I Just Woke Up

I had this weird dream -- It was so vivid and I didn't want to wake up. The only reason I woke up is because my cell phone was blowing up. But anyway...

I was at this Thai food place getting my food, when I saw one of the workers was the mom of one of my friends from elementary school (wtf?). She's like "Hey Arthur I'm a bus driver also, just get into my bus and I can take the food to you and take you home." I'm like "ok".

...I'm a dumbass.



So I'm sitting on the bus and my friend's mom comes on with the food and starts driving the bus around. We driving and driving and finally she says "WE'RE HERE". By this point I'm like eff it I just want to get off this bus. So I step out the bus and she speeds off..

It's not my house. wtf.

So I'm stranded in the middle of nowhere in front of this yellow ass house and I don't know what to do. What would a boss do?

I went inside. hahah

Nobody was home. I went around, ended up in the kitchen and ended up taking 2 caramel and toffee cookies (the dream was vivid i told you) and started dancing because I was so happy. Like this



I left and just started running and running, I looked at the road names, and it was not even close to around my house. Time passes and nightfalls....

By this time I'm getting desperate -- hopping fences and all that. Then Clint Eastwood or some old actor pops up and he's like, "Hey come inside, I can help you". I'm like "ok".

Again I'm a dumbass.

So we talk and shiz and yeah his eyes messed up for some reason. His son and wife come in and what do you know, the wife is the fkn bus driver from before. I was going to be like "bitch where's my phad se ew" and beat some serious ass right then and there I swear, but then I found out that they are actually pretty effed up people -- they torture people until they are on the very brink of death then actually make dolls out of their body parts.

They made dolls out of people that were still alive. Clint Eastwood wow.



I jumped through the window and landed right on top of the fences and started running on top of them like a ninja (I'm a boss) they started chasing me but I'm too fast too furious.

I ended up in this backyard, anddddd some dogs tried to attack me. I kicked the first one square in the face I swear that dog got that sweet chin music. The 2nd dog was just this big ass blue dog and just stood there. I freaking slapped him like 3 times HELLA HARD, and it just stood there. So I fought the 3rd dog, I basically beat its ass like this



I jump the fence into the next yard.

Next yard was like a 2 story house but it was like cut in half -- like you could see the people in it and everything. But yeah there were two lines of people on the 2nd floor wearin freaking basketball practice jerseys or something and they were just falling down face first on the concrete then getting up and doing it again. Somebody said something about "falling training".

Weirdos.

So I'm running and daylight comes -- I find myself in a parking garage and these 3 asian kids were walking and I'm like "yo let me use your phone". Off course since I'm so sexy (no homo) he obliges.

But for some reason I could not dial my home phone for the life of me. You know how you have that memory in your fingers where you don't even have to look at the buttons but you still dial the right number. I kept on doing that and I kept fucking up. The reason why is because his numbers were all in different places.

This dreams weird.

So that's when I woke up to my cell phone.

Damn.

Now I'm just chiewing (chilling)

Happy 21st Hank

For the Horde. You did some funny ass shit hahaha

How I Spent My Saturday

Yesterday I did not watch the Seahawks game. I did not drink any alcohol (sadly). What I did do though is do something crazier than that....

I played video games with 60 other nerds. Hahahaha

The Seahawks lost anyway. ;[

I went to a Smash Bros. Melee tournament on campus, brought my digital cammmmm and had some fun. Check out this video:



Basically there was around 60 people there, and it cost like 15 dollars to play in the tournament. The total pot was like 750 dollars (I know wtf). But yeah... it was just a little chiew (chill) and I had fun.

I lost all my casual games, but that just means I'm just too sexy time for this game hahahah

Some quotables I overheard:

Yeah I should have did the up throw, up air, up air, up air, to forward smash...

Pizza...? Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza *they all congregate to the other room*

What the fuck, shit on my face! (lol for real dawg?? hahah)

After that, I just went to the gym to chisel my rock hard body no homo then I went home and cooked myself some din din.

Take it ez yall ;]

Computer Love

I could talk about my first day of class or what I did today, but I'm an Electrical Engineer -- it's already well known the insane amounts of booty we get. So I'm going to pass on that.

Instead I'm going to talk a little about Computer Love aka AIM conversations aka E-Game. More specifically laughter. Laughter is a great indicator to assess if the person you're trying to get at is really into you. There's many different levels to this.

Let's take a look at 'lol'.

This means they aren't into you.

lol.

Let's use an example:

FrAtBoY4LyFE: There was this one time... blah blah blah drunk blah blah blah with my boys blah blah blah it was pretty much the best thing ever blah blah blah i got so drunk holy shit blah blah blah throw up blah blah blah.
xXTastYDiamonD69Xx:lol

You're done son.


This same thing goes for other low-tier representations of laughing such as "haha" or "hehe". There are some exceptions to this, like 'LOL' is the real deal (I know this from my gf, straight LOLs 100% of the time baby, I'm on point, which also goes on to show I'm a boss). But for the most part, you're not gettin' bunz my dude (she's not interested).


On the complete other side of the spectrum though, we have the additional "h" or "a" to "haha". This is money right here -- if you got a female or male (for the female readers, nohomo for me tho) and she's just straight hahah'ing it or hahaha'ing it, you're good. She's into you. Basically the more 'h' and 'a's you get, the more she likes you. It's a proven fact. (not really, but whatever)

Let's look at an example:

ArthurIsABoss: I went to school today.
YoMoms: hahaha
ArthurIsABoss: I ate a sandwich.
YoMoms: hahahaha
ArthurIsABoss: I'm going to scratch my booty, smell it with one hand, then scratch my balls and smell it with the other at the same time.
YoMoms: hahahaahahahahahahahah wanna come over?

But anyway, this was just something I've noticed and thought about a while back, and a random AIM conversation with my friend brought this up. Now I'm going to cook myself some dinner, nestle by the fire, and read my textbooks.

Schnoz the Nosehair

Last night I was at target with my grrrl pren Muriel.

Everything was going good, we were just walking around before they closed, my legs were so sore and my tummy was filled with err & err's (L&L's) so of course I was content.

Suddenly Muriel starts putting her hands on my face and I'm like, "What the heck [marlon brothers] stoppp it [/marlon brothers], I know my face is beautiful but you don't gotta touch it all the time -- im breaking out!"

(not really)

But yeah she's like hold on you have something on your nose. Turns out it won't move. She's like what the hell, it won't come off. She hands me her reflective cell phone cover (which she thinks is boater, I'm like whatever) and I look at it.

Guess what it was.

It was a uffing nosehair.

What.

The.

Fuk.

Well me and Muriel have been together for almost 2 years now, and nothing like this has ever happened. But we have such a relationship where we fart, burp, do whatever, tickle our feet, collect butterflies. (haha sorry to put you on blast baby) So it's not a big deal.

So I proceed to pluck this beyotch.

Ow.

Turns out this thing is a freaking monster. So I proceed to befriend it, name it, and make it my pet. It's name is Schnoz.

I know its kind of disgusting somewhat, but you know what? That's just the way I am -- I'm very laid back and love to smile and laugh at things, even if they do make me look queer or odd. I don't care.

So now that's out of the way, this is what everybody's been waiting for. PIXXX!!!!






I put a penny for size comparison -- holy shit it's the same diameter.

This just goes to show how much of a boss I am -- even my nose hair is big. You know what that means? Heh Heh Heh... *nudge nudge*

...

Means I have big boogers. What were you thinking HM?? ;]

Well okay I'm going to go lift weights, cya later luv u bai

I love eggs

Ayooooooooo

I love eggs. I love everything about them.

I love how they taste, I love how they look, I love how they smell, I love how they make my big ass steel muscles bigger, I love it. I used to hate them though when I was younger -- I would struggle getting through a Sunday family breakfast without having a gag reflex.

I only like my eggs though. For the most part.

Here's a recent picture of my eggie egerts.



Don't they look beautiful?? hahaha tell me why my eggs look like the continent of Africa, or is it Austrailia.. Ionno shit I was never really good at geography (except the time where my mom made me memorize all the 50 states and their capitals -- I was like 3. Yes I'm asian)

But anyway, yeah I cooked them with grated cheese, parmesan cheese, and much tender loving care. I love ketchup too, I think I had to get second helping of ketchup with this bad boy.

Here's a picture of me before eating.



I look excited huh???? I was, I was. I was wearing my headphones because I ate in front of my computer (again I'm asian, plus I'm a nerd). I was listening to the baby making music of The Dream.. great CD.

But okay I'm done here, I'm a busy man doing busy things.

I'll end this post on an interesting fact/good note: I went doo doo 2 times yesterday in a span of about 45 minutes. Full sized. Halla at me. Am I cool yet??? Sorry if that was too much for yall but wutever bye bye love u.

First post

wsup.

my name is arthur.


im new.

its a new year.

its time to do new things.

this is a new blog.

hi.

to be completely honest, i have no set direction for this blog -- its just going be pure, unadulterated, 100% arthur. whether i post pictures, videos, art, yo moms, ionno shit. but its going to be fun, aiiiiiiiiiiiiight?