Its been almost a year since I singed up for this weblog crap...and still I think its pretty F*n gay. I almost forgot I even had it, if it were not for the fact I get emails of updates from Nifty's Xanga (which you all shoull check out, its prolly the proper way this service should be used). 

I often wonder if its wrong to laugh or enjoy other people's misfortunes. If you believe in karma or whatever, you'd prolly think that if you laugh at other people's mistfortunes...then it will prolly come back to you in some way. So with that mindset...wouldn't that mean that the person having the misfortune in the first place must have done something bad so that karma is now bitting them in the ass? Cause thats what karma is based on right? So whats wrong with laughing or enjoying in someone elses misfortune? They prolly did do something in the past that has caught up with them now. Besides not feeling sorry for them must be part of karma right?

If we believe in this thing call Karma, then the world would take care of themselves. Sadly its usually the so called "good" people that get all the misfortunes...or is it when something misfortunate happens to someone we forget about all the bad things they have ever done, making them out to be saints or people they really were not. I never heard about bad things happening to bad people (Is Karma getting lazy?!) Just something to think about. Is there a such thing as Karma?

Happy Holidays from yours truely

Wow, haven't been on "Xanga" for awhile now and the first thing I see is them trying to sell me this premium upgrade. Who gives a crap? Do I really want to pay money for this crap? I didn't even want it when it was free.

Anyways, everyone might be wondering why I havn't posted, or in all actuality probably no one really gives a rats ass. But unlike most people that have Xanga sites, I actually have a real life that i revert every now and then. But now...the story begins...

The day started before I was even asleep. Studying till the early hours of the morning is a habit. I feel that the cold crisp early morning air helps me think better. The day began pretty good, the sun was peeping out from behind the clouds, and I felt ready after the late night date with my Anthropology text book. I ate a quick breakfast and prepared for school. I step outside, and thought to myself that today would be a pretty good day.

Sociology was as usual, boring as hell. Lectures and more lectures, but today time went pretty fast and before I knew it, class was dismissed and off to the library I went, prepared to get some last minute cramming in. Im getting kinda bored of typing lame stories right now so lets pretend we pressed the fast forward button..........................................................................................................................

And here we stop, right before I hand in my Anthropology test, I turn it in and gather my belongings and wish my friend Kristie good luck (she studied abotu 12 hours and still was taking the test, I felt bad) So I walk out and the first thing I see is Kristie's friend walk back towards me, away from the door and mutter these three words that made a chill run down my spine "IT IS RAINING".....HARD.

HAHAHA I think to myself, what a girly, scared of a little rain. So I give her a smirk and continue towards the door. I open the swingin door and stared straight into hell. The rain was comming down in blankets, and there was not a soul that could be found wandering around. I take my first step into another world and was hit by full force attack by billions upon billons of Ricky the Rain drops...exploding on my Banana Republic sweater upon contact. By that time, I was drenched and water was trickling down my forhead, my glasses now gave me zero visibility. Before I got into my car, I looked around. The world seemed different, changed somehow. The water from the heaven's seemed to have washed all the dirt and filth away. Feeling clean and refreshed I smirked, opened my car door, and entered back into reality.

Xanga is very Lame...But yet im compelled to write in it, why? I dono...maybe it is because my good friend vastly improved the look and feel of this site, or maybe I actually think its cool? HAHA ya right...this is still lame as ever, but I don't mind trying to satisfy the nerds and geeks out there. Enjoy

I awoke today with the sun glaring through my wooden blinds, the chirping of birds replaced by the ear shattering voice of my Doremon alarm. I knew this was the start of a great day.

The morning was cool and brisk, but the sun's rays were able to warm me up just enough as I prepared for another great day at my institution for higher learning. I grabbed my socks and ran down the stairs, balancing a Krispy Kreme donut in one hand, and my black binder and anthropology book with a monkey of some sort in the other. Time was critical, especially when taking morning classes. You must plan to arrive at school at least 30 minutes before class is suppose to begin. No, this is not done for fun, nor is it done to trick the teacher into believing you actually arrived early to learn. This is done so eventually you will be able to find a parking spot, only after waiting an hour or more of course, and this is where the extra 30 minutes come into play. You must be thinking...doesn't that make you 30 minutes late? I would then answer...no it will make you 45 minutes late, because the parking spot you just found is located on the other side of campus, about 15 minutes sprinting distance.

I arrive at Sociology class today...and that's all I remember. I believe we talked and took some notes, but I could find no paper trail to prove my theory was correct. The teacher is...well what can I say...a bit crazy, but then again when can anyone say they had a normal teacher?

I had about an hour before my next class, so I was sure to take advantage of my school resources and go to the library and go on the Internet to visit the various of "educational" website. And I was sure to chat very "educationally" with all my friend on AIM. My next class, Anthropology would soon begin...

And as quickly as it began...it ended. (If you wanted to know details, you are shiet outa luck)

Now the sun has set, and the moon is going to start to shower us with its cool, but warm and welcoming glow. Its brisk and cool outside, very calm with a gentle breeze that is blowing in from the ocean. My day has ended as it begun, in calm and comfort.  

Well I can't stress enough how lame Xanga actually is. Well...if its lame...why am I even on Xanga? Well thats a good question cause if it weren't for a good friend of mine who took time out of her busy schedual to create this...whatever you call it...I won't even bother to post. But since she took time to make this, I felt obligated to use it.

Now I ill tell you a little about myself...actually no I won't cause the last thing I need is internet nerds or freaks stalkin me, sorry. What I will tell you is that I'm just a average kid, man, person, whatever you make of me. I attend a prestigious college, or at least I think Saddleback is...you can't tell me otherwise. I'm an ABC (If you don't know what that is, sucks for you cause im not gona explain it) and live in a middle class suburban environment known as The OC, yes I'm actually part of the show, contact me for any questions or comments.  

Now on to my interests. My hobby and passion grealty evovle around cars, imports more specifily, but I did once own a Firebird (one of the nicest looking cars to date). Now, most of you people might be thinking, this SOB is a RICER (once again, if you don't know the term, move on). The truth is, I am so get over it. What do I drive? If you havn't figured it out by now (look around for hints *wink*) you don't deserve to know. In all reality, I do it for myself (the modifying and tuning). Ya I know, who am I kidding, I do it for the P00N.

Im sorry my first post is so long, and Im surprised you read this long. Oh nevermind, you prolly have no life anyways since your reading this. Ill probably be using this site to update my events calender for future and up and comming car events, but ill post some intersting thoughts and topics later on. I know youll be coming back and reading, since this is probably the most intersting entry of usless babble you ever read, and you are probably someone that fantasizes about other peoples fictional lives. Oh did I fail to mention that I'm really a A/X model? Take care everyone