miss you like crazy...

hello fellow zzyzx reprise readers! =) i'm just blogging to say that i miss you all. yes, let me say that again...i miss you all. life has been hectic lately -- applications, work, school, studying blah blah blah, and in the midst of things i submerse myself in my future plans, so much so that i have less/no time to savor the present. but i'm working on it, and i just want you all to know that i LOVE you all, MISS you all, and pray that things are as they should be in YOUR lives. hope to see you all on saturday at mass...

a tip that has been keeping me sane:

spend some quiet moments with HIM today. hear HIS voice in the silence, and peacefully surrender yourself while in prayer. just talk to Him...He's been waiting for a long time.

pssh...well..

so, what i realized ... is something that i still need to realize...
i don't blog much here because i don't have much to say. and if i blog just to say something that's not worth anything, should i blog anyway?...but then there are those that will be like, "what the..??" so yea...i dunno.

anyway, it was raining last night and today like no other. the thunder was unbelievably loud...almost as loud as the sound my stomach made wednesday or friday of this week. don't remember exactly which day it was. but who cares, right?...the point is that the thunder was just incredibly loud. it was like two clashing clashers or something. it was pretty crazy. i woke up and heard it...got scared, and then fell right back to sleep. it was great. the rain was just coming down. the sad part though is that i haven't been outta the house for this whole day. i wanted to do a little shopping but i didn't want to be out in the rain....which brings me to:

rain stories!! anyone have a rain story?...hmmm, i'm thinking if i have one. i'll just leave it to you guys to come up with some....if i remember any, i will definitely let you all know. so take care, stay warm and dry....

today, i realized...

i already posted on my blog today and i think one entry per day per blog is enough for me. so i'll post here about my realizations of the day...

i realized that...

i spit too much. moreso than anyone else in this city. so i guess you can say that that's pretty nasty, right?

i quote movies and random shtuff too many times. it seems that i make it a part of my everyday conversations, to quote movies. i dunno what it is but i just can't stop. i mean, if pedro offers me his protection, why wouldn't i accept? so vote for pedro.

this blog is turning into the other one... no one is bloggin anymore. and if someone does blog, it's always the same people. that's just bullshit. this blog was created so that none of that bullshit that happened to the other blog would happen here. might as well kill this one too and start up a new one.

i think i blog too much. i think i'm the only one on this planet that blogs almost everyday. ain't that a bitch. so that either makes me a loser or it makes me... a loser? but i beg to differ... since i write and you read what i write, does that make us both losers? heck yeah it does. so don't call me a loser for writing an entry every day. cuz if you do, i'll call you an even bigger loser for reading my entries. loser. so there yah go. juss read and enjoy. and i'm just kidding about you being a loser. i'm at a point in life where i'm calling everyone a loser, even you. yes you.

my body is finally getting used to the insane physical activities of late. such as basketball...and and and...basketball. and shoot...just basketball. i've been doing some push ups cuz i'm training to be an ultimate fighter.

so yeah...these are random realizations for today.

just get off my back already.

you're a hundred and sixty-five pounds of bitch. and nothing but bitchness!!! and this entry is long enough.

Fried Chicken Poo

When I was about 2, I was at a family pool party and had to poo.
So I went in my pants, and then yelled one of my aunts:
"Fried chicken in the pool?"
"No it's one of Danie's stools!"

The end.

Cliff Notes© for Fried Chicken Poo:
Mysterious floating object--actually 2-year old Danie's poo--in jacuzzi is mistaken for a piece of fried chicken.

speaking of poo...

so this one time when i was around 6 or 7 or so, my family and some family friends were chillin' on a boat somewhere near laughlin on the colorado river. my big bro and some of the other kids his age were riding around on a waverunner. i had to poo really bad. so i told my mama i had to poo. but we were out in the middle of the colorado river, so we couldn't get to a bathroom anytime soon. so they decided to hang me off the back of the boat with my pants down and poo in the colorado river. i didn't want to, but i had to poo, and i guess it was better than pooing in my pants. so there i went, pooing into the colorado river. and as i'm pooing, my bro and friends come back and one of the guys said "hey, dude... why do you have poo hanging out your [butt]?" yeah that sucked.

cliffnotes: me. poo. boat. colorado river. poo.

my moment to shine...

when i was small, i had to poo really bad. we were on a trip to the main city of manila but we couldn't find a bathroom. so i took a dump on the street by the markets. i was little and i didn't know what was going on. and i don't think anyone cared cuz i was a kid and it was in the philippines. so i guess that would be my embarrassing moment. well, i wasn't embarrassed cuz like i said, i was little and didn't know what was going on. but yeah. me. poo. street. the end.

Yo, I got a moment

so this was some monday night of college, a few of the fellas were at the hat getting our grub on, we were all talking and then i noticed some girl to the left of us, she was cleaning up her stuff to leave, but she started looking at me, i was staring in that direction just thinking about the topic of our conversation, so we saw each other look at one another, she looked kinda familiar but i didnt know her name, she started walking up to our table, saying "u remember my name?" and then i go "do u remember mine", while i am still trying to find out who this girl is, then she came up to me to say hi and give me a hug, then she said "thanks for the email", and to myself i was thinking "wut email?" and then she said "from facebook", then inside again i was thinking i have never been on facebook so i have no clue what she is talking about, then i had a confused look on my face, then she just said bye and left, damn that was just weird, i still dont kno who that was, maybe she got me confused with someone else, but she did look familiar................

awwww.......

the Mailman is retiring.
It was great watching him play both with the Utah Jazz and the Lakers. and don't forget the USA team. Kinda unfortunate that he never received an NBA championship title. But good luck to him.

that crazy guy 

My freshman year, I went to the UCI bookstore, rather the computer store to get floppy disks for a class. Anyway I was already holding a bag of some sort, I gave the cashier the floppy disks and the money to buy it. Got my change back and the cashier placed the disks on the counter. Not realizing the disks were on the counter and not in the bag I was carrying, I walked away. It wasn't unil I was more then half way to the doors that lead to ring road, that the cashier yelled out that I had left the disks on the counter...

1. felt stupid getting the change back and not the disks too
2. the bookstore has cameras so its on tape somewhere
3. I probably was a cashier's "stupid customer" story for awhile

that's my 2 cents

The Low Down

I move to x-plant the so-called "topic of the week" from a certain blog to this entity known as Zzyzx Feet Under, but we can't call it the same thing. I thought of "The Low Down," just to keep in line with the title of this blog.

The Low Down: Moments of Great Stupidity

Well, after eating at the Hat last night with Derrick, Dave, and GP, we were chilling right outside the front door. GP told me to grab the (two) trashbags that one of the cleaner guys left by the trashcan. Seeing as we get 90% of Madrona's trashbags from SSLH, I thought nothing unusual of GP's suggestion. He told me again to grab them, so I snatched em, all non-chalant like, half-looking back to see if the cleaner dude wasn't looking. I tried to hand them off to GP, but he said I should put them in my jacket, so I stuffed them in my jacket, but they were hanging about a foot out the bottom of my jacket. Then somebody says "Hey!"

Freakin caught red handed stealing the poor man's trashbags. He saw the whole damn thing.

He said "why you steal my trashbags?" I kinda mumbled something and hung them back up on the rail hoping to just walk away, but then he says something I couldn't understand... "blah blah blah blah one". He said it again. He wanted me to take one. I didn't have any better ideas, so I took one and walked away looking like a jackass. GP, David, and Derrick were laughing their asses off. It was pretty damn funny.

Moral of the story: you better think twice about taking unattended trashbags.

let's eat...

but before we do... i think the best superbowl xxxix commercial has to be the bud light commercial where the pilot goes after the beer.

Super Bowl

If you watched the game, or watched just for the commercials. I elect the Kinko's/Fedex ad as #1 ad for this year.

If you need to see them msn.com has a link to view the commercials watch'em and vote here

long live the revolution.

Gracias

thanks guys for all the birthday shout-outs. i am very thankful for all of you....

for serious.

i think what makes this revolutionary is that people are saying something. no disclaimers needed.

and yes, we take credit cards. um... yea.

i don't think 'revolution' really describes what we're trying to do here (i'm taking a european revolutions history class). but anyway... did you know that voodoo is the major religion of Haiti. It's actually a mix of Catholicism ritual elements and African theological and magical . i never knew that... interesting stuff.

Begin the revolution

Puissance au peuple. À leur recherche pour la révolution à hors du bout le vieux "blog".
Laissez la révolution commencer!

-some guy trying to speak French

yah, perhaps we could use this to benefit revolution-ers everywhere. like, one person a week could write a whole entry about their revolution and how it's going, and everyone else is only allowed to comment for that entire week. so for that one week, it's that person's time to shine...or not shine if his/her revolution isn't going so well.

btw, i'm about to drop out of this rev. dude...it's hard!!! i need reinforcements...send in the reinforcements!!!!!!!!!

good point...

i think you're right francia...i mean dianne. we should have a designated bloggerer of the week. that would be cool. maybe we can use this as a tool for the revolution to help each other out? just an idea. well, if anyone wants to join the revolution, ask me. rules are about to be released regarding the revolution. so if you wanna join, sign ups are being taken.
i think this revolution can actually work. we shall see. peace out people and street people.

let the games begin...

the REVOLUTION lives!!!

hey so is this blog gonna have the same fate as our previous one? you know, how everyone is gonna post all the time and then all of a sudden it'll dwindle and eventually die out? not to be so negative or anything...but yeah, we should like, have a blog post schedule. like, everyone has a designated time to blog. that way, we can be sure we're always blogging and the bliggity blog will never die! wait a minute....who AM I? francia?!?! nevermind the schedule....just blog everyone!

have a blessed day guys...

hey jay... how's about a chatterbox?

happy bootay.

hapburday to frances, janice, brenton, adrian, johnny, michelle l., everyoneelsewhohasabirthdayinjan/feb. hapburday to you. word.

hey jay, you should put your e-mail address so people can send you their e-mail addy to be added to this.