I Want This

FHA Limits by FHA.com

I want an FHA 4 plex as my first purchase in real estate.

That is all



Things to do before school

1. Take my car in to be serviced

- it has been due for quite some time. I need to get everything tuned up to make sure it all is up to speed when i get back into the busy school week.

2. Clean my car out

- I cannot believe i haven't cleaned it since I moved out of my place a month ago. That about defines procrastination

3. Sell my wheels and get my car more stock

- With the wheel setup now, I'm constantly stared down by every cop and looked at by every driver on the road. It's pretty flashy and sporty but most of all the setup is low as fuck. I'm talking not being able to put your finger in between the tire and wheel well low. So low speed bumps take me a significant amount of time low.

4. Pick out some furniture

- My place is going to be costly any way you look at it. I hate that. I hate spending money that isn't mine. I hate not being self sufficient. I hate not having a home base that is my domain apart from anyone else in the world.

5. Continue to get lean

- I cheated for a week and gained some lbs. Time to whip my ass into shape to get ready for fighting and girls

6. Go to six Flags

-These tickets need using. I have 2 that are sitting waiting to be used

Just checking in mostly



Some Movie Recs

Hey all,

So in the recent weeks I've seen more movies than I can remember. I'm a near expert on sifting through bullshit for movies and analyzing them from a real perspective.

- Public Enemies:

Not that great. I was really disappointed. Depp missed the mark with his character which further solidifies my theory that he kills it at strange characters but the more normal the character, the harder it is to take him seriously. Dillinger's story is golden. It's unfortunate that it was butchered.

- Funny People:

I wanted to not see this movie so badly and let the mystery be my only knowledge of it. Unfortunately I was correct in assuming the idea of following around a successful fake comedian would sound better than it would be. The acting is above average. The story is terrible. In the first half I laughed constantly but by the end I walked out feeling like shit, especially with an ending that does not even attempt to give resolution.

- Valkyrie:

As much of a weirdo as Tom Cruise is, I have always liked his acting. He has a strong and dominant personality in real life that is perfect for main character male roles. Obviously the plot was limited to the historical story it was loosely based on but the suspense was still high and to see how primitively governments were run 50 years ago was interesting. Overall I really enjoyed it.

- Bruno:

Honestly, the level of gayness is so high in this movie I was uncomfortable. I have spent time with countless gay people, been friends with several, support whatever gay rights people desire (as long as we're talking equal and not greater like in the case of affirmative action), but this movie still was so unbelievably gay that it shocked me. I honestly did not know you could put a 5 minute scene of just a cock and get an R rating....
That said I thought it was hilarious. As shocked and appalled as I was, I think Sacha Cohen is a genius and could not get enough of people's reactions to his character. I have a lot of respect for the amount of danger and dedication he put into this movie but now I have to wonder; What is next? What could he possibly do that could top the last two? I mean we're talking about at one point saying to a terrorist that his leader looks like a homeless santa.... I can't wait for the next one


Loved and hated this movie. Muhammad Ali is a hero of mine and I reread quotes of his on a regular basis to motivate me. His story is inspirational and it is the perfect tale of a winner. That said, he is kind of a prick. The movie captures only part of that and skews it to make it look like he was always like that. Only those around him can attest to what he's like in private but many of his later interviews give the listener a deeper view of Ali that paints a different picture than that portrayed in the movie. I loved it for its illustration of the multiple things he went through and in what sequence but hated it for his portrayal and weak boxing scenes.




Wow the girls in downtown fullerton are killer. With close to zero effort i opened about 5 different girls. I'm positive that with a little motivation (aka no fucking twice today) i could've pulled back to my boy's house with a chick that was at least an 8. I'm gonna further explore these options by the end of summer. My buddy's both had to get up for work so instead we focused on drug doing instead of chick pulling. My game is geared toward pushing myself out of my comfort zone so i'm sure I will pull a chick or two back in the next month (the end of summer). I can't wait. And the best part is many of the chicks giving me eye contact were asian, and any person that knows me well knows i have yellow fever.
p.s. I'm heading to dinner tomorrow with all my old buddies from high school. I wang to fuck my ex best friend but I guess we'll see what options make themselves available. I was working some game on a girl i hooked up with a loooong time ago and she seemed pretty receptive (especially since she's had a long term relationship). I want to dick her to make up for the chance i had but passed up.

p.p.s. My ex gf is planning on being in playboy in the next month or so. I'll keep you fools updated



Random Reflection

In a lot of ways I'm back where I started in college. The difference is the experiences I've had in between had made me a much more respectable person. I plan on living by myself the next year and honestly cannot wait. It definitely has occurred to me the whole loneliness aspect but I realized that my problem is not a fear of being alone, but rather a "fear of missing out", or FoMo. When I look at my friends situation, I realize that I have distanced myself (both on purpose and inadvertently) through my actions over the course of the last year or so. Despite this situation, I made a promise to myself to focus on success my last two years of college with friends being a bonus time passer and not vice versa. I'm in college with a goal in mind of learning what I can and acknowledging my fear of being left out of other people's lives has forced me to reevaluate the lives of my friends. They are fucking losers. No direction, can't be trusted, shady, drug addicted, motivation lacking. Strangely I still feel compelled to spend time with these people. I have torched those bridges to the ground and have emerged strong and happy in the midtst of it all.

Some random Muhammad Ali quotes that have spoken to me a lot lately:

"I'm not the greatest; I'm the double greatest. Not only do I knock 'em out, I pick the round"

"It's the repetition of affirmations that leads to belief. And once that belief becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen"

the affirmations I have been repeating are:"I am the greatest, I am the smartest, I work the Hardest".



New Goals

New Goals list for the summer:

-by the end of July i will have a six pack. I'm pretty shredded now and i've been taking lifting pretty seriously the last month or so. Either way I want to look back and be able to say there was a time when i had six pack abs, especially in the midst of the obesity situation.

-by the end of summer i will have started a company. I have many ideas in the shoot. Several I want to try and license, others i want to market myself. If i fail miserably I'm not that worried.

here's an amazing quote by the founder of IBM: "You want to know the fastest route to success? Double your rate of failure"
That's exactly what i plan to do

- finish the fine points of my real estate license by the end of summer. I've lagged a bit but the good news is the worst that can happen is have it suspended until I take one dismal online class.

Thats it for now.


PS. I got a ticket yesterday for use of my cell phone while driving. I don't remember the officer's name offhand but he can suck my dick. Thanks


Why I hate Alcohol- Part 1

Is it because it makes my dick not work in high doses?

The Hangover?
- That's less than pleasant but I have a tried and true remedy at this juncture.

Makes you fat?
- Only if you drink beer regularly, exercise rarely and have a poor diet. I'm sure 2/3 would be enough though

*THE #1 reason I hate drinking is because of alcohol's effect on sleep. I sit here wide awake at 6 in the morning after passing out, only to be woken 2.5 hours later.
- The reason? I'm no doctor so this is all conjecture but I believe that my high metabolism is even higher when it comes to booze. I have literally had many blackout, shithouse crazy, piss in the pool nights where I have woken up 3 hours later completely sober and completely hungover. What makes this scenario worse is that I have terrible hangovers that take a supplement regiment to cure.

There is a silver lining though. When I'm at the bar with friends all it really takes is a red bull and a couple drinkless games of pool for me to back in sober condition.

Enough about that.

My ex-girlfriend's ex-roommate (Who I've been wanting to do dirty things to for quite some time) texted me today out of the blue to inform me of the sex dream she had with me. I have heard many reports that she is a notorious cock tease but then again we have had sex at the same time in different rooms with people we just met. So whatever that means. I think with the perfect calibration of "this is what I want" and "it can be our secret", this might turn into a sexy ordeal.

- Faceless


6 months off

Wow. I promised to post every day for the new year i believe. That plan went to shit and I almost forgot about the blog completely. Let me catch you up to speed...

In the last 6 months I developed a drug addiction, dealt with a bipolar serious relationship, finished a year of school while adding a major, figured out a little more what i want to do with my life, found an amazing diet and exercise plan, partied a lot and went through the worst opiate induced withdrawals imaginable.

Where does that leave me now?
- I'm not sure what other worldly indulging is out there other than what i've done. I'm sure there are some but living everything from a DJ, drug dealer, drug addict, partyanimal, model fucker, etc I would consider myself well adjusted to the shallower side of things.
- Where that leaves me now is literally back at square one. Full circle. I'm back to being focused on life success and doing things to build a lifestyle of wealth, flexibility and true experiences.
- I'm currently narrowing down my list of internet businesses in which i want to enter and plan on capitalizing on a basic system
- I want to write part time (part of the reason this blog is so important). To do this I'm going to make a real effort to post often to flex my writing skills
- I want to bust my ass and graduate with a double major while maintaining good grades. B's or better. 3.5 if all goes to plan

that's it for now. I'll keep you updated on my progress


Tanning Beds are for Bitches

I'm peeling like I have a rare skin disease. Literally skin is peeling off. Like inch long pieces.

I can't believe I was persuaded to go tanning. The girl I went with is a beautiful natural looking girl. Could be a model if she had that personality type. Dark hair, dark eyes, bright pink lips, and a very fair complexion. I'm tan and get dark easily so when she set her bed for 21 minutes I thought 30 would be fine for myself. 8 days later I'm peeling skin off of my ass and my bed looks like Hannibal lectar's beat off sanctuary....

On a lighter note, I'm going to try and fuck my hair stylist and try to refuck my old one as well. I shot her a text and the buying temperature is golden.

... She actually just sent me a text... Maybe I'll have a sex report tomorrow



Waste of a Day

Wow, sleeping through an alarm and missing and appointment has never felt so good. Luckily it was just a haircut. Hopefully my sexy stylist can get over it.

Another ridiculous dream. I was back in high school and walked past two fat, ugly, black haired slobs playing dungeons and dragons and asked if being a fat ass gives +2 defense. They got up and talked some shit and the next second I was boxing some kid I used to make fun of in junior high.... I'm just glad my dreams progressed past the claustrophobic level....

In case you're interested, the dream signs would be: 1. The random cameo of some Jr high asshole. 2. the ridiculousness of the situation. 3. The fact that any Dungeons and dragons weirdo would ever pick a fight not involving a game controller or cards

... a more intellectual post tomorrow, I promise



I've been kicking around the idea of a particular theme of a book I would love to write sometime in the future. It centers around the two polarities of human existence and the journey taken to tap into both.

For now I'm gonna go to bed early to make up for watching today's sunrise sleepless

- Faceless


The Dreamworld

Lucid dreaming: "being aware you are dreaming while dreaming."

This topic is one I experimented with in depth for a long period of time. I kept a daily dream journal, recognized my dream signs, and achieved a state while dreaming where I could mold the dreamworld however I saw fit. Since then I slowly fell out of the lucid dreaming habit but would like to think I maintain an above average amount of control over my dreams resulting in a very small amount of unpleasant ones. Last night was the first time I have felt completely out of control in my dreams in a very long time.

The first dream began in an asian country's airport where I apparently was trying to smuggle something with two other men. While the details are a bit hazey now, I do recall that the item was simply a sleeping bag. When something went wrong, I tried to salvage the situation but the other two men lost their shit and gave away our plan. I was grabbed by three airport officers instantly and the dream blacked out.

When I awoke, I was in a cell with no windows, doors or any other opening other than a small metal toilet in one corner. The walls were white tile and I looked around while laying on my back. The dimensions of the cell looked about 7x8 but the catch was the cell was only about 4 ft tall resulting in a constant state of crouching, even while on my knees. I spent days in this cell without food or even a single contact from my detainers or any idea how long I would be there. I felt the true meaning of losing hope and immediately the dream ended.

The next dream would best be described as a mixture between the Columbine shootings and a large scale invasion... While this sounds ridiculous on paper, in the dreamworld the vivid details of the situation suck you more into the moment, forfeiting the logical side of the brain for a fight or flight response. I was in a large building, seemingly a college campus, where hundreds of students were taken at gunpoint out to different parts of the "campus". Somehow I got word minutes before and grabbed a hammer to slide into my waist before taken hostage. When assembled in a small group, I felt the strange, eerie "6th sense" of death approaching. The men taking us hostage began acting different and all leaving and reentering the room as if discussing different things outside of our earshot. I leaned one direction to show several people sitting next to me my concealed hammer and motioned towards the single guard in the room.

In an instant, I launched to my feet and dug the sharp end into the neck of the guard as many times as I could before he fell to his knees. Somehow I knew one of the others had knowledge of the campus so I followed him quickly into a bathroom. Once again, the bathroom was all white tile and the only thing decorating the walls were small mirrors where I could see myself holding the bloody hammer. From here the escape was through a maze of white tile tunnels seemingly getting smaller and smaller in diameter until I finally awoke for real...

The dreams signs are the obvious white tile rooms, low ceilings, and lack of windows.
The Themes are the claustrophobic feelings, the feeling of being chased, the survival response

What does this mean? In psychology, studies have shown that over 70% of dreams involve being chased, feelings of inadequacy, or falling. Maybe it was just my time to have these vivid negative dreams...

Or maybe there is something/someone/somewhere constricting me in my life that needs to be cut loose. Or endured.

In the end who knows. I'll think more on this later today.



New Years Resolutions and Their Explanation= Good News for Faceless Readers (if there are any)

The idea of New years resolutions usually bugs the shit out of me. It's generally a list of things that never really get accomplished and are forgotten by February. When making my list for 2009, I thought a lot about why this is for me and the general population. I believe that while there are many reasons, two of the most significant are: 1. The person is afraid of their own success/ not willing to take the long way to achieve it 2. The goals are general and therefore run the risk of being compromised by self sabotaging thoughts (ie quit smoking= "i was drunk so it didn't count). To combat these I have made general goals accompanied by specific contingencies for various cases. My list is as follows:

1. Strive to be the best in the different areas of my life accepting only the best out of myself and people around me.

2. Live life in the uncomfortable zone

3. Get back to reading everyday

4. Update my blog daily (or as close to it as physically possible) to practice my writing.

5. Finalize my real estate license

6. Find legitimate internship


Being the best is something I go in and out of. The feeling of being the best and accomplishing goals laid in front of me is a feeling I love to the depths of my soul. That said, the busyness and lack of schedule currently in my life cloud the things which really matter. There are many times that watching a TV show sounds much better than getting an early jump on a paper or pursuing the girls which i want to have in my life.

- Solution: First off, drugs and alcohol are getting in the way. I've cut out all but one drug in my daily life and the difference is a much clearer head, more energy, and no more addictions... As for the booze situation, I've been trying to learn to be ok with being sober around a party scene and still have a good time. With my work I'm out 2+ times a week in bars and clubs and if I drink every time it really fucks up my productivity the next day.

Taking the long way to reach my goals: Growing up I was rarely considered the best at the various sports and other extra curriculars I took part in. Honestly, historically I take the easy way out of situations. This affects both my goal of being the best and also living life in the uncomfortable zone. Part of the reason may be rooted in self worth issues ect but moving forward I want to push myself in school, mma, girls, and all social situations. While there are countless shortcut methods to everything in life, I'm beginning to realize that shorcuts never really teach you the topic as a whole; they simply give you a surface level amount of knowledge. To be the best, I want to take the long way in each part of my life and put in the extra effort to master the things around me.

For class this is very specific. Start things several days earlier than i do, take professors up on their office hours, do hw when i get back from class and my memory is fresh etc.

As for now I'm gonna go start reading the 500 page Real Estate book I've been putting off.

See you tomorrow