| The Poetry Slam: Or How I've Already Fucked Up |
[26 Aug 2005|01:38pm] |
I guess it's good that I found out that she only wants to be friends now, because I don't know how many more poetry slams and shit of that sort I could take under the false pretenses of pseudo-relationship advancement.
A couple of notes worth mentioning from the poetry slam:
UNDERAGE DRINKING! Unfortunately, I drove so I had to pass on the bottle of cheap wine and mason jar full of corn whiskey.
Some of the shit is good, but most bombed. I understand the concept of freedom of expression, but do you really need to go back on "stage" three fucking times, especially when the third time is to sing a shitty song in a shitty singing voice.
One guy did some actually kick ass poetry, mostly about being in love and fucking up, all that shit, which I kind of had to settle for in leu of getting wasted. Not to suggest that I've been in love, but I can relate to the being a fuck up part.
Others used a guitar and sang some covers of some bands I hadn't heard of, but would actually listen to.
At the end of the night, this homeless man who had left earlier to purchase some spirits came back and had been drinking, so at the end he gets pissed (I still don't know the reason why and I wasn't about to ask because I was worried that my car had been towed and wanted to get the fuck out of there regardless) and drops his bottle, breaking it. Then he walks a bit and smashes it on the ground, and got banned from the Civil Media Center.
Most of this comes as bitter, and ehh, it's how I was feeling about last night in general. I know that I would've been feeling lackluster about the poetry slam regardless.
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| I still sip MC Chris, you drink piss [even though it was almost a week ago] |
[28 Jul 2005|12:03pm] |
Right now at the Museum of Science, and the highlight thus far besides seeing this really hot chick and exchanging looks is being able to use the internet for the first time since before the MC Chris show last Saturday.
MC CHRIS SHOW
Besides having a little awkward run-in with some people, MC Chris was THE SHIT! The two metal bands that opened for him were fucked up though. The first one had a black guy as the lead singer, then the next one featured an emo kid. All they ever seemed to sing about was darkness since that was the only word I could make out amongst the screaming that they did.
MC Chris was brilliant. The guy really knows how to put on a show. He was on for about an hour, and really catered to the crowd. He did two encores and the entire place was fucking singing along. When he sang "White Kids Like Hip-Hop" everyone was fucking chanting along to the tagline of the song in a creepy, possessed kind of way. He also gave word of [adult swim] shows: Sealab was cancelled (Yay!) and ATHF is back in December (Yay!).
BOSTON
Pretty much the highlight was on Monday. Went to Newbury Comics, the main store. That place is fucking huge! Three store fronts. I am in possession of what has to be the world's greatest belt. It's an airplane seat belt belt. Any pisshead can have a car seat belt belt, but an airplane seatbelt? I would have had to have been retarded not to get it. There were also some cool shirts that I passed up, like "Jesus Saves" and he was a goalie so it was funny as hell, but not in my size, and a CCCP shirt at the Virgin MegaStore which I'm thinking of going back and getting.
Also, saw Charlie in IMAX, in a fucking furniture store of all places. The place is fucking retarded, like there's all this shit you can do at Jordan's Furniture, but it's like the store comes second to all the other crazy shit. The 3D cartoon at the beginning was great, but it was kind of a letdown when the booming voice was like, "You may now take off your 3D glasses." In any event, IMAX is the shit. I got to see directly into Johnny Depp's fucking pores.
Riding the subway hasn't been bad. Didn't get lost and while walking around town, so yay for my sense of direction.
The Chronic: PART III
Smoked in a dark alley at Las Olas last Wednesday. I'm getting closer to being high. Going to finish the rest of it up when I get back [there's still about half of it left].
Coming back on Saturday. Laters.
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As cheesy as it is to use that song to say it, this being the longest amount of vacation I've had in two years, I'm doin' it.
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[18 Jul 2005|07:44am] |
Today begins the day that I turn my D+ in Calculus into a B. I'm going on three days in a row of being here on time. Granted, I'm here wicked early right now because I want to work out, and there's always the possibility that I dick around and end up being late, but the tardiness problem seems to have corrected itself since I feel guilty sneaking in habitually two minutes late. We have the last regular test tomorrow and Wednesday, and I have a decent chance of getting an A on that, and then the Final which counts as three tests for me, so if I get like a 92 on it, I gots a B.
I feel bad for making fun of Adrian for plotting and scheming since that's exactly what I'm doing, rather than studying or giving a crap about the class. One week left. Yay.
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| SHAOLIN SOCCER |
[12 Jul 2005|08:15pm] |
Stephen Chow is the shit. Kung Fu Hustle was all around better, but that's to be expected considering that was made after Shaolin Soccer, and he had been established and had a better storyline and bigger budget.
The concept was great, and the movie went full circle, at the end with the chicks doing kung fu, since that was part of his selling kung fu to the cripple-exsoccer star, Golden Leg. The fact that they kept in special moves, but more subtley, since they didnt announce the names of the moves. It was still cool though like how it was all I'm kicking a fireball, or I can make wind and then combo move over to the kicking guy, we win. And then the goalie who's all, "Why you kickin' me your shoes? I'm just gonna pile them up on the soccer ball then throw it to Steel Leg who will then fuck up your goalie.
So in summation: fucking awesome movie, and funny as hell too.
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| Black Zombie |
[07 Jul 2005|03:47pm] |
Went to IHOP and the Gateway with Kenny today. The main thing that happened was that I told him that I hung out with Monica, and he didn't dump me or anything, not that he would because that would be belittling him as a person to think that he would dump me over hanging out with Monica, but I was still worried about how he would take it. Everything's cool though, so that is such a huge fucking relief.
Newho. Land of the Dead. What a piece of shit. Got my hopes up for nothing. There were three geniunely cool moments, everything else was crap. Yeah, the black zombie was nice, which I tried to argue for in his defense but Kenny had a point that he got kind of gimmicky.
Awesome Moment #1: Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright (Star/Writer and Writer/Director of Shaun of the Dead) had cameos.
Awesome Moment #2: John Leguizamo is pissed and in the "Dead Reckoning" super truck mobile, and sees a Mexican zombie mowing the parking lot. Clearly racist but funny as hell. So he says something like, "If it weren't for this gig, I'd be like that poor Mexican bastard." And the camera looks at the monitor in the deathmobile and you see the Mexican zombie walking in a circle in the parking lot mowing it with a push-mower. Fucking hilarious.
Awesome Moment #3: The greedy Jew mayor (his name was Kaufman so he Jewish) tells an associate to "Look out! Get down!" So the crouches down on the ground, and the Kaufman guy shoots him in the head. Also funny as hell.
The previews which we'd already seen before during Rock School was better than the movie. On a semi-related note, the people at the Gateway are really nice. As we were leaving they asked us how we liked the movie, and then outside there was another employee who was changing the garbage bag in a trash bin and he also asked how the movie was. Really cool place and it's nice to have finally found an indie movie theeater.
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| The Fourth of July |
[06 Jul 2005|01:09pm] |
So this summer has largely been about cramming three and a half years worth of a high school life into about six months, since I started having self-esteem after the makeover dealie with Phil and Keytin. It's amazing how much a haircut and new clothes can change one's disposition.
Part I
So I'm really bad with judging time in terms of getting to places on time. It seems like I barely make it on time, or I'm a few minutes late, which when dealing with a bitchy teacher, is a really bad habit. So I picked up Keytin about five minutes after I said I would, but this time it didn't come back to bite me on the ass since we got to Stephanie's before the roads closed. Yay. Nerded it up with Phil and Flash talking about Magic for a half hour and listening to music I've never heard of. The parade was interesting. Some candidate for some shit pos-ish was throwing out Jew water (he was Jewish) and that was funny for some reason. It was like Zephyrhills presents Jew water. After that, went to Tate's and had Japanese soda. The Japanese know how to fucking make soda. First off, it was a glass bottle and number two you had to press down with this white plastic dingle to knock this glass ball out of the top and into the bottle; good shit. Then went to Uncle Sam's.
After much deliberation and arguing later, we finally ended up at Lazer Quest. Phil and I had been seriously jonesin' for some Lazer Quest, so it was fucking awesome. Only Keytin wanted to be on Team Ass Pirates, so we ended up doing a free for all. Shinto Break isn't legal to use as a name, since it has a religion in it but I'm surprised that the cashiers had even heard of it. I think he thought I said Shit Break which is equally hilarious if less subtle. So I was Wonderboy, since I couldn't think of a more obscure Tenacious D reference. Accomplished my goal of not coming in last; came in fifth out of six, bitches.
So around four-ish, was talking to Luiza and/or Briana online [it's hard to tell which one you're talking to] and the plans to smoke the chronic did materialize. Went to Monica's and played Mario Kart with Chris, her boyfriend. Playing Mario Kart on an N64 controller is an entirely different experience than playing it on a PC pseudo PS2 controller, so needless to say I sucked ass. Prior to that, I watched Briana and Luiza look up Barbie doll pictures on Monica's new laptop while attempting to look for what material her drapes were made of.
The Chronic: Part II
I'm still fascinated by drug paraphenalia. Watching Chris clean the bowl and then put in a new filter and then seeing how it worked, it was just like watching the guy make a joint at the Willie Nelson concert, fucking awe inspiring. In talking to Keytin about it, apparently I didn't inhale properly, since your lungs have to hurt before you exhale. I coughed up the shit, so I might have done it correctly but not enough to get high. It is extremely disappointing having to be unhigh while everyone else is high, since you're the only one that can focus enough to keep on subject during a conversation. Leg titties are hilarious even when not high, so that was cool.
So it ended up that Monica and I ended up taking them home. I figured I had to say my piece, and even though I may have laid it on a bit thick and I didn't get exactly the response I was looking for, though I wasn't shot down since I said, "If you want me to back the fuck down, I will," and she didn't say that. I'm not sure how much she remembers because she was only slightly less effed up at that point, since she went down on the bowl pretty hard and was clearly high. One more try and if it doesn't work out, then it doesn't work out.
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| ROCK SCHOOL |
[20 Jun 2005|09:06pm] |
Yesterday saw ROCK SCHOOL at the Gateway with Kenny and Tony. The movie wasn't as good as we thought it would be, but it still showed some promise. As a general rule of thumb, when you have hot chicks in your rock school, you should want to exploit them and make money off of them as per your plan, rather than sending two piece of shit nine year olds to butcher classic Black Sabbath songs like "Iron Man." It was cool though in that I who up until today hadn't practiced guitar for over a year and a half am still better than some douchebag little kid. Yay!
So during the movie, after this horrible kid was practicing in a lesson, I rather loudly and obnoxiously proclaimed, SLICED BREAD REUNION TOUR!. You know you folks are hankering for some fucking Sliced Bread. I pulled out my guitar just to see what I could do, and suprisingly it came back relatively quickly. Practiced "Paranoid," "Iron Man," and "Wonderboy." So provided Kenny and Tony practice some shit, we's back, bitches.
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| With A Little Help From My Friends |
[12 Jun 2005|09:52am] |
Having had some time to sleep, think, reflect, and react to how essentially perfect last night went, I'm better able to articulate how "fuck yes" last night was. Also, the fact that such large scale and elaborate plans actually worked is a first for me.
So I found out that I didn't have to pick up/drop off Kenny, but in truth it would not have been an inconvenience, plus given how things turned out, the car ride would not have been awkward silence.
MapQuest and I are like the worst combination of navigator and cartographer ever. This was like the "lowpoint" of the night, and I know Lauren was getting po'ed, but I can't help that I'm retardo when it comes to driving anywhere that I haven't been to before. I did get her home like two minutes before curfew, despite like two detours on the way home.
Now going into how everyone played their part perfectly, then getting into how fucking dumb the movie was, yet still ended up being funny because it was so stupid and didn't try to be serious. Plus, I have a newfound respect for George Lopez.
Lauren was amazing. She clicked with Kenny and Tony, and actually got Eileen to talk[!], which rarely happens. To be able to show off how great, how likeable, how down-to-Earth/easy to talk to, and how hot someone is, and then they live up to and exceed the hype is extremely rewarding when the people you've talked to about her actually see what you've said is true.
Kenny was the shit. I wish he didn't sit in the row up top of us because it kind of took him out of the commenting factor of the movie, but when he contributed, laughs a plenty. Anytime spent with him is cherished because I don't see him enough, but this summer's gonna be different.
Tony was great too. I'm actually glad I sat next to him at the movie, because I've never watched a movie with him before. He was funny and perceptive, and we sort of had a MST3000 going with Lauren, him, and me. Him coming and being pisser makes me want to hang out with him more.
And now for the actual movie. Pretty good, even though it made no fucking sense, but then what do you expect when Robert Rodriguez's son has a fucking writing credit. The 3D sucked [damn you James Cameron! and you're shitty 3D camera], the entire movie was purple, and I wish I had remembered that from when I saw Spy Kids 3D. George Lopez was great. Not because he put into a particularly good performance, but more for the fact that he pretty much played everyone in the damn movie. The guy had four credits, and it's not like he actually changes the inflection/tone/accent of his voice to throw you off. It was basically like, it's another character with a slightly Spanish accent, bet it's George Lopez again.
Afterwards, we sat by the water and it was so tempting to drop kick this guy on a cell phone into the water and then cheese it.
Basically, last night exceeded my expectations for how I thought it would go.
P.S.: Phil, Roger, and Stephanie: We owe you a raincheck for not hanging out with you last night.
P.P.S.: Phil, I hope that it wasn't because of me that you didn't go with Stephanie and Roger. If it was, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to blow you off.
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| Today |
[09 Jun 2005|11:19pm] |
Today was just one of those days. Now usually, people begin to say that when the day was ass, but not the case.
Put the sticker on my car, using the Rockstar Games logo (basically just an 'R' with the star at the bottom of it) to cover up the R in SATURN on my bumper. So it looks both cool and dumb as hell.
So after school, went to Lauren's house and had a kick ass movie/game/tv show marathon. It's great when people educate you in things they like, in this case two awesome films, and you actually like what they're trying to sell you.
Boondock Saints was great. Willem Dafoe is so underappreciated as an actor, and he was just fucking brilliant over here. The way how he would analyze the crime scene and tell the douche regular joe cop to get him some shit, funny as hell. Then after analyzing it, the movie would flashback to the two Irishmen killing the bad people.
100 Girls was also good, though I liked Boondock Saints more. But 100 Girls was really funny, and a lot of what the characters mentioned was true, about the views/roles of men and women in society. It was cool how the guy ended up with the hottest chick in the end. And his friend with the dick weights was great, Rob I think it was?
So for dinner, Lauren made it, which was really cool of her to do, and it was good. Then watched the MTV Movie Awards, Jimmy Fallon kicked ass in the Episode III sketch.
You know you've had a good time when its like the time goes from 1PM to then like 7PM to 10PM. Kicked ass.
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| San Andreas |
[07 Jun 2005|08:57pm] |
While in theory the game came out yesterday at 5PM, upon which hearing said rumours I went to GameStop, it turns out they didn't but were going to have it at 11AM. So right after school I got my ass over there and picked it up. And didn't play it. Ate lunch, took a nap. I was somewhat scared about getting a Dirty Disk Error, since I have an original XBOX (got it at launch with three shitty games).
The way it starts off is pretty good; I think I'm just now finishing up the tutorials. The eating thing kind of sucks, but once the gym opened up, it's like you have to eat. The gym minigames are pretty fun, and you can see the results of your Carpal Tunnel on the character.
The best character so far is Big Smoke. He looks like he was in Run DMC wit de hat, and de glasses, and de sneakers. He awesome. They improved shooting now, with a targeting reticule that also shows a colour related to the person your aiming at's health. The driving takes a while getting used to, and I like the way the cars looked in Vice City as compared to here, even though the graphics are better (but only marginally, you won't defecate your trousers over this shit).
The clothes thing is cool too. My guy looks like fucking Eddie Murphy with this shirt and 'stache. He awesome (CJ, the character, not Eddie Murphy). The whole improving your character's stats thing is addictive and gives an rpg-ish feel to an otherwise action/adventure type game.
Rockstar Games kicks ass.
Newho.
Two random poll questions:
Number one: I'm in the market for a new belt. Which is better: a web-belt with a seatbelt belt buckle, or a leather pyramid stud belt (with either two or three rows)?
Secondly: Should I put the Rockstar Games logo sticker on my car?
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| You pass, but barely. You know what you got? F+ click. |
[03 Jun 2005|10:07pm] |
So while I didn't kick ass at the art of socialization, I wouldn't say I was a fizzle either. I'm not the best at meeting strangers, but I know my Chris Rock/Anthony Hopkins twins separated at birth idea is funny, and they seemed to like it, so whatever. I didn't suck as bad as I could have.
Stephanie's party. I had a fun time. It was cool that Phil showed up, and that Lauren was nice enough to let me leave my car at her house and drive (thank you). The people were cool, and I felt pretty comfortable. Chappelle's Show was so underappreciated, but I guess you would have to see the original sketches to get why the bloopers are so fucking hilarious. But +1 to Lauren for giving it a second chance.
The shirt thing. Yeah, I wore (two) shirts while swimming. That's my thing. We discussed it on the way home, and the reasoning behind the shirts seems to be null. She was very accepting of it, and I hope that that's the case, because it did a lot for me.
P.S.: Good luck on the SATs, though by the time you read this, most likely you will have taken them already, making this statement void.
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| The Friendship Pre-Test |
[02 Jun 2005|07:43pm] |
[Tomorrow if I'm happy with the results, then I'll all be like yeah, I kicked ass and call the entry "Friendship Test" and be all wit de Tenacious D.]
The Gym.
I didn't get the kind of workout I would have liked, but the day went way better than just get sweaty for an hour and go home and a take a nap. I did crunches, and that's like my top priority, so the rest is okay that I skipped it.
Newho.
So I sat with Lauren and Gina while they cooled down and were stretching from the elliptical trainer. Then this wicked cool guy, Denny (Danny? He cool whatever the fuck his name is), eventually pays for our lunch. I can understand him paying for those two, but me, it's like I just met you, but thank you, you's awesome.
So the point of this is that I feel I was somewhat successful in being able to talk with people I'm not really familiar with (excluding Lauren). Tomorrow, I'm going into a situation similar to the play in that I'm meeting her friend(s), and I'm not very good at being talkative with people for the first time.
Learning from the play, I've changed my scope of reality from 'Me vs. Them' to a collective 'Us.' It's not me against the world, and if you go in there thinking that, you've already lost. The people sound cool and it's hopefully different then watching a play acted out by high schoolers who are in love with Jesus. Hopefully.
So after lunch at this place near Pizza Loft-- as an aside to that, finally some other people that fucking have heard of and like Pizza Loft. It's the shit-- I went to Sawgrass and got some boardshorts or whatever at Sawgrass. Then went to Coral Square to get something for someone who become of legal smoking age tomorrow.
P.S.: Lauren, don't apologize about me missing my workout. I had my priorities straight.
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Whenever you see a shortcut after it's just rained, for God's sake don't be a hero and go for the shortcut. Take the sidewalk and save yourself a lot of sadness, in this case wet shoes that go 'squish' when you walk and wet socks up to your ankles in the wet.
If you see me tomorrow and my ass seems bigger it's because I'll be wearing an adult diaper (Depends brand adult diaper) because it's more than likely that I shall deficate myself at least once during the course of the Calculus test, and according to the teacher I'll need the entire period so that rules out a bathroom break.
And thanks to Lauren for letting me borrow the Zach Braff book. I actually plan to read it, unlike most other books I get which become excellent dust collectors.
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[31 May 2005|09:37pm] |
So today was as kick as possible.
First, totally about nailed the Managerial test, an 80 ain't bad for missing a day and not studying.
In Calc, the people spoke and said that the test shall be Thursday, which puts off me studying for that by a day.
So now for what is largely the point of this entry. It's so rewarding and/or satisfying to be able to talk to a person for what is like three hours non-stop. No debilitating awkward pauses; no crickets chirping in the background. Having so much shit in common makes it easy, as does when the person is wicked easy to talk to/down to earth. Fucking great time it was. When I don't look at my watch, I know I'm having a good time because it is like a fucking requirement that I constantly check my watch for the time. And future awkward pauses relating to certain subjects were resolved for the future so yay.
P.S. I'm planning on "acquiring" some music tomorrow. Any suggestions?
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| FLHS Grad Party, Tony Style |
[30 May 2005|10:26am] |
It was a bit weird at first going to Tony's party. We've kept in relative contact over the years since I left for CA, but were never really tight. After his party, I would like that to change.
So after hearing that Kenny was going to go, and then later finding out that Briana was going, and to be able to see Tony, I was definitely going to it. And in retrospect, I had fun and was never truly bored there.
So I picked up Briana after getting slightly lost, and made awkward small talk while listening to Muse in my car. We got there at like 12:15PM, as Tony was about to leave with his mom to pick up another one of his friends, Eileen. It was kind of offsettling that she didn't talk much, at all, while at the party. Granted, I could have done my part to make her feel more comfortable, but I never really knew her, and I felt I talked to the people I want to stay in touch with in the future.
So for like four hours, Briana and I talked to each other while enduring the occasional awkard talking to one of Tony's relatives who would happen to talk to us, and ask if/when we were graduating. Tony joined us and it was basically us three talking once he was able to sit down and rest from having to mingle with relatives. Pretty much the only downside to CA is having to explain what it is to other people, so I just said dual enrollment; graduating in a month; no, I am not a retardo.
So finally at like six, Kenny shows up. Did not miss a fucking beat. We fucking straight talked for like two hours, occasionally with Tony. Definitely going to have them more involved in my life this summer, especially with both of them soon being able to drive and having cars. I brought de funny, and they had their games too.
Highlights: reconnecting with Tony and Briana, talking to Kenny, and Tony's fucking awesome parents. They are such nice people. They kept asking us if we wanted food, and as we were leaving, Tony's mom said I was welcome at their home anytime. That meant a lot, especially since that was my first time meeting his parents. Awesome people. I wish I had shaken Tony's popop's hand as I was leaving, but I was doing the keychain on my finger thing and I couldn't get it off in time. The man's hand deserved to be shook, even if he didn't go for the motion.
P.S. Thanks Kenny for The Watchmen and the episodes of Spaced.
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| Reefer Madness |
[27 May 2005|03:47pm] |
Since I've seen and liked the movie, I feel that it's appropriate that I use it as the title of this entry since a large part of the following will be devoted to relating my experiences of smoking the chronic for the first time [Kenny, I'm sorry but the place was so fucking perfect to do it. I mean a fucking Nelso concert? You almost have to.]
While it was Willie Nelson concert, I got my first hit during the Bob Dylan part. The music blurred together before I smoked it, not after, not that I got high. The hype associated with reefer is largely overrated. I had this huge idea built up in my head, but it was largely dashed once I got my two hits in. Granted, I probably would have had to have smoked an entire joint to get high, but the first hit should still be something special.
How did I get the hits? With Keytin's help, of course. I didn't and still don't know the proper ettiquette for asking "May I please get a hit off that, kind sir?" These two fellows approached the "pile" (constructed entirely of ponchos and Diet Coke w/ Lime bottles} and started rolling blunts. For ten minutes I stared mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off the process. Earlier, an old couple had been passing around a joint, and the couple themselves were sweet. The old guy would take a hit, then exhale into his wife's mouth. Aww, how cute, right? So Keytin starts sweet talking this one guy, and that eventually parlayed itself into both of us gaining access to his joint.
Instantaneously I felt something, but I was sure if it was real or manufactured. Essentially, I didn't know if I was feeling it because I wanted so much to buy into the hype or because the shit was actually working. Regardless, my back and legs felt better for about ten minutes. It's generally not the best idea to work out your legs/ass and then have to stand for three hours later that same day.
Newho.
The Rest.
The Music. Wille Nelson wasn't bad. I mean, he ain't my favourite but the music was more than tolerable. Some people started giving me the bidness because I said a little loudly that I wasn't exactly feeling the music. Bob Dylan was so much better. Essentially, one long fucking hour of unstructured jam session. You can't understand what he's singing so the music tends to blur together into one giant song. Highlights of Dylan: the chello, the guitarist with his solos, and THE FIDDLER! He only played it one song, but when he did his solo, it was a thing of beauty.
Getting there was interesting. Halfway there, after I had picked up Keytin, as it is raining heavily, the driver's side windshield wiper breaks. It wouldn't entirely wipe. We pulled into a strip mall and went to this shitty supermarket looking for pliers. I assumed the problem was a loose screw. Shrug. Regardless, they of course didn't carry tools, so the rest of the way I drove looking through the other side of the window with Keytin telling me to get back into my lane since I was swerving all over the place.
Her friends that were there weren't as intimidating as I had pictured. I mean I know I only aspire to reach their levels of cool, but I didn't feel totally out of place. Yeah, I was the quiet boy but it didn't really matter. The only time I felt out of place was when they talked about music, which was ova my head.
After the show, we went driving around for food. This involved driving up and down University and Sample for at least a half hour until we found the elusive Denny's she and her mom had been arguing about that was/wasn't there. At like 12:30-1 AM in the morning, Denny's tastes pretty fucking good.
So today, I wore the same rain soaked, reefer smelling clothes because I was tired as hell. I'm sure that reflected quite well in my Accounting test which I so bombed. The fact that I missed last Friday which was the only fucking day she discussed one of the chapters also contributed.
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| BREAKING NEWS!!! |
[26 May 2005|01:01pm] |
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THIS JUST IN... RETARDO MAY IN FACT NOT BE A RETARDO?!
Holy shit, right? So I'm driving home, and I see him at the cross walk. I'm waiting for the light to change and the guy is walking diagonally through the intersection. He waves at a car, and I'm like, welp, that's Retardo for you. But then some car beeps at him to get the fuck out of the way and he flips the guy off! Retardos are supposed to be happy-go-lucky, not angry to be able to flip off someone. Plus, he's a retardo so how could he understand the subtlety associated with that hand gesture?
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| Fuck yo couch, nigga'. |
[24 May 2005|06:06pm] |
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CHAPPELLE'S SHOW SEASON 2 DVD UNCENSORED! Get it now at Target for $24.99 plus a free $5 gift card. They are literally paying you five bucks to buy something you were already going to purchase.
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