i look for opportunities to feel jovial and stupid because recent studies have shown that laughter actually has its healthier benefits, and i want to get better, i really do.
yesterday i went with anthony to his medical check-up. i had never been to the doctor's without having something being wrong with me, so it was kind of weird just being a watcher. i am no stranger to that type of eerily sterile enviorment.
there was this fish tank in the waiting room with four tropical fish straight out of the movie finding nemo. i still need to see that movie, by the way, but from what i've already seen, it wouldn't be farfetched to assume that the selection of those fish were inspired by nemo. fuck, nemo was in that tank! and then there was that flat, blue neon fish, and the bright yellow fish, and this really fat, gray, ugly motherfucker with teeth. oh my god that fish was fucking scary, although i don't think he was portrayed in such a way in the movie.
after the hospital, we went to roger's house. i had never eaten pineapple that tasted like the shit roger's mom offered us, oh my god that was some of the most fantabulous fruit ever. and we watched bits from zoolander, which incidentally, is funny to me again. owen wilson is the greatest (hansel!), but i have to give it to ben stiller. the roles he played in zoolander and the royal tenenbaums have to be my favorites.
we hop-scotched from roger's to anthony's to jefferson community center, to watch some b-boys and b-girls hone their craft... fucking circus monkey sideshow freaks. haha, just kidding, even though that shit is gay. JUST KIDDING AGAIN! anyway, i felt sort of weird, since most of the spectators were boaters, and i didn't want to be associated with those randos. it was also weird to watch some of the vixens, who were in the issue of ym that i last read, in person. i should have brought that mag and got them to autograph it, like a fanboy or something, even though i think all of that shit is weak.
nah, i'm just playing, for real. as kksi used to say, "don't get your hymen in a knot." oh yeah, we got free pizza and coke at the community center, which kind of ruined our appetite for chicken wings.
but we still went down to the u-district for some chicken. we walked by the place and it was packed with college co-eds, so we walked down the street a little bit, but we decided to rolly the fuck out, and go to linda's.
and then... and then... we watched this utterly pointless horror flick called wrong turn. scary movies are only tight if bruce campbell is up in that sucka, SUCKA!
makes my life seem eventful. but it's not how it used to be. i miss the days of summer when we used to do stuff all day, every day. oh well. yesterday was just a tribute to those times, times when i could be an aimless drifter with my many comrades on our raft, steadily adding to our collective hive of experiences. but now... i'm flying solo, cholo, with my movies and my manga as my escape rope.
ronin.
yesterday i went with anthony to his medical check-up. i had never been to the doctor's without having something being wrong with me, so it was kind of weird just being a watcher. i am no stranger to that type of eerily sterile enviorment.
there was this fish tank in the waiting room with four tropical fish straight out of the movie finding nemo. i still need to see that movie, by the way, but from what i've already seen, it wouldn't be farfetched to assume that the selection of those fish were inspired by nemo. fuck, nemo was in that tank! and then there was that flat, blue neon fish, and the bright yellow fish, and this really fat, gray, ugly motherfucker with teeth. oh my god that fish was fucking scary, although i don't think he was portrayed in such a way in the movie.
after the hospital, we went to roger's house. i had never eaten pineapple that tasted like the shit roger's mom offered us, oh my god that was some of the most fantabulous fruit ever. and we watched bits from zoolander, which incidentally, is funny to me again. owen wilson is the greatest (hansel!), but i have to give it to ben stiller. the roles he played in zoolander and the royal tenenbaums have to be my favorites.
we hop-scotched from roger's to anthony's to jefferson community center, to watch some b-boys and b-girls hone their craft... fucking circus monkey sideshow freaks. haha, just kidding, even though that shit is gay. JUST KIDDING AGAIN! anyway, i felt sort of weird, since most of the spectators were boaters, and i didn't want to be associated with those randos. it was also weird to watch some of the vixens, who were in the issue of ym that i last read, in person. i should have brought that mag and got them to autograph it, like a fanboy or something, even though i think all of that shit is weak.
nah, i'm just playing, for real. as kksi used to say, "don't get your hymen in a knot." oh yeah, we got free pizza and coke at the community center, which kind of ruined our appetite for chicken wings.
but we still went down to the u-district for some chicken. we walked by the place and it was packed with college co-eds, so we walked down the street a little bit, but we decided to rolly the fuck out, and go to linda's.
and then... and then... we watched this utterly pointless horror flick called wrong turn. scary movies are only tight if bruce campbell is up in that sucka, SUCKA!
makes my life seem eventful. but it's not how it used to be. i miss the days of summer when we used to do stuff all day, every day. oh well. yesterday was just a tribute to those times, times when i could be an aimless drifter with my many comrades on our raft, steadily adding to our collective hive of experiences. but now... i'm flying solo, cholo, with my movies and my manga as my escape rope.
ronin.
posted by Jocagu at 11/11/2003 01:29:00 PM
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