Love and Ryder

swag me

This is how I was feeling going out in LA.. at least at Eden

So we went to two places, the first one being some new night club called The Beverly (Claire ended up going to the Kardashian Party with Lauren later) ..Side note: Right when we're about to walk into the club, Dane Cook pops out of nowhere and introduces himself to each of us.

.. The Beverly could be described as this super obnoxious, high-matenience club where A-List celebrities and every beautiful tall lanky white woman/Tall dark and handsome guys with 5 o'clock shadows show up at. Every one is rich and fashionable and arrogant and you walk around like your shit does not stink, what-so-ever. It was so swanky. I think I was one of four black people in the entire building. I didn't mind the place at all, I felt really important being there lol, but my friends wanted to dip into something more hip-hop cultured so that's what we did.

By this time, I've smoked some random guys weed, I'm four shots of Patron in and drunk, but I do remember this:

We're greeted by a driver when leaving the Beverly. Jackie gives him a twenty and he takes us to Eden in his nice black Escalade (or some big car) so we pull up again looking all important and shit. It's routine now to skip lines and not pay for entrance fees.
All kinds of familiar faces once we get inside. The ones I saw were Carmelo and Lala Anthony and Terry Kennedy. Another drink is handed to me and even though I spilled it about 4 times, I drunk that too. I was fucking hammered man.. but I didn't fall, throw-up, or need to be carried.

The rest of the night is bla bla bla.

Los Angeles, First Day

It'll be easiest to break down this trip into days, so that's what I'm going to do.



Jet Life



Upon arrival, I pretty much immediately met up with Claire and Erika whose flight came in the same time as mine. Jackie's hasn't flew in yet, she was coming from Winnipeg (Canada). We're waiting for Claire's friend to pick us up from the airport ... It's none other than Lauren fucking Conrad. And I say that being completely sarcastic, but you couldn't match any closer. Practically out of nowhere, this beautiful dirty blonde bombshell in this all white, open-back short-jumper dressed with these cute royal blue open-toed heels frolics over and greets us. Shortly after, I meet her boyfriend (who of course is 6'3, blonde hair blue eyes).

I'm going to tell you right now that the first half of my trip had to be scenes recorded for The Hills or Laguna Beach.

We start packing up the car which initiated this mission... There's 5 people plus 3 of ours luggage fitting into the 5 seater Audi. We have to free up room in the car to pick up Jackie so we decide to drop off some of Connors stuff at their University (LMU) down the street from LAX. This story would be too much to write, but in summary, we tried about 3 different times to get Lost and Found to hold Connor's suitcase and skinboard for only an hour; they WOULD NOT DO IT. One way or another we start random conversation with this slightly sophisticated-ghetto security guard. This was the point in the trip when I knew for sure how cliche everything else was going to be. So Claire's friend, Lauren Conrad, is talking to security about how upset she is that Lost and Found wouldn't hold their things and even though she's totally milking it, you can tell she's being truthful. She's like, "Me and Connor pay 50,000 dollars a year to go here and my Dad donates every year to this school. I will call him and tell him to cut his fundings"
Over it. Like who am I dealing with; how rich are you. That was just an example though. I heard tons more funny stories including one where Lauren got punched in the face and pissed on herself for calling people ghetto and throwing condoms at them.

But nonetheless, Claire's friend and boyfriend were an incredibly funny and cool people--from my hour and thirty minutes of being with them.



We head to our Hotel(which was not as nice as we expected so we upgraded to another room) and decide to hit happy hour at the bar ...it's like 4 pm, or so. Drinks on me like a coaster cause I was feeling myself too much. Grabbed a bite to eat then took a nap before heading out

A letter from the sky. 8/18/11 1:36pm

Good afternoon, .

It’s evident you’ll see that I’m gapping more and more time between my blog posts. I apologize once more, but this is a direct affect of me gaining a life! I’ve had one that occupied my time for perhaps 3 to 4 days out the week-and most mornings for school. However I always made time to blog. These days things are much different. A brief explanation of my absence/what the fuck have I been doing:

-School
-Work
-Side Hustle
-Moving
-Los Angeles.
-That’s it.

For kicks, you can throw boys and my hair (because that also is time consuming).
Although Summer 2 classes just ended last week, the Fall semester starts this following (which I’ve yet to register for -.-). Work is tough because It’s a twenty to twenty-five minute drive from Denton-which I’ve been working every day-but I can’t afford not to come in cause that next check is going to rent. And this side-hustle? Man. If I can break it down to you like this…

I had barely enough to buy my ticket for Los Angeles, Sunday. I found out the next night that I would need 250-300$ to put towards our hotel which -was WAY more than I expected. Tuesday morning I had dust in my wallet., but before 12AM Wednesday morning, I had 300$ cash readily available. By Wednesday night, I got another 275. I mean to tell you I made 575$ within a matter of days. I really feel like I deserve some kind of Hustlers Award-that doesn’t pertain to pornography. I won’t explain how I’m making this money, tha’d be silly. Some of you have probably already been briefed if you’re local anyways. But it’s a little funny/ridiculous I had to tell my Mom I wasn’t drug dealing/prostituting but low-key had to be serious.

Anyways though, I’m on a plane right now as I’m typing this. Headed to LA to meet up with Claire, Erika, and Jackie. .. All I know is I got enough money to be comfortable and this trip is going to be crazy. I’ve never been to Los Angeles before. Let’s see what it has in store.


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If you haven't heard, flew into Los Angeles today. Bout to go out momentarily but just trying to let y'all know I haven't had the time to blog, BUT I do have post ready as soon as I can come across some free wifi...

Got some Baller ass/hilarious write-ups to tell you guys about-can't wait

Xo

British artist Stephen Wiltshire

has managed to draw the manhattan skyline from memory. These were drawn after a half hour helicopter trip over the city.



Stephen Wiltshire was diagnosed with autism at the age of three and he has an unusually powerful photographic memory. He can look at the subject of his drawing once and reproduce it accurately with photographic detail, down to the exact number of columns or windows on a building.

Lykke Li the know a place

You can go places like here at --. http://www.treebonesresort.com/

J.K. Rowling, The Tales of Beedle the Bard

"No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental, or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe."
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Fucking rape. Talk about Rough Sex

First of all, this is hilarious.
Second of all, Shaq is a fucking bum for being in public in a wife beater and fucking jean shorts. also those hood ass loafers. womp.

Can you imagine how often Hoopz goes down on Shaq? (All the time)

I'm at a stage in my life

where I've anticipated something for about a month. Today I finally get it and I s t i l l don't know how to go about it. My standpoint is

what if it's not what I want to hear?
more dangerously- what if it's exactly what I want to hear?

Those are really the only two factors that come to mind, but the possibilities are endless in my head. Rather than the two factors I've been thinking about this whole time, I'd rather just not know.

I've been treating it like a hot-potato. Picking it up and throwing it aside. I even got as far as opening it. Still haven't read it though. it's currently on my bed. We'll see how far I get tonight.

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August 12th, 53 years ago

My Parents were born. Meet Kathy and Derric Farruya. They don't know it and I don't often express it, but I love them dearly. They think I'm really fucked in the head and rebel scum, especially my mom, but I'm really happy with the person I am today and the values/mentality I carry-- they raised me well, I'd like to think. Shoutouts to them.

My Dads a fucking asshole, but I love him nonetheless because I know how important we are to him. He's made me big on common courtesy, and taught me the art of pretending to have money. I'm a very sarcastic person myself and I definitely follow his sarcastic and sometimes crass personality traits. He's also kept me athletic. Flashbacks when I was fucking 3 years old playing baseball in our backyard, and playing catch when I was 9. When I started skating, he'd let me skate downtown. We'd walk to the YMCA and go hoop. I was basically the son he never had haha.

I think my parents divorced when I was either 4 or 5, and boy was it nasty. But I remember moving from our big ol' family house in downtown Dallas to a small 2 bedroom apartment in the suburbs, Irving, Texas... Moms gave us a mattress and I think she was sleeping on the floor. These days we live comfortably with a 3 bedroom house (my sister and I with our own living spaces), we all have our own cars (and fairly nice ones at that), and she'll be seeing her second daughter through college in 2 years. Her ambition is admirable.

My life's been pretty good thus far and I thank them for that.


Mom on the right was a Fox.. swag to the Christmas tree in the back

My dad just looks ridiculous and like the 1970's Ludacris. But he'll tell you right now that he was a bad motherfucker back in the day.

Swag to my parents.