OMG I HAVENT BLOGGED IN AGES

2:57 PM / Posted by zeNace /


Happy herra late, 4th of July everyone!

What isn't a Patrick Blog without hella random ass pictures right? :D


Table Of Contents:
  1. Girlwithaknife Thursday
  2. Kegstand Friday
  3. 4th of july Saturday!
  4. My status nao
This picture that i took while at my grandpa's house, next to "Patrick's Hill" for all of you that know it. :D @Mongols: No, there is not some creepy grudge looking girl in the window, it's a poster.

ze 4th of july dog that i was chillin' with

So details, details details.... Let's start it off with my 4th of july weekend, it started off AMAZING HOLY SHIT! SO AMAZING, i don't even remember what i did :[
Alcohol does that to you, OFTEN.



Thursday, the day that i got off work, it was a chill day, i had to work overtime to get the laptops finished, which took around 8ish, went to hang out with Michael Power, and gave him back his IronHearts. For all of you that don't know, he recently got these $450 dollar jeans and allowed me to wear them to impress ( someone special). I don't think it's important to release the name yet, well because who knows! Maybe she secretly reads my good-for-nothing blog, let's hope not!

ANYWAY, i actually read my blog sometimes and i feel that reading this is a mix between a kid who has ADD, ROLLIN or Mentally challenged, but it's k. At around 2 or so, i sat on something sticky, which turned out to be ducktape =/ and got this white pasty shit on michael's pants. I couldn't even enjoy my sushi because of it. @ lunch, thank god that my mom didn't make lunch for me that day, we ate at this Japanese restaurant, and got a bento box, something that i have had in a WILLLLLLLLLLLLLY LONNNNNNNNNNNNNNG time. It reminds me of the good ol' days, before the drinking, when i would have the greatest sober fun of my life doing hoodlum shit with indy heads. I sure do miss you guys: Kevin, Antoine, Kenneth, Thomas, Daniel, and others who i cannot seem to remember. But now, it seems that things aren't the same anymore and we've gone our seperate ways, partly because i go to piedmont and i do not know what the fuck i'm talking about since you all go to indy, but it's whatevvvs.



Back to the sticky pants ;), haha, so michael power realizes that i LAG like a motherfucker and i'm bad with timing (AT TIMES). So he rushed me out of my house when i JUST GOT HOME FROM OVERTIME, mofuckin exasusted and this nigga calls me out. I didn't get time to scrub the ducktape, so he knew right away and i tried to play it aloof. Silly me, underestimating the power of white people. I just can't trick them, i need to keep assuring myself that i'm not some sly sneaky asian in this crowd of white people: mainly kevin roach and michael power. With the jeans out of the way, i headed to Anthony Trans that night, expecting it to be not as crazy as it was. HOLLLYYYY SHIT, underclassmen everywhere, which was cool, i knew most of them and in no matter whatever situation, always rolling with willy long gives me the confidence to meet other people and be the biggest douchebag i can be, and still laugh it off. I LOVE IT! Haha, but it was some crazy ass time, whether there's girls trying to stab themselves, or mexicans stealing my nigga's ipod/cellphone, it was an experience that he would remember, probably forever. I think everyone needs a story or experience like this to learn from, i sure did! I was that crazy girl trying to stab herself, crying away my life over some girl whom i forget what i saw in her, oh silly silly freshman year....
Then there's the motto:
What hurts you now, will make you stronger later.
That's true, and my other personal favorite:
Life's too mofuckin' short for bullshit

by: Katt Williams It's cool when white people come up with it, but it's helluvalot cooler when black people do it. It's karma, well, you DID put them on fields and whip them, it's not their fault.


I went home from Anthony's on a mission, such a strong mindset to do something, but detours like chatting it up with Willy about life on my hill drained all of my energy really, i just tried to stick it in there, with all the might i had, but god damn was that a heart-touching talk. I don't know if we both were hella opening up to each other, or if it was the vodka-filled livers that made us feel like we were actually brothers. I mean, look at this picture? I went home with that "mission" in my mind like i was talking about, everything was GOOD to go, i had my longboard ready outside and everything! But, sadly, i failed. I was to succumb to my blanket and pillow that the night ended up in failsaster. My first time to actually meet (someone special) ended up a fail on my lack of energy. All i had to do was pop open a redbull which my mom bought from costco (idk why they even make sugar-free, it's a waste of life) and i'd be good to go. Sigh, but now i got those haircuts which make you think this guy plays a shitload of yugioh, and deserves to be sent back to Vietnam.




So i ended up giving back Michael Power's new jeans with ducktape on them, i'm terribly sorry, and i didn't really say anything because i tried to act coy, but it didn't work. SO I AM APOLOGIZING THROUGH A BLOG, HOW WORSE CAN IT GET! Anyway, god damn Kevin roach is funny as fuck, "I'm just sippin". God damn that nigga cracks me up. I needa do something with that guy, and that sounds homo as fuck. The highlight of me hanging out with him consisted of waiting for Jeff to come to buy us beer, going into an asian video rental store into the adult section and the manager goes to kevin, "Don't make a mess!". LOL, but he CARDED both of us, WHO CARDS FOR PORN. I'm still three-four months shy of turning 18, but i'm sure i'm going to be happy when i do and throw a mofuckin' party inviting only the people whom i want to go. But still, it's going to be EPIC!


Friday



Highlight of this day: Patrick Duong does his first kegstand, but there's a catch. It was only four seconds. Patrick duong, you pussy. I forgot what i did during the day, i think i played dota, tons of it with MJ, c0ndizzle, Castro and mmmmiiikael lam. I'm a night person, i don't do shit during the day, which sucks because people at school probably think i'm anti-social and i'm going to be a future serial killer, but fuck it, thug life. Oh, and i also fixed phamnut6's computer today, ate the greatest "pitza" <- (haha, ngoc) of all time, maui zaui and ended of the night @ victor's.
At first, me and willy call up andy to see whats going down and ordered 2 mickey's, i haven't had one of these in a loo0o0o0ng time, and the first time i've ever had them were in kevin's car, good times, despite drinking on weekdays =/ We ended up going to Adam's playing pyramid, which was pretty fun, but i was really hoping to go to a party. In the end, i owned myself and we did acutally go to a party and i finally defeated jeff in beer pong. Idk why, but i've always seen jeff as a guy who was a god at beer pong, and by me beating him shows that I, infact, am pretty good. Charlie was a good bp partner too, but i gotta say, longduongs rape, and mikejohnduongpatrickmadashit is the best. Nothing like stoging right after every victory, and looking as my partner gets as red as the cups, keke
That night had a pretty fun hookah set too, and the last time i hookah'd was when, well.... you know the story ;)

So, i ended the night oh, just doing something that i hadn't done in a very, very, very, very, very looooong time. Had a nightly convo! Till' 4 A.M. It means a lot, well to me anyway. =)


Sometimes, i see myself as a SIM in the SIMS 3, like my mood is like a bar and goes from red to green, and that night, it was fully green.

^ Attempting to sound cute. I don't think it's working out too well. :(
LOL

Saturday




It's 4th of july! And i'm forced to spend it with family, just like 292392329323928% of the world. I woke up, then instantly had to go to my grandpa's house to celebrate. I thought after being there for 5 hours, it was okay to go out for a little while to hang out with my friends, since we weren't doing shit squat there anyway, but my dad got mad.
:(

i got texts from him such as, "Patrick, i am very piss, you go out i say no, but you still go, am i not your dad or what?"

"i do no exist?"




I obviously, felt bad, but laughed. I went back 2 hours later, only to find that my dad had went to the resturant that he's looking after and i'm at a house with barely any cousins, but hey, they had drinks. Little did i know, this all blew up in my face when they saw my eagerness to drinking. I got the lecturing of a lifetime, and for some reason, it could've all stopped if i just shut up, but i didn't, so it just kept going on, and on, and on. On where i stand for drinking, i don't do it to the extreme and i'm not harming anyone, but my liver while doing it, but i'm a teenager. I'm sure theres tons of arguments and me just talking about it makes me stupid so i'll drop it. Sigh, i don't even go crazy or anything when i drink, it's just how quick they are to see me as the type of person to go nuts, or decide to drive a car, or shoot myself in the face with a gun. I have more common sense than that =/



It just made me realize that i haven't talked to my cousins in a herra long time, which sucks, but i've lost contact with a ton of people. I don't know what there is to do, but try to keep contact but it's hard. Everyone seems to believe that i have this manic ego that i'm too "cool" for the world and i'm a egotisitcal, selfish homo.

it's whatever tho.


My status nao

Everyday i have work, i'm regretting all the things that i have done, drinking on weekdays when i shouldn't have, fucking up my grades, ruining relationships with people over stupid shit, all the harm that i've done to my body and myself, my lack of patience, my mindset that i have to please everyone, etc.




Working isn't fun, it's not supposed to be, but for some reason, i feel that it's bettering myself somewhat. I work 32+ hours a week, i don't get paid for overtime, i sit in a room all day with one person to really talk to, and i work with computers. I mean, it's fun, but you just get sick of it. I don't really do anything, but to other people, the stuff that i do would cause them head trauma. I hate that i'm good with computers, and i hate that it's most likely going to be my future career. I make $160 a week, divide that by 4 days and 4 hours = 5/hr. SLAVELABOR



But, i do have a job on the brightside, i'm not wasting away my summer at home doing nothing, i'm making money to buy random shit that i don't need and it's beneficial to my health, because if i wasn't working, my lungs would burst. So now, it leaves me where i am today. I hate how you know hella people, but they are all just acquantances, you say hello at school or whatever, and it's that. Putting the effort into things just isn't me, which blowsss. I hope these habits change over time. BESIDES THIS DEPRESSING TALK i saw transfomers 2, megan fox is hella hot, the movie had too much going on, willy long and michael power we need to see this rollin' and ngoc pham, it's still going onnnnn, the 2v2 that is!

and i'm off for another great 8 hrs. of work tommorrow!

goodnight everyone!

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1 comments:

Comment by TRISHA (: on July 8, 2009 at 12:58 PM

Everyone seems to believe that i have this manic ego that i'm too "cool" for the world and i'm a egotisitcal, selfish homo.


^ thats what i thought honestly

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