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I had a dream that I was driving a car. Mark was in the passenger seat while our old friend, Barbara, was in the back seat. We were traveling down essentially a fictional Los Angeles, resembling more of the route to Hollywood. I parked in front of a club. Barbara didn't want to go inside, scrutinizing it as if it was ghetto. But then she needed to use the restroom and wanted Mark and I to be her bodyguards inside. End of dream.

I slept through a text message at 6:59AM from my mommy saying that she found her cell phone at work as she had misplaced it all of yesterday.

At the gym, I did an hour on the treadmill. Its meter says I burned 689.0 calories over the distance of 5-point-something miles (it might've been 5.78) at 5.6 mph throughout the whole time. Although, it's possible that that's a ballpark figure.

Dana at Lush Cosmetics was the only one renewed in the database at the mall. I helped mommy with laundry before eating dinner at Jollibee at the Eagle Rock Plaza, where a couple of episodes of Glee have been filmed. Jollibee has a Wednesday special of two buckets of chicken for only $10. Of course I always add a halo halo to all my Filipino meals whenever I can. I read more of American Gods at Barnes & Noble before calling it a night.

I can do abdominal exercises again without injuring my ass

I had a dream last night that I was trying to fit a long strip of beef from Yoshinoya, which I had for dinner in real life before going to sleep ... and dad playfully helped me. That reminds me, dad's death anniversary is coming up. End of dream.

"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" - Albus Dumbledore, "King's Cross," Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

I went to the gym to do compound exercises in the new regiment of light weights, three sets of twenty repetitions each. AND I was finally able to do abdominal exercises again. Apparently, some time ago, I had gone crazy super-setting abdominal exercises that I ended up getting rug burn on my ass that I would then irritate whenever I tried to do abdominal exercises. But I've finally waited it out to heal.

I did something grownup by buying water at Costco. Then I went to Teagle Optometry to have my glasses retightened, but they half-assed it and I'll have to take it somewhere else so that they don't get annoyed with me. I read more of American Gods at Barnes & Noble before going home for a special live Tuesday night broadcast of WWE Smackdown.

Also, that chick Ruby finally poked me back on Facebook. It could've been yesterday, but I just noticed it today. I can bust a #3 to her again.

The [Harry]Potterhead versus the Redhead

I had a few dreams last night. 1) I think the dogs came to visit me again. 2) I was B-Boyin' in this studio on the top floor of some building that needed a long ladder to get to. People were impressed with my downrock. 3) Exiting the above studio, the ladder was suddenly replaced with a stairwell. I walked downstairs into a library that contained DVDs and videotapes of movies and TV shows. Shelves also contained stuff resembling what my college roommates in real life had left behind. My best friend Walter, who in real life has essentially vanished from the face of the earth, was present and I got to hug him as our grade school classmates looked on. End of dreams.

I caught last night's new episode of True Blood before going to the gym to spend half an hour on the treadmill, which I haven't done in a while. Then I came home, fired up the porn, and busted a #3 to that young, really long-haired redhead from last Thursday. (See entry 8/25/11.) Although, sometime in the middle, I started thinking about the fellow [Harry]Potterhead from the neighboring city's Hot Topic because the girl in one video that I watched prior looked like a prettier version of said Potterhead. But I ultimately finished to said redhead.

After watering Alex's lawn, I headed to read more of American Gods at Barnes & Noble. But on the way there, Faith was working at Brookstone in the mall, rocking eye glasses today, so she's renewed in the database. Seriously, where are all the other girls in the database these days? I came home to WWE RAW and Yoshinoya for dinner.

Why do they fill the urinals with ice?

Alarm clock woke me up to go to Gymnastics ... But I went back to sleep. I compensated by later going to the gym.

Mommy and I ate dinner at Zono Sushi for the first time since last February. (See entry 2/27/11.) We're practically strangers there now. I had my usual, but they were sold out of toro (fatty tuna), so added the scallop with mayonnaise instead. Random note: The door next to the restrooms is a secret passageway to the alley and has an air conditioner. Mental note: Why do they fill the urinals with ice?

I read more of American Gods at Barnes & Noble before going home.

The Deadly Boys versus Men Without Fear

I went to Top Rocking class. It's the fourth week now, and the first class with the substitute, whom I then mistook as the regular teacher, was still the best class. Today was mostly choreography. And to make it worse, there were no jackoffable chicks today. On the way home, I watered Alex's lawn.

Random: In the men's restroom at the mall, some guy complimented me on my Taylor Swift shirt. I briefly stopped by Charles Billiards to catch the main event of UFC 134. There was one blond chick who looked like a prettier version of my grade school classmate Stefanie (not to be confused with THE Stefanie). There was also another chick who resembled my high school classmate Jennifer, but with smaller eyes. They're both in my database.

I finally stopped by Brandon's new place in Pasadena as it was his new roommate's Birthday party. Brandon was actually ordered by the drunken Birthday boy to change out of his jersey and into a shirt that the latter made. It was a sleeveless white shirt ripped open. But Brandon would later poke holes in it and thread a shoe lace through it to give it a Renaissance feel. Anyway, there was a chick named Lotem whose accent was a combination of English and Israeli. I'd bust a #3 to only her voice, but the rest of her is just beer-goggles tolerable.

Anyway, highlight: There was a keg of Blue Moon. Brandon revealed to me that his and Dan's (the guy who would've had to have his hand literally amputated had he procrastinated a couple more days to go to the doctor) tag team name in pro-wrestling would be "Men Without Fear." But Matt and I, as an inside joke to people thinking we're brothers, would be called the "Deadly Boys" (pun on Dudley Boys).

BRANDON: [High-fives] Can the Deadly Boys feud with Men Without Fear?

Last stop of the night: Pat's Cocktails for rockstar David's Birthday party (not to be confused with Dave or Bartending classmate David). He had called me last Thursday ...

DAVID: Is this fat Filipino?
RYAN: Yes, this is 14.5% body fat Filipino.
DAVID: What have you been up to?
RYAN: Trying to get down to 10% body fat.

David's friend George approached me with a position to direct a few episodes of his show that he's trying to launch in January. By the time I got home, I was actually too tired to bust a #3 to any chick.

4 Scissors = Potential Wolfpac telepathy in this group

... Continued.

Last night, I picked up "Choir Boy" from his Muay Thai lesson. No Bar happened to be down the street. That reminds me, I've busted a #3 to the bartender, Paula, there. Anyway, I trained "Choir Boy" in FMA at a nearby park. Agenda: Sumbrada (Fighter Flow Drill), vertical gunting (scissors), and hubad lubad (to tie and untie). He was more delirious than usual, which he attributed to heat exhaustion. And then I became delirious when my phone died despite being fully charged.

"CHOIR BOY": Is your database stored on your phone?
RYAN: Wait, do you even know what a database is?
'CHOIR BOY": It's your black book, right?

Wow, innocence. No wonder he got nicknamed "Choir Boy."

Thankfully, plugging my phone into a charger defibrillated it. The rest of the "superhero meeting," as it must now be called - "Super A" and "G" - arrived, the latter almost carrying the former as she injured her leg. After a futile attempt to have the winner of a game of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" decide where to eat - We all somehow picked "scissors!" - we inexplicably headed to California Pizza Kitchen. Mental note: The backseat of "G"'s car is roomy enough to shoot a porn.

"G" and I shared a pizza called "The Works" while "Choir Boy" and "Super A" were blue-balled when the advertised gluten-free dishes were unavailable. The chef deserved a Karate Chop. But the wine was good.

In total: I had a corona, two glasses of wine, honey whiskey & Cherry Coke, and blueberry & something. We watched Underworld: Rise of the Lycans and I got home at 1:30AM.

I had a dream again that I was grappling and won with another arm-triangle submission, which, again, I've never attempted in real life. I woke up after a second opponent took my back, I spun around and used my leg to create distance, creating the illusion of an illegal kick, and got disqualified. End of dream.

Guitar practice was rescheduled last second to an hour earlier. It was a bitch playing Flamenco guitar after cutting my nails earlier this week.

I carried my guitar with me as a chick magnet at the mall afterward. I was able to sneak past my stalker at Hot Topic. I think. Faith at Brookstone was rocking eye glasses today, back to looking like Erica Durance as Lois Lane on Smallville. She was massaging her coworker with the vibrator electric neck massager. Mmm ... I could see the tan lines of her bra straps. The lingering teen in me had a boner.

I read more of American Gods at Barnes & Noble before going home to fire up the porn. There was this one video of a couple that was set to a bunch of 80's hair metal, which I recognized as drunkenly dancing to at Garry's Birthday party in West Hollywood last month. (See entry 7/16/11.) I then busted a #3 to that chick Madison from last Tuesday. (See entry 8/23/11.)

Glee in 3D = Air-guitaring, running up and down the row, with no shirt on

I watered Alex's lawn by my myself today.

On my way to watch Glee in 3D, I was initially headed to the AMC 8 when my Spidey Sense went off and I rerouted to the AMC 6. Thankfully, my Spidey Sense was right. I got a free Glee movie poster. There were only two other people in the theater with me and they sat in the front. Therefore, I sat in the back ... to air-guitar, running up and down the row, with no shirt on! Best. 3D experience. Ever.

I was at the Burbank mall and, while in Hot Topic (in this location I don't have to worry about my stalker), learned of a new band and a new song through their sound system: Hyper Crush's The Arcade.

I was already running late to meet up with the one who must now be known by the secret code name "Choir Boy" when I saw this chick. She was walking with her mom. The chick had long red hair that actually went past her ass. Yeah, that long. I remembered how one chick once used my hair, when it was a lot longer, to wrap it around her waist. But I could so do the same to myself with this chick's long red hair. She had a retro hippie look - a mostly-yellow tye-dye shirt, yellow sunglasses that hung at the neck, torn jeans that were probably bought torn, and boots. She wandered into Pac Sun. I followed until she went into Hot Topic since it would look weird to walk back inside when I was just there. She looked old enough to be legal (though it could just be wishful thinking). She's in my database.

Then I finally snapped out of it and remembered I was already late in meeting up with "Choir Boy."

To Be Continued ...