Sunday, September 04, 2005

B I G N E W S!

I will switch my sevice to livejournal today. so look there for posts!

just got death cab for cuie album, journey (don't stop believin'), and Late Registration for kanye

Saturday, September 03, 2005

1st date, new CD and book

so today I saw skeleton key with Ivy. It was great (the date, not the movie) exept I faced the average guy dillema- I had nothing interesting to say. So i just started saying the randomest crap, and we were sitting arouund for like an hour and a half waiting for her mom to pick us up, and I was rambling.
I also got this awesome graffiti book with super cool pieces in it. And I got the streeetlight manifesto album (downloading it as I write this)
I was inspired by my book and drew this---


the emo ranagers are making a movie!!!!!

this is better thtn X-MEN 3!

Pwn3d! (got my ass kicked)

I couldn't win one of those games that you win an xbox for playing.. it is hard!

KANYE is my new hero

West and Mike Myers had been paired up to appear about halfway through the hurrican releif effort. Their assignment: Take turns reading a script describing the breach in the levees around New Orleans.

Myers: The landscape of the city has changed dramatically, tragically and perhaps irreversibly. There is now over 25 feet of water where there was once city streets and thriving neighborhoods.

(Myers throws to West, who looked extremely nervous in his super-preppy designer rugby shirt and white pants, which is not like the arrogant West and which, in retrospect, should have been a tip-off.)

West: I hate the way they portray us in the media. You see a black family, it says, "They're looting." You see a white family, it says, "They're looking for food." And, you know, it's been five days [waiting for federal help] because most of the people are black. And even for me to complain about it, I would be a hypocrite because I've tried to turn away from the TV because it's too hard to watch. I've even been shopping before even giving a donation, so now I'm calling my business manager right now to see what is the biggest amount I can give, and just to imagine if I was down there, and those are my people down there. So anybody out there that wants to do anything that we can help -- with the way America is set up to help the poor, the black people, the less well-off, as slow as possible. I mean, the Red Cross is doing everything they can. We already realize a lot of people that could help are at war right now, fighting another way -- and they've given them permission to go down and shoot us!

(West throws back to Myers, who is looking like a guy who stopped on the tarmac to tie his shoe and got hit in the back with the 8:30 to La Guardia.)

Myers: And subtle, but in many ways even more profoundly devastating, is the lasting damage to the survivors' will to rebuild and remain in the area. The destruction of the spirit of the people of southern Louisiana and Mississippi may end up being the most tragic loss of all.

(And, because Myers is apparently as dumb as his Alfalfa hair, he throws it back to West.)

West: George Bush doesn't care about black people!

(Back to Myers, now looking like the 8:30 to La Guardia turned around and caught him square between the eyes.)

Myers: Please call . . .

At which point someone at NBC News finally regained control of the joystick and cut over to Chris Tucker, who started right in with more scripted blah, blah, blah

Friday, September 02, 2005

pirate ship-
food pyramid-
harry potter pt.2-
harry potter pt.1-
pirate house-
go fuck yourself-

IM these links, bookmark them, whatever!

Thursday, September 01, 2005

school update

so... at schhol today I learned about "bus politics" the seniors sit furhter back, and the lower your grade the closer to the door. i sit at the very end, fuck seniors. So then I threw a bean at a senior who was giving me dirty looks at lunch.
Then i lookk at my pants...
wore the wrong pants.. these are so short they look like fucking Capris. I quickly whip out some scissors and turn them into ghetto shorts. Me and Ian then put the pant legs on our heads and start yelling in class at eachother.
I feel like i'm not really myself...
these kids don't know about certian qualities i hide due to my fear of discrimination...
and I feel like half a person sometimes. They don't know about some bad shit i've done.
to them im the kinda clumsy kid who don't give a shit about seniors and who chooses to chill with the unpoular kids, the kid who chugged the soy sauce at lunch and made his own fucking shorts... who dosen't give a fuck about what they think because his real friends who would actually care for me If I was sick are all going to berkely high.

islamic scientists predicted the computer chip.
that is how I feel right now.
how i felt 2 hours ago in class cute together

so, everybody says "robby, you and Ivy look so cute together"
Why is it never,"rob, you and ivy are muy caliente" or "smokin' sexy"
nope... always "cute"
at the time, 12 people have already told me that were cute.. nothing else..