i swear

nobody said this shit was gonna be easy but i'm REALLY takin' it now.

i have a close friend named alex. he lives 3 blocks away. he used to live in a little apt complex first floor, met some cool neighbors up top, moved in with them right after summer.

alex's new room mate though.. named kahlin or whatever.. is REALLY starting to get on my nerves. i don't think i actually 'hated' a person until now. his racist jokes are what gets me the most. he literally lives off of being an asshole to everybody, and he seems to enjoy every minute of it. even his other room mate says he has four friends who don't come over anymore because they'd rather not deal with kahlin. he is so overly immature, insecure, and attention-deprived, he pushes people away before he is left behind.. which i'm sure he has all the right reasons to do so, it still doesn't make it right. and i'm pretty confident as to knowing what is right and what is too much. alex just got the cutest puppy two days ago, which makes it all more difficult for me because i am obsessed with dogs, hence my friend's dog, hell yeah. anyway..

okay BUDDY..i understand the fact that you're in the whole 'rap' shit and trying to make your name out there. i also understand the fact you think you're bad-ass, and you wanna act all funny and witty with your racist jokes, but DO realize when you cross the line, before you hurt yourself and others. you're young, black, independent, and a virgin. that probably explains a lot.

okay, maybe i'm stereotypical. but whos to say you're not, you racist fuck?

i HATE hate blogs. but this one had to be done. call me a hypocrite, i'll pass this time

cool.

i just saw "500 days of summer", with my good elementary friend nikkole from canada.

a good movie.

home

home. back in la.

first class today up at hillside.

'intro to figure drawing'

our professor, ronald llanos, seems like a rad man.

he read us some quotes from "zen philosophy", which were a little odd, yet interpreted correctly.

seems like a good class. portfolio time. i'm ready.

back home.

home. boulder. 

it's funny how those two words somehow connect themselves together in my mind.

the more i come back to boulder from crazy LA the more i appreciate the beauty and it's subtle isolation from the rest of the state, or even the world. 

i don't even live in boulder, i live in longmont, 20 minutes north. 

nonetheless, i still pretend like i do. 

i'm here for 2 more weeks before going back to the sunshine state, and waking up whenever i want has been the favorite part of my trip.... yet. 

20.

my birthday was wednesday, june 10th.

me and friends went to an "asian-fusion" restaurant called, "equator cafe".

the old town pasadena is always crackin, except for rainy wednesdays like june 10th, 2009.

it was good though, in the midst of all the craziness that was going on inside my little apartment bedroom, i felt like i needed to get the F out of it and celebrate once in a year free pass to get plastered and be on top of the world. 

literally.

first, we had appetizers, edamame, and some yummy dumplings with special soy sauce. 

then the entree. mine was called "wasabi-crusted fillet mignon". sixteen bucks. yikes. 

despite the price tag on a piece of cow and some onion rings,  it was worth it.

twenty-1 is going to be a whole different story. 

20 is plenty.... for now!