A bit of premature ejaculation, but I’m giving tumblr a try. I just don’t feel the urge to full out blog anymore, but I’m not quite ready for the “simplicity” of twitter.

http://hypsterism.tumblr.com/

as fuck.

I actually want to read the book.

7th place in my first alley cat =P

They gave me a sticker for falling down in the street during a trackstand. I was still clipped in while a car was creeping up. The driver laughed at me.

I present to you a story. Not to judge, but just to read.

So I’m helping another teacher than usual for this week. His name is Mr. Pierce. He attended UCR back in the day, but his story starts in high school.  He was one of those that were smart but preferred to just scrape by. He would ace a test so that he could slack off til final time and settled for C’s. He figured out his parents would be happy as long as it appeared he was trying. He used to think he was slick. When graduation came along, he did not plan to move on to college. His dad confronted him telling him to either find a job or join the army. He did not want to do either. He noticed all his friends were going to college. He asked himself how hard could it be, right? He went over and talked to the chancellor of the school. He explained his reasons, dreams, and such. He tried to explain that he was smart although his transcript did not represent this. Back in the day the chancellor was allowed to admit four students without reason, and the rest is history (HAHA CLICHE WHATEVZ)… after many many interviews and stuff like that.

Then he told me about this creative writing course (back in the day they didn’t have a creative writing major)= (I just closed the parenthesis with a smiley) he took. On the first day of class they were presented with an assignment. If they received an A on this first assignment, they would not have to attend class again. He figured why not try. Being a black man during a time when they were expressing their pride and beauty, he decided to write his paper on their hair and hair picks. Writing papers the night before they are due, usually results in errors and dumb typos.

solely…. souly

The professor called his name among a few others and congratulated them. He told Pierce he was a genius and was curious as to how he came up with it.

Which reminds me of when I wrote an essay regarding humor and jokes. I used a joke about a lady who had orgasms constantly. I used the word “climax” to refer to the punchline in the joke. My teacher wrote, “pun?”

1. Haircut since 3 months, Buffet OMNOM
2. Jook omnom, Pho omnom
3. De Young – YSL omnom, Warhol meh
4. King of Thai OMNOM
5. Rock Band jam sesh OMNOM, Shanghai food OMNOM
6. Hip surprise =), KFC OMNOM
7. Hawaiian BBQ – My stomache is broken, Hot pot omnom

Hype Hype Hype

While I take a final and go home.

SoCal still at it with them palm trees. At least the sky is blue.

I went to Farmer Boys for a cheeseburger today.

either… I look fucking old, she accidently pressed the wrong button, or I’m just a good looker.

The first two are unlikely, which only leaves the latter =)

I’m ready to go home though.

In Twitter, you follow the people you are interested about, people that actually are interesting, people that are interested in being interesting.

On Facebook, you X the people you really just can’t stand anymore.

I’ve been really digging this hipster electronic shit lately. Have you?

So I was humming a tune the whole day but couldn’t remember where it was from… Then I remembered. LITTLE BOOTS <3

which is a cover of Day And Night by Kid Cudi.

Went out to Redlands on Monday. A fun ride I’ll admit. They ended the ride in an underground parking garage. Like many, this parking garage had slick cement, thick painted arrows, and oil from drippy cars. We played tag on bikes, which was VERY FUN, but just so happens luck was not on my side. Being chased, skidded and had my back wheel slip out on me on an arrow. Chasing, went into a corner too fast, and my back wheel slipped out again. Friend said it was cause of an arrow again.

Not to take away from Mouse’s crash, but FUCK does my shoulder hurt.

At least my bar tape matches…