it feels like i haven’t worked for so dang looooooong—wait thats true. any­ways, what i have been doing while look­ing for a “career” is an adven­ture on its own. i usu­al­ly wake up way ear­ly in the morn­ing just to catch the news…yup, the morn­ing news—it’s usu­al­ly 7 o’ clock, or 8 o’ clock… yup, in the morn­ing.

dur­ing memo­r­i­al day mon­day, i saw good day LA by fox-tv on chan­nel 11. it’s weird to see how that show can take the num­ber one spot in morn­ing news cat­e­go­ry. i mean, they just fool around…and they’re very laid back in com­par­i­son to oth­er morn­ing news cast teams. but i guess that’s the win­ning com­bi­na­tion for a morn­ing news show, some good lookin’ women and some great laugh.

so what else is new? you might say. well, a lot but also a lit­tle… weird huh?! every­thing is locked down in OC. i drink vit­a­mins every­day and still, i get sick. i work out and still, i get tired (then get sick). i try to win the lot­tery and still, i for­get to buy a tick­et in the first place (then get sick). so pret­ty much—i’m on the sick-streak, or i’m a sick-mofo. i don’t know what it is or what’s caus­ing such a phe­nom­e­non to occur on a reg­u­lar basis around me. what the heck?!

in oth­er news, hap­py bday cat! (belat­ed or what have you…) i hope you were “supplies(ed)” haha even though there were tons of shoes at the door­way. but as always, good times when the homies have a get-togeth­er.

also, it’s also good see­ing friends after a long amount of MIA-age time. but noth­ing can beat the good source of ran­dom things—juan aka. jon, aka. juan-two-three, aka. juan-a-thon, aka. MY IDOL! haha­ha.

today, i learned where clap­ping orig­i­nat­ed from—INCREDIBLE i tell ya. this guy is an almanac; noth­ing is a mys­tery to him. if you’d like to increase your knowl­edge of how things work, go read his blog at juan.916xl.com.

so with a flash­back at cat’s “sup­plies” bday din­ner last night, i learned that friendster.com is real­ly evil. but damn it, just like AIM… i knew it was evil to begin with, and still signed up for the damn ser­vice to waste hours and hours online—yup, very pro­duc­tive. i guess friend­ster is just like AIM but with big­ger pic­tures, and a big­ger capac­i­ty of a bud­dy list. the only thing that might be good with it is that peo­ple might actu­al­ly get away with being on it for hours and hours dur­ing work—where most com­pa­nies block chat pro­grams like AIM.

baaaah, anoth­er thing to waste time on—friendster.com. any­ways, today was reg­gae­fest. i did­n’t get there till late cause i dropped off G’s bags and stuff at macarthur. it was dif­fer­ent once i got to the pub. every­one was just in their own clicks—waaaaay dif­fer­ent than the past years. i mean for instance, after get­ting free drinks at the UCI stu­dent terrace/lawn area…everyone head­ed up on to the pub to get some more drinks, and watch the lak­ers. peo­ple were not divid­ed but more clumped up with dif­fer­ent groups—and every­one was unit­ed, chant­i­ng… ED! ED! ED! aaah the good ole’ days of reggaefest—REGGAE MUSIC, THE LAKERS, AND EVERYONE CHANTING ED! ED! ED!

but i guess since the lak­ers lost ear­ly, there is no uni­ty amongst these young­in’s. any­ways, i only spent a good hour just to say wat­up to peeps new and old. i then met up w/ MY IDOL!, ai, lil jay, chris l. and joe­ma­ma at the irvine mar­ket­place. they made me their bitch, and drove em to buca where we ate din­ner. good times, good times…and oh yeah, LOTS of rum in that tiramisu.

which brings me to the present… THE NOW, where every­one should be liv­ing at. one thing every­one should take whole-heart­ed­ly and not take for­got­ten are your friends. no mat­ter how stu­pid you act when you’re togeth­er, it makes every­one laugh. and laugh­ter is such an impor­tant thing today, with­out it… we won’t know peo­ple like Bob Hope (hap­py 100th B! big ups), or the almero-es, or the such-is-the-life-of-joe (which soon will be called, such-is-the-hair-of-joe).

from my mind to yours, we go togeth­er like a wink and a smile…pizout and dont’ take life too seri­ous­ly!