another thing...something needs to be done about this!!! please write Quiznos NOW to get this garbage off the air and i can enjoy a quiznos sub again!!!
Friday, February 27, 2004
(he only wrote the last 2, i know!)
So listening to my ipod this morning on the train, 4 songs "randomly" came up and made me think that i was living in a john hughes film. ok. i'm living in Shermer, IL--the fictional chicago suburb. belle and sebastian's the state i am in is softly playing in the background as i drag myself out of bed, get dressed and hop on the yellow (special) bus for the dread that is high school. next, when the "oh so popular and pretty" girl, who i share the first 3 periods of class with and have been infatuated with since freshman year finally breaks down and says yes to a date (to get back at her jock boyfriend, of course, for cheating on her)...i jump out of the Shermer High's doors to the tune of she bangs the drum, the stone roses. and i picture myself ooggling the girl of my dreams who works the counter at the record store to Interpol's PDA. and then at the end, after much class strife and isolation in the school library, the jocks, the nerds, the burnouts, and preppies learn that we're not so different after all, and after some intense bonding and soul searching, suede's trash ushers us out of detention and into a newfound maturity.
in other news, pater has asked me to take duncan and become his foster father for a while. i explained to her that she doesn't have a dog and think it's cute that she thinks she does. she's going through a rough patch right now and the thought of giving up her boy is heartbreaking. i told her not to be hasty, to see how things turn out and worse case scenario, i'll take the duncster as temp father figure (which i already am, so nothing changes). then i suggested random acts of violence to help deal with her sitch.
this morning, a girl gave me a funny look as i was standing in the park with the dogs in my slippers yelling "DON'T EAT THAT WOOD, IT MAKES YOUR POOP ROUGH!!!"
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Man, I just did the power 2 hour gym experience. after an hour of the agony that is pilates, there is nothing better than the utter humiliation of taking a salsa class. it was surprisingly enough, a sausage fest, more guys than girls! but we got to dance with the instructor...who is MUCHOS CALIENTE, to say the least. so what did we learn: 1. pilates is turning out to NOT be a waste of time, my instructor said that i improved a lot. 2. i would like to emphasize that the salsa instructor is hot...the other ladies, one skinny awkward girl and a middle aged lady--fun to dance with...but the salsa instructor was hot.
i'll be shaking my bon-bon in no time.
in other news, eric has plugged the new teen jesus drama on his blog...we're just waiting for those hollywood power types to get in touch with us. didn't know this jesus guy could be so marketable!
Sunday, February 22, 2004
You guys have got to read Best of craigslist. there is some funny stuff in this thing. it was suggested to me by deirdre's husband, eric. read the one about the rules for anal. love this internet thing.
what is it w/ married people and strip clubs? my LI friends were out on friday...haven't seen them in a long time. and they were pushing the strip club thing? so we hit some bars: chumley's, cinema classics, blind tiger, coyote ugly (ugh) and then they wanted to cap the nite at some club near herald square...scott saying that it was really, really "dirty". the place was empty and scott lied--he'd never been there. the dancers were dancing for the other dancers--never looked so bored. the employees were so below par that paul and i refused a lap dance that scott paid for! poor girl just trying to make a buck, rejected!
anyways, spent a weekend on LI. came back so damn stressed! i don't know what it is, but my parents raise my blood pressure to defcon 5--for no other reason than being themselves. they weren't pushing my buttons or anything, but i found myself, 100x more irritable around them. couldn't sleep at all and was lethargic all weekend. methinks i need to get some major dr. phil work done on me...maybe hypnosis. so why was i out there? b/c i was invited by my surrogate parents, the waldrons (de's parents), to dinner to celebrate the patriarchal waldron's birthday. food was spectacular (as it always is) and then followed it up with brunch this morning.
this will be the last waldron event to be spent with de and eric before they head for Cali. quite sad, but they'll be back for x-mas...but i'll still be at the waldron dinners, i am the adopted son after all. it had been suggested that i move to the west coast. to be away from the stress that is the parental units and from crazy new york women (b/c the shallow, self-centered woman of LA is a step up). luckily, it was proved that i probably should not go over there b/c when eric and i are together, it becomes an embarrassing sitch for the deirdster. par example: de has pointed out that eric and i tend to quote movies that do not exist and laugh as if we just saw it for the hundreth time. and she was really not happy about our pitch for a new teen show for the WB a la Smallville, called the Young Jesus Adventures...or as i like to call it Nazareth. jesus is a teen and goes to high school and slowly discovers his "powers". mary magdalene is like the popular cheerleader type, judas is the sidekick w/ a secret agenda, thomas, a friend in woodshop, who always thinks that whatever the big J does isn't a good idea, lucifer is the bully / archnemesis head of the burnouts, pontius pilate is the principal...you get the picture...apparently, jesus having sisters and bros, would be too controversial. casting is underway, but suggestions are appreciated. suffice it to say, de's not that stressed about a west coast move.
so can't wait to head out there in may...if i can really knuckle down and not spend money (after that damn dog fiasco), i can still do the stuff i want to do. so, no starbucks (!) and no eating out for lunch...you know it's bad when i have to cook!!! so spam tomorrow!
