Fugg it!!

..fugg it, mayn. i know i know, what happened to that "blogspot", nate? well i lost the password and those muggfluckas was givin' me hard time so to that i say fugg it. so "how you been, dude?" you may ask...welp to answer your question i've "created this musical bouquet"...haha anyone out there know what song that's from? I'll give you give a knuckle sandwhich if you get it right...come on...

so i went back to school this week. well not reall cause i was in school for most of winter break for winter session for philosophy 170. Professor Charles Wallis is a pretty cool hombre if you ask me. I suggest taking him. but you know what sucks?(keep your mind out of the gutters)...but i ended up with a flippin 88.9% in the class....if that's not a welcome to heartbreak hotel then i dont know what is. but i'm over it. what I AM not over is, however, is how San Diego let their season slip through their fingers...FUQ MAN...seriously...the last time i cried over sports was my junior year of high school and i actually was in that game...but this!...this is just - what Karl Malone would say - "builds character"...but cot damn...how much more character can a Charger fan get!? but it's over with and i'm over it, kinda.

But in regards to the spring semester, i feel like these upcoming months are going to be the most challenging in my academic life. the schedule goes as follows:
Asian American Studies(laugh all you want)
Business law
Economics
History
Ethics

...now that's a lot of cot damn reading. but you know what the weird thing is? i had to do some reading the other day to prepare for class discussions the next day and i was (for lack of vocabulary ) "hella" prepared. Like i highlighted my book and shizz and had notes and for what!?.... discussion. but i did it on like instinct, though. i dont know...perhaps "Big nate nasty" is slowly getting more studious...but i dont know...maybe it's just me.
so i got my ears pierced this last weekend..."i know i know, yea you too"...but damn can a n-word be cool for once in his life!?, dayum. my mom asked me "are you a gang membro now!?"(yes, m-e-m-b-r-o) unfortunately mother no...i just be pimpin' and shiet.<-ha. i wanted to get the cartilage, ie the top of the ear, done as well but i chickened out cause the girl who did em say that hurt so...maybe in a few weeks. but imma do it fo sho, dawg.

I need a cot damn band, dooooooooddddd. cause i'm just enfermo y cansado de este filipino shizz, man. i wanna like expand my boundaries, you know? tired of these weddings and grandma "todo todo"/"line dancing" parties. they're cool..i get paid and there'll be a few good lookers here and there but...i dont know. stuff gets old you know? if anyone out there in cyber spaces knows anyone that needs a drummer tell em to "holla at a playa, holla at a playa"...on the real talk though. i'm like desperate. no joke

but on a lighter note i need some new shoes. i think i'm gonna go with the steve maddens. gay, huh? i dont know what's wrong with me!?!?!...shit, man. i used rock sean jean and enyce and stuff....now my steeze is turning gayer and gayer...it's these damn college hippies....just kidding. it's just the weed....just kidding again!

but yea i think i'll end it there, folks. like the dude from reading rainbow/star trek says "i'll see you next time"

download of the day: DJ Quik and AMG - You Can work with that