crack addict.

LONG ASS FUCKIN DAY. Dang. Lemme tell you. Because the days are just gonna get LONGERRRRR, damn. Summer sucks.

So woke up at nine to get ready, then went to go buy hashbrowns for Gerald and I, because we went to Mission to see if he could take his placement test at 1. But we went at like 10. So from 10-1, we were basically falling in and out of sleep on the damn chairs of Mission's fuckin Student Center. Lemme tell you...NOT FUN. Bring a jacket, it gets chilly in there. Argh. Then I had to come back at 1 while Gerald went to take his test to buy food for the kids. Bought them food, went back to Mission at 2.00, Gerald wasnt done, so I sat for a while, and by three we were out of there. So then, we went back to Gerald's house, and I bought some lunch for Bryan, Gerald, and I, then we went back to my house, to get the rest of the kids. Took the kids to Urban Outfitters at Santana Row, and it was pretty bare. Antoine bought some shirts. Then we went to Valley Fair, but Jig was being a little diva, so we spent like a half an hour in the parking lot trying to compromise something with him, because he was saying how we always call him bangad, and blah blah blah and we shouldn't call him bangad even if he is, and we should buy him toys. So can you imagine our frustration? Bryan was pretty damn good at talkin back to him.

"Come out of the van, now. You're always putting in your two cents, we're not asking for it." hahaha...to a seven-year-old. wth.

Me: "Okay you have five seconds or we're going home."
Bryan: "Fuck that, I'm giving you three."

Good shit. But yeah, I don't want no kids. Damn.

So yeah, when we got back we went to our Tita's house for some pizza because the Austrian came back from Pinole (whoohoo..), so after pizza, Manong said he'd give us a tour of downtown San Jose. So friggin we went downtown right, and we spent like a half an hour looking for parking, and went to the dumb Jazz Festival, but when we got there it was ending. All we saw was this guy walking around with a cross, I guess as Jesus Christ, but then...NO. And then another guy with a mic and a speaker was talking about being saved. Ok. Whatever. Nice little tour of downtown, I KNEW DOWNTOWN WASN'T THE SHIT. Gosh. You gotta be of legal drinking age to have fun. But yeah. So then of all places, we went to Golfland after. And we spent like two hours there, came home at 11:30 after droppin off all the kids. The terms of the game was that the bottom three players have to do a dance, and since I was in the bottom 3 (though I raped that game, with some pretty sick ass holes in one) the dance is reserved for tomorrow.

DO YOU SEE HOW LONG THAT ENTRY WAS?! THAT'S HOW LONG THIS DAY WAS. NO SLEEP, MAN. I SWEAR.

And tomorrow. Fuckin GOTTA GO to the city because I got some business, but in addition to that I have to bring all of my cousins too. WTF IS THAT. But whatever, I guess it'll be fun. I know I'll just be stressin off that while I have to handle my shit though, because I can feel it already. It'd be cool if I had to go alone, like I was gonna do, but shit. Grr...damnit Manong. Damnit. Why can't you take em out without me for a change. It's not that hard. So I guess tomorrow we're going to just chill in the city. Show em' the sights. Some shit.

ARGH. So if you in the city and you got some time and are willing to run around and find me, give me a call. My phone is weak. It died today. That piece of shit.

Can you tell I'm kinda grumpy? Because I have to wake up hella early two days in a row for what reason? NO REASON. And I'm still doing the motherfucking laundry. Goddamn the jeans. Stupid jeans.