Fallin', Fallin', Fallin', Fallin'...

Do you ever start singing a song and then have that song change into a totally different song? And then your mind is just stuck on that one segment of notes that bridges the two parts? Yknow what I mean??

I was telling Craigo the other day that my Ghostbuster's theme song always turns into "In Too Deep" by Sum 41. He helped me solve the problem.

Right now I sometimes get stuck when "1901" by Phoenix turns into "Kids" by MGMT. I go "girlfriend, no your girlfriend, duh duh duh trippin away... past and present eighty fifty five nineteen oh-one duh nuh nuh must've hurt a lot I guess not... control yourself... take only what you neeeed from it...". I don't even know if those are the right lyrics, and they probably aren't. But that's how I sing it! And it gets stuck like that sometimes!

OH dude I should make up a word for that.

Songzitions.

BOOM done. Twas a combo of "song" and "transition".

songzition - occurs when often misinterpreted notes of a song trigger a person's mind to change songs in mid-singing.
Example: (see paragraph of "1901" and "Kids")

When I started writing this entry, I never intended to make up a new word... oh well. I just did it. THAT. JUST. HAPPENED. (Was that a Will Farrell movie quote? Anyone know which one? Talladega I'm thinkin'?) No I was actually gonna talk about college. HUZZARS!


Lemme first declare that yesterday was all kinds of boring. Here's what happened:

• Go to art! I don't feel like drawing.
• We get let out an hour and a half early. Almost 2 hours till work.
• Walkin' around... lookin' for friends... search ends zero results...
• Library is interesting??
• It isn't.
• I try to draw... end up drawing man out of proportion. For me, that's quite demoralizing - drawing a person that doesn't look like a person. That's like eating a cake that tastes like broccoli YES THAT ANALOGY APPLIES. (assuming you don't like broccoli? I'm actually impartial to it.)
• I fall asleep on the desk (first nap at college!!)
  
• Wake up, go to the end of an art club meeting.
• Blah blah go to work, more boring stuff ensues, and so on.

Yup, my day was about as interesting as riding in a car blindfolded. I mean, you can twirl your thumbs a little, but other than that, you just gotta sit there YES THAT ANALOGY APPLIES AS WELL.

But today was all kinds of FUN! At least more than usual.

• Got to school, drew a picture of an epic old guy in my sketchbook from the computer. Life needs more epic old people. I'd love to see a few dozen Gandalfs running around the street... but at the same time I'd be terrified.
  
• In math we learned how to find the area of a shape! Yeah actually that might be a downside of the day. OH but upside, I finished my homework for Tuesday! So peanut butter kudos.
  
• Hung out with some people from my 2D Design class. I consider them my friends now, AND YKNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!? I have at least one friend in all of my classes! Awesome-sauce! Most of them are Asian though. Not sure why I'm pointing that out...
• It was "Snow Day" at CSUF and they had a snow slide and a snow pit thing with a snowman. I was hanging out with Jackson (a guy I hang out with) and he said "I kind of want to go on that slide." "Yeah, me too." "Let's do it!" So we did. Twice. And it was fun.
• While waiting for my food at Green Burrito, a guy said to me "hey, you dropped your money". I look down at the ground and there's a wad of cash on the floor. "Holy smokes! How foolish of me!" I says in my head. I pick up the bills, it equaled at least $50.00! I then realized "wait a minute... I only had three dollars in my wallet..". Turns out some other guy behind me dropped it. I happily handed it back to him and he said thank you with that "OH WHA..." look on his face, probably thinking "Holy smokes! How foolish of me!". As he walked away I mumbled a "Merry Christmas..!".
  
• I hung out with Jackson a lil more, then went to my freehand drawing art class...
• ...which really wasn't painful at all! So that's new. It was just a general relaxing work day and I got to awkwardly draw one of my classmates upon the professor's request.

So to sum up the excitement of those bullet points, yesterday was boring and today was fun. Odd how the quality of the days can vary so much for no real reason, dontcha think? Unlike similar sounding songs, life often has no transitions.

SO DEAL.

Unrelatedly...

HAHA while I was watching The Office just now, I switched to Supernatural during the commercial. Here's what I saw:

-Guy A reading a book... in the dark.-

-Guy A turns around and Guy B is in the room with him-

A: Where've you been?

B: Jerusalem.

A: How was it?

B: Arid.

...Nope.



Finally in Kevin's Mundane Life News, my Christmas tree is up, now complete with big pockets of darkness from the unevenly placed Christmas lights! Holiday spirit deliciousness!!

Today during lunch,

I was kinda bored. After consuming my triple-breaded PB&J mass of deliciousness, I was left with the tin foil it came in. Naturally, I constructed a little foil man from it (who matches my tape man I made in art class that you are completely aware of).


Then I made a little stop-motion animation of him transforming into another foil man... though I don't have motivation to put that together right now.

And then, and then, I made this guy.

And then I started drawing on my hand...

His name is Doctor Cop*! The "gun" in his hand looks like that one gun from Halo. Needler? (without the actual needles)

Victor was reading FML on his iPhone (I eat lunch with him sometimes). Little does he know Doctor Cop is about to blow off his head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Three new friends!

One new friend! He is sleepy and does not rock out.

Uh oh! This guy doesn't look friendly!

First impression correct.

He grew arms!

Uh oh!

Maybe Doctor Cop and his new hands will stop the bad guy!
(Spoiler: He doesn't.)

Instead, Doctor Cop catches a robber for impersonating Zorro.

The End! I should totally start my own photo blog like Kristina and Maria, this can be my first wonderful post. Prediction: Gazillion hits.

So... very merrily! Entry over! I still have other stuff to talk about too! AND ANIMATION EXPO COMING UP THIS SUNDAY! More on that later! Next update: Thursday or Friday.


* "Doctor Cop" is his name, he is not actually a doctor.

But he is a real cop.

Fundane Activities

I went to an art store.

and that's the BORING version of the story! Today's errand could have been seen as nothing special, but oh, it sorta was! So much so that I'm makin' an entry about it. Snappidy doo dah.

My mission was to go down to the Art Supply Warehouse, so I took Beach Boulevard all the way south to Westminster. And I saw the coolest things.

Chapter 1: Rally's
I totally saw a Rally's. It's a burger joint, if you didn't know. I've NEVER seen one before and I was going crazy because I didn't realize the commercial for Rally's was so ingrained into my head! It had a little tune that I hear in my cranium once in a while that goes like (Kevin's version because he doesn't really know the words):

"When it's in your eyes
There's no surprise,
You've got a thing...
For Rally's.
Gotta eat - ain't nothing like this
Gotta eat - ain't nothing like this."

So this Rally's down Beach Blvd. was a myth becoming true. Much like Sonic's, I was always befuddled as to WHERE this restaurant was, much less if it actually EXISTED. Well today I found out it does exist.

Chapter 2: Hookers and Cowboys
After driving passed Medieval Times and RALLY'S, I felt there was a sense of mystery on this street. I glanced to my right and there was a group of people walking down the street - maybe around 7 of 'em. One of the ladies was blond with a super short pants, so (I apologize now in advance), my first thought was "DAYTIME HOOKER?!". Methinks I watched a little too much My Name Is Earl.

I looked again in curiosity, not interest, to find out that it was just a regular group of people. "Aw thas not as exciting" I thought, but then I noticed that two of the four guys had cowboy hats. I don't know about you, but I've never seen someone wear a cowboy hat as standard attire, at least not in real life. Maybe I should try Texas?

Chapter 3: Robin Hood
From 1900's to 1400's. I didn't actually see a guy dressed up as Robin Hood, but I saw some mama-papa motel covered in pink that looked like it hadn't been renovated since the 1960's. In the front it had a big sign of a Robin Hood figure who was making a "Shh... be quiet" gesture with his finger, which was tied into the name of the motel somehow. I don't remember the name, so I'll assume it was something like "Ye Old Inn" or something awesome to that degree. Or POSSIBLY, it still held on to archaic terms that don't translate well to modern day lingo, such as "Inn the Hood". Regardless, the sight was both intriguing and horrifying.

Chapter 4: Mini-car
Still driving down this street, I see a tiny convertible car pop out of a neighborhood along the sidewalk. It was about the size of queen size bed. By now I should have EXPECTEDto see such an oddity, but my reaction was still "WHAT da eff was that!?". With closer inspection, I found out it wasn't a CAR car, I think it was more like some kind of cart used to transport stuff, but it was still as random as helium.

See? "Helium" makes no sense in that sentence. Too random.

Chapter 5: Art Supply Warehouse
Alas, I arrived at the X on the map (see, title of chapter). I imagined it being a Costco version of Tall Mouse, what with the word "Warehouse" in the name, that's not a noun you should abuse with exaggeration. I thought the place was gonna be huge. But it wasn't. It was average size. At least from the outside..!

Undeterred by the underwhelming size, I entered and was met with copious amounts of bodies. Many other people (not surprisingly) heard about the store's 25% off everything deal too. As routine when encountered with a bunch of strangers, I moved quickly in search of my destination (the paints, if you were curious), careful not to bump into anyone or wave my sniffer through a volume of floating body odor. "Just keep moving..."

Once I had all my paints in my basket, I granted myself leisure time to just explore the store. And lemme tell you guys, IT WAS SO MAGICAL! The place was actually a decent size! Every nook and cranny was filled with wall-to-wall supplies for any artistic endeavors of my choosing. I had never seen anything like it! DID YOU KNOW HIGGINS INDIA INKS COME IN A RAINBOW SELECTION OF COLORS?! (Don't answer that.)

It was like the first time I went to the huge Amazing Comics book store. Except this was COOLER! Because it sold materials for me to MAKE art, not just enthrall in the final product, and all the nerdy, middle-aged men were replaced with odorless introverts! That's gnarly if I've ever defined gnarly.


After an hour of browsing (hey they even sell BOOKS there!!!) and a free gift for buying supplies (a little monkey cut-out thing), I set off on the journey back home. Like the end of every adventure, nothing really happens on the way back home. And nothing did. (I took the freeway.)

But lesson learned, my friends! Fascinating sights are everywhere! You just gotta take notice.


Also, this was a result of impulse shopping while waiting in line to pay:

It's candy. (Blooberry flavor.)

Something of Everything

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Today's post has a little bit of everything for anyone! Unless you're a dog. Can't do much for the canines.

Something Sweet
Today was my last day of work YAY! SWEET, RIGHT?! Okay that wasn't the "sweet" part of this story. The sweet part is... coming up!


There's this one 5th grade girl in my class (I teach at Quest if you didn't know), and she's one of my better students, always does her work even though she doesn't really enjoy drawing. Her name is Tiffany. She's not the typical quiet little girls, and she's not incredibly friendly or easy going, but she's a nice kid. She always says "I'm boorred", and I would reply "You always say that!", and she would laugh, and I would laugh.

Last week was her last week at Quest. When I was in the room with all the kids running around, Tiffany quickly scurried up to me. Without giving eye contact in a almost bashful manner, she said "Today's my last day, I'll miss you", and then she ran away. It took me a while to realize what just happened and how sweet that was. What makes it so special was that she was totally shy about it! She's not an overenthusiastic girl that says she loves everything. She's a simple, softly spoken kid.

That's why I teach! To have moments of the kind.

Also, because there were no other jobs available.

Something Exciting
A few days ago I was driving. Yup, in my car. I was going West on South street (is that ironic?) when I found myself behind this car with its left turn signal blinking away. Inside the car was this black dude, and he certainly had no intentions of turning left. "Oh here's a smarty..."

About a block later, Phillip (I named the black guy Phillip) switched his left turn signal to the right and merged into the right lane. He waited at the intersection for the red light until the perpendicular traffic(?) was clear. Meanwhile, I look in my left mirror and see two cops in a cop car.

Yes, this story has cops and a black guy.

Phillip finally made his right turn and sped north up Norwalk (NORTHWALK!!!). I looked at the two cops again in my mirror. The passenger seated cop was looking aggressively through some papers while the driver was keeping his eye on something to the right of me. "Wait a minute... 2 cops? Looking for something..? It couldn't be [Phillip], could it..?"

Just then the cops took off, turning right from the left turn lane with the car lights-a-flashin. They were totally chasing Phillip! DUH NUH NUH NUH!



I followed the police. I was curious. When I caught up, Phillip was pulled over and the two cops were stepping out of their car. I parked in a nearby parking lot to observe. Suddenly, the black man bolted out of the car and started running! He had a big rifle in his hands! Both cops started after him and one radio'd something in his radio. Phillip was flailing his arms like he had some sorta quirk while the two others huffed and puffed to stay close behind. They disappeared behind some building. "WHAT da eff was that?!" A few seconds later the chase emerged from an alley literally 10 meters in front of me. I saw Phillip, as scared as a fox in a shooting gallery, run straight across my windshield, followed by two policemen, as determined as three Jehovah's witnesses trying to sell me some God. That's right, they're worth three people. Anyway, one cop sprang forward and latched onto Phillip! They fell to the ground while the other came up from behind and sat on the apparent violator's face. "YA LIKE THAT, SCUM?!" he said as he farted in his face. "I will not steal cotton balls again I won't!" the guilty man cried. Once again, the day was saved, thanks to... the COPS!

Just kidding yay!

That actually never happened. Well, that whole long paragraph part never happened, everything before was true... but it would've been lame if I stopped at the "duh nuh nuh" part, right?! That's probably what happened anyway. His name was probably Phillip too.

Something Tragic
I helped my dad build my new desk/shelf! My delf shesk! That's not the tragic part.

Once built, I was carrying my lava lamp when... FLIP OUT! DROP! CATCH! SMAAAASH! I sandwiched the tip of my index finger between the edge of the new desk and the 5+pound lava lamp. "owowowowowoowow..." I quickly placed the lamp down and ran to the bathroom to run my finger under some cold water.



And let me tell you guys, I have not felt such EXCRUCIATING pain such a long time. It was bad. Really bad. After the water I put some ice on my finger. The pain never went away that day. Yknow how they say physical pain is better than emotional pain because you can heal from it? Well I was starting to reconsider.

My nail (and the area around it) is blackish purple now.

Yeah because like, like, what if you got a physical injury, like your nose got chopped off? That would hurt. AND, when the doctors find out they can't put your honker back on, you'll be noseless! Do you realize how many people will make fun of you? They'd be calling you Voldamort left and right, especially if your name is Valerie or Mort. They'd cleverly call you "Val"damort, or UNcleverly call you Volda"mort"! Do you KNOW how much emotional pain you'll get from that physical pain??? Oh I nose. A lot.

anybody 'EYY OOHHHHH?!?!?

To this day my finger still hurts once in a while. I can't bend my index finger much, nonetheless use it, and it gets annoying when doing mundane things like PICKING UP MY CAMERA... The good part is that I use my left arm/hand a lot more. Ambidextrous here I come! I just hopes it heals soon so I can get back to drawing regularly.

Something Inspirational
After 2 months of work... hours of late nights(?)... thousands of frames... dozens of drawings... I finally finished... MY FUHFUHFUHLAAAAAASH MOOOOOVAY (translation: Flash Movie)!!!


I made a movie called "Spacefood" for a Fresh Brain contest. My bad index finger may have given me hand cramps all night and made it difficult to use the mouse, BUT I PREVAILED! I finished my movie just in time for the contest. Because Kevin succeeds.

You can see the BAD quality version here: (https://freshbrain.org/activity/submission/spacefood). If you wanna see the awesome quality version, I can email you the swf file.

But guys! This is gooood news! I consider this my first official animated short film!! It has colors and backgrounds and EVERYTHING! When I become John Lasseter famous, I'll be like "Yeah, my first animated film was called Spacefood. Oh man I don't like the title I gave it though. If I could rename it, it would be called 'Space-F'. That is so much awesomer." Then they'd hand me my award.

YAY!

I'm just glad I'm done with my summer project because now I can write this post!!

Something Conclusive
Sometimes I spend too much time on these posts.

CRICKET?!

DUDE!

I was sitting in my room,

and then VWAAHHHP, something small but weighty came from the ceiling and landed on my desk! It sounded like a bug, and sure enough, it was a bug.

But what could've been so heavy as to make a PTAAAP sound and come from the ceiling?? I looked in the dark corner of my desk and spotted a little creature moving. It looked like a cricket.

"What kinda demon cricket is this!?" I thought. I wasn't 100% sure, though, that it was a cricket. Do crickets fly??? Maybe it was a grasshopper... that LOOKED like a cricket? I looked around for something to wack it with, but before I could take my eyes off this mystery insect,

FOOOP!

It jumped in the air! Its projected path, however, followed no perfect arch. When it reached its maximum height, the flying "cricket" curved almost immediately downward into my bag of comics. "WHAT DA EFF WAS THAT!?" were my inner screams.

I couldn't see the dang thing in the bag from where I was standing. I counted to three and shot my hands around the bag's mouth, covering any possible escape for the cricket. It was trapped.

With the bag of comics and crazy cricket in hand, I did what any logical person would do - I put it down in the hall way and walked away.

I think I'll just wait till the demon dies, then I'll take the bag and pour everything on the floor so I can spot the cricket easier to throw away. That is, if the cricket is still there...

Caterpillar Fat

I just got a Flickr account.


I've always dreamed of a place like that, I'm not kidding. I shall go there one day.


Switching gears, sometimes I think it's bad if I don't post in my blog. (I have great transitions!)

Does it mean I don't find life as interesting? Is what I'm doing not worth type a couple paragraphs about it?

NAW...

But I think if I have any random little events to talk about, I'll just twitter it. HEHE!!! It's much more convenient. I'll type here in my Kanga if...

A) I have a story to tell.
B) I have a picture to show.
C) It's something interesting that deserves more than 140 characters.

Yeah, random stuff I do doesn't need to be blogged... I can just twitter it. Sweet. Also, this is not a place for teen angst, so you shall receive none of that. NONE DAT! That is the Kanga Guarantee! (Disclaimer: I might talk about angsty stuff sometimes... but not a LOT... I mean... I don't know, sometimes people just don't understand me... AGH I just hate life sometimes man!)

Here's a video so I don't get bored with this post.

Paul. Dances.


We were playing WarioWare Smooth Moves at this past Christmas Party. Good times, Pauly!

So,

HOW IS MY SUMMER?

It is fine.

Got a Macbook, cleaned up my room, animating a lot, swam today, having difficulty following my "skehjool"...

HEY STORY!

Well a short one. Today I went to an open mic thing at "It's a Grind!" (note to company, it's better with that exclamation mark) to watch Richard Tran perform. He so good! Link to Youtube! Yar yar! GJEEAARRB!

But the best part was the comedian guy. The unfunniest "comedian" I've ever seen, which made it really hilarious. You know it's bad when every joke is followed with a "so ANYWAY... (pause)... (silence)..." At least he tried though, right?


In other disconnected news, tomorrow I'm heading off to Comic-Con! YAAYY!! I'M EXCCCIIIIIITED! I'm more excited than a caterpillar going into its chrysalis, and lemme tell ya, if I were a little fat bug eating my weight in leaves, I'd be incredibly anxious to sleep my fat ass off. Just sayin. so ANYWAY... I'll be coming back Sunday afternoon with books, posters, and swags galore. Tell me if you want anything! Shirt? Signing? Book? I can get it for ya! I can check my email there too! Thas what I get with iPod Touch + Free Wifi! YAY!

See? Fat caterpillar excitement is growing.

:)

Just because I don't type anything in my Kanga, doesn't mean nothing's happening with my life. I do have lotsa deep thoughts and do do lotsa crazy stuff and blah blah blah. (DODO!)

For example.

Today my dad wasn't here this morning, so I couldn't get my weekly Sunday morning donut delivered to me today. I ended up just going to the donut shop on my own. On my way back, I saw a black guy in my neighborhood sitting on the sidewalk. I thought he was depressed, but it turns out he was just talking on his cell phone. A few streets down I saw another black guy outside talking on HIS cellphone too. Then I thought "Hm. Maybe they're talking to each other. Haha that's funny. WAIT A MINUTE just because they're both black doesn't mean they're talking to each other! HAHAHAHHA! It's possible, though, right? HAHA."

The end.

So see? Life happens that I don't show here. Why I'm telling you this, I don't know, but I thought you oghta.

GOTTA WRITE SENIOR WILL!

Santa is phat.

To Kanga reader,

Am I the kinda blogger who posts an entry on the day of Christmas? Yes, yes I am.

So... hello there!

This year, I didn't really get into the Christmas spirit. I don't know why, usually this comes naturally. Too naturally, in fact. Every year I always start hearing Christmas songs in November, and I try to poop away these urges to start singing along as to not reach my festive-feeling peek before the actual Christmas day. This year was different. I TRIED to get all in the spirit, and yeah I sorta did, but not as much as the other years. I listened to Christmas music, I baked some cookies, I even kissed some girls under mistletoes, BUT NONE OF IT WORKED! I was only 50% into the holidays as opposed to the usual 80%!

Actually I didn't really kiss any girls. OR... DID... I..?

No I didn't.

OR... DID... A GIRL... KISS... ME..?

No that did not happen.

But anyway, I'm not depressed or anything, I just thought this was kinda weird. (WHOA random thought: Santa Clause getting jiggy with it.) Regardless of my spirit, or lack there of, today was fun! Christmas day is always and SHOULD always be fun. No matter what religion. THAT'S RIGHT, JEWS, WE DIDN'T SAVE YOUR BUTTS IN THE 40'S JUST SO YOU COULD GO AROUND AND SULK DURING THE 25TH OF DECEMBER!! Just kidding. China was not involved in the war.

Another different thing about this Christmas was that I wasn't REALLY looking forward to any particular gift. Go ahead and call me a spoiled brat (but don't really), but usually there's some awesome TOY that I've been wanting that falls into one of these categories:

1. Video game
2. Legos (well when I was younger)
3. Video game system

Yknow what I got this year? A wireless mouse and a DVD-Drive. I'm totally happy with both of those things (freakin cords on mice and freakin inability to burn DVDs suck), but I couldn't really get excited about em. Yknow what I'm sayin? Ya catchin' my drift? Yeah YOU know... I actually had a few games on my wishlist, along with a skateboard (that got rejected by my parents) and some artsy fartsy stuff, but I thought I'd go with some necessities. If I didn't get those two, actually, I might've gotten Guitar Hero World Tour!! I could've partied by myself EVERY day. And those last few sentence probably just fell into the TFS/TMI/TFSTMI bins.

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE GIFTS! Sorry I didn't get you anything. Actually I DID, but my dog ate it. (I got you some dog food.)

CHANGING GEARS!!!

This is a video my group and I made for Contemporary Media. I'd name my group, but... well there are credits at the end, so just look at those you lazy butt.

All That Glitters



CHANGING DIRECTIONS!!!

I got a new blog!

No one: "YAY!!!"

It's called Drawn To Scrawl. Yes, that has about five double meanings.

Have you seen those things where people post something everyday for a long time? Well hidy ho neighbor, IMMA DO THAT TOO! Like it says on the site, I'll draw a random creature on a 3x3 inch piece of paper and just post it there everyday. Lots of people have done stuff like this before, so why not I join them wagons!? This'll also help my habits if I make my future webcomic MMM...

So go visit my sister site.

Every.

Single.

Day.

CHANGING DECKS!

SHORT STORY TIME!!
I went to a Christmas party with my relatives, and I met this REALLY weird guy there. He is an 18 year old senior in high school, around the same age as me, and I knew he was a bit funky when he first came in. Yes, I'm a judger, so you beware. Patrick (that's his name) had that fobby bright orangey yellow hair and he talked in quick mumbles. He presented that kinda awkward where he would say something, and you would have NO IDEA what just came out of his mouth, so then you'd just chuckle it off. And... I was chuckling all night. Here's one of our convos that I actually understood. (not fake this time)

Patrick: Hey, so what are you interested in?

Kevin: Oh, um... well I like ART... and videogames.

P: Oh.

K: Well yeah, I don't have time to play videogames as much anymore because I'm busy and stuff...

P: -mumble something-

K: ...What are you interested in?

P: I like drawing, Manga, yknow comics...

K: Oh cool (hey I might have stuff in common with this guy!)

P: ...COSPLAY!.. haha

...

K: Haha, I don't... uh... haha!..

...

K: (turns around to get food)

So yeah, every time I saw him I started laughing. He's one of those guys who don't notice you're sorta laughing at him. I'M SORRY but you, Patrick, are really silly. BTW, how the heck am I related to you?

And on that note, HAPPY HOLIDAYS! I love you cuz you read my Kanga.

from keviokevio.

123

BREAKING NEWS!

My new favorite number is 123.

It used to be 7. Funny story, 7 was my favorite number in 1st grade because that was my age at the time. My friend's favorite number was also 7. When I turned 8, I thought "hm... maybe my favorite number should be 8 now!". I asked my friend, again, what his favorite number was, but he said it was still 7. That's when I found out your favorite number usually isn't your age.

But now my favorite is 123! I see it everywhere! It's like it was calling me! Like "hey Kevin! I'm your favorite!"! And I answered back "Okay, 123! Suck it, 7!"!

For the record, my favorite color is still green. Yes, I needed a blog to establish all of this.

(Coincidentally, the cover of Flash comic #123 was a great story that I actually read! I'll tell you about it if you want. In any case, AWESOME-SAUCE!)

Uh wow wow?

Last Thursday was... the contemporary media film festival! YAR! GOOD JOB EVERYONE! Especially for the winners. Cuz they won.

For some reason, I didn't think I would get nervous, but I did! Go figure. Luckily I think our video did well, you Whitney people laugh at anything.

I'll upload our contemp video later. But what I can upload NOW is my PTA REFLECTIONS THINGUVA CONTEST! The theme was "wow!".

What is "wow"?



Made it with Adobe Flash CS4 (thanks Caroline!) in 12ish hours.

I feel kinda lame, though, cuz I was watching other submissions on YouTube and they're sorta similar. Oh well! MINE IS THE ONLY HAND-DRAWN ANIMATION so uh.


Sad story time!
I was walking to school from the parking lot in the morning today when I saw a kid getting out of his car. The fairly big guy, maybe a couple inches taller than me, stepped out wearing a backpack and a blank face (Edward status). His father was in the driver seat of the car and, in an asian coated accent, said to him "Have a great day, Charlie!!". Charlie's face stayed blank. He didn't even turn around, no acknowledgment, he just closed the door shut and walked away.

That made me quite sad; his father just hoped he had not a good day, but a GREAT day, and his son TOTALLY ignored him! I just hope you're not that kind of child. You jerk.


Happy story time!
Today Darren gave me an Altoid. I haven't seen Altoids in TWO YEARS, when my sister used to drive me to school! Remember?? We would always eat one in the car, like a ritual of some sort; she would hold her hand out cuz she was busy driving, and I knew what it meant and placed an Altoid in her palm. It reminded me of nice times and made me so happy! It's the small things in life that you make you happy, yknow? Not like small puppies, not that kinda small... actually, yeah, small puppies would make me happy, but you know what i mean.


Alright Kevin. Time to finish up your UC apps. After this, you can get fat with turkeys.

CHAAARRRRGE!!!

Accidents Happen

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

Yknow that non-existent list of situations that can be classified as "nightmares"? Well I'm pretty sure I just encountered one. I got in a car accident. -sad face with tear-

Nokay I didn't crash into another car, I hit someone's fence with my big ol' van. It was very scary.

Story time...
Here I was... driving. It was a late at night and I had to go pick up a tripod from Brandon's house to film for contemporary media. I was going down the neighborhoodial street when I made a wrong turn. "WHOOPSIES" I said to myself, so I decided to 3 point turn my wait out of there. Then, to make a long story short, I backed up into someone's fence.

IN MY DE"FENSE", this fence was a pretty short fence, and my van is a pretty tall van. I couldn't see over through the window, so bada boom (literally -sad face with tear-) I ran into a little pillar of cement blocks. As I was backing up, I was actually waiting to feel that little dip from the street to the drive/sidewalk. BUT I DIDN'T FEEL IT! Only the thud, but by then it was too late.

Oh and get this, of ALL THE HOUSES I HIT, I hit the house with the group of large samoan people standing outside of it. After the impact, I froze for a few loooong seconds, then pulled the car forward. "DID I HIT A CAR?! AAHHH" was my first thought. I opened the door and peaked out the window. I saw no car. I was hoping nothing had happened. I was hoping I would just be like "Oh, sorry about that!". Then I'd just drive away. But I turned around 4 of the people were standing around the fence and my car.

"Sorry!.." I pitifully yelled.

-angry somoan look at me-

"What did you do? Are you drunk??" the largest one asked me.

"No, I'm not... drunk..." I answered the most undrunk way I could.

I turned my car off and walked outside. I prayed to God that the damage wasn't horrible. I got to the back and looked at my van. I saw nothing. I looked at the fence and saw nothing. I looked around and the somoans were either angry looking my car, the fence, or my face. The largest guy there kept on talking about how dumb I was and how much it'll cost him. I only spoke up to say "sorry" and "I'm really sorry", although he would counter with a "I don't care if you're sorry, you hit my fence".

"I could give you my phone number..."

"Oh we don't need THAT" replied a somoan girl.

This scared me quite a bit. WHAT DID THEY WANT?! Were they gonna have me do manual labor?! Were they gonna beat me down?! WERE THEY GONNA BLOW UP MY CAR?! -sad face with tear-

"Alright I need your info. I need your license. Do you have a license?"

"Yeah-"

"Where is your license?"

"It's in my car, I'll go get it..."

I ran and got it. I came back with respective items and started writing my name and license number down. I looked at the girl and she already held a notepad with all of my car information written down. I gave her my license and she copied down all my info.

"Are you high?"

"No, I'm not-"

"Are you faded?"

"No heh I'm not... faded."

When I said that sentence, my blank face flashed a smile. It's times like this when I hate myself for smiling. Despite the fact that I just crashed into this fence, and the fact that my mind was going crazy with emotions of distraght/fright/confusion/sadness, I just found that funny, the term "faded" and the fact that I had no idea what it meant. I hate it.

"What's your number? House or cell number??"

"My cell phone number is 310..."

"You live in Cerritos and you have 310??"

She didn't believe me. She had to get a cell phone and test the number. It worked when my phone was called, of course, so I was able to wipe a bead of sweat off my forehead. I just had a trillion other beads to deal with.

"...Who owns this house" I asked; I had to write down info for myself too of course.

"My brother" the girl responded.

"What's his name?"

"George."

I wrote down George. I was too scared to ask whether it was George or Jorge.

"What's his last name?"

"Poe."

After I got info on this George Poe, I asked where he was. She said "He's here, he's the big guy" she pointed her finger around. Of course, he HAD to be the BIG GUY...

I looked to the far end of the driveway and he was sitting down on a chair with his head resting on his hand. I walked up the spooky driveway (bear in mind that the only light there was the porch light, so all the faces of the other people were concealed in darkness) and approached the troubled George.

"Um, George? So I can pay for the damages..." Shouldn't have said that. "I can get an estimate?"

"Alright well I didn't do anything. I didn't back up my car. I didn't hit the fence."

"Yeah, I know, it's my f-..."

"I can tell you this, whatever you pay I can match."

I was so confused when he said that. DOES THAT MEAN I HAVE TO PAY DOUBLE?! But he continued:

"I can fix that up for around 500 bucks. You can get an estimate, and you'll have to pay more, but I can fix it for 500. See they don't make those kinds of blocks anymore. They're old. But you can get an estimate, but I can do it cheaper."

"...So maybe I can get an estimate on... Tuesday..?" I didn't really know what I was talking about.

"No, whatever, come whenever, you got school and stuff."

"Alright, uh... we'll keep in touch then." I slowly backed away. He nodded. I walked to my car and said "we'll keep in touch" to the somoan girl as I passed her by. I started the engine. Drove to Brandon's house. Picked up the tripod. And drove away. At that point, I don't think I ever wanted a hug so badly.

So yeah that was a pretty freaky experience. It's the first car crash I've ever been in where I was the driver. Thank God it wasn't with another car. It's times like the drive back home when I all of a sudden get religious. I start saying that it's okay, God was probably just trying to say to me that I'm a nooby booby driver, and that I need to stop being so nooby booby. Verbatim.

Then I compiled a list of "If only"s:
IF ONLY...
-I hadn't made that wrong turn
-Alex picked up his phone
-I pressed the brake a second sooner
-Those people weren't outside of their house

I also thought about how I'd tell my parents about it, and honestly, there's no real way to avoid what really happened. So I just told them at point blank, and they took it a lot better than I expected. It's also moments like these where I love my parents, for not blowing their tops askew for no reason. WHOA this is off, I hate my uncontrollable smiles and I love my half-angry parents? Definitely off.


The ironic part is that the next film I'm gonna make for contemp media is about a car. The second ironic part is that two days ago, there was a poll for our senior class that asked who was the worst driver in the world.

Life works in horrible ways. -sad face with tear-

Came. Saw. Conquered. (sorta.)

Have you heard of that phrase "Time flies when you're having fun!"? Of course you have. But have you ever heard of "Time is totally sucked out of your life when you're busy and not having fun?". Oh well now you have.

The first week of school has just happened YAY and it was so busy!

How busy was it!

It was SO busy, Obama didn't have time to say "Thank you" to ANYONE! Get it?! Because his acceptance speech had so many "thank you"s?!?! Sorry, I'm not good with political jokes. I'm actually really terrible with them. But yeah, I've been so busy that I was not able to make any Kanga posts... UNTIL NOW! Late night Saturday! YEAH!!! Time to recap my week better than a baseball pitcher who threw a fast ball so hard that his cap fell on and he had to put it back on his head! ...I'm not good with puns either.


Our Senior entrance was awesome! I'm sure if you're reading this, you probably know what I'm talking about, but I bet that ONE person from Idaho who stumbles over my Kanga has probably never been to a WILDCAT PEP RALLY!

http://www.new.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=27897648123&subj=571043123

Here is the Senior entrance summary in the form of my thoughts:

"Alright... so we're waiting outside the gym to enter. It's hot out here. I can't really find anyone to talk to in this mass of winter-birthday'd seniors. I'll just walk around... Oh hey, Richard and A.Park are talking about Batman! I will join! Lalala... OH! They called us from inside the gym! Okay, I guess we enter now... DOORS ARE OPEN! Now uh... alright I dunno what to do, lemme just copy these people around me. Okay, okay, we're now walking in. We look bored. Haha people are waving flags around. I'll wave mine around! Yay! This music is pretty ominous. I think I over use the word "ominous". When do I turn on this flashlight? The gym lights are on. OH! We've reached the middle of the gym. Okay this was kinda lame- AH THE LIGHTS ARE OFF! MUSIC?!? Everyone's jumping around! OH TIME TO PARTY! LALALA!! Is my flashlight on?! I pressed it?! I can't tell! I'm jumping around too much! I'll just keep on clicking the button! Oh okay! It's on! Yeah jump around! WOO! WE ARE SENIORS!! YAAYYY! Partay!! Arms in the air! Raise the roof! These glow sticks and flashlights look cool! I see flags over there! Jump around! Jump up! Jump up! And get down! Jump! Yeah!! Woo!.. Yeahhh!.. This song clip is pretty long... I'll keep jumping!.. Maybe I can sing along to the song! 'something someting... satisfaction!..' Alright!.. Must not... stop!.. lalala... AH okay! Music stopped. Um... Cheer time WWOOOO!!! OH NINE... OH NINE... OH NINE... OH NINE... OH NINE... wow we say this a lo- OH NINE... OH NINE... alright... wow that was awesome. Where do I go now... follow everyone? Oh go outside! Get ready for XC performance!!"

Yup.

SPEAKING OF XC, we put on an awesome performance for the pep rally! This would've been a smoother transition if I didn't put that "Yup." there, huh. But yeah! Circle! Harder better faster stronger! Crawl! Weird dance! Totally lost! Love it.

AND THEN! We won the class competition by one Ryan Shin push up! I think that was the best pep rally ever.


HELLO my name is DANCE
Yesterday was the first dance of the year, and it too was AWESOME! I got there and I figured out that it really takes me a while to get into the dancing mood, because YES I dance. It's always hard, at first, to get my hands above my waist. I wanna throw em up in the air... but yknow, I'm not much of a hip-hop guy, and I'd be vulnerable to tickles.

Then later on... LIPSYNC!

Mini Story Tangent!
(Disclaimer: Do not read if you don't wanna hear about me being proud of myself.)
I was asked to record our class act with a provided video camera, so I got a "seat" early, standing on one of the tables facing the front of the stage. I was slowly joined by a herd of different people (including this one 8th grade black kid who seemed really friendly!) until the whole table was full. Unfortunately there was a mob of people in front of us who was blocking our view of the stage. "SIT DOWN!!" we would repeatedly yell, but the people would just sorta ignore us. AND THEN! SOLUTION!! I looked around at the other tables on the side of the stage and wondered why THEY didn't have trouble seeing. It turns out these tables were a lot closer to the stage so they could see over all the heads. Our table was a bit far away with a gap between us and the closest audience. So I was all "OH MAN PROBLEM SOLVING TIME." I turned to everyone at my table, and I yelled "Hey! Do you guys wanna move the table closer??" I heard a few "yeahs", and then people started jumping off! THEY WANTED TO MOVE THE TABLE! We scooted it a few feet and could see much better. I looked over at the table next to us and they totally did the same thing. I don't think you realize how proud of myself I felt at that moment. Pitiful? Maybe. TOTALLY AWESOME? TOTTALY YES!

Oh and another RANDOM STORY. This kid wanted a better view, so he chose the spot next to me on the table and smashed my toes on my flipflopped shoes. I think I let out some kind of a sonar scream. Then the kid was like "Uh... nevermind." And he hopped down and walked around. TOTAL WASTE OF A FOOT SMASH! A few moments later, another person (could've been the same guy) went to the spot next to me and also crushed my toes. This guy stayed, so at least it wasn't a total useless act of violence, and I was able to give him dirty looks when he wasn't looking.

Anyway, read on from this point for the important stuff. Ehm, for the "important" stuff.

2009 SENIORS WON LIPSYNC! Because we're awesome, that's why.



ACTest. The last order of business.
Speaking of acronyms, what does ACT stand for? Assessment Crocodile Test? A Cuddly Tattoo? Apples Cut Themselves? After Cups Turn? Andy Can Terrify? I DUNNO!

The test started off okay, but the later parts became extremely hard to keep up with time. Writing was extremely simple, Math was do-able for the most part (the last one was "2"! YAY!), Reading took FOREVER with me finishing about .00001 seconds to spare, and I DIDN'T FINISH THE SCIENCE SECTION! But I filled in all the bubbles. My essay was pretty weird too. You really need stamina to finish these super long sections.

In proctor news, our proctor was kinda funny. Yknow, the teacher guy who's in charge of our room. He would read the directions for the test, and every time he said "When you are done filling that out, look up at me", he would give a seemingly involuntary smile very quickly, then subtly try to hide it. HAHA that's funny. Oh das funny.


Yeah yeah yeahs! That's how my week rolled. The reason I didn't have any time was because I was either
A) Studying for ACT
B) Doing homework
C) Eating
D) Pooping
E) Sleeping
F) Running
G) Attending class
H)Reading Catch 22
I) Walking from place to place to do A through H (but not really F)

As you can see, I am a busy boy. Time to plan for Comiclub!

I hope parenting's not like this.

That. Was very scary.

STORY TIME!

Like I've said a bajillion times before, I've been working at this one teaching center called "Quest Learning Center". I teach how to make comics to grades ranging from 3rd to 6th, and today I had SOME KIND OF EXPERIENCE...

Today I had 3rd and 4th graders. My lesson plan had the students working in groups on separate comic stories, but one of the guys did not have a group. His name is Cade. Cade is a very interesting character in that... I feel like not all of his brain is there. He's missing that "respect authority" and the "don't misbehave" lobes in his cranium, plus he's just a very weird child, so Cade is definitely a handful. Yesterday I distracted his insanity by having him draw ninja cats and ninja dogs, but today I had a tiny bit more trouble. I sat him in the front, but he just kept on walking to the back to try to work with another group of boys. Time after time I would yell across the room to tell him to sit back down, and he would listen half the time.

It got to the point where I was writing his name on the board as a second warning, but by this time it was too late. Cade was in the back of the room and for whatever reason, he started yelling at this one boy named Kevin (haha) in that group! My head was all "OH NO YOU DON'T!", and my voice was all "CADE!", but as soon as I finished yelling his name, Cade had pushed Kevin, Kevin swung his arm back in attempt to hit Cade, but he looked up and saw me and resisted his attack. I walked over there (or ran very slowly and efficiently) as Cade was just SCREAMING at the top of his lungs at these boys (mainly Kevin). Ysee, Cade and Kevin have this thing where they just REALLY don't get along. Almost every class they're bickering about something. I am so lucky there was a table between the two boys. I think.

Back to the story... Cade screamin, Kevin almost hitting... so I run back there and I'm like "CADE! Calm down!", which I guess sounded kinda ironic. "CADE, calm down calm DOWN... CADE stop it... calm dow- CADE calm down..." But whatever I said to this kid, he just kept on screaming his head off! Now I ask you, lovely oddience, what would YOU do in such a situation? Because at that point, I honestly had no clue. I was panicking so much on the inside, but outside I was just "Cad- CADE. CALM down... calm down..". I got him to stop for a few seconds, but then he just went back to "NOOOO! NOOOO!!!". (I think that's all he was yelling, just "no". Man, it was the pitch of a freakin' Pterodactyl.) I guess I could've picked him up and moved him elsewhere, but I was afriad he would explode or something. He could've been a bomb with alarms in the form of screams!


If I tried this, Cade would've eaten this chair.
Now the group of guys receiving the ambush of anger decided to start moving. They began to walk towards the other end of the table near the corner of the room to get away from crazy Cade. Cade, of course, began to follow them. I, of course, began to follow Cade. My incessant commands to Cade, of course, began to follow my steps. Suddenly all of us had walked to a point where there was no table between the boys and Cade! If I was thinking of something more than "calm down", I would've probably thought "OH SNAP YOU BETTER NOT JUMP ON THEM!". And, well, he didn't.

The boys began to walk back to their original spot, but Cade was stuck in the corner. Then he made a run for them. THAT was my chance. THERE was my reason to submissify this fool to no end. I grabbed his arms, stopping him in his tracks, and just nailed him with "Cade Calm-Downs". He began to struggle and I was all "OH NO DON'T STRUGGLE", but then I thought about for a sec and remembered... I'm way stronger than this guy. So I held my grip until Cade just stood there. After a few more yells at the boys, he just stopped and stood there. (Just to let you know, Kevin was being super annoying because he basically kept on provoking Cade with stuff like "Cade you're dumb I hate you" or something to that extent.)

So there was Cade. There was I. Right in the middle of nothingness to the side of the room, I was holding his crossed arms as we just stood. "I'm not gonna let go until you calm down." I looked up and most of the other kids were watching. I looked at the doorway and my boss was standing there (HAHA). I looked back down at Cade. I was in a VERY horrible position, not because of the whole boss-at-door thing, but because Cade could SO have easily kneed me in the crotch in front of a class of 3rd and 4th graders. I could've sworn he was tempted to. THANK GOD HE DIDN'T.

"I'm gonna let go and I want you sit in your seat, okay?" He nodded ever so slightly, I let go, he sat in his seat, put his head down, and I sighed the biggest sigh of relief I've ever relieved myself to sigh. I could tell I was blushing red too. But my journey was not done! Oh no! I walked over to the door to talk to Mr. Johnny, my boss. He actually was not there for Cade!

Next to him was a little girl, a girl that came to my class that misbehaved like some kind of chicken on steroids (I heard that steroidical chicken is pretty hard to manage). Mr. Johnny said she, Sharon (I called her booger last week), wanted to apologize. "Oh," I was astonished. I looked at her, and avoiding eye contact, she said something like "I'm sorry, Mr. K". Again, I had no idea what to do. "I forgive you" would be too... short and concise... for such a dramatic scene! And it was not that easy to forgive her. She ran in and out of the room, plus she hit me (but yknow, girly hits). I asked her "You're sorry for last week?.." and she replied with a quiet "Yeah..". I paused with nothing else to say. I caved in, "Oh it's okay, I forgive you then..". I was pretty pressured though! Not only was Mr. Johnny watching, but so was this random white woman from behind Sharon, I think that was her mother or something. I REALLY wished I had something better to say, like "I'll only forgive you if you show me a smile!" (cuz she looked pretty depressed), or "I forgive you... and if you don't behave like that again, HERE'S CANDY!". Dangit. I have to think faster.

ALRIGHT! Now just imagine, ALL THAT happened within 5-10 minutes. Boy was that absurd.

If you're yearning for an epilogue: I told the boys in da back to not acknowledge that Cade was in the room, ignore him completely, don't say his name, don't provoke him whatsoever. "If you so much as say Cade's name, you get your name on the board." (Kevin, of course, kept on insisting Cade was totally stopping them from making their group comic. I told Kevin to shove it. HAHA just kidding. Could you imagine though.) As for Cade, he remained in his seat... until the last 10 minutes of class when he started to go to the group of boys in the back again. LUCKILY he didn't scream like a dying rooster, but I had to keep on bringing him back to the front still. The beast was tamed, I had control again, and everything... ended fine.

Oh, and P.S., then this dude named Alex said he "hated Comic Class". How do I respond to that? I guess I should've felt really sad or whatever, but I just felt REALLY BAD that I couldn't entertain him with comic production. So yeah, that's just a side note.


IN HAPPIER NEWS, these two girls actually finished their comic! Correctly. YES that's one.


In any case, I am so glad I get paid for this. Hehe.

My First Honk

WANNA SEE A MAGIC TRICK?! Okay hold on. ...and no, it doesn't involve a pen.

Right now I could probably talk about the crazy summer writing workshop last week, my unruly students at work, the very dark knight, my FACE portrait for art class, or my Metro adventure yesterday (Metro, not metro). BUT I WON'T! Instead, I'll tell you about a random tid bit of my life, and you will read it anyway.

If you read the title of the post you might assume that "My First Honk" is some witty way of declaring the first time I ate a goose or something. But oh no. It's all literal. This post is about the first time I honked at someone from my car.

Now, you might still be reading this post thinking "Okay, why is this such a big deal?!", and you'd be perfectly normal if you thought that, you weirdo. But ysee, when I started driving, I always anticipated the day I would honk at someone. As you might've guessed, I'm not an impatient person, so the day when I honk at some car to move is the day that... well is a very notable day indeed.

Continuing my story (or starting it)... I drive up behind this white van. Let's call the van "Embarro", cuz that sounds cool. He and I are stopped at an intersection, Embarro being in front and I second in line. We're in this lane that goes straight, but the lane next to us gets a left green and we stay red. Embarro moves about 5 feet forward until he realizes that it was a different lane that got the green. Now is when I would've yelled "ROFL, NOOOBTASTIC, GG!"... if I used such lingo. lol.

Our lane finally gets the green to go, but Embarro doesn't move. He... well, he just stays there. The cars next to us have already gone and I'm just kinda stuck because this fool in front is oblivious to the light.

Then...

I honk.

Embarro jerks a little and drives on. I have just made my first honk! CHYUH! The reason I called him "Embarro", btw, is because he must've been QUITE embarrassed! Either that, or must've been QUITE drunk. It's just that "Drunko" really doesn't sound as cool.

And that's my story! Okay yknow what, I probably should've talked about my metro trip instead (it has train things!). Although I wouldn't have been able to execute my magic trick... of using up 5 minutes of you day! SHAZAM! Yeah I think I'm losing my wittiness.