I felt inclined to write a livejournal post... but I really don't know what to say. Here... I'll just wing it.

I have open 4th now, which is awesome. I'm getting burned out right now and the last thing I need is 4 classes in a day (God forbid, right?). This leaves time for me to go home and... sit there. At least we only have 2 more months left. I can't wait for college.

Now that I'm 18, I want to go hit up a hookah bar. Anyone down? When I get my apartment for UW, I think I'll get a hookah. I think they're so cool. Even if you don't smoke, you still have to appreciate how cool they look.

I think I'm going to start playing the old school pokemon gameboy games. It's all about Red and Blue, none of that Sapphire bullshit. Anyone down? we could duel and trade! I know Austin and Josh will.

We're going to europe.

Also, I'm going to break Carey's legs if he doesn't give me my money. ha.

Tact Tact Tact Tact.

I think I suck at letting people know how I really feel about something. I'm somewhat of a pushover, and am too forgiving.

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, they must be songs you are presently enjoying. Post these instructions in your Live Journal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.
1. "Citronella" by Guild League
2. "I'm a Cuckoo" by Belle & Sebastian
3. "LDN" by Lily Allen
4. "Virtual Insanity" by Jamiroquai
5. "You Are The Light" by Jens Lekman
6. "If I Ever Feel Better" by Phoenix
7. "I'd Rather Dance With You" by Kings of Convenience

I tag everyone. BAHA!

Damn tonight was fun, but one thing just killed me. Damn it.

I stopped by Madame Linder's room after school today to update her on how I'm doing. She has diabetes too, by the way. This whole diabetes thing never really got to me until today. Yeah, it sucks, but what can you do? The moment I woke up on Christmas the doctor told me my diagnosis and all I said was "that sucks", but it never brought me to tears. I was talking to her about blood sugars, diabetes research, and a bunch of shit. Then we talked about how it is genetically linked by 6% when passed down from a parent. I told her that's not too bad, and she said that it's bad enough. She said that she doesn't want to have children because of all the shit she'd have to go through (making 100% sure that her blood sugar levels are good) and that she would never want her child to go through all of this. That really hit me. I see that as one of the major goals in life. Having children is something amazing, and it's a shame if you can't.

That made me really hate this disease. REALLY hate it, I mean.

So this weekend has been hella chill. I didn't really do anything except play video games or hanging out with people which consisted of just sitting around. Oh yeah the knowledge bowl championship was mildly fun. I'm hella glad we didn't go to state.

So I love last.fm. Myspace is waaaack. I've been music digging this weekend too. This weekend's finds are awesome. The Guild League and Aberfeldy are amazing. I like it when I find these extremely obscure indie artists. It also makes me feel like a snob because I think I'm hella tight when I tell people about them. Don't judge me, you know you feel that way too.

I gotta say, today has been one hell of a day.

I realize even more now that there are people who REALLY look after me. I'm still a little unstable, so I'm glad that people are still looking after me. In bio today, my hands were shaking like crazy and I knew my blood sugar was extremely low. Sara asked me if I was alright and she seemed pretty worried. I feel bad that everyone is always worried about me. No biggy, I had some food, then I was fine. Then after school was the same situation. My hands were shaking again and Teresa gave me some candy. Shit's deep like Kelsey Creek. I'm glad I have these kinds of friends.

My Grad Ad is pretty cool. Props to Josh... and Papa Rao for saying sutff in it. I'm on the same page as Westergaard too! Josh and I made the message in his--it's sooo funny.

Soccer is going great. I'll be a bit sad if I don't make Varsity this year. I just want to play, but the fans cheering for you is a nice little bonus. If not, it's not too big of a deal.

I'm so sad that everyone's leaving for midwinter break. I didn't even get to hang out with any of them before they left. Shoot, I don't even get to hang out with the people who are going to leave. I'll use this break to catch up with old friends (Carey, Erin, Matt, Aaron, etc...) and to practice for soccer. I hope you guys all have a great time.

uhhhhhhhhh c-walk

I got in bitches.

Tomio's going to college. The only thing that can top this is getting into Tufts... or a new pancreas.

This weekend was filled with reunions. I haven't hung out with Mathan, Carey, Erin, and Matt in ages. I miss those foos.

So highlights...,
I goated Carey
I ate dinner at Mathan's house

So Josh had the assist for the goat. It was dark and at the park and Josh lured Carey in and BAM! Goat!

Hanging with Mathan was especially tight. All we do is just sit down and talk. We're not particularly worried about going places or wasting the night. Every once in a while, you just gotta sit down and let life catch up.

Lately I've been hella unproductive. For a majority of the week I played video games. I was just like "fuck it, I'm tired of school". It's all about playing FIFA 07 because it's the most addictive game ever. I may be paying for it today, but you do what you gotta do. Sometimes you just need to relax and relieve some stress.

So I was in the hospital... again. 4th time in the past month. I think I'm staying out this time. They gave me Oxycodone (pain killers!). I'm taking so much medicine just so I could eat. For once in the past week, I can eat normally without pain!

When did normal literature become so remedial?

Having Ms. Morford's lit class is like having Mephistopheles give you a hand job with his hellfire claws. Yes, it is that bad. The current banes of my existence (frequently said by Mr. Rose himself) are Chris Pigeon, Nick Wallz, and Morford. This class has it all--from a teacher who cannot keep track of assignments to the duo who should be sterilized.

Why should I work so hard to drop a masterpiece of an essay when some other idiot in the class can work a mere hour and get a grade that isn't much lower than mine? In 5 minutes I can drop a turd that will have more style and content than the any of their essays. Seriously, I work for maybe 5 hours total on my essay and receive an A, while some dumbass works for an hour to write a less-than-mediocre essay and gets a B+. How about this... I get an A, and they get C's? I don't mind if people don't understand things, or if they can't write as well as others, but there's no need to be ignorant about it... like Chris and Nick.

"Tomio, you don't belong in this class" - Morford
No I don't, but I thought I did back in Junior year. Normal literature classes are not supposed to be remedial. It's still supposed to somewhat prepare you for college. I can honestly say that the only 2 things I've learned this year is that anything titled "Bless Me, Ultima." and "Student Pages" should never be opened.

Because of this class...
I have grown more disdainful to humanity.
I hate pseudo-lit-teachers.
I hate Denzel Washington.
I have grown more stoopider.
I realize I can have a better conversation with my feces.
I have grown more arrogant because, in that class, I am always right.
I fear the future because these students could very well be the leaders of society. Who am I kidding? No, they can't.
I value a clean room.

I'm sure Austin can agree with me on this.

Mesmerized, smoke dissipates in the air.

man, skipping 4th is tight.






deez nuts.

My hospital days are starting to wind down. I'm close to getting out of here, they took me off of IV today so that's a good sign. It's been hard for everyone but I'd just like to thank...

Sara, Mai, Martina, Apurva, Jessica, Erin, Matt, and Austin for the cards, poster, and DVDs.

Daya, Jay, and Josh (The Rao's) for the cards, Bruce Lee book, and the diabetic chocolate.

Mathan, his pop, and Minh for the books and chocolate (too bad I can't eat it) and the sweet pink socks!

Molly and her Mum for sneaking me in food, magazines, movies, and a DVD player. Oh yeah and seasoning for the nasty ass hospital food.

Kate and Kayla for their unexpected visit and weirdo turkey friend.

Joane and AJ for trying to visit me.

Aaron Yagi for bringing me food from Jamba and hanging out with me.

Carey for putting the salad Molly bought me in his refrigerator so I could pick it up today. Carey's step Mum, Gina, for talking to me on the phone.

My family for just being there.

I love all you guys. All it takes is one quick glance at the cards to cheer me up. They remind me of all the good friends I have and how lucky I am. I don't know how I can repay all of you guys. This near-death experience thing would have been way harder if I didn't have these people to return to.

peace, peace, and that's my piece.

I don't know how to feel about this break. For the most part, it's been great, but this is no way to spend the last Christmas, and the last 5 days of your break. On Christmas eve, I came into Overlake not having eaten that day and everytime I tried to drink or eat anything, I throw it up about 10 minutes later. I was diagnosed with the stomach flu (Misdiagnosed) and was sent home to drink "Gatorade". What kind of prescription is a sip of gatorade every 10 minutes. I went home listening to what he had to say and I tried to go to bed. It was 5 AM when I kicked open my door and busted through the bathroom hurling blood. My brother picked me up and my mom rushed me to Overlake. There isn't much I remember after that, except for the fact that I tried to kill guy nurse.

I came in the hospital with a blood sugar level of 1200. People are suppose to have a level of 80-100. It gets dangerous at about 400. Because of that doctor, I almost died. The only reason I'm alive now is because I'm young and my body resisted a coma long enough for them to flush that shit out of my body.

Bottom line: I have diabetes. No one knows why, or how. No one else is my family has it. Life is no doubt going to be different... As long as I can eat Chipotle and Jimmy John's I'm good.

I'm still in the Intensive Care Unit and I will be moving out tommorow. I just want my life back, that's all. Today, Mai, Jessica, Erin, Matt, Martina and Apurva visited me. There was a party up in the intensive care unit. You know how we do. After they left, the Rao's came. They explained a lot of shit to me, and pop said he'd make me food. Josh also gave me my present. It's called Striking Thoughts by Bruce Lee. It'll get me through this diabetic life. Thanks guys.

I got sent home from work early because i had to leave the line to go throw up in the bathroom. When I got home, anything I tried to eat wouldn;t stay, so I kept throwing up. I counted... it rallied up to 24 times when I started throwing up blood. It rallied to 27 times before they hooked me up to to IV. It rallied up to 30 before I got out of the hospital. I stayed at the hospital from 11PM to 3AM in the ER room because my hands and feet were completely numb. My body couldn't take water through the mouth so they had to do it through the veins. I was diagnosed with Gastroenteritis.

Merry fucking Christmas, I can't even eat today - I didn't yesterday.

I'm sick. I've gotten past the "I'm sick, but I don't feel sick" denial phase. Sound familiar? My name is Josh Rao. Man, Ibuprofen is one awesome placebo.

I'm almost done with all my college applications. I'm done with Tufts, and only one essay for Cornell left. It's pretty stupid, I must say. Pretty hard to write about. I think I'm going to talk about my amazement in genetic engineering and how it was feuled by my interest in the X-men. Yeah, the real X-men. Not the bukkake loving X-men in the movie. Man, those guys love bukkake.

If you don't know what bukkake is... here is the urbandictionary definition.

Bukkake occurs when a group of men, perhaps 50 or more, manually stimulate themselves to climax and proceed to squirt warm ectoplasm onto the face, hair, body, or into the eyeballs, ears or mouth of a waiting and willing female. The female will sometimes decide to swallow the creamy ejaculate and utilize the energy and protein it provides to rejuvenate her and allow her to heartily receive two further litres of semen onto her now apparently yogurt and glue covered visage. Bukkake originated in Japan, but is now widely practised throughout the world.

Note to self: Japanese people are weird.
Note to readers: I don't if I can trust UD when it said Japanese people created bukkake.

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It was about 5:30 PM when I dropped an orange onto the ground.

"It's alright, we can just wash it again in the citrus wash," I said.

"We can't do that, the detergent is a basic solution," Sean said.

"Wait, the citrus wash is basic?" I asked condescendingly.

"Yes, because only bases can dissolve organic material." Sean continued to pretend to know what he was talking about.



Ummm what the hell is Citric Hydroxide? Now, I may be using a lot of chemistry terms that no one knows, but when was the last time you guys heard the name Citric Hydroxide? Exactly. Now, I know there's Citric Acid, because, well, those are in oranges and lemons. Plus, if it was basic, it'd be neutralizing the orange. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU NEUTRALIZE AN ORANGE!? That defeats the whole purpose of eating an orange. That's like giving yourself an erectile dysfunction. Eating that neutralized orange would be like having an erectile dysfunction while being one of the Japanese guys performing bukkake on a protein hungry girl.

So this is all coming back to me haha

These past 3 days have been hella crazy, and not because of the power outtages.

I went shopping with mathan in tulalip (the best mall).

I slept over at Rao's house with Carey. I definitely don't hang with these guys too much anymore. They've got priorities and shit. We made a very disproportionate amount of black tea, so Jrao and I pulled all nighters. We talked about pirates and their correlation to global warming.

I hung out with Gayzelmann and Hillary. We called Austin after work and he was like "yo duuuuudes come down to Samena to pick me up". We arrived and to my dismay, I saw that familiar black jeep cherokee. It was none other than Mai, Sara, and Apurva. We Hit up starbucks and crossroads park.

So it's been a blast. I am a little ticked that we don't have school because I have 2 AP classes that follow strict schedules, but whatever, I was starting to burn out. Im looking forward to the snowboarding and spontaneous hangouts over the break.

Chipotle today was fun.

I took hella Ibuprofen so my teeth would stop hurting.

I finished my Tufts essays.

BYAAAAH!!!!!!!!!


peep that shit, got deep and it was on,
number one song after numberone song.