whenever my sister comes home, she updates everything little detail to my parents. most of it concerns her school, work experiences, and fuck, dating situation. its always the same shit. i hear a bunch of guys that try to go for her. i know my sister well enough to say that she doesnt fall for the wrong guys with no future, bad habits, or just dumb. well, all of these guys are mostly doctors. but one by one she turns them down, because they either are too short, have weird personalities, or the party too much (you know super-smart people are weird). so one day when the whole family was having lunch. she tells us that theres this guy that she was interested in, except for one thing: he goes clubbing too much. and she goes on to say how he only goes there to meet girls, drink, do drugs etc. im sitting here thinking, hey i go to clubs also. and im your brother sitting here gaining a bad rep in front of my family. and she keeps rambling on how clubbing is bad and so forth. then the last sentence she finally says, how just because i am her brother that i am forgiven. so in order to defend myself, i had to tell the whole family that i go clubbing is to watch a certain dj perform each week. and that its more of a concert type of thing where, people watch the Dj make music instead of lounging around, drinking, and hitting up on girls. fuck, that was a close one.

hmmm, so what did i do yesterday? oh hahaha funny shit. i skipped out on working out so i can help julia move some stuff from culver city to hollywood. i told them i was still gonna go after i was done. but i didnt. when they skip out on the gym, i get mad and make fun of them. so tonight we all go to the gym again and supposedly tonight is shoulders. i went on to workout my back (which was the workout for tuesday). so now they are making fun of me saying im a lazy fuck who has no right anymore to say shit. at least i had fun listening to hip hop in a crammed, musty, old, u-haul truck.

they have been gym-hopping lately. tonight we settled at rancho cucamonga all the way out in the boons. there were so many..."ballers" there. at one side there were white people. the other court was full of blacks. i felt like i was in the segregated 60's. i felt strong tonight. pullups were cake. 5-plate rows were cake. and 3 plate deadlifts 8 reps is pretty good for a guy with a broken arm. next week 4-plate deadlifts. weighing 315lbs, i was paranoid it was gonna rip off my broken elbow. it didnt, which means, it is healed. after dropping off my friends, this fuck ass decides to tailgate me. its like an altima se-r or whatever with the dual exhaust. i hear its pretty quick. so i gun my car and he guns it. slowly but surely i pull away from this bastard at 140mph and put on my hazards. i have never gone so fast in my car. that was stupid and a waste of gas.

so frustrating. couple nights ago there was a power outage from 230am - 7pm. usually im on my computer till 6am, but the power cut short my online time. so i went to bed early hoping it would be on before i wake up. so i wake up and the freakin power was still off. then i thought it should be on before sunset. but no, the whole house was pitch black and i felt like a caveman doing primitive things like making fire and lighting candles. thinking like a primate, i was about to go outside and loot my neighbor's things.

saturday, i broke my promise. well actually on friday i did. i had 1 corona and a small sample of another substance. it didnt do any harm to my diet, but just the fact that i am now scarred. saturday was atb at spundae and i just had to see them since i relied on his music during my stay in the hospital and to accompany a friend for emotional support. it was not the sound i was looking for, but he did play some good classics. it was this weekend where i found myself not wanting to dance to trance anymore. its not that its cheesy. im disgusted with the word cheese. people are cheesy just saying that trance is cheese. maybe the beats are too repetitive, and i am looking for the progressive sound now. i am in love with hard, revolving bass lines.

sunday, i went to glendale galleria with my sister to get a xmas present for my cousin in hong kong. crazy parking situation. we decided to get her a custom teddy bear. theres a store called build-a-bear and you can choose your own bear design. theres furry ones, black, white, etc... we chose a velvet bear. theres an option to put a sound button in its paw so someone can press it and it can talk. so we gave it a voice. next step is to stuff the bear, theres a machine where you stick a tube up the bear's ass and it shoots cotton into the bear. after, you tie the string and next step is to find it a wardrobe. we chose a ballerina suit for the bear cuz my cousin is multi-talented but one of her specialties is ballet. some guy comes up to us as we were dressing the bear and tells us to give the bear some panties so it wouldnt be so scandelous. notice that everystep along the way, you get charged. the more shit you put on the bear, the more $$$ itll cost at the end. last step was to certify the bear using their computer system. we had to name the bear, and enter our info so it could print out a birth certificate. after waiting for over an hour, total cost: $40

ps. the glendale galleria has been ghettofied over the years. its full of thugs that have replaced the armenians.

woohoo, i got my new years eve clothes!