went to KTQ’s graduation dinner yesterday at Buca di Beppo. i’ve been there a few times already and that place never ceases to amuse me. this is the first time, however, that i’ve sat in the pope room. it’s this circular room with pictures of popes lining the wall…and in the middle of the lazy susan is a glass-encased bust of the pope…wonderful. i wondered where his glowsticks were. i personally think he looks like a cross between Bush and Ross Perot (with normally sized ears). we kept on rotating the pope so that he would stare at people with those freaky plaster eyes of his. *shudder* gives me the willies just thinking about it. we wondered whether or not anyone has ever stolen a pope from Buca di Beppo…then we realized that it was too freaky to take. i mean…how long would you be able to stand having a plaster bust of a pope sit in your home and stare at you with those cold, steely eyes? ai yah. then again…maybe it would make a nice addition to one of those devoutly-Catholic Latino lowriders. think about it…you got this pimped up cadillac (with virgin mary decals all over) sitting on 13-inch gold-plated rims bouncing up and down on hydros with the pope riding in the back…perfect. heh heh…then we decided that someone should make pope bobble heads and sell them on the street whenever the pope comes to visit. hey…i’d buy one. the next thing you’ll notice about the room is its domed ceiling (sorry you can’t really see it in the picture). in accordance with the physics of sound, the ceiling was constructed and designed so you can hear the person sitting directly across the table perfectly. kinda cool eh? Chung kept on loudly whispering “kill kill kill now now now.” i rotated the pope so it faced Mahko (who sat across from me) and used my “galacticus” voice to communicate the pope’s threats. heh heh. seriously though, the pope room is a pretty scary concept. perhaps the room is haunted…i bet the pope comes alive, breaks out his glowsticks and starts raving after the restaurant closes. i can see him now…flipping around the kitchen while circular trails of light dance around him…it’s like a dream…a very crunchy dream.

well, just got my yearbook today after school. man is the cover crappy. if you look in the index you’ll see that i make three appearances, two group pictures (with first semester “Asian table” at lunch and chess team) and my name listed under “seniors not pictured:” sad eh? and you know what else is crazy? KTQ made a guest appearance in my yearbook even though she clearly does NOT go to DGS. apparently she was studying physics with people from my school at Barnes & Nobles when one of the yearbook staff snapped a picture of them. the end result? “Katie Quian” (ignorant fools can’t even get her name right) has a place in the 2002 DGS yearbook. fabulous.

i looked up at the ceiling today in the locker room and i counted at least 12 pairs of shoes and about ten combination locks hanging from the various rafters and pipes overhead. only an individual with a neanderthal mind (they spawn in the toilets here at DGS) can be amused by such acts. ugh. what’s even worse is when little froshies try to act cool by climbing on top of the lockers and taking the suspended footwear. only a few more days…

well, yesterday was the big CCMC memorial day hockey tournament. we played hard but we still lost. oops. jumpmonger’s team ended up winning…battling to the last man against “mr. talented” (aka swang) and his team for our home-made replica of the stanley cup. all in all, it was pretty lighthearted even though some people made it a huge deal. i played for about three hours on and off. i took off my skates after my team was eliminated and drove mzuo’s 240sx around. good fun. afterwards i went home to take a shower for a bit before a bunch of us met up at chili’s for dinner. i’m tired, sore and i suck at being goalie.

you know what’s ingenious? the teabags at McDonalds. yeah that’s right…you heard me. teabags. do you know that those teabags are good for only one (1) cup of tea? don’t believe me? order hot tea next time you go to McD’s…try adding more water to the cup after you’re done. surprise! the teabag has no more color or taste to offer the extra water. ingenious. i really wonder how they do that…it’s really a quite clever way to cheat us freeloaders out of a second cup of tea. then again…who really drinks tea anyway? let’s see…those of Asian descent, Brits and old people. am i right? do i hear any objections? no? you know why? because all opposition has been CRUSHED (by yours truly). heh heh, just kidding…anyways back to my point. so the only people who drink tea are Asians, redcoats and the elderly. okay, i can understand wanting to hassle the lobsterbacks (i’d apologize to my British readers, but i don’t have any) and give them a hard time (its payback time. just kidding)…but Asians and old people? c’mon! old people are…well…old. be nice to them you McPunks! and Asians are so cool…don’t we deserve that extra cup of tea for no charge? haven’t you americans screwed us over enough? isn’t it time you started giving something back to us instead of just taking taking taking? it’s only a matter of time before we start boycotting your retarded tea and start bringing our own teabags. watch yourself ronald…watch yourself.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails” - 1 Corinthians 4-8

i really don’t know what to write this time. highschool is winding down fast and i’m ready to get off this freakish amusement park ride. i’ve pretty much had it with this school…so much that it makes me want to go outside and flail my arms while making car engine noises. i’m not sure what it is about DGS that makes it so horrible. maybe it’s the teachers, the students or perhaps the aqua-apes that hide in the pool…surfacing only to throw meticulously carved ivory statuettes at would-be swimmers. but yeah…i hope that this place will improve for the sake of future generations…that the bad teachers will be fired, maimed or both…that the overcrowded student population will dwindle down to “normal” figures…that someone will finally muster up enough courage (and firepower) to face those vicious water-dwelling gibbons. but then again, i can only hope. *sigh*

just saw “Star Wars Episode II” last night. it was good, but not spectacular. the landscapes and CG characters were beautifully rendered but…jarjar lives! noooo! alas, the rumors that he dies (hopefully with much pain and suffering) are false. boooo! the lightsaber fighting is far more dynamic than previously made episodes…probably because the only lightsaber action you saw in episode IV, V and VI was produced by a whiny farmboy, an old geezer and a loud-breathing cyborg. Yoda (who is still chock full of wrinkles and bad grammar) goes totally nuts like you’ve never seen him before. word has it that Samuel L. Jackson actually requested to have a purple lightsaber in the movie. okay, running out of non-plot-revealing things to say.

there are three things that would describe prom: 1) the food was horrible. 2) the DJ sucked 3) i had a blast regardless of the bad food and dumb DJ.
1) first things first…that food was definitely NOT worth the money i dished out for tickets. they had this blob of chicken with broccoli topped with what looked like carrots put through a blender and a “baked potato”. booooooooo! they should allow us to omit the cost of food when we buy tickets and bring our own.
2) man…i wanted to break the DJ’s legs. his transitions consisted of him stopping the song and talking until the next one started up. then during some of the slower songs he started shouting “aww…you guys are so cute!!!” into the microphone. what a complete moron. and to top it all off, he played country music! *ivan takes out metal baseball bat*
3) i had fun. seriously…who cares if the food sucked and we had a demented monkey for a DJ? i felt like i was on top of the world (then i realized that i was merely on top of a chair. i then proceeded to slip and hurt my arm)…i mean c’mon…here i am, a young Chinese guy in a tuxedo driving a BMW with a girl in the passenger seat…wah sai.

heh…anyways, as we was driving around to post-prom activities at 3am, i approached a green light but something was weird…there were three Civics, an Accord, and an Integra stopped at the light. as i drove closer i noticed huge exhausts and realized that they were gonna be doing some illegal street racing. fun! two of the Civics lined up at the line with the remaining Civic, Accord and Integra acting as chase cars. the light had turned red while they lined up their cars and the sounds of screeching tires filled the early morning air when it went back to green. i heard the distinct whistle of a spooling turbo coming from the leading Civic as it shot ahead of its opponent. then later we saw them all pulled over on the side of the street conferring with each other (probably about who gets to keep the tupperware full of turkey leftover from their pot luck) and guess what? they were actually Asian! mm mm…finger lickin’ good.

i saw something on the news yesterday that totally blew my mind (ok well, not really…but it caught my eye even though i wasn’t paying too much attention to the TV). it was this little furry white dog who could climb trees. whoa…never in my life have i seen a dog climb a tree. its owner set up these little doggy treats (yes, i just used the term “doggy treats” someone shoot me) in strategic places on the tree and the camera followed the dog as it climbed and ate, climbed and ate. i tried to find an article about it online that i could link to but had no luck, so sorry. i’ll check again in a few days and see if i can find it. but you know what’s probably going to happen? i’m probably going to forget about the tree-climbing dog the minute i sign on…my mind will go completely blank and i’ll be like “wha…why am i online again?” and then i’ll turn off the computer in a fit of blinding rage and go back to fabricating my ultimate pair of superpants.