What do you do to help someone that won't listen? Do you leave them alone to their own devices? Push 'em harder? You want to be a friend but sometimes a friend can't do it all. It bugs me that I want to help so badly but don't know how to even start. Caring is awesome, it also totally sucks.
Not many things of note. Slumdog Millionaire is an oscar-winning beast. My father correctly predicted ALL but one award. The media attempted to make something out of nothing with Jen and Angie. I broke my ps3 controller, ughhh--But I'm getting a tax return sooon!! yay! Buying an arcade stick!
Just writing a short blog to start the creative juices flowing, I have a Political Science essay to write.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Phone rings, door chimes, in comes company...
So the title very adequately summarizes the last two days of sunshine--I'll start on Friday.
So I am awoken at noonPM by a phone call from none other than the MightySP, and he is wondering if he can come visit my house today. I say of course, no big deal at all, and he tells me he is literally fifty feet from my house already. (So I really had no choice in the matter, hah! Good thing I was stoked to see him.) So I get up out of bed, throw on some sweats and open the door. BING BAM BOOM, SP comes storming on through, and suddenly the amount of awesome that fills my house is doubled--I have no idea if the structure is able to support this unheard of amount of awesomeness, so I ask SP if he wants to grab some lunch at Top Dog. (which is like one of my favorite places to eat btw, SOGOOD.) So we walk and chat about the various, see a super mario item block, (MUSHROOMSTHATMAKEYOUBIGPEOPLESFTMFW.) and basically just catch up on the way to lunch, 'cuz SP's been a ghost in the real world recently. So we get back to my house after lunch, play some Street Fighter, and then go to Lake Temescal. When we get to the lake, we have two options--the high road, or the low road. DUH, we take the high road, which leads to a higher, unbeaten trail, which FINALLY leads to a large water reservoir. We devise a make-shift zipline, and decide through rock paper scissors, which one of us is gonna SLIDE down the hill, through the lake, to the other side, to connect the cable--nahhfuggetit. So we both slide down the hill, and walk around the lake back to the entrance, and start heading back home. ONTHEWAYHOME, I see a wooden staircase leading up to the overpass--we GOTTA check that shit out. So we get to the top of this staircase and WHOOSH, cars are whizzing by us at the speed of cars! So sick, So we're sitting there amazed at the traffic, when SP looks up and a group of pigeons on a lamppost, doing the exact same thing--hahahha.
There are SO many people on freeways, and for a SPLIT second, you can clearly see what everyone is doing in their cars. It's kind of amazing how everyone is doing something just a LITTLE bit different from everyone else--from the way the hold the steering wheel, or how they're sitting, or whatever, it's just different.
AND HERE'S ANOTHER THING. If so many people have such awesome talents, why don't you see them on the street? I mean, if I could do a backflip, (which I can't by the way, but I'd love to learn how.) I'd be doing a backflip off of EVERYTHING and ANYTHING. Now, to some of you this may seem arrogant, but TELL me you wouldn't be stoked to see someone backflip on the street. I bet if you did you'd immediately be on your cellphone texting your best friend about how you just saw the SICKEST shit ever, yeahyeahyeah. Now SOME people might think this is crazypersonstuff, but when I hear music on the street I dance to it--damn near every time. Even if it's just like a little shuffle while I'm waiting for the stop light, or nodding my head in time, I'm still doing a little jig--I just have to. Is this craziness? NAHH, it means that I just LOVE dancing and flailing about--it' s like an insight to who I am, without ever speaking to me.
BAM HERE'S THE MIGHTYSP THOUGHT OF THE DAY.
Everyone likes talking about themselves. (Hellayeah, why do you think I write this blog?) But it is really hard for some to ask about others. I wonder.. 'cuz I know that I have a problem with just ASKING someone about themselves. REMINDERTOSELF: A sincere, "How are you doing today?" goes a long way (READ:POSITIVITY.)
SATURDAY. The GameStop Street Fighter IV tournament. Woke up, threw on some shirts, and donned my headband--game-fucking-time. I'm planning on showing no mercy, and my Ken and 'Gief will TROUNCE all foes--at least until SP gives me a call saying he's outside, HAH. I stand on my stoop and give my best 'BRING ON ALL FIGHTERS' pose, and SP comes walking up the street. My dad makes everyone pancakes (PAHNKO?PAHNKO?) and I skip the tourney in favor of going bouldering with Zoe and TheMighty. We get to Iron Works (the rockclimbing gym.) and WOMP WOMP, Zoe isn't allowed to boulder without having a consent form written by a legal guardian--which isn't me, apparently. (WHICHDOESN'TMAKESENSEBTW. I'm her brother, don't you think I'd be looking out for her safety? What a joke.) So anyways, I ask if she can hang around us while we climb, and the guy at the counter says it's fine, so long as she doesn't do any physical activity. So we head to a corner of the bouldering area, and climb around for a couple of hours. Zoe climbs anyway, cuz she's already in the gym, EVENTHOUGH, she didn't want to climb without a consent form written by my dad...
WAITWAITWAIT, get this. So Zoe wouldn't climb without a consent form filled out, BUT she wanted me to forge my dad's signature so that she could climb. SHE'S ALREADY IN THE GYM, and NO ONE cares that she's climbing. It's like she wants to break the law but won't break the law. whatthedeuce.
So we finish climbing, and head back to my car for an IMPROMPTU dance session. Dude SP is beast at floorwork, I gotta get to that level so we can really have a back and forth. So we dance for a while and then head back into the car to grab some grub. THIS HANDYMAN KEPT HONKING AT ME ON THE FREEWAY. Jeez. We head to subway, and the lady charges me for a footlong instead of two doublestacked six inchers--SWEET. We eat inside, and the lady politely asks the three of us if we can be careful not to make a mess, because she's closing up shop at five--nice ass lady. So we head home, play a little Afro Samurai, and then my whole family, with SP in tow, jumps into my car to head to Fisherman's Wharf to watch my Kuya Enrico's production of Company--A Musical by Stephen Sondheim. I drop SP off at the Ferry building and we get to the show, which was EXCELLENT btw. Enrico decided to have all the actors play their own instruments--it worked out very well. Bravo to you!
So that was the last two days in a nutshell, today is raining, so I doubt anything spectactular is going to happen to make me blog again. (THANKGOD, because I refuse to do two blogs on the same day.) The Oscars is today, so that's pretty cool, maybe I'll watch that...
FINAL NOTE.
"Operators RULE OF THUMB. Do not operate in the same clique, much less in the same friend group, and DEFINITELY NOT ON BEST FRIENDS."
So I am awoken at noonPM by a phone call from none other than the MightySP, and he is wondering if he can come visit my house today. I say of course, no big deal at all, and he tells me he is literally fifty feet from my house already. (So I really had no choice in the matter, hah! Good thing I was stoked to see him.) So I get up out of bed, throw on some sweats and open the door. BING BAM BOOM, SP comes storming on through, and suddenly the amount of awesome that fills my house is doubled--I have no idea if the structure is able to support this unheard of amount of awesomeness, so I ask SP if he wants to grab some lunch at Top Dog. (which is like one of my favorite places to eat btw, SOGOOD.) So we walk and chat about the various, see a super mario item block, (MUSHROOMSTHATMAKEYOUBIGPEOPLESFTMFW.) and basically just catch up on the way to lunch, 'cuz SP's been a ghost in the real world recently. So we get back to my house after lunch, play some Street Fighter, and then go to Lake Temescal. When we get to the lake, we have two options--the high road, or the low road. DUH, we take the high road, which leads to a higher, unbeaten trail, which FINALLY leads to a large water reservoir. We devise a make-shift zipline, and decide through rock paper scissors, which one of us is gonna SLIDE down the hill, through the lake, to the other side, to connect the cable--nahhfuggetit. So we both slide down the hill, and walk around the lake back to the entrance, and start heading back home. ONTHEWAYHOME, I see a wooden staircase leading up to the overpass--we GOTTA check that shit out. So we get to the top of this staircase and WHOOSH, cars are whizzing by us at the speed of cars! So sick, So we're sitting there amazed at the traffic, when SP looks up and a group of pigeons on a lamppost, doing the exact same thing--hahahha.
There are SO many people on freeways, and for a SPLIT second, you can clearly see what everyone is doing in their cars. It's kind of amazing how everyone is doing something just a LITTLE bit different from everyone else--from the way the hold the steering wheel, or how they're sitting, or whatever, it's just different.
AND HERE'S ANOTHER THING. If so many people have such awesome talents, why don't you see them on the street? I mean, if I could do a backflip, (which I can't by the way, but I'd love to learn how.) I'd be doing a backflip off of EVERYTHING and ANYTHING. Now, to some of you this may seem arrogant, but TELL me you wouldn't be stoked to see someone backflip on the street. I bet if you did you'd immediately be on your cellphone texting your best friend about how you just saw the SICKEST shit ever, yeahyeahyeah. Now SOME people might think this is crazypersonstuff, but when I hear music on the street I dance to it--damn near every time. Even if it's just like a little shuffle while I'm waiting for the stop light, or nodding my head in time, I'm still doing a little jig--I just have to. Is this craziness? NAHH, it means that I just LOVE dancing and flailing about--it' s like an insight to who I am, without ever speaking to me.
BAM HERE'S THE MIGHTYSP THOUGHT OF THE DAY.
Everyone likes talking about themselves. (Hellayeah, why do you think I write this blog?) But it is really hard for some to ask about others. I wonder.. 'cuz I know that I have a problem with just ASKING someone about themselves. REMINDERTOSELF: A sincere, "How are you doing today?" goes a long way (READ:POSITIVITY.)
SATURDAY. The GameStop Street Fighter IV tournament. Woke up, threw on some shirts, and donned my headband--game-fucking-time. I'm planning on showing no mercy, and my Ken and 'Gief will TROUNCE all foes--at least until SP gives me a call saying he's outside, HAH. I stand on my stoop and give my best 'BRING ON ALL FIGHTERS' pose, and SP comes walking up the street. My dad makes everyone pancakes (PAHNKO?PAHNKO?) and I skip the tourney in favor of going bouldering with Zoe and TheMighty. We get to Iron Works (the rockclimbing gym.) and WOMP WOMP, Zoe isn't allowed to boulder without having a consent form written by a legal guardian--which isn't me, apparently. (WHICHDOESN'TMAKESENSEBTW. I'm her brother, don't you think I'd be looking out for her safety? What a joke.) So anyways, I ask if she can hang around us while we climb, and the guy at the counter says it's fine, so long as she doesn't do any physical activity. So we head to a corner of the bouldering area, and climb around for a couple of hours. Zoe climbs anyway, cuz she's already in the gym, EVENTHOUGH, she didn't want to climb without a consent form written by my dad...
WAITWAITWAIT, get this. So Zoe wouldn't climb without a consent form filled out, BUT she wanted me to forge my dad's signature so that she could climb. SHE'S ALREADY IN THE GYM, and NO ONE cares that she's climbing. It's like she wants to break the law but won't break the law. whatthedeuce.
So we finish climbing, and head back to my car for an IMPROMPTU dance session. Dude SP is beast at floorwork, I gotta get to that level so we can really have a back and forth. So we dance for a while and then head back into the car to grab some grub. THIS HANDYMAN KEPT HONKING AT ME ON THE FREEWAY. Jeez. We head to subway, and the lady charges me for a footlong instead of two doublestacked six inchers--SWEET. We eat inside, and the lady politely asks the three of us if we can be careful not to make a mess, because she's closing up shop at five--nice ass lady. So we head home, play a little Afro Samurai, and then my whole family, with SP in tow, jumps into my car to head to Fisherman's Wharf to watch my Kuya Enrico's production of Company--A Musical by Stephen Sondheim. I drop SP off at the Ferry building and we get to the show, which was EXCELLENT btw. Enrico decided to have all the actors play their own instruments--it worked out very well. Bravo to you!
So that was the last two days in a nutshell, today is raining, so I doubt anything spectactular is going to happen to make me blog again. (THANKGOD, because I refuse to do two blogs on the same day.) The Oscars is today, so that's pretty cool, maybe I'll watch that...
FINAL NOTE.
"Operators RULE OF THUMB. Do not operate in the same clique, much less in the same friend group, and DEFINITELY NOT ON BEST FRIENDS."
Thursday, February 19, 2009
POSITIVITY is the name of the game.
Last night Este sent me an article from the New York Times about romance in our generation. It was titled, ALONE TOGETHER; The Unromantic Generation--real interesting read, I suggest you look it up. So anyways, he sent it to me last night and told me he'd call me up to discuss it in the eves. Moreonthislater.
So I read the article and it's got me thinking about how I've sort of been holding myself back on relationships because I'm not properly equipped to handle them. I dwell on the negatives of relationships--how they could go wrong, and I totally overlook how great they are when they're right! DON'TGETITTWISTED, I'm still LazySeize, opportunity must knock, but I'm ready to open the door when it does, or maybe I'll start knocking on a couple of doors, and see who wants to greet me hello.
SO THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT: Positivity.
Having a positive outlook not only creates opportunities, but promotes wellbeing. I want to try and bring positivity to as many people as possible--because who doesn't want to smile, or be cheered up?
SO BAM! Check this out.
I have this idea for an outing. It involves many friends, Union Square, Hershey's Kisses, and lots of smiles. Details when it happens.
AND ANOTHER ONE, except this one involves blow up smiley-face balls. (MIGHTYSP knows what I'm talking about, DAMN!)
More will follow, but I just want the time I spend with my friends to be really fun, something worth telling a story about--because you live, you experience, and then you die, and if you're lucky, someone remembers it.
SOTODAY. I couldn't sleep because of that article Este sent me, so I didn't actually get to sleep until like 5AM or something... At least I think I went to sleep, I have no idea. Licky Licky woke me up at 7:45, and Zoe calls me from upstairs telling me to get the eff up. (with less swearing, of course.) So I'm up, take a look at the mane, take a look out my window--and it's BRIGHT AND SHINY, brilliant. Throw a shirt on and some other clothes and Hop on BART. (Aoki this time, old, but I can't put new stuff on my phone right now, gofigure.) So I'm bouncing my way to school, when someone pats me on the head! I turn around to look and it was this woman who I had chatted with last semester in my geology class. She was super psyched to see me, even though I barely went to that class, so we chatted and walked before we both had to say goodbye and head to our respective buildings. I had a test in psychology, which went pretty well in my opinion, and afterwards a buddy from class, Alex, and I decided that it was too nice of a day to be spent cooped up, so we adventured to a coffee shop about five blocks down on Ocean and I grabbed myself a black bottom cupcake--HELLAGOODBTW. I had history next so I said goodbye to alex and walked back to campus. Drew a bunch of pictures in history, and headed to sociology--I missed the door, and ended up in the wrong classroom. I was confused for a split-second--I COULDN'T RECOGNIZE ANYONE, but then I realized what I had done, exclaimed, "I'm in the wrong class!" and headed out the door, and opened the door to my proper classroom. Someone saw me and chuckled, and I just said I missed the door, hahahah. SOCIOLOGYKILLEDME. My teacher has the most gutwrenching voice ever--you want to gouge your eyes out so you can use them as earplugs. So I text SP, Duncan, and MellyC while half-listening to him speak about socialization. SP dropped some MORE knowledge on me, hopefully you can read the the 'texty'ness of it:
"(On B-boying) Same here. I no longer have the desire to be some champion. Want to just enjoy it. In all honesty I really like doing the few moves I know. Of course I want to learn more. But I'm not on a deadline."
So anyways, It was much too nice to be cooped up in a classroom for three hours watching a movie, so I bailed halfway through and headed home. (Seeing Sounds on blast.) Get home, beat SF4 with a couple more characters, and then Zoe gets home, so we go to Top Dog for some lunch. Grab some lunch, play more SF4, text MellyC back and forth, and then take Zoe to ballet. Este finally calls me up around 10 or so and we chat about the article. (GOODTALK, I couldn't try to rewrite it even if I tried, but it was a good talk.) After I hang up the phone, I decided to write a blog...
So this is the name of the game, POSITIVITY, and I hope everyone makes sure that I keep this mentality in mind, 'cuz I know I may forget sometimes. Today was an awesome day, I love the sun--it's like I'm superman, or something.
So I read the article and it's got me thinking about how I've sort of been holding myself back on relationships because I'm not properly equipped to handle them. I dwell on the negatives of relationships--how they could go wrong, and I totally overlook how great they are when they're right! DON'TGETITTWISTED, I'm still LazySeize, opportunity must knock, but I'm ready to open the door when it does, or maybe I'll start knocking on a couple of doors, and see who wants to greet me hello.
SO THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT: Positivity.
Having a positive outlook not only creates opportunities, but promotes wellbeing. I want to try and bring positivity to as many people as possible--because who doesn't want to smile, or be cheered up?
SO BAM! Check this out.
I have this idea for an outing. It involves many friends, Union Square, Hershey's Kisses, and lots of smiles. Details when it happens.
AND ANOTHER ONE, except this one involves blow up smiley-face balls. (MIGHTYSP knows what I'm talking about, DAMN!)
More will follow, but I just want the time I spend with my friends to be really fun, something worth telling a story about--because you live, you experience, and then you die, and if you're lucky, someone remembers it.
SOTODAY. I couldn't sleep because of that article Este sent me, so I didn't actually get to sleep until like 5AM or something... At least I think I went to sleep, I have no idea. Licky Licky woke me up at 7:45, and Zoe calls me from upstairs telling me to get the eff up. (with less swearing, of course.) So I'm up, take a look at the mane, take a look out my window--and it's BRIGHT AND SHINY, brilliant. Throw a shirt on and some other clothes and Hop on BART. (Aoki this time, old, but I can't put new stuff on my phone right now, gofigure.) So I'm bouncing my way to school, when someone pats me on the head! I turn around to look and it was this woman who I had chatted with last semester in my geology class. She was super psyched to see me, even though I barely went to that class, so we chatted and walked before we both had to say goodbye and head to our respective buildings. I had a test in psychology, which went pretty well in my opinion, and afterwards a buddy from class, Alex, and I decided that it was too nice of a day to be spent cooped up, so we adventured to a coffee shop about five blocks down on Ocean and I grabbed myself a black bottom cupcake--HELLAGOODBTW. I had history next so I said goodbye to alex and walked back to campus. Drew a bunch of pictures in history, and headed to sociology--I missed the door, and ended up in the wrong classroom. I was confused for a split-second--I COULDN'T RECOGNIZE ANYONE, but then I realized what I had done, exclaimed, "I'm in the wrong class!" and headed out the door, and opened the door to my proper classroom. Someone saw me and chuckled, and I just said I missed the door, hahahah. SOCIOLOGYKILLEDME. My teacher has the most gutwrenching voice ever--you want to gouge your eyes out so you can use them as earplugs. So I text SP, Duncan, and MellyC while half-listening to him speak about socialization. SP dropped some MORE knowledge on me, hopefully you can read the the 'texty'ness of it:
"(On B-boying) Same here. I no longer have the desire to be some champion. Want to just enjoy it. In all honesty I really like doing the few moves I know. Of course I want to learn more. But I'm not on a deadline."
So anyways, It was much too nice to be cooped up in a classroom for three hours watching a movie, so I bailed halfway through and headed home. (Seeing Sounds on blast.) Get home, beat SF4 with a couple more characters, and then Zoe gets home, so we go to Top Dog for some lunch. Grab some lunch, play more SF4, text MellyC back and forth, and then take Zoe to ballet. Este finally calls me up around 10 or so and we chat about the article. (GOODTALK, I couldn't try to rewrite it even if I tried, but it was a good talk.) After I hang up the phone, I decided to write a blog...
So this is the name of the game, POSITIVITY, and I hope everyone makes sure that I keep this mentality in mind, 'cuz I know I may forget sometimes. Today was an awesome day, I love the sun--it's like I'm superman, or something.
Quarter circle forward, Quarter circle backward...
HADOUKEN!
So on Tuesday I FINALLY got my hands on STREETFIGHTERIV (Collector's edition y'all, with the Ryu figure AND red headband, SO boss.) and after salivating over it for YEARS, (Seriously, the teaser trailer debuted in what, 2007? Christ.) I finally was able to really get my hands on it--the little playtime I had last Wednesday at GamePro only furthered my enthusiasm for obtaining it. The new gameplay mechanics are ridiculous, I mean seriously! ONE MOVE (the focus attack) allows you to parry, cancel specials, attack through blocks... WOW. It's pretty hard to really use properly, I've sort of been throwing it out for novelty until I really get the hang of it, but it's super cool. I like how they brought Street Fighter back to basics--A tactical fighter. As much of a fan I was of III, this one really shines. The animation is great too, the character's make facial expressions, and their mouths move when they talk--it's amazing what technological leaps can be made in the span of 20 years (2009 marks the 20th anniversary of the Street Fighter franchise btw.).
...So I've really been overanalyzing my friends lately (read: talking shit). Ugh, why do I do that? I have this strong tendency to look really hard at people's faults, despite knowing how good their positives are. Usually it doesn't hold me back, but recently I had been really upset. I thought I was upset with my friends for their shortcomings, but honestly, I've just been an elitist. FORTHERECORD, my friends are FUCKINGAWESOMEinboldassletters, and I think that is why I am so hard on them. If they're so awesome, why do they have faults? Awesome people shouldn't have faults! (this is completely false btw, everyone has faults, especially me, and I'm the most awesome person in the world, don't get it twisted.) But y'know what? Fuckit, at the end of the day, there is a reason why I call them my friends, cuz we're all Some Savs--SLAPSLAPSALUTWOZSZH.
SOYEAH. Duncan woke me up this morning cuz he couldn't get a copy of STREETFIGHTERIV, (SUCKAH! Shoulda preordered it you beezy!) so I unlocked a couple characters and played some online matches while talking to him on the phone about how to locate one. He ended up being shit outta luck and upset, I told him to play some III to tide himself over, and he said "FUGGYOU YOU'RE ONLY SAYING THAT CUZ YOU'RE PLAYING IV RIGHT NOW." Bastage. We talked a little more while I played more matches and then he had to go and see his cousin. I went upstairs to find my dad working from home, and writing his 25 random things note for Facebook. HAH. My dad's 25 random things must've been the most carefully crafted note I had ever seen on Facebook, it's literary gold, seriously. My sister came home, we played SOME MORE STREET FIGHTER, grabbed some chow mein for lunch, and then she and my dad left to the city for her orthodontist appointment. I hopped on AIM and chatted with MellyC about all sorts of random stuff, and then I got my bag ready for class. Gathered everything up, hopped on BART (4watt podcast on BLAST, before I switched it to my birthday essential mix by Crookers--SAV.) and went to my Anthropology class. MightySP texted me saying his computer ate his paper, man I HATE when that happens--"A pen and a pad will never erase your work." true ass statement SP.
So Anthropology DRAGGED on, as it normally does. I hopped on AIM on mephone and MellyC chatted me up some more--made class go by hella faster. Drew some pictures, got our take-home test, and bounced my way back home. (Kaskade's Guestmix on Matt Darey's radioshow.) When I got off BART I threw on Walter Meego's "Through a Keyhole", remixed by Le Castle Vania, and danced my way all the way down the street 'til I got to my house. Said hello to my dad, ate some dinner, and BACK ON STREET FIGHTER I WENT. Duncan gave me a call (or did I call Duncan? Hmmm...) and I played some more online matches. While I was talking to him I COULD NOT LOSE. It was ridiculous. When he hung up I lost a couple, then won a bunch more, and then I noticed my cousin Tam-Tam online. Turns out, HE HAS STREETFIGHTER TOO! I threw him a match invite and we bashed each other's faces in for a while. (His Ryu, my Ken.) When we finished, I told him he could get his buttwhupped some more tomorrow, and then I hopped on Zoe's computer, turned on AIM, and decided to write a blog...
NOT A LOT HAPPENED THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS. Street Fighter will be taking over my life for quite some time, hahahahah. Maybe I'll go to Davis this weekend with PNC+Some Savs, gotta ask my folks first.
//.End. Slap. Slap. SALUTWOZSZH!
So on Tuesday I FINALLY got my hands on STREETFIGHTERIV (Collector's edition y'all, with the Ryu figure AND red headband, SO boss.) and after salivating over it for YEARS, (Seriously, the teaser trailer debuted in what, 2007? Christ.) I finally was able to really get my hands on it--the little playtime I had last Wednesday at GamePro only furthered my enthusiasm for obtaining it. The new gameplay mechanics are ridiculous, I mean seriously! ONE MOVE (the focus attack) allows you to parry, cancel specials, attack through blocks... WOW. It's pretty hard to really use properly, I've sort of been throwing it out for novelty until I really get the hang of it, but it's super cool. I like how they brought Street Fighter back to basics--A tactical fighter. As much of a fan I was of III, this one really shines. The animation is great too, the character's make facial expressions, and their mouths move when they talk--it's amazing what technological leaps can be made in the span of 20 years (2009 marks the 20th anniversary of the Street Fighter franchise btw.).
...So I've really been overanalyzing my friends lately (read: talking shit). Ugh, why do I do that? I have this strong tendency to look really hard at people's faults, despite knowing how good their positives are. Usually it doesn't hold me back, but recently I had been really upset. I thought I was upset with my friends for their shortcomings, but honestly, I've just been an elitist. FORTHERECORD, my friends are FUCKINGAWESOMEinboldassletters, and I think that is why I am so hard on them. If they're so awesome, why do they have faults? Awesome people shouldn't have faults! (this is completely false btw, everyone has faults, especially me, and I'm the most awesome person in the world, don't get it twisted.) But y'know what? Fuckit, at the end of the day, there is a reason why I call them my friends, cuz we're all Some Savs--SLAPSLAPSALUTWOZSZH.
SOYEAH. Duncan woke me up this morning cuz he couldn't get a copy of STREETFIGHTERIV, (SUCKAH! Shoulda preordered it you beezy!) so I unlocked a couple characters and played some online matches while talking to him on the phone about how to locate one. He ended up being shit outta luck and upset, I told him to play some III to tide himself over, and he said "FUGGYOU YOU'RE ONLY SAYING THAT CUZ YOU'RE PLAYING IV RIGHT NOW." Bastage. We talked a little more while I played more matches and then he had to go and see his cousin. I went upstairs to find my dad working from home, and writing his 25 random things note for Facebook. HAH. My dad's 25 random things must've been the most carefully crafted note I had ever seen on Facebook, it's literary gold, seriously. My sister came home, we played SOME MORE STREET FIGHTER, grabbed some chow mein for lunch, and then she and my dad left to the city for her orthodontist appointment. I hopped on AIM and chatted with MellyC about all sorts of random stuff, and then I got my bag ready for class. Gathered everything up, hopped on BART (4watt podcast on BLAST, before I switched it to my birthday essential mix by Crookers--SAV.) and went to my Anthropology class. MightySP texted me saying his computer ate his paper, man I HATE when that happens--"A pen and a pad will never erase your work." true ass statement SP.
So Anthropology DRAGGED on, as it normally does. I hopped on AIM on mephone and MellyC chatted me up some more--made class go by hella faster. Drew some pictures, got our take-home test, and bounced my way back home. (Kaskade's Guestmix on Matt Darey's radioshow.) When I got off BART I threw on Walter Meego's "Through a Keyhole", remixed by Le Castle Vania, and danced my way all the way down the street 'til I got to my house. Said hello to my dad, ate some dinner, and BACK ON STREET FIGHTER I WENT. Duncan gave me a call (or did I call Duncan? Hmmm...) and I played some more online matches. While I was talking to him I COULD NOT LOSE. It was ridiculous. When he hung up I lost a couple, then won a bunch more, and then I noticed my cousin Tam-Tam online. Turns out, HE HAS STREETFIGHTER TOO! I threw him a match invite and we bashed each other's faces in for a while. (His Ryu, my Ken.) When we finished, I told him he could get his buttwhupped some more tomorrow, and then I hopped on Zoe's computer, turned on AIM, and decided to write a blog...
NOT A LOT HAPPENED THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS. Street Fighter will be taking over my life for quite some time, hahahahah. Maybe I'll go to Davis this weekend with PNC+Some Savs, gotta ask my folks first.
//.End. Slap. Slap. SALUTWOZSZH!
Monday, February 16, 2009
The wait is literally killing me.
This weekend was spent staying awake for 48 hours, and sleeping for 48 hours. Jesus Christ thank goodness it'll all be over...
STREET FIGHTER IV WILL BE MINE.
STREET FIGHTER IV WILL BE MINE.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
LMFAO, rocks the beat and they rock the show!
OH, WOW WHAT A RIDICULOUS TWO DAYS.
So Thursday's classes went pretty well. I feel pretty confident on the material in Psychology--it all makes sense... Maybe because Woodard taught it to me so well in High School... Anyways, my problems in school mainly lie in anthropology, but I think I can manage it... ( I REALLY GOTTA OPEN UP THAT BOOK, Christ.) And Political Science is just fun--I drew this BOMB ASS Character in that class, hahahaha. I had a Sociology test that I had forgotten about, but it was cake. SOAFTER, I get back home, take Zoe to ballet, blah blah blah, and then BACK INTO THE CITAYY cuz Sam was leaving Friday for Spain. So I get into the city and buy myself a FAT ASS PURPLE ROCKSTAR, bounce my way to the bus stop, and meet up with Cameron on Fillmore...
OHBTW. It was RAINY AS SHIT. Like not fun rainy, ughh. OHH but me and Cameron saw a naked couple walking down the street in the rain! HAHA, mann that was so freaking random...
So we get to Sam's house and throw down on some NBA 2k9. Cameron whupped my ASS the first game, but I almost won in the fourth, and then he RAINED on Sam with Lebron. hahahah. So we chill at Sam's until like two, and then walk to Cameron's house in the POURING ASS RAIN and play some Afro Samurai. Oh oh! I asked the guy at the gas station to grab me a pack of stoges at random, and he gave me Winstons... DO I LOOK LIKE I'M 50?!
Friday morning I head to Duncan's. I was supposed to go to Pier 39 with Spencer but mehh, you know how it is. Go to Duncan's, WAKE THAT FOOL UP, and play some Street Fighter (I still reign supreme btw--more on this later. teeehee.). Then I grab myself a burrito from Gordo's, eatit, play some more Street Fighter, and then I gotta bounce back home and take my sister to ballet. When I get home, my dad asks me to buy Gordo's for dinner.. HAHA, BURRITOS AGAIN! So I have a beef taco for dinner, cuz I had already eaten a beef burrito like an hour before, spend a little time with the family, and BACK TO BART, headphone-less, to go into the city for BLOW UP FRIDAY. (Ohhellayeah.) Meet up with Cameron on fillmore, and he wants to head to Duncan's to get a burrito FROM GORDO's That's right, I went to Gordo's THREE TIMES. Christ. So he gets his burrito and we get to Duncan's and his mom, MellyC, and Bourcy (DUDE HE TOLD ME HOW TO SPELL IT FINALLY.) are there, and they're ready to leave RIGHT THAT SECOND. So Cameron ends up tagging along with us, and we head to blow up. MellyC and MiggySEIZE pop locked and dropped it on thee wayy there, and Duncan and Bource are drunk as shit in the back, hahahah...
THE LINE WAS PACKED. Jesus, we waited there for like an hour. Hella fun ass line though, everyone was all happy and talkative, it was goodish. David meets up with us in line, and Cameron decides to bounce. (mybad dude.) OHOH, this chick wanted to play slide with me while we were in line, and we played for like 20 minutes, (I whupped her ass btw, girl can't count.) anyways, she's like, "Ohso I want you to have my number can I see your phone?" I'm like uhhh okay, and she jots it down, (RENAMEDCLUBBITCHBTW. HAHAHA.) and I get my ass inside Rickshaw Stop and it's FUGGIN' PACKED. DOPE ASS TUNES ALL AROUND, thank you so much jefferey PARADISE and Ava Berlin! After losing our minds on the dancefloor, we head back to Duncan's to chill, and I whup his ass in some more Street Fighter. (I won MELLYC btw, HAHAHAH.) anddd then you know the drill. teehee. In the morning I hopped back on the bus, BARTED my way home, and decided to write a blog.
Today is my cousin Kirsten's birfday, and I will be spending it with her in Vallejo. PEACENUKKAHS.
So Thursday's classes went pretty well. I feel pretty confident on the material in Psychology--it all makes sense... Maybe because Woodard taught it to me so well in High School... Anyways, my problems in school mainly lie in anthropology, but I think I can manage it... ( I REALLY GOTTA OPEN UP THAT BOOK, Christ.) And Political Science is just fun--I drew this BOMB ASS Character in that class, hahahaha. I had a Sociology test that I had forgotten about, but it was cake. SOAFTER, I get back home, take Zoe to ballet, blah blah blah, and then BACK INTO THE CITAYY cuz Sam was leaving Friday for Spain. So I get into the city and buy myself a FAT ASS PURPLE ROCKSTAR, bounce my way to the bus stop, and meet up with Cameron on Fillmore...
OHBTW. It was RAINY AS SHIT. Like not fun rainy, ughh. OHH but me and Cameron saw a naked couple walking down the street in the rain! HAHA, mann that was so freaking random...
So we get to Sam's house and throw down on some NBA 2k9. Cameron whupped my ASS the first game, but I almost won in the fourth, and then he RAINED on Sam with Lebron. hahahah. So we chill at Sam's until like two, and then walk to Cameron's house in the POURING ASS RAIN and play some Afro Samurai. Oh oh! I asked the guy at the gas station to grab me a pack of stoges at random, and he gave me Winstons... DO I LOOK LIKE I'M 50?!
Friday morning I head to Duncan's. I was supposed to go to Pier 39 with Spencer but mehh, you know how it is. Go to Duncan's, WAKE THAT FOOL UP, and play some Street Fighter (I still reign supreme btw--more on this later. teeehee.). Then I grab myself a burrito from Gordo's, eatit, play some more Street Fighter, and then I gotta bounce back home and take my sister to ballet. When I get home, my dad asks me to buy Gordo's for dinner.. HAHA, BURRITOS AGAIN! So I have a beef taco for dinner, cuz I had already eaten a beef burrito like an hour before, spend a little time with the family, and BACK TO BART, headphone-less, to go into the city for BLOW UP FRIDAY. (Ohhellayeah.) Meet up with Cameron on fillmore, and he wants to head to Duncan's to get a burrito FROM GORDO's That's right, I went to Gordo's THREE TIMES. Christ. So he gets his burrito and we get to Duncan's and his mom, MellyC, and Bourcy (DUDE HE TOLD ME HOW TO SPELL IT FINALLY.) are there, and they're ready to leave RIGHT THAT SECOND. So Cameron ends up tagging along with us, and we head to blow up. MellyC and MiggySEIZE pop locked and dropped it on thee wayy there, and Duncan and Bource are drunk as shit in the back, hahahah...
THE LINE WAS PACKED. Jesus, we waited there for like an hour. Hella fun ass line though, everyone was all happy and talkative, it was goodish. David meets up with us in line, and Cameron decides to bounce. (mybad dude.) OHOH, this chick wanted to play slide with me while we were in line, and we played for like 20 minutes, (I whupped her ass btw, girl can't count.) anyways, she's like, "Ohso I want you to have my number can I see your phone?" I'm like uhhh okay, and she jots it down, (RENAMEDCLUBBITCHBTW. HAHAHA.) and I get my ass inside Rickshaw Stop and it's FUGGIN' PACKED. DOPE ASS TUNES ALL AROUND, thank you so much jefferey PARADISE and Ava Berlin! After losing our minds on the dancefloor, we head back to Duncan's to chill, and I whup his ass in some more Street Fighter. (I won MELLYC btw, HAHAHAH.) anddd then you know the drill. teehee. In the morning I hopped back on the bus, BARTED my way home, and decided to write a blog.
Today is my cousin Kirsten's birfday, and I will be spending it with her in Vallejo. PEACENUKKAHS.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
DUDE I PLAYED STREETFIGHTERIV.
SO NOTHING ELSE REALLY MATTERS IN THIS POST, BUT I PLAYED STREET FIGHTER IV TODAY AT GAMEPRO'S OFFICE. OH, AND KEN WHUPS ON RYU, DUNCAN KNOWS.
SEIZE, OUT.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
But I'm a human, not a sandwich.
BLOGWORLD! What is very very good?
So I had a pretty eye-opening conversation with Este 'til like 2AM about music, life, and the "Essence of SEIZE"--real deep shit. Peep some swaggg this summer, it'll be some bomb shit...
SOYEAH! Despite sleeping at like 3AM, I was still able to get up at 7:45 for class. My alarm is bomb, btw.
L-I-LICKY-C-K-LICKY-Y.
L-LICKY-I-C-LICKY-K-Y.
Who wouldn't wake up to that shit? SO ANYWAYS, I didn't have any Purple Rockstars in my fridge, so I made my ass some coffee, threw some clothes and a peacoat on, grabbed my cans and off to the races I went! Booka Shade started out my BART trip--BOMB shit by the way, I suggest you grab yourself summa dat tune-age...
So we went over how different drugs affect the neurotransmitters in the brain in Psych class, and Classical Liberalism in Political Science class. BOUNCE OUT to some Matt Darey in my eardrums, and shimmy-shake my way to BART again. I get home and my Pops is there--he decided to work from home. I say hello and he starts playing with this new infrared filter he's got for his camera--naturally, he needs a subject for his photogs. We shoot some shots, and he gets back to his computer, I grab myself a smoke, throw on some skate, and wait for my sister so I can grab some lunch...
OH OH! My dad's computer broke. Something about a virus. He's pissed. Join the crowd.
...So my sister gets home, looking hella scrub after her traumatizing experience at school, and we hop in the car to grab some Top Dog. See some SCRUB looking kids walking down the block...
OH BTW. WTF is up with bringing back the ugly ass 80's style. There's a reason why no one dresses like that anymore--it's fugged up. Seriously, some kids look like a Crayola box DISASTER. Coo if you dig that steez though, it ain't really my cuppa' joe, but if you rock it like that, HOPEFULLY it's because YOU THINK IT'S COOL, and someone else didn't trick you into thinking so... //.RANTOVER.
... So we grab some Top Dog, and the chick working there has BOMBPURPLEHAIR. I'm in love with that chick, btw--don't ask me why. Anyways, I'm inspired--I gotta dye my hair purple again. We grab the dogs, and I throw on some LE CASTLE VANIA driving music--HELLAYEAH. Bash my way down Broadway, and Zoe gets ready for ballet. Take her there, play some more Skate2, watch some Friends, order a pizza, and pick Zoe up. After pizza, she dyes my hair, I chat it up with MellyC and PurpleJays, and decide to write a blog...
THERE WE ARE! I listened to a buncha different tunes today, here we go!
Booka Shade's Dance department mix.
Matt Darey's Nocturnal mix.
Kaskade's Nocturnal GUESTMIX.
Rave is King, Through a Keyhole, Black Eyes, and Go Back--Remix'd by Le Castle Vania.
I am NOT a WHORE, I'M IN MIAMI BITCH, and Love Lockdown Remix'd by LMFAO.
"They say I look yummy and they want a taste/ But I'm a human not a sandwich."
ENJOY! Slap. Slap. SALUTWOZSZH.
So I had a pretty eye-opening conversation with Este 'til like 2AM about music, life, and the "Essence of SEIZE"--real deep shit. Peep some swaggg this summer, it'll be some bomb shit...
SOYEAH! Despite sleeping at like 3AM, I was still able to get up at 7:45 for class. My alarm is bomb, btw.
L-I-LICKY-C-K-LICKY-Y.
L-LICKY-I-C-LICKY-K-Y.
Who wouldn't wake up to that shit? SO ANYWAYS, I didn't have any Purple Rockstars in my fridge, so I made my ass some coffee, threw some clothes and a peacoat on, grabbed my cans and off to the races I went! Booka Shade started out my BART trip--BOMB shit by the way, I suggest you grab yourself summa dat tune-age...
So we went over how different drugs affect the neurotransmitters in the brain in Psych class, and Classical Liberalism in Political Science class. BOUNCE OUT to some Matt Darey in my eardrums, and shimmy-shake my way to BART again. I get home and my Pops is there--he decided to work from home. I say hello and he starts playing with this new infrared filter he's got for his camera--naturally, he needs a subject for his photogs. We shoot some shots, and he gets back to his computer, I grab myself a smoke, throw on some skate, and wait for my sister so I can grab some lunch...
OH OH! My dad's computer broke. Something about a virus. He's pissed. Join the crowd.
...So my sister gets home, looking hella scrub after her traumatizing experience at school, and we hop in the car to grab some Top Dog. See some SCRUB looking kids walking down the block...
OH BTW. WTF is up with bringing back the ugly ass 80's style. There's a reason why no one dresses like that anymore--it's fugged up. Seriously, some kids look like a Crayola box DISASTER. Coo if you dig that steez though, it ain't really my cuppa' joe, but if you rock it like that, HOPEFULLY it's because YOU THINK IT'S COOL, and someone else didn't trick you into thinking so... //.RANTOVER.
... So we grab some Top Dog, and the chick working there has BOMBPURPLEHAIR. I'm in love with that chick, btw--don't ask me why. Anyways, I'm inspired--I gotta dye my hair purple again. We grab the dogs, and I throw on some LE CASTLE VANIA driving music--HELLAYEAH. Bash my way down Broadway, and Zoe gets ready for ballet. Take her there, play some more Skate2, watch some Friends, order a pizza, and pick Zoe up. After pizza, she dyes my hair, I chat it up with MellyC and PurpleJays, and decide to write a blog...
THERE WE ARE! I listened to a buncha different tunes today, here we go!
Booka Shade's Dance department mix.
Matt Darey's Nocturnal mix.
Kaskade's Nocturnal GUESTMIX.
Rave is King, Through a Keyhole, Black Eyes, and Go Back--Remix'd by Le Castle Vania.
I am NOT a WHORE, I'M IN MIAMI BITCH, and Love Lockdown Remix'd by LMFAO.
"They say I look yummy and they want a taste/ But I'm a human not a sandwich."
ENJOY! Slap. Slap. SALUTWOZSZH.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Number One. February 9, 2009
RANDOM ASS DAY TO START A BLOG.
So, I wake up at TWOPM to see that there are like, fifty missed thingies on my phone--OhhHELLO! None of 'em ended up mattering, so that's all for naught. Called up my buddy Duncan to see if he had gotten back from Las Vegas, and to see how hungover he was--HAHAH. Bunch of stories were told, I made a pizza, and we said goodbye--after I told him I'd be stopping by for some Street Fighter III practice (SRKSRK). ..
OHOH! Jeremy Jules thinks he can take me in some STREETFIGHTERIV. woooow, I'm about to take that fool's money... Ridiculous...
So Zoe finally gets home, with Sophia in tow, and she's FLIPPIN' OUT. So I grab a smoke, and she tells me how she almost got robbed for her scarf. Then she goes on and on and on about how she doesn't wanna dress nice anymore (EPIC FAIL, if you ask me) and how traumatizing it was. I instill my words of wisdom (streetsense level up?) and the two of them start going back and forth about what happened during the day. They grab themselves some Cup Noodles, and I head downstairs for a little Skate 2 sesh...
Skate 2 annoys the FUCK outta me sometimes. I can sit there for HOURS trying to finish lines, and sometimes I just can't do 'em that day--JESUS. Anyways, so I'm trying to grind on this rainbow rail and tech the beetch out, when I get frustrated and turn it off. Instead, I decide to throw on some JSR tunes and vibe out a little bit. A little bit of tech later (steps, swipes, mehhh..) I get my bag ready and take my sister to her TKD. Drop her off, and chat with Lester and Tina, then I'm on my way to Duncan's for some Street Fighter. As I head out of the gym, some bigass dude is bumpin' slaps in his truck, so I do a little dance and this dude gives me a dap. HAHA. I throw on some Lil' Scrappy, and bash my way down to 25th Ave. I hit Duncan's house, give him fatty daps, converse a little more about his trip, and we throw down on some SF. 13 wins later, I gotta say goodbye, and I bash my way down 19th to pick Zoe up again. Pick her up, we grab some McD's and throw on some 94.9--WHERE THEY'RE PLAYING CLUB MUSIC. DANCE DANCE DANCE my way down the freeway, and I get home, and decide to start a blog.
HELLOBLOGWORLD. My name is Miggy Seize, and I have BIG ASS HAIR.
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