I'm so gangster, I'm so thug ...

I went to the gym. No particular regiment. Just squats, deadlifts, bench presses, shoulder presses, curls, and pull-ups.

My mommy and I ate at Rubios. The cashier was really jackoffable. She's a light skinned Latina with dark, curly hair in a pony tail. I haven't been able to bust a #3 lately since it's been so cold. But she's in the queue in my database whenever I do bust a #3 again. Too bad I forgot her name. I would've loved to scream it out.

I ended the night with Glee. I love the parallelism in this show's storytelling.

Reba McEntire covering Beyonce's If I Were a Boy

Stefanie called to invite me to a stage production of Peter Pan next week. I haven't talked to her and Eugene since Anime Expo last July. (See entry 7/1/10.) My TV in my room, which hasn't worked in a while (it's very old), is suddenly working again. Weird. WWE RAW was cool. Eugene visited. I randomly found a video of Reba McEntire covering Beyonce's If I Were a Boy:

Chocolate lip gloss

They had just busted out the hookah when I got to Chris and Heather's last night. The usual people (sans Arlene) were there even though there was no apparent reason for a party. Oh well. I was about to videotape Lauren blowing smoke into Chris' mouth, but ...

CHRIS: You can't film this! I'll get in trouble!

• I randomly remembered how last week when Arlene was complaining about her boy troubles, Heather nominated Tim and I as being "good in bed." (HEATHER: [To me] I just figured that if you sucked I would've heard something by now.)
• I confessed to Tim and Heather my whole debacle with Georgia from last week. (See entry 11/21/10.)

TIM: Damn it, Ryan! You are up 2 [losses] and 0 [wins]! I still haven't forgotten about the Yellow Power Ranger! (See entry 7/1/10.) You need to step it up!

HEATHER: Do I need to come to Glendale and bag that bitch for you?
TIM: She will do it!

• Jared took the kids to go toilet-papering.
• Jared mentioned that although marijuana-smoking is common among Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (BJJ) practictioners, there's a type of strong coffee - but he can't remember the name - that negates the effects. (Mental note: My Capoeira teacher, Andres, might know.)
• I shared my college story of trying to spar while high and how, despite having my hands up, my opponent was aiming at the openings and I was just staring at the kicks coming towards my head.
• Tim, Jared, and I were discussing creatine and pre-workout supplements and concluded that MR1, N.O. X-Plode, and Jacked 3D (or Jack3d) were the best.
• Blue Moon + Guinness = Black & Blue, a.k.a. a Rihanna.
• Heather let her 13-year-old Cameron try the hookah. Then I turned my video camera to Vicky, her oldest kid ...

RYAN: What do you think about that?
VICKY: It's not surprising.

Heather complained that Vicky had told her that she can't think of anything worse than to end up like her. Vicky immediately hugged her and everyone was like, "Yeah, you better hug her!"

Vicky considers herself the babysitter to her parents. Heather began playing Freestyle's Don't Stop the Rock ...

RYAN: They were playing this in Miami, Spring Break 2006! And then I started going like this ... [Does a Bboy top rock.] And I was on E.
[Vicky was standing behind me. Whoops.]
HEATHER: It's OK. I think she's known for years.

• I was telling Cameron and his 14-year-old friend (going on 15) about how I was 14 when I was at college parties due to my older cousins who were then in college. Chris came outside and Cameron and his friend threw the hookah back on the table before Chris yelled at them to go to bed.
• Heather was bragging about her chocolate lip gloss. She kissed Jared so that he could try it. Then my big mouth was like, "Chocolate?" So then Heather kissed me and was like, "Lick your lips." Yes, it was chocolate. But that killed any ability of getting a boner for maybe the next couple of days because that kind of stuff with close friends is always weird.
• The party ended when Vicky threatened to sleep in the car because the music was loud. Chris, Jared, Tim, Heather and I went upstairs to watch movies ... But I fell asleep.

My Facebook status at 6:52AM read:

You know what's cool about driving home from partying at this hour? No traffic. Good night.

Went to bed at 7:00AM ... but mommy woke me up to go to church at noon. Mommy and I spent Sunday doing groceries at Costco with Auntie Bella and eating dinner at T.G.I. Friday's.

Impromptu party

I was at the mall flaunting my Gryffindor uniform (from Harry Potter) and random 'lil Asian girl stuck two thumbs up at me as she jollily said, "Nice tie! Nice tie." Aww. Cute.

And then Tim called me through Mark's phone ...

TIM: What are you doing?
RYAN: I'm at the mall.
TIM: Well, get out of there and come to Chris and Heather's.
RYAN: What's going on.
TIM: Nothing. Mark's here, Jared's here, Johnny's [Goa] here, we're drinking ...

Leaving now.

Bon Temps Football

Some stores at the mall opened at 1:00AM. Some at 3:00AM.

I walked into Hot Topic, wearing my Gryffindor uniform (from Harry Potter) and was greeted by some employee chick whom I've never seen before, but apparently she's seen me ...

EMPLOYEE CHICK: Nice outfit! We've got Harry Potter stuff here! [Points to the stuff she's standing next to.] Did you see the movie?
RYAN: I saw it at midnight.
EMPLOYEE CHICK: I think I saw you earlier that day buying stuff.
RYAN: It probably was me.
EMPLOYEE CHICK: You were with a girl.
RYAN: That wasn't me.

D'oh! Can't believe I fell for that pick-up line. She was testing to see whether or not I would reply with something like, "Yeah, that was my girlfriend," to figure out whether or not I was taken. She's not ugly, but I'd still prefer beer goggles to get through it if I absolutely had to do her.

RYAN: Any Black Friday sales?
EMPLOYEE CHICK: Our rock tees are 2 for $25.
RYAN: Does that include Taylor Swift? Don't hate.
EMPLOYEE CHICK: Yes, it does.

I finally got that "Bon Temps Football" shirt (from True Blood) as it was finally on clearance. And a new Harry Potter shirt. Georgia (the "substitute" in my database whenever Jazz isn't working at Red Robin) saw me as I was coming out of the fitting room and briefly smiled. I got a boner.

Actually, due to the busy circumstances, I noticed a lot of employees whom I've never noticed before.

RYAN: What time did you guys open?
EMPLOYEE CHICK AND SOME DUDE: 4 [o'clock]!
RYAN: I'm looking at everybody and it looks like nobody slept.
DUDE: No. Nobody slept!

I went to Simi Valley to record Paul and Martha's band. The same jackoffable chick who guards the door was there. Yay database! So was that bartender Trish. Score again! But some dude named Marlon who was my classmate in my old Capoeira group during my CSUN days was there and recognized me. Sweet.

And just like last time, a FREE pitcher of Sam Adams on tap. I shared it with Paul and Martha's son Khan, who told me of a place that illegally sells 4Lokos.

KHAN: (Drunkenly on the phone with homeboys) Te amo. [Silence.] Say it back. Te amo. [Silence.] C'mon, say it back!

Thanksgiving 2010

Family came over to the house as usual. I ate a lot.

Taylor Swift's Back to December mashed up with One Republic's Apologize = Taylor Lautner

Still putting off returning to Capoeira training. Today my excuse is that I was busy preparing for Thanksgiving. But I practiced on my own at the gym again.

Oh yeah, Taylor Swift performed at the American Music Awards last Sunday her latest single Back to December, which she wrote about my "doppelganger" Taylor Lautner, a.k.a. Jacob Black from Twilight. She put to rest any debate on the song's subject when she mashed it up at the end with One Republic's Apologize, which Lautner has been known to lip-sync.

Just the Way You Are

I'm starting to forget Glee is a comedy with this ongoing dark "closet-gay bullying open-gay to the point of death threat" story arch. But on the bright side, tonight's episode had them covering some guy named Bruno Mars whose song Just the Way You Are has been on the radio lately.

Still putting off Capoeira

I was finally going to return to Capoeira today, but I'm so sore from practicing last night. Busted a #3 to Georgia (the "substitute" in my database for Jazz), then Leah (the "substitute" for Georgia), and that blond chick from last Saturday night. Ended the night with WWE RAW.

Just for that, I got your teasing smile included in my database and I'm doing you next when I bust a #3 ... and it's going to be rough!

Jazz wasn't working at Red Robin, so I went to Hot Topic. I was dressed in my Gryffindor uniform looking at Harry Potter stuff, and sidetracked making sure that that the "annoying chick" didn't see me to tease me about being there too often, when IRONICALLY Georgia (the substitute in my database whenever Jazz isn't working) snuck up on me ...

GEORGIA: It's like you live here, which isn't a bad thing.
RYAN: (Caught off guard) It's Harry Potter season. You got some cool stuff.
GEORGIA: (Teasing) Oh don't use Harry Potter as an excuse. You're always here.

I try to blah blah blah back and forth with her, but was so not ready that I freaked out and left! (Rage-induced emo scream into the night) AHHHHH! That's it! Just for that, I got your teasing smile included in my database and I'm doing you next when I bust a #3 ... and it's going to be rough!

My mommy and I ate dinner at Outback Steakhouse. Then I went to the gym late at night to practice my Capoeira and do some light calisthenics.

Force Factor might be the next thing I buy

MARK: [Mutters something while I'm talking to Arlene.]
RYAN: What?
ERICA: [Mutters something.]
RYAN: (Approaching Mark and Erica) What?
MARK: I said, "Get that!" (Referring to Arlene.)

Chris' Birthday party last night:

• Chris and Heather bought the winter flavors of Sam Adams that I've never tried before.
• Jared was wasted as soon as I got there ... and even jokingly copped a feel ... of my groin. Whoa. And then he passed out face down on the floor as a blanket was placed over him.
• I broke the news to everyone that 4Lokos were banned that day. Heather then gave me her last 4Loko to take home. Aw.
• Explained the extent of my camera addiction with how I was once in Las Vegas and turned down a girl because my camera was broken.

TIMMY: Do I need to keep tabs on you?
RYAN: Yes.
TIMMY: At least you're honest.

I continued the tradition of taking pics next to a passed out Chris, which was previously done with Kat's boyfriend Shaun, but this year with Heather and Arlene.

TIMMY: [Arlene] likes Will.
HEATHER: She likes everybody!
RYAN: She liked me on Halloween.
HEATHER: Everyone likes Ryan! My married friend Nicky likes Ryan! [Author's note: Yay self esteem!]

Chris and Heather have a coworker named Christine who's in love with Chris brother Jason and been depressed for the past two years that he doesn't feel the same way. Christine is taller than us, half Irish and half Mexican, with blue eyes. Arlene and I were keeping her company outside. Mark walked in and walked away with the "I'm not gonna cockblock" look, probably thinking I was going for a threesome. Arlene then left us alone as Christine drunkenly told me her life story. She was then holding my hand and kissing it as Arlene watched and gave me this look that made me wonder, "What kind of [love] triangle did I just fall into?" Then Christine kissed me before she left.

RYAN: (Whispering) OK, don't make a big deal out of it. Christine kissed me.
HEATHER: WHAT?!
[Everyone looks]

I left with a bag of Heather's last 4Loko and some assorted Sam Adams beer. Got home at 4:00AM.

Today I picked up Tiwat to go to meet up at Michael's house in Simi Valley to then go to Michael's friend's place to watch UFC 123. There was some blond chick there with slightly curly hair and a cute face who's now in my database. Anyway, Force Factor might be the next supplement I buy after my boy BJ Penn, who endorses it, knocked out Matt Hughes in less than half-a-minute! Tiwat and I caught up on last night's Smallville afterward.

In my Gryffindor uniform

RYAN: Chicks be checkin' me out as I walked by. I think it's the [Gryffindor] tie.

Last night, I met up with Brazilian Jesse from Capoeira, who I haven't see since before I last left for the Philippines, in line in the alley next to the AMC 16. He made a new friend in line, a chick named Ally dressed in a shirt and Gryffindor tie. She's aight-looking.

ALLY: Ally.
JESSE: I'm Jesse.
RYAN: Jacob.
[Jesse smiles at me.]
RYAN: It's a nickname.
ALLY: I think I can guess why.

ALLY: I'm gonna call you Jacob.

When Ally's friend Kate and Jesse's friends arrived, they saved our places in line as Ally, Jesse, and I walked to Coffee Bean for hot chocolate and coffee.

RYAN: Hey, we got that trio theme going on like Harry, Ron and Hermione! The rest of the night:

• Ally even had us jay-walk. How bad ass.
• We were let inside two hours before start time. Mental note: Next time, sneak in beer.
• Played a few games of "telephone."
• Added Ally on Facebook through my phone.
• I was the only one that WHOO'd during The Green Lantern trailer when it first mentioned the words "Green Lantern." In the darkness, I could feel everyone's "WTF" looks toward me as Jesse laughed in my support.
• The random chicks in the 4th and 6th seats to my right are in my database.
• There was an inside joke about Twilight!
• Ron had a hallucination of Harry and Hermione having sex! It was CGI naked, but still good for PG-13.

I got to bed at 5:00AM.

I spent the day practicing my guitar in an O.C.D. manner before guitar practice, watched some Degrassi, circled around the Red Robin and got Jazz in my database, and bought Chris' Birthday present at Spencer's. Some chick at Spencer's, whose name tag red "Louisa," noted my Gryffindor uniform (but with jeans).

LOUISA: Did you just get back from watching Harry Potter?
RYAN: I saw it at midnight.
LOUISA: I did too. I didn't dress up, but I saw it. Did you just not go home yet?
RYAN: I slept in my clothes.

I picked out a shirt that read "Let's drink and make bad choices." I explained to that Louisa chick how Chris drunkenly went down on Kat (see entry 7/24/10). Louisa suggested I wear a helmet and a [groin] cup in case Heather flips.

Mommy told me to bring kakanin (purple rice cake) to Chris and Heather's. Now it's off to their place to party.

Milestone: My FIRST Harry Potter midnight showing! Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1!

I stopped by Hot Topic. Leah - who's the "substitute" in my database for her coworker Georgia, who in turn is the "substitute" whenever Jazz isn't working at Red Robin - was working. She looked cranky, but ... It looked good on her! And she still managed to sound helpful when I asked about new Harry Potter merchandise, or "merch" as she put it shortly. She also wore a fake-looking leather jacket over some Boondock Saints shirt. She's back in my database.

Too bad I had to miss dinner with Tito Alex (whose brother's wife is the cousin on Jinkee Pacquiao, a.k.a. Manny Pacquiao's wife) who stopped by Los Angeles briefly from the Pacquiao-Margarito fight in Texas. But I had to get ready for the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1.

There were no jackoffable chicks tonight

I participated in a sample law class at an open house at the Glendale University of Law. I'll be honest, it's their snacks that get me coming back. But I can't believe there were no jackoffable chicks tonight! The closest was some brunette with her hair tied back and bangs curled on a curling iron. I could actually see her makeup and smell her perfume as she walked by. Too high maintenance.

Prior to that, I ate dinner at Rubios across the street. The cashier was some chick who I've seen there before. Her name tag says "Olivia." She was aight. Some minor acne, which is common on the younger ones. I like how, in the corner of my eye, I could see her waiting for me to make eye contact with her so she could say, "Bye. Have a nice night." I suppose she could get on the waiting list for my database, just because she showed interest and she's not ugly.

Manny Pacquiao's trainer Freddy Roach guest starred on tonight's episode of The Ultimate Fighter.

Make'em Laugh

It's awesome when I wake up earlier than usual. I went to AMC 16 in Burbank to buy my ticket for the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows! It will be my first time watching a HP movie at it's midnight premiere. Brazilian Jesse from Capoeira and his friends will be joining.

I busted a #3 to Lindsay, the waitress from Outback Steakhouse last Sunday. (See entry 11/14/10.)

I went to the mall not expecting anything ... and Jazz was working at Red Robin. I haven't seen her work a Tuesday shift in many months. Looked around, made sure no one was looking, and reached down my pants for the discreet victory yoink!

I went to Hot Topic. That annoying chick was there. She was alone and so was stuck at the cash register, which allowed me to hide behind the racks as I shopped undetected.

The new episode of Glee was cool.

Finally got to bust a #3 to Michelle Margarito

Finally got to bust a #3 to Michelle Margarito. She was good.

Mommy and I went to Costco to buy more water and finally print out my headshots. But I have to resize my headshots. I got some Joint Juice and the addictive Brookside Dark Chocolate Acai with Blueberry (see entry 10/28/10) for myself.

Some old guy with a heavy armenian accent was trying to yell at us for "blocking" his car's path as he tried to enter the wrong way in our one-way lane. I, as the kids say, El-Oh-El'd. Can they get any dumber?

Tonight's WWE RAW was epic as a 3-hour "Old School" themed episode.

Parading the Manny Pacquiao shirt at the mall ... and cockblocked by the escalators!

I wore my Pacquiao shirt to the mall simply to walk around flexing my pectoral muscles underneath. Some older white guy with a wife and daughter did a double take, kept walking, then finally turned back to ask me, "Did he win last night?" Yup!

And then I was actually cockblocked by the escalators. My absentminded ass got on to go down and on the parallel escalator to go up ... was Jazz! I didn't see her until literally the midpoint when we might've locked eyes! In a perfect world, I would've seen her get on before I stepped on, waited for her to get to the top, finally had the chance to talk to her when she's not busy, maybe borrowed Morgan's suggested line ("Hey, you don't know it, but we've been going out for a while now"), and she would've been so flattered that she would've had me walk her to her car and bow chicka wow wow ...

But nooo! In the real world, a little absentmindedness can cost you! And the escalators pulled us apart ... literally.

Then went to Hot Topic. The only dude who works there (lucky bastard) saw my shirt and went on about how he wishes he could've watched the fight, but had to work. And then the annoying chick had to interrogate me as always ...

ANNOYING CHICK: You're always here!
RYAN: What are you talking about? (I actually haven't been there in days.)
ANNOYING CHICK: I see you walking by!
(I can't believe she actually pays attention to me walking outside.)

Mommy and I ate at Outback Steakhouse. Our waitress' name was Lindsay (or "Lindsay L" as the receipt would say). She was an older white chick, brown hair with bangs and a short ponytail, and an accent that might've been midwestern. She was so nice. I even had to accept her suggestion of some apple pie-like desert. Mental note: I tried mango + cherry syrup iced tea and it was "meh." But pomegranate + huckleberry syrup tea was bomb!

Anyway, I remember watching Lindsay kneel down to wipe something. Her kneeling position, along with the audio of her midwestern accent, is now in my database.

LINDSAY: Hope to see you two again. Ask for Lindsay.

Will do.

Manny Pacquiao beating Antonio Margarito = me busting a #3 to Michelle Margarito

Finally, I did my 21st day of my current weight-lifting regiment at the gym today. That means I get to start a regiment, like I do every 21 days! And that ends my creatine cycle.

I went to cousins Janine and Jillian's house to watch the Manny Pacquiao fight. Urgh ... I was supposed to be in Pac-Man's entourage for this fight, but I couldn't travel to Texas. (I found out during my last visit to the Philippines that Uncle Ramon's brother Arnold's wife is the couisin of Jinkee Pacquiao, Pac-Man's wife. In case you were wondering what the connection was.)

Antonio Margarito, his opponent, has a hot wife. She's in my database. Pac-Man won of course.

Uncle Lando invited me to go shoot guns with them on Thursday. Normally an asshole for the past few years, I've noticed he's been nice lately. Probably because dad died. And Auntie Carisse's sister gave me a new Pacquiao shirt.

Leche flan never gets old

I did cardio at the gym.

I'm starting to develop OCD from guitar practice.

I had to miss tonight's new episode of Smallville as my mommy, who has to work on Fridays, sent me to represent her at Auntie Carissa's mom's Birthday party. Tiwat also had to miss it as he had to go to the wake of one of his recently deceased friends.

But first, I stopped by the mall to do reconnaissance around the Red Robin. Jazz was working and I caught her smiling at something, I don't know what, but don't care as long as her smile is renewed in my database. I also heard her greeting some customers, so I got her audio in my database as well. I looked around, made sure no one was looking, and reached down my pants for the quick victory yoink.

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And the significance of the above numbers will be my lil' secret.

Holy crap I had the best dream ever last night. I dreamt I was having sex with MILF pornstar Bailey O'Dare. In the dream, she has a husband (though I don't know if she has one in real life) who's pushing my pelvic area into her. Best married couple ever, even if it was just a dream.

I also had a second dream where my old friend AJ and I took a tour of Edenhurst street in Atwater and looked for the cross street where in real life we used to fight with the neighborhood kids. But in the dream, for some reason Edenhurst ended in a culdesac (but it doesn't in real life) and the cross streets were blocked off by wooden fences. I need a dream interpreter.

End dreams.

I did my 20th day at the gym. Then I helped mommy with laundry at the laundromat. I was eating my dinner from Cafe Bravo while sitting on top of a laundry machine when I noticed this older woman. White chick in a tanktop and brown hair with bangs. Not too much makeup. She's in my database.

Back to December

Skipped the gym today because I was still too sore.

The Country Music Awards were on tonight. Taylor Swift debuted her new song Back to December, which she wrote about my doppelganger Taylor Lautner, a.k.a. Twilight's Jacob Black.

Glee is now every homophobe's worst nightmare

My "not necessarily lazy, but cardio-hating" ass finally did cardio at the gym today.

I stayed at home the whole day to continue studying for the LSAT. It seems I concentrate better at home than at Barnes & Noble where my frequent breaks are doing database runs. But that didn't stop me from taking a study break to bust a #3 to that butterface (see entry 11/5/10), only because we both like Harry Potter and she's not exactly ugly.

I ended the night with a new episode of Glee. But WHOA! Holy plot twist, Batman: The homophobic jock-bully came out when he snapped and forced a kiss on the gay guy he'd been bullying throughout the entire series, albeit denying it afterward. I can't wait for the prudes to rant as usual.

Annoying chick must really like me

I did my 19th day at the gym.

I was about to go to guitar practice when Vahik rescheduled again since his wife, who broke her leg last time, was having complications. That means I could've returned to Capoeira training today, but was not mentally prepared.

I walked by Hot Topic at the mall, saw the annoying chick was there, she smiled at me right as I was pretending not to have looked inside, kept walking, and ended the night with the usual Monday WWE RAW.

Leftovers of German sausages from last night are still good

I woke up to go to church and found that I had slept through a text message from Allison, a.k.a. Allison from Palmdale. I had texted her last night (See entry 11/6/10):

Hi raver buddy. Mark and I are smoking hookah right now since that's the most we can legally do since prop 19 didn't get passed. Just drunk/hookah texting now.

She replied:

just get a medical license for 40 bones!

I skipped the gym today. Naughty me. Mommy and I ate dinner at Granville.

Saturday (Like that movie Friday, but starring Mark and I, and set in Glendale)

I bought milk and lots of water at Costco. Some old white lady wanted to fight me because she wanted my parking spot when I wasn't leaving yet.

I walked around the Red Robin. Jazz was working. Reached down my pants for a quick victory yoink.

Mark came over. From there, we headed to the Red Lion Tavern, where it's like Oktoberfest all year round, in Silver Lake for German food and German beer. Mark whispered to me that the older blond chick sitting adjacent to him had been checking me out.

RYAN: I'd hit it.
MARK: She smokes. Does it bother you?
RYAN: As long as I'm not facing her while doing her.

She's in my database. Also, the bartender was a brunette with really curly hair and minimal makeup with a cute face.

RYAN: I'd hit it.
MARK: Me too. And this ain't beer goggles yet.

The bartender also shared that "Spaten" was German for "shovel." We asked only because we needed her audio in our database.

MARK: There were real German chicks that showed up here when Germany was playing in the World Cup. And they were wearing those outfits that showed off their tits.
RYAN: Next time, invite me.
MARK: I didn't know you were into soccer!
RYAN: I'm not.

We got lost trying to find the strip club on Fletcher Drive afterward that we just went to my house and smoked hookah and experimented with Facebook. My status was then updated:

Mark Pot and I just figured out by ourselves for the first time, while smoking hookah right now, how to tag people in our statuses. (Like so.) Seriously, only right now. While smoking hookah as I type this. Pass the hookah, Mark Pot!

Later I busted a #3 to the bartender.

Hand sex with the new butterface

I did my 18th day at the gym.

I showed up to guitar practice to find out that Vahik's wife had to be taken to the emergency room right before I arrived. She fell down and broke her leg.

Jazz wasn't working at Red Robin. Boo. So I went to Hot Topic. I was wearing my Harry Potter Hermione shirt. Georgia, the substitute for my database whenever Jazz isn't working was there. Score. BUT there's been this butterface (you know, "but her face") who's been working there. (See entry 8/14/10.) Not the same butterface that I've only mentioned once many months ago and who has quit since then.

BUTTERFACE: [Offers high five.]

And she goes on this rant about how the AMC in Burbank has a deal where anyone with a Costco card could get two tickets for its first showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for $50, but she doesn't have a Costco card nor $50, how more people been coming in lately for Harry Potter merchandise, blah, blah, blah ...

BUTTERFACE: Did you get that shirt here?
RYAN: Yeah. Apparently no one was buying these. You sold it to me for $5.
BUTTERFACE'S COWORKER: There's a reason for that!
BUTTERFACE: Shut up! She hate's Harry Potter. She gives me crap for it.
RYAN: But that was the best $5 ever.
BUTTERFACE: You got a better deal than me. I got it for $10 and it was already on clearance, so you got the clearance clearance.

Meanwhile, I was checking out Georgia in her striped tights under her short shorts and her hair up with these cat-ears headband. But now that the butterface and I have something in common, all of a sudden she's not exactly ugly. And high-fiving, or skin-to-skin contact, while sharing a brain frequency of enthusiasm for Harry Potter is, like, hand sex.

I went home to watch a new episode of Smallville.

Like a big shot

Just a chill day studying at Barnes & Noble. My mommy was treating her coworker for her Birthday at Cheesecake Factory, so I crashed. I tried their California Omelette for the first time. My mommy's coworker also mentioned she stumbled onto an IMDB page for me. It made me feel like a big shot, even if only one movie (The Forgotten Jewel) is listed in my credits so far.

The kids learned a new word today: Creatine

I did my 17th day at the gym.

I finally visited my Capoeira group since I've been back. Andres was teaching a bunch of little kids Brazilian Jujitsu (BJJ). I watched one of our little girls tap out one of the little boys with a rear naked choke. It was awesome. Others present: Diana, Louis, Carlito, Mexican Jesse, Jesse's girlfriend, and the dog Naya. I was wearing my Harry Potter Hermione shirt. Andres and I both agree Emma Watson's hot.

DIANA: (Checking out my biceps) Were you working out while you were in the Philippines?
RYAN: I just took a bunch of creatine.
ANDRES: Ooh, creatine ... That's that borderline stuff.

Matt would later tell me that creatine's no longer "borderline" since it actually is banned in a lot of organized sports. I feel like I'm on steroids now.

Jay Leno

Busted a #3 to Jessica and the manager from the Halloween store. Voted "yes" on Prop 19 in the California Election, which would've legalized marijuana in the state for recreational use. It failed. Boo. I saw Jay Leno at the Americana and updated my Facebook status accordingly:

Walked by Jay Leno. Nodded, "What's up." He nodded back. Everyone's all star struck. [Yawn.] Continued on my way to to the ol' ultraviolent.

Then just a chill night studying at Barnes & Noble. I caught a new episode of Eastbound & Down.

My doppelganger in my room

I did my 16th day at the gym.

I went to the Halloween store to capitalize on the ridiculous discounts the day after Halloween. Jessica hasn't worked since last Friday. Darn it. I guess that's the last I'll see her. Oh well. She lives on in my database. But at least the manager was there (see entry 9/30/10).

I bought a life size cardboard standup of my doppelganger, Taylor Lautner as Twilight's Jacob Black, at 50% off.

Then met with mommy at the laundromat. I ate Kentucky Fried Chicken while doing laundry.