I Didn't Know You Knew That I Knew.

I had thought that I needed a fancy camera to capture moments.

Hah! Cellphones = Top gear of the century ^.^

Woke up today utterly confused because my Alarm clock was shouting for me to get up.

"WAKEUP WAKEUP WAKEUP1!!!!!!!!"
"HUAH? WH---WHAAA!?"
*Shoots Alarm Clock In The Face*
*Rubs eyes sleepily with gun-powder stained fingers*
*yawn*
"Oh yea...Graduation rehearsal!"

It wasn't that bad at all; I'm so excited--but only for one thing!:

I get to throw my cap in the air.

"Wow really Kid Will? Why might you be excited about that?"

Because on a Sunday evening in front of my house, Ewa Beach, Hawaii, 2003; 4th Grade little me, threw my hat in the air. Telling myself "When it comes down, it'll be a high school graduating hat." As if in some cheesy movie where a little boy throws his hat into the sky to have it transformed into a falling graduate's cap 8 years later, graduation day.

"...You're really bored huh?"

You don't know the half of it bitch! I would keep yearly checks on myself.

"Is it time yet? Nope...still in sixth grade..."

"I'm in damn 8th grade, I have forever to go..."

"Sophomore summer...HURRY THE FUCK UP!"

"Wow, check out those seniors rehearsing for graduation. Next year it'll be me. I can't wait..."

"Is it time? HOLY SHIT IT'S TOMORROW!!!!"

So fuck yes; I am waiting to throw that god damned hat in the air the hardest and farthest I'll ever throw anything in my life, save perhaps the newborn baby from my future wife should I find out that I am not the legitimate father.

So, today was overall quite adventurous.

I had lunch with some of my fellow seniors after rehearsal and stopped by Barnes and Noble to read some chapters from:


"HOW TO SCULPT YOUR BODY LIKE A MAN"

It was quite interesting actually. Here are some very helpful tips I picked up if you too wish to sculpt your body like a man.

• A cardio workout in the morning, as soon as you wake up burns up to 300% more body fat because your stomach is completely empty and not breaking down shit.
• Overworking your body (usually longer than an hour) has diminishing returns and often eats away from your muscles.
• If you are feeling sore the day after your workout--you should have a recovery workout (the same workout but 50% in weights/quantity) to clean-up the lactose acids in your muscles--preventing you from feeling "stiff"
• Weight training should be held at least one hour AFTER you wakeup due to the fluid buildup in your spinal discs during sleep; giving them an hour to empty out.

"MY GOD KID-WILL! MY MIND IS BLOWN WITH THIS GODLY KNOWLEDGE! HOW CAN I EVER REPAY YOU!?"

Money. And lots of it.

And your first born child.

So anyway, afterward I went to hang out at Cameron's house with Courtney, Stephen, and Megan and we all played COD for about an hour before going out on an adventure.

But wait--Stephen and Megan abruptly decided to leave.

Those rancid sausages.

Wienies. Hassletoffs. PEBBLE THROWING HAMCUTTING FISH SEWING TOE PAINTING GRASS CUTTERS.

So whatevs! It was just Cameron, Courtney, and I.

We went into a sewage tunnel with flashlights--but had to turn back because much to our inconvenience and utter dismay--the other half of the tunnel turned out to be flooded. It smelled like $hIt and by the time we were out, we were covered in cobwebs.

Yep.

"But Will Kid, why would you--"

Don't ask trifle questions bitch!















Afterwards we started to climb trees. It's been forever since I ever remember climbing a tree but it was quite an experience. The rustling of leaves by the high winds, the gentle sway of the tree itself. It felt safe to be up a tree. It felt peaceful. And it felt amazing--that a small creature like myself can climb such an old organism and feel right at home.

Eventually we later explored different parts of Cameron's neighborhood and discovered wild strawberry and blueberry growth and decided to eat them.

It was good.

Eventually, we all parted ways and I ended up in my house. Practicing singing. With stolen youtube videos of people running vocal exercises that I so cleverly ripped and converted into a mixed, coherent mp3 on my ipod.

In other words--I'm a loser.

But heck, I got to step into a man-made shit pipe as well as eat wild berries off of mother nature's arms.

Graduation, here I come.