until the bitter end

only 2 days of school this week, went windsurfing at jerico for p.e and hands down the best field trip i've had. thursday was a poweroutage at north and friday i filmed grad stuff and was excused. greeaaat weeek but time to get down to work.

hectic is all i can say. juggling, a big music video, a fixed gear documentary, school, 25 or so hours every 2 weeks and a girlfriend.

not to mention throwing my birthday on the 7th at kits.

all i want to do, is drop everything, nap and chill out. but no, i need to presevere and give it my all.

plenty of time to relax later.



bike part list; yellow griptape, crank overhaul, new seatpost, pedal straps, mini bike pump.

goddam

I had one of those weeknds that had so much potential but everything went down the drain. All i have to show for it is a mind-numbing hangover and an incomplete jigsaw puzzle of what went on saturday night.

Firstly, i messed up bigtime on the location of the battle, i don't even know how i made a mistake that big. I was supposed to take tien to the jam and i'd been looking forward to going with her all week long. When i realized i was too busy sulking and it threw me off completely. When we were by the actual venue we decided to pass on the jam. all i wanted to do was spend time with her. We(or i at least) zoned out staring at the water beside science world before she had to take her brother to din. I walked all the way to the jam, fed up with transit. I get in, around 3 hours late, missed watching joy win he bgirl battle, powerhead battle and caught the last bit of the style battle. And best of all dj kool herc didn't even make it.
That killed me.
Somehow derrick who had one too many energy drinks tried to cheer me up and signed us up on the spot with 2 random people he found. Shameful set on my end up against Felonious Savages and i felt sleepy the whole way through. I cyphered for a bit and then left during the finals with korea to head to a party.

We find the place and bottles don't open until 9 or so. I swear people have the most difficulty pouring shots without spilling. 15 shots and a cooler later i was done and hadn't eaten all day. Woke up later and a bunch of us had a group conversation that led nowhere. I called home to tell them i was sleeping over at a friends and that i'd get a ride in the morning. Felt like crap and for some reason i just wanted help clean up, head home and shower then go for a ride. Instead i got home showered helped my dad powerwash the house and slept for a good 4 hours. I got up and started reading that dreadful book "the catcher and the rye" even though it goes nowhere and seems pointless and i thought long and hard about my weekend. I hate how i don't feel bad while drinking, but rather the morning/day after when nobody's there to talk to.

Stupid weekend, i'm going back to taking double shifts.

thick as blood.

prepping up this week for the battle tomorrow and I got a good feeling about this, taking my sweet time and making sure I can put up a mean fight with earl tomorrow.
If he reads this then I'll punch him because he should be practicing, I haven't seen him in a long time and still owe him his birthday beaaats.

Afterschool today my dad called me while i was practicing and asked if i was going anywhere tonight, I said no and I'd be home after practice. First reaction to that question is, something must be up. At home I knew either; I'd done something wrong, they'd found out about something, or a big change was about to happen, either way it was going to be bad news.

Finally he says, I need to talk to you for a bit. Of course it's just the two of us at home, and we sit at the dinner table. By now I'm expecting the worst.

He started with my grades(which I agreed with him were below par), and he also let me get my input in. He went on with the family and he even got into a bit of how his parents were when he told them he was leaving Vietnam.

The whole formality of this was completely foreign to me. Usually when we talk about my grades I feel like shit, and it ends with both of us frustrated.

My mom's way of telling me, is with yelling, and hurtful comments and then she tops it off with in a nutshell "Sorry, I'll stop caring from now on"(which shakes me up no matter how many times she says it, but has never gone through with it, luckily)

I even told her once, why can't she for once just sit me down for once and talk to me like a human, and that i'm not a dog. (that of course was followed by s'more hurtful material of hers)

Instead this evening I left the table feeling more love for my parents, though it was my father than sat me down and talked to me. Whatever he did I appreciate it more than I could ever express, and it made me realize how understanding he actually is.

one for the books

its been a rollercoaster of a weekend. Went to the eatery for tien's 16th. Can't begin to explain how great it feels to spend time with tien again.
a bit before that ivan and I were looking for a good bakery for buns in chinatown, we found a giant robot.

Sunday consisted of sleeping in, and after I got the tires on my bike changed me and rye went for a ride. Falling off my bike at high speeds has never been this fun.

ps. New playlist up top