on saturday, a buncha guys went to visit our fallen homie, walter. we kicked it with his parents for a couple hours, then we went to visit his grave. this was my first time lookin' down at his gravestone...the last time i was there was at the funeral.
walter was sometimes a stubborn bastard with his little "wierd things." one thing that he firmly believe in was to not cry when someone dies. i remember back at webb, after our classmate josh kaminsky passed away, all of the homies stayed up late and talked about it. walter didn't shed one tear when josh passed away. "i don't cry because i know that when i die, i don't want you guys to be crying for me."
sorry to disappoint you bro but i cried my eyes out for ya. i cried the night that SJ called me to tell me you passed. i cried all throughout your memorial service. i cried as i walked past you for the last time just before they closed the casket. i just couldn't hold it in, man.
but this time, i remembered what you said, walter, so i did what you would've done -- i held it in.
as we stood silently looking down on his grav...i smiled. i smiled cuz all of the memories i have of him were good memories. i'm sure that we had at least one fight or something over the course of 5 years...but there were far too many good memories to outweigh any possible bad ones.
i eventually started thinkin to myself, "how will i want people to react when i pass away?" i'm sure people will cry...its just natural...but i wouldn't want people to cry everytime they visit me. if anything, i'd want people to smile. on my gravestone, instead of the typical "remembered always" mushy type stuff, i might have it so it says something stupid like, "smile if you'll sleep with me." haha. and instead of bringin flowers to my grave, i'd much rather you bring food. hell, bring a whole shit load of food and have a picnic or something. whatever it takes, all i want is to look down (or look up, depending on how bad i was :twisted: ) and see ya smiling.
anyways, i'm sure that day won't come for a very long time...i'll probably live to be 85 or something.
aight, i think i'm gonna get me a couple chili burgers. late.
just got back from san francisco....it was only for the weekend but seemed to last for so long. it was a 6 hour drive but i was thrashed the whole drive up there. :mrgreen: got there around three in the morning and just passed out at cathys.
the next day was Mel & Cathy's Day of Fun!!...well...kinda....really it ended up being Mel & Cathy's Day of Eating & Sleeping!! one huge difference between LA and berkeley is the little fuckin hole-in-the-walls restuarants all compacted into the same few blocks....and no typical fast food joints around for a couple miles. the really cool thing is everything's in walking distance...parking is so fuckin' bitchy its just so much more convenient to walk. (never thought i'd say it, but walking > driving.)
later that night we got all our friends and met up at isabelle's. it was me, cathy, her bf, megan (sp?), isabelle, hayes, stan & york. played asshole and another drinking game...it was the one were every number means something, like 6 means "dicks" so all guys have to drink...this one time i got the card for waterfall. i was a bastard and i made everyone keep drinking until i topped off my whole drink hehehe. everyone got pissed but ooooh the price i pay to get my friends sloppy.
really, the whole party was a big fat, joyous blur....but it was fun as hell.
the next day was really chill. went with a buncha guys to get some dim sum...and then me, hayes, stan & isabelle went to this one lake to smoke up. after that, went back to her place and she made us crepes with nutella....mmmmmmmmmm. we had one more smoke after that then me, stan & york had to go.
oh yeah, earlier in the week my dad was being a bitch...."melvin, if you take your car to san francisco, i'm gonna cancel your credit card!!!" if my dad's threat involved something other than my credit card, i probably would've made a smartass remark and hung up on him....but god no!!! please don't take back my credit card!!! so instead i did the sneaky thing and tagged along with stan & york.
my mama called me when i was at SF and she was all, "where are you?"
"uuuhhhhhh i'm visiting cathy..."
"oh ok....i'm glad that you decided to not go up to san francisco...."
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anyways, that was only like 1.5 days of hangin out at SF...but i'll be back in 3 weeks for my cousin's wedding...can't fuckin' wait.
my first 4th of july from saudi went pretty damn well. drove up to stan's place and the first thing we do is down several quarter-pound hot dogs. our fellow webb homies, jose & brandon (and his gf, debra) came to join in on the sausagefest. after spending the whole afternoon smokin & catchin up, we met up at jacquie's (humongous) house to kick it with herself and marina. we all caught up on goodtimes as we raided her fridge (i was stoned)....just had a good time for a couple hours.
stan and i head back to his place...and then hayes came over so we could get shitfaced. after a couple hours of drinkin, we smoked on the roof of stan's place and smoked up a bit. we all got pretty fuckin' droned (drunk/stoned) and then decided we should play some bball. we ran a couple blocks to the elementary school and played a couple games...drunk, stoned and in the dark...it was hard as balls but it was cool.
all in all, the day was really chill...but it was fun drinkin/smokin/eatin/catchin up on goodtimes.
damn. mama called me to bitch about my phone bill...i never thought i'd go over but i did...and it costs an extra $40. here's one interesting stat: out of the 1800 minutes i used, 1000 were from talking to phoebe. daaaaaamn that girl's got me on a digital leash.
wow, i am so proud of myself. my brother, michael, offered to treat me out to Tommy's for a midnight snack...as long as i went and picked it up for him. (to all you non-westcoast people, Tommy's is a burger joint that serves all of their cheeseburgers with a whole fuck load of greasy chili....its so fuckin' greasy...its so fuckin' good) anyways, when i got to the drive-thru, i remembered all of the time's that isabelle got mad at me for pigging out...i got the image of her disappointed face saying "eww, mel!!!" burned into my head...so this time...i refused to order anything for myself!!
i'm so fuckin' proud of myself!!
here was the perfect opportunity for me to order a greasebomb...and my brother was paying for it...and i could smell the burgers as i approached the drive-thru...and i said no!!! i can't believe i did it!! i actually said, "no!!". i've lost 10 lbs so far in the past 2 weeks...and i'm still going strong...and i owe it all to isabelle. thanks isabelle!!! you rock!! :bigthumbup:
fuuuuuck, just got back from san diego and i am spent. late late monday night i was a little depressed/pissed-off cuz of a couple things that happened that day, so i called up hayes to check up on what he was doing....he was waiting on isabelle and sasha to come back home from the Mack 10 featuring Ice Cube music video, "Lights Out." just wait for when this video comes out....its filled with bootyshakin' black chicks with big 'ol fake boobs and then 2 cute white girls...
anyways, i had to get my mind off things so i drove up to santa monica for a couple hours just to chill. i find out that hayes and isabelle are goin' to SD for a couple days and they invite me to come along....basically, on the spot i decide to go.
the next day they picked me up and we head down to SD. hayes used my little portable dinner table to roll some shit while i drove...and we smoked it. we meet up with isabelle's friend, casey, who is a stereotypical SD beach boy with long hair and says "gnarly" all the time...anyways, he takes us to the beach. we go swimmin' for a bit, check out the pier, and then we walked the shoreline for a long ass time so we could watch the sunset. the whole day was spent checkin' out all the "gnarly" places along the beach.
oh yeah, casey also has this thing for mexican food...so basically in 2 days all we ate was mexican food. he introduced me to the California Burrito, which is carne asada with guacamole, sour cream and some other yummy, greasy shit....dat was guuuuuuuuuuud.
later that night, we spent the night at ted's (isabelle's friend from berkeley) groovy place at El Cajon...really awesome house in a beautiful neighborhood...this house seriously has the biggest fucking backyard i have ever seen...has a walkway that leads to a swimming pool, and if you walk further he has a trampoline....and he STILL has more space. to all of you saudi people, its about the size of alan's backyard times 4. anyways, we smoke that night and we eventually pass out.
the next day, hayes, isabelle and i check out the san diego zoo...normally that'd be somethin' that i'd never do...but fuck it, i've never been to a zoo before. oh yeah, we were checking out the gorilla's and there was this one huge gorilla that took a big 'ol shit....picked it out of his ass and threw it at another gorilla. hahahahahahahaa that was basically the highlight of my zoo experience. there was also this one orangutan that was rolling on its side...and as it rolled it was peeing all over the fucking place. hahahaha that was the other highlight.
after the zoo, we checked out the rest of downtown san diego to hit up the museums and shit....we also stopped by Old Town, which is sooooo fucking old. remember what Back to the Future III looked like? yeah, this place was straight up wild wild west. we hung around there for a while and then we headed back to my place.
all in all, san diego was a really really chill trip which i didn't plan on going on until the last minute...but it was just what i needed to get my mind off some things.
yesterday i went to porn convention. daaaaamn. me, mark, raynell, eric and joey were all there for 5 hours...my how time flies when you're surrounded by pornstars. there was this booth that i checked out that was selling sex toys...and the lady was trying to demonstrate some shit to me...
Mel: hey, what's this? (i pick up some hard spongy ball thing)
Lady: that is a waterproof vibrator...
Lady: (picks it up and turns it on)
Lady: this is really good when you have sex in the shower...for example when you do your girl doggystyle, you can put it on her clit while you do her from behind...
Mel: ahh ok
Lady: or if you're gay, you can do it like...
Mel: (interrupts) NO. i'm straight.
Lady: oh, ok
Mel: whoa, is that a fake pussy?
Lady: yes it is!! check this out!! (picks it up and lubes up the insides)
Lady: this thing is great!!
Lady: stick you finger in it!!
Mel: nah...really...its ok....
Lady: no no no, come on, just try it
Mel: nah....
Lady: DO IT!!!
Mel: fine!!!
Mel:...
Lady: doesn't that feel like a real pussy? like a really tight one?
Mel: (thinking to myself how gross this is) uhhhh yeah
Mel: ...can you pass me a tissue, please??
so anyways, when i was there i also caught up with augustus and gave him the grand tour. there were a buncha pornstars this year, including tera patrick, brittanny andrews, brianna banks, dyanna lauren, serenity, ron jeremy and a whole lot more. i'll post up the pics as soon as i can.
holy balls am i spent. the past couple days i've been in vegas partying with hayes, isabelle, ashwin...and with a few special guest appearances by janet, anne, kim & rachel.
Day 1 - Tuesday
so i wake up early and head over to santa monica to pick up hayes and his "friend"...(don't take this the wrong way but) i was expecting to meet just another horny guy that wanted to tag along for some partying and buffet-cleaning...instead, i was introduced to a nicely tanned texas cutie, isabelle. things were goin' great when we first started talking...but then over the course of the drive to vegas i realized that sweet little isabelle is in fact my exact opposite. first of all, she's a feminist that hates hearing the word, "bitch." secondly, she's vegetarian. thirdly, she's a health/fitness freak that LOVES to walk...to put it in one small word...isabelle is the ANTI-MEL. here's a sample conversation of me and her....
Mel: mmmmm Fat Burger looks goooooooood. Isabelle: eww gross, red meat!! we are not eating there!! Mel: Mel: lets take a cab. Isabelle: but its such a beautiful night to walk around the strip!! Mel: fuck that. i want a cab....(but i don't wanna pay for all of it)....FINE.
anyways, eventually we got to vegas...hayes and isabelle swam a bit (i forgot my board shorts again, damnit)...went back to the room and smoked a bit...then eventually headed out to eat some pizza...even though i was craving for Fat Burger, little miss anti-mel couldn't...so anyways as the night went on...i can't remember what we did after eating pizza...we probably smoked some more...but we eventually met up with their friend Ashwin (pronounced "osh-win"). as soon as we all met up, i caught up with janet & co and we went to Harrahs to get one of those yardstick Long Island Iced Teas (the one with the big ol plastic bottom and a long ass neck)...costed $15 but it was worth it.
we ended up walking around the strip for a long ass time...and i was really really buzzed from the drink....and all eventually decided to hit up a bar. the original plan was to go downstairs (of the hotel that we were staying) and drink at the nearest bar....i was tired as fuck from all the walking earlier...but i decided to go with them...after all, we WERE just going downstairs...
but no...when we get there, they all conveniently decide that we should hit up the Voodoo Lounge at Rio....since i was outnumbered i had no choice but to go with them...so off we went...and...about 1.5 miles and 45 minutes later we get there...only to find out that we didn't meet the dress code...so basically...all that motherfucking walking for nothing...so there i was, all sober & bitching....we all went back to the hotel to talk things over about what to do for the rest of the night...but i passed out.
Day 2 - Wednesday
we all woke up around 12ish and my parents offered to pay for our lunch...at an All-You-Can-Eat Buffet at The Palms...
so after cleaning house, we went to downtown vegas to do some really cheap gambling (25 cent tables). i ended up playing 50 cent roulette for a long ass time....i won about $20 at it....but then i gambled it all away....so anyways...after all the gambling, we bought some bicardi for the night and then headed back.
later that night, we started taking shots of the bicardi...each of us got like 5-7 good shots and then we headed out to the Ghost Bar at The Palms....and when we get there, the bouncers completely laugh at isabelle's (what we all thought was an EXCELLENT) ID and deny her admittance....but at least they were cool and they explained to us why they could tell the ID was fake...so whatever, we talk about it with some stripper chick and somehow i ended up giving her my phone number...(bitch hasn't called me yet...)
anyways, we end up at the Voodoo Lounge and this place was bumpin!!! the live band was fucking awesome and the place was just rockin. hayes decided to pay for all of our drinks...so that night i ended up downing 3 long islands again (keep in mind we had bicardi earlier)...and very shortly i was compeltely trashed. the place eventually closed up so we had to go downstairs....and then we realize how "friendly" the casino is to you when you're completely shit-faced....somehow ashwin ended up blowing a ton of cash at $10 roulette and i was running around telling random people "happy birthday!!!" drunken isabelle and i talked about us and "even though we are complete opposites, we're still cool together cuz opposites attract."
anyways eventually, janet calls me up and tells me they're eating $2 steak and eggs at The Orleans...all of us get there but i ended up being the only guy sticking around with janet & the girls for some breakfast...(ashwin & isabelle were kicked out so hayes had to bring 'em back to the room)...and we totally pig out and then i get dropped off to my room at 5 in the morning, still drunk as fuck...
Day 3 - Thursday
we get up by 10:00 and head out. we were all hungover...but ashwin was by far the worst...the whole motherfucking afternoon he was yacking in my car into a little cup...."uuuuuuuuuwet....uuuuuwet.....uuuuuuuuuuuuuwet " was all i could hear throughout the drive...
anyways, to close things off, i finally had a real vegas experience...which of course included the overload of alcohol and the losing of $150...and i absolutely loved it. i spent 2 bangin' days getting drunk and fuckin' around...got to bond with my HS buddy for his birthday...got to kick it with janet & co...and last but not least, made some new friends in ashwin and my attractive-opposite, isabelle.
schoooooooooooooool's out for the summer!!! its kinda sad though...this year was definitely the best year in the dorms and now it must all come to an end. a ton of the montecito crew is leavin' and only a very very few are staying behind. i'm gonna miss the late nights when chops, neil-jason, spencer, sean, sam, tank, and all the other guys fuck around in the hallways...so many fuckin' good times and great laughs...gonna miss that shit. i dunno if there's gonna be another year in the dorms like this year again...
aight, so last night darwin (my roomie) and i put our hamsters, pube & duke, into our hamster playpen. pube is 1 year old and duke is only a couple months, but he's gone thru a growth spurt and caught up in size with pube. (duke has also got a fuck buddy hamster, which belongs to darwin's gf....pube is still in the v-club). aaaaaanyway, in the past the two have been ok when around eachother...but last night the little shits started fighting. if you've never seen a hamster fight, its just like in the cartoons when a "fight cloud" is formed and the two roll around in a ball trying to bite eachother. i slap the two of them to break them up and when i reach down to grab pube, that hairy little shit named duke jumped at my hand and bit the shit out of my middle finger. HURT LIKE A BITCH. i've been bit before but those were just a little painful and had no piercing of skin....but this time...this time the little fucker had penetration. my fuckin' finger wouldn't stop bleeding. also, pube got bit in the face...but its all good cuz he got duke in the back real good. :tonguefawk:
as chin likes to put it:
Scoreboard
Duke: 2
Pube: 1
Mel: 0
oh, and to add insult to injury, the only bandaid around here was at neil's room...and he only has winnie the pooh bandaids.
