did not intend to have that movie title in one of my sentences.
Sleeping is good. Seriously. Everytime i wake up, i try to get in every second that i have. As soon as my mom calls me out, i sink lower into the blankets and wrap myself like a burrito. Every second that i sneak in is heaven. One day out of the whole break, i think im going to sleep. When its really cloudy and cold outside your blankets, and your in that really good spot where its all warm.
But the best part about sleeping? Waking up............then falling back asleep. Thats why i try to wake up at 6:00, just to have the satifaction of jumping back onto the matress and snoring away at the pillows.
Yes, i love my golden slumbers......................
I always took it for granted. I didnt really appreciate. Why should i? All it does is hang there in the sky and is helpful only when there is total darkness around you. And even then sometimes the moon doesnt shine and your lost in the blackness.
Thats how i felt about God.
My body ached everywhere from all my activites. My academic finals were coming up. I slept about 6 hours each night.
I was in the hell of teenage years. So when i almost blew off at night when i couldnt get some damn math problem, i went in the backyard. When i walked just as far as the grass lawn, i tripped over something in the darkness.
I tumbled and yelled while pounding onto the dirt below me.
In anguish, i thought to myself , "Where the hell are you when i need you most?"
I roll on my backside, and see the moon. A reflecting silver ball that radiates grey sliver all around me. I can finally see the ground around me. I feel it still watching me. I turn back and go back in.
I was never fond of football. When i was about 6, i was more fond of soccer and playing Half-Life. When i was 8, i had no idea what team was who. When i was 10, whenever i looked at a football game, i didnt know which team was which color. When i was 12, i didnt know what a turnover or what downs were.
All the while my big brother always insisted that i play football.
13, thats all changed. Football is an OK sport for me know. Im still loyal to my 'football-soccer- roots. And im sure as hell not giving up up my martial arts.
But still, its a good way to pass the time at lunch.
When i first started middle school, i saw this 6th grade leader, and a bunch of other guys following him. They jsut followed. The guy in front did all the talking and crap. The guys in the back had their hands in their pockets and just try to look cool.
I vowed to never be one of those guys.
So, now this is how i pass my time. Getting tackled and catching interceptions.
And for those who dont know what the hell im saying : football, football, football.
It was a normal Saturday. I needed to get a haircut, so i piled in the Camry with my mom to the barber. Along the way, she suddenly said ," I want to go to the Swap Meet"
I groan. Two hours just walking around a huge Costco size building. Whoopee.
Anyways, we started walking for about 45 mintues when something caught my eye. Guns. Lots of them. As i got closer to the Wall Of Firearms, i find that they're all BB guns. Nevertheless, they kick ass.
I know my guns. Years of computer FPS's have almost every gun emblazed in my head.
AK's, Mac, M4s, Thompsons, Famas, p90s, Uzis, Mp5s, Deagles, and high powered sniper rifles.
My mouth was drooling. I then asked if i could hold one. They said i need a guardian with me. Hehehe. I almost ran and dragged my mom over.
When asked which gun, i chose the Famas. Not exactly good.....at all. It was made by the French..........*stifles laughter*
Anyways, as soon as my hands instinctly got into position, i had certain urges . But fortunatly in ended with me going out without any kind of weapon.
I know what your thinking. " CLYDE, YOUR SUCH A GUN FREAK/ IDIOT/ STEREOTYPE!
Come on!!! As kids, we guys always played some kind of gun game. Its only natural...........
