assosis.

My friend Will's birthday party was yesterday. Drinks were had (not by me unfortunately) and laser tag was played. Drama ensued. Boys were drunk. Blunts were smoked. Women bitched. Counter-Strike names were screamed. Pizza was eaten. All in all, it was a pretty memorable night.

repeat chorus (x42)

God damn, dude. My love handles haven't been this predominant since I was about thirteen. I haven't had a legitimate workout (other than sex) in weeks. My little formation of abs is practically gone and looking in the mirror is not a good thing for me to do, more so now than ever. My excuse is that I've been busy, but really I'm not. I'm only working fourteen hours this week, I have no homework, nor any other obligatory tasks to complete (for the most part). I did finally go for a jog around the block like I used to do last night. I was so elated when I came home it was sad. Other than my crippling self-esteem, work is going fine. I've found a method to keeping my left lip piercing open, but it's only a matter of time before my co-workers notice. Until then, I'm happy. I went to the luncheon for my scholarship today held by Kawannis at (something) Mia's in downtown San Jose. I still speak in front of crowds terribly. I have a facial twitch and it was goin' off like a motherfucker. I was so embarrassed, but more so disappointed in myself for not being able to accomplish the simple feat of talking to a crowd of fifty plus people. It's not that bad.

Look, a giraffe.

bleep

It's been a while again. I haven't written in my blog or my journal, even though so many things have been happening to me personally lately. I know if I don't write it down, I'll more than likely forget about it, and I really don't want that to happen. I want to remember as much as I can, or forget it all and recall it again one day like I did with my LiveJournal blog. I printed out every entry months after I stopped using the account and assembled the pages together in a bundle. They're in my room, and I have every intention of doing it again. Although, with that blog, another LiveJournal blog (that I forgot the password and account name to), an actual material journal, and this current blog all being used or having had been used can cause a bit of jumble and confusion. I'm seriously contemplating making my actual private diary a typed out part of this blog, put on private so no one can read it. No one has ever read my actual diary either. Don't take it personally. I'm not good at writing for long periods of time, and seeing my handwriting lowers my self-esteem significantly. I also type 70+ WPM. I think I'll go through with that.

Here are random pictures.