High Five from Hell.

I've finally enrolled in all of my fine dandy college classes--and am READY FOR COLLEGE!  WOOOT!

Yes, I didn't have this attitude until yesterday when my schedule turned out to be the shittiest schedule on the face of this planet (but I've fixed it so no biggy!)

Shittiest on the planet eh Kid?

Yes 'ndeed.  My schedule consisted of commuting every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday to UCR with gaps as long as SEVEN HOURS between my classes.  (I.E a lecture at 8am and then another lecture at 5pm).  The odd thing is--I'm only taking 3 classes this quarter.  (UCR runs on a quarter system, unlike high school being a semester system.  Thus, it will be my schedule for the next 10 weeks or so--and then I have those credits!  So basically college crams what you learn in a semester into half the time.) 

But I've changed it to a nice neat schedule of only MWF.

The only lame thing is that only the shittiest classes were left for me to choose because I chose a late date for orientation.  It was the 9th orientation they had--so you bet I got the some of the shittiest of the shittiest.  So I'm taking:

1. Intro To Acting
2. Exploring the Universe
3. British Literature

...your taking Brit Literature?   ...wtf?

Yes 'ndeed.  It's going to be LAME.  But then again--I suppose I just might be able to gather some interest into it after all.  I do have a bit of English in my blood.

I didn't know slanty eyed kids like you could be white Kid Will.

But YOU'RE WRONG mother FKER!  Welcome to the year 2010--where everyone is a mix of everyone.  That's right.  Sex has no boundaries bitches.

 So I might as well tell you what I am because you and I happen to be very close.  After all, it IS my voice inside your head for the duration of you reading my blog--and that's a pretty intimate thing.  Being inside your head and all.  Heheh.   HOOOHAH  LALALALLAALALA!  Am I Annoying You?

So!  This is a fairly accurate (to my knowledge) estimation of my ethnicities:

• 25%         Japanese
• 25%         Filipino

• 20%         Hawaiian

• 6%           English
• 6%          German
• 6%           French
• 6%           Irish
• 3%           Spanish 

• 3%          Other

Yes, one of my great grandfathers was 75% hawaiian, 25% something else--that of which my own father is unaware of.  So that means I could be something else...perhaps black.  Perhaps Norwegian.  Or maybe part Arctic Wolf.  Who knows.  The point is--I'm a mutt.

Can you imagine the awesomeness if I held a gigantic family get-together from all sides of my family?  The food would be fking worldly.

I suppose I'm not angry that I am a mutt of races.  In fact, I feel a sense of pride that I came into existence through an interesting route of chance and diverse backgrounds.

     Think about it--I could be related to Adelaide, the French peasant, son of Algernon from the 18th century.  I'm definitely related to a Spanish immigrant who sailed all the way to the Philippines during the time it was conquered (My Filipino grandma is a little Spanish due to her ancestor's obvious intercourse with a Spanish immigrant).  I could be related to Helga, the German mountain Nazi, strongest of her farm with Golden hair that could outshine the North Star.   I could be related to an ancient Samurai of Hayashimi, or even better--a commoner who's father was slaughtered by a samurai due to his treasonous act of looking him in the eye!  Perhaps I could trace my bloodline to Jack The Ripper from England, an Irish drunken bastard, a Spanish rapist, a Filipino dog catcher, a Hawaiian spear craftsman, or an Arctic Wolf! 

Wouldn't you like to just see a little glimpse of some of your ancestors?  All the way back in time--who have no fucking clue that somewhere along the line, after years and years...you will be born.  That their descendant will live in a grand place called The United States of America--that which didn't even exist back then!  (Well, as far as they would be concerned--the New World that belonged to the natives).  Think about how different things would have turned out, had they not met their spouse--all the bloodline would have changed, and you wouldn't exist.  What if I traveled back in time and had my great great great great great great great grandfather Garrick of Britain, trip on a stick--averting his meeting with the woman he was destined to marry and thus start a family with?  Their children wouldn't have been born, whose children's children wouldn't have been born--and thus a whole set of circumstances wouldn't have eventually led to the meeting of my mother's existence (and her meeting of my father alone) and thus my existence. 

Now think about 3,000 years from now.  A child will be born, and amidst the complex branches of bloodlines, you will be traced to have been their ancestor.  You brought on their existence.  They wont know who you are.  They wont know that you even existed.  Do they care?  Well I think I care about my ancestors.  But I suppose I'll never know about the man who grew up in Liverpool hundreds of years ago.  Or about the girl who fell in love on the islands of Hawaii far before it was taken as a U.S state.  Or about the hardships my Japanese ancestors faced in the fields, nor how funny of a Great(x12) Grandfather I had whom existed somewhere else in Europe while my other ancestors were busy with their own lives in other parts of the world. 

It's all connected.  And they couldn't have known shit how far their blood would reach.

How could they have known their very figment of existence would spew out from these fingers, onto this keyboard--electronically embedded on an internet blog?  They're mentioned, unknown--but acknowledged nonetheless. 


Could they have known that somewhere in the time mess, their blood would be in the veins of this boy, a troubled dreamer in a southern town, working at a frozen yogurt shop and on his way to saving for a Canon 5d Mark II camera to help him achieve his vision of becoming a filmmaker one day? 

They couldn't have known.
And I'll never know their names.

 But we're connected.
And underneath it all,
that is what matters.


We're all connected whether you know how or not.