'it is snoway.'

Alternate tunings are fascinating.

"Stiff beating hearts / wrapped up so tight."




You win again time...

hobama.

I receive emails on behalf of John McCain which start with "My fellow McCain supporters," "Team," "Dear Supporter," "Friends," and even "My Friends." I know I'll sound like an asshole after saying this... but what a bunch of assholes. Why are they assholes? They never approved of my "John McCain's Super BBQ Cookoff and Men's Beauty Pageant." Assholes.

There are also people who call Obama "NObama." Now isn't that just the shittiest thing you've ever heard? HObama sounds much better... he must cost a fortune for an hour. Really now, you can come up with so much more than NObama. They aren't trying very hard.

It was raining in the morning.


So I was driving to school. "Sweet Nuthin'" was playing and right when the solo came on the rain also came on... and in dramatic fashion. It was quite a nice sight. "Unwind" was also playing when this girl walked into class. That was also a nice sight.

falling sugar.

I don't know how it's supposed to be like falling sugar, but it's like falling sugar.

sink.

Can you tell that I'm using a new keyboard? I can... and it's weird. Most things which I call weird, however, are actually not weird. I just like using the word. Don't say that's weird. But the keys on this keyboard require a little less effort. So halfway through my press, the words are on the screen. This is supposed to be some sort of amazing technology, which for some reason they don't use on all keyboards. It also has a calculator button, which I think is somewhat nifty. I just opened up the calculator like 6 times by just pressing a button. So if I ever need to open up a bunch of calculators really quickly, I know just the button to press. I don't think I'll ever use that button again. Only by accident maybe.

Changing a bathroom sink is awful. It's warm and claustrophobic under the sink... and my fingers still smell like that plumbing putty stuff. "'Can I have your autograph?' He said to the fat blonde actress..." It's not "if" it's "when."



'I'll come running to you / honey when you want me. / Something's got a hold on me / and I don't know what...'

homework.

There's someone in my head, but it's not me.


I've got deja vu / I swear that I saw you

tired.

happy.

It's supposed to be the opposite of yesterday, but I can't remember what order I had it in. So make your adjustment accordingly if it happens to look the same. Or you can leave it the way it is and say that today was like yesterday. A warm ball of Campbell's soup that you left on the stove too long and it started to smell like some really hot soup. I'm one of those discolored peas. Blah blah blah... Who won the debate? Captain Crunch. I haven't had Captain Crunch in a really long time.


I'm on the moon.

happy.

tired.

the monster.

I was almost killed by some shapeshifting girl in my dream. I should've known when the door was flipped around so the locks were on the outside. So I'm in the room. There's two other people in. And then suddenly I find myself holding the door because this monster is trying to come in. It was terrifying. Then the door start getting broken down and I see this colorful monster looking in through the cracks. Now this is where I started freaking out. I really wanted to see where this was going, but at the same time I thought I was going to get killed. So I managed to wake up and then my mind says it some dream monster because when I went back to sleep I was sitting in that same room and working out a plan with some other people. Except one of us had already fallen asleep. So they were probably dead... but no. With some weird twist that person was actually somebody else and she killed the monster... and she even brought back a baby from the dream world. That was pretty heroic.

Today I'll get to see my deformed armed Mickey Mouse watch rotate all the way around.

the sun.

Upon exiting a dream where someone I once knew broke down in tears, I was left with a song that I thought was The Beatles' "Get Back." But after waking up and actually putting on the song, I heard no similarities to the "Get Back" that my mind was so certain it was playing. So there goes dream song number 2. These are songs that I dream about, but I think they're songs that are just stuck in my head. Had I had the musical talent, I perhaps would've written it down. Next time I'm getting up and writing down whatever it is in my head at the time. I'll sort it all out in the morning.

I'm pretty sure I almost got heat stroke like 4 times today and those m&m's I ate were melted on the inside. I wrote them a letter about it and praised them for their wonderful product. Let's see how this turns out.

I have to turn Thursday (I keep typing Thrusday for some reason) morning into Sunday morning. Having a day go from 8am to 8pm isn't too bad, I can master the art of stomach growling. I'm going to make mine say, "Grrrggagaggagrrrllllrrrr... put food in me so I may convert it to more wasteful products using the power of digestion! GRHRGRGRGGRGR..... hungry..."

It's called "Sad Song."




But it makes me smile.

poor little rich girl

Time to get my mind together.

Fall is here.




Summer Banana with essays, notes, and other such handouts.

And so ends the summer.

the other guitar.

Oh... don't ever let me join the bomb squad. Sure, they have robots do the dirty work most of the time, but if the robot isn't available, perhaps it out robbing a Subway and getting me lunch, I and everybody else within the bomb's range will be in trouble. If it happens to be an atomic bomb everybody just outside the bomb's range will be horribly mutated. So you know, it'll be bad. This is only crossing my mind, because i neglected to figure out that one of my guitars had a wire inside of another wire. I'm learning about this after I managed to short the circuit... those failed years studying to be an electrical engineer are finally paying off. I don't know how it wasn't getting shorted before though. I mean, those two wires are pretty much touching all the time. So... I don't get it. I fixed the problem and seperated those two wires. The guitar now has a functioning tone knob.


All without burning myself with the soldering iron!

My McCainSpace

I tried everything. I could actually be supporting John McCain and they still won't let me create a little "McCainSpace." What a bunch of assholes... or I'm not a very good liar. Really now, I saw nothing wrong with my "King Straight Talk" page (Just "Straight Talk" was already taken). Maybe it's because I used "fools" on there twice. Once under why I support John McCain, as in, "STRAIGHT TALK FOOLS!" Then another time under city, which was the usual, "Anaheim fools!" Perhaps it was the fact that after "STRAIGHT TALK FOOLS!" I had added, "But I don't think babies should be drilling, but we do need to be drilling." This is just me now... if I actually did support drilling for more oil, I'd really really like a better chant than "Drill baby Drill!" It's like... come on. Somebody has to say it. Just do it right after the chants die out... wait for it and then just yell out, "We sound like fucking retards!" Same goes for the "USA! USA!" chants. It's probably just me, but chanting USA reminds me of stuff on Jerry Springer or if you're into stuff on channel 62, Jose Luis - seeing a guy crawl on the floor like a snake to protect some eggs in tupperware really really makes you stop and watch.

To finish things off, under "Major issues" or something I had put, "Terrorist of all shapes and sizes. And if there's enough money, space travel and time travel." If that doesn't cut it for the republicans, I don't know what will. So here ends my 30 minutes of time wasting and trying to construct something to support John McCain. I had to give it a couple days to see if they'd approve, but they never did. Or even if they did, I forgot my password. I thought it was 'butterfingers' but apparently it isn't. So I'm sorry, you will not be seeing a "King Straight Talk" page.

Maybe it's because I'm Chinese. On the site, I've seen exactly 1 hispanic, 1 asian, and 2 black people... and one of those black people was Barack Obama. Maybe I'm not looking hard enough, but spending time on that website is depressing. Some guy was giving his 10 reasons why he supports McCain. He said he would be voting based on the issues and experience and not something like age. But toward the end, he said, "I support John McCain because he's a maverick." I don't think that one should count... lazy ass. There was other stuff... but I wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying. I was trying to figure out why a 14 year old would be making a video like this. The kid looked like he was 14... I'm sorry. And I was looking around in the background to see what he had in his room. One golden lamp, an aqua-like dresser, and if I squinted my eyes, a picture of George Bush or John Kerry, I couldn't tell.


After leaving the McCain website and while writing this, I had to ask myself, "Why am I visiting a white supremacist website now?" I left the hate group's website and wrote this sentence.

My McCain Event.

Ok. Let's be serious for a second. I'm just trying to host an event on behalf of John McCain, but it has yet to show up on the site. Oh well. They're missing out. Look, there were only 6 events within 10 miles of my zip code. All I'm trying to do is give people options. So I wasted like 5 minutes putting in all the info. Here a rough outline of what I submitted to them.

Event: John McCain's Super BBQ Cookoff and Men's Beauty Pageant (Blam! Adding 'Super' makes everything better.)


Event Type: McCain House Party (This was actually a choice. I'm not exactly sure what it means. They also had 'debate party' and 'supporter event.' I know I made the right choice here.)


Event description:
I like BBQ and I like beauty. What better way to celebrate John McCain than melding the two together? You'll see John McCain the BBQ cook and, if you're old enough, the sexy John McCain later at night. The duration says 3 hours, but it's definitely going until question marks. So let's gather together and crack open a couple cold yellow dogs and enjoy the sweet taste of Coor's and victory.

Let's hear some STRAIGHT TALK!

(Can you seriously object to this in any way? It would be nice to recieve a rejection letter though. "We're sorry but we do not approve of the distrubution of 'yellow dogs' and men's beauty pageants..." and so forth.)


Name:
Oreon Taskivul (So what? I was looking at some Oreos at the time.)


City: Anaheim fools! (Maybe they're not fans of Mr. T)


Having already decided who I'm going to vote for, why not continue my look into the other side of things and forget about the other side. It's this side that needs to convince me anyway... These people are nuts...

rocket fuel.

Drinking rocket fuel would be such a drag. I'm not exactly sure what that's supposed to mean, but I felt that I needed to write that down.

You're either staying up way too late or you get up really early... or you do the weird thing and take a bunch of naps and your day consists of random moments in time. Either way...

"I'm going to the darklands."

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lifted.

nuts.

I feel awfully light headed right now. The powerful odors of paint have managed to seep through my dental mask and they're just making me feel... light headed.

And I'm almost certain now that my neighbor is building a rocket ship. What else would require such large amounts of hammering during strange hours of the day? It's driving me nuts...

Friday, May 13, 2005

Nobunny's 'Mess Me Up' was the song that was stuck in my head this morning. This was following a dream where I was to swim in a relay in a very brown gym. Since I lack the great ability to swim, I was reluctant in doing so. So what I did - I think it was pretty neat - what I did was tell myself, "Fuck this, I'm waking up." And that's what I did. Although part of me wanted to see where this was going. But I decided not to and I spent my day tearing open my fingers and painting my guitar... again.

The fingers deal with a great stinging sensation when they're wet and a less noticable sting when they are bent.

The peppers were from Rubio's I think and the ice cream that I used to qwell the firey burn did not work as I had hoped. Or that's how I'm remembering things now. I'm pretty sure I used ice cream on an occasion similar to this.


Friday, May 13, 2005
turn, but don't pull.
Current mood: swirly
you know how i said everyday.. well i lied.

nothing special about yesterday.. but it is a good song. didn't find my sock-pockets for the shuffle.. and the highlight of the day is when i was eating some of those 'spicy' pepper things.. and the spicy started to kick in.. and phil said they aren't that spicy and that he'd eat a whole bunch at once if i did it too... and if you know how to use your brain.. you should know that i said ok.. then my mouth was on fire. and my stomach started to hurt.. and it's feeling swirly as hell this morning...

friday the 13th.. um.. don't pull any tricks today. unless you're a whore and it's your job.. but then again you'll be turning tricks.. not pulling. so turn, but don't pull.

bleeding.

There's ketchup on my finger... or I'm bleeding.

As it would turn out, I've managed to tear open a portion on my middle finger somehow. Another section on my index finger is also about to give way. All this botched painting and sanding is finally getting to me. This is what I get for not having a sanding block. It's sort of like what the Incredible Hulk goes through each time he turns green. Only instead of a shirt, I have my finger skin. And it doesn't all just get torn off, it splits open. The bleeding has stopped. There wasn't a lot, but it was rather odd to see.

may 11, 2005

So I forgot about these.


Wednesday, May 11, 2005
b.day
Current mood: nelson
2 minutes before the day is done. awesome day.

got an email from my mom saying.. the usual happy birthday and "make sure you eat noodles for long life and egg for new life." my mom is super. much more superer than yours.

recieved warning number two for parking in the 'private/tennant only' parking area.. you know, the university center. of course this doesn't matter because i'm going to pull tricks on the security toward the end of the school year.. it involves me and patting the fat security guard's stomach.. and me running away and him chasing after me. but i think he won't chase after me.. zoomers.

ate my lunch which consisted of noodles and eggs.. but no egg noodles.

wasted a lot of time until the 60 tacos arrived. ate a couple and messed around with anson's camera a bit. of course writing about it wouldn't be the same as being here.. but you know.. in the end i felt sick as i always do.

i'm 20. it's my birthday. thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday. and fuck you to phil who wished me a 'fuck you nelson' and thanks to the other's who wished they wished me a happy birthday but didn't because they had better things to do.. which they should have.. unless their name is george martins and has nothing better to do than to make up names and have people wonder who the hell they're talking about.

the 'b' stands for box. which will probably find a way to end up on my head one way or another.

Lipstick.

If I put on some lipstick, can I also be compared to a pig? That looks like a lot of fun. But you know what? Barack wasn't comparing Sarah Palin to a pig.

*GASP*
Really?
No way!
Are you sure?
Because Sarah Palin wears lipstick.
Wow!
I'm flabberghasted...

The lipstick wearing pig says, "What's the difference between me and Sarah Palin? I'm a fucking idiom and trick question, stupid. There is no difference because she really is a pig."

One hour until they turn on the Hadron Collider. Time to prove some stuff about... something. I didn't reach much into it except people think the world is going to end. Well... If it does, I think we deserve it. We're a bunch of assholes anyway. I mean... lipstick! We're fucking retards.

What will they come up with next? I hope it's something that tastes good. I'm hungry.

it's transitive

The day began with Sir Mick telling me that "She's so complicated." As for the "she," I don't know who that's referring to. But you know what's complicated? Whatever it is that my neighbor is doing. He was hammering the crap out of something all day. I'd say for a good 8 hours. 4 in the morning. 4 towards the evening. I'm beginning to think that he is a leader of a cult and in order to gather a following he has to construct a large space ship that will carry his followers to a great utopia full of diamond studded apples that shoot lasers and urinate apple juice. He's probably making a desk or something though.

This song goes on for a while. Can you say 28 minutes? It's absolutely something. I wanted to say 'spell binding.' and while typing that, my crazy fingers decided to put down, 'spelling.' because the word 'bind' has no place in that phrose. yes. phrose. phrases are so out of date. I'm updating the English language. 'Phrase' will now be 'phrose' and 'froze' will now be 'fraze.'

I just want to vomit. This election is making me sick. If I can just push all that stuff in my stomach out and onto certain individuals... then I'd feel a lot better. And who knows. Maybe even he/she/it/that/piece of grade A beef/bumble bees will feel better too. Oh, but that beef will taste awful. Seriously. It's a damn circus. People are rushing off to stuff their heads up their candidates asses and it's just disgusting. At least take off your cowboy hats first. It's very strange how easily people can be swayed. If I ever run as the republican candidate, I'm picking an elephant for VP. Nobody is going to fuck with an elephant. Its acceptance speech will just be 40 minutes of trampling and... roaring? Yeah! my fucking elephant will have a roar. It'll sound like 50 lions and 2.3 whales put together. And you know what, I'll catch my opponent in the polls. Because people will see my elephant and they'll say, "Holy shit. That elephant is brutal. It stepped on 10 men and then cleaned off its feet by stepping on 3 women, 4 boys, a girl, and a boat filled with babies. If it drinks blood, we can forget about the other guy!" So here we are. Don't vote for me you selfish bastards. Unless your views call for a person who will probably try to eat ice cream for dinner tomorrow. Then by all means... vote for me. I'll end up eating rice though... as always.

"Time is the most embarrassing thing that can ever happen to you because someone's got to take care of all your details. You've died and someone's got to take care of the body, make the funeral arrangements, pick out the casket and the service and the cometary and the clothes for you to wear, and get someone to style you and do the makeup. You'd like to help that and most of all you'd like to do the whole thing yourself, but you're dead, so you can't. Here you spent your whole life trying to make enough money to take care of yourself so you won't bother anybody else with your problems and then you wind up dumping the biggest problem ever in somebody else's lap. It's a shame. I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything could just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there." - Andy Warhol

absolutely:

I feel absolutely poisoned.

The mosquitoes were not kind to me... at all.

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That minus the smile (in parentheses), multiplied by... I want to say 6, maybe 7. This isn't what math should be used for.

the detective

'misery solved,' said the detective.