Spring Break Part 1

So far my spring break has been bad ass.  Don't have a single complaint.  My homies in Japan get to play a giant game of hide and go seek with their families, Charlie Sheen is getting some things off his chest, and my dog fell in the pool... and stayed there for like 3 hours.  LET'S BE HONEST! Whoever photoshopped a godzilla into the pictures of all this japanese destruction is GENIUS! That's funny. If you don't think that's funny, then I'm sorry you have morals or something stupid like that.  Shit happens, that's life.  They get earthquakes and tsunamis, I get humidity and fast talking houston rappers.  Everyone suffers.  I'm just scared this is going to set back the drop date for the next Nintendo release. I hear the new DS has a 3D screen WITH NO GLASSES!?!   As long as those snow monkeys that live in the mountains and swim in the hot springs are fine, Japan can sink.  They've already brought Sushi and Pokemon to America, so I'm fine with not having anymore Hello Kitty backpacks around.  

As for Charlie Sheen... why is everyone so mad?! He's a mastermind.  He faked one crazy interview, the media went crazy for it, NOW he's in a 10 million dollar lawsuit over the money he's losing from not getting to finish two and a half men?! He wins. Everyone else loses.  Sorry you all thought for a second he was going to stay sane forever. He is the epitome of what every high school white kid with a "Free Weezy" shirt wishes he was. Charlie Sheen gets PAID to Fuck Bitches, Get Money.  You'd do some crazy shit like that too if you're little brother got to play coach Bombay on The Mighty Ducks and all you got to do was kill yourself in the first 3 minutes of Scary Movie 3. 

I'm getting tattooed tomorrow night, VERY stoked on finally progressing with this side piece.  Strangely enough I've been confronted with a lot of tattoo talk lately.  I just want everyone to know that you don't need some deep meaning to get a tattoo.  Stop worrying about it, and STOP asking what mine mean.  It's a bear on my chest (looks like a wolf, got that).  If you must know, my mother is a Kodak Bear.  That's why I'm so good at fishing with my hands and I freak out when I see a Charmin Ultra Soft commercial.  And if anyone tries to tell you "nah, didn't hurt at all, I'm not a pussy" Tell them Zach Chad bets them they cry when their parents die, so yeah... they're a pussy.  TATTOOS HURT! Stop trying to be tough just so you can see what's under some high school chick's target bra.  They all hurt, they all suck. I can't explain why their fun to get, they just are.  

The show FC played was a blast the other night. So much love from everyone, it was amazing. I even got a CD from another blog reader.  

Natalie Garcia - Thank you for finding me at the show and giving me the CD. You're note was sweet and I truely appreciate you supporting my shitty band. As for your mix, IT'S GREATT!!! Seriously, you had an amazing lineup on there. Great bands, all great songs, and once Driver F came on I realized you're a bomb ass chick.  SIDENOTE: This is the second CD that I've gotten with Bodybag by Hit The Lights on it. I've never listened to this band but that song is now forever stuck in my head. 

Lastly, I went to the beach today. Check my photos on facebook for the in depth fun, but all you need to know is my smooth talking with the shore girl got me this sweet custom printed shirt:

I'm Jesus... Come at me bro.