Piercing the Heavens

So I went kite flying with Elvin again yesterday. I brought that spool of extra string to lengthen the distance of the kite! I used before fly my kite during some kite flying contest as a kid, although I think I tied the string onto the kite itself. This time though, no, screw that. I fucking flew the kite to the original distance, Elvin tied the string on the spool to the handle with some complicated ass web of knots (yeah, we both don’t really know about tying crap, we weren’t Boy Scouts), and then we let motherfucking loose! I flew the kite handle, which in turn flew the kite to soaringly dizzy heights, which would have probably killed someone if they were hit in the head by it if it fell. The wind was quite strong on the bottom, but not so much high up, as my kite wavered a good amount instead of flying with string taut. The fact that there was a green handle in the middle of the line may have contributed as well. >>; All the while there was the danger of a bird flying into the kite, especially since the spool string is much thinner than the real one so it would be easier to cut. Reeling it back is a bitch too, its a very easy spool to unreel, but reeling it in is tedious and tiring now with the spool. But, it was glorious, mines is a kite that will PIERCE THE HEAVENS.

Perhaps we will soon get another another kite handle from Longs Drugs and lengthen Elvin’s kite distance. Or maybe even mines again >>; It will be most ridiculous.

Some ‘09 kids were having a picnic bbq get together thing as well at Marina Park. It was nice seeing some of them again. I think I corrupted someone a bit today to, it’d be nice if I did!

Afterwards, a lumberjack slam at Denny’s, and then I came home, and got lumberjack slammed. >< Although, not quite as solid as Richard’s…more explosive in nature. MUCH more explosive.

Been messing around on omegle.com. I swear, the people you find there…takes all sorts, eh? It’s the best when you have several people with you though, to draw on the minds of many to harass strangers on the internet. >>; Isn’t that charming?

I’m exhausted, I only got 4 hours of sleep the night prior. I should sleep now, yeah?

Listening to: Flambee Montalbanaise-Gus Viseur, from De Clichy a Broadway. This is like some awesome accordion music from France. Wonderful stuff, I must say.

THE SAVIOUR IS COMING! BOW DOWN TO YOUR GOD AND LET HIM PENETRATE YOUR HEARTS AND SOULS! next week at the Cow Palace, RSVP soon

Now I Know What It’s Like to be a Pornstar >>;

So, today, I saw Elvin and Richard for the first time in the bay, for summer. A pity Richard couldn’t come over earlier today, but we still went kiting with Gloria and Joan as well. This time, my kite decided to behave and not spin constant circles and instead actually got pretty high. A damn pity I did not bring my extra long coil of string, to get it even higher than it would, but I did not have high expectations for that kite anyways, after last time’s bungle. >>; Afterwards, we looked a bit at a sunset, then went to Denny’s for dinner. I consumed a lumberjack slam, and now I know – start with the pancakes first, those things will murder if I eat them last like I did last time.

While at Denny’s, I did something really stupid…look down the barrel of a gun. The gun being a bottle of ketchup. The barrel being the spout. I wanted to see if it worked, and didn’t think I had squeezed hard to enough to land a shot right on my glasses. And down my sweater. *sigh* What a dumbass move that was. I had to go to the bathroom to clean up, and since I’m blind like fuck without my glasses, I thought the paper towel dispenser was automatic, from its shape. It took a while of waving my hands in front of it thinking that I hadn’t activated the sensor to realize that it WASN’T automated. The soap dispenser was, fat load of shit that did me well. >>;

Afterwards, Elvin and I went to take a look at the new house, take a few pictures of it, look suspicious in front of the house, and then go home.

Listening to: Robin Beanland-Rock Solid.

a real lumberjack slam right there

Oh, apathy in summer

So, this, summer vacation, it has begun. And it is boring. Good god, I enjoy the no school shtick, yes, but…EVERYONE ELSE IS ELSEWHERE. Big issue, no? Nothing much to do around here without good company, I’d say. Richard will be back like tomorrow or something, and I will see him tomorrow! I think. And SD people are returning this weekend or so? But for the last week or two, I’ve been at home most of the time, doing crosswords, playing games, and sleeping at odd hours. 4 am to 2 pm anyone? My parents are getting annoyed by my hours. I am, too, because I want to wake a tad earlier >>;. But staying up to 4 is so…good. I could probably deal with sleeping at 2 though and waking at 10, that would be perfect.

I am going to clean my room tonight, because I need to do something! It’s bloody messy, and I want it a bit cleaner, even if it’s unnatural.

Summer school starts on the 22nd, English 1b will be fun like me getting stumped by an amputee! >>; Aren’t I excited.

Have I mentioned? I have a real estate sign on my wall, like the ones you’d see hanging outside a house for sale on a post…except its HANGING ON MY WALL. Yes, it is a big deal to me, because it is just that awesome that I now have one in my possession on display in my room.

Also, like some paranoid person that I know, who is a woman that is not of the opposite sex (fyi a guy), I too am interested in knowing who the hell actually reads this banal piece of crap drug out of Satan’s very own ass and marinated in his stank.

Oh, and, society? FUCK YOU WITH A RAKE. The tool side, yes, with the sharp and pointy things, not the nice smoothbore handle. That would be too much mercy for you, fucker.

Listening to: The Slip-Even Rats.

WELCOME.