snazzy checkers

(yesterday) i dont skateboard. but i do wear footware. and i also like checkers. i dont like the game. im a chess person. im lazy.

late:
I wake up at 7:08 i decide that's gives me some time to rest. i close my eyes then open them. the phone rings, its my mother. my sister answers it and rudely talks. it could only be one person. My sibling orders me to get up it's 7:40 and school starts at 8:00 i rush, doing weird things that were edited do to graphic contenet to get out of the house. i call my uncle twice for i dont have bus money. "Are you ready?" a women behind a white shutter on my mom's side says.
My mom pulled me up and i was tardy. moral of the story dont have parents.

school
i hate people. people hate me. i didnt realize how passionate i am about film. Being my eavesdropping self i over hear a conversation about a bomb. "Vanilla Sky was trippy, it kinda sucked at the end, but it was still good". Even though it was mediocre/ alright the way he said it made me lash out an exaggerated response. "The whole movie kinda sucked" the hatred began. we went back and forth and then to truely make me end the conversation. "Hey Titanic had bad acting, but it was a good story". He thought he won because i didnt reply, but i was just holding the anger inside me so he wouldnt die one thousand deaths. His name is Charlie.

nutrition
Daniel owns crap. starburst can fly. Charlie is a heathen.

after school
i now have three cavities and three cavity fillings.
my mom is suppose to pick me up, my regulars abandon me and i wait. She didnt show up so i follow alex. we do the usual routine of jojo, donuts, and soda. i call her from my house. she picks me up.
the dentist was awkward. it didnt hurt but the taste are so weird and cringing, like the novocaine. when i saw smoke coming from my mouth i was pretty mellow though.
I love checkered shoes. Vans sells checkered shoes. My mom brought two pair old skool, actual spelling, and red slip ons. we both like the old skool and the red ones go with most of my clothing. idont go shoe shopping but these are really cool. starwipe cut to dont do drugs.

wontons
in a feeble effort to bond with me, my mother and i go to a resturant featured in the food section. many small awkward conversations insued. i want her to get me, but not annoy me. The place was alright she edamame wontons in fire frying sauce and just got the crispy kind.
She wants me to sell my guinae pig to my a franchise, i say no, she'll do it anyway.
The woman next to us brought a new bmw and now has a weird type of carpel tunel in her neck, i order green tea ice cream to go.

home
odelay. interstate. imesh. boyfriend. sneak.

man these are bitchin'.
posted by Justin at 6:16 PM

swack

Tuolumne Berkley Camp. Tuolumne is a small yet beautiful meadow with silent water and tall grass. Berkley is a region in notheren california were studies now prove that seventy-five percent of all material is created from hemp. Camp, inspiration for a thriving soul or insects, wood, and cotton.

day three:
average. i seem to assume im annoying to my older cousin for following him everywhere he goes, including his daily routine of killing three month old babies in self defense. Older family friends of mine think im funny and i modestly reject the comment. i dont know maybe i have matured, last year i didnt go so maybe everyone is finally realizing my superiority.
i helped make signs for the next camp theme day. I met a fellow new imac owner and we shared a sacred apple tribal dance; they have some strange animals.
every year there is a staff show. it's family fun with the same characters and different stories every year. its incredibly tacky and badly produced, yet it always wins seven golden globes, three emmys, two grammys, and a blockbuster movie award every year. this year it was nominated for an academy award. the performance was bell and the tuolumne troll, a spoof of Beauty and the Beast.
i love speed. every night i hit up at least eight turns. my dealer wasnt the best he always fumbled with the merchandise. it really screws you up if you lose and he shuffles to much.

day four
worse. it was terrificly boring. i still follow my cousin i also go swimming in the cold tuolumne water. i swim to one end swim back and come out. my cousin likes the smith's.
im the odd one out. my two cousins are named jihaari and pilaar, my sister karrill. lets play thje similarity game. jihaari, karrill, justin, pilaar. can you figure out the different one? that's why i told people my name was a jamal, small african 'in' jokes insued.
orange county. please kill me for spending that time. jack black wasnt funny, it was anticlimatic, and was really not funny. but they did reveal the truth about the states backwater.

day five
we leave today. i wander off to go to tuolumne meadows, everyone gets pissed and we leave off schedule without shedding good byes's.
the trip seemed longer, i killed time by doing late homework. we also had in and out.

home
bag. light. bed. talk.

wait, what animal says swack.
posted by Justin at 6:03 PM

breakfast rock

the bridge glistens in the pseudo chrome with every swift movement of the headlights. the mound is ahead we are near the forest destination. it is black, complete darkness that is dense and thick, that will wrap you closely and engulf you into the lonesome underworld. A figure arises in a gray sweat shirt and matching sweat shorts, a light comes on and im squinting.

day one:
technically it was not day one but it is the day i left. long trip but somehow i wasnt annoyed by the length. is that a new sign of maturity, too bad i was asleep three fourths of the journey. I am forced to ride with my eager uncle who had rightly prepared everything. earlier that day i recieved a note from my japanese bound friend david. it was nice but he wasn't much of a letter writer so i found my amusement switching off and on. i also purchased a macintosh magazine with some informative articles and a nicely packed shareware disk. The ride was flourished with tapes of VH1 soul but i tolerated it despite its false advertising. We ate at Mcdonalds unlucky enough to remember we made an agreement to never swallow poisen again, but i guess we all felt a little suicidle after driving. I then listen to my ipod and got up to 50 continuos songs at shuffle, as a i started to fall asleep my uncle became paranoid and ordered me to tell him the tempature and direction every time it changed. i did so for 5 seconds.
Since we arrived so late we had to sleep in cars. i was chosen to sleep in my uncles car and that's not exactly what happened. he was scarred of the darkness and read his bible until sunrise were i finally got to rest. wild and crazy aint he.

day two
spongey eggs, rubber sausage, dead juice. Not very exciting or eventful morning. I piss off my cabin mates by wandering off leaving the setup to them. I meet nothern californians. If i hear the word hella one more time i will strongly reconsider eating mcdonalds again. i came back to the cabin to be greeted harshly for not helping so i lay on my bed with a new, beautiful hue of yellow pillow.
I forget lunch and catch up with my older cousin jihaari, we like similar music and share the same hairstyle, although his is better groomed and longer. I find myself hanging out with the wannabe rastifarian. It was fun i suppose, but i hadn't prepared for the overflow of yuppie.
small falls. favorites. funny. dustin.

to be continued
i dont feel like writing the rest so im turning a perfectly good tale into a miniseries airing on random nights, i also aplied for a marketing job at ABC. tommorow i will finish.
posted by Justin at 8:13 PM