They Don't Call Me Champ Status For Nothin'!

Starting the post is always a tough thing. Didn't really do shit this week, but the weekend is pretty much jam-packed. Friday I worked then Lara took me to SOMA and we saw the Interpol soundcheck. They played three of my four favorite songs off their new CD ANTICS: "Evil", "NARC", and "Slow Hands". My other favorite is "Not Even Jail" in case anyone is wondering. I know you all are.

Afterward I went to the Stapley house and killed some time. There was a king snake in their pool. Lara sprayed it with a hose, Alex wanted to kill it. Their mom took it out and threw it in their orange field. Lara thought it was going to attack her when she went to pick oranges. What would Lara be doing in an orange field? She was also afraid because she said "now it knows where I live." hmmmm...

We went out to dinner and met up with Deema and Dora at their house. Diana, Deema's roommate was there too. We went down to fuckin' Bonita to some party. Tina, Lara and I dressed up as the Wiggles. It was a pretty fun party though. I was handing out Starburst lollipops to make friends. Everyone assumed they were laced and wouldn't befriend me. Oh well, their loss right?

On Saturday I slept in and then hung out with Joel. We have some good talks, dont' we Joel?

Afterward I picked up Tina and we met up with Deema and Diana and hung out in La Jolla. We later went to Mount Soledad and overlooked all of SD. It's really nice up there, kinda cold though. We got lost in PB, then we went shopping for a bit. We said our goodbyes, and headed over to Lara's house for din din.

Tina, Lara, Chris and I didn't have anything to do. Lara wanted to go see THE GRUDGE, but nobody else did. We wanted to go bowling, but Lara didn't. So we didn't do either. We decided to play MONOPOLY. Why does everybody want to play this game at the beginning, but once we are halfway into it... everyone quits? LAME.

The object of this round of Monopoly was to beat me... plain and simple. Lara had to pay me some money, so what did she do? She gave Tina all her money, and gave Chris all her land. Tina was rakin' in the dough, but she had some bad rolls, and ended up quitting too. This time, Chris got everything. So I had hotels on the light purples and oranges (the whole strip between JAIL and FREE PARKING) and all the railroads, and Chris had the rest. Hotels on the rest.

I still stayed strong though... It struck 1:00am and I had to get goin'... but I conceded with over $3000. It was a pretty fierce game I must say. Chris and I were haulin' toward the end. We would roll and just move straight to our spots, and we'd land on each other's hotels, and know exactly how much we owed. It was gettin' rowdy.

Fuckin' quitters piss me off.

What to talk about? Monday was the same ol' monday. Went to all three classes and had a softball game. We were up by 14 at one point, but only ended up winning by two. I got a single, a double and a triple+error which ended up as a HR. Noah and I played outfield together and dicked around the whole time. It's fun talking during the game. It makes defense more entertaining. Winning helps too.

Tuesday I went to class and dicked around. Got lunch with Daniel dicked around some more I believe.

Today I went to my music class but it was cancelled because my professor was stuck in traffic. Hell yeah. I saw this girl in my class walking toward the room in which the class was held, but I decided not to mention anything to her about the cancellation of class because she drank all my red bull and vodka at the frat party that one time. Scotty and Patrick know what I'm talkin' about. She got the raw deal on that bargain eh guys?

Anyway, I came home and did my homework for Film Studies, then got lunch with Daniel and Joe. Went to class. Played some BLITZ '99 with Daniel. He won in 2OT. We are going to have the rubber match next Wednesday. I'm excited. We got some snacks with Micah from Circle K, then Daniel and I went to film studies. We watched THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST. The movie woulda been a lot better if this douchebag two seats down from me woulda shut up. "Wow, it looks like he's covered in chocolate syrup." "Oh, that probably hurt." "Ouch, you poked me in the eye!" What a stupid fuck.

Red Sox won the World Series. I owe my uncle $20. Ya know what pisses me off? Not the fact that I called the Cardinals to win the World Series since the all-star break, not the fact that the Padres didn't make the playoffs... no. What really pisses me off is all these half ass Red Sox fans. Since when are the Red Sox America's team? Why does everybody like them all of a sudden? Just because they beat the Yankees? Everybody hates the Yankees because they "buy their talent". News flash people... the Red Sox have the second highest payroll in the league! They do the same shit damnit. Why am I even ranting about this? Everyone that reads this that even cares about baseball already knows this shit. The only real Red Sox fan that I know is Pags... so yay for Pags. and I spit on the rest of you.

spit.

After I left work yesterday I went and had lunch with Brian. I haven't seen him in a while. It's always nice to catch up with old friends. I may go to a Halloween party with him next weekend. I don't really like Halloween that much. I always feel as if I have to do better than my costume the previous year, and I mean... what costume is going to beat JASON LAND? C'mon. Is that even possible?

Zady came over and he, Tina and I all watched Seinfeld. It's a brilliant show, I recommend it to all if you have yet to see it. We got ready for Ghetto Night. Lemme lay a little knowledge on you all about Ghetto Night. Last Friday Patrick, Chris, Tina and I went out to dinner. Patrick and I brought up the infamous SAE party, and we mentioned somethin' about 40s. A light went on in Patrick's head... "We should have a Ghetto Night! We should all get dressed up and eat fried chicken and drink 40s and Kool Aid!" Thus Ghetto Night was born. So anyway, Tina, Zady and I cruised over to the Moussa house, but not before hittin' up a gas station. Zady was wearin' a Charles Woodson jersey, and this guy pulls up in this black Acura with Raider Nation stickers all over. Zady turned red and ran inside. Cute. Now I will run down the attire list for you all, so you can get a mental image:

Bobby: Detroit Lions Westbrook jersey complete with matching Lions hat and warmups with a Walkman on

Patrick: Black velour jumpsuit with a Tigers hat, Pistons headband, and throwback Isiah Thomas jersey

Chris: UNC Michael Jordan jersey with a red white and blue starred headband and basketball shorts

Tina: U of M jersey with a Georgetown Hoyas hat and warmups, accented by old skool Converse

Zady: Yankees hat with a Charles Woodson jersey and warmups

Me: Whirlyball T-Shirt with my white shiny nylon track jacket with black pants, a headband, a Pistons hat, and topped off with my handcuff rings


We ate fried chicken, mashed potatoes n' gravy, mac n' cheese, 'tato wedges, and bizkits... compliments of KFC. We washed it down with Tropical Punch Kool-Aid (which is blue, by the way) and 40s of Olde English and Mickey's.

We then all gathered 'round like a typical ghetto family and played TRIVIAL PURSUIT: 90s Edition. It was Patrick and Chris vs. Bobby and Zady vs. Tina and myself. Anybody care to guess who the victors were? C'mon... no contest. Tina and I sent everyone back to the unemployment line and came away with the W. We then watched part of BERRY GORDY'S THE LAST DRAGON... featuring Bruce Leroy. What a movie. Zady spits a mean game... and also passed out. I haven't seen somebody get hit so hard by an English since Scotty stage-slapped me in the parking lot of Starbucks!

I decided to go Scotty style today. No, that doesn't mean I am going to write about pot and England... I just meant I will not have a title for this post.

So the Yanks lost... get over it people. I have. OK OK, I still kinda haven't. I still haven't decided which is more embarassing: That Red Sox 1st baseman who let the ball go between his legs, causing the Sox to lose back in the day... or the Yanks winning the first three games of the series, then losing the next four and being eliminated from the playoffs. They are both horrible. The Yanks may be a little worse though.

I am happy that the Cardinals won. I can't lose any money to Joel now, which is always a good thing. I can only win $5 if the Cards beat the Red Sox. I also just bet my uncle $10. He wants the Sox... just like everybody else for some God-forsaken reason. I don't get the fascination with this team. I was talking to Chris last night, and he said the day after the Sox beat the Yankees, everyone showed up to school in Boston gear. I know Boston has die-hard fans and all... but c'mon. Where's the support when they lost the first three games? I didn't hear anybody talkin' about how the Sox were gonna come back. Those horses that are pulling the Red Sox bandwagon must be gettin' really tired, cuz everyone keeps jumping on it. Hmmm, I guess I coulda made that line the title of this post. Oh well.

I went to Daniel's house last night to watch the game. (Joel, I didn't know how long I was staying because he was supposed to invite this girl over and I woulda left it that was the case, but she ended up having to work... and I didn't want you to drive down there for like twenty minutes then leave. I woulda been pissed if I would have had to leave, but instead we visited her at work. Wow, I think I'm gonna end this parenthetical sentence and continue with the rest of the post.) There, much better. After the game, Daniel decided to turn on his favorite late night movie, THE FAST AND THE CURIOUS... and I decided lesbian pornography was more of a solo project, so I left. I came home and watched a FUCKED UP episode of ER. I ended up going to sleep at like 11pm. Who the fuck sleeps in the PM? That's pathetic.

Tonight is GHETTO NIGHT. I am excited. I will take pictures for everyone to see... it'll be quite the sight.

Puddles fuckin' suck.

I went to GEO and found out I was supposed to have a speech ready to present. Good thing a lot of people went over their alloted time, so I didn't have to go. I went to lunch with Allie afterward. For those of you who don't know who that is, she is friends with my sister and Sam. We have been talking online for a bit, and she listens to very good music, so we got together and exchanged CDs. I got the JIMMY EAT WORLD and the HOT ROD CIRCUIT CDs, and she got the SAY ANYTHING, STRAYLIGHT RUN, and HEAD AUTOMATICA ones. Goooood trade. We got Chipotle and I met Enzo, her mini dog. I then went home and Daniel called and told me he wasn't going to class. I decided not to go either. Screw History... we don't ever do anything in that class. The tests are open note, open book. C'mon now.

I got dinner with Ursula at night. We went to China Wokery. It was nice seeing her again... I haven't seen her in about two months. On the way out we got stuck under the awning cuz it was raining so damn hard. There were all these cars driving by and spraying a shitload of water, and if we got anywhere near them we'd be fuckin' soaked. So we ended up running to our cars, but I was wearing sandals, so I couldn't really run. I ended up walking into a really deep puddle and got soaked up to my ankles.

I came home and watched the Yankees lose. I can't believe it. They won three games in a row, and lost three games in a row. This is getting sad. That is the first time in fucking HISTORY that that has happened. If they lose tonight, I may in fact cry.

Oodles o' fun on Friday. Chris kicked my ass at Madden. I like hangin' out with him... he's a funny kid. Later Patrick came over and we met up with Tina and went to dinner at China Wokery. I really like that place. Good food. After that we decided we wanted ice cream but the line at Cold Stone was waaaay too long so we went to McDonalds. I saw the happy meal toy was Aladdin and Co... so I had to buy one. The fuckers were selling them for $1.83 a pop. That's ridiculous. I got my Aladdin and we parked and walked around and ate. It's lame, cuz you need to collect all five happy meal toys to actually have a toy. I have Aladdin and the front of the carpet, and each piece has a character and another carpet piece. The carpet doesn't roll until you ahve all five pieces. Those people at McDonalds are smart as shit... but they are bitches too. Later that night I saw TEAM AMERICA: WORLD POLICE with Joel. I was tired as hell. I went though, cuz I'm a trooper. I thought the movie was pretty funny. Kim Jong Il was my favorite. He's probably my favorite dictator, if I was pressed to choose one.

In the morning I worked the golf tournament. Joel and Matt came over and we met up with Daniel and Peter and Lara and Alex and the PTS crew down there. It was quite time consuming. Tina and I left there pissed off and disgruntled as did Phil and I'm sure Grace did as well. Sunday was equally time-consuming, but I wasn't nearly as busy. Oh well... money is money and I got paid some money. Actually no, no I didn't. Grace hasn't paid me. I guess I am pretty trusting to actually think she's gonna pay me. I am kidding... if she doesn't pay me, I will just send my muscle to go get it for me. No problem.

I had lunch with Ty today. I haven't seen that kid since the infamous SAE party. Remember that Scotty? MOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! hehe, we all had fun... more or less. We went to Best Buy and looked around for a bit, then I went to math class. Softball game was cancelled due to the weather. Bullshit. Those fields suck anyway, there's not much more we can do to fuck up those greens.

Woke up at the crack of dawn... but I went back to sleep and woke up at 9 instead. I got ready for the day, put on my favorite SAY ANYTHING shirt and got to goin'. I went to Grace's office to help her with her Oktoberfest-themed convention extravaganza. Oh what fun. I pretty much set up the beverage stands all over the place. I ran some errands with Phil, then with Noah. I went to class then came back to work s'more. I left at 5 and headed down to La Jolla (pronounced La Hoy-ah) to pick up Joel for the Taking Back Sunday show. We hit up In N Out beforehand... animal protein hamburger with fries and a drink for $3.93? Sign me the fuck up...

We got to SOMA and the line was the longest we had ever seen it. Ya know how there are a bunch of stores right next to SOMA? Well the line went from the entrance of SOMA and wrapped around to the back of the store two doors down. That's fuckin' crazy. So Joel and I chilled in my truck and beat the traffic.

We watched THE SLEEPING, thanks to Jason. I did enjoy them. I really liked the song called "The Breakdown: Day One" or something like that. They got the crowd to participate by saying the title of my blog... we all seemed to like it. Micah and Kelly showed up right as they got offstage. We went to the back of SOMA and sat on the ramp and got a perfect view. We watched Matchbook Romance after. Their set seemed to FLY by. I enjoyed THE GREATEST FALL OF ALL TIME, especially when Pete from Fall Out Boy came out and sang. Fall Out Boy played afterward. I am glad they played NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER, even though I thought the rest of their set was mediocre. When we saw them with Mest and at their headlining tour in July, I thought they were much better. I still enjoyed them. Taking Back Sunday came on and opened with the first song off their new CD. They played some songs that I really didn't think they would. They closed with A DECADE UNDER THE INFLUENCE. The crowd cheered, and Adam and Fred came out and played NEW AMERICAN CLASSIC... much to Joel's shagrin. Scotty and I like the song a lot, so I stuck around damnit. And of course they closed with CUTE WITHOUT THE E. Their light show was a little much. They kept shining right in our eyes and the band disappeared. I found out that my right eye is more sensitive to light than my left, because I would close my right eye and watch with my left every time. Symmetrical my ass...

Tina texted me and told me that she didn't need me to come to Grace's office, so Joel and I decided to drop by on Michelle and pay her a visit. When we got there, Joel decided he didn't need to knock on the door... he would just barge on in. Apparently everyone does that. Hmmm... good to know. I think I am just going to burst open the door and scream, and see how much they like that. That's what you get for not locking your door. No lock equals no knock.

Anyway, Josh was there, and the other Michelle came down and the five of us talked for quite a long time. We talked about everything from music to sandwich bags to prostitution to mormons. We are a funny group... and just get funnier as time goes by. Joel and I left at around 1:00. When I got to my truck I found a phone in the bed of my truck without a battery. Joel thought it was a bomb... I threw it on a rock.

Tina is watching MULTIPLICITY right now. Seriously. This movie is ridiculous. It's like Batman meets crap.

Lunch with Daniel and Joe at Island Brothers. went to 7-11... or as the cool Encinitas kids call it- Sevy... lame.

Classes past. Daniel and I went bowling too. He kicked my ass... as usual. But I got him back in BLITZ 99, where it counts. We then went to our film class and watched POTEMPKIN. ugh.

I watched South Park. I guess I didn't really have that eventful of a day... or did I? hehehe...

Don't you agree Joel? ;^)

I went to all my classes on Monday. I don't believe it either. I grabbed some lunch with Daniel and Joe and then came home and Maddened it up. Had a game at night. I broke my streak. I went three games without getting an out, and I got out twice last night. Grrrr. I got two runs though, so that made me feel special. We won by three... so I guess I wasn't that necessary.

My class got cancelled today. YAY! I was on the phone with Ursula when I found out... I am going to hang out with her on Tuesday. I haven't seen her in like two months! I got my hair cut too. It was needed.

I forgot to mention something about Saturday night with Joel. We shot pool, but I forgot to write about the woman that works there. There is a new waitress/bar wench. She has probably DD breasts. Incredibly fake. She was totally hired to get guys to show up. It's so obvious. She was such a stereotypical blond waitress. Looks like she came out of the Showgirls across the parking lot. When I went up to pay she said "Hey cutie. Are you done?" and I handed her my money and she said "ya know sweetie, it's OK to smile!" and I said "sorry, I'm sick" and she said "I'm sorry sweetheart... hope you get better cutie!" Has anyone seen the South Park episode with the RAISINS girls? She was exactly like that. Hilarious.

I am watching YES, DEAR with Tina right now, and Danielle Fischel is in it... better known as Topanga Lawrence Matthews from BOY MEETS WORLD. How great!

Found out that Christopher Reeve died last night. That's sad. Ken Caminiti died too... he did steroids. That's sad... that he didn't hit better.


On Friday I went to the church party. Bust. I ended up with like $60 of raffle tickets, and I didn't win shit. I didn't pay for any of them though... so that's OK with me. Tina, Chris and I tore up the floor. Chris and I got served a couple times. This one woman started her own dancin' group and she cut us off every time we tried to get around her. SERVED. We call her Wade. Our dance team is the Little Andrews. We'll get 'em next time Chris. They were chargin' $1 a drink... fuckin' lame. Our table accumulated quite the large tab that my dad eventually paid for. Heh.

On Saturday I went to Noah's house in the morning to watch the Michigan/Minnesota game. That's college football to all the unknowing. Noah made me breakfast when I got there, and we shared some beer at 10:00am. Hey, you can drink as early as you want as long as A) you are not alone or B) you are watching sports. Noah's a great guy... breakfast and football? c'mon!

I later came home and took a nice nap. I watched some baseball and more college football... slept s'more. Ran errands for daddy. Then I went to Joel's. We picked up his sister and her friend and dropped them off at the Mest/Hawthorne Heights/Bayside show. We went to our place (Chipotle) and then to our other place (Pacific Q). I found out that Fat Katz, the bar, is now a SHOWGIRLS. How fuckin' funny is that? I always said that Encinitas had no night life... but oh boy does it now. There were people picketing on Encinitas Blvd and outside the strip club. I thought it was the greatest thing ever. I was about to join the picketing... cuz it's 21+! That's fuckin' lame. I wanted to go put money down the pants of the protestors for no reason at all. That woulda been grand.

We shot some pool and then went back to Joel's house. We watched South Park. We had to pick up his sister and her friend at 11:00, but we stayed and finished the South Park episode that ended at 10:50 cuz hey, we had never seen it!

On Sunday I woke up at 8:00am to help my dad hang up blinds around my house. They look great... like anyone gives a shit. There was nothing wrong with our old ones. These ones are horizontal though. OOOOOOH. I watched some more football. I love this time of the year cuz there is football all weekend. My boys INDY won. Hell yeah. Later I went to Talia's birthday party. That was the typical family function. Nothing to really report. Nothing outta the ordinary... pretty hum drum. heh... drum. I like drum. Drum make loud noise when I hit it.

This is just a special appearance by the Top Five List... it's not a permanance.

TOP FIVE THINGS I WOULD LIKE TO DO BEFORE I DIE... AND AS ALWAYS, NO PARTICULAR ORDER... (Editor's Note: This isn't including threesomes and anal sex and all those sexual fantasies that all guys want. heh.)


Go neckin' in the woods
Invent a cabinet that doubles as a dishwasher/dryer so there will be no need to unload
Play my drums in front of a crowd over 1,000 people
Make out with someone whose name I do not know. "No names baby... no names."
Create a catch phrase that everyone will someday use

I didn' do SHIIIIT on Sunday after I visited mah Tritons... let's see if Monday was more eventful eh?

So on Monday I went to music class and had a test. I knew all of it, except for one. I couldn't for the life of me remember the word NATURAL. I shoulda texted Scotty... too little too late I guess.

Daniel and I walked into class and got our tests. We got 90's. Then we went out to lunch with Joe. We got pizza and shot pool. I hustled the table... I'm a hustla baby.

We had a softball game. Tina ended up getting the walk off hit sendin' two people home. This crazy bitch on third base started talkin' shit to me. I go up to the plate, just after I hit a triple, and she says "LET'S GO GUYS, THIS ONE'S AN EASY OUT!" You crazy ass mother fucker, what game are you watching?! So I open my stance a little more. For those of you who don't know what that means, it means I put my front foot, my left one, farther away from the plate, thus extending my rotation. So the pitch comes to me, and I hit the ball right by that bitch's head. But it went foul. GRRRR. Next pitch was a ball... next pitch I did the same thing, but it was shin height and went foul again. In our league, if you hit two fouls with two strikes, you are out, so I went back to my original stance and hit a blooper over second. So of course when she gets up to bat I gotta scream, "This one's an easy out people!" heh, she struck out. Bitch.

OK, it was more like 2:45am. That was one helluva long party... but I'd say it was a good time all-around. I know I know, C'MON TOM... HOW WAS THE PARTY?! I CAN'T SLEEP UNTIL I FIND OUT! OK, so here is how we got down...

around 6:30 people started rollin' in. Tina and Grace were distracting Grandma up in Grace's office. Grandma thought she was going to a wedding, so she was all gussied up, waitin' to go. So everyone was waiting downstairs in the hall, and Grandma came down, thinkin' Grace had to lock the door or somethin'. We all shouted suprise... she seemed more pissed than suprised. She was swearin' while walking down the stairs. Damn. So she said her hellos... then the party started. I made my rounds, saying hi to everyone. I met Noah's mom and sister... talked to my first cousins, other people... It was pleasant. Until I was rejected at the open bar. what the fuck kinda open bar is that? It's OK... I had plenty of 21+ people there, so it wasn't a problem. We ate dinner... hung out, danced a bit. Dora and Joelle showed up later. We grabbed some dinner then the grandkids delivered their speech. It was quick and painless I guess. Grandma seemed to like it, which I guess is all that really matters.

The Moose Bros. showed up a bit later. That's when the dance floor lit up. Tina, Chris and I tore it UP. A lot of us were dancing... Alex, Zady, Dora... hell, we got Noah to dance! That was fun stuff. The dance floor dissipated, which was kind of a buzzkill. I didn't let it kill my buzz though... Chris, Tina and I kept it goin' till like 2 in the mornin'. We were the only ones dancing. The DJs packed up and left... so Tina got a mini-boombox and we kept it goin'. We HARDCORE. We tore that floor up. I think I may have already said that. But hey, it's true...

Lara, I think you have a drinking problem. And the problem is that you are the worst drunk ever. I have a feeling that the next time you get drunk, you are going to get hurt. And it's not going to be from somebody else.

That's basically how it went down. But hey, isn't that what blogs are for?

Hmmm... Friday. What a day. I woke up and felt like shit. I went to work, still feelin' like shit. I didn't know why. I thought maybe I was hungover, but oh wait... I don't get hangovers.

I left work at around 2:15 to go pick up my grandma. I drove to her house and we left to go to Sammy's in Del Mar. She asked me if anything special was going on. I told her no... I was cooooool. She asked me if I could speak spanish. I told her that I was taking her to see her son from Michigan and his family. But of course, it was in Spanish.

So we showed up to Sammy's and who was waiting for us? Lara, Alex, their mom, my uncle Adel, his wife Diana, and their kids Chelsea, Nic and Kayla. Grace showed up with Talia and Olivia later on. Tom from Michigan came too. He's a swell guy.

I went home and slept. I almost fell asleep while driving back. I had to sing up a storm just to keep myself concious.

At night mum came and we went to the Stapley house for a Thanksgiving dinner. As Lara observed, 'What kind of a Thanksgiving dinner doesn't have mashed potatoes?"

Tonight is a party... party party party. Hope I don't get too wasted before my big speech. Or maybe I should... hmmmmmm.