wow so many faggots! my friend invited me to a fashion show at avalon thursday night. it was ironic going to avalon and seeing so many sober people where usually the floor is full of cracked out perverts. so yea i saw the models doing that "special" strut down the catwalk. i was so fucking tired from work that i passed out on the balcony, similar to what i do on regular club nights. after that boring show, we went across the street to the hollywood and vine cafe and shot the shit with some old friends that we met up with. that place is nice with all their nostalgic art deco shit, but the food selection is small and sucky. wasted couple hours there and by the time we got out, it was midnight. and since the week wasnt over yet, it was time to go straight to the gym. yea im fucking psycho, but gotta finish the week's cycle. so i head to teh gym half asleep but still had a awesome workout. now im back home and its 2am. fuckme

reafgleagfo;eromnverwouwer;hagho;d#$#!%#!%#!!@@!#$ wtf is wrong with me :(

before, i was ashamed of showing my uneven right arm and scars. i wore sweaters on hot days, long sleeve shirts etc.. it wasnt until recently i told myself to forget what people think. everywhere i go, people ask me how i got the scar on my arm. only 12 inches long, its teh most eye-catching. i even spent most of the flight from new york talking to a couple next to me about my accident. so now, im more comfortable with myself. i dont care anymore. i would wear my competition tanks to the gym. just like old times, i wouldnt have competitively pushed myself in bodybuilding until i got more and more people that came up to me and asked if i competed. so tonight, some random bodybuilder guy came up to me and complimented me. although i was noticeably smaller than him, i was glad to be told something i would never thought of hearing again. still i hate the gym. but if i stopped, the past 9 years of sculpting my body would go down the drain.

i dont like going to lax. its far, busy, and annoying as hell. thursday night plans were ruined as i had to pick up my sister and parents from the airport. my sister left with one luggage and came back with three. wtf.

i never knew hollywood had crazy hiking trails until i went on friday. so my friend takes me and i thought since she is a girl it was gona be easy and shit. we start off at this comfortable climb. easy. then fucking comes this neverending wall and i was breathing so hard my lungs were about to collapse, but i had to keep going cuz she was leading pretty fast. now the worst part is going down hill. it was just as steep as a wall and having double knee surgery didnt help at all. i didnt wear my hiking shoes and i was slipping all over the place. because like i said, i didnt believe hollywood had real hiking trails. lesson learned. dont underestimate a girl.

lawler in october was fun and lawler in june was even better. we stayed at avalon till 5:30am until the fucking transvestites, perverts, and gangsters took over the place. ive never seen avalon like this, not even at AHP. i was actaully creeped out for once where i felt overwhelmed :(

sunday is for relaxing. being my first time there, zuma beach/malibu is amazing. i love the cleanliness and the people who are chill. although the oC has its share of nice beaches, the place is full of lame ass, commercialized people. i wasnt prepared for the beach so i wore my boxers. it felt weird but who gives a fuck? it was a beautiful day. once i laid down, i passed out. just the right thing to do after a crazy saturday night.