i know i've done this before but because it's something i feel so strongly about, i'd like to dedicate this entry to ramen noodles. may they always be in my life. also: chinese buffet tomorrow. ATTN: NOT KIDDING.
so i was kind of stressed & bummed out at the beginning of the week, due to money/exhaustion/memories, but then i was all wtf lisa, summer is pretty bitchin' so you should lighten the fuck up.
points of interest:
-cyber seduction: his secret life, that lifetime original movie starring jeremy sumpter of peter pan fame is pretty awesome. it taught me about the dangers of internet porn. in related news, click here.
-ben kweller totally speaks to me, dude. his song, "my apartment" is like it was written for me:
Sometimes I wish I had a farm
Where the only pollution is your cigarettes
Where your mind is clear.
But I like it here in my small space.
New York's the place where the sidewalks know my face
As I walk to
My apartment, the home where I hide
Away from all the darkness outside.
I'm there all the time.
Bikes ride to the park and city pools.
It's summer now; empty the school.
Fly home to the cats on the F train.
I'm protected from pain
When I'm in
My apartment, the home where I hide
Away from all the darkness outside.
I'm there all the time.
I'm there in my apartment, the home where I hide
Away from all the darkness outside.
I'm there all the timehe's a lyrical genius. don't even argue.
-i don't know what i did to t-mobile, but man are they pissed at me. i get no service. ever. well, sometimes. but mostly not.
-last saturday joe & i went to visit jed at work. on the way there joe noticed this victorian painting for sale in front of the school. he was all "this rulez i want it," so he talked to the two men selling it, a toothless man and a bald man. he told them we'd be back in a few minutes and that we'd buy it then. so we visited jed at work for 10, maybe 15 minutes. on the way back we saw a bunch of firetrucks, an ambulance, and two smashed up cars. WTF, rite?! as we got closer we noticed badly being put on a stretcher! naturally our thoughts went straight to the painting and whether we'd still be able to buy it. we waited for the chaos to die down and approached the scene, and joe noticed another bitchin' painting of mermaids and decided he wanted that one too. we grabbed the two paintings and headed over to toothless guy. he gestured to the victorian painting.
toothless guy: this one's nine dollars. the other one belongs to that guy over there (paints vaguely in the distance -- not at baldy who, at this point, had already been loaded into the ambulance & taken away, but instead at a group of people with their backs to us).
joe: who?
toothless guy: that guy. (he points vaguely again.)
joe: ...okay
toothless guy: nine dollars.
joe: sure. (starts to take out his money.)
toothless guy: fif...fifteen dollars.
joe: ...you just said nine.
toothless guy: ...ten dollars.
joe: ...okay. (pays him.) now again, who does this painting belong to?
toothless guy: (getting frustrated, but points again.) see that colored guy over there? it's his.
so joe & i approached this "colored" gentleman who had the most breathless, raspy voice i've ever heard. we'll call him
mesothelioma man.
joe: how much is this painting?
mesothelioma man: one fifty...a hundred and fifty.
joe: ...oh. oh, i can't afford that. (starts to put it back.)
mesothelioma man: one twenty.
joe: no, no. i can't afford that.
mesothelioma man: one twenty.
joe: ...no, no...i can't.
mesothelioma man: ...
joe: ...
mesothelioma man: one twenty.
joe: no, uh, i don't even have that much on me.
mesothelioma man: how much you got?
joe: not one twenty.
mesothelioma man: how much you got?
joe: not that much.
mesothelioma man: ninety.
joe: no, i don't...i can't...
mesothelioma man: how much you got? how much you willing to spend?
joe: ...like...20.
mesothelioma man: (offended.) twenty?! this is a good painting, this is a good painting that's worth a hundred and fifty dollars!
joe: i didn't realize.
mesothelioma man: ...
joe: ...
mesothelioma man: ...
joe & i left then, not put off by our encounters but delighted by them.
-the next day (sunday), on the way back from getting tacos, jesse & i saw a man on a bike get hit by a car. i suggested giving our tacos to him, but jesse pointed out that we probably needed them more than the man did. i decided he was right. the man was injured -- not hungry.
-a final point of interest:
CapnGraveDanger:
take alone time.
shake it lo0se: OMG WTF THAT THING'S EYES ARE TOTALLY FREAKING ME OUT.
no, seriously.
expect pictures soon. hopefully my summer will continue to be as eventful as it's been for the past week. catch you on the flip side, guys. and shit, chinese buffet tomorrow, no doubt.
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SHIT THIS IS AWESOME
in love
exhausted. like, so exhausted.
grandiose vs. eccessive
eager for SCHOOL
ebay'd!
tattooed, dude.
hungry
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tired
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