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!

fuck

FUCK.

one page of "how-to" takes a whole fucking day.

and its now tuesday. class thursday.

i have one done. (almost.)

FML

yum

hello world,

this coffee tastes really good.

and brother ali never sounded better at 340am.

"struggling to sleep" is my excuse to finish these renderings before class tomorrow.

not much has been up, except missing friends and family. 

i was playing basketball at a local park near an elementary school. 

the time was around 3pm, where little kids run out the school, into their moms' mini-vans. 

i stood and reminisced about my elementary days, playing soccer, ditching after-school academy, sitting in front of an arcade video game box playing "street fighter 2" for hours, until mom came whooping my ass.

this blog was the most pointless

great success.

wowza

wowza. im back on track.

wowza i like the word. master yoda i'm speaking more like....

today, a couple buddies of mine and i took a trip to the dodgers game. A very crowded place.. as they stay up top as one of the league's leaders, it seems as though their fans get more rude and louder. 

i was sort of rooting for the mets, since new york is much more rad than la. living in los angeles and feeling obligated to root for a team i never really took a interest in, (plus it was kind of cliche) didn't quite do it for me. they beat the mets 2-1. both teams filled up all bases one time, but neither fell through. baseball is very boring to watch sometimes. 

afterwards, we got some jack in the box, parked in front of the rose bowl stadium, put an instrumental on, and freestyled for a good couple of hours. i got made fun of for sucking at first,  but towards the end i spat some fat rhymes which was tight. my friends approved by their occasional "OHHH!",  getting hyphy, and gestures like covering their mouths with a fist and bumping to the beat.

afterwards, i wasted (or spent wisely) my time from the day i got back from the dodgers game until now 7am, by watching 3 episodes of the star wars, one of george lucas's most famous, and debatably the best films of all time. 

as weird as this might sound, i watched them from an artist's point of view; observing everything- different situations of environments, characters, colors of the light sabers, and even queen amidala's sexy costumes ;)

i am soopa tired but today is my class day. 

i already passed my bed time. 

now its time to draw... hopefully those humanoids have somewhat stuck in my sleepless mind.

p.s "american graffiti" is up next!