My Journal For April 2002. Keeping this thing updated isn't as easy as I thought.

Breathe out, so I can breathe you in. Hold you in. And now, I know you've always been, outta your head, outta my head I sang. And I wonder, when I sing along with you, if everything will ever feel this real forever. If anything can be this good again. The only thing I'll ever ask of you, is to promise not to stop when I say when. She sang.

Monday. April 1, 2002.

Man, I can't believe this sh*t. 5am I get a call on my cell phone and it's ____ from Florida. I met her when I was there last weekend. She's crying, talking about how she thinks she's pregnant with my kid and all that bulls*it. How the f*ck do you know if you're pregnant in a week? And why the hell are you calling me at 5am telling me? You couldn't wait like 2 more hours for me to wake up? Bitch. Anyway, I'm stuck at my parents house so I'm not sure how to time traffic to go to AEM. I gotta be there at 10am, so with traffic, leaving at 8am sounds about right. WTF? I get there at 8:35am. Sh*t, what in the hell am I going do for an hour and a half? Damn, so I finish all my stuff for work and I go home. I'm talking to Brandon about jobs and Chuck comes over to talk to my parents. We go to my favorite place to drink, D&B in Orange, haha. Dude, they won't put WWF Raw on for us because it's against their rules. GAY! Damn, the bartender there is hot. Julia, I think her name was. I told her that her manager, Mike Dickhead, I mean Hickman is a f*cken c*ck for calling Orange PD on me that one night of Pinky's Bday. She laughed because she knows it's true. I wrote "Mike Hickman is an asshole" on my credit card receipt. Haha, I hope he reads it. What's he gonna do? Get that fat f*ck wannabe cop on me again? Or get in my face, and bitch out and call like 9 security guards to back his fa*ggot ass up? Orange PD again? Please. Hahahahahahah.

Tuesday. April 2, 2002.

Happy Birthday Johnny. That's my cousin that I don't really talk to that much. Actually, I don't really talk to any of my relatives that much anymore. Nothing really happened during the day. I spend most of my day talking to Tiana. =) Even though she had a bad dream about me and she thinks I'm mad at her for some reason. =\ So yeah, I went to eat Pho' with Kel and Small Head Tami. They're talking about this bar behind In N Out by my parent's house. I've never seen it, but it's supposed to have white girl bartenders. Yes! So I go home and I'm tired as f*ck because I've been waking up at 6am to drive to work so I don't get stuck in traffic. Cell phone rings, it's Jeannie. I haven't talked to her in a long time. I don't think I slept until like 1 or 1:30am. Great, let's see how far I can go tomorrow on 5 hours of sleep. Oh yeah, just kidding about the Florida girl thing. It was an April Fool's joke. Hehe. I didn't get any in Florida, Houston, or California. Damn, that's sad. =(

Wednesday. April 3, 2002.

Dan's last day here. It's truly sad, Dan-O is the man. We went to eat lunch at El Coyotes and we had a few drinks, come back to the office and I'm buzzed and beyond f*cken tired because I slept so late. Quan started a contest to see who knew the most about me, or knew how to find out the most about me. Damn, that quiz was f*cken SAT hard. Everyone scored like 50% or less. Homer and JA-nel got 150 though, that's like the highest score out of 200. But seriously, this was difficult so don't feel bad. I barely make it through the work day, and then we went to Tahiti's for drinks again. Man, this place sucks. The food sucks, the drinks are expensive and mildly amusing. What's even worse is that it turned out to be gay night! WTF? We had our own room so I didn't notice until we were leaving. But everytime I'd look out, I'd be thinking "there's too many guys here tonight, f*cken sausage fest." Oh man, then these two dudes started making out at the bar! I'm not a homophobe, or maybe I am. But I got the hell outta there. I was so beyond tired, I was talking to Patty on the phone and I fell asleep. I tried to stay awake so Tiana would come back, but she didn't until I already knocked out =(. Good luck in New York Dan-O. Find lots of white bitches and send them back to me. The Super Street staff will miss you.

Thursday. April 4, 2002.

Happy Birthday Dad and Will's Dad. Man, I bit my tongue and that sh*t hurts like a motherf*cker when I brush my teeth or eat. I had to wake up early to pick up some stuff from Sparco for Nads. It's way down in Irvine, and I still made it to work early. How stupid, this new customer for my parent's won't buy unless my Dad takes him out to a strip club. So we can't even go out for my Dad's Birthday. I'm driving home in mad traffic, and I was just going to go drink with Nick and Chuck. But then my Mom calls and said that my Dad changed his plans and we're going out to dinner again. >=[ Why can't people make up their minds? I'm already like more than halfway down the 405. I get home exhausted and then I gotta leave again to meet them in Santa Fe Springs. After we eat, Nick, Chuck and I go drink at D&B again. No hot bartender though, so we drank fast and left fast. If you ever get a chance, try a Monkey On Ecstacy shot. You'll like it. Here's one for you Drunko since you're stuck in class. I made it home in time to catch the last 30 mintues of Smackdown. I really went home early to talk to Tiana. I actually talked to Maria (Ninja), who I haven't talked to in a long time. I think she's doing well, which is good. She actually read my journal, hahah. I was super tired so I signed off and Tiana said she was going to call me but she didn't. I stayed up until midnight waiting. =(

Friday. April 5, 2002.

Happy Birthday Chris Chee Chee O. I guess we have to get a big fat panda to oil you up and for you to wrestle with. My sleep is all f*cked up lately. My cell rang at 12:30am and for some reason it seemed like I was sleeping for hours even though it was only 30 minutes. Not to sound like a total dick or anything, but please don't call me after 11:30pm unless it's totally urgent or I asked you to. (ie: life or death situation or booty call and you need sex right now!) But seriously, I have to wake up at like 6am to go to work and I already don't get enough sleep as it is. Nobody is really at work today, yet I still come in early. WTF is wrong with me? I've spent the vast part of my morning talking to Tiana about sex. Hehe. She's making me blush with embarrassment. Oh, I sent her the naked pic of me and she actually looked at it! Damn, alcohol makes me do bad things. Hehe. I was supposed to go eat dinner for Jean's new boyfriend's Bday, but I didn't really feel like hanging around a bunch of old people that I didn't know. Instead, I went to eat Peruvian food with Moe, Yvonne (my suga momma), and Dan-o. All the ex-Primedia employees. I had Yvonne answer my cell phone "Hello. This is the phone of Mr. Chu, how may I help you?" Haha. That was dope. Everyone was like "WTF?"After dinner we tried to get drinks in Hermosa Beach, but the sh*t was so crowded that we couldn't get parking anywhere. Then we went to Manhattan Beach to try and get some drinks, but that didn't seem to work out too well either. After driving around for like an hour, we finally parked and started walking bar to bar. These places were so packed that you could barely move. So our two hour tour resulted in only one drink. After that, I was trying to get home but I couldn't find the stupid 405 freeway because I didn't wear my glasses. Then, the freeway was closed for construction and I had to go on some stupid detour. I finally got home around midnight.

Saturday. April 6, 2002.

I talked to Tiana until like 2am and then I had to sleep because Alan was picking me up at 7:30am to go paintballing. Damn, Alan actually showed up on time. Now figure this out. We get to the place at 8am and after all the paperwork and organizing, we didn't get to start playing until like 11am. And I had to buy a mask because I think it's disgusting to rent one that 900 other people have sweated in. After paintball I went to eat with Jimmy, Dustin, Alan Mao the big brown cow, Jamie, Paul, Verlan, little Pat, Big Hand Jen and her Big Hand Crew. Man, if you want a HUGE steak, go to Pinnacle Peaks. There's one off the 22 freeway and one way up in San Dimas. Seriously, it's worth your money. Almost as good as Steer Inn, but not quite. I had to drop some stuff off at my new place, so I drove all the way up to Signal Hill. I would have stayed here but there were no lights and the phone wasn't working. Meaning no internet. Yeah, I'm still on gayass dial-up. On the way home Jonathan (DC Sports) called me to go drinking at Diamonds. I don't know what happened to that. I just went back to my mom's house and talked to Tiana for the rest of the night.

Sunday. April 7, 2002.

Stupid time change. By the time I went to sleep, it was like 3:30am. I woke up at 10:30am to go to my new place so I could unpack everything. Which room to take? Small bedroom or den? Hmm. Tough call. The Den is bigger, but there is not closet and a mildly amusing view. The small room can house my queen sized bed, and that's about it. But there is a dope ass view of all of Long Beach. There is also a closet and a sliding glass door that goes to the balcony that wraps around the front of the condo. Really tough call. I guess it's the den, I have way too much stuff to try and fit in the small room. I went to Ikea and bought this wardrobe thing to put all my clothes in, since the den is closet-less. Try putting that sh*t together with only a screwdriver. Not very easy. Coco's is totally nasty, never eat there if you have a choice. And even if you don't, just don't eat at all then. I didn't get to talk to Tiana that long because I don't have a phone line yet! >=[ I guess I should just go to sleep. =T

Monday. April 8, 2002.

3am. WTF are these assholes upstairs doing? Laundry? Wrestling? SHUT THE F*CK UP!! I'm trying to sleep. This totally sucks ass. If they don't learn how to be quiet in the late hours, it's going to call for some knee cap shooting. Can't walk around all loud if you can't walk at all. I was trying to put up my mirror door for my closet, but I lost two screws yesterday. I had to use one screw per hinge. I'm not sure how safe that is, but whatevers. Cool, the phone line is working. WTF? The line in the den is different? So in order to use my computer, I had to push it into the kitchen. My Mom thought I was crazy. Oh yeah, my Mom is staying with us for a couple days because she is bored at home. My room is still a mess. Everything is unpacked and on the floor. Any volunteers want to come by and help me clean it? Didn't think so. The lady from across the way came by to see if we had any mail for the BG dudes that used to live here. I just said no, instead of trying to explain to her that I had no idea where the mailbox was. =(

Tuesday. April 9, 2002.

Those f*cks upstairs still make a lot of noise. I'm not really too happy about it. Anyway, traffic wasn't that bad this morning until I got to La Ciennega. That's still super wack. My Hand Twin came by to eat Curry House for lunch. (are you jealous Big Hands?) Hehe. We need to find a gym that we can meet at. Because face it, I'm not getting any thinner. Nobody is going to be home tonight. My Mom is going back to her house and Jean is going to her boyfriend's house. Awesome. I have no food and no fridge. Actually, I have to go and buy a long ass phone cord to run from the kitchen into my room. Hehe. It's way easier than having the gay phone company come hook up that line. "We'll be there between 9am and 5pm." Sound familiar? Then those fags come at like 4:59pm and finish by 5:01pm. Weak! Damn, I just unpacked my clothes and now I have to re-pack them for Florida this Thursday. I really don't mind having to travel, but airport security can lick my nuts. I wonder if I could get some insulation to put on the ceiling or something so I don't have to listen to those stupid fags upstairs walk around all loud. It is exactly 25 miles from the Mobil on Fairfax and La Ciennega to my parking spot downstairs. I guess I should get my car washed now that I have an indoor parking spot. Too bad this weather keeps changing. Oh sh*t! I need to buy stamps so I can mail my credit card and car payments before I leave. Oh double sh*t! I gotta go deposit this check or else all my other checks will bounce. So I bought this 50 ft. phone cord and ran it from the kitchen to my room. I didn't really spend any time on trying to hide it so it's like running across the floor, through the laundry room, and into my room.Haha.

Wednesday. April 10, 2002.

What a slow day. Nothing really going on. I heard the new Stance Magazine was out with me in it, but I can't find it. Jaime, from Stance, came by the office, and he said he hadn't seen it yet either. Oh wells. I need a haircut before I go to Florida. Man, Suki told me that it was going to be hot there so I packed a bunch of t-shirts and shorts. Now she tells me that it's probably going to rain, I think I have to re-pack. Big surprise huh? I was so tired, I talked to Tiana until like midnight and then knocked out because I had to wake up at 5:30am.

Thursday. April 11, 2002.

Wake up at 5:30am, shower, and head towards LAX. Motherf*cker! The line to check in is like wrappe around the building. WTF?! Good thing I got there early, or so I thought. Once we boarded the plane, it was supposed to leave at 9am, I kind of dozed off for a bit. When I woke up, we hadn't moved yet. WTF?! Someone got sick so we had to drop them off at the gate, and get towed back onto the runway. By the time we actually left the airport it was almost 11am. Some dude next to me said "D.E.L.T.A stands for Doesn't Ever Leave The Airport." Haha. Funny white person joke. These two loud ass kids would not shut the hell up. And their stupid cambo mom didn't even make an effort to quiet them down. No respect for the rest of the people on the plane. Shoulda Rik-slapped all three of them for being so God damn annoying. We got to Atlanta an hour late, which seemed Ok to me since I had a two hour layover anyway. Everytime I looked at the stupid monitor it said "GNV On-Time." My f*cken ass! It started off at 6:10pm, then 6:30pm, then 6:45pm, then 7pm, then 7:30pm. WTF?! How the hell is that sh*t going to be on time and have the time changing constantly? It's probably because it was some weaksauce cargo plane looking thing. Suki and Judy met me at the airport, total surprise to me. The Gainesville airport is smaller than Long Beach, that's crazy. We went to eat,looked for my hotel, and I just went to sleep because they were tired and wanted to go home. I had a headache because I didn't drink enough.

Friday. April 12, 2002.

So I'm waiting for my friend all day, but he's trucking his car down to Gainesville. I go to Target and buy a bunch of crap, them to Barnes & Noble to look for Stance. WTF?! Does anyone sell this magazine? I ended up sitting at my hotel most of the day, since I didn't want to get lost in this small ass city. Finally, I went to the track and we tried to find a good shooting location. It started raining so I bailed. Ate dinner with Judy, Suki, and Michelle. Yeah, three girls, sorry Quan. We went to some weak ass club with like 30 people and drank for a bit. When we were walking around looking for another club, some girl heckled at me. Haha. That's awesome. I wonder if she was cute. Damn, I should wear my glasses more. That's about it, since Friday doesn't seem to be the night to go out. Hey Tiana, Hmmmmm. Heheh.

Saturday. April 13, 2002.

I wake up and go to the mall with Suki looking for some sunglasses. First I bought a pair from Sunglass Hut, then there was another Sunglass Hut so I almost bought another pair. Then we went to some other sunglass place and I bought another pair. I went to the track for about an hour then it started pouring like crazy. We went back to the mall so I could return the first pair of sunglasses that I bought. The f*cker was like "sorry, these are scratched. We can't take them back." WTF? I didn't even take those pieces of sh*t out of the bag. If anything, they sold me a scratched pair! So after arguing with his stupid ass, I told him to get the manager and he was told to return the glasses. Suki, her friends, and I go eat and then I go back to my hotel to get out of my soaked clothes. Suki said she'd call me when Judy got off work at 10pm, so we could go to Orlando to party. She ended up calling me at like midnight to go out. Judy said that Suki told her I was taking a nap. Just a quick note about me, I don't take naps in the middle of the day. We went to some club called Twylo or something. There's some weird story that goes along with that, but I'm too lazy to type it. Haha. Maybe I will later when I have more time. Then we went to some apartment party at USF, but that was pretty wack. A bunch of fat chicks dancing. GAG.

Sunday. April 14, 2002.

I woke up early because I had to get to the track to get some shots in case it rained. It didn't rain. Actually, it was hot as hell and probably more humid than Thailand. I saw Victoria there though, she owes me money for sending her e-mails. If you're reading this Ms. Victoria, I'm gonna collect. So yeah, I got sunburnt beyond sunburnt. Stupid, useless sunblock. I ate at China Super Buffet with Victoria and her homies. I had to go back and pack since my flight was so damned early. I ended up talking to Tiana until like 12am Florida time and I had to wake up at 2am. So pretty much, I closed my eyes and then opened them again.

Monday. April 15, 2002.

By the time I got to the crappy Gainesville airport, it was 3:45am. Oh yeah, this was after the asshole at the hotel said he wasn't going to give me a printout of my bill. Stupid bitch. So the airport wasn't open yet, so there's only like 5 other people there waiting for some employees to get there. That's so lame. If you saw it, you'd laugh cuz it looks so stupid. I slept the whole way to Atlanta and back to LA. The girl next to me looked like she was dead, she was so knocked out. I was waiting for the shuttle to take me to the parking lot, but I guess I picked the shi*ty lot. I saw at least 10 shuttles from every other parking lot before mine came. Straight from LAX to work. At first I thought I was going to drop off my film and leave. But Tiana couldn't make it so I just stayed at work. Came home, back to my new home that I haven't even been at for a week. My bed, my shower, whew!

Tuesday. April 16, 2002.

I didn't realize how behind I was on my work until our edit meeting. I guess being gone for five days really makes it difficult to keep up with the schedule. But deadlines are deadlines. Crap, I gotta go home and measure some stuff on my 240. I think the gates at my parent's house are haunted. They were flipping out for like 10 minutes straight. Totally pissed me off. I went to eat with Kel and Tami at Outback. It's funny cuz the waiter was all trying to bust a mack to them. Haha. What a joke. I ended up getting home pretty late. Damn, I'm tired. Oh, yay! We got our fridge, washer, and dryer. Now I can actually have food here and I don't have to drive 30 miles to my parent's house to do laundry.

Wednesday. April 17, 2002.

Man, the work is just piling up on me. Actually, on everyone. I don't have time to do anything, I barely have time to update this journal. We went to lunch at Nibblers and that s*it was expensive. $40 for three people eating hamburgers is kind of on the steep side. I had to stay at work late, as usual. When I got back, we went grocery shopping so the fridge wouldn't look so bare. I just did laundry and that's about it. Oh yeah, I made my lunch, like a f*cken nerd. It makes me sad when my friends talk about how their girlfriend or wife made lunch for them. I have to do everything myself. Pack, iron, unpack, clean, cook. =( Not too thrilling, but hey, that's my life. I'm so burnt out, I have no energy and I need to sleep. But I wanted to stay up to talk to Tiana because I haven't had that much time to talk to her since I got back. It's totally because of work, but I have a feeling that she thinks it's something else. =( Hmm, looking back on these past two days, the journal entries are really short. I told you I've been busy. And the worst part is that I'm only doing stuff for work. It's not like I'm busy doing fun sh*t like I would want to.

Thursday. April 18, 2002.

Yeah, yeah. Jen is yelling at me to finish these stories but the tech sheets haven't come back yet. Then Nads bailed and I had to do some of his stuff for him too. Then I'm working on this other story, but people keep talking to me so I can't finish. Seriously, today was the most hectic day for me, damn deadlines. I'm gonna be nerd and start making my own lunch. It'll save me a lot of money so I can pay my mortgage and car payments. I feel like a total ASS! I totally hurt Tiana today, but I didn't mean to. Honestly, so many things slip my mind because I'm so buried in work. I'm sorry! I feel so bad, but I will make it up to you if you allow me to. You're so sweet for what you did, and I'm so sorry for ruining your plans. I got Incubus tickets from Honda, and Jean forced me to go. She came by my office and everyone was like "who's that girl?" It's my sister, so back the f*ck off! With all the lame ass traffic, it took over an hour to get to the ghetto ass Great Western Forum. Then we had to park super far, walk to the Forum, and then look for the will call booth. "It's around the corner." F*ck, we walked around that whole stadium and we didn't find it. It's a small sign that says "box office." Pit passes, wow, thanks Erin. "You can't come in this door, the pit entrance is at door 9." WTF? OK, we keep walking and walking. Motherf*cker, we've walked around this bitch twice already. I see 10, 11, 12, but no 9. "Go down the ramp and walk around to the pit entrance." WTF? I'm not about to play maze with these suckas. I have this huge headache because I didn't have time to eat dinner and they didn't have anything to eat except for popcorn. As tempting as that sounds, I'm gonna have to pass. Incubus is actually really good in concert, just slightly on the boring side. Kind of like Coldplay and Staind. The songs are good, but there just wasn't enough action going on. Some cracked out bitch fell over in front of me and started twitching. Umm, right. We left early to avoid traffic and my headache was getting worse. I'm still starving so I go to Del Taco. Now I'm tired, I have to go to IAS tomorrow.

Friday. April 19, 2002.

Man, I hope my memory is good enough to update this past week or so. I spent hours with Jonny walking around IAS. All in all, it's not a very big show. If there was nobody else there, we could have shot everything in less than two hours. But stopping every five feet to talk to some vendors, friends, advertisers, etc. made it almost impossible. There is no cell phone reception in the building if you have cingular, and if you happen to get a call it sounds like wh...a....do....bu...ca...ba..sh. Anyway, we went to the IDRC press conference and they have a new girl working for them that kinda looks like Jazzy. *Mental Note: ask Kelvin about new IDRC girl* After the show, we went to the reception in the main ballroom. I was hoping there'd be food since I didn't eat all day. I was getting a headache. All they had was small sandwiches and free alcohol. Hmm. We just got really drunk and then we started heading to the Yard House to get dinner. WTF? 3 hour wait? They gotta be out of their f*cken minds. We had the HKS dudes, Fluidyne people, and DC Sports dudes. So I guess a table of 20 would be pretty hard to seat right away on a Friday night. I went next door to the Mexican restaurant and they told me 15 minutes. Way better. After we drank more, and proabably ate, too. Everyone bailed so we could meet up again at Naga's for the Sparco/Super Street party. I went back to my place to change, because I felt stupid wearing that Super Street polo shirt all night. I didn't want people to bug me at the club, asking for features and stuff. Because it's not work time, it's play time. Damn, everyone was there. Even Hugh and Nipples Jeff. So I got really drunk and left with my friend.

Saturday. April 20, 2002.

I went to sleep around 5am and woke up at like 7:30am. I got home at like 8:30am, took a shower, and changed so I could go back to the show. I didn't know what time everyone else was going, so I wasn't in a total rush. Another full day at IAS, but it was open to the public which made it even more difficult to cover the whole show. We bailed out kind of early and went to go eat at Rock Bottom. I was so tired still. I went back home with plans to go back out to any party. Instead, I just argued with Tiana and went to sleep on my floor. I woke up twice. Once when Junko called me to see what I was doing. And the second time when Junko called me again. After that, I couldn't really sleep. I just stayed up and finished some nonsense, took a shower, and tried to sleep. I felt like Jean, all lazy n sh*t.

Sunday. April 21, 2002.

Jean and I ended up going to my parent's house because she wanted to lay out. I made her stop at Barnes & Nobles to look for the Stance magazine. But they didn't have it yet. WTF? Jean's laying out and I'm working on my 240, trying to put my new battery in with the bracket so I can actually pass tech inspection. That took a long time and it was HOT. Actually, I still didn't get that stupid bracket in. I was going to watch WWF at 5pm, but Kel called me to go to the gym with her. Why the hell not? So we go to the gym for a couple hours and eat at Houston's for dinner. I'm gonna try to not eat potatoes anymore, or at a minimal consumption level. Maybe that will help me lose some weight. I didn't get back to my parent's house until around 8:30pm and I still had to cut my hair and watch WWF. It ended around 11pm and I drove my 240 home since Jean and I carpooled and she didn't feet like waiting for me. That was still kind of sketchy, for me to park my car at my new place.

Monday. April 22, 2002.

What a hectic day. I need a vacation. Nothing ever goes right. First I go from Signal Hill to Costa Mesa for an install but they strip the nuts. So I go to Orange to try and get those nuts loose, but they strip them more. I ended up going to Elton's, way over in Temple City, and using his airgun to get break the nuts loose. Five out of ten nuts were totally stripped so I had to have Kam nextdoor extract them for me. They were totally chewed up. Then, I had to go back to Costa Mesa for the install, keep in mind that it's hot as hell today and I'm driving my 240 with no A/C. Finally, we finish the install and I'm on my way back home. Nads tells me we need a jack tomorrow, so I turn around and go get it from my parent's house. Junko called me when I was on the 22 freeway and said "look two cars behind you." It's so weird, Junko sees everyone on the freeway. I drive home in traffic, make some mac n cheese and a sandwich and watch Raw.

Tuesday. April 23, 2002.

We need girls for a photoshoot today. Who better to use than Jean, Kel, and Wenders. Oh yeah, did I mention that I made my lunch again? What a dork. This is really starting to make me sad. I walked by Maria's office and she yelled out "Ricky Chu is a movie star!" I had no idea what she was talking about, but I guess she got the new Stance magazine, so she showed it to me. Pretty f*cken crazy. Once the girls got here, they all chilled in my office and every guy was walking by 50 times. LOL. Jen thinks I'm an undercover pimp, but I'm really not. Actually, I don't get any chicks at all. Back to sad mode. I didn't have access to my computer because IT was upgrading it, so they were on my computer all day. Probably missed grips of IMs, but oh well. Paul Jho called me to go eat for his birthday in Pasadena at 7:30pm. I feel bad that I didn't go, but I didn't leave the office until about 8pm. We all went to go eat at some Italian place in Pasadena and I got home around midnight. Oh yeah, Wendy's friend Monica is hot.

Wednesday. April 24, 2002.

I got an IM from a SN that I didn't recognize, saying that it was Tiana and for me to pretty much not talk to her anymore. Her choice, not mine. I think Monica is having guy troubles because she's fowarding all her calls to my cell phone. Cool with me, I hardly have time to answer my cell anyway. I'm about to head to Lake Forest to do a photoshoot so I warm up my A4, walk over to my 240... WTF? Some f*cker broke into my 240 last night! That's f*cken weaksauce! I'm like inbetween stunned and pissed off. Nowhere near being sad anymore. F*uck this sh*t!! I called the cops to get a police report and when she got there, she told me that someone else had gotten their lap top stolen last night also. Great! Real f*cken safe building. When we walked down to my car, she was surprised that someone found it since we're on the lowest level. It had to be an inside job or someone that knew me. >=[ I found out that our company digital camera was stolen, uh oh. I told Nads, and he was pretty cool about it. I still feel totally bad, because that's the only one we had. I dropped my car off, came back and got my A4, and went to the office. I'm done with my sh*t, but I guess that doesn't keep me from doing someone else's sh*t since they decided to bail. Nads and I were at the office until like 8:30pm. We went to eat at Curry House for dinner and they didn't give us any curry bucks! WTF? Jean printed out some fliers to put on our neighbor's cars, warning them to keep expensive stuff out of their cars.

Thursday. April 25, 2002.

Big Hands is asking me where I'm staying this weekend, and I really didn't know. I wanted to stay at my uncle's, but I couldn't get a hold of him. I just didn't really want to put anyone out of their way. To be honest, I don't really remember much of what happened during the day. I just remember eating the lunch that I made and I got a text message from Tiana saying that she had no idea what I was talking about. So we text each other back and forth for hours, she's saying that she never said anything like that. That's more than fine with me, but don't get pissed at me for believing it. Why would I question it? How am I supposed to know that someone else is using your phone and SN? And why would I make it up, I didn't even know you had that SN for five years. I ended up going to Best Buy to get another tripod since mine got jacked the other night. $20, good enough for me. LOL. After more and more text messaging, I just gave up and watched WWF. I truly don't have time for drama in my life. I barely have enough time to live a nomral life. I gotta start packing for San Mateo.

Friday. April 26, 2002.

I finished packing, it's funny because I only have one BIG bag, and it was half full on both sides because we are only going up North for like a day. More driving around. First we go to the Twins' shop by my place, then we go to Lake Forest again. The weather sucked. I pick up a car from Mazda and come to the office to check my email and finish up some stuff while I wait for Miki to get off work. I pick up Miki, take her back to Jonny's so they can finish getting their stuff together and we head up to Northern Cali. Miki drove most of the way, I just slept. It's been a long and hectic week. By the time I got to Jimmy's it was like midnight and Big Hands wanted us to go to Santa Cruz to her place. Jimmy drove us an hour there and we just ended up watching VH1 and MTV all night. I don't think he was too happy about that.

Saturday. April 27, 2002.

We slept at like 4am, thanks for letting me sleep on your bed Leana. I woke up at like 7am, but I thought Jimmy was still sleeping so I just kicked it there. I shoulda threw something at him in Jenn's bed, because he was awake too. LOL. We didn't really get up until like noon. Ate at the pier and went back to Jimmy's. It would have made A LOT more sense to stay at Jimmy's in the first place since it's like 20 minutes from the show. Jonny picked us up and we shot a car. It was freezing, I think I got sick. We went to the stupid HIN show and got treated like sh*t by their staff. It was crazy packed. Katrina was there too, she's so hot. Hehe. Yeah, so we walked around the show and met up with Lloyd and Corey. We all decided to go eat, but nobody was from the area so we had no clue what was still open at 11pm. We waited for Lloyd's homie, and ended up eating at some all night diner. No wonder they're open all night, it takes them an hour to seat you, an hour to take your order, and an hour to bring your food. We had two tables, and the other table was done with their food before I even got my salad. We went back to Jimmy's house so I could sleep.

Sunday. April 28, 2002.

Jonny was supposed to call me at 9am so we could leave by 10am, since Miki and him were staying 45-minutes away from Jimmy's, in the city. He ended up calling me at 9:30am and picking me up at 12ish. I drove down the 101 freeway, since we had to stop by Dan's house for his going away party. Man, I still can't believe he's going to New York. All good, we'll see him Friday when Jonny and I go to New Jersey. Haha. I was tired for the first two hours of the drive, but then I was ok for the rest of it. I don't know if the tranny is just weird on this car, but I can shift without using the clutch. Strange. Dan's parent's house is HUGE. And he was talking about my parents being ballers. WTF? He's been low key this whole time. It's still sad, I'm gonna miss the sucka. Nads and Farrah were there too. I'm trying to get Farrah to find me a sugar momma, a real one, not like Yvonne. I dropped Jonny and Miki off at Jonny's house in Burbank and started heading home. I talked to Junko for a while, until my phone cut out. Stupid cell phones. You figure one out of two cell phones should work, but NO. I read Tiana's email, I have much to reply to her, but it's too hard to put it on one letter. What do to?

Monday. April 29, 2002.

I didn't really need much to recover from the weekend. That's just because we didn't really do sh*t. Just a bunch of crap work to catch up with, which totally sucks. But hey, it's gotta be done. I'm really getting sick of turkey sandwiches for lunch. To top it off, I'm even more sick of making sandwiches for lunch. I talked to Tiana again, trying to resolve our little situation. We both want to remain friends, but apparently there's a lot more than just that issue to deal with. This day pretty much consisted of ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, which is good because it gives me some time to ponder on my thoughts about my life. Sadly, I have become the person that has no time to hang out with friends. I have not had a weekend that did not involve work in someway for about two months now. I haven't drank with Junko in over a month, I don't even know where to find Andy, and I don't even remember what Jazzy looks like. Friends are really important to have and I've always made a strong effort to keep in touch with them. It just seems that as of lately, everyone is so busy, that it just isn't convenient to kick it. After Jonny and I dropped off the Mazda, I went grocery shopping by myself. I don't know how I spent $50 on sandwich meat, but whatever. I went home and watched Boston Public, which is actually a really good show. And it also kills time before Raw comes on. So whatever.

Tuesday. April 30, 2002.

I spent the majority of the day catching up on more work. Leaving town kicks ass, as long as you don't have to catch up with sh*t when you get back. I'm reading Tiana's journal and the stuff she's been emailing me and telling me seems to be the complete opposite of what's in her journal. There's something for me to think about. I gotta go out to dinner for Jean's B-day, even though it's really on Thursday. That's cool. Get drunk, and not have to miss Smackdown? You don't have to ask me twice. Charlie came over after work so we could all go to Yardhouse. Damn, WTF is up with this place? It's always like an hour or so wait. I ordered a Snakebite, but it looked and tasted all weird. My parents showed up and my Dad proceeded to showoff his new BMW 7-series to me. I showed them the Stance Magazine, and my Mom tried to keep my only copy. In the parking lot, we saw a car that said I <3 NIRA. That's gotta be Craig or Jen. And I was right. After about 4 more Snakebites, I was beginning to wonder WTF I was drinking. When we finally got seated, I asked the waitress for a half yard of Snakebite, and to put Guiness in it, like it's supposed to be made. Then the bitch goes, "oh, that's a Black Velvet, not a Snakebite." Look, I more than understand the fact that every bar has a different variation of Snakebite. But to tell me that my request was wrong, is totally wack. Every other bar I order from say, "we make Snakebite with blah and blah, is that the way you wanted it? If not, we can make it to your liking." That's what I call good service. F*uck that bitch. So yeah, I got pretty drunk, went home and made a HUGE sandwich for lunch the next day. It was so packed that it was like falling apart when I was trying to put it in the sandwich bag. I guess I had to talk to Tiana about the inconsistency of what she tells me and what she writes in her journal. Actually, I thought I'd just bring it up. I was too tired, so I just took a shower and went to sleep. Actually, if I can remember correctly, she just signed off on me. I know this will be discussed further tomorrow.