Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
So, Prom.
Y'know how when something totally crappy happens to you, you feel like you should've seen it coming? Like, there were signs along the path to this ultimate ruination?
I knew my day was going to suck as soon as my laptop stopped working. Fuck, I thought, I'm off to great start. Then I remove all the furniture from my room. I would regret this move later in the day. I paint my room for several hours, then get into my $1500 Gucci last season tux and head to prom.
Prom, or as it should be called, the Maelstrom; I was sucked in and as hard as I struggled, I couldn't crawl out. Let's back up a few weeks, to me asking a girl to prom. Really like her, too. She says no. Disheartened, I seek an explanation. She tells me that she doesn't believe in prom, and thinks it's a stupid idea, and that she won't go with anyone. Fair enough, says I. About fifteen minutes into the dance, she arrives. At first I'm puzzled. What is she doing here? Then I realized that she was here as my best friend's date. Wtf! Needless to say, what was left of my good mood had evaporated by this point.
During the brief intervals between their freakdancing liaisons, they would send me "concerned" looks, to make sure I was okay. Don't worry about me guys, I'm just dandy. Fuckers.
Then I go home, it's time to crash. Unfortunately, I'd moved all of my furniture out of my room. I curled up on the floor and fell asleep.
That was my day.
--------Fly High-------
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Well, I just got back from the movie.
It was a lot of fun. I don't think I acted like too much of a moron, which is good. Nikki seemed to enjoy herself too. She's really beautiful. I kinda felt out of place sitting next to her, looking like ass, smelling like ass, and talking like, well Patrick.
Funny story. I realized how bad I smelled of sweat on the bus, so I went to 7-11, bought deodorant, and applied it PRECIOUS SECONDS before Nikki arrived. Lol why was I so sweaty? Well, I'd just tackled a shoplifter. Full on spartan POUNCED on the bastard.
This guy is walking briskly towards the door of my work. Carrying many expensive things that were not quite paid for. I tail him to the door, and ask to see a receipt. Takes one look at me and books. My manager points.
"After him!"
"Right fucker, you asked for it."
This is the ridiculously not-dull-like-every-fucking-day-at-work part of the story. I spring over the counter, land in a crouch and sprint at the guy, who is now halfway through the parking lot. I leap into the air behind him, and come down with my arm across his back, my elbow on his shoulder. He goes down FAST. "Now then sir, let's go back inside."
He grunted a surrender, and I brought him back to the manager.
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Monday, May 21, 2007
It's over. Not just the production, but the department is finished.
And now here I am, standing amdist the wreckage that signifies the end of an era.
I got through it.
Sure, there are others. And some unfriendly faces are still around in the aftermath, but this is a major step. Whoever takes over the program now will be different. Someone that'll take the whole department in a new direction. Maybe there's hope yet.
We can hope.
--------Fly High-------
Friday, May 18, 2007
Fuck. Last night was incredibly.........well, it was different.
I was walking home from Hotwire when four cruisers streaked past me, sirens blaring. Being an adventure-loving youth, I figured I'd be able to check out the action on my way home if I was lucky.
Unfotunately, the action turned out to be my home. I get halfway down my driveway and I'm stopped by a cruiser, and then prompty surrounded by officers. I'm told I can't go that way.
"Um, I live there."
"You can't go down there."
"Um, it's my house. What's going on?"
"You can't go down there. We're going to have to ask you to leave."
"Why??"
"FUCK OFF, kid!"
Basically. Night shift cops swear a lot, I've found.
So, I give up on my house, go back to the Hotwire, meet up with my friends and we drive to get beer, and then go to the park. We get pulled over four times on the way to the 7-11, and then three more times on the way to the park, one of these times we were literally surrounded by a circle of cars. Guns were drawn at one point.
Oh, and Galactus is trying to hook me up with this chick. More about that later.
--------Fly High-------
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Japan has brought us great things.
The best things are:
-Sumo wrestling
-Extreme Elimination Challenge
-Anime
-And of course, GIANT ROBOTS!!!
--------Fly High-------
Monday, May 14, 2007
Things I have seen today:
-Two freshmen hitting each other
-Jake sleeping in class
-Melody wearing the same hat as me
Things I haven't seen:
-Devin
-The
This is a problem. Also, I might need to start looking for a new roommate. Hopefully not.
--------Fly High-------
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
I didn't mean it.
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All of this bullshit.
I hate it. I shouldn't have to lose someone I love before I can have a more "wholesome perspective" forced on me.
Keep your fucking solitude, I don't want any of it . I don't need time to think, to contemplate things and struggle with depression and friendlessness and all that other crap.
I just want her back.
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