Dang.
Because I spend so much time in smoke filled coffee shops I have become paranoid that my room smells like a stale ashtray and therefore gone on a febreze frenzy. Spraying every coat, scarf, bag and sweater in my possesion. Now my room truly does smell like ass.
Crunch Time
things I really need to do.
-take home philosophy exam
-philosophy synopsis
-philosophy term paper (he can't really want to read all this. 5 papers? come on.)
-art history term paper
-dialogue for creative writing
-one act play for creative writing
-start studying for the anthro finals.
-not create blog posts when i should be doing any of the above items.
Man. this semester needs to end.
We Did It Again.
Last week Hazel, Becca and I went out to Willie's house to make pancakes. Not just any kind of pancake, chocolate chip banana pancakes. Oh yeah. I was in charge of the bananas and as this photo shows, I got it done and made it gorgeous....or something.
Becca and Willie made the batter. And Hazel, well Hazel flipped and entertained.
As you have noticed from the photos, this was a classy venture from the start. But knowing us, we have to take it to a whole new level.
After we finish the pancakes, Becca, Hazel and I have a dance party to the Art of Noise's "Theme from Peter Gunn." During this time Hazel takes an entire pancake and shoves it in her mouth. Closely resmbeling the photo below
only, in order to make becca and I laugh harder, there is much more of it hanging out of her mouth. So we are dancing around, laughing like idiots (Hazel with what can only be described as pancake rabbies) while Willie is in the bathroom. Hazel goes dancing out into the hallway only to put it in reverse and dance right back into the the stereo room. Eyes bulging she grabs my arm and pushes me into the hall, Becca close behind. Standing in the living room is a middle aged man holding a stack of papers. Because we are already wound up and have been making fools out of ourselves all day, all we can think to do is double over laughing. I am not talking a slight chuckle here. No. I mean red faces, real tears, use one another for support laughing. We have no idea who this guy is and he in turn has no idea who we are.
We manage to calm down, a little, and go introduce ourselves and explain who we are. At this point Willie returns and greets his uncle Mark (who we refer to as Uncle Walter, dirty Uncle Walter to be exact. I am not sure why), Becca, Hazel and I quickly run to the bathroom for another laughing fit.
How is it we manage to meet people under such embarassing circumstances?
How Dave Broke His Other Ankle
If you haven't read the post titled "I Met The Neighbors" yet, please read that one before you read this one.
So while standing on Justin's front lawn, just after explaining why we were acting like ninjas and throwing flowers in his front door and who we were, my phone rang. It was my brother. Some how when I said "hey! Whats up?" to Dave someone or all of the people i was with thought i said something about Michael Bolton. How this happened, other than they were drunk, I don't know. But the result was my brother trying to explain to me that he thought he had broken his ankle while they all yelled things like "The pop star!!??!!" Finally after yelling at them to shut up, and inbetween passing cars, i was able to get that Dave had hurt his ankle, he thought it was broken but wasn't sure, his friend's mom was angry with him and could I please pick him up in the East High parking lot at 7.30am.
Well 7am comes and I wake up in a bit of a fog. Shortly after my phone rings, it's Dave, he has a ride. I roll over and go back to sleep until 10 when I call in sick to work, something I feel horrid about (No one should have to work all day with Fred. Ever. Alex I am so sorry). Back to bed for like an hour.
After some art, grilled cheese, coffee and three attempts at buying tickets to the Bright Eyes/Faint show I returned home for the day. Sensing from the fact that Dave had called me about his ankle in the middle of the night, and not (to my knowledge anyway) our parents and that his friend's mom was angry with him I guessed that Dave had probably been doing something he shouldn't have been. So I waiting until the folks had left for the evening to ask him about it. And this is the story he told me.
"So Griffen and I were shooting each other with BB Guns and he shot me in the leg and I fell in a pot hole. Well my body sorta twisted as I fell but since my foot was in the pot hole it stayed where it was. Then Griffen shot me in the head, so I shot him back and we sorta laid there for a few minutes in pain. Then Grif turned and was like 'dude. that kinda hurt' and i said 'yeah, i think i broke my ankle.' So i got up and you know how when i go up stairs I kinda jump? well I was doing that and i heard and felt a snap. and that was that. But I still walked on it all last night, you know that expression 'walk it off' ? turns out it doesn't work in every case."
I am totally going to make that clock.
I Met The Neighbors
Willie and I decided to start gin & tonic Thursdays. This week we had not only G&T Thursday and G&T Friday.
So last night we sat out on my front porch, Kiyomi, Becca, Willie and I drinking, dancing, singing and whatnot.
Around 9.30, 10 a taxi pulled up. Out sprang a man armed with a bunch of flowers. He made a mad dash across the street and up the front steps of the duplex across the street. He rang the doorbell, knocked, looked for the spare key, all to our amusement, before jumpming back into the cab and driving away leaving the flowers on the front porch. Becca, Kiyomi and I casually strolled across the street to take a look at the flowers we asumed he left for his angry girlfriend. They were very nice. We sat back down on my porch and realized that we didn't look to see if he left a letter or note or something. So we sauntered back across the street, nothing.
An hour or so goes by during which Hazel joins us and quickly catches up with those of us who are drinking, we have a dance party to the Dandy Worhals, Hazel went up to Safeway for the express purpose of buying a brownie and returned with two bags full of stuff and then it happened. The taxi returned. We quickly filled Hazel in on what had happened and took our spots to see what was going to happen.
After another mad dash across the street the man produced a key and ran into the house leaving the door open. but oh no! He forgot his flowers! So Hazel and Becca decided to go over and give him the flowers. So we all snap into ninja mode, Hazel and Becca go up to his door while Willie hides behind a tree, Kiyomi hides behind a bush and I hide behind a tree, then a bush, then the wall of my front porch. Hazel rings the bell, nothing. She knocks, nothing. So she opens the screen door and peeks in. Not seeing anyone, she turns to Becca "I am just going to leave these here" turns back to the door and places the flowers inside on the floor, looks up to see my neighbor watching her. RUN AWAY!! She runs down the steps across, the street and joins me in my hiding place, as do Willie and Kiyomi. We peek over the little wall to see what is going on and notice that he is sitting there talking to Becca. Gradually we all stand up and mosey across the street where we introduce ourselves and explain (or as much as you can under such circumstances) what is going on. His name is Justin, he is very drunk and finds the whole thing just as funny as we do. He explains that the flowers are his roomates (its her birthday) and that he was locked out so had to go back to the bar to get the key.
Around midnight it is time for Becca to go home. Originally Willie was going to give her a ride but he has had far too much to drink to be driving, in fact he offered me a ride home, which i must say, would have been interesting. So Kiyomi agrees to drive her home. We once again ninja move our way across the street to my house. As we are saying goodbye we see Justin run down his front lawn, hide behind a tree, cross the street, hide behind another tree then run up my front steps where he proceeds to throw a flower at us before we all keel over laughing.
While kiyomi and Willie escort Becca home Hazel and I invite Justin to hang out on our side of Downing street. A few minutes later a taxi pulls up carrying his roomates. Naturally we all hide on my front porch and decide to fuck with them. Because this is the first time Justin and I have met, they think he has drunkenly taken over my front porch. And so starts the introductions and the telling of what has, to us anyway, become a very amusing story indeed. The next thing you know we are back at their house for drinks. Kiyomi and Willie rejoin us. There are digereedoo (sp?) lessons, the one woman flirts with willie hardcore, much to the amusement of Kiyomi and I.
After awhile we go home. And that my friends is how I met my neighbors.
Jon Crosby Is My Hero
As many of you that know me already know, I love Jon Crosby aka VAST. He is my friend on myspace. I adore him. Today there was a bulletin posted by him that read: " Party at my house! Pope Party 2005! I figured it will be a long time until the next pope dies so I'm throwing a little get together. Party on Wayne! Strictly BYOB. There is a small cover charge to pay for the dead Pope Pinata!"
Oh. My. God. This is too cool for school! Why am I not in Texas?!
Anthro Lab Fun
So I went to my Anthro lab after just two hours of sleep on friday. I debated just staying up all night, and i really wish i had. Two hours of sleep will kill you. Right, anyway. So the first hour to hour and a half of the class is the TA restating everything that was said in class, during which i considered crawling onto the big lab table and taking a nap. Then realizing she was sure to notice me passed out on the desk, considered casually sliding off my stool and taking a nap on the floor. I figured the base of the lab tables double as storage, she was in the front of the room, I was in the back, it could work. But she read my mind and spent the rest of the lecture portion of the class looking right at me. bitch.
So when the lecture finally came to an end it was time to play with skulls! Not just primate skulls like we are studying mind you, no no, there were skulls from all different animals, minks, wallabys, cats, beavers, all sorts of stuff. Well naturally we have to play with them. So my lab partner and I are talking to this other guy, fucking around with the various skulls when he ponders aloud "i wonder how sharp the teeth are" then asks if he can make the skull bite my arm. I agree. Yeah. Turns out the teeth were really fucking sharp. I have two little puncture teeth wounds on my wrist. We are so smart.
