Carson Told Me To Blog More So Here I Go

Those observant comment readers may have noticed that in my previous blog, Carson told me to blog more. Being that I am a people pleaser, I decided to do it. Being also seeing that I am also a fan of situational irony, I decided to blog on a subject that will make Carson miserable...The ending to that danged Harry Potter book.

Goober Alert: Ya I read it. I'm a goober. I also blogged about it. Hence I'm a Lame Goober.

-Voldemort kicks some serious devil-wizard butt.
-Snape was a good guy (even though he was still a major D Bag.)
-J.K. Rowling pulls more crap out of her imaginary world to make Harry stay around after he dies.
-The lamest Everybody-Is-Happy Ending I've seen since watching High School Musical.

Really? Really J.K. Rowling. After 7 Books, a bajillion pages, and millions of dollars from impressionable kids buying harry potter lunchboxes, underwear, etc... and all you can offer me is that him and Ginny get married and have kids. Really? [to be read with a harsh attitude]

Sorry Carson. It was a lame ending anyway.

Note: I was gonna photoshop a picture of Carson's face on Harry Potter, but i have to go pack for Hume :) Peace.

The Format Show

Attention: Overly-Affectionate Indie Boyfriend.

The Pit Is No Place For Your Girlfriend.

Thank You.

So Hayden David and I hit the road for the Format show in downtown Disney yesterday.

Exciting Event#1: Mr. 80's Del Taco Creeper

Now don't get me wrong, I love the 80's...just sometimes not weird creepers from the 80's. This man greeted us at the entrance into the beloved Fast Food Kingdom with this phrase/rambling...

"Hey that shirt [David's shirt] looks like it's from the 80's. I used to have hair down to my waist during the 80's cause I idolized Eddie Van Halen. Well now I'm better than him cause I'm the best lead guitar player in the world. Slayer? [Explicit F Word] Yeah I can play that."

As we ordered, ate, and left the restaurant he continued to go on about how his lead singer screwed the band over by taking drugs, how the OC Fair screwed him over by not "believing in me or even giving me a [F-ing] chance", and how the judgemental world screwed him over before he got his big break (Ya screwy guy. I know.) We just ordered our food staring at him nodding our heads uncomfortably.

While we were leaving, he asked to shake my hand which I graciously obliged him with. Bad Idea. He literally pulled me in and wouldn't relinquish his grip till he had shown me his full shoulder guitar-wrapped-in-angel-wings-with-his-name-under-it-tatoo. This apparently showed how good he was because "anyone this dedicated has to be a [F-ing] Rockstar."

I was pretty sure I was going to get kidnapped that very moment. Yikes. We then sped off while he yelled something about looking his band up on Craig's List. Not gonna happen. Creeper.

Exciting Event#2: David Trying To Buy Tickets

So the extra ticket an anomous third party member promised to David turned out to have been sold. Therefore him and I stood outside while he tried to find a ticket to buy. I just stood there watching him approach a group of girls with lip rings and dyed hair saying "Do you have a spare ticket I could borrow" While they grunted and walked away. Not very friendly. But very funny.

He ended up finding a ticket and we went inside.

Unexciting Event#3: Watching The Honorary Title

"Really. Really Are You Serious Right Now." Event #4: The Pit

People began to push which is not such an unusual site at shows. Also not an unusual sight at shows is the overly affectionate boyfriend in the prime "She's My Girl So Don't Mess" stand-atory position. As people began to sway he would whisper to her "Baby are you okay. We can leave if it's too rough" and she would in reply mumble "No it's ok. it's ok." Then two minutes later tug his shirt and say "Ok I want to leave." At which point in time they wouldn't be able to because the sound check had started and everyone was more rowdy. Love hurts don't it. Maybe instead of singing along to lame do-do-doo's in between making out during The Honorary Title set you shoulda left the pit. Lame.

All and all a pretty good night by my standards.

National Sup [Cute] Babyguwl Day!!!

Every once in a while when I get bored, I wish that I could be the person in charge of making National Holidays. I would make one for everyday, with most involving giving little Asian boys presents. I judge what the day would be called and celebrate by my experiences. It seemed as if the theme of today was cute babygirls. June 19th will forever now be known as "National Sup [Cute] Babyguwl Day!!!



Encounter #1
At HSM Choir practice, the director's little girl of 2 years old was crawling around the stage the whole time. At the risk of losing testosterone points, I would use the word "precious" to describe her. For example, we were singing "Dancing Generation" and she just happened to find her way behind the drumset and started playing the bass drum. How Baller Is That???? I told Alex that the first chance I had, I was going to steal that cute little babygirl to keep as my own. While we practiced singing "From The Inside Out" I remember singing these lyrics:

And the cry of my heart
Is to bring you praise
From the inside out
That babygirl is cute

Encounter #2
Just 30 minutes later, I was tutoring at the Ladera Ranch Library today, when a couple with a little cute Asian babygirl strollered in. As the girl was pushed up and down the aisles, I could hear her saying "Hi!" to everything that moved. The couple sat down at the table behind where I was working and took the cute babygirl out of her stroller and put her on the ground. She somehow made her way to on top of the empty chair next to me that my back was sort of to. There I was, going over graphing Trigonometric functions when I felt a couple mini-tugs on the back of my jacket. I turned slightly to be greeted with eyes wide open and a chirping "Hi!" This happened about three or four times over the course of an hour. i think that's the only word that the little cute asian babygirl knew.

So if anyone every puts me in charge of National Holidays, Today, June 19th, will be forever known as "National Sup [Cute] Babyguwl Day!!! So go on and celebrating by having a friendly interaction* with a cute babygirl.

*It is highly suggested that this cute babygirl be either yours or belonging to a trusted love one as to avoid "Creeper" Status. Please do not steal cute babygirls as mentioned above, and please do not interact in any ways that would not be watchable in a Disney Movie. Thanks.

End of the Year Hug-a-thon

So today was the last lunch...ever...of the school year. I was talking to Hayden about how sad i was and he insisted that we should do something to celebrate/commemorate it. I suggested hugging people. Then both our eyes lit as if to say "Yes, I know exactly what you're thinking, and it's so crazy it just might work!"

Now just a little side note about CAPO lunches involving Hayden and I. we started a tradition this year involving Lunch Dance Parties: Unauthorized and Unorganized; just the way we like it!!!! These parties consisted of Hayden and I driving his car up to the senior lot during ASB then pumping dance music through the speakers once lunch started. We would dance awkwardly with people as they went to get their cars.

This tradition eventually spread to having so many people in the parking lot dancing that the Assistant Principal had to personally shut it down because people couldn't move their cars. This is one of the fliers that we passed out:

But back to the Hug-A-Thon. Rather than just us hugging our friends goodbye, I decided why not make it a school event. Thus, we spent the entire lunch running around to all the different groups on campus whether we knew them or not screaming:

"END OF SCHOOL END OF LUNCH MALL HUG!!!!
Meet in front of the stage in the mall [that's our lunch area for you lame non-CAPOers]
Once the first bell rings, we will start the biggest group hug CAPO has ever seen
We're counting on you to be there"

And sure enough, once that end of lunch bell rang, it started. Now being as Hayden and I were the first to kick it off, we were naturally ended up in the center of the huggle (Hug Huddle!). I'm not sure how many people partook in this event because all I could see was armpits (see first blog about me being short) but i know that it was AWESOME!!! The hug lasted for a couple of minutes with more and more people jumping in.

Eventually this same Assistant Principal came over to shut it down. I'm not really sure why but I think it had something to do with too much love in one school. Anyways, I think we might have started a lasting tradition to spread joy and love to all Cougars. Whether be the Scene Kids behind the Vending Machines, the Mexicans that guard the Bathroom Hallway, the overly excessive PDA couples, or the young geeky lap-top Freshman; none can escape the Human Huggle :)

Music>Playlists>Coma????

I recently found myself in a position where I had no idea what to do at all. I mean this was a big Big BIG deal. I was in a conundrum.

Let me hit you with the backstory: My best friend and I are close, like real close. No, this is not an analogy for Jesus (while he is also my best friend). This is about my iPod. I mean we would do everything together. He would come with me on Cross Country runs, to Africa, school, and/or pretty much everywhere. He would sing me to sleep at night right there on the desk next to me, but always be there to wake me up everyday, (except one day, but that was my fault).

My iPod has had his history of medical problems. However, his cases of amnesia, heart attack, and even frozen-ness have always been settled by a simple reset, or worst case scenario being a restore. Well his recent stroke has left him in a coma for the last several days. I took him to the iHopsital, but the things went from bad to worse.

The "Genius Bar Worker" at the Apple Store should really be called the "I'm Really Smart But I Don't Have Any People Skills/A Soul Because I Could Care Less About This Poor Little Asian Boy And His Best Technological Friend In The World." He just plugged it in, counted to 30 then unplugged it and said there was nothing he could do and that I should look towards replaceing him.

Just like that!!!! How could I throw away all the good times we had? The "Love Songs for When You're Rounding 2nd or Stealing 3rd" Playlist? My Something Like Silas-Africa Slideshow? My 547 on Parachute during STAR Testing? How could this heart-less Apple employee understand?

I know I'm going to have to pull the plug soon, but I'm just not ready to let go. Adoption has been a hot topic, but I'm not sure how much time i need. I don't plan to live an iPodless life from here on, but I keep hoping hes going to wake up and the Good Times would again roll. So sad. So sad. :(

Brother's Beach Bonfire

Tonight was my little brother's 14th Birthday Party. Being a good brother and all, I invited some friends to help chaperone. There was a lot of moments that made me say to myself or outloud "Wow that is extremely blog-able" so that is what I'm doing. While I'm not neccesarily a fan of the bullet point system, I do value its effiency. So here were tonight's top blog-able moments:

-Waiting to leave and having guy talk with the Boys while snapping at Erin for "Earmuffs"
-Playing name that early 90's show theme song in the car
-Watching Teddy flirt/seduce up a storm with all the Junior High girls
-Watching a completely awkward couple take pregnant pictures (imagine a prego* lady with her beer belly baby hanging out while her husband kneels with his ear to her stomach)
-Watching and helping Landon and Matty freakin destroy little 8th graders that thought they were tough
-Going swimming after the sun went down and hugging girls while we were sopping wet (Im for sure sick for a while now)
-Listening to the church crew rag on the school crew
-Teddy again
-Having embers from the fire land on my neck and give me a boo-boo
-Chilling (as in hanging out AND freezing) with Miss Bradyface on the beach
-Singing "A Whole New World" with Brock

so all in all a very fun night. If you are an eighth grader and have an older high school sibling that plans upon taking advantage of the most special day of the year for you, Beach Bonfire is a great idea.

*On the topic of Prego, apparently the three pregnant Mexican girls at my school got together and decided they were going to have their baby shower yesterday. They chose to have it at CAPO during lunch. Yes, balloons were strung and "uninvited" people were kicked out of the lunch quad for the day. That's CAPO for you :)

Nice Try Mr. Enrique Iglesias, But You're Gonna Have To Try A Little Harder Than That To Impress Me...

Dear Enrique Iglesias,

Yes Mr. International Heart-Throb Superstar, this blog is addressed to you. So buckle up.

In all fairness, I do not hate or hold anything against you. On the contrary, I would consider myself a step up from being a fan. Yes I am implying Iglesias-Maniac status. That is to say, I am completely and healthily devoted to your music. When dance parties are suggested, you are the first song on my "Drop the Beat Dance Mix" Playlist. You are listed in my Heroes section on myspace. (Yes I know, 3rd myspace reference in 3 blogs. Deal with it.) I have a figurative scale-to-life size statue of you in my heart right next to Jesus and whoever invented the handstand.

But on to more pressing matters, i.e. my recent dissapointment with your new single, "Do You Know? (The Ping Pong Song)" Now I'm not straight up dissing the song cause it still has a sicky dance beat. But let's take a looky at the lyrics shall we?

"Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?"

Rhetorical Question: How many girls do you know that would be "in a rush to throw [you] away?"

I would say about the same number of girls that camp outside of Wal-Mart for the new Grand Theft Auto game. Zero. Honestly Enrique, I know you've been busy being an International Pop Idol and everything but that doesn't justify slacking on the lyrical creativity. I mean I know you still have it in you (i.e. the amazing assonance found in "Ping Pong Song" Brilliant.) But let's be honest, you can't write a genuinely sincere song on a topic that you never experienced. I mean if it was say, Ryan Seacrest or some other D-Bag singing about girls leaving him I could understand, but you? That's been my frustrating rant/praise for the day.

In conclusion, Mr. Enrique, your CD better be just as, if not more fulfilling than "Escape" or I will be forced to deem this era in your career "The Sellout Era". Please don't make me do that.

With Great Respect,
Chase Ishii

P.S. I was a little skeptic when you lost The Mole, but in hind-sightI think it was a good career choice. Major Props.