Memory Foam ain't got sh*t on me!

Everybody has there little thing that helps them get to sleep -- whether it be a blankie wankie, a teddy weddy, a prostitute, it's whatever! For me, I have a pillow. This pillow is possibly the grossest pillow you could ever lay your head on. There's Arthur sweat and Arthur drool all over it, which could probably make it worth millions. It so bad that when friends come over and sit on my bed or lay on the pillow I feel uncomfortable inside because I know their nose is getting bombarded with the exquisite smells I emanate during my beauty slumber. It's just too much!

Anyway, I take my pillow home to my parent's house for its annual wash (haha). I'm driving back to Bellingham, like around exit 240, and it hit me. I forgot it.



Damnit.

I hate forgetting things. Must be the worst feeling ever for me, besides losing something. So I forgot my pillow.. "so WHAT?" you're saying? Well this is my ONLY pillow. I don't have any other pillow.

Well here I actually have one, here's a picture of it.

If you saying.. 'But Arthur, there's no pillow on that bed', look closer. There's a hoodie on that bed.

I have been sleeping on a hoodie for the past 3 days.

I mean its great you know, it shapes to the delicate contours of my face and pimples and shit, and I wake up with zipper marks all over my face but its all good! I mean you can't get better than that -- Memory Foam ain't got shit on me! You know what this makes me? I'm a manly man. You know what else? Sexy. You know what else? My balls itch.

Here's a picture of my room without my pillow.

Cot damn I miss my pillow. :(

You wouldn't be ballin' even if your name was Spalding

wsuppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp.

I have always played basketball -- ever since I was little I've always been shootin, dribblin my balls (no homo), driving my parents karrazzzzzy even to this day. Let me show you how bossy I am ;]


Wipe me daaaaawnnnnnn pulayaaaaaaa.

My younger brother was filmin'.. I got footage of him no homo but thats for another video. Well I just wanted to keep it short, I still got class today and all that. But alright y'all take it ezzzzz and if you didn't like this post...

hahahahha SUP.

Arthur signin' outttt

OH YEAH... vote on the side survey, i just wanna see where all yall comin from... AIIIHGGGTT?????????? It's the least you can do if you enjoy this shiz I write off the top of my domepiece

I'm So Skinny!

Not really. I've always been a pudgy kid -- when I was little my grandma would give me 2 Crunch bars, a pack of Starburst, and some ice cream EVERYTIME she saw me.

She saw me everyday.

Lollllllll.. here's a picture of me back then, as you can see I've always been fresh and bout my chedder (halla @ me)


Anyway, this past weekend I went home to my parent's house. You know what that means -- I GET FED! Seriously at my place at school I'm eating PB$J sandwiches and like 2 Ritz crackers, that's it. It's great! But seriously I ate some serious food back home... with my GF too (halla).

Saturday we went to Salty's brunch. This place was insane. It's all you can eat, they got like 219084 different types of fish, oysters, clams, crab, eggs, waffles, crepes, seriously any brunch food you could imagine. Cot damn. Here's my first plate...

Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. I put down 2 of these bad boys and some desert. Skinny. The following days I ate so many chicken breasts (i love breast can i halla), so many potatoes, so much meat no homo. Ahhhhhhh.... well my excuse is that I'ma starve when I go back to school anyway so it's like I'm a bear in hibernation you feel me (only females plz, just kiddin baby dont get madd haha)!?!

Random thought about food.. How the hell did humans figure out about milk. I mean, did they just go up to a cow and was like "HEY, look at that things ding dongs! I think I'm going to squeeze them and drink whatever comes out! Who's with me!?" I mean, who's idea was that???! hahahah seriously stuff like that gets me going like this


Take it easy y'all ;]

Arthur signin' outtttttt

How to Get Poppin' on Valentine's Day

Wsup y'all. It's 2:11 AM and I just got home from working on code for 7 hours straight (halla @ me) but I don't give an eff...today is a special day -- it's Valentine's Day cheeeuhhhh



I know some people don't like this holiday because of whatever whatever.. but cheer up because Arthur's on the loveline and I'ma gonna help you out b. This is how you can get it poppin' on Valentine's Day aka sexyyyytimeeeeee aka have her talk in falsetto ooh ooh baby ahhh aaahh eeeee aka Arthur is sexy.

First, you gotta start it off with old school.. bring it back to those elementary school days. Bust this out...

This will get things started for real, show her or him that you ain't playin'. Trust me I got hella hoes from this right here (not really but whatever).

Then you gotta show that you're sensitive, that you're so kew men, that you're the one with that gushy gushy hottie bombo lattie. This will do it...

They won't be able to resist by now... you gotta set the mood with some music. None of that Chris Brown, Bobby Valentino, Jodeci, Barry White stuff. Put this on...

Give her something to show what's on your mind. Give her something from the heart.

Halla @ it.

That's all you gotta do, and you good.



Happy Valentine's everybody... wrap it up b hahah

Smells like Chimmychangas!

Last Saturday I went to the club -- War Room in Seattle with Muriel and her cousin to meet up with some of my old friends. Here's some pika-chars...!




Looks like a good time right? Well yeah for the most part -- but shit that place was crowded like hayyylll as you can see from the first pic. Anyway, we're chillin and Muriel and her cousin Hera goes to get me a drink (lol tanx baby) so I'm sitting down saving their seats with Hera's coat. Soon after, this guy starts slapping my back telling me to get up... I'm 'wtf dawg, wut's goin on??'. Then this smell of rotten Mexican food starts to seep into my nostrils. I stand up and look to my right...

I just got threw up on.

What.

The.

Fk.

The guy on the right of me just threw up on the seat and me. I'm heated. But he was part of the party (my friend Jordan's cousin's friends birthday, kinda have to concentrate on that one hahah), so I'm not going to act up.

So basically I'm like 'wowwwwwww' -- I'm walking around the club with throw up splattered on my ass (i dont know how) and pantleg smelling like a freaking Number 3 from Taco Bell with Fiesta Potatoes. I end up going to the bathroom and wiping myself down (halla @ me) I shortly find Muri and Hera. I say my good byes and we leave the club.

As we're walkin, Muri's like 'baby you know you're going to have to take off those pants when we drive home -- I don't want to gag.' Again, I'm like wowwwwwwwwww. At this point I don't care -- so we get to the car and I take of my pants (wipe me down, sup).

So there I am, sitting shotgun with my girlfriend and her cousin... in my underroos. It felt like all eyes were on me.

Halla.

But hey we went and got hotdogs that was great -- man it was one of the best hotdogs I've had, and I don't even like hotdogs.


You can see my sexy leg in the background -- I really didn't have any pants on. But anyway, we drop Hera off with her own special enchilada smelling jacket and we go back to Muri's house, where she proceded to wash my jeans and sweater (thx baby again ;]) and we just fell alseep.

RANDOM STUFF THAT HAPPENED.
- Hera got my drink spilled on her and down her shirt and was about to smack-a-ho
- Two girls in front of our booth were shoving and about to fight. smack-a-hoes
- People that don't move in the club I wanna just Ric Flair back hand slap them in the throat

GOOD NIGHT!

Bonus -- This is where I learned all my dance moves. Serious.



Take it ez y'all ;]

I Got the Innernets Goin' Nuts

I just my internet back so halla at me.

What's new? I moved out of my condo into a house right across the skoo -- so I can now get up 10 minutes before class, scratch my balls a little bit, then walk across the street and I'm at school already. Like literally I'm like 3 steps away from campus. It's pretty sweet.



But yeah its great, my rooms big, smells good, its sexytime, its arthur babayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I took a video of it...



But yeah I'ma keep it quick -- but hey quick fact about myself... I have this weird thing where I CAN NOT go boo boo if my environment is new. Like literally I don't feel the urge if the place is new.. I swear I didn't go #2 for like 3 days when I was here... it was really really bad ;[

yeah that was pretty random but hey it's my blog so if you don't like it...



hahahah take it ez y'all ;]

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?