the new poop flies

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2006-09-07T07:03:00.000-07:00

my best friend joined the navy and didn't tell me. i got over that; it wasn't the first time he didn't tell me something. but he just left for 6-18 months. he's apparently now living in virginia. you see, he was on a two week leave.

and he didn't call me once.

how messed up is that?

i don't know if i'm mad, sad, or any emotion.

i just am.

sometimes i'm disappointed

2006-09-06T00:27:00.000-07:00

i don't remember the first time that i met mark. apparently he does though, and here is what he has told me:

it was at preschool (you see, me and mark first met each other at the orangewood adventist academy preschool, i remember that much). i, for some reason, had taken basketball cards to school with me. i still don't understand why i would even have basketball cards with me, i have always hated basketball. but, for whatever reason, i had basketball cards.

i don't know if i walked up to him, or if he walked up to me, but i asked him who he liked better; larry bird or michael jordan. mark has told me that he answered michael jordan, there's nothing special about that, but he's told me that he didn't know who either of them were, he just thought that michael jordan was white.

me and mark grew up together. we both went to the same preschool, we continued on in the same elementary (acutally, it was the technically the same school). friends were lost here and there, but me and mark remained good friends. most of what i remember from elementary was that he hung out with his little brother and cousin a lot and i hung out with richard and matt and manny a lot. matt left in the sixth grade, but everyone else moved on to junior high.

once junior high rolled around me and mark got a lot closer. luis joined our group, as well as little danny arsenault. *sidenote* i remember danny telling us how he got in trouble at his last school for selling knives. i aslo remember when my tia liz had to help him put his contacts in at our first junior high choir festival. the big thing that we started doing was skateboarding. i had started in the sixth grade, when i idolized timmy stuart. so i got a board of mine and mark, his cousin and brother, danny, luis and i all started skating together. we bought memberships at the vans skatepark, we skated to my house after school, we skated at school, we went to each other's houses (mainly me and mark). we just had a good time. after eight grade things changed a little. danny became one of the cool guys. luis left. brandon, mark's cousin, stopped skating. so it was just me, mark and jeffy (and john (and later, chaston (and sammy))). me and mark would spend a lot of time at each other's houses, although i never went to his dad's house until i could drive.

our freshman year mark still went to orangewood with me. that was our golden year. we would eat french fries for lunch, we could wear t-shirts (a big thing at oaa, who later went to uniforms) and all of our friends were there. we'd still skate to each other's houses after school, and by this time we had more friends that skated. i spent a lot more time at mark's mom's house in cerritos. our sophomore year mark left and went to canyon high, and i became a loner. i had no one to hang out with, all my friends had left orangewood. i occupied my time with reading books continuosly throughout the day. i still skated, however. me and mark still stayed close friends. he came over to play the drums and so we could just skate around. we'd always make fun of how jeffy couldn't skate or play any instruments.

time rolled on until our senior year. mark decided to come back to orangewood and finish his highschool career with me. i was thrilled. sure, i had spent some decent time with him when we were in a band together (www.myspace.com/thecosmos), but going to school together would be better. on the first day of school i dropped a bomb. i was going to be a daddy. he was the first person i told, because he was my closest friend. it was a whirlwind year, but i had a good time because, i was a loner no more, now mark was back.

once graduation happened i knew what i was doing, but i don't think mark did. he was taking classes at community college since before we graduated, but i don't know if his heart was into it. his dad's always given him a hard time, i don't really like it, but that's the way it is. i tried to get mark to come and work with me at my job. both him and my sister would have been hired, but my sister couldn't make it the day of the orientation and mark just didn't show up. i looked completely stupid. i don't even remember how i found out, wait.... i do remember.

someone else told me that my best friend had joined the navy.

so i confronted him and he told me. he's now been gone for some time, but he's back on leave. apparently he got back wednesday the 23rd. i called him for the first time thursday night, on my way back from work. no answer. so i waited and called him later. i called him about thirty times i'd say. more like 10. he didn't answer until i called him from my work phone. once i talked to him i found out that he was planning on surprising me by being at my house when i got home from work. once i found out i told my wife that i would bet her $5 that he wouldn't show. he didn't. but he had a good reason. so, now it's tuesday night, the next week and mark still hasn't called me. i think he's leaving on thursday. i would be most unpleased if he hung out with my little sister's friend and not me. but that's just mark for you....

work

2006-08-07T00:16:00.000-07:00

so here's the deal:
i started a new job.
i ended my old job.
but i didn't change companies.
i did transfer from santa ana to rancho cucamonga, though.
the new store is not even finished being built. but it is supposed to work out. rancho is set to open it's doors to the public on september 13, 2006. mark your calendars and be there. i will be working that day, guaranteed. the store is supposed to be finished being built on august 20th and the trucks bringing merchandise are supposed to start coming in the following day, or so i gather. that gives the stock guys mostly (and some sales staff) some time to get the merchandise in the store. after that we get two weeks of putting the merch on the sales floor. kassie from main place told me that store openings are "fabulous." well, i hope so.

i started at crate & barrel in october/november 2004. that was at the main place store, #504. i started out being a part-time stock room associate. it was a good time. when the seasonal period ended they asked me to stay with the company. turns out that every one in the stock room but one full time person and two part-time quit/got fired. so i was more than happy to stay. i needed a job to put money away for my child that was on the way. my school work suffered accordingly, though.

once i finished high school i got accepted to a college that was affiliated with my private, denomonational school. that blessed college was la sierra university. i have since learned that this school, in fact, is not blessed at hall, but rather a royal pain. but that's another story. i moved from garden grove and being right down the street from work to 40+ miles away in riverside. the drive wasn't pleasant, but i was told that a store was going to open very soon out in the inland empire. i decided to stick it out.

well, the school year started and ended and i was still working at main place. it was sort of nice, because it gave us an excuse to go and see our parents/grandparents/sisters/brothers/nephews/nieces and so forth, but at the same time, gas was getting to be expensive. once the date of the new store opening was set in stone i knew that it was a good thing sticking with crate & barrel, though.

which brings me to today...

...orientation. today i made my first visit to victoria gardens in lovely rancho cucamonga. it really is quite nice. the session was long and a little dry at times, but it was a good chance to meet the people that i'm going to be working with. some people were nice, some were stand offish and some were just plain rude. but we'll see how things work out once the ball actually starts rolling....

2006-05-30T09:31:00.001-07:00

boo! crevier bmw is a load of crap. yes they are. on the interweb everyone said (and we both know that no liars are allowed on the web) that any bmw dealer would get the serial number of your radio for free. i just called crevier bmw and they said they would charge $135. i don't have $135!!! i don't have any $$$. being poor sucks.

on another note, i have a take home test on friday. for my health class. i missed one chapter summary, so i tried to turn in two different summaries right now. i wonder how that will go. i also turned in an extra credit assignment. big ups!!

i think i've come up with a name for the 325i. actually, i have no idea. i really don't. i didn't have time to think about it last night. i stayed up late doing homework (as opposed to staying up late playing video games). my internet is down, so i can't play halo. i'm bummin'!!

anyway, i got to go, we're talking about sex.

don't worry, it's health class...

2006-05-30T09:31:00.000-07:00

So, i just got this new thing, Journler. i've heard it referenced elsewhere and i found it today on the apple website while i was waiting for a few things to finish downloading so i could get away. much has happened in the world of nick. so, first off, our car broke down. me and bubble were in the car, driving back from my new workplace. on the 91 our car started smoking. the radiator had crapped out. so we had to borrow my little sister's car and use that until we could fix our truck. it took a lot longer than we expected, but my sister was very generous and let us borrow it for a while. that was very helpful. it took a couple of weeks, but we got the car repaired. it set us back a little bit, though. so a couple of days after we repaired the truck my sister sent me a text message that told me to call my parents. when i called i learned that my uncle wanted to give us his old car, a 1991 bmw 325i. i called him up and asked about it and he dropped it off the next day. incredible. now am in love with this adorable little car. i really do love it. so we drove down to my parent's house on saturday, after going to the beach. on trask it started smoking. i thought, "oh crap, it's the radiator." so i look under the hood, and it was the radiator. shoot. turns out it was just a tube that had come off the main block. it was fixed by my pops the next day while i was at work. so now the little car works just fine. one problem, though. the radio has an anti-theft ability and it won't let me turn it on unless i put in the right code. you only have three chances and if you don't get it right you have to leave the radio on for an hour before you can try it again. the problem is i have three different codes and i don't know which one is right. we left the radio on for and hour and i tried to put in the codes and none of them worked. tomorrow i'm going to call a dealer and see if they can help me out. let's hope so.

i don't know if this is weird, actually, i know that this is weird, but i name my cars. that is, i named my only previous car, so i thought that i should come up with a name for this new one. i wonder what i shall name it.....

open letter to zapeda

2006-05-18T09:37:00.000-07:00

ok.
i'm sorry it's been so long, i really am...
here's the deal:
me and my sister wrote created a letter that we were gonna send right after jeffrey posted your address on his myspace page.
it took time to make it and we were going to send it out that day, but i left for work and it never got sent.
i think that letter should be along with this one.
anyway...
how are things?
...
...
mmhhmmm...
interesting..
...
...
...
wtf?
did he really?!?!?!
oh, well look at this:

evan turned one not too long ago.
we had his birthday party last sunday, on may 7.
we didn't have the money to have the party sooner.
...and we didn't send out the invitations soon enough.
ooops!
so, brother...you never called me before you left.
i know things must've been busy, but you said you'd call me in a couple of hours.
i don't want to sound like an irritating girl, but it kinda hurt.
that might have been why i took so long to actually write.
who knows...
i'm kinda out of it right now.
you know, life being rough and all.
so my first quarter of college was not completed satisfactorily.
that being said, i now have to go to a "learning support center" for five hours and study there by myself once a week.
that's where i am now.
for the past couple of days i've been going to school in the morning, going home to eat a salad and change evan's diaper, then go to work, get home at ten thrity, do homework and play halo, then go to sleep and start over.
i'm so tired.
and out of it.

anyway...i don't want to complain.
you're probably stressed right now.
i heard that you got to talk to jarad and the bro's.
that's cool.
jarad's mom told me about and she sounded excited about it, it was pretty funny.
we went camping a couple of weekends ago.
evan had a ton of fun in the sun with a gun on the run shouting puns, acting dumb.
i got the flows, son.
we went to lake skinner with the pathfinders.
my parents are the county coordinator for orange county and they want to stop doing it.
it would seem that me and nicole are going to take over their operations next year, with their help, of course.
the day we left orangewood had a musical program with "cool, scene" bands playing.
everyone i've heard from has said that it was good, but it was at orangewood, so it probably sucked.
hahahahahahaahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahHAAA!
if you get your pay over there and having nothing to spend it on i found some hip new bands!:
versus the mirror - i saw them play with portugal. the man before you left. they just came out with a new cd and they rip.
the fall of troy - i told you about them before you left, but i don't think you ever heard them. their guitarist / vocalist rips.
norma jean - i've listened to them for a long time, but i just started listening to their newer album i bought about half a year ago. it rips.
charlottefield - they're a british hardcore/jazz/jam/groovy/noise/spazz band. they rip.
now, know that these are not the only bands that rip, but they rip hard.
brother, it's not the same without you.
i know that you never came over when you were here, [pauses] but at least you were in the area.
i'm somewhat down and i can't talk to you.
sigh....
anyway...
how long are you gone?
boot camp and all that spit?
oh, yeh, if you want to write back (and you do want to write back) our address is:

xxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxx
riverside, ca 92505

ok, funky bunch, one last thing...
if you ever need anyone to keep you company when you flee to canada because you're AWOL let us know and we shall flee with you and establish a small chinese/morrocan restaurant based on close, established relationships with our patrons where nicole can work the front of the house you and me can cook and evan can serve the dishes and we'd be millionaires and we'd retire at twenty-eight/twenty-six/twenty-seven/nine, respectively, and buy eight houses in tokyo, paris, hong kong, vancouver, toronto, hamburg, london and manila and live out the rest of our many days shopping/making fun of the french/shooting airsoft/skiing/watching hockey/eating (veggie)bratwurst/driving on the wrong side of the road/manillin' and loving life.
just let us know.
i've already got a business model....

pieces.
nick.

it's official!!! haha...

2006-05-06T01:46:00.000-07:00

it's official!!! haha...
Originally uploaded by myouthinasia.

it's official.
not that it ever wasn't.
i love my bubs.
haha.
i think i need to go to sleep.

Flickr

2006-05-06T01:45:00.000-07:00

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

shutdown.

2006-04-28T00:40:00.000-07:00

^^^^^^

the high life

2006-04-24T13:05:00.000-07:00

saturday was one of the best days of my life. me and my family went to church (we go on saturday because we're seventh-day adventists) and ate at potluck. my wife wasn't feeling well, so went home instead of staying and visiting with our families. nickle wasn't feeling well, so she went to bed. bubbles was tired so i tried to put him down for a nap. he fell asleep during the car rider home, but he wasn't having it.
so i picked him up and we went into the living room. for the next four hours or so we did nothing but play. it's been a long time since i've had that much fun. we played with some wooden blocks from my work, his soft books and various roll around toys that he has. the time flew. he would crawl away from me and i would chase him. i would crawl away and he would scramble after me. when he would catch me (he always would because he's quick!) he would crawl onto my belly and pronounce to the world that he conquered daddy!!!

"I am Champion!!!!" he would say.

he is the champion. over this last week i've been able to play more with him, and it's just what i need. i've been stressed, but playing with bubs makes me relax a little. i love my bubs.

on a side note:
my ecto trial demo is running out!!! only five more days left! what am i going to do? i don't have the money right now to get it! (account=$0.00, wallet=$0.00) but i get paid on friday. ecto is so-so. i did, however, fall in love with endo. endo is a feed reader, like NetNewsWire. i downloaded a bunch demos one day because i figured that it would make my time on the internet lessen, which would be a good thing. i tried them all and liked a couple, endo being my favorite. the demo said that it lasted 30 days, or at least it was supposed to. i've had ecto for a couple weeks and it's supposed to last 15 days; it's still going. i got endo last week and it's supposed to last 30 days, it pooped out last night. that sucks. i've been wanting to get some serial numbers, but like i said, i don't have the money. i'll ask nickle what she thinks about it. if you buy one you get the other one half off, it's quite a deal. i also have the app 1001 written by the same person and it's quite good as well. 1001 is for flickr, it uploads photos and adds tags and batch edits and stuff. if i got endo and ecto i'd line them up next to 1001 on my dock. it would look superb.

rest in peace pt2

2006-04-18T11:07:00.000-07:00

now that i was in i was flying free. i could talk to my friends about music now. i knew what they were talking about. we made a swapped mixtapes of our favorite bands. times were good. up until i was in the eighth grade i listened to nothing but ska and punk and variations of the two genres. first thing i listened to ska, nothing but ska, third wave like reel big fish, jeffries fan club, the hippos. most of my friends didn't like it, but i LOVED it. then is started getting into the seriously good ska, second wave and two tone like hepcat, the slackers, madness, and a lot of stuff coming out of the now defunct record company Moon Ska NYC.

gradually i started getting more and more into punk. i started listening to a lot of epitaph stuff; NoFX, bad religion, all, blah, blah. then i started to get into harder punk, actual punk. for a while i was listening to "screw the government, screw the upper class, screw you" punk. i loved it because it had a message, it was meaningful, it had emotion. some of the more notable bands i listened to were a global threat, choking victim, morning glory, narcoleptic youth, union 13. then i found Crass. now, i still listen to this band, for different reasons. these peace punks from the seventies gave me a reason to hate overrated bands from the same era, like the Sex Pistols and the Clash, although the Clash was better. listening to Crass made me want to do something, it made me want to change the way things work, bump the system.

by this time i was in high school, in the eleventh grade. most of the friends that i had when i first started listening to music had left my school. all except for one, the friend that had first gotten me into ska in the first place. at this point in time my girlfriend told me about a new radio station, Indie 103.1. i gave it a listen, mostly on the way to a college class that i was taking. while listening to it i first heard the wonder and splendor that was cursive. i needed to listen to more. so i bought their new album, the ugly organ. it was fantastic. the thing was, no one i know had ever heard about them. around this time i started to get more into post-hardcore, emotional and hardcore stuff. like at the drive-in, anatomy of a ghost, norma jean, etc. the thing is that my friend did not follow in my interest.

so i went on a trip, around the country. the trip took a month. it was a long trip. my friend didn't come along with us, although he had the opportunity, if he had wanted to. the trip, like i said, was long, but we made it through. when i came back, however my friend didn't really want anything to do with me. he had made other friends... whatever.

so now, we haven't talked in almost half a year, i'd say. whenever i call him he doesn't answer, when he calls i don't answer. our relationship kind of broke down. it's sad, that is it makes me sad. come back little buddha. and quit smoking. it's bad for you.

rest in peace

2006-04-18T09:12:00.000-07:00

i didn't listen to music until i was in the fifth grade.
my grandma bought me a cd player, which i thought was really nice, even though i didn't have any cds. so i thought, "i NEED to get cds!" so the next time i was at Costco with my mom i told her that i needed to get some cds."PLEASE, MOMMY!" she told me to go and pick something out and if she approved then she would get it for me. i was thrilled. i ran to the cds and picked out what i thought was going to be a killer set of music. when i gave it to her she wasn't quite as positive as i was, but she approved and she purchased them for me. guess what they were. it was a ten pack of classical music by the classics. Bach, Schubert, Mozart, Beethoven. it was a little weird for a fifth grader to pick out, i think.

so that was my taste in music up until that point. i really had none. i liked the music that my parents listened to while we were in the car and such. and i still like it, actually. i just didn't know what it was then. now i know it was the Beatles and Beach Boys and the Who and blah blah blah...

i guess i got the classical music cds before the fifth grade. it must have been fourth or third, maybe. because in the fifth grade i saw a sticker on my friend's school binder. several stickers. some said Operation Ivy and Ska and The Bruce Lee Band. i wanted to know what they meant. he told me that ska was a type of music and that the other names were ska bands.

i wanted to hear ska. so i went to the only place that i knew music was sold; the christian book store. i picked up this completely wack ska cd that wasn't even a band. i'm not sure, but i'm told that ska was pretty popular around then, and it seems that some christian corporate big shot was trying to ride the train. the cd was called SKA 98. that's it. no band name, no cd name, just SKA 98. it was a little disappointing.

i told my friend about the cd and he asked me who it was by. was it good? was it two tone or third wave? i didn't know what to say... i felt bad about getting the music and thought that i had failed and embarrassed myself. he was cool about it, though. a couple months later i got two cds; Operation Ivy's Energy and Punk-O-Rama Vol. 3. they both changed my life, not eventually, but they did immediately change my taste in music. i told my friend that i got OpIv's cd and he was impressed. i was in, i was part of the group!

snowy field

2006-04-17T17:29:00.000-07:00

snowy field
Originally uploaded by myouthinasia.

my church took a trip up the mountains for the weekend. it psuedo snowed. this was the result.

at stater bros

2006-04-17T09:23:00.000-07:00

at stater bros
Originally uploaded by myouthinasia.

Wrapped like a burrito

this class is annoying

2006-04-14T09:22:00.000-07:00

so what?
i screwed up, i know that.
i'm retaking a class. it's not a fun class, but i'm retaking it.
the first quarter i took it i got a c minus. for me to get credit towards my major i needed to get a c. so close...how very annoying. this time i actually am doing all of the work and studying to do well for the tests. i'm getting an a to cancel out the c minus and, hopefully, bring up my gpa a good deal.

but i digress.

last time i took this class i took it in the big lecture building at my school, cossentine hall. this time it's more intimate...fun. last time i sat behind this annoying, boisterous, black woman. nothing, against black people, just stuff against this black woman. she thought everything the teacher said was funny, and she made a point in letting the whole class know through her god awful laugh.

"WHARGH WHAGH WHAH!" she would say.

it annoyed me to no end. no end....

this time around i was feeling good because i knew the material, the professor was a fun guy and there would be NO ANNOYING, BOISTEROUS, BLACK WOMAN!

so i went to my first class and took my usual seat (the very back row, in a corner seat) and turned on my powerbook to see if i get any internet in here (it's spotchy). while i was doing stuff on my book i notice someone sit in the very chair in front of me. it was this:

no, it's not the same woman, but i swear, it is her twin. her laugh is not as annoying, but she laughs more. i don't know what is worse. oh and this one talks to me. that's annoying too. DON'T TALK TO ME! please! when i took that picture she said, "oh, are you taking pictures now?" hmm? are you?!?!?!?! yes! i am! what of it?!?!

*sigh*

professor hedrick is beginning to lecture, i should go....

music and me

2006-04-11T09:03:00.000-07:00

i play guitar.
i play drums.i'm farily confident in playing both of these. if i have a little bit of practice it's usually enough for me to be comfortable. i think i like to play the drums better and am more comfortable, but it seems that i play the guitar in public more. so, that being said, i don't play the bass. i guess it's somewhat like the guitar and to play the basics is basicaly easy. but i'd never really touched it. i have one that i got for my birthday one year, but i don't really play. get the point? so the youth pastor, so to speak, wanted me to play the bass for their "praise team." i had a week to learn the songs. the thing is, i couldn't practice by myself. the bass is more rythm, not usually taking the melody. so this saturday i'm playing again. this time we're playing two harder songs, so i wanted to practice. so my hero, perry, steps in. i asked my mom to play the songs that we are playing on the piano, so that i could record her and practice along with that track. i used ableton live, a program on my mac that i got from a friend. it worked flawlessly. pure goodness. so now i can practice in peace.
yay....

you know, i've tried to make music for a long time, now. i think i'm just not good at it. i bought a four track recording device several years ago. i had a gutiar, a mic, and a drum kit. i think the stuff i recored then was actually better than the stuff that i do now. that sucks. the other night i spent a long, long time working on one song, and after i finished i listened to it and.........it sucked.

plain and simple, it sucked.
dang...

LAME!!!

2006-04-06T17:41:00.000-07:00

not pleasant. not pleasant at all. ok, so my grades weren't that hot my first term. they were better last term, but they're still not quite what i'm used to getting. but because of my poor academic standing my lovely school put me on an academic hold. i'm off of the hold now, but i had to pull some strings to get out of it. not really pull strings, but talk to deans and advisors and whatnot. so one of the conditions of me getting off of the hold was to sign a contract with the dean of my college, the college of arts and sciences. i need to attend the learning and support center for five hours a week. this sucks. not only because i need as much time as i can to work, and now i have to stress out about completeing these hours every week, but it also sucks because of what i'm doing there. today was my first day there and i sat in a room... that's it. i finished my homework in a matter of minutes, at least what i could do there (there was no internet connection for perry (my powerbook)). so i studied. that was boring. but i guess it's necessary. i went to the dean's office before i went to the learning center and asked what i needed to do there. they have tutors available for a wide range of subjects, very wide range, so i didn't know what subject to be tutored in. so when i asked they checked on the computer and turns out i need to sign in on the computer, go into a room and study by myself.

for five hours.

this is going to be a long quarter.

after i studied i got on my computer and cleaned up my iPhoto. it was weird; i was deleting pictures, but the used space on my hard drive was going up. it fixed itself when i restarted my computer right now, but it was weird anyhoo. i got to leave, i have ten minutes to get to my physics lab. i went to the bathroom at 530 because i couldn't hold it in anymore. i couldn't find a bathroom in the learning center, so i had to sign out and leave the place. by the time i finished up it wasn't worth it to sign back in, study for 10 minutes and then sign out again. so i went out in front of the building and decided to blog. but i'm leaving now. i'm looking forward to the lab. i hated my bio lab last quarter, but this professor really enjoys his job and it shows and comes through in his teaching. beside, i like physics better than anatomy and physiology.
pieces.

all is well that ends well.

2006-04-06T12:20:00.000-07:00

so, rest in peace, Oh, The Poop Flies
it was a good run, while we had it, wasn't it? i had a good time, at least.
i guess your wondering why i cancelled it. maybe you aren't. maybe you're the only one reading this, nicole.
anyway.
i'm not too savy with the html, i really am not. i'm good with copying codes from other websites or viewing the source good from a website to try and look and see just how they do it. i'm not so good with actually doing it for myself. so i tried to mess around with my layout and it didn't work. i think i sort of messed it up. so i figured i'd just delete it and start a new one. i hadn't really posted anything in a long time, so it didn't really matter. my audience of three never checked there anymore, so what was the point in keeping it going? i've never really been into keeping journals or anything. yeh, i've tried, but by the end of a couple months i have a "good as new" notebook with a few sentences on the first page and several drawings on the next few. i just run out of words. but with my new plan in place i think i should have a little more free time.

new plan? you ask.

yes, a new plan. i plan on doing my homework the second i get home and finishing it up real quick like. i only have one class that should have any outside group work, so that doesn't take too long. beside that one class i don't have much else. physics lab, but that should be fun. with all of the homework done i should have more time to play with ev, to hang out with nickle and to laze about. and study. i'll study a bunch. a lot a lot.

ok. i'm done going to the bathroom now, so i'll finish up with this verbal defecation too. i'll post more and better, i promise.

pieces.

nick.

i just got sick of it...

2006-04-06T01:19:00.000-07:00

i deleted my old blog.
i didn't like the feel of it, so i just straight deleted.
i don't feel like writing much right now, i've got school in the morning and should go to sleep.
so let me go right now.
i'll write more during Dimensions of Health.
it's the bomb-diggity-dog.
good night.