Confession!

I'm gay. :)


Just Kidding.  Not that theres anything wrong with that right? right.  SO OBEY ME!

SUCCUMB TO MY POWER!  or else face the wrath of the JUJU!  Like what the Holocaust did to the jews.  hehe dreidel. x]  BURN!  I SAY BURN!

I summon the powers of Google to take over the world! >:]

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Love CJ & EJ ;)

Hell [of a] Time

Fun is fun, right? I mean fun is... it's anything you want it to be, right? There's nothing wrong with fun if you're not hurting anyone, and you can't hurt dead peop-

Whoops, getting ahead of myself. Anyways, it's a good thing I don't believe in hell, or I sure as hell would be going there.

I woke, to my own antipathy, a little past noon to EJ's phone call; the one he told me I'd be getting at 9 AM. I was flipping out for not waking up on time, but as it turns out, no one else did either. So I rushed to get ready, and EJ was going to come get me, Christian, and Dreidel.

Once I was ready, it turned out my mom was on her way to my cousin's house, which meant that I couldnt pretend my cousin was taking me and go with EJ. So, thinking EJ was rapidly on his way, I called my cousin Dennis to take me to Forest Lawn, where we were going to visit our friend, Paul Michael Alindog.

Well, as always, I gave my friends too much credit. As I sat in the dreary heat of Forest Lawn's, uh, lawn, EJ idled at Christian's house, having yet to pick up Dreidel and meet me at the mortuary. We were going to go eat afterward, so I walked across the street to check the price of the Korean BBQ.

Turns out the BBQ closed from 3-4, and afterwards the dinner price would be $15 that I could not pay. So we decided to eat first. When the gang showed up some 45 minutes later [angry face], we went in to eat.

A tiny grill and four hungry people were not a good match. I of course built up a giant plate of chicken, the only meat I eat, and loaded it onto the grill while the others piled on their beef, beef, and beef.  Of course they cooked about 3 rounds of beef before my batch of chicken finally started to finish up; but damn, it was worth it.

While waiting I grabbed some sushi, but Dreidel stacked up whole plates of authentic nihon food, complete with chopsticks and cute Asian squeals of embarrassment.

EJ and Christian got caught up at one point in a deep conversation about Yu-Gi-Oh, the freakin show. Dreidel and I stared intently at them and called them stupidass shitfucking faggot douchefucks until they noticed, which, actually, they didn't.

So yeah, we ate, EJ sprinkled orange juice over the food, and then we cooked the Jello. I'll tell you now, if you've never cooked Jello before, DO IT, it's amazing. It just disappears. Er… melts. Whatever it's cool!
What’s cooler than cooking Jello? Well that would have to go to EJ sucking it up right off his plate.

After we ate we headed over to Forest Lawn (across the street). Paul's grave was easy to spot; the headstone plague hadn't been put in yet, but an array of flowers, pinwheels, and his picture marked the spot. We sat down and talked for awhile, generally reminiscing. The flowers they brought were dying, tiny, and pitiful in comparison to the large, ornate ones surmounting his resting place, but I can only assume he wouldn’t really mind.

It was an incredibly peaceful place, Forest Lawn. I guess they really take that RIP stuff to heart (which is good). The tranquility of that place… well, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like it. It was like being underwater, in a sense. Well, maybe that’s how he feels…

Anyways, we sat there for awhile talking, and EJ wanted to go walk around the mausoleum for a bit. They got up and Christian gave Paul a hug, either to his chest or to his crotch, we weren’t sure.

I hung behind for a few minutes to talk to Paul myself. What I said was…

Hey Paul… I hope I’m not bothering you…
I wanted to tell you that… I’m sorry this world has to be this way. I’m sorry people like me live so… easily… and the good people like you carry our burden… because you… truly were a good person. I wish it wasn’t like this. I wish I could meet you on better terms. You know… you make me believe in heaven. Because if there weren’t, it’d be an injustice to you.
Anyways… I should go catch up with them now. I’ll come back. You’re alright, right? This is a nice, quiet place… but I know that can get lonely. We’ll come back, you know… I’ll see you next time Paul… Don’t go anywhere, yeah?

So I headed off to catch up with the others. We walked up the mausoleum steps and went into the left wing, because I said so, for no reason. It’s amazing what the tiniest hint of decisiveness can do for you when no one else has a bit.

The mausoleum was beautiful. It truly amazes me that the greatest buildings mankind can conjure are for… dead people. It’s about respect as Dreidel says, and I understand that, hell, I condone it, though maybe not advocate.

Anyways, the building was quiet and dim, with light music playing in the background. The floor was white carpet and marble, the walls made entirely of elegant marble as well. There was one man in sight but he left quickly and we were alone in the building.

The echo was enough to hear my own breathe played back to me three times over, and I tentatively whistled Epona’s Song to an incredibly beautiful effect. Zelda’s Lullaby had a similar allure.

We wandered the mausoleum, finding families and couples in the walls. It was oddly engaging, and no one really had any desire to rush out.

Once we explored the whole building we went outside and looked around more. At some point we hit a break in the beautiful courtyard, where the marble turned to… rock. And more rocks. Turns out Forest Lawn was still expanding, and we hit the edge of the construction. Well, being adventurous and all, we went in for a look.
It was like a secret backyard of rubble and dirt. There were supplies lying around, like poles and slabs of stone and marble. There was a half completed mausoleum wall in which we could see the holes being dug out inside for more bodies. I told EJ to get in it, but damn that little guy gets feisty.

We walked down the rocky path, and Dreidel freaked and grabbed my arm when a wild dog scurried through some rubble to the side of us. Eventually we hit a fork in the road, and there was a freakin coffin lying in the middle of all the rocks. We all flipped out and cautiously proceeded past it, where we ended up outside again by Paul’s grave.

Anyways, that was fun. Like crazy hella fun, I don’t know why, and we even agreed to go explore the other Forest Lawn mausoleums.

…okay, that’s just kind of creepy.

Maybe there’s something wrong with us. Staying away from dead people is the general, natural inclination, right? I mean I have some weird friends, but I always just thought they were crazy. My New Yorker friend and Maria; I think they called it “forensic science” or something like that.

I guess I should stop thinking about it.

After the mortuary, we headed off to Town Center.
We wanted some drinks from Juice It Up, but they were closed for “a freezer issue”, so we went to Ben and Jerry’s. My dolphin senses exploded on sight of the angel behind the counter. EJ and I clicked like crazy for the rest of the day.
Christian bought me a delicious strawberry lemonade smoothie, and EJ got a scoop of cookies and cream. Christian did ghetto spinning moves with my pen and completely dicked me out by pretending to throw it in the air >>”
My mouth was actually in pain from laughing.

We sat in the store for awhile after we ate until dolphin girl left, and we went outside and played with the uh… what do you call that thing? Not the fountain, but the pool-like thing with water flowing off the sides. EJ pulled some pebbles out from it and we skipped them across the water. I managed to make mine skip across the whole thing.

It was almost time to go home, so I fetched a dime out of the water-thing for Christian to take the bus home. He ingeniously tried to skip it across the water and failed, so I fetched him out a quarter. Looking in the water, it seemed there might be enough quarters to buy me a game of DDR, but having gotten my shirt wet enough already, I decided not to.

So EJ went off on his way, and I took Christian to the bus stop and Dreidel to her house. It was a fun day, probably more fun that it should’ve been, when I think about it. And Paul, I sure hope heaven can exist without hell, cos if it can’t, one of us is getting screwed.

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Words of the Post

Antipathy – a feeling of intense dislike
Surmount – to be on top of
Condone – to allow or accept
Advocate – to support or argue in favor of

Quote of the Day

Shadow
     you guys better take me to some parties this year
EJ
     of course xD
     but obviously we can't drag you in there 100%
     if anything
     we'll take you 30% of the way and its all up to you from there
Shadow
     yeah
     or you could suck me in 70%

Current Song Addiction

Howie Day – Collide
All around awesome song. It’s romantic and it has a wonderful melody. The verses are okay to me, the chorus incredible. I sang it for Serena, but God knows I can’t sing, so, sorry for making your ears bleed :/

Fair Day for Dolphin Dosing

Big day, yes. Today was the big OC Fair with CJ and… other people. Supposedly it was a large group - EJ, Chini, Daniel, and as usual other people I don’t know. But somehow it ended up just CJ, I, Denise, and two people I didn’t know. What an interesting twist.
Well, for reasons unmentionable, CJ was lucky I came.
His Dolphin wasn’t, though. In fact I think I effectively mutilated his Dolphin various times throughout the day. But that’s okay, right Lobster CJ?

Well, I gave CJ a ride there since EJ had a headache and was (not) going to come later. My mom came down to buy me my ticket and bracelet, and she even sprung for CJ’s; $30 each.

Walking in was an extraordinary experience. See, I’d been to the fair before. Many times, actually, as a child. The extraordinary part was that I remembered. Right down to the location of every little lemon shaped booth, I remembered where every ride in the fair was located, and what it was like riding them as a child. I hadn’t been to the OC Fair since I was 9, but damn it felt good.

 

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Today is Wednesday, July 29th, and I’ve still failed to finish this post. I don’t know why I fail so much, I’m sorry, but I cannot continue to hold off my other writing projects in light of this one. So, I post this now in hope of finishing it at some future random date.

iOS Home Premium

Is anyone here some type of computer specialist? Yes, no? Well, guess what.
My day just slapped you all
IN THE FACE!!!!!!!!!

So it starts off with Friday, as some of you may recall, as this little tidbit has a bit of a tangent story:

“So I went home, grabbed my Windows XP disc for CJ to install on his laptop and went to his house. We started the installation, murdered that nigga Vista, and talked for a bit until EJ and Dreidel showed up.”

Yes, well, turns out CJ’s wonderful laptop has a motherboard with no Windows XP driver support! As Dreidel would say, Yay! (:
So, time for Plan B: Windows Vis-
WHAT!?

Fuck that. What other Plan B’s do we have? Levonorgestrel? No, that wouldn’t work…
Well then, Windows 7, here we go, yeah?

For those computer novices out there, Windows 7 is the successor to the wonderful Windows Vista, Microsoft’s wonderful piece of coal in the stack of diamonds diamond in the rough. And yes, I trust Wikipedia more than Microsoft, but I suppose I should include the real Windows 7 link for those easily offended by real information.

Anyways, as Windows 7 managed to actually be compatible with its predecessor's drivers, something Shitsta failed to do, we would theoretically be able to install it with no issue. So I downloaded a 7 trial from my perfectly legal bay of pirates, burned it to a DVD (holy crap they don’t even fit on CDs anymore), and headed over to CJ’s house. We stopped by my cousin’s first and I picked up a blank DVD for unrelated later uses.

Once I got to CJ’s we started the 7 installation. Everything was going nicely- the 7 setup actually had a GUI! Unfortunately we hit a (very pretty) roadblock; we needed an activation key.

The torrenters made no mention of activating. I had no clue how the 7 betas were supposed to run. I suppose, as the torrents were for progressive builds, that these people already had their own keys. Whatever the case, the other thing I failed to realize was that there was no reason for me to torrent a 7 Beta; there was already a public release candidate available from Microsoft.

Anyways, CJ and I went over to Monico’s to access his internet. We searched awhile online for every 7 key and keygen available, and NONE OF THEM WORKED.
So, very depressed and distraught, we started the 7 RC download on Monico’s computer. Easy, right? Play brawl for 2 hours, burn 7 to a DVD, an-
Okay. Wait. CJ has the blank DVD I had right? Oh, no. He left it at home. That’s just wonderful.

However, what we did have was the Windows XP disc I left at his house previously. So what we decided to do was reinstall Windows XP on the laptop, then boot 7 from the .iso. Of course, we couldn’t access the internet with the XP boot due to the lack of a LAN driver, so we’d have to transfer the .iso from Monico’s computer to the laptop with a-

DAMNIT. CJ left the USB at his house. Wonderful.
After much thinking we decided we would use…
An iPod.
…Yeah.

Well it’s 8 GB right? And we only needed 2.33 GB. Monico’s computer had the plug. So, right. iPod. Okay.

So it was time to install XP. Simple, right? Shove the disc in, turn on the computer and press a key when it says so to, of course, boot from CD. Unfortunately, the incomplete 7 setup, for some reason, decided to bypass that naggy little boot menu for a (very pretty) superimposing 7 loading screen! Oh joy.

So how did we fix this? Well, we used an ancient, secret technique known as button mashing. We turned the laptop on with the XP disc inside, and pressed all the buttons we could until the computer actually started beeping. It wasn’t exactly a good beep, but it was a beep, and beeps mean something’s happening right? Well, after trying this 5 times or so, it worked!

We ran the XP installation. When it finished, we excitedly restarted the computer and started to prepare to iPod to-
Oh joy. Can you guess what we saw then? Yes, that’s right. The legendary blue screen of death.

What we did then, in our infinite genius, was… try it again. And it worked! XP in, time for the iPod transfer.

Buuuut…
Well, CJ only had an iPod touch. The wonderful folks over at Apple blocked hardware usage on iPod touches to prevent hackers from placing free apps on their iPods, because they didn’t want to give too much control to their users in fear of the product becoming too good.

This turned out to be our final roadblock. After an hour or so of attempting to hack disk usage of the iPod touch, we had no luck, and I had to go home, leaving CJ to wait for Monico to come home with his iPod Video.

By morning, everything was fixed, thus ending a remarkable day of extemporisation and ghetto genius that would put most IT specialists to shame.

The   beast of the Serengeti slept through the whole thing. of course.


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Words of the Post

Levonorgestrel (I’m sure I’ll need this some day)
extemporisation (look, I’m English)

Quote of the Day

Me:  There, it’s done. Stop the seed.
CJ:  Oh, you dick.

Removed Word of the Post

angelic (as always, left a hint, but only Dreidel would know)

Current Song Addiction

Franz Ferdinand – No You Girls
I guess it’s the message I love, a battle of the sexes, but from a “Why can’t we all just love each other?” perspective. Accurately depicts both sides, I must say. Anyways, Something about getting shot by a Serbian just turns me on.

12 Pounds of Sweet Lovin’

Subject: Dreidel’s breasts.

Spontaneity is a funny thing. I’d always been somewhat abhorred to it, but maybe it’s only because I never knew anyone capable of engaging it so wonderfully.

It has the negative aspect of, obviously, spontaneity; instability, uncertainty, and oftentimes disappointment. And yet it has the unmatched power of hope, because nothing else can fix your well-planned, crappy day.

Today was just another ordinary day at summer-school. I’d no further prospects for the rest of the day than going home, collapsing, and waking up tomorrow. But lo and behold, Sir ChristianJohn hath text’d thee!

So I went home, grabbed my Windows XP disc for CJ to install on his laptop and went to his house. We started the installation, murdered that Vista, and talked for a bit until EJ and Dreidel showed up.

Then it was brawlin’ time.

Then CJ left for driver’s training, and Dreidel and EJ and I played Cranium and Phase 10, which I won epicly.

At some point I went to go pick Dreidel up off the couch. As I lifted her up by her arms (she was lying down), EJ said

Be careful Arie, her boobs weigh 6 pounds each.

That pretty much made my day. It’s just too bad I dropped Dreidel from laughing.

But I carried her outside while hugging her. Apparently the ability to hold Dreidel and her 12 pound breasts and still move makes me buff, by EJ’s standards. Not nearly as buff as his plate-lifting, fabric-bursting, below average-sized penis, of course.

But hell, since when did size matter.

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Words of the Post

abhorred
prospects
Vista (the word still makes no sense to me)



Removed Word of the Post

nigga
Can you find where it went? I left a hint.



Current Song Addiction

The Gossip – Heavy Cross
So beautifully sung, the emotion is orgasmic, quite literally. It only threw me off a bit that the singer is a fat chick. You wouldn’t expect it.

The Gossip - Heavy Cross