The Ever-changing Shlong Beach
Things have changed so much since that one fateful Summer of 2007 when James and I found this little complex and made it our home. Through this last year and a half, much has changed. The line-up is constantly growing, diminishing, and changing. Month to month, nothing ever seems the same. It seems that I am the only original member of Team Long Beach. Things are always changing.. but I will never forget the time spent with the ones who left. These things may sound very homo... but the thing is... roommates have a special bond. Its different.
James (Aug. '07-Dec '08)
I sat next to James during physiology senior year. In that class is where I decided my future. I had a choice between SDSU or CSULB. It was a close race until I found out that James got into Long Beach. LB provided two things for me. One, it allowed me to start my own dynasty, my own mark. You see, my sister attended SDSU. Second, since James was going to LB, it gave me a friend in the land of Snoop Dogg and Sublime. (oh god, I'm glad I never considered going to Riverside! Im not saying that its a bad school, but that would have been very awkward... and a very aweful decision) After a long hot Summer of apartment hunting, we found a nice cozy place on 4625 Bellflower. We slept on the floor the first night and at the end of the first week of school, our friends helped us move into our new home away from home. I remember the first dinner we had at the apartment. It was hot pockets we slightly burned. After we finished that horrible meal, we both thought the same exact thing- college is going to suck. That was the last time we had a meal like that... well... this other night we had meatless spaghetti and trust me-Don't ever ever eat food without meat. its TERRIBLE! We would have nightly dinners at the table which was weird for me because at home I ate in my room. I know, very very homo, but cool. We would have occasional visitors and thats when we learned to say Itadakimas before eating. James was an interesting roommate. I remember that I would always have to be on the look out because while I played games on the computer, he would always sneak up behind me to try to scare me. It was ridiculous. Some days he would slowly crawl and some days he would hide under a blanket. I would turn around and see him and yell "i see you fatass!" ,but he would just lie still pretending I didnt see him. October 2007 was a rough time for me and James help me through that. He even agreed to join my rampage against Sid. Haha. In our apartment, we had twin beds positioned on each side of the room. We would always try our hardest to sleep before the other person. You see, in our group, James and I snored the loudest. When we werent doing that, we just talked. I also remember the times when we use to webcam with our friends and we would double team them by showing a Long Beach style mooning. In our one bedroom apartment, we had a lot of plans. I always told him about my idea of the putting pictures of people who pooed in our restroom up in the restroom, of using these rubber corner things I found off the package of the fridge as coasters, of making a video newsletter of our lives called "living with a giant." I always liked showing him my stories and writings because he liked them. He was the first person to see "Cue the Sun." I even gave him a role in the terrible revised version where all he did was rub his tummy and say he was hungry. Things were always quiet at the apartment ,but I thought it was nice. This is where we came up with the idea of Slutfest 2008 which by the way was an epic failure. Good Times.
Wilson (Nov. '07-May '08)
Since Wilson moved in while we were still settling into the apartment, I consider him an original member. I really enjoyed living with Wilson. Of all the years I've known him, I felt closest to him when he was my roommate. He and his sister were suppose to move into the apartment next to us ,but something happened and he needed a place to stay. Of course we welcomed him with open arms. While James and I had beds in the room, for the entire time we lived in that one bedroom, Wilson slept on the futon. When Wilson moved in, we would double team James with fat jokes or James and I would attack him with gnome jokes. Most of my memories of Wilson involves him on that futon. When he didnt have to leave the house, he wouldnt get off that dang thing. He would just sit there with his laptop in a pair of pajamas eating cereal. Kix! Kix are for Kids! No pun intended. I do no know why, but wilson always had Kix. He always brought home a box of Kix. Sometimes he slept with the box. Its funny, when he was asleep, I would eat all his Kix and then grab some and sprinkle it all over him ,so when he woke up he thought that he ate it in his sleep. HA! This wouldnt be that unusual because Wilson has some weird sleeping habits. He would sleep talk and sometimes he just sat up and mumbled stuff. I think he was fighting one time because he started kicking. In the first few months he lived with us, Brian would come over and we would go to Morongo. I swear, in that time Wilson lived with us, we went to Morongo like 20 times. The thing that I remember most is this one night when Wilson got in a fight with P******* and I was trying to comfort him. We just sat in the living room for hours drinking beer. Well, I drank only one, but still it interesting. We just talked. Things werent the same when the Frat stuff started . There would be a string of days where I didnt see him. He slept a lot during those times, but I cant blame him. Eventually, the commute to Fullerton was killing him, so.... yea. Kix! good times.
Mike (Sep. '08-Jan '09)
Mike was awesome. When we moved into our two bedroom apartment, Mike really liked how it so he moved in. During the time I lived with him, we became good friends. For some reason, we went to go eat at Westminster like 3 times a week. It was really good. Also on a side note, he hooked it up on Vans stuff. haha. Mike was funny because he loved to come up on things. He just loved coming up. (too tired to finish)
Now Shlong Beach is made up of Me, Vietnamse guy Brian, Mohei YamaGAyguy, and Pothead Joe. Things are ever changing.
Are we Dancers?
Sooo... I went clubbing last week and it reinforced a notion that I have known for quite awhile now. I am entirely too goofy for clubs and I am a pussy. I don't have it in me to see a girl and shimmy my way over to her and just start boogieing down. I'm just too awkward for that. Any date I had from my high school dances would reinforce several points.
1. I am a terrible dancer. As like my other cousins, I am not musically inclined...at all.
2. I am a goof ball. I like to make up stupid dances and just act silly.
3.That poke wasn't just my belt. sorry...
4.I am a terrible dancer. I just thrust.
5.The mixture of 3 and 4 is a bad combination. seriously sorry.
6.I am a goofball.
Don't get me wrong though,I have not been discouraged from going out to clubs and stuff but next time, we definitely need to bring a group of girls. I'm just...terrible. Honestly, I will never meet a girl at a club or party because of the informality of it. I cant picture myself saying stuff like "whaatttttttttts up girl" and "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam you fine."
School & Routine
I am taking four English classes this semester. I really cant fuck up now that I am in my core classes. 2 more years of school. That's my goal and I think I can do it. I just need to buckle down and get shit done. I slacked off way too much last semester ,so i made it my goal to work my but off. The weeks have become almost routine for me now. Things are so predictable and so bland. Everyday I wake up and arrive to my first class about ten minutes late, sit through 3 hours of school, go home, mess around on the computer, take a nap, wake up, read my mountains of pages, go to sleep, and repeat the steps the next day. school sucks.
