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Happy Easter, whatever it means.

All I did was eat this weekend. Friday was the only day where I barely ate anything. I really wanted to spar on Friday, but the pickings weren't ripe.

Ever since I saw my first trailer for Hot Tub Time Machine I knew I had to see it. It almost felt like a pilgrimage for me. There was something about it where I had to see it. The idea that a movie with a premise like that can make it to the big screen gave me hope for the world. I was ready for it to be dumber than I expected but it was a good movie. You have to see it with buddies. That's the key. Afterwards we all had tri-tip sandwiches.

That same day I met up with the newly engaged and we ate a delicious meal at the other good Thai restaurant in Pasadena. Before seeing Alice in Wonderland we had some drinks and the Sam Adams Nobel Pilsner made me basketball incredibly. I was worried that I'd feel uncomfortable through the whole movie. While the movie was somewhat enjoyable, it irked me that it was a movie about free will, but Alice felt obligated near the end. At least I think she felt that.

Movie fest didn't stop there. I also saw How to Train Your Dragon. If you have or had owned dogs, then you can relate.

My family ate tons at dim sum on Sunday. I wanted tripe but none was seen in the carts. At least the chicken feet came around.

Did you watch last night's Supernatural? So damn good.

I missed a car meet today because my tire has a total leak and I need to fix (not replace) it. These wider tires will be killer to replace. I was looking forward to going, though. Sorry for flaking. I hope you ate tons.

Ramen sounded so good a few hours ago, but the money in my pocket sounds so much better.

My arms feel like noodles and now I'm hungry.

Yeah, yeah. It's Tuesday and I'm talking about the weekend. I'm thinking about taking another class on Fridays. I have to drag my ass over there but I'm sure it'll be a great experience.

My brother called me to go bike riding at the beach on Saturday and wanted to go on the same path I went to last week. I cannot stress the importance on properly inflating your tires (car or bike). The ride was so much easier. I couldn't persuade him to go halfsies on an 80 oz mini tap, instead we grabbed Brazilian bbq and I sipped on a Longboard. The chicken was amazing. I was looking forward to traveling for another pint of WTF but he wanted to go back and grab a donut. Haha. Seriously.

Shortly after I took a nap at my brother's pad and got dinner and went home, Mike hits me up to attend another Holly Short show. This batch of short films were much better than the last ones I saw. After the films, we were discussing some of them and he said something that I heard my brother say to me the same day. I told him how I liked one film he didn't care for and he said that if I think it's good, it probably is good because he trusts my opinion. My brother said practically the same thing when I was asking him if he was watching the cartoon Archer on FX. He asked, "is it good?"

I told him it was hilarious, and he said, "well, you know your stuff so it probably is good."

Sunder after class I rushed home to make a brisket for dinner. It was way easier than I thought.

Right when I was ready to relax before I went to sleep, Henry hits me up for drinks. He was so desparate to go that he even came down to pick me up. He hardly does that! I had some more Mad Men drinks while he told me what was on his mind. All I could do is tell him to just be ready and brace himself.

I never would even think I'd be setting foot on Caltech at all, but it was fun. People really do play Ultimate Frisbee on campus! My Frisbee skills have gotten really rusty ever since I stopped tossing one around during lunch breaks with co-workers in the back of a Church in El Monte. Someone asked, "how do I know if I'm relaxed?" Haha... rookies.

Can you believe it I'm going to the beach again tomorrow? I'm going to see if I could buy my brother a drink.

My throat is better and I'm feeling ready go back to class again. It feels weird not to go.

I finally paid off one big debt that I owed, and now it's finally over. What a nightmare that was. It capped off a series of disappointing events.

Throat was killing me yesterday so I took the night off. Why risk others getting sick.

Today is Wednesday and March is moving past really quickly. This year is moving fast. Just not quick enough for some of us. We just want to plan this sucker already.

My hands got dirty for playing my dusty guitar. It was fun and I was rusty. It's easy to be rusty because I'm not very good to begin with. I kept screwing up the C chord and the G chord felt off. I should've tuned it first, but I didn't knowing it'd be a long time until I pick it up and play again.

I could go for some red bean I made the other day.

I'm going on a quick walk.

Cats are nice and all, but taking care of them is kinda disgusting and irritating to the nose.

Mike and I hit up the beach to ride our bikes and test out my new (old) bike rack. We rode practically a marathons distance and it felt like a total breeze. I was a little disappointed to have an overcast sky, but who cares. Our reward? A 80 oz mini tap of domestic, a mimosa, and a few pints of craft beer. Lagunitas' Wilco Tango Foxtrot (WTF, haha) is an amazing brown ale.

I finally cracked open that coconut that has been sitting on the kitchen table for a while. It's a lot of damn work to get to the water and separate the meat. How did Gilligan do it? The Professor must've invented something or Mary Ann must've used her farm knowledge in order to make so many coconut cream pies.

What a nice weekend. I spent Saturday with one of my best friends watching an "ok" movie and having some Thai food, and tomorrow I'm spending a nice bike riding adventure on the beach with another best friend. I only have best friends. If you're just a "friend," then you're not a best friend in my book.

This is the first time I set up a bike rack on my car and I hope I did it right.

My brain and heart are going a mile a minute right now. Neither of them know what to do, but all I know is that something good will be happening and something is feeling good.

I miss(ed) you.

P.S. I love the Owlman character in the Justice League, Crisis on two Earths DVD movie. He's way more badass than Batman.

I can remember before my growth spurt when I can fill up the tub and try to float. I could never float really well. I'll always be an anchor. I can swim, but I'll never be able to compete and I'm okay with that.

I napped early and it was really disillusioning.

It's a weird thing when you have brothers and sisters where you can see that one dislikes being with the other. We have a certain fine line between hatred and dislike, and I can see each line. I'm trying to be available to each of them, but I've learned in college that some people are always trying to repair family relationships and some are always destroying them secretly. Families are weird that way but it's normal.

Perfection is over-rated.

So, uh... did anyone feel the small earthquake that just happened 5 minutes ago? Yup, I was awake at this weird hour.

A part of me was glad when everyone was too busy to grab dinner on Friday because that meant I can finally relax and get some rest. Who knew that I'd be grabbing dinner with my sister anyways. Shitaki mushroom yakatori was surprisingly good.

I'm going to be house-sitting for my brother's friend for a few days this week and he showed me the ins and outs of cat maintenance. Cats are weird creatures, but not as weird as "cat people." For lunch we had Middle Eastern food and I had the most excellent salmon kabob. Since I was already at his place, my brother asked if I could help him attach a hitch to his car. It was super easy, not like installing brush guards on an Explorer. Some schmutz fell on my eye and something scratched it good enough to bother me for the rest of the weekend. Now it's better and all is well.

I gave June a bath after class and now she's a bit cleaner. Her white fur is white again.

Not sure what possessed me by putting some peanut butter in my oatmeal this morning, but it wasn't too terrible. It would've been better if I had some chocolate chips in it or something. Ew, jellybeans.

I'm glad this day is over. I was a little hazy from yesterdays drinking. No headache, yay! I was getting ready for St. Patrick's Day and sipping beers and having Mad Men-esque drinks. My favorite was probably the gin Gimlet. It would be perfect for the Summer.

My stomach still feels weird. It's doing it's best basketball impersonation. I'm also tired of tasting flavorless chicken liver burps.

I'm glad this week is over. Time is moving way too fast and I still haven't done anything yet. I need to pick up the pen(s) soon. Where do I start?

Out to Verdugo on Friday and it felt like I was part of an Ink Stains comic. I need to find a way to be in his crew.

When I first arrived at the big temple I used to pass driving home from college, I tensed up feeling like I don't belong. But that was my body talking, my mind felt calm. The next thing I knew is that I was giving incense and I made a prayer to nothing. The longer I stayed the more I realized that it was just a place and it set me completely at ease. A few of us got to know some new friends Tim and Steph and ventured outside and sipped tea through giant straws and ate snacks.

After a day at the temple, a trip to downtown was in store where I yet again crashed another birthday party for another person I do not know. Afterwards JAB and I got more gin and tonics. It helped settle what weirdo things were (and still are) going on in my stomach.

Sunday continued my exhaustion. I still wake up in odd morning hours not feeling tired at all.

Speaking of not sleeping, today was one of those days where I wanted to sleep all morning, but my emergency alarm went off and I couldn't believe that I got that far. If only I could've buried my head in my pillow and tighten my grip on my blanket (no comforters here).

I'm hungry. What am I going to eat tomorrow?

It's been a while, but nothing too exciting happening in my part of my world. I've watched tons of movies lately and am running out of ideas to watch next. The last movie I saw was "Shutter Island." I don't care that people in Rotten Tomatoes say it's an okay movie to watch, it was boring and way predictable. Its twist, the ones that the commercials are hyping, is weak and unmemorable. We talked about it for like four seconds and just forgot about it. We talked more about going to the new Sonic for lunch. Do I know my way around Duarte? Yeah, I kinda do.

More vacation talks. Circumnavigating the globe and visiting various countries seems like a weird thing to do but also very exciting. Vegas will be fun, no doubt, too.

I found Roark through Yelp and the 5-star ratings got me to visit a part of South LA I rarely visit. It's a art store that seems to be popular with USC art and architecture students and it shows. Tons of paint and pencils, but very little ink and sketch materials.

I oddly had a lengthy conversation with Michelle yesterday regarding fashion. Isn't that weird and awesome?

I took Michelle to Animal for her birthday and she surprised me with some dynamite news. She got engaged! I'm so excited about it. She deserves it so much and he's a stand up dude. I'd be mad if he wasn't. The way and place he popped the question was perfect if you know her. Good job, man.

We ate tons. Poutine, pigs ears, rabbit, and veal washed down with a nice rose wine. We've known each other since we were little kids and the thought of eating a gourmet meal with wine and beer just floored me on the ride home. We've seen each others ups and downs in our lives and now I'm talking to her about wedding plans and children. Holy crap!

The Pack and I went to shoot pool on Saturday after bowling consecutive perfect games. Don't believe me? Ask Bill. He texted me to ask if I wanted to go bowling and I was going to say "no" but I somehow texted back, "yeah, cool."

I can't believe the weekend is over already. I'm not ready to go back to work. I need to tighten up the lunch budget. I've been good so far, but I need to step it up before I go to sin city. Where are you Rachel Jensen?