WWE accidentally distributed their new Sin Cara shirt until noticing (whether as a bad joke) that there was a penis on the design and immediately discontinuing it, insisting on refunding everyone who ordered it! I can't stop laughing hysterically.
I watched last night's Glee online.
I went to Jamba Juice at the Americana for $1 Oatmeal Wednesdays. But on the way there, I randomly walked into the True Religion Brand Jeans store. I was staring at what I thought was a mannequin when I got freaked out as the "mannequin" suddenly smiled at me. But aside from the almost pale skin, holy crap, this was the cutest orange-haired chick I've seen in a while. She was shorter than me like all cute chicks should be. Her eyes were a shade of either green or blue. And she had a hoop nose ring on the left bridge. (Mental note: the only name of jeans that I comprehended her telling me about was the new "chain link" style.) She is so in the database.
Anyway, I tried the apple cinnamon topping today on my $1 oatmeal.
I ended the night with a new episode of The Ultimate Fighter.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Schism of 1054
I went to the gym.
Dana was working at Lush. I finally walked in to inquire if there was any type of conditioner made with no alcohol. But Dana was busy with other customers and I was pressed for time. Cock block. I had to ask some other worker since I had already walked in. Ah well. Dana's still renewed in the database.
Mommy and I ate at Thai BBQ for dinner - Pad Thai, chicken, and Tom Yum Goong soup. And of course Thai Iced Tea for me. The waiter always translates the generic parts of the names to Tagalog. Funny.
I saw Johnny at the mall ... and then later at the Americana across the street because that wolfpac telepathy has us traveling on the same paths. Apparently her was high on Black Friday and planned to steal video games, but ended up stealing a toilet seat!
I ended the night with a live episode of WWE Smackdown.
Dana was working at Lush. I finally walked in to inquire if there was any type of conditioner made with no alcohol. But Dana was busy with other customers and I was pressed for time. Cock block. I had to ask some other worker since I had already walked in. Ah well. Dana's still renewed in the database.
Mommy and I ate at Thai BBQ for dinner - Pad Thai, chicken, and Tom Yum Goong soup. And of course Thai Iced Tea for me. The waiter always translates the generic parts of the names to Tagalog. Funny.
I saw Johnny at the mall ... and then later at the Americana across the street because that wolfpac telepathy has us traveling on the same paths. Apparently her was high on Black Friday and planned to steal video games, but ended up stealing a toilet seat!
I ended the night with a live episode of WWE Smackdown.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Cyber Monday
I had a dream last night that the dogs visited me. End of dream.
I went shopping for gloves today at the mall. I hit up JC Penney, Macy's, Express, and Boarders. I'll probably get the leather ones at JC Penney's. I did hit up Hot Topic, though, despite my stalker being there. But I avoided her by strategically having my back turned the whole time as I browsed through the small selection of mittens. Holy crap, this book-nerd-looking new cashier, who looked normal when I first saw her about a month ago, is visibly pregnant now. She's not ugly, but she's the last chick I ever expected would get knocked up.
The Adele look-alike was working at the iPlay N Talk vendor booth, this time at the Americana location across the street. She was bending over to look for something. She has a nice bend, perfect for hypothetical situations, you know.
I ended the night with WWE RAW.
I went shopping for gloves today at the mall. I hit up JC Penney, Macy's, Express, and Boarders. I'll probably get the leather ones at JC Penney's. I did hit up Hot Topic, though, despite my stalker being there. But I avoided her by strategically having my back turned the whole time as I browsed through the small selection of mittens. Holy crap, this book-nerd-looking new cashier, who looked normal when I first saw her about a month ago, is visibly pregnant now. She's not ugly, but she's the last chick I ever expected would get knocked up.
The Adele look-alike was working at the iPlay N Talk vendor booth, this time at the Americana location across the street. She was bending over to look for something. She has a nice bend, perfect for hypothetical situations, you know.
I ended the night with WWE RAW.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Buy one, get one free
Cousin Andree had her Birthday lunch at A&W Seafood.
I hit up the nearby Northridge mall afterward. I can't believe the dudes from the Christian clothing store actually remember me. Next to it was a Hickory Farms kiosk. I got more free samples. Highlight: At that Hot Topic, I saw independent pro-wrestler Nikki, whom I last saw Boxing at the secluded gym lil' Jon invited me to train at one time. (See entry 4/23/11.) She says she doesn't work in SoCal anymore. She's in the database out of nostalgia.
I returned to the Jewel City to hit up a "Buy One, Get One Free" sale at Foreign Exchange in the mall. However, pressed for time, but showing off my discipline, I hit up the gym beforehand. Although, the mall had a special closing time of 9:00PM. (Normally, the mall closes at 7:00PM on Sundays.) I ended up still at the store after closing time, taking my time in the dressing room. I bought a new coat and a vest, both of which would normally break three digits in price, but not with the "Buy One, Get One Free" sale.
At the Americana, the Adele look-alike was working at that location's iPlay N Talk vendor booth. She's renewed in the database.
At Barnes & Noble, I was looking at a Men's Health book of fifteen-minute workouts when the security guard recommended a Men's Health diet book. I have to admit, the latter may be more valuable knowledge. But applying the instruction of both books, one would look like - as they say in British slang - the sex! Oh, and the ethnically ambiguous Monica is renewed in the database.
I hit up the nearby Northridge mall afterward. I can't believe the dudes from the Christian clothing store actually remember me. Next to it was a Hickory Farms kiosk. I got more free samples. Highlight: At that Hot Topic, I saw independent pro-wrestler Nikki, whom I last saw Boxing at the secluded gym lil' Jon invited me to train at one time. (See entry 4/23/11.) She says she doesn't work in SoCal anymore. She's in the database out of nostalgia.
I returned to the Jewel City to hit up a "Buy One, Get One Free" sale at Foreign Exchange in the mall. However, pressed for time, but showing off my discipline, I hit up the gym beforehand. Although, the mall had a special closing time of 9:00PM. (Normally, the mall closes at 7:00PM on Sundays.) I ended up still at the store after closing time, taking my time in the dressing room. I bought a new coat and a vest, both of which would normally break three digits in price, but not with the "Buy One, Get One Free" sale.
At the Americana, the Adele look-alike was working at that location's iPlay N Talk vendor booth. She's renewed in the database.
At Barnes & Noble, I was looking at a Men's Health book of fifteen-minute workouts when the security guard recommended a Men's Health diet book. I have to admit, the latter may be more valuable knowledge. But applying the instruction of both books, one would look like - as they say in British slang - the sex! Oh, and the ethnically ambiguous Monica is renewed in the database.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
You can get with this or you can get with that
I returned to Top Rocking today. We rocked to Black Sheep's The Choice Is Yours. Anti-authority was in full effect as we ignored the staff's five-minute warning and went overtime for a couple of minutes as they and the Lockin' teacher, who was scheduled to teach next, helplessly looked on. Eric at one point joked about how my improvised grapevine was in the music video for the song. In the end, he jokingly yelled at me - "I need more from you! You're the frontrunner!" - and then pushed Bop to confidently get more in the center. ("And I need you to get in there!")
In the lounge getting coffee afterward, there was this jackoffable french girl - long, curly blond hair, though with an almost-Jewish nose - dressed in gray sweat pants and a pink hooded sweater in a Hip Hop sort of way. She and her accent are in my database. Although I'll admit the only type of sex I'll ever have with a french girl is anger sex due to the hate crimes committed against Americans in france. And by "Americans," I mean me.
I went to Church, which is rare for me on a Saturday, because mommy told me to as we'll be busy for cousin Andree's Birthday tomorrow. I saw independent pro-wrestler The Awesome Plague, or Shannon as he untraditionally introduced himself by his real name when I last saw him. (See entry 1/30/11.)
At the mall, I got more free samples at Hickory Farms. The dude introduced himself as Andy. He's only been living in California for two months, originally from the Bronx - which I've suspected due to his accented pronunciation of "cheddar" - and looks white despite a Spanish parent. He mentioned how a wannabe wing-man once tried to introduce them both to girls as stuntmen, which didn't work, but is impressed that I can actually say it. He also told me of an old school Filipino singer/guitarist named Freddie Aguilar whose song Anak is "the best song in the world."
At Barnes & Noble, the ethnically ambiguous Monica stood next to me as I was kneeling down, checking out books on a lower shelf, as if she wanted me to orally copulate her. But later on, as I was skimming through Jujitsu books after the store was already closed and she found me hiding ...
MONICA: You know we're closed, right?
RYAN: I was waiting for you to say something.
MONICA: Oh, it's 11:04, so we're past closed. But thanks.
We spoke! That's, like, verbal sex!
But in a perfect world, she would've added to her last sentence, "But thanks ... for waiting for me to say something," followed by cheesy dialogue that would've had her leading me to an empty spot since the store was closed and bow chicka wow wow ...
At home, I busted a #3 to Becca from yesterday. (See entry 11/25/11.)
In the lounge getting coffee afterward, there was this jackoffable french girl - long, curly blond hair, though with an almost-Jewish nose - dressed in gray sweat pants and a pink hooded sweater in a Hip Hop sort of way. She and her accent are in my database. Although I'll admit the only type of sex I'll ever have with a french girl is anger sex due to the hate crimes committed against Americans in france. And by "Americans," I mean me.
I went to Church, which is rare for me on a Saturday, because mommy told me to as we'll be busy for cousin Andree's Birthday tomorrow. I saw independent pro-wrestler The Awesome Plague, or Shannon as he untraditionally introduced himself by his real name when I last saw him. (See entry 1/30/11.)
At the mall, I got more free samples at Hickory Farms. The dude introduced himself as Andy. He's only been living in California for two months, originally from the Bronx - which I've suspected due to his accented pronunciation of "cheddar" - and looks white despite a Spanish parent. He mentioned how a wannabe wing-man once tried to introduce them both to girls as stuntmen, which didn't work, but is impressed that I can actually say it. He also told me of an old school Filipino singer/guitarist named Freddie Aguilar whose song Anak is "the best song in the world."
At Barnes & Noble, the ethnically ambiguous Monica stood next to me as I was kneeling down, checking out books on a lower shelf, as if she wanted me to orally copulate her. But later on, as I was skimming through Jujitsu books after the store was already closed and she found me hiding ...
MONICA: You know we're closed, right?
RYAN: I was waiting for you to say something.
MONICA: Oh, it's 11:04, so we're past closed. But thanks.
We spoke! That's, like, verbal sex!
But in a perfect world, she would've added to her last sentence, "But thanks ... for waiting for me to say something," followed by cheesy dialogue that would've had her leading me to an empty spot since the store was closed and bow chicka wow wow ...
At home, I busted a #3 to Becca from yesterday. (See entry 11/25/11.)
Friday, November 25, 2011
What Happens at the Party
I went to the mall shortly after 2:00AM. The manager was working at Hot Topic. I bought two WWE shirts - John Cena's new "Rise Above Hate" and CM Punk's "Best in the World" - at a "buy one get one half off" deal and a True Blood shirt on clearance at $4.99. AND the store was passing out random cards with scratch-able surfaces, mine revealing that I received an additional 15% off. I spent a little under 40%. At some point, the music in the sound system changed.
MANAGER: Hey, who changed the music!
RYAN: [Laughs for moral support.]
MANAGER: [Rolls eyes at whoever changed the music to acknowledge my moral support.]
The cashier, a good kid, was apparently taking a little too long that the manager, like a boss, told him and the other that transactions are to take only a minute. She seems like the type who'd be on top in a hypothetical horizontal situation. Finally, after over a year of not having a name tag on whenever I checked for one, she wore one today and it read "Carissa." I am so happy to have something to scream out.
I apologized to the kid in case it was my numerous questions that took too long and he waved it off as if it was nothing, like in an anti-authority manner.
This chick named Evaine, who was my sever at Red Robin earlier this month, was shopping there as well. (See entry 11/4/11.) She tried to see if I remembered her.
YVAINE: I was the one who said your eyes were nice.
She told me to come by the Red Robin at around 5:00PM when her shift starts, but I'm going to be finishing Thanksgiving leftovers for a while before I decide to go out to eat again. Apparently she's been working there for four years, but I would've never seen her because she had more of a lesser seen position until recently. But that tenure would also mean that would know Jazz. Maybe I should befriend her.
As I was leaving, the alarm rang. Great! a chance to talk to the manager ... er, I mean, Carissa.
MANAGER/CARISSA: You bought shirts, right? Let me make sure they didn't leave a sensor on.
It turns out that the cashier did and she scolded him for it. Poor emo anti-authority kid.
MANAGER/CARISSA: Sorry about that.
RYAN: So what time is everyone on this shift here 'til?
MANAGER/CARISSA: [Sigh.] Until when it's no longer busy ... which is the whole day!
We talked! Score!
The Adele look alike was working at the iPlay & Talk vendor booth, with her hair tied up in a ball looking like she just got out of bed. One can say it was like "pajama hair." She's renewed in the database.
Before going home, I got some more free samples from the Hickory Farms vendor space before the dude was supposed to be even allowed to start giving away free samples. Cool.
I drove home as the sun was coming up, Motorcycle's As the Rush Comes playing in my head. The sky reminded me of how I used to drive home from a rave. I went to bed at 6:00AM.
Late afternoon, on the way to Sport Authority in the neighboring city to the west, I visited that city's mall. I walked into the Hot Topic there (which unless otherwise noted refers to the branch in my local territory). Candice, formerly nicknamed a butterface and then later a fellow [Harry]Potterhead for about a year before I finally learned her name a couple of weeks ago, was working. I guess Carissa, formerly known as just the manager of the branch in my local territory until I finally learned her name at around 4-5:00AM this Black Friday morning, is slowly stealing me away as she smiles more while Candice nowadays is filled with more apathy whenever I see her. On the bright side, I learned a new song as it was blasted on the sound system: LMFAO's What Happens at the Party.
I walked by the Hickory Farms vendor space a few feet down when the bottle redhead with glasses from the last time, wearing a ponytail today, remembered me and reached her hand out. (See entry 11/16/11.) She remembered my name ... but was enthusiastic when I remembered hers - Becca. And then she made the following reference as she was giving me free samples:
BECCA: ... But you're a werewolf. You'll eat anything.
RYAN: Wait, did I say I was a werewolf last time? Or did you just guess that?
BECCA: No. I'm just good at guessing things!
Unfortunately, Sports Chalet had no sales on Vibram Five Fingers, nor did Sport Authority a few miles away.
I returned to my territory as it's mall was closing. Holy crap! The Adele look-alike, who opened this morning ... was still there for closing! How did she sleep?
At the Americana, walking out of Barnes & Noble were old friends who were two years my junior from high school: Armand, Marius (both of whom I was in Choir with), Josselle, and Cas. Armand still calls me "RyanMan." I love it.
I went to the gym late at night. On my way home, Dave (the teacher), saw me as he was driving around in his truck because he's rather do that than sleep early.
MANAGER: Hey, who changed the music!
RYAN: [Laughs for moral support.]
MANAGER: [Rolls eyes at whoever changed the music to acknowledge my moral support.]
The cashier, a good kid, was apparently taking a little too long that the manager, like a boss, told him and the other that transactions are to take only a minute. She seems like the type who'd be on top in a hypothetical horizontal situation. Finally, after over a year of not having a name tag on whenever I checked for one, she wore one today and it read "Carissa." I am so happy to have something to scream out.
I apologized to the kid in case it was my numerous questions that took too long and he waved it off as if it was nothing, like in an anti-authority manner.
This chick named Evaine, who was my sever at Red Robin earlier this month, was shopping there as well. (See entry 11/4/11.) She tried to see if I remembered her.
YVAINE: I was the one who said your eyes were nice.
She told me to come by the Red Robin at around 5:00PM when her shift starts, but I'm going to be finishing Thanksgiving leftovers for a while before I decide to go out to eat again. Apparently she's been working there for four years, but I would've never seen her because she had more of a lesser seen position until recently. But that tenure would also mean that would know Jazz. Maybe I should befriend her.
As I was leaving, the alarm rang. Great! a chance to talk to the manager ... er, I mean, Carissa.
MANAGER/CARISSA: You bought shirts, right? Let me make sure they didn't leave a sensor on.
It turns out that the cashier did and she scolded him for it. Poor emo anti-authority kid.
MANAGER/CARISSA: Sorry about that.
RYAN: So what time is everyone on this shift here 'til?
MANAGER/CARISSA: [Sigh.] Until when it's no longer busy ... which is the whole day!
We talked! Score!
The Adele look alike was working at the iPlay & Talk vendor booth, with her hair tied up in a ball looking like she just got out of bed. One can say it was like "pajama hair." She's renewed in the database.
Before going home, I got some more free samples from the Hickory Farms vendor space before the dude was supposed to be even allowed to start giving away free samples. Cool.
I drove home as the sun was coming up, Motorcycle's As the Rush Comes playing in my head. The sky reminded me of how I used to drive home from a rave. I went to bed at 6:00AM.
Late afternoon, on the way to Sport Authority in the neighboring city to the west, I visited that city's mall. I walked into the Hot Topic there (which unless otherwise noted refers to the branch in my local territory). Candice, formerly nicknamed a butterface and then later a fellow [Harry]Potterhead for about a year before I finally learned her name a couple of weeks ago, was working. I guess Carissa, formerly known as just the manager of the branch in my local territory until I finally learned her name at around 4-5:00AM this Black Friday morning, is slowly stealing me away as she smiles more while Candice nowadays is filled with more apathy whenever I see her. On the bright side, I learned a new song as it was blasted on the sound system: LMFAO's What Happens at the Party.
I walked by the Hickory Farms vendor space a few feet down when the bottle redhead with glasses from the last time, wearing a ponytail today, remembered me and reached her hand out. (See entry 11/16/11.) She remembered my name ... but was enthusiastic when I remembered hers - Becca. And then she made the following reference as she was giving me free samples:
BECCA: ... But you're a werewolf. You'll eat anything.
RYAN: Wait, did I say I was a werewolf last time? Or did you just guess that?
BECCA: No. I'm just good at guessing things!
Unfortunately, Sports Chalet had no sales on Vibram Five Fingers, nor did Sport Authority a few miles away.
I returned to my territory as it's mall was closing. Holy crap! The Adele look-alike, who opened this morning ... was still there for closing! How did she sleep?
At the Americana, walking out of Barnes & Noble were old friends who were two years my junior from high school: Armand, Marius (both of whom I was in Choir with), Josselle, and Cas. Armand still calls me "RyanMan." I love it.
I went to the gym late at night. On my way home, Dave (the teacher), saw me as he was driving around in his truck because he's rather do that than sleep early.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Throwing Down On Some Pie
I made some last minute additions, like a grownup, buying key lime pie and banana cream pie at Ralph's as well as chicken boillon and a bag of ice that did not fit in our freezer.
Everyone in the family showed up to our house for Thanksgiving with the exceptions of cousin-in-law Ameil, who had to work;baby now 10-year-old Matthew (not to be confused with THE Matthew, who's studying in Japan for the next year), who's in San Diego for some reason; and anyone else who lives in the Philippines. Mommy invited tita Lina.
I overheard mommy talking to tita Lina about trying to hook me up with this chick named Adriana who was at that modeling gig I did a month ago. (See entry 10/23/11.) I mean, on a positive note, I actually busted a #3 to that chick. But, urgh ... Mommy's actually at that phase where she's trying to initiate the courting system for me? (By the way, the courting system, last practiced last century, basically preceded the current dating system, but was still relevant in the Philippines not too long ago when my mommy was growing up.) Not cool!
And baby Tristan is so adorable as we discovered banana cream pie may now be his favorite.
Now I'm getting ready to hit up the mall at midnight for the pseudo holiday known as Black Friday.
Everyone in the family showed up to our house for Thanksgiving with the exceptions of cousin-in-law Ameil, who had to work;
I overheard mommy talking to tita Lina about trying to hook me up with this chick named Adriana who was at that modeling gig I did a month ago. (See entry 10/23/11.) I mean, on a positive note, I actually busted a #3 to that chick. But, urgh ... Mommy's actually at that phase where she's trying to initiate the courting system for me? (By the way, the courting system, last practiced last century, basically preceded the current dating system, but was still relevant in the Philippines not too long ago when my mommy was growing up.) Not cool!
And baby Tristan is so adorable as we discovered banana cream pie may now be his favorite.
Now I'm getting ready to hit up the mall at midnight for the pseudo holiday known as Black Friday.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Shorty is a Eenie Meenie Miney Mo Lover
I finally got to bust a #3 to that chick with an undeterminable accent at the craps table last Friday night in Las Vegas, who was totally oblivious that her nice nipples had popped out of her blouse while everyone silently laughed. (See entry 11/18/11.) Although, in retrospect, the accent was probably English, which is what I had to nickname her for the sake of something to scream out while finishing. "Engliiiiiiiish!"
The Adele look-alike was working at the iPlay & Talk vendor booth. She's renewed in my database.
I drank up Teavana's free samples. Again.
I got more free samples at the Hickory Farms vendor space again. The difference is that Hickory Farms is nice enough to insist that I come back to try something new everyday, whereas I have to be a ninja about it at the more hostile Teavana.
At Hot Topic, there's this new chick named Skylar who had turquoise hair when I first saw her about a month ago. It's brown now. She's aight in a subtle way.
Highlight: The sound system was playing Justin Bieber and Sean Kingston's Eenie Meenie. Suddenly, someone yelled, "This is my song!" I turned around out of curiosity. The manager had just walked in and it was most likely her. And then in an alternate reality, I was improvising a routine to what dancers call the 8 Count, performing for her in a rated PG stripper sort of way - if such a thing exist. I awoke in real life where she was renewed in the database as she walked by me and disappeared into the break room.
At Barnes & Noble, the ethnically ambiguous Monica had dyed her hair black, still rocking her pink geek chick glasses. The black hair looks OK on her. She just really needs to have a salon finally fix her hair out of that phase of being a weird shape, barely long enough to tie/clip back and too short to do anything else with it.
I went to Ralph's and, like a grownup, bought macaroni and then cheese, which I plan to make into macaroni & cheese, a.k.a. mac & cheese, from scratch.
The Adele look-alike was working at the iPlay & Talk vendor booth. She's renewed in my database.
I drank up Teavana's free samples. Again.
I got more free samples at the Hickory Farms vendor space again. The difference is that Hickory Farms is nice enough to insist that I come back to try something new everyday, whereas I have to be a ninja about it at the more hostile Teavana.
At Hot Topic, there's this new chick named Skylar who had turquoise hair when I first saw her about a month ago. It's brown now. She's aight in a subtle way.
Highlight: The sound system was playing Justin Bieber and Sean Kingston's Eenie Meenie. Suddenly, someone yelled, "This is my song!" I turned around out of curiosity. The manager had just walked in and it was most likely her. And then in an alternate reality, I was improvising a routine to what dancers call the 8 Count, performing for her in a rated PG stripper sort of way - if such a thing exist. I awoke in real life where she was renewed in the database as she walked by me and disappeared into the break room.
At Barnes & Noble, the ethnically ambiguous Monica had dyed her hair black, still rocking her pink geek chick glasses. The black hair looks OK on her. She just really needs to have a salon finally fix her hair out of that phase of being a weird shape, barely long enough to tie/clip back and too short to do anything else with it.
I went to Ralph's and, like a grownup, bought macaroni and then cheese, which I plan to make into macaroni & cheese, a.k.a. mac & cheese, from scratch.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Ranhei: (noun) a somersaulting reverse clothesline legsweep into a cradle pin
I had a random dream that I was at Outback Steakhouse and the waitress there, Lindsay, had a long ponytail underneath her seemingly short, blonder hair. In real life, she has all short hair. Could my subconsciousness be wondering what she would look like with longer hair? I don't know. End of dream.
Mommy had a flat tire. But the good news is that she was having it repaired at a shop across the street from Rubio's, so I met up with her to eat some Mexican food. Afterward, at the Ralph's in the downstairs garage, I saw Danny, the front desk homie at the gym, who had seemingly finished his Thanksgiving shopping.
I had some more free samples at the Hickory Farms vendor space.
There was no new episode of Glee tonight, most likely due to the presumption that people won't be watching their televisions in preparation for the long weekend. Boo.
I saw Danny again at the gym. I did my new routine of five sets of five reps for compound exercises. Danny gave me the idea to have macaroni & cheese as part of Thanksgiving dinner. His family also starts Thanksgiving at 1:00PM, which I think is a good idea. I'll have to steal that one as well.
Mommy had a flat tire. But the good news is that she was having it repaired at a shop across the street from Rubio's, so I met up with her to eat some Mexican food. Afterward, at the Ralph's in the downstairs garage, I saw Danny, the front desk homie at the gym, who had seemingly finished his Thanksgiving shopping.
I had some more free samples at the Hickory Farms vendor space.
There was no new episode of Glee tonight, most likely due to the presumption that people won't be watching their televisions in preparation for the long weekend. Boo.
I saw Danny again at the gym. I did my new routine of five sets of five reps for compound exercises. Danny gave me the idea to have macaroni & cheese as part of Thanksgiving dinner. His family also starts Thanksgiving at 1:00PM, which I think is a good idea. I'll have to steal that one as well.
Monday, November 21, 2011
A Nice Welcome Back
I was finally able to bust a #3 to Melissa from the photo lab, which, due to either being too busy or the inconvenience of cold weather, was actually my first time doing that in November. Guess what? We're already twenty one days into November! I thought I'd be able to fit that one chick from Breakin' class last Thursday as well, but due to the layoff, my endurance was just gone and I was prematurely exploding nonstop for a good few seconds!
It was a nice welcome back for me in my stomping grounds. I walked by the Hot Topic and was able to simultaneously avoid eye contact with my stalker while glancing at the manager who was standing outside, looking chill leaning against the railings while giving a pep talk to some other employee. The manager's renewed in my database.
The chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill - who was more jackoffable as a blond, but is slowly becoming not too bad as a brunette - was working as well.
The Adele look-alike was working at the iPlay & Talk vendor booth. I was looking at her, talking to myself aloud - from a distance, of course - that I'd so jump all over her 1) just to spite any armenian supremacists who are overprotective about their females hooking up with other races and 2) because she's one of those who looks more Caucasian than Armenian. She looked up at me and I looked away. I don't think she could've heard me. I think.
Mommy and I shopped for new glasses. The cashier, who's Filipina, and my mommy spoke in Tagalog. I overheard the cashier say that I look like a model. Yay.
Dana was working at Lush Cosmetics. She's renewed in the database.
There's this black security guard at the Americana. He's recognized me for a while, but only today he told me his story: He's originally from New Orleans. His family survived Hurricane Katrina, as well as everyone killing each other over looting. His family found a total of $30K floating in the water and survived off of it traveling to Florida and finally making it to California. He was told to cut his hair upon becoming a security guard, but took off his hat to reveal to me that he actually ties his long hair up to the point of the illusion that it's shortly cut. Sincerely cool!
I ended the night with WWE RAW, having watched yesterday's WWE Survivor Series online earlier.
It was a nice welcome back for me in my stomping grounds. I walked by the Hot Topic and was able to simultaneously avoid eye contact with my stalker while glancing at the manager who was standing outside, looking chill leaning against the railings while giving a pep talk to some other employee. The manager's renewed in my database.
The chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill - who was more jackoffable as a blond, but is slowly becoming not too bad as a brunette - was working as well.
The Adele look-alike was working at the iPlay & Talk vendor booth. I was looking at her, talking to myself aloud - from a distance, of course - that I'd so jump all over her 1) just to spite any armenian supremacists who are overprotective about their females hooking up with other races and 2) because she's one of those who looks more Caucasian than Armenian. She looked up at me and I looked away. I don't think she could've heard me. I think.
Mommy and I shopped for new glasses. The cashier, who's Filipina, and my mommy spoke in Tagalog. I overheard the cashier say that I look like a model. Yay.
Dana was working at Lush Cosmetics. She's renewed in the database.
There's this black security guard at the Americana. He's recognized me for a while, but only today he told me his story: He's originally from New Orleans. His family survived Hurricane Katrina, as well as everyone killing each other over looting. His family found a total of $30K floating in the water and survived off of it traveling to Florida and finally making it to California. He was told to cut his hair upon becoming a security guard, but took off his hat to reveal to me that he actually ties his long hair up to the point of the illusion that it's shortly cut. Sincerely cool!
I ended the night with WWE RAW, having watched yesterday's WWE Survivor Series online earlier.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
My ass needs to stretch after sitting for most of the day
I had my leftover Moonshine/Happy Ending for breakfast. I never thought I'd ever say that.
The ones code named "Choir Boy," "G," and I had brunch at an all-you-can-eat buffet at Primm Valley. I had three plates. Then we tried out the Aqua Massage. The last thing I heard before the attendant put the headphones over me was "Choir Boy" uncontrollably laughing, most likely due to the massage tickling his feet. The Burbank mall actually has these Aqua Massage things.
We were basically stalling because traffic back to Los Angeles wasn't even moving, perhaps due to a flood.
Dinner was at Taco Bell. "Choir Boy" accidentally admitted to being a Del Taco fan in front of the cashier whose name tag read, "Kaylee." I tried a crunch wrap for the first time.
I came home to mommy cooking me salmon. Then watched the UFC 139 fights from the night before online.
The ones code named "Choir Boy," "G," and I had brunch at an all-you-can-eat buffet at Primm Valley. I had three plates. Then we tried out the Aqua Massage. The last thing I heard before the attendant put the headphones over me was "Choir Boy" uncontrollably laughing, most likely due to the massage tickling his feet. The Burbank mall actually has these Aqua Massage things.
We were basically stalling because traffic back to Los Angeles wasn't even moving, perhaps due to a flood.
Dinner was at Taco Bell. "Choir Boy" accidentally admitted to being a Del Taco fan in front of the cashier whose name tag read, "Kaylee." I tried a crunch wrap for the first time.
I came home to mommy cooking me salmon. Then watched the UFC 139 fights from the night before online.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
4Loko + Corzo + Moonshine/Happy Ending
The ones code named "Choir Boy," "G," and I had brunch at Chow King.
I finally debuted my vest that I had originally bought for that modeling gig where I was supposed to strut with it open and showing off my pectoral and abdominal muscles until that segment got cut. Dinner was at some Vietnamese place. There was a nice Mixed Martial Arts shop in the same parking lot.
I caught a Mardi Gras necklace.
At the shuttle stop, an older black woman was feeling my hair. Nothing new. Inside the shuttle, her two daughters sat behind "Choir Boy" and I. They're from Texas. It was so nice to meet black people who can admit that Manny Pacquiao won his "controversial" previous fight and that Juan Manuel Marquez merely "gave him a run for his money." Other than that, "Choir Boy" outed my ethnicity, which I like to keep strangers guessing to maintain my chameleon-esque mystique. Although, the younger sister claims to have suspected it. We parted ways at the shuttle stop outside of the Bally's hotel where they anxiously headed to get free patron shots while pretending to gamble.
"CHOIR BOY": Don't drink too much. Your mom's watching.
THEIR MOM: Mommy's drinking too!
At Planet Hollywood, the bar Blondie's was dumbfuckedly charging $40 (though with "all you can drink") to watch the UFC PPV. Fuck that as the PPV itself is $40 and therefore defeats the purpose of watching it in a bar. I instead bought a grape-flavored 4Loko and we split it. It was "Choir Boy's" first 4Loko.
I finally got to hit up my old stomping grounds of Coyote Ugly. I only paid $5 for the first time as someone was handing out coupons. But the crowd had changed. The barmaid was, despite being a black chick, nowhere near as sassy as her predecessors. At all. The barmaid dancing on the counter at the back of the room was jackoffable, but she's not my Debbie. We each got Corzo shots and left.
On the way back to the hotel, I got some Moonshine mixed with something called Happy Ending at the Miracle Mile shops.
Dinner was ox tail soup for "Choir Boy" and "G" while I was craving pancakes, eggs, and sausages.
I finally debuted my vest that I had originally bought for that modeling gig where I was supposed to strut with it open and showing off my pectoral and abdominal muscles until that segment got cut. Dinner was at some Vietnamese place. There was a nice Mixed Martial Arts shop in the same parking lot.
I caught a Mardi Gras necklace.
At the shuttle stop, an older black woman was feeling my hair. Nothing new. Inside the shuttle, her two daughters sat behind "Choir Boy" and I. They're from Texas. It was so nice to meet black people who can admit that Manny Pacquiao won his "controversial" previous fight and that Juan Manuel Marquez merely "gave him a run for his money." Other than that, "Choir Boy" outed my ethnicity, which I like to keep strangers guessing to maintain my chameleon-esque mystique. Although, the younger sister claims to have suspected it. We parted ways at the shuttle stop outside of the Bally's hotel where they anxiously headed to get free patron shots while pretending to gamble.
"CHOIR BOY": Don't drink too much. Your mom's watching.
THEIR MOM: Mommy's drinking too!
At Planet Hollywood, the bar Blondie's was dumbfuckedly charging $40 (though with "all you can drink") to watch the UFC PPV. Fuck that as the PPV itself is $40 and therefore defeats the purpose of watching it in a bar. I instead bought a grape-flavored 4Loko and we split it. It was "Choir Boy's" first 4Loko.
I finally got to hit up my old stomping grounds of Coyote Ugly. I only paid $5 for the first time as someone was handing out coupons. But the crowd had changed. The barmaid was, despite being a black chick, nowhere near as sassy as her predecessors. At all. The barmaid dancing on the counter at the back of the room was jackoffable, but she's not my Debbie. We each got Corzo shots and left.
On the way back to the hotel, I got some Moonshine mixed with something called Happy Ending at the Miracle Mile shops.
Dinner was ox tail soup for "Choir Boy" and "G" while I was craving pancakes, eggs, and sausages.
Friday, November 18, 2011
"Vegas, baby! Vegas!"
I started the day with a quick database run at the mall because every second counts today. The Adele look-alike was working at the iPlay & Talk vendor booth. She looked cool with big headphones holding her hair back.
I finally finished that eight-page Paco de Pena song at guitar practice today, though I still need to polish it up.
And then I packed up because I had to pick up the one code-named "Choir Boy" on the way to meet with the one code-named "G." From there, "G" drove us Fast and Furious style to Las Vegas.
Dinner was the El Pollo Loco that my mommy packed for us. In the casino, we got free drinks while watching "G" gamble. I started off with an Incredible Hulk. I ended with a patron. At one point, our waitress was inconveniently missing as she was doing what I would label a "procrastination dance" on some walkway atop slot machines to Jennifer Lopez's Play.
Highlight of the night: Some chick with reddish hair that was wavy and layered - with an undeterminable accent, though it might've been English - was at the craps table rolling the dice ... and oblivious that her nice nipples had popped out of her blouse. I had a boner. The whole table was silently laughing. But I cannot wait to get home and bust a #3 to that chick. And I think as I was checking out her ass as she was leaving, she was wearing boots. Boots are cool.
I finally finished that eight-page Paco de Pena song at guitar practice today, though I still need to polish it up.
And then I packed up because I had to pick up the one code-named "Choir Boy" on the way to meet with the one code-named "G." From there, "G" drove us Fast and Furious style to Las Vegas.
Dinner was the El Pollo Loco that my mommy packed for us. In the casino, we got free drinks while watching "G" gamble. I started off with an Incredible Hulk. I ended with a patron. At one point, our waitress was inconveniently missing as she was doing what I would label a "procrastination dance" on some walkway atop slot machines to Jennifer Lopez's Play.
Highlight of the night: Some chick with reddish hair that was wavy and layered - with an undeterminable accent, though it might've been English - was at the craps table rolling the dice ... and oblivious that her nice nipples had popped out of her blouse. I had a boner. The whole table was silently laughing. But I cannot wait to get home and bust a #3 to that chick. And I think as I was checking out her ass as she was leaving, she was wearing boots. Boots are cool.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
I'm a freakin' ninja
I went to Jolee's intermediate Breakin' class today. He had been telling me not to worry so much about it being labeled "intermediate." I took a chance. He was right. Aside from one guy who could do windmills, I was the most talented student there! The chick to my left was young with long, brown hair that she at times was bold enough to leave untied. She had a little sister that was barely out of her toddler phase that was adorably failing, but not necessarily epic-failing, at every move.
Anyway, I made a breakthrough today when trying windmills. Being right-handed, the left arm remains vertical to the floor while the right remains horizontal to sort of pull, and together they should be a little higher from the gut, whereas throughout all these years I've been trying to maintain the elbow into my gut.
Jolee informed us that his class was getting cut and so we each gave him our contact info. I noticed that the chick to my left wrote down her sister's and her names as "Sidnee and Sunny" for the same contact info. Too bad I don't know which one's who. It's going to be weird screaming out loud, "Either Sidnee or Sunny" when I'm busting a #3 to the older sister.
In the parking lot at the mall, this blond chick who works as a hostess at Granville and whom I've busted a #3 to before walked by me and I could smell a trail of perfume. I got some more free samples at the Hickory Farms vendor space.
The cops actually weren't letting anyone into the Americana as it was overcrowded due to a tree-lighting ceremony. But I eventually found a way in by sneaking through emergency exits! I'm a freakin' ninja!
Anyway, I made a breakthrough today when trying windmills. Being right-handed, the left arm remains vertical to the floor while the right remains horizontal to sort of pull, and together they should be a little higher from the gut, whereas throughout all these years I've been trying to maintain the elbow into my gut.
Jolee informed us that his class was getting cut and so we each gave him our contact info. I noticed that the chick to my left wrote down her sister's and her names as "Sidnee and Sunny" for the same contact info. Too bad I don't know which one's who. It's going to be weird screaming out loud, "Either Sidnee or Sunny" when I'm busting a #3 to the older sister.
In the parking lot at the mall, this blond chick who works as a hostess at Granville and whom I've busted a #3 to before walked by me and I could smell a trail of perfume. I got some more free samples at the Hickory Farms vendor space.
The cops actually weren't letting anyone into the Americana as it was overcrowded due to a tree-lighting ceremony. But I eventually found a way in by sneaking through emergency exits! I'm a freakin' ninja!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
$1 Oatmeal
I picked up my headshots today at the photo lab. Bad news: Melissa wasn't working. I was greeted by that chick who had no idea how to put three images on one page when I first visited. Good news: I look so good in these headshots that they should be able to make heterosexual males second-guess their sexual orientation.
I finally got to watch Manny Pacquiao versus Juan Manuel Marquez, the most recent in their trilogy, online with some peace. When I watched it last Saturday in enemy territory, I had to deal with the inconvenience of hecklers. It was so damn orgasmic when Pacquiao had everyone around me shut up.
At the neighboring city's mall on the way home, Candice - Wow, I actually get to use her name for the first time after over a year of having to nickname her the butterface or [Harry]Potterhead (Harry Potter fan)! - was working at Hot Topic and is renewed in the database.
This mall had a Hickory Farms vendor space as well. The employee was a smiling, bottle-redhead with glasses. Her face was mediocre, but she tried to make her voice seductive as she gave me free samples. I guess that's worthy of getting her into the database.
At the Americana, I stopped by Jamba Juice to try out their Wednesday special of $1 oatmeal. On the way there, I saw Alex, my mommy's godson whose lawn we watered last summer while he was in Japan, sitting while waiting to see A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas. That oatmeal topped with brown sugar and berries & pecans was one of the best oatmeals I've ever had.
I finally got to watch Manny Pacquiao versus Juan Manuel Marquez, the most recent in their trilogy, online with some peace. When I watched it last Saturday in enemy territory, I had to deal with the inconvenience of hecklers. It was so damn orgasmic when Pacquiao had everyone around me shut up.
At the neighboring city's mall on the way home, Candice - Wow, I actually get to use her name for the first time after over a year of having to nickname her the butterface or [Harry]Potterhead (Harry Potter fan)! - was working at Hot Topic and is renewed in the database.
This mall had a Hickory Farms vendor space as well. The employee was a smiling, bottle-redhead with glasses. Her face was mediocre, but she tried to make her voice seductive as she gave me free samples. I guess that's worthy of getting her into the database.
At the Americana, I stopped by Jamba Juice to try out their Wednesday special of $1 oatmeal. On the way there, I saw Alex, my mommy's godson whose lawn we watered last summer while he was in Japan, sitting while waiting to see A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas. That oatmeal topped with brown sugar and berries & pecans was one of the best oatmeals I've ever had.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
5 x 5
I tried something new at the gym: 5 sets of 5 reps of everything. It's something I read about in a magazine at Barnes & Noble last Sunday. Arnold Schwarzenegger used to do it.
Then it was time to drive back to the photo lab. That cute chick, Melissa, was able to pull off customizing my headshot as three images on one page! I've never seen a representation of myself so beautiful! In a perfect world, she would've been busting a #3 to me as she worked on it. I approved the design and have to come back tomorrow to pick up copies of the final product.
At the mall, that chick Vicki who works at Justice, having transferred from Hot Topic, was walking outside. I walked across from her in the other direction. She made a U-turn to get to my side, heading towards either the escalators or a place to eat. But it reminded me of how she used to report sightings of me to my stalker. Speaking of which, I was able to spot my stalker at Hot Topic and sneak pass when she wasn't looking.
The dude at the Hickory Farms vendor space noticed me from yesterday and gave me more free samples. Score.
The chick who works as a hostess at Outback Steakhouse, who resembles some pornstar, was randomly walking by. I saw her walk into Helzberg Diamonds. She's renewed in my database. I'm happy.
I got home in time for a new episode of Glee.
Then it was time to drive back to the photo lab. That cute chick, Melissa, was able to pull off customizing my headshot as three images on one page! I've never seen a representation of myself so beautiful! In a perfect world, she would've been busting a #3 to me as she worked on it. I approved the design and have to come back tomorrow to pick up copies of the final product.
At the mall, that chick Vicki who works at Justice, having transferred from Hot Topic, was walking outside. I walked across from her in the other direction. She made a U-turn to get to my side, heading towards either the escalators or a place to eat. But it reminded me of how she used to report sightings of me to my stalker. Speaking of which, I was able to spot my stalker at Hot Topic and sneak pass when she wasn't looking.
The dude at the Hickory Farms vendor space noticed me from yesterday and gave me more free samples. Score.
The chick who works as a hostess at Outback Steakhouse, who resembles some pornstar, was randomly walking by. I saw her walk into Helzberg Diamonds. She's renewed in my database. I'm happy.
I got home in time for a new episode of Glee.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Reality and reality
I went back to the photo lab to hopefully find someone this time who can customize my headshot as three images on one page. Success! There was a more knowledgeable chick ... And she was cute. Her name's Melissa. She's got this Alice Cullen thing from Twilight going on as her hair's short, but subtly defined. She's in the database.
I stopped by the mall in the neighboring city (in relation to my home city) since it was on the way home. The fellow [Harry]Potterhead, whose name I only found out last week, was working at Hot Topic. She was working alone. I was browsing through the clearance section when I asked if I could try on a Harry Potter shirt. She let me into the dressing room. As the sound system blasted LMFAO's Sexy and I Know It, I improvised an exotic dancing routine in the mirror. Suddenly, she unlocked the door and boldly walked in. She wanted to watch. I gave her an impromptu lap dance. Then it was her turn, though she was intimidated by my werewolf body. And then I snapped out of it. The shirt fit fine, but really I just needed an excuse to talk to her, even if it was just, "Can I try this on?"
I stopped by my regular mall on the way home. The chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill - who was more jackoffable with blond hair that complimented her complexion better than her current dyed, dark brown hair - was working. I'm slowly starting to get used to it.
There's a Hickory Farms vendor space now for the Holidays. The employee gave me a sample of everything and told me to come back often since he'll be switching the samples everyday. Score!
Dana at Lush Cosmetics was working. Haven't seen her in a while. Her hair had some kind of product in it because it was shinier. It looked like a ponytail that was twisted until in naturally rolled up into a ball. She's renewed in my database.
I came home for WWE RAW, which took place in John Cena's hometown of Boston, Massachusetts. His dad's (John Cena, Sr.) promo shooting on the epidemic of trying-too-hard-to-be-cool male fans was epic!
I stopped by the mall in the neighboring city (in relation to my home city) since it was on the way home. The fellow [Harry]Potterhead, whose name I only found out last week, was working at Hot Topic. She was working alone. I was browsing through the clearance section when I asked if I could try on a Harry Potter shirt. She let me into the dressing room. As the sound system blasted LMFAO's Sexy and I Know It, I improvised an exotic dancing routine in the mirror. Suddenly, she unlocked the door and boldly walked in. She wanted to watch. I gave her an impromptu lap dance. Then it was her turn, though she was intimidated by my werewolf body. And then I snapped out of it. The shirt fit fine, but really I just needed an excuse to talk to her, even if it was just, "Can I try this on?"
I stopped by my regular mall on the way home. The chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill - who was more jackoffable with blond hair that complimented her complexion better than her current dyed, dark brown hair - was working. I'm slowly starting to get used to it.
There's a Hickory Farms vendor space now for the Holidays. The employee gave me a sample of everything and told me to come back often since he'll be switching the samples everyday. Score!
Dana at Lush Cosmetics was working. Haven't seen her in a while. Her hair had some kind of product in it because it was shinier. It looked like a ponytail that was twisted until in naturally rolled up into a ball. She's renewed in my database.
I came home for WWE RAW, which took place in John Cena's hometown of Boston, Massachusetts. His dad's (John Cena, Sr.) promo shooting on the epidemic of trying-too-hard-to-be-cool male fans was epic!
Sunday, November 13, 2011
"Viva la raza" - Eddie Guerrero (October 9, 1967 - November 13, 2005)
After Church, I went to the gym. In the recreational room, there was this Capoeirista named Jared. (Not to be confused with my homie Jared.) He says he originally trained in the east coast. But now that he lives here, he trains under a teacher who's mestre is Accordeon. I first heard about Accordeon years ago. People described him as "the gangster Santa Claus."
JARED: I've always known him to be jolly ...
RYAN: Jolly? There you go.
Mommy and I ate dinner at Outback Steakhouse. Her favorite waitress, Lindsay, was there. Lindsay's renewed in my database.
We stopped by Pinkberry afterward. I had a small sized Peppermint, which I asked to be made to look like the design displayed on their window. I think the toppings were two kinds of shaved chocolate and chocolate syrup. I think. Mommy had mango flavored topped with mango.
At Barnes & Noble, the security guard who's been familiar with me for a while, and who's of some kind of Latino descent, saw my Manny Pacquiao shirt.
SECURITY GUARD: You would wear that shirt!
RYAN: Well ...
SECURITY GUARD: I don't like you right now!
But that ethnically ambiguous Monica was there and is renewed in my database.
JARED: I've always known him to be jolly ...
RYAN: Jolly? There you go.
Mommy and I ate dinner at Outback Steakhouse. Her favorite waitress, Lindsay, was there. Lindsay's renewed in my database.
We stopped by Pinkberry afterward. I had a small sized Peppermint, which I asked to be made to look like the design displayed on their window. I think the toppings were two kinds of shaved chocolate and chocolate syrup. I think. Mommy had mango flavored topped with mango.
At Barnes & Noble, the security guard who's been familiar with me for a while, and who's of some kind of Latino descent, saw my Manny Pacquiao shirt.
SECURITY GUARD: You would wear that shirt!
RYAN: Well ...
SECURITY GUARD: I don't like you right now!
But that ethnically ambiguous Monica was there and is renewed in my database.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Enter the Duane, Return of the Gypsy
I had to miss Top Rocking class today, despite it usually being the highlight of my week. Why? Because I was at a free self defense seminar in LA. I ended up being the only person who showed up, though a little kid would join mid-class with his dad's permission. Due to my FMA background, the instructor, Duane, and his assistant, Art, were able to show me intermediate stuff. In no particular order:
I rushed home to hit the showers before going to Charles' Billiards for the third Manny Pacquiao versus Juan Manuel Marquez fight. David from high school was there as always. (Not to be confused with rockstar David, bartending classmate David, nor the teacher Dave.) I was in enemy territory as tonight was a bar full of Mexicans with a small group of Filipinos at the end and me in he center, far from any possible backup. And then the proverbial shit hit the fan ... when Pacquiao won by majority decision!
The Filipinos had three white chicks with them. One of them, who had the cliche blond/blue eyes combo with long hair, is in my database for being a "minority" brave enough to cheer for the Pac-Man. And this Mexican chick with long black hair, who was annoying cursing the decision, is in my database out of spite.
Highlight of the night: I was chillin' with David when I started staring a hole through someone familiar until he finally noticed. His name's Gypsy. He was my first guitar teacher who eventually passed me onto Vahik, my current teacher.
GYPSY: Vahik's more classical than me. You can probably teach me a thing or two now.
He and his brother had no problem going against the grain (for them anyway) and cheering for Pacquiao. I found out that he was into Law before he even met me. He gave me a crash course to help make law school simpler as long as I think about it in the following terms:
RYAN: I'll admit, just a guilty pleasure, sometimes I'll carry my guitar around with me at the mall just for chicks to check me out.
GYPSY: My uncle's first lesson to me was: This [guitar] will get you laid.
RYAN: That was our first day of class!
GYPSY: And did it work?
RYAN: How funny would it be to get you for fraud if it didn't work!
I stopped by the teacher Dave's afterward because I was hungry and needed beer. He fixed me some cheddar rice, a somewhat modified Philly cheese steak with ketchup and jalapenos, and Sam Adams.
- He says that the most valuable FMA drills in his opinion were sumbrada, numerado, and serrada. Everything is variations of those.
- In a knife fight: Triangulate backward instead of forward. And counter to the outside, rarely to the inside. (I had been triangulating forward and alternating between outside and inside.)
- Hold the knife like a flashlight (knuckles down) and close to the body, similar to how a fencer holds the saber.
- Common targets are eyes, throat, groin, and shins.
- Defensive stance has triceps horizontal to nose level to try to crush attacker's punches with elbows.
- When hair is grabbed, pin the attacker's grabbing hand first to prevent attacker's attempts at whip-lashing and then counter with what I already know. (One counter had my shin behind his ankle and then collapsing it into the concrete.)
- Clinching drills to fight for centerline: 1) Continuously countering a bearhug. 2) Trying to secure a Muay Thai clinch from the collar-and-elbow-tie-up.
- Countering a Muay Thai clinch by trapping over both hands and into a headbutt. (He executed his headbutts with feet together and bending knees to lower center of gravity.)
- Bearhug from behind can be countered by pulling feet up to lower center of gravity and then repeated groin slaps.
- Counter the rear naked choke by blocking the overlapping hand.
I rushed home to hit the showers before going to Charles' Billiards for the third Manny Pacquiao versus Juan Manuel Marquez fight. David from high school was there as always. (Not to be confused with rockstar David, bartending classmate David, nor the teacher Dave.) I was in enemy territory as tonight was a bar full of Mexicans with a small group of Filipinos at the end and me in he center, far from any possible backup. And then the proverbial shit hit the fan ... when Pacquiao won by majority decision!
The Filipinos had three white chicks with them. One of them, who had the cliche blond/blue eyes combo with long hair, is in my database for being a "minority" brave enough to cheer for the Pac-Man. And this Mexican chick with long black hair, who was annoying cursing the decision, is in my database out of spite.
Highlight of the night: I was chillin' with David when I started staring a hole through someone familiar until he finally noticed. His name's Gypsy. He was my first guitar teacher who eventually passed me onto Vahik, my current teacher.
GYPSY: Vahik's more classical than me. You can probably teach me a thing or two now.
He and his brother had no problem going against the grain (for them anyway) and cheering for Pacquiao. I found out that he was into Law before he even met me. He gave me a crash course to help make law school simpler as long as I think about it in the following terms:
- There is something outside you and I that allows us to exist. Some people call it air, God, Natural Law, etc.
- The Bible is more of a Law, Astrology, and Numerology book than a religious book.
- If you were to experience something Incomprehensible, along the lines of God, you might die. Hence, God's communication through the forms of angels, prophets, evangelists, and miracles.
- The phrase, "God made man in His image," is not to be taken literally. God can create out of nothingness, but so can man (i.e. airplanes), just not instantaneously. Therefore, the statement holds true.
- The created may accomplish greater things than the creator, but not be greater than the creator. For example: 1) Parents giving life. 2) The government cannot be greater than the people because without the people there would be no government.
- Everything in life is a contract. For example, "Hi. My name is ..." (Translation: Offer/Claim.) Shaking hands symbolizes acceptance of that offer/claim, as if saying, "I accept that you are who you say you are."
- There are four kinds of acceptances: 1) unconditional, 2) conditional, 3) silence, 4) defend yourself. The first two are considered honorable. The last are dishonorable and warlike.
- Example of conditional: An invited guest storms into your home and yells in front of everybody, "You're an idiot." You respond, "I'll accept your offer if you can explain how you yelling at me in front of everyone doesn't make you a bigger idiot."
- There are only three real laws: 1) Don't harm, 2) Don't destroy property, and 3) Don't commit fraud. All the 66 million laws, give or take, are variations of those three.
- In response to a professor at a law school open house who said, "My name is [Author's note: I forget]. I'm happy to be here. (Pause.) Do you believe me?" he would answer, "I acknowledge your existence and that you are who you say you are and that you are happy to be here because there is no evidence to dispute it.
RYAN: I'll admit, just a guilty pleasure, sometimes I'll carry my guitar around with me at the mall just for chicks to check me out.
GYPSY: My uncle's first lesson to me was: This [guitar] will get you laid.
RYAN: That was our first day of class!
GYPSY: And did it work?
RYAN: How funny would it be to get you for fraud if it didn't work!
I stopped by the teacher Dave's afterward because I was hungry and needed beer. He fixed me some cheddar rice, a somewhat modified Philly cheese steak with ketchup and jalapenos, and Sam Adams.
Friday, November 11, 2011
11/11/11
Oh yeah! At guitar practice, I finally reached the 6th page of this eight-page "starting to become a pain in the ass" Paco de Pena song. I'll be practicing the last two pages at home and finally have it done by next week!
At the mall, I randomly caught up with fellow gym rat, Brian (not to be confused with Brian formerly at the GNC).
BRIAN: (Referring to my shirt) What's up, Pacquiao!
And then it was time to party. Amy invited me through Facebook to this bar in La Crescenta that was having free beer tasting! As soon as I tasted these IPA's, Amy found me and said that we're moving to another location. I ended up not spending money when the IPA I ordered ran out as it only filled up mid-glass.
I was then reacquainted with this couple that I had drunkenly met with Richard back in my 2010 Birthday. (See entry 5/1/10.) I then realized that the chick's name was Kerry, not Karen as I had drunkenly heard it back then.
KERRY: Are you Richie's buddy?
RYAN: Yeah, I met you at my Birthday. Richard and I took you two home.
KERRY: Both of us?
RYAN: Yeah, and after we took you home, Richard pulled over somewhere to vomit. And when we reached my house, I vomited.
On the way to some impromptu house party, I accidentally got lost.
GUMBY: (On the phone) What are you looking at right now?
RYAN: I'm looking at St. Francis High School right now.
GUMBY: All the way over there, huh?
I rendezvoused with Amy and Gumby at Ralph's where I found out that Amy and I share the same favorite beer: Sam Adams. She bought a 12-pack of the winter variety. At the impromptu house party, Amy, Gumby, and I were the only ones who didn't smoke the marijuana, but pretended we did just to appease everyone. Team America: Wold Police was playing in the background. Highlight: Trying a new Sam Adams flavor called Bonfire.
At the mall, I randomly caught up with fellow gym rat, Brian (not to be confused with Brian formerly at the GNC).
BRIAN: (Referring to my shirt) What's up, Pacquiao!
And then it was time to party. Amy invited me through Facebook to this bar in La Crescenta that was having free beer tasting! As soon as I tasted these IPA's, Amy found me and said that we're moving to another location. I ended up not spending money when the IPA I ordered ran out as it only filled up mid-glass.
I was then reacquainted with this couple that I had drunkenly met with Richard back in my 2010 Birthday. (See entry 5/1/10.) I then realized that the chick's name was Kerry, not Karen as I had drunkenly heard it back then.
KERRY: Are you Richie's buddy?
RYAN: Yeah, I met you at my Birthday. Richard and I took you two home.
KERRY: Both of us?
RYAN: Yeah, and after we took you home, Richard pulled over somewhere to vomit. And when we reached my house, I vomited.
On the way to some impromptu house party, I accidentally got lost.
GUMBY: (On the phone) What are you looking at right now?
RYAN: I'm looking at St. Francis High School right now.
GUMBY: All the way over there, huh?
I rendezvoused with Amy and Gumby at Ralph's where I found out that Amy and I share the same favorite beer: Sam Adams. She bought a 12-pack of the winter variety. At the impromptu house party, Amy, Gumby, and I were the only ones who didn't smoke the marijuana, but pretended we did just to appease everyone. Team America: Wold Police was playing in the background. Highlight: Trying a new Sam Adams flavor called Bonfire.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Her name's Candice
I went to go print out my headshots today. Epic fail as the employee chick didn't know how to put three images on one page and still make it look good. I'll have to come back with Hiro's old headshots as an example since his pulled it off very well.
I stopped by the neighboring city's mall since it was on the way home, specifically its Hot Topic. The fellow [Harry]Potterhead, whom I long ago referred to as the butterface before she became database-worthy after revealing herself as a Potterhead, was working today. I fixed myself in the restroom before walking in.
An employee named Nate gave me a flyer to advertise his nerd-punk band. He noticed my Manny Pacquiao shirt, which prompted my story of how we're distant relatives. He then said his distant uncle was part of some band called Rancid, which sounds familiar.
I was shamelessly checking out the Twilight merchandise when another employee noticed. She was a short, healthily skinny, chick with wavy brown hair.
CHICK: Are you Team Edward or Team Jacob?
RYAN: Well, ever since the first movie came out, strangers have been nick-naming me Jacob. I sort of ran with it as I was Jacob for a couple of Halloweens. It wasn't much of a costume - just the tattoo and shorts.
CHICK: I totally thought, "Jacob," when I first saw you. Let me know if you need anything.
RYAN: What's your name?
CHICK: Kristina.
And now I can scream it out while busting a #3. BUT this would only be overshadowed by this breakthrough: I overheard the nerd-punk kid call the Potterhead by her name! Finally, for the first time since I first met her about a year ago, I can finally scream out her name while busting a #3!
Mommy and I ate dinner at In-N-Out.
The chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill, who was more jackoffable with blond hair that matched her complexion better than her current dark brown hair, was working. I guess I can put her in my database again. Maybe.
The Adele look-alike was working at the "i Play & Talk" vendor booth. She's back in the database.
I was able to override my OCD today by not automatically stepping into Barnes & Noble since I haven't found a new book to read.
I stopped by the neighboring city's mall since it was on the way home, specifically its Hot Topic. The fellow [Harry]Potterhead, whom I long ago referred to as the butterface before she became database-worthy after revealing herself as a Potterhead, was working today. I fixed myself in the restroom before walking in.
An employee named Nate gave me a flyer to advertise his nerd-punk band. He noticed my Manny Pacquiao shirt, which prompted my story of how we're distant relatives. He then said his distant uncle was part of some band called Rancid, which sounds familiar.
I was shamelessly checking out the Twilight merchandise when another employee noticed. She was a short, healthily skinny, chick with wavy brown hair.
CHICK: Are you Team Edward or Team Jacob?
RYAN: Well, ever since the first movie came out, strangers have been nick-naming me Jacob. I sort of ran with it as I was Jacob for a couple of Halloweens. It wasn't much of a costume - just the tattoo and shorts.
CHICK: I totally thought, "Jacob," when I first saw you. Let me know if you need anything.
RYAN: What's your name?
CHICK: Kristina.
And now I can scream it out while busting a #3. BUT this would only be overshadowed by this breakthrough: I overheard the nerd-punk kid call the Potterhead by her name! Finally, for the first time since I first met her about a year ago, I can finally scream out her name while busting a #3!
Mommy and I ate dinner at In-N-Out.
The chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill, who was more jackoffable with blond hair that matched her complexion better than her current dark brown hair, was working. I guess I can put her in my database again. Maybe.
The Adele look-alike was working at the "i Play & Talk" vendor booth. She's back in the database.
I was able to override my OCD today by not automatically stepping into Barnes & Noble since I haven't found a new book to read.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Stealth
The treadmill at the gym says I burned 300.9 calories at 3.11 miles over half an hour.
At the mall, I did reconnaissance to make sure there were no employees at Teavana who would recognize me before drinking most of their free samples of all their teas. Again.
Then, despite failing eyesight, I spotted my stalker from a mile away - it's probably the ridiculous blond streak job that gives her away - on her way back to work at Hot Topic. I stealthily sidestepped behind a pillar.
At Barnes & Noble, that ethnically ambiguous Monica definitely looks a lot better in her glasses doing the Smallville's Lois Lane look. She's back in the database.
Mommy brought sushi home and I ended the night with some good quality TV in The Ultimate Fighter.
At the mall, I did reconnaissance to make sure there were no employees at Teavana who would recognize me before drinking most of their free samples of all their teas. Again.
Then, despite failing eyesight, I spotted my stalker from a mile away - it's probably the ridiculous blond streak job that gives her away - on her way back to work at Hot Topic. I stealthily sidestepped behind a pillar.
At Barnes & Noble, that ethnically ambiguous Monica definitely looks a lot better in her glasses doing the Smallville's Lois Lane look. She's back in the database.
Mommy brought sushi home and I ended the night with some good quality TV in The Ultimate Fighter.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Rainbows can be a bitch
I've finished my first bottle of caffeine free fat burners.
I called this dude name Duane who was advertising a free self defense seminar on Saturday. I guess I'll have to miss Top Rocking then since it conflicts with the schedule.
Since that's the case, I got my Breakin' fix by finally returning to Jolee's class tonight, which I haven't been able to go to since last 9/27/11 when I was plagued with injuries back to back afterward. I learned two new variations to a six-step today. Yay. But the one new move that no one could get was called a rainbow. It's basically a hollow-back cartwheel.
At the mall, I renewed the manager at Hot Topic in my database. I guess I'm ready to let the chick from Waba Teriyaki Grill, who was more jackoffable when her blond hair matched her complexion better than her current dark brown hair, back into my database. Maybe.
Mommy brought El Pollo Loco chicken home for dinner. I never knew how much I liked that stuff. Tonight's new episode of Glee was a sex-themed episode. Yay.
I went to the gym at night. I'm still getting used to the "MMA pull-ups" that were featured in Never Back Down 2. Everything else was weightlifting. I ended the night practicing the material from Jolee's class today in the recreational room. I had to share the room with a bunch of Asian dudes who were choreographing a boy band-inspired routine to Backstreet Boys' All I Have to Give. I always gave a "WTF?" look whenever they grabbed their crotches at the end of the lyrics: ♫ But I'll be there to make you smile. ♪
I called this dude name Duane who was advertising a free self defense seminar on Saturday. I guess I'll have to miss Top Rocking then since it conflicts with the schedule.
Since that's the case, I got my Breakin' fix by finally returning to Jolee's class tonight, which I haven't been able to go to since last 9/27/11 when I was plagued with injuries back to back afterward. I learned two new variations to a six-step today. Yay. But the one new move that no one could get was called a rainbow. It's basically a hollow-back cartwheel.
At the mall, I renewed the manager at Hot Topic in my database. I guess I'm ready to let the chick from Waba Teriyaki Grill, who was more jackoffable when her blond hair matched her complexion better than her current dark brown hair, back into my database. Maybe.
Mommy brought El Pollo Loco chicken home for dinner. I never knew how much I liked that stuff. Tonight's new episode of Glee was a sex-themed episode. Yay.
I went to the gym at night. I'm still getting used to the "MMA pull-ups" that were featured in Never Back Down 2. Everything else was weightlifting. I ended the night practicing the material from Jolee's class today in the recreational room. I had to share the room with a bunch of Asian dudes who were choreographing a boy band-inspired routine to Backstreet Boys' All I Have to Give. I always gave a "WTF?" look whenever they grabbed their crotches at the end of the lyrics: ♫ But I'll be there to make you smile. ♪
Monday, November 7, 2011
Ken Shamrock began his career under the alias Vince Torelli
I did the grownup stuff today of doing groceries at Costco.
I'm liking the natural look on that Adelle look-alike who works at the i Play & Talk vendor booth in the mall. It was just a ponytail. If she was wearing makeup, she knows how to make it look like she wasn't wearing any. The manager at Hot Topic was working as well. Both are renewed in the database. As for the chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill, who was more jackoffable as a blond before she dyed her hair dark brown, I'm still slowly starting to get used to it.
I ended the night with WWE RAW and then went to the gym.
I'm liking the natural look on that Adelle look-alike who works at the i Play & Talk vendor booth in the mall. It was just a ponytail. If she was wearing makeup, she knows how to make it look like she wasn't wearing any. The manager at Hot Topic was working as well. Both are renewed in the database. As for the chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill, who was more jackoffable as a blond before she dyed her hair dark brown, I'm still slowly starting to get used to it.
I ended the night with WWE RAW and then went to the gym.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Daylight Saving's Time is a prankster
I woke up to go to Church ... only for there to be nothing going on when I got there. Why? Daylight saving's time. (Specifically, damn glitch on iPhone's clock.)
Actually, late last night/early this morning at the gym ...
RYAN: I was about to go to bed when I realized, "Wait, I can work out ..."
DANNY: ... Daylight saving's time!
But poor Danny at the front desk was screwed with an extra hour of work until 6:00AM.
I caught up on last night's UFC while mommy slept all day. I went back to the gym for cardio, trying to regain gym rat status. The treadmill says I burned 300-something calories at 3-point-something miles over half an hour.
I had the munchies for Pinkberry at night. I got a small pumpkin flavor topped with pomegranate seeds, mochi, kiwis, and blueberries.
Actually, late last night/early this morning at the gym ...
RYAN: I was about to go to bed when I realized, "Wait, I can work out ..."
DANNY: ... Daylight saving's time!
But poor Danny at the front desk was screwed with an extra hour of work until 6:00AM.
I caught up on last night's UFC while mommy slept all day. I went back to the gym for cardio, trying to regain gym rat status. The treadmill says I burned 300-something calories at 3-point-something miles over half an hour.
I had the munchies for Pinkberry at night. I got a small pumpkin flavor topped with pomegranate seeds, mochi, kiwis, and blueberries.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Can't believe it's that time of year again when it's too cold to bust a #3
I had some weird - or borderline fucked up - dreams last night: 1) I was at Hot Topic. I couldn't land my backward Parkour rolls, despite reducing layers of clothing. Some emo dude from the Burbank Hot Topic was spectating while my stalker from the local Hot Topic that I frequent was checking me out. 2) The aforementioned emo dude was sitting to my right. Next to him was Mrs. Saikali from high school. Across the table from me were my high school classmates Caroline and Zaven. It looked like they were trying to get me to join a secret society. Zaven was suddenly sitting to my right, the emo kid somehow disappearing, and ordered Caroline to perform a demonstration. But Caroline morphed into my grade school classmate, Lindsay, who then started riding a guy in reverse cowgirl as they both argued that this wasn't planned. The guy prematurely finished and Lindsay eventually vomited. Mrs. Saikali told Zaven that it was enough. End of dreams.
My favorite part about Saturdays: Top Rocking. We actually went four minutes overtime today as that douchebag of a Lockin' teacher eventually walked in, albeit with a smile, and Eric got the hint that we had to go. Afterward, Bop complained to Eric that his friend request to him on Facebook had been pending for a week ... while Eric sent me a friend request on the spot! Ha. Eric was apparently on X-Factor where he was a back-up dancer that was basically thrusting his pelvic area at the front row ... even if the front row was a bunch of underaged girls.
In the lounge getting my coffee, there was this short, white chick. She had shoulder length, dark brown hair; the front tied up to keep out of her eyes. I overheard her say something about a Salsa class at 5:00. I jumped in, first asking whether it was an intro or intermediate class.
CHICK: Intermediate.
RYAN: Ew. I can't do intermediate. The one time I did an intermediate class--
CHICK: Was it Hip Hop?
RYAN: Lockin.'
CHICK: That's understandable.
RYAN: I was traumatized.
CHICK: I would be traumatized.
RYAN: The teacher still tries to smile at me in the hallways and I'm just like ... [Avoids eye contact in a "Don't talk to me" sort of way.]
CHICK: You're so funny! But you don't wanna take the intro class. It's just this ... [Demonstrates easy moves.] You'll be paired with old people. It's just people who wanna learn to dance for weddings.
RYAN: In that case, I'll try the intermediate class.
CHICK: Take it at 5! You can be my partner!
RYAN: But I can't today. I gotta be somewhere.
Later, at the lair of the one code-named "Choir Boy" ...
"CHOIR BOY": Why didn't you take the Salsa class?! You could've been her partner!
RYAN: But at the same time, it shows non-desperation.
"CHOIR BOY": True.
But rest assured, that chick is in my database. Anyway, down to business. We watched Hanna. From the first fight choreography, I immediately knew it was renowned fight choreographer Jeff Imada, who's within our lineage in terms of FMA. As for today's FMA agenda, with Never Back Down 2 playing in the background: 1) Review of vertical gunting (scissors) and hubad lubad (to tie and untie), 2) introduction of elbow strikes in hubad lubad, 3) elbow strikes in different ranges of motion, and 4) backhand parrying and forehand parrying that together resembles Silat's djuru #1. Bonus: the Tesoura scissor sweep takedown from Capoeira.
After watching Ip Man 2 starring Donnie Yen, I was in a hurry to go home to that chick from earlier, or at least in my database. But when I got home, ironically, it was too cold for me to even bust a #3. I. Hate. Winter.
My favorite part about Saturdays: Top Rocking. We actually went four minutes overtime today as that douchebag of a Lockin' teacher eventually walked in, albeit with a smile, and Eric got the hint that we had to go. Afterward, Bop complained to Eric that his friend request to him on Facebook had been pending for a week ... while Eric sent me a friend request on the spot! Ha. Eric was apparently on X-Factor where he was a back-up dancer that was basically thrusting his pelvic area at the front row ... even if the front row was a bunch of underaged girls.
In the lounge getting my coffee, there was this short, white chick. She had shoulder length, dark brown hair; the front tied up to keep out of her eyes. I overheard her say something about a Salsa class at 5:00. I jumped in, first asking whether it was an intro or intermediate class.
CHICK: Intermediate.
RYAN: Ew. I can't do intermediate. The one time I did an intermediate class--
CHICK: Was it Hip Hop?
RYAN: Lockin.'
CHICK: That's understandable.
RYAN: I was traumatized.
CHICK: I would be traumatized.
RYAN: The teacher still tries to smile at me in the hallways and I'm just like ... [Avoids eye contact in a "Don't talk to me" sort of way.]
CHICK: You're so funny! But you don't wanna take the intro class. It's just this ... [Demonstrates easy moves.] You'll be paired with old people. It's just people who wanna learn to dance for weddings.
RYAN: In that case, I'll try the intermediate class.
CHICK: Take it at 5! You can be my partner!
RYAN: But I can't today. I gotta be somewhere.
Later, at the lair of the one code-named "Choir Boy" ...
"CHOIR BOY": Why didn't you take the Salsa class?! You could've been her partner!
RYAN: But at the same time, it shows non-desperation.
"CHOIR BOY": True.
But rest assured, that chick is in my database. Anyway, down to business. We watched Hanna. From the first fight choreography, I immediately knew it was renowned fight choreographer Jeff Imada, who's within our lineage in terms of FMA. As for today's FMA agenda, with Never Back Down 2 playing in the background: 1) Review of vertical gunting (scissors) and hubad lubad (to tie and untie), 2) introduction of elbow strikes in hubad lubad, 3) elbow strikes in different ranges of motion, and 4) backhand parrying and forehand parrying that together resembles Silat's djuru #1. Bonus: the Tesoura scissor sweep takedown from Capoeira.
After watching Ip Man 2 starring Donnie Yen, I was in a hurry to go home to that chick from earlier, or at least in my database. But when I got home, ironically, it was too cold for me to even bust a #3. I. Hate. Winter.
Friday, November 4, 2011
The fluffer, the intermission and the main event
I had a few weird dreams last night. 1) I was at my mommy's sister's house. Dad was there. A knifer tried to pull a knife on me. I called 911, waited for almost an hour, and two cops looking like Cheech and Chong finally arrived. 2) I was in the military, despite keeping my hair. The battlefield looked like the playground of my elementary school. Someone else on my platoon and I were captured. But we escaped. 3) I was in Gotham City, but ironically writing the screenplay for a new Batman movie. End of dreams.
I woke up to rain.
At guitar practice, I'm finally on the fifth page of this eight-page, becoming-a-pain-in-the-ass Paco de Pena song.
And then I did my routine of carrying my guitar with me like a chick magnet around the mall. As soon as I arrived at the top of the escalators, across the floor to my left was the manager at Hot Topic on her way to work. She's renewed in my database.
The Adelle look-alike was working at the i Play & Talk vendor booth. She took a curling iron to her hair today. Considering she's on the thick side, I admire her ability to squat for a length of time, albeit looking for something on a bottom drawer as opposed to exercise. But she also has a good bend. Those details are in my database.
After chillin' at home, I had to return to the mall to pick up my new contacts and eat dinner at Red Robin. Why? Because I registered for their Rewards card fourteen days ago and it was the last day I can claim my complimentary appetizer. Since it was free, I got the most expensive one on the menu - Game Day nachos. But when I saw the addendum to the menu with nutritional facts, I almost exclaimed out loud, "What the fuck [was I thinking]?"
The Waitress' name was Evaine - or maybe it's spelled with a "Y" instead of an "E," but oh well. She's most likely Filipina. She tried to be flirty with me, for example, jokingly saying my name aloud when swiping my Rewards card, but I no longer check out Filipina chicks due to being overexposed to them throughout childhood. I was just a pain in the ass right back, for example ...
EVAINE: I don't mean to rush you with the check, but I need to clock out.
RYAN: I guess I'll eat slower. {Moves in slow motion.]
EVAINE: [Jaw drops; begging.] Please!
At least she stuck around, even after she clocked out, until I finished. Anyway, the hostess is this blond chick named April. She's at best waiting list status for the database ... with beer goggles preferable, but not necessary. Her eyes were brown, so not the cliche blond/blue eyes combo. Her hair was in a braid and the bangs looked like she at least got someone to cut them for her, though not at the best salon. Yeah, I'm starting to get desperate filling the void left by Jazz. Reminder: Capitalize on the reason why I befriended Dennis and Branden in the first place - to use them to get to Jazz.
Speaking of which, Dennis brought my food to me. It was the Oktoberfest burger again. He once took the Lockin' class, the same one where I left traumatized. (See entry 9/10/11.) At least he was smart enough to take the intro class on Mondays ... and he still had a hard time! I noticed that hostess, April, was eavesdropping on our conversation to laugh along with us. Score!
I passed by the manager at Hot Topic again as she laughed and spoke with a friend outside of the store. She then started heading back to her work and I noticed her shirt's neckline was wide enough that I could see her bra straps. I had a boner. I guess it was a sign of who to choose tonight in the database.
I got home and fired up the porn. You know the drill. If life was a porn video, that hostess, April, from earlier would be the fluffer, that Adelle look-alike from the i Play & Talk vendor booth would be intermission, and the manager at Hot Topic would be the main event.
I woke up to rain.
At guitar practice, I'm finally on the fifth page of this eight-page, becoming-a-pain-in-the-ass Paco de Pena song.
And then I did my routine of carrying my guitar with me like a chick magnet around the mall. As soon as I arrived at the top of the escalators, across the floor to my left was the manager at Hot Topic on her way to work. She's renewed in my database.
The Adelle look-alike was working at the i Play & Talk vendor booth. She took a curling iron to her hair today. Considering she's on the thick side, I admire her ability to squat for a length of time, albeit looking for something on a bottom drawer as opposed to exercise. But she also has a good bend. Those details are in my database.
After chillin' at home, I had to return to the mall to pick up my new contacts and eat dinner at Red Robin. Why? Because I registered for their Rewards card fourteen days ago and it was the last day I can claim my complimentary appetizer. Since it was free, I got the most expensive one on the menu - Game Day nachos. But when I saw the addendum to the menu with nutritional facts, I almost exclaimed out loud, "What the fuck [was I thinking]?"
The Waitress' name was Evaine - or maybe it's spelled with a "Y" instead of an "E," but oh well. She's most likely Filipina. She tried to be flirty with me, for example, jokingly saying my name aloud when swiping my Rewards card, but I no longer check out Filipina chicks due to being overexposed to them throughout childhood. I was just a pain in the ass right back, for example ...
EVAINE: I don't mean to rush you with the check, but I need to clock out.
RYAN: I guess I'll eat slower. {Moves in slow motion.]
EVAINE: [Jaw drops; begging.] Please!
At least she stuck around, even after she clocked out, until I finished. Anyway, the hostess is this blond chick named April. She's at best waiting list status for the database ... with beer goggles preferable, but not necessary. Her eyes were brown, so not the cliche blond/blue eyes combo. Her hair was in a braid and the bangs looked like she at least got someone to cut them for her, though not at the best salon. Yeah, I'm starting to get desperate filling the void left by Jazz. Reminder: Capitalize on the reason why I befriended Dennis and Branden in the first place - to use them to get to Jazz.
Speaking of which, Dennis brought my food to me. It was the Oktoberfest burger again. He once took the Lockin' class, the same one where I left traumatized. (See entry 9/10/11.) At least he was smart enough to take the intro class on Mondays ... and he still had a hard time! I noticed that hostess, April, was eavesdropping on our conversation to laugh along with us. Score!
I passed by the manager at Hot Topic again as she laughed and spoke with a friend outside of the store. She then started heading back to her work and I noticed her shirt's neckline was wide enough that I could see her bra straps. I had a boner. I guess it was a sign of who to choose tonight in the database.
I got home and fired up the porn. You know the drill. If life was a porn video, that hostess, April, from earlier would be the fluffer, that Adelle look-alike from the i Play & Talk vendor booth would be intermission, and the manager at Hot Topic would be the main event.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
The dogs visited me in my dream last night. End of dream.
At Best Buy, I started debating whether to order the discontinued battery for my video camera or to just buy a new video camera. But, damn, 1) I should save up for a sound recorder that's plug-able into the camera and 2) a wide angle lens.
Mommy and I ate dinner at Octopus for the first time since last 6/29/11. She had the bright idea (sarcasm) to try something new called the Scream Roll. Pro: It had Philadelphia Cheese. Con: It had jalapenos. We couldn't finish it. We took it home.
At Barnes & Noble, I continued skimming the pictures in the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu books to look for complicated looking submission holds/joint locks.
At Best Buy, I started debating whether to order the discontinued battery for my video camera or to just buy a new video camera. But, damn, 1) I should save up for a sound recorder that's plug-able into the camera and 2) a wide angle lens.
Mommy and I ate dinner at Octopus for the first time since last 6/29/11. She had the bright idea (sarcasm) to try something new called the Scream Roll. Pro: It had Philadelphia Cheese. Con: It had jalapenos. We couldn't finish it. We took it home.
At Barnes & Noble, I continued skimming the pictures in the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu books to look for complicated looking submission holds/joint locks.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Flying Arm-Drag to Back
Happy Birthday to Tiwat.
I went to the gym late last night for mostly calisthenics and pull muscles, although I added dumbbell shoulder presses. Highlight: My biceps are becoming stronger that I need to add more to the regular weight that I curl!
I had to search for an illegal upload of last night's episode of Glee.
At the Americana, the Adelle look-alike was working at the "i Play & Talk" vendor booth. Sunglasses on top of her head were holding back her hair. I walked by as she was stroking her hair, a pose that I love putting into my database.
At Barnes & Noble, the ethnically ambiguous Monica was working again without her usual geek chick glasses, though she looks better with them on. I'm reminded that her cute face is enough to overshadow her hair that she never knows what to do with and her jacked up tooth that's revealed whenever she smiles. Anyway, browsing though Brazilian Jujitsu books, I think I found a new move: Flying arm-drag to back.
I came home early because mommy bought El Pollo Loco chicken and I ate it over a new episode of The Ultimate Fighter.
I went to the gym late last night for mostly calisthenics and pull muscles, although I added dumbbell shoulder presses. Highlight: My biceps are becoming stronger that I need to add more to the regular weight that I curl!
I had to search for an illegal upload of last night's episode of Glee.
At the Americana, the Adelle look-alike was working at the "i Play & Talk" vendor booth. Sunglasses on top of her head were holding back her hair. I walked by as she was stroking her hair, a pose that I love putting into my database.
At Barnes & Noble, the ethnically ambiguous Monica was working again without her usual geek chick glasses, though she looks better with them on. I'm reminded that her cute face is enough to overshadow her hair that she never knows what to do with and her jacked up tooth that's revealed whenever she smiles. Anyway, browsing though Brazilian Jujitsu books, I think I found a new move: Flying arm-drag to back.
I came home early because mommy bought El Pollo Loco chicken and I ate it over a new episode of The Ultimate Fighter.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Dilated Pupils
I had a weird dream last night that I was in a Professional Wrestling class headed by WWE Superstar Shawn Michaels in presumably his backyard. Local independent pro-wrestler, Buggy, who in real life used to hit on me all the time before becoming a wrestler who had fans made her arrogant, was in the class. The training looked more like an obstacle course. End of dream.
I had my annual eye exam today exactly one month later than when I always have it, that being the first of October.
I had to borrow mommy's sun glasses afterward. I felt like I was stoned or at a rave. Mommy and I ate at Rubio's where upon entering I waved back at a fuzzy shape that turned out to be Fredy. The manager, Robert, was there.
ROBERT: Can you at least see what you're eating?
The customer sitting next to me remarked that, like me, he also just fills up about a few cups of sauce, a different one for each bite.
Johnny called me to ask if I was around the mall because he needed someone to buy his alcohol. By the time I got there, he had already bought food from Waba Teriyaki Grill instead.
RYAN: There's a girl who works there whom I think is jackoffable.
JOHNNY: Yeah, me too!
RYAN: Wait, who are you talking about? In our crossed imaginations, we might accidentally be double-teaming the same chick!
Thankfully, Johnny was checking out someone else who had braces and wasn't working today. Although, it transitioned into the conversation I had with Chad two Saturdays ago about the code regarding tag-teaming a chick. Speaking of which, the jackoffable chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill - who was more jackoffable with blond hair than with her current dark hair - was working today. I'm still slowly getting used to it.
As for business, I ordered new contacts today with my new prescription and then went to capitalize on the 50%+ off discounts at the Halloween store across the street. But in the end, I decided the tie-dye tank top was one size too small. A few from me, though, was this chick, Sarah, who was one year my junior in high school. I think I busted a #3 to her back then. It was nice being able to renew her in the database for the first time in years.
On the crosswalk going back, I passed by the old white man who stood up to the cigarette-smoking, hot-tempered armenian last Tuesday. That guy's my hero. Clint Eastwood would be proud. He was with his girlfriend, an old Filipina lady.
I was able to spot my stalker at Hot Topic from the corner of my eye and then avoid eye contact as I walked by.
It's exactly ten months into the year today. New Year's Resolutions I've accomplished so far:
1) Tried Ballet.
2) Tried Gymnastics.
3) Back into B-Boyin,' or "Break-Dancing" as the media calls it.
Only a couple more to accomplish. Will I make it? Stay tuned.
I had my annual eye exam today exactly one month later than when I always have it, that being the first of October.
I had to borrow mommy's sun glasses afterward. I felt like I was stoned or at a rave. Mommy and I ate at Rubio's where upon entering I waved back at a fuzzy shape that turned out to be Fredy. The manager, Robert, was there.
ROBERT: Can you at least see what you're eating?
The customer sitting next to me remarked that, like me, he also just fills up about a few cups of sauce, a different one for each bite.
Johnny called me to ask if I was around the mall because he needed someone to buy his alcohol. By the time I got there, he had already bought food from Waba Teriyaki Grill instead.
RYAN: There's a girl who works there whom I think is jackoffable.
JOHNNY: Yeah, me too!
RYAN: Wait, who are you talking about? In our crossed imaginations, we might accidentally be double-teaming the same chick!
Thankfully, Johnny was checking out someone else who had braces and wasn't working today. Although, it transitioned into the conversation I had with Chad two Saturdays ago about the code regarding tag-teaming a chick. Speaking of which, the jackoffable chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill - who was more jackoffable with blond hair than with her current dark hair - was working today. I'm still slowly getting used to it.
As for business, I ordered new contacts today with my new prescription and then went to capitalize on the 50%+ off discounts at the Halloween store across the street. But in the end, I decided the tie-dye tank top was one size too small. A few from me, though, was this chick, Sarah, who was one year my junior in high school. I think I busted a #3 to her back then. It was nice being able to renew her in the database for the first time in years.
On the crosswalk going back, I passed by the old white man who stood up to the cigarette-smoking, hot-tempered armenian last Tuesday. That guy's my hero. Clint Eastwood would be proud. He was with his girlfriend, an old Filipina lady.
I was able to spot my stalker at Hot Topic from the corner of my eye and then avoid eye contact as I walked by.
It's exactly ten months into the year today. New Year's Resolutions I've accomplished so far:
1) Tried Ballet.
2) Tried Gymnastics.
3) Back into B-Boyin,' or "Break-Dancing" as the media calls it.
Only a couple more to accomplish. Will I make it? Stay tuned.
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