dolla dolla bill y'all / Lenin revisited

so i just sold my bike frame on craiglist. i got like eleventy billion emails, you know cus small frames are hard to find. so basically i had kids swinging from my nuts cus i priced it at 35 bones; basically a fucking steal. i meet up with this girl Sara in Sylmar to sell her the frame and i drive back home, stoked that i made some cash and that this stupid responding to emails ordeal is over (i mass emailed everyone before i left, telling them that the frame is spoken for). i come home to find this in my inbox:

yeah fuck you too, guy. im not gonna lie though, this made me laugh.

the rest of my day was spent packing for Sound and Fury. Alex let me borrow his Chrome bag for the weekend. i really like it, i might have to snag one. Hahah, Alex has vertigo, i know it sucks, but god it's funny to watch. and so goes the waiting game. i can't really afford to go to all three days, so i'm just gonna go for the last two days. day two, im kinda into, i just wanna see GU!. day three is full of some awesome bangers like Pressure, Lewd Acts, Alpha/Omega, Sinking Ships, etc. this is where i'll be all weekend, hopefully camping; tyler, you gotta get at me.



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something i just remembered:
the guy Lenin, two posts ago, he worked on the Gates surrounding Jonathan Davis' house, you know, the singer of Korn. Lenin described the rock star as being "the son of the devil". another cool thing about Lenin, his wife is the artist who started the chalk festival here in Valencia.

lesson of the day: people are fucking cool, talk to them

i don't feel good

i miss everyone. it used to be that whenever i was feeling like an emotional wreck, i would call up my friends and they would make me feel better. that's out the window, though, because all my favorite people have moved away or we somehow drifted apart. i know i could always search them out and get a hold of them but that would take a long time and by then, i'd would have buried myself into an even deeper hole. i miss how it used to be. the people in my life now, they can't help like my old freinds; they're either too young to understand or don't understand at all. the rest will just give me a "yeah man that sucks," or a "i know man." shut the fuck up! you dont know where i'm coming from! get out of here.

on the outside, i would be making fun of kids who do nothing but talk about old times. i would be telling them to "grow the fuck up". i know i'm being a total hypocrite but it's true, i miss how it was two years ago. today i think i reached the numb feeling. not like the numb feeling that druggies get, i don't even know that feeling. i was sitting in a chair while my friend was on my computer and i couldn't think of anything anything that i wanted to do that would get make me happy; furthermore, i couldn't think of anything that would make me sad. Sound and Fury is this weekend but i don't even know if i'm going, so im not too stoked on it. if i don't end up going, what will i do with all of this money i've saved up? i could buy something for myself, but i don't know what that would be; i wouldn't really be happy, you know?

if you didn't know, im in a deep hole with school. i have really bad grades and i end up lying to my dad about it. he finds out and then i get bummed because im being a horrible person. i try, i honestly do. i've come to the conclusion that i have the worst luck ever. hell, i shouldn't blame it on luck, this is all on me...fuck!

things like this just totally justify the saying: your born alone. you'll die alone. im trying not to turn into the fucked up emotional wreck who'll be the next episode of Intervention (if you read this, please don't think i'm going to kill myself, haha. i know this is some depressing shit but this is just me whinnying). what can you do though? guess i do what i always do, tell myself "thats life" and trudge on with my head up.

yeah dude, fuck communism

Fuuuck today was cool. I woke up early to get help out at Alex’s swap meet sale. It was nice when we got there, there was am fog for a good two hours, and then it got hot and dreadful…oh god, was it dreadful. Alex was selling shit to buy a moped so that he can travel to Georgia to be with the love of his life, it was a good story but it changed with every customer.
So for six hours, we were just chillin hard, cranking out the jams, and selling stuff. There were a lot of cool clothes, stuff like sunglasses, cameras, general knick knacks, art books, and a playstation that for the life of it would not be sold. Our neighbor to the left was really cool; he was like a city guy mixed in with a red neck. He made some cool jokes and helped us out a bunch, plus he put up with our obnoxious loud music. He was selling army clothes, movies, and some giant safes. Our neighbor to the right was this Mexican family selling clothes. Their kids were way fun to joke around with. There was this little girl who seemed really shy; by the end of the day, she bought some fly American Apparel jeans. Boys are soo gonna be all over her. The little boy was cool cus he would just walk around our lot and look at things and I would just smile at him. At the end of the day, I snuck him Tetris for gameboy, he was stoked.
Right as we started unloading, homeboys swarmed all over once the six or so Lego sets hit the floor, it was wild. This dude bought all of them for a hundred and twenty bucks. (Funny story about how Alex acquired so many Lego sets: I guess a relative of his was in the war and was so fucked up when he got back. To help with his PTSD, he bought hundreds of Lego sets. He ended up leaving his wife, the rest is history). So yeah, the day started out looking really good. Haha, in the first couple of hours, I ran into my cousin who, by sheer coincidence, happened to be in the area. Other familiar faces came by, like Guillermo (I love how every time I see him, nowadays, it’s totally random, Chelsea Moyeda and her guy friend, Shane, Kenny Butler, and some kids from high school that I didn’t remember. This guy was cool, his name is Lennin and he can fucking shred on guitar. He played us some mariachi music then proceeded to blow my fucking mind when he played House of the Rising Sun. Shit was dope. He also schooled us in some philosophical shit. So stoke that he bought those loafers.
In the end we sold up to four hundred plus dollars worth of stuff.
When we left, Alex bought me Starbucks and I bought him smokes. We went to my house and chilled for a bit then I dropped him and the remaining stuff off at his house. I came out with this rad early Stussy hat, a wild tank top that exudes awesome, and two star wars games for SNES. Today was a good as fuck day.
The downside of today: my dad is being a prick and Jon is getting more and more awkward. Fuck that guy. I’m heading out for some Chinese.

this was too funny




TOP 5
1. Sound and Fury 2008
2. Raspberry tea cookies
3. Having only one class
4. Friends being awesome
5. Summer attire

TOP 5 OF SUCK
1. Sound and Fury funds are kind of low
2. Sill haven’t got my records/ shirts in the mail
3. My dad being a cock muncher
4. Miss the old friends
5. I need new clothes