So.
Today I went on a nature walk, for three miles, with Dawn... I'm not sure as to whether or not there's an "e" at the end of her name, whether or not I should type "Dawn" or "Dawne", and I know it's painfully fucked up not to know something like that, but I genuinely don't know... I hope it doesn't make me come off as an asshole or some stupid stoner (which is probably closer to the truth). Ah well. The walk was pretty nice, but it started to get dark, and some guy came flying down the path on a bicycle as it was getting dark as shit outside, and scared the fuck out of both of us... That's not the kind of thing you want to happen when you're walking through the woods, at night, on an unlit trail... Fucking people coming from out of nowhere, screeching bicycle tires, scaring the piss out of me... Then we went to the mall, where we proceeded to get pina coladas, browse music, and look for beanies/toboggans... No luck on the toboggans though. I found some, but they're all trendy-looking, Nautica-type shit. I guess some people are really into that kind of shit, and I would hope so, being that a simple knit cap is nearly 40 dollars, but it's not really my thing. If I saw someone wearing that kind of shit, I'd probably scowl and laugh myself to death when no one around was looking. It's dumb and superficial, I know, but sometimes, I think people just need to be laughed at, myself included.
At the DQ/Orange Julius counter (the "point of purchase" for all you fellow retail people), some lady walked up to me, and started telling me how she just loves people "who do their own thing and aren't afraid of what other people think..." or something along those lines... This came about because last night, I had my friend Stephanie re-dye my hair, using the blue dye I had left over from before. Now, instead of my head being a neon-blue-on-its-way-to-being-blond-and-green, it's a really, really deep blue, almost to the point of being purple. It actually does look purple if you look at it the right way, but I assure you, it's blue. I thought it was kinda cool that a complete stranger would say that, but at the same time, she was a complete stranger, and she didn't fail to weird me out any less, simply because of her kindly approval. She seemed really nice, though. I don't mean to paint her as a mean, or overly harsh, critical-type person... It was just weird...
Though not quite as weird as the guy who stopped me and put this heated shoulder pad over the back of my hoodie and proceeded to give me a shoulder rub, spontaneously, in the middle of the mall, trying to get me to buy whatever it was he put on my shoulders... I told him that I was fine, I didn't need a heated shoulder-thing, and besides, I really don't appreciate people touching me in the first place (politely and in a nice way, mind you), especially people I don't know. Especially salesmen I don't know... He had an accent, like he wasn't from around here, and you could tell that he was sincere with what he was doing, but in the end, I guess I was just another person who let him down. Ah well... I kinda felt bad for him, but... Really... What the hell was I going to do with that thing anyway?
Went to work to get my coffee-apron and hat, because I had planned on doing laundry later this evening. It's 3:41 am, and I have yet to even start laundry. That's how it goes...
I went to Andy's house and got my guitar and my "City of God" dvd back. There was some guy named Will who was staying there. After retuning Andy's guitar, so that both of our guitars were in tune with each other, we just bullshitted around playing music for a bit, with Will occasionally freestyling... We were rocking the hell out of some damn "Redemption Song", or Will and I were anyway...
Sitting in Andy's chair, watching Training Day and then Dodgeball afterwards... 24 ounces of Icehouse and a few shots of Crown Royal later, I left to go home. Bought some pizzas from the grocery store on the way home. Also brown sugar and cinnamon pop-tarts. Came home, cooked one of the pizzas and now I'm full as a motherfucker. My roommate Ivie bought the new Depeche Mode CD today, which is weird, because I was going to pick it up, but I had this weird feeling all day, telling me not to buy it. Those feelings pay off every now and then... Crazy... I have yet to listen to it, but Ivie said that they play it in his store (FYE) and that it's pretty good. And by "good", I mean "harsh and noisy". Harsh and noisy is always damn fine by me...
Oh yeah. Before heading out to Andy's, I stopped by downtown to get a coffee and ended up hitting a blunt with some people I had never ever met before in my life. It wasn't the best or the worst blunt I've ever had, but dammit, it was a blunt. A complete, random stranger's blunt. I ended up sipping this tiny little latte, talking to some guy about Danny Way jumping over the Great Wall of China on a skateboard, and old school skating shit like McTwists and such. Interesting guy. His name was David, if I remember correctly. I make sure to get people's names now, because if I am going to engage someone in conversation for no apparent reason, and they turn out to be genuinely interesting, then I'd like to know who they are, for future reference...
I'm out of things to type about. My head is still spinning a bit from the Crown, and I'm almost out of Dr. Pepper, so I'm off to smoke and grab another cold refrigerated carbonated beverage.
Talk to you later...
Today I went on a nature walk, for three miles, with Dawn... I'm not sure as to whether or not there's an "e" at the end of her name, whether or not I should type "Dawn" or "Dawne", and I know it's painfully fucked up not to know something like that, but I genuinely don't know... I hope it doesn't make me come off as an asshole or some stupid stoner (which is probably closer to the truth). Ah well. The walk was pretty nice, but it started to get dark, and some guy came flying down the path on a bicycle as it was getting dark as shit outside, and scared the fuck out of both of us... That's not the kind of thing you want to happen when you're walking through the woods, at night, on an unlit trail... Fucking people coming from out of nowhere, screeching bicycle tires, scaring the piss out of me... Then we went to the mall, where we proceeded to get pina coladas, browse music, and look for beanies/toboggans... No luck on the toboggans though. I found some, but they're all trendy-looking, Nautica-type shit. I guess some people are really into that kind of shit, and I would hope so, being that a simple knit cap is nearly 40 dollars, but it's not really my thing. If I saw someone wearing that kind of shit, I'd probably scowl and laugh myself to death when no one around was looking. It's dumb and superficial, I know, but sometimes, I think people just need to be laughed at, myself included.
At the DQ/Orange Julius counter (the "point of purchase" for all you fellow retail people), some lady walked up to me, and started telling me how she just loves people "who do their own thing and aren't afraid of what other people think..." or something along those lines... This came about because last night, I had my friend Stephanie re-dye my hair, using the blue dye I had left over from before. Now, instead of my head being a neon-blue-on-its-way-to-being-blond-and-green, it's a really, really deep blue, almost to the point of being purple. It actually does look purple if you look at it the right way, but I assure you, it's blue. I thought it was kinda cool that a complete stranger would say that, but at the same time, she was a complete stranger, and she didn't fail to weird me out any less, simply because of her kindly approval. She seemed really nice, though. I don't mean to paint her as a mean, or overly harsh, critical-type person... It was just weird...
Though not quite as weird as the guy who stopped me and put this heated shoulder pad over the back of my hoodie and proceeded to give me a shoulder rub, spontaneously, in the middle of the mall, trying to get me to buy whatever it was he put on my shoulders... I told him that I was fine, I didn't need a heated shoulder-thing, and besides, I really don't appreciate people touching me in the first place (politely and in a nice way, mind you), especially people I don't know. Especially salesmen I don't know... He had an accent, like he wasn't from around here, and you could tell that he was sincere with what he was doing, but in the end, I guess I was just another person who let him down. Ah well... I kinda felt bad for him, but... Really... What the hell was I going to do with that thing anyway?
Went to work to get my coffee-apron and hat, because I had planned on doing laundry later this evening. It's 3:41 am, and I have yet to even start laundry. That's how it goes...
I went to Andy's house and got my guitar and my "City of God" dvd back. There was some guy named Will who was staying there. After retuning Andy's guitar, so that both of our guitars were in tune with each other, we just bullshitted around playing music for a bit, with Will occasionally freestyling... We were rocking the hell out of some damn "Redemption Song", or Will and I were anyway...
Sitting in Andy's chair, watching Training Day and then Dodgeball afterwards... 24 ounces of Icehouse and a few shots of Crown Royal later, I left to go home. Bought some pizzas from the grocery store on the way home. Also brown sugar and cinnamon pop-tarts. Came home, cooked one of the pizzas and now I'm full as a motherfucker. My roommate Ivie bought the new Depeche Mode CD today, which is weird, because I was going to pick it up, but I had this weird feeling all day, telling me not to buy it. Those feelings pay off every now and then... Crazy... I have yet to listen to it, but Ivie said that they play it in his store (FYE) and that it's pretty good. And by "good", I mean "harsh and noisy". Harsh and noisy is always damn fine by me...
Oh yeah. Before heading out to Andy's, I stopped by downtown to get a coffee and ended up hitting a blunt with some people I had never ever met before in my life. It wasn't the best or the worst blunt I've ever had, but dammit, it was a blunt. A complete, random stranger's blunt. I ended up sipping this tiny little latte, talking to some guy about Danny Way jumping over the Great Wall of China on a skateboard, and old school skating shit like McTwists and such. Interesting guy. His name was David, if I remember correctly. I make sure to get people's names now, because if I am going to engage someone in conversation for no apparent reason, and they turn out to be genuinely interesting, then I'd like to know who they are, for future reference...
I'm out of things to type about. My head is still spinning a bit from the Crown, and I'm almost out of Dr. Pepper, so I'm off to smoke and grab another cold refrigerated carbonated beverage.
Talk to you later...