Smallville Season 10 Finale

I did my 18th day of my current heavy lifting regiment at the gym. I've noticed I've been able to finish closer to the ideal time of 45 minutes.

I rocked at guitar practice.

I watched an all new Degrassi. Tough guy, gay Riley finally came out that he's gay. Yay.

And then, it was time: Smallville season 10 finale! Cyborg, the Black Canary, Hawk Man, and Star Girl all guest-starred! And it ends with Clark Kent stabbing himself with a dagger made of blue kryptonite (which makes him human) and falling to his doom in a Messianic kind of way! To be continued.

I cancelled bowling with Arthur and his friends that he introduced me to on our Birthdays to hang out with Mark. Mark and Erica used to bowl all the time, so he didn't feel like going since he broke up with her. Our following text conversation:

MARK: If you wanna go bowlin. Go for it bro.
RYAN: No. Bros before hoes. In this case, bowling's the ho.
MARK: Lol are you sure man?? It really is ok bro. If you really wanna go, go for it man. Im still gonna love u regardless
RYAN: What part of bros before hoes don't you understand? In the mean time, you should check out the Smallville season finale right now.

We went to hookah at Cafe-O. There was this chick with dark, shoulder length hair. Cute face. She was with a group of chicks playing cards. She was even dancing in her seat to whatever the place was playing. She's in my database. If only this was a porn flick, we would've had some cheesy dialogue about cards, started dancing together, but somehow ended up in the restroom (where I was puking a couple weeks ago on my BDay), and bow chick wow wow.

Then there was a waitress with long, blond and wavy hair. She caught me looking at her and was like, "I'll be with you guys in one second." But we'd already been served. And now I got her voice as audio along with the rest of her in my database.

We had to bounce after Mark got a text message from his sister that his mom was crying. Mental note: Vanilla Peach hookah is the best. Ended the night by busting a #3 to said girls.

Terminator and Philosophy

I ran for half an hour on a treadmill at the gym. Then went to LSAT prep class at night. It was chill. We surprisingly finished early, so I went mallratting at the Americana. I called up Eugene and we made plans to finally go to Renaissance Faire for the weekend of the 22nd and 23rd. Meanwhile, I stumbled across some book called Terminator and Philosophy. I skimmed through it, but they got stuff about time travel wrong, so I dismissed it.

Charley horse cramps in both calves wouldn't stop me from squatting with weights

I woke up with a charley horse cramp in my calf, but managed to go back to sleep ... only to wake up later with ANOTHER charley horse cramp in the other calf! That's both calves with charley horse cramps! But that wouldn't stop me from squatting with weights at the gym today.

I was preparing a sweet bagel, in which I would spread Greek yogurt, when I accidentally cut my finger with a knife! Can this day get any worse so early?

I watched last night's Glee on Hulu.com. Then did my 17th day of this current heavy lifting regiment at the gym.

I did some LSAT practice on my own like a good little boy.

My mommy dragged me to church with her despite it being Wednesday. She also stayed for confession afterward.

But at least she took me to Red Robin for dinner. Yay. I tried this new burger patty melt that they have, but had my usual freckled lemonade.

I came home in time for The Ultimate Fighter. Still watching Spike TV right now.

Mental note: Hoegaarden bottles are the thickest

Guro and I had our Filipino Martial Arts (FMA) training today at 1:00PM. His roommate Cynthia was there, chillin' with a book. It was just more review but spent most of the time drilling Lock and Block.

I accidentally brought the wrong book to LSAT prep class. Some chick named Morgan (obviously not to be confused with my buddy Morgan) who sits next to Ginger was explaining how more alcohol cures a hangover, describing it as a slow withdrawal and labeling this information as "College 101." Also, seeing the side of Ginger's face more closely, I was able to add more accurate details to my database.

BRADY: I live down this street, but that way.
RYAN: Oh, so walking distance?
BRADY: Yeah, but I wouldn't walk. There's a bunch of crackheads out at night because I live across the street from a rehab center. I'd have like something in my pocket if I had to be out.
RYAN: Those are m Vegas tactics. Whenever I have to walk back to my hotel at 4 in the morning, I always make sure I have an empty beer bottle in my back pocket.
BRADY: The best ones are those Hoegaarden bottles. They're the thickest. I dropped one from six stories high ... and it just bounced!

BRADY: I lost like $200 in 20 minutes. Where do you go gambling in Vegas?
RYAN: I don't go gambling. I just go drinking.
BRADY: [Laughs.] That works.

After class, Ginger and I ended up walking on opposite sides of the street at the same pace and distance. I saw where she parks and what kind of vehicle she drives (I think it's some kind of SUV). Database.

I came home for WWE NXT, a.k.a. The "American Dragon" Bryan "Daniel Bryan" Danielson Show. And this promo sent shivers down my spine ...



Then I went to the gym late at night for the 1st time in months. I saw Iam, Victor, and Dennis who works the graveyard shift at the front desk.

Class on Sunday wasn't a typo after all

Guro had to reschedule our Filipino Martial Arts (FMA) training today for tomorrow. I bought my mommy a Mother's Day card (even though Mother's Day was yesterday) and then did my 16th day of this heavy lifting regiment at the gym.

I went to my LSAT tutoring with Sissy at 2:30PM. I then found out that we now have Sundays added to our class schedule as of yesterday. That means I missed class for the 1st time as I was at PWG yesterday.

RYAN: I really thought that was a typo!
SISSY: No, there are no typos here.

RYAN: This weekend was practically one long day. As soon as class ended last Saturday, I had to begin a day of errands, which culminated in me watching these MMA fights, which culminated in me going home at 5 in the morning.
SISSY: So you wouldn't have been able to come to class on Sunday anyway even if you knew!

RYAN: I can't believe I can't be hung over on Sundays anymore.
SISSY: You can drink to your heart's content on June 8! (The day after the LSAT.)

Afterward, I visited Brian at the GNC to catch up on a couple weeks of stories.

And then I gave my mommy her Mother's Day card, pretending that it was in my trunk the whole time and only forgot to give it to her yesterday. Ended the night with WWE Raw.

Saw my new nephew Tristan for the 1st time; Pot Wrestling Guerrilla/Pro Wrestling Ganja

Mommy woke me up after only a few hours of sleep. We went to some restaurant at CSUN, that wasn't built yet when I attended school there, for Mother's Day. Cousin Ned found that place. I saw my new nephew Tristan for the 1st time. Then we found out that Auntie Bella, my mommy's sister who I rarely get along with, lost her purse when she left it in a parking lot. This prompted us to recount stories such as when she left her bags of groceries at a parking lot and when she forgot to close her trunk and her groceries flew everywhere into the street. Haha. Moral of the story: She's senile.

Matt and I later went to PWG. The 101 wasn't moving, so I detoured into the 170, exited Sherman Way and took the streets the rest of the way. I feel like such a bad ass being able to do that!

We met Samantha in line. That chick who wears the flower in her hair (and whom I've busted a #3 to before) was in the audience. Also the chick with the braided pigtails from last time. And some new chick sitting next to her who was also jackoffable. And then the chick where I had to text an absent Chad ...

Yo! Too bad you're not at PWG right now. That chick we both jack off to is here. And she's drunk, flipping off wrestlers, and screaming. Plus, beer.

He responded ...

How is the show? I already regret not going. Same as last time.

The asian bartender was there again. But Lisa was absent again. Boo. But she memorized that I always get a pitcher of Sam Adams. Today, they had Summer Ale.

RYAN: Lisa ditched you again today?
ASIAN BARTENDER: [Rolls eyes] Something about having to be with her mother today.

I finally found out the asian bartender's name is (don't know how to spell it, but she pronounced it as re-shawn).

Oh, and the dude taking tickets at the front door thinks Matt and I are brothers. We're going to roll with it in a Dudley Boys-sort-of-way.

But the main story of the night is: The majority of PWG's fanbase have become marijuana-users, coincidentally when Paul London started wrestling regularly. I took my piss break during Chris Hero's entrance and some dude was pissing next to me ...

RYAN: I intentionally took my piss break now during Chris Hero's entrance.
DUDE: I know. He sucks.
RYAN: I know.
DUDE: Dude, I'm gonna smoke in the stall. Do you want a hit?

Damn, sucks for quitting. And then later Matt went to the restroom and while peeing in the stall someone was knocking on the door like, "Hey, if you're smoking in there, can I have a hit?"

We went to a Denny's afterward where the waitress got Matt's order all wrong that he told me, "If I see you leave a tip on the table for her, I'll smash this glass on your head!" So no tip.

The longest Saturday

I showed up for a practice test at my LSAT class. I passed by Jackie and said to myself, Haha ... I jacked off to you last night. I took the empty seat in front of Ginger and said to myself, I'ma jack off to you later. (Again, I don't use codewords when I talk to myself.)

On Vanessa's side of the room, they were having some weird conversation with words like "vasectomy."

GINGER: What kind of conversation are they having over there?
RYAN: (Turning to Ginger) That's what I was thinking!

I technically talked to her! Score!

VANESSA: ... I found the best way to ignore him was just to be drunk.
RYAN: Are you talking about drinking over there?
VANESSA: Yeah.
RYAN: [Fist pump] Yes!
JUAN: Are you hung over right now?
RYAN: Not right now.
JANIE: Tomorrow?
RYAN: Yeah.
JANIE: A Mother's Day buzz? (Joking) Thank you mom for bringing me into this world!

After the practice test, surprisingly the normally introverted Jackie spoke to me! Just basically about how she's not confident about taking the test next month, blah, blah, blah ... But still!

Then did my 15th day of my current weight lifting regiment. Mark met me at my house. We rolled out. A few errands: Sam Adams Cherry Wheat beer, dropped off a guitar payment where they offered me coffee that burned the taste buds off my tongue, and stepped inside the church for a few minutes so I could tell my mommy that I went. Then off to Simi Valley to watch the UFC fights with an old friend named Michael where he just bought a new house.

Backstory: I met Michael at Coyote Ugly in Las Vegas 2 Decembers ago. He was with these 2 chicks - Peggy and Mackenzie (they're cousins). Mackenzie was younger than me, but had a daughter and was taking a "break" from her marriage. I hooked up with Mackenzie.

So it was my 1st time seeing Michael since then. I broke diet as I had pizza, stuffed crust pizza, pasta, beer, and wine.

Afterward, I stopped by Brandon, Morgan, and Hasel's place where I introduced them to Mark. I had some Kraken & Coke and more beer. They had some of the people from their last party (see entry 3-28-10). And then that chick Caroline from said last party walked in with a 12-pack of Heineken.

BRANDON: [High-fives me] I did not fuck up!

Inside joke: Last time, AFTER Caroline left, Morgan said, "I forgot to tell you guys, she was nobody's chick. You guys could've banged her." And we flipped out, "You're telling us this NOW?" And Morgan said, "I fucked up, I fucked up."

Caroline was kind off snobbish, though. Fuck that. I shall punish her by busting a #3 to her later.

When I got home, I busted a #3 to Caroline as promised.